Selling her beauty to the ghost king for merit

The plan to lure the enemy was decided so casually and hastily.

After all, these two masters are not very particular about propriety.

It was only a quarter of noon after the three of them discussed the plan, and the sun was still bright outside. In order not to startle the snake, Mu Ziyun even escorted Liu Qiuding to the fields to graze cattle.

In order to ensure the safety of Liu's compound, Yan Qinghe could only follow them to the fields to bask in the sun.

His face became even more stinky.

This stalemate lasted until evening, when the sun gradually set in the west, and the sound of children's play from school came from the road in the field, it was the time when Liu Qiuding came home from work.

Older children would always be late after school, Liu Qiu decided to go back at this time, just in time to make dinner for Liu Nian.

In the past, Liu Qiushou seldom ate at home due to the errands at the inn, while Liu Hua was a girl and couldn't go to school, so she stayed at home embroidering flowers and choosing vegetables, waiting for Liu Chunsheng or Liu Qiu to return.

From a certain point of view, Liu Qiuding is indeed a very good grandfather.

The sun goes out early in winter, and by the time Liu Qiuding prepares the meal, it is already dark enough to turn on the lamp. He eagerly calls for Qinghe with the meal, but he coldly says, "Immortals don't eat".

Covering Qinghe, he climbed up to the roof lightly, and found a flat tile to sit down at random. He was not worried that the roof would be made a hole by himself, after all, his "noble man" would follow him soon.

He was thinking like this in his heart, and before the thought disappeared, he heard a light breeze, and suddenly a person stood beside him.

"Oh! Why is there someone sitting here suddenly? Let me see..." Mu Ziyun always exaggerated when he was funny, "Hmm~ Hongyi and feather clothes, floating in the dust, isn't he a fairy?"

Covering up and pretending to be deaf and dumb, there was no response.

"It's just a common man, there's no need to be angry about him." Mu Ziyun sat down beside Jian Qinghe, coaxing him in a nice voice, "We're here for Ren Qizhi, we don't need to worry about Liu Qiuding."

Cover up and still ignore him.

Mu Ziyun asked seemingly casually: "What? Listening to him say this, do you think of your father?"

"none of your business."

Covering his eyes and glaring at him, he cursed and ran to sit on another roof angrily.

Mu Ziyun was naturally like a piece of dog skin plaster, shamelessly followed him and ran to another roof, and when the latter saw him coming, he immediately jumped up again before his butt was warm, and fled to another roof as if he was fleeing. .

"Qinghe—"

I don't know if it was too much movement, or if it was too far away from him to cover up, in short, it just made the tiles rattle, fearing that they might fall, Mu Ziyun hastily called out to him in a drawn-out voice.

"Qinghe, don't run away, be careful that you will step on someone's roof later."

After hearing this, Bi Qinghe felt that the tiles under his feet were indeed loose, and finally he was willing to stop. Mu Ziyun saw the timing, grabbed his hand, and said, "Your father is gone!" It’s been hundreds of years, and he can’t see what you’re doing with him.”

"I'm not angry." Bi Qinghe waved his hand away, and sat on the ground with a hem of his clothes lifted.

"It's only angry if you say you're not angry." Seeing that he was finally willing to sit down, Mu Ziyun sat down with him, and handed the paper bag in his hand to Bi Qinghe like a bouquet, and said with a smile, "Eat a piece." Sweet, don't be angry."

Although anger is not good and is harmful to physical and mental health, it is not considered a means of enhancing feelings.

When you are angry, whether it is silent blackface or outbursts of swearing, anger should naturally be expressed. If the person who irritated you doesn't know, then what's the point of being angry.

The implication is to let people know and then ask people to coax.

Masking Qinghe naturally understood this truth, and since his left and right were not really settling with Liu Qiu, he snorted softly and replied, "If you don't eat, you will choke your throat."

"It doesn't choke, it melts in the mouth." Mu Ziyun handed the paper bag closer, and said, "I just sent someone to buy it, and there is absolutely nothing weird about it."

