The vicissitudes of life, the south and the north, where to find Qing?

There are all living beings in the world, and only the red line immortals know.

Fengyue Building

Han Rou knelt in front of the piano and played alone, with a wisp of green silk hanging down from her temples.

There was no one in the audience, and the scholars outside the attic listened to the music, and the sound of the piano was melodious and warm, but it was bleak and cold.

After listening to the flowers and rain for a few days, it was time to say goodbye, and the scholar hesitated: say goodbye, or leave quietly.

In this moment of the scholar's hesitation, Jin Ye appeared silently behind the scholar, patted him on the shoulder with a "snap", and took a step back, afraid that the paralyzed scholar would hit himself again with the bamboo slip in his arms.

The latter was obviously trembling and frightened, turned his head and looked at each other, undeniable, and said, "You are sick!"

Jin Ye covered his mouth and glanced at his head and snickered.

The scholar's expression was cold, obviously very dissatisfied with the scary behind this merry flower fairy, and said, "What's the matter!"

Jin Ye stepped forward and put his left arm on the scholar's shoulder, and quipped: "Hey, why don't you hurry up and take her down? I think that girl is already in love with you!"

The latter frowned and said nothing.

Jin Ye said again: "You say you, you don't care about other people's homes after waiting for you for 4,000 years, this cold girl has a deep love for you, you still don't care about others, even that thirteen-year-old girl has feelings for you, hey, why don't I have such good luck?"

The scholar learned the tone of the master and said, "I don't know!"

"Hey! You said one more word, you used to say 'I don't know'!" Jin Ye opened his mouth to tease, and said in a low and regretful voice: "It's over!

The scholar heard the quick words of this merry flower fairy, and his face was black.

Jin Ye looked at the people in the streets and alleys, and sighed: "Look at those people, they have... In the previous life, I cultivated a relationship, but this life may pass by... Whether we will see each other in the next life, no one knows. ”

The scholar also looked at the street of Nawanjia and said nothing. Because the two of them stood on the platform outside the window of the three-story pavilion of Fengyue Tower, this seven-zhang high Fengyue Building was not built low like ordinary houses, so they could see it clearly, and people came and went in the streets and alleys.

The scholar removed his arm from his right shoulder, looked disgusted, and said, "How much time does she have?"

Jin Ye coughed, a little embarrassed that Shuxian disliked him, and replied behind his hands: "Tomorrow is her twentieth birthday, it is estimated that it will be ......."

The latter sentence, Hua Xian did not finish speaking, because both of them knew what was behind.

The scholar lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, then said, "Tell me about her." ”

Jin Ye looked surprised, this facial paralysis actually wanted to open? Continue to think of the following picture, Jin Ye smiled lewdly, but he heard the voice of this facial paralysis book fairy in annoyance, "Say!"

"Ahem!"

Jin Ye pretended to cough to cover up his gaffe, sighed again, and said bitterly: "That Han girl was personally beaten into the eighteenth layer of hell by the Yin Tianzi, and it did not make her immortal and unreborn, but let her be reincarnated for five hundred years, and the tenth life is a prostitute, and she will live no more than twenty years old in each life.

The scholar was puzzled, what crime was so serious, he was a prostitute for ten lifetimes, and he had to be sentenced to eighteen prisons when he entered reincarnation, so he said, "What crime?"

Jin Ye smiled bitterly and said weakly: "Kill all the people in the world." ”

The latter was stunned, his heart couldn