Zhan Bi Qiao, green bamboo. There are bandit gentlemen, full of ears and ears, and will be like stars. It's shy, it's shy. There are bandits and gentlemen, and they must not be ridiculed.

Zhan Bi Qiao, green bamboo like a basket. There are bandit gentlemen, such as gold and tin, and gui and bi. Wide and heavy. Good at banter, not for abuse.

After a long time, he raised his hand and stroked the words on the stele one by one, and the person who came turned back to the others and said: "This is from the Book of Songs, Wei Feng, Qi Ao, not written by him, just used to describe him, but it is custom-made." ”

"Uh-huh, Erbao, let's go. Michen nodded his head like pounded garlic, trying to get the Yu Lime out of here as soon as possible.

If you want to talk about Mi Chen's most jealous and unpleasant person, Yu is more than this ancient man who existed in the past but occupied most of Yu Lime's youth.

However, Yu Qinglime doesn't care about the rice like rice, and now she has finally arrived at the hometown of the white moonlight in her heart, and her joy and joy are like willows in spring, weak and boneless, floating and entwining the entire heart.

"Erbao, who do you say this person is?" As his own best friend, Milo asked very fondly.

Although all of them had heard of this ancient man hundreds of times, she still liked the simplest but most genuine yearning, bright look on Erbao's face when he talked about this person.

Sure enough, as soon as someone cheered, Yu Lime, who couldn't help but overflow, immediately plugged in her wings and popped out of her moist red lips.

"Dangdang Dangdang, he is the dream lover of my life, my ultimate male god, Mi Chaojin. ”

Mi Chaojin, S Dynasty people, gender male, word Yun'an, the world respectfully calls him "Mr. Yun'an".

Once upon a time, there was a tyrannical king in the S Dynasty, who led the crowd to sweep through the kingdoms in the early stage, if only he had managed it well after that.

But the king was greedy for pleasure, loved to kill people and set fires, and he swept the kingdoms before because he was so bloody.

He had an extremely strong army under his command, and because of the previous sweep, there was no strong threat from its neighbors around him.

As a result, the king became more and more arrogant, and began to think about the art of immortality. Then his army was sent to various places in search of capable people.

The ancestors had clouds: above the East China Sea, there is a fairy island, called Penglai. The immortals on it, the heavens and the sea, can live the flesh and bones of the dead, make the dead and the river flow backwards in spring, and so on, omnipotent.

After searching for more than two years without finding the slightest useful information, the king became even more moody, and even more so because of the massacre, many innocent people were implicated, and the country was full of corpses and the people were full of resentment.

At first hearing this, the king was so surprised that he shook off the glass luminous cup in his hand, and then there was endless ecstasy.

The king's wide sleeves waved, and his eyes were full of fierceness, "Look, if you can't find it, you don't have to come back alive." ”

"Your Majesty understands, Your Majesty. The leading guard lowered his head, with some beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, and his tone was full of coldness and resoluteness. It was just that in a place where the king could not see, his eyes flashed with a cold light.

Three months later, when the king's violent factor could no longer be suppressed and was about to erupt, a group of guards who set out to find Penglai Island returned in good spirits.

"Report ......"

"What?"

"Your Majesty, the palace guard chief has sent news that they have found Penglai Island and led the personal disciples appointed by the immortals back. ”

"Can this be confirmed?" the king, who had been sitting firmly on the high platform, suddenly stood up, took two steps in the direction of the attendant, and lowered his voice.

"Back to Your Majesty, take it seriously at this time. ”

"Alright, alright, the Minister of Desperation has set out to arrange the greeting. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. ”

On the day everyone arrived at Wangwangdu, the sun was shining, sweeping away the gloom for many days.

The king was overjoyed, believing that it was auspicious from heaven, and even the immortals came to help him. The hearts of the people have long been rough and numb by suffering, and the joys and grievances are mixed and indescribable.

They have been hurt too much, and after their expectations have been disappointed again and again, they have ushered in more profound and out-and-out torture.

Therefore, since it is the ethereal immortal disciple in the legend, I think it should be the savior of the world and the water and fire.

But if this is really so noble, Rumi will be invited back by the king's lackeys to perform the art of immortality for the king?

When they saw this immortal island disciple, everyone felt that all the delusional filth and filth had turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.

I saw the one in the dusty group of guards, dressed in white, as if the white clothes were tailor-made for him. Even the corners of his clothes fluttering in the wind are so pure and noble that people consciously bow their heads.

When I got closer, I saw the man's eyebrows and eyes clearly, and I only sighed that there was such a face in the world.

The slanted eyebrows are almost into the sideburns, and a pair of narrow phoenix eyes seem to contain everything in the world as gentle, but people dare not look at its edge. Under the straight nose bone are pale lips with a cool and thin arc, but the corners of his lips with that light arc dilute the cool and thin just right.

According to historical records, in September of the year of Shang Ren of the S Dynasty, the sun was sunny. Penglai's disciple Mi Chao Jin, the posture of heaven and man, the journey of immortals, began to come to the S Dynasty.

When the king, who had some doubts, saw this, the last trace of doubt dissipated in the vast world. Perhaps, he thought at the time, how could a mortal give birth to such a posture, he should only be an immortal.

And these suffering people who were stunned in place had a rare emotion called anticipation. Perhaps, they thought, such a good-looking man would never be confused with that pot-bellied lewd king.

According to history, Mi Chaojin was respected as a national teacher by the king from the day he entered the city, and was deeply trusted by the king afterwards.

In April of the year of Anjiazi of the S Dynasty, the king died violently and returned to heaven, and his eldest son Su succeeded to the throne, and he still respected the national teacher. Take the word in the name of the national teacher and set the country name as "An" to show respect for the national teacher.

In the next five years, the national teacher assisted the new king, dispatched important ministers, and carried out the measures to save the people of Dawn from fire and water. The new king was regarded as the Ming monarch by the world, and the national teacher was respected by the world as Mr. Yun'an.

After that, the national teacher went into hiding, and there was no trace of him.

"However, according to my later investigation, Mi Chaojin left the court for a woman. ”

Speaking of this, Yu Lime mysteriously raised an eyebrow at the few people who were fascinated by the hearing, but kept silent.

In an elegant and simple building in Shimozi Ancient Town, in the small pavilion near the lake, melons and fruits are placed on the clear glass table, and several people are sitting on the padded stone bench and talking.

"Erbao, speak well, and sell the guanzi. Milo raised his hand and patted Yu Lime's hand, disgusted.

"Hey, hey, baby Luoluo, you know, every time the storyteller in this teahouse talks about the highlights, that's it, stay tuned, I'll see you next time." ”

Yu Qinglime shook her head and tasted the tea made by her boyfriend, and finally put down the teacup and smiled at Mi Chen: "The young man is good, this skill has improved again." ”

"Tut-tut, is it fashionable to trick dogs in and kill them now?"

Rarely, Yu Mochen opened his mouth and laughed, and after saying that, he swept Milo, who was sitting on the side, without a trace, meaning something.