Seeing that he insisted on holding it up, he concealed it and gave some face, so he pinched a piece and put it in his mouth.

——It really melts in the mouth.

Covering Qinghe's thoughts, he stretched out his hand and squeezed another piece.

Mu Ziyun just held up the paper bag like this, his eyes followed the movement of covering Qinghe, and said in his mouth: "They are eating in the house, if you don't want to get involved, I'll sit with you on the roof, so you can pay attention There's movement all around."

Bi Qing said "um", and at the same time raised her eyes to look at him.

Knowing that this was a signal of his temper softening, Mu Ziyun took the opportunity to ask: "But what Liu Qiuding said made you unhappy?"

"Those words that want to deprive Liu Nian of his fate for the good of Liu Nian?" He tentatively added.

Covering his eyes and frowning, he was silent for a long time before saying: "I'm doing it for Liu Nian, he still has a few years left in his life, and I'm ashamed to exchange it with him. After the exchange, Liu Nian will have a smooth sailing, after all, he won't live for many years. .”

"That's why I say he's a mediocre man." Mu Ziyun looked at Liu Qiuding in the courtyard and smiled contemptuously.

Liu Qiuding didn't know where he heard the method of seeking immortality and asking, half of his body was buried in the earth and he didn't have any foundation, but he still learned how to cultivate bigu, and he is currently meditating in the open space in the middle of the courtyard, and he doesn't know if there is any effectiveness.

Mu Ziyun went on to say: "Even if the fate is changed, the heart remains the same. With Liu Qiuding's heart and courage, even if he is holding the life of the heavenly king and Lao Tzu, he can only live like a fool."

Destiny is the sum of life. A mortal's life, its past, experience, perception, heart, thoughts, and even the seemingly insignificant decisions made at each life node all affect the direction of life. Life-changing plus fantasy, how can we guarantee that what we get is the ideal destiny.

It's a pity that mortals don't understand, and neither do immortals.

Covering Qinghe and looking at Liu Qiuding for a long time, or not looking at him, just emptied his eyes, and then muttered to himself: "As a mortal, I will spare no effort and use any means to get rid of the shackles of this mortal life."

"But who knows that when we become gods, we have to learn how to see through the ugliness of human nature, and still think about these people with mortal lives, and use our seemingly higher realm to save all living beings and save the world from suffering. "Hidden and a rare smile, but a touch of sadness, "It's so ridiculous, I can't understand it myself, but I want to teach them what righteousness is."

I don't know why he suddenly felt something, Mu Ziyun was silent for a long time, and then he pretended to be relaxed and said: "It sounds like you don't want to be a fairy."

Covering his eyes and looking at him, he looked away again, and said lightly: "It's not that I think, I just let nature take its course, and whatever step I live counts."

"Hmm~" Mu Ziyun sighed inexplicably, and then supported the tile with his arms and fell backwards, "I can probably guess what kind of person your father is."

Covering his eyes and squinting at him, he looked disgusted: "There is something wrong with you, guess what my father is doing?"

"I want to know more about you." Mu Ziyun boasted boldly.

Bi Qinghe naturally rolled his eyes at him, and added: "There is something wrong with his head."

It's really inexplicable. Seeing him like this, Mu Ziyun was very happy in his heart. He even smiled and approached him a little closer, and asked, "Have you never heard a word? Children and grandchildren are the mirror of the ancestors. If you want to see how your son is, just look at him." How about being a father, I want to know you better, so naturally I want to know your father—"

"Shut up, can you, why are you talking so much all day long!" Ge Qinghe caught him off guard, "You are a ghost king anyway, so you want to know my father, why don't you just bring his soul for interrogation?"

Mu Ziyun was choked by him, and he really had this reason in his heart, but he didn't know how to refute it, so he could only look at him in silence for a long time, and then said: "Qinghe... Actually, I quite like you admonishing others."

Before he could cover up and react, Mu Ziyun continued: "But having said that, I really wanted to go to pick up your father's soul, but I searched through the roster of the Ten Palaces and couldn't find it. Could it be that you lied to me?"

