Girl, please don't flirt

Ah Jiu couldn't untie Qingsheng's seal no matter what. Asking the judge to untie it is the same situation.

The judge circled around Yuqin, remembering Yunshen's usual appearance, delicate and graceful, and immediately matched Qingsheng into a tigress.While thinking about the appearance of the tigress, he went to undo the seal, and he only undid the first seal after exhausting all his efforts.

In order to prevent other people in the underworld from helping Po Meng, Qingsheng added several seals, the judges already lost count, breaking the first seal, he no longer had the energy to undo the second one.

Even if the second way is lifted, there is still a third way, a fourth way...

He sat paralyzed on the ground, with the sky full of stars above his eyes, and he couldn't help but say, "What did Yun Shen do to hurt Qingsheng? There is no need to do this for thousands or tens of thousands of years of blood feud. It's better to chop her to death with a sword."

"Qingsheng was annoyed that she slept on her jasper bed, stabbed people, and threw them in and locked them in. No matter how much I persuaded her, she didn't come here for a long time. She pushed me when I pulled her." Leave me, my back hurts from exhaustion, neither lying down nor standing up, like a tigress in the world." Ah Jiu said.

Speaking of back pain, she lay down on her wooden bed, rolled for a while, but it still hurt, then climbed to Qingsheng's jasper bed, tossed back and forth for a while, before lying down panting.She wants to dye this bed with her own smell, and make fun of Qingsheng to death.

The judge naturally knew about the jasper bed, so he couldn't help but take another look. Although it was rare, it wasn't such a deep hatred. He was very helpless, and he could only feel sorry for the beauty.

He failed, Ah Jiu called all the good ghost messengers, they were all incompetent guys, the judge could break one at least, these hundreds of ghost messengers couldn't even figure out the way of the seal, each one was worse than the other .

After the group report failed, Ah Jiu decided to distribute it upwards and practice hard by himself.I was going to find a few volumes of exercises to try, but I suddenly found the volumes I brought back from the folks that day, with a bright red cover, it was very festive.

She vaguely remembered that when folks get married, they are used to red, red men and green women, men wear red, women wear green, different places in different places, marriages are always black, which is obviously boring.

On the red cover, there are several words written in black: Chunri Secret Opera.

Could it be a storybook, Ah Jiu's eyes lit up, then sighed, Yun Shen was still locked, it was not suitable for her to enjoy herself alone, she immediately threw it aside, and flipped through the secret books of the exercises, all of which she had learned , nothing to learn.There are quite a lot of secret techniques practiced there by the Ksitigarbha King, it is better to ask for a few volumes some other day.

His eyes fell on Caihua's script again. Are the names of the folklore's scripts so explicit?

The spring day is naturally beautiful, and most people like to go for an outing. How can there be a secret show?

She couldn't blame her for not reading the script because she couldn't learn the exercises. She lay back on the jasper bed, twisted a corner and opened it, and there were two women in front of her eyes, just like the girl playing the piano that night, hugging tightly, with all her clothes back, beside her. They are flowers and plants, but there are no words.

Shouldn't there be a narrative before undressing?

Ah Jiu was afraid that he would make a mistake, so he looked forward again, and there was only writing.

This storybook is so strange.

The first page makes people lose interest. How the two women met and how they fell in love was never written down. The secret scene should go to the room and how to be "secret" in the garden.Scholars who draw pictures should be dragged out to make boards, so that they are perfunctory, even if they take off their clothes, they should write about how to take them off.It was very boring, so she simply threw it away, turned over and got out of bed to make soup.

The book of secret operas was laid carelessly on the jasper bed. There was only Ah Jiu in Mengpo's village, and no one came here, so she lay there alone for several days.

Ah Jiu was thinking about going to the Ksitigarbha King to ask for the secrets of the exercises, so he chose a day and happily went to the Ksitigarbha Mansion with Yuqin in his arms.

Unfortunately, Qingsheng was encountered outside the mansion. Ah Jiu had the intention of being an enemy because the road was narrow, so she hid Yuqin behind her back.Feeling aggrieved, she didn't dare to show it on her face, she smiled flatteringly and said, "Qingsheng, have you eaten yet?"

Regarding the topic of eating, she got it from the scriptures, but it didn't seem to fit well. It seems that ghosts don't need to eat. She blinked, then changed her words instantly: "Qingsheng, have you slept well recently?"

This must be true, ghost messengers also need to sleep to replenish their energy.

Qingsheng's eyes are always on the Yuqin she hides behind her back, she automatically ignores Ah Jiu's flattery, now the ghost messengers are more afraid of her than Arrow Yama King, she can even catch up with the title of the number one evil ghost in the underworld , but she didn't care.She looked at Ah Jiu's caring eyes, and her heart was inexplicably blocked.

She asked faintly: "Grandma Meng must not have slept well recently, the dark circles under her eyes have come out, what have you been up to lately?"

Ah Jiu blinked and replied honestly, "I'm busy getting out of bed."

Qingsheng pursed her lips: "Is it comfortable for me to roll?"

The jasper bed was as hard as a rock, and there was no plank bed as comfortable. Ah Jiu shook her head: "It's uncomfortable, rolling makes my waist hurt even more."

"Then you add a few more quilts before continuing to roll." Qingsheng kindly reminded.

Ah Jiu glared, and said unconvinced: "What's wrong with adding a quilt?"

"Back pain and a quilt will not hurt. Remember to take off your clothes next time when you roll, the effect will be better." Qingsheng is holding the sword, her color is very good, her eyes are clear, and she is very serious, which makes people feel that the words It's from her heart, not lies, how considerate.

Ah Jiu didn't believe her nonsense, the more pleasing a woman was, the worse her temper was, and the same was true of Princess Huang Liniao, untrustworthy, untrustworthy.She stepped into the mansion with Yuqin in her arms, but she didn't want Qingsheng to raise her hand to snatch her Yuqin. She said slowly: "Meng Po's skills are so bad, and such a psychic thing will be dusty if you leave it with you. Why don't you give it to me?" .”

Today, I came to find King Ksitigarbha to undo the seal, but she didn't want to be cut off by this damn ghost again. She stared dryly, her forehead and back hurt from anger, she immediately dragged Qingsheng's black robe cuffs, and said roguely: "Whatever!" , I won’t give it to you, it’s mine.”

It has always been only Po Meng who lied to other people, so no one should rob Po Po Meng, it's really deceiving people too much.

This girder is getting bigger.

If Qingsheng was reasonable, she probably wouldn't be called the number one evil ghost by the underworld. She waved off Po Meng's claws, took a few steps back, and said quietly: "I really like this piano, Po Meng is more generous."

"Grandma Meng has always been stingy, please return it." Ah Jiu didn't bother to talk too much, no matter if he could beat him or not, he would grab it first.

Po Meng was born 800 years ago and slept for 600 years. She can't beat black and white, let alone fight with Qingsheng.Qingsheng thought she was young, so she retreated while fighting.After hundreds of moves, he retreated to the bank of Wangchuan River.

Several ghost messengers took a walk by the Wangchuan River, leisurely watching Qingsheng fight with Granny Meng, not forgetting to boo, "Ah Jiu beat her up."

Ah Jiu sighed: She beat me, it's very possible.

The ghost messengers only thundered but didn't rain, and only shouted and drank but didn't help. Qingsheng has always kept a low profile, and restrained Po Meng with three or two tricks, stroked the dust that didn't exist on her body, and said with a smile: "No more, Po Meng wants jade Qin, wait until the day you can eat me."

The former Meng Po loved to eat evil spirits, and all the ghost messengers knew about it. Qingsheng laughed after hearing it, and then encouraged Ah Jiu: "Meng Po eats her quickly, eats... eats her..."

Ah Jiu's heart suddenly felt sad, it was not easy to eat her.

Yuqin couldn't be brought back anyway, so he patted his clothes, turned around and went to the ferry to cross the river.When we were on the boat, the old man was always speechless, but today he took a second look at her and said, "Miss, why can't you fly over, I see the one you fought with flying around, it's very simple."

It was said again for no reason, Ah Jiu was depressed, and suddenly remembered to go to Ksitigarbha to get the secret book of exercises, and hurriedly called the old man back.

Ksitigarbha was very talkative, and when he saw Granny Meng asking for the secret books of exercises, he generously took out all the treasures that had been collected for many years, and let her choose.Ah Jiu picks and chooses, but she is not satisfied.It has become a habit to beg for things from the Ksitigarbha King on weekdays, and I don't feel ashamed. I looked at the Pilu crown on his head, thought for a while, and asked tentatively: "The Bodhisattva once had a secret book about Po Meng's eating ghosts."

She felt that only in this way could she hold Qingsheng down and get her Yuqin back.

The Ksitigarbha King was stunned. The eighth Po Meng liked to eat ghosts, but Ah Jiu was different. She was innocent and ignorant of worldly affairs. She stayed in Po Meng's village all day, trying to eat who she wanted. He didn't quite understand women's thoughts, so he had to make nonsense: "The ability to eat ghosts depends on one's cultivation. When you take over Meng Pozhuang, you should ask your seniors."

Ah Jiu was all smiles, Ksitigarbha had a good temper, he just liked to open his eyes and talk nonsense, she didn't know what the senior looked like, so where to ask.Not to offend the old man, Ah Jiu opened her bright black eyes, clean and harmless, and smiled again: "I hope you can give me some pointers."

The Ksitigarbha King felt that Po Meng was difficult to deal with, and he didn't want to politely refuse, so he could only refuse directly: "I don't eat ghosts, so I can't give advice to Po Meng, why don't Po Meng go to other Yamas for advice."

After all, he was about to take back the secret books of the exercises in front of him. Ah Jiu hugged a few copies in fright, secretly thinking that the king of Ksitigarbha could turn his face faster than flipping through books, so he ran out after grabbing a few copies.

Today's trip, after losing Yunshen, if you can't get a few exercise secret books to go back, it really obeys the saying in the world, losing your wife and losing your army, it's extremely unlucky.

As usual, ferry across the river.

Pushing the door open, Qingsheng, the God of Plague, sat upright on the jasper bed, holding her red script book in her hand, reading it with gusto.

This ghost messenger is really shameless, he took away her Yunshen, and he has the nerve to come to Meng Pozhuang to read her scriptures, so he should be thrown out with a stone bench, and she will not be allowed to enter the door for a hundred years.

This thought only lasted for a moment. When she saw Qingsheng leaning on the sword behind the jasper bed, she shrunk her neck, walked forward angrily, and snatched back her own notebook. It's all pink.

She found it strange that there was not a single word in the script, so why was she blushing? Could it be that what she saw was different from her own? Books, what are you grabbing, there are a lot of them in the world, go buy them yourself."

When the sound fell, Qingsheng blushed even more, and said coldly: "Where did you come from?

The author has something to say: Has anyone seen a picture like Ah Jiu?

Next Thursday.

With a dying struggle, I changed the title and cover of the article. I knew it was cold in winter, but I didn't expect it to be this cold.