"How is it possible? Can he come back from the dead?" Bi Qinghe frowned, "I saw him fall off the cliff in a carriage with my own eyes."

At that time, Jian Baichuan was just a half-immortal, he had all the abilities, and his body was still a mortal, so it was absolutely impossible for him to survive such a disaster. After thinking about it for a long time, he really couldn't figure it out.

But there are more important things attracting his attention right now.

The moment he turned his head to look at Mu Ziyun, he clearly saw a figure passing by the roof in the distance, and then disappeared under the higher eaves.

It was only for a moment, and it didn't appear again. He couldn't be sure if it was just his own eyesight that made a mistake, but he still said to Mu Ziyun: "...There is someone."

Mu Ziyun turned his head to look at what he said, but he saw nothing but silence.

"Didn't you see it when it was dark? How did you see it when no lights were lit in every house?" Although he said so, he still folded the paper bag in his hand and stuffed it into the In the treasure bag.

Covering his eyes and raising his eyebrows, his tone was bad: "Do you think I'm someone who would joke with you?"

"It's not like, it's not like, Master Xiaoma is meticulous, Master Xiaoma is serious about things, and Master Xiaoma never laughs." Mu Ziyun coaxed him casually, and turned to look at Liu Qiuding in the courtyard.

In addition to Liu Qiuding, there is also Liu Hua who has just finished eating.

Bi Qinghe said earlier that among the Liu family's children, only Liu Hua had the talent to be a monk.At that time, he just said it casually, but he didn't expect to see Liu Hua meditating today, and there was a faint wave of steam around him, obviously he was a practitioner.

"Why does their family like to meditate in the yard? It's freezing cold, can you bear it?" Mu Ziyun had nothing to say, "Guess that Ren Qizhi will come by himself tonight, or hold a cardboard Dolls come?"

Bi Qinghe naturally ignored him, just looked at the grandpa and grandson in the courtyard wholeheartedly, thinking about it, always thinking about something.

After a while, he waved to Mu Ziyun and said, "Come here."

"What's the matter?" Mu Ziyun replied, leaning towards Zhe Qinghe - in fact, he had already stuck to her body.

Unexpectedly, Yan Qinghe just lay down in front of him, and even stretched out his hand to pull him, trying to pull him down on the tiles together.

"What's wrong with you?" Although Mu Ziyun lay down following his strength, he was still a little baffled.

Or rather, some heart beating.

Now that the dark clouds in the night sky cleared away, a corner of the bright moon exuded a hazy light, just shining on the cheeks of Qinghe, Mu Ziyun turned his head to look at him, and then lay down flat with a hint of joy.

"Don't think too much, I just told you to lie down because I thought it was awkward for two people to sit on the roof and do nothing."

Concealment and being caught off guard interrupted the slightest joy in his heart.

It's a pity that Mu Ziyun is not such a person who is easily discouraged. He is not polite, and he doesn't care whether people want it or not, so he puts his arms in his arms and said: "It's awkward for two people to lie down." , or you come into my arms—"

Although Zhe Qinghe could bear it, but in the end he didn't want to be so close, as soon as he was hugged by Mu Ziyun, he felt as if his eyebrows were on fire, and pushed him while scolding him "you bastard", finally sat up.

But who knew that he was so weak, this struggle actually moved the tiles that were placed on them, and the layers of tiles collapsed instantly, and he slipped down from the eaves with his people.

Naturally, Mu Ziyun didn't have time to reach out to grab him, so he could only watch helplessly as Bi Qinghe fell down.

The eaves are not high, but they are not short either. It is really unlucky to cover up and fall straight down, and fall in the middle of a pile of tiles, and even be scratched by flying debris.

But it was a blessing in disguise, as soon as he got up from the ground, before he had time to sigh that he was in pain everywhere, he saw a figure standing in front of him—he had seen it in the reflection of the frozen bucket when he was in the inn distorted human face.

A cardboard puppet, not considered delicate, stood crookedly, with its head lowered, staring at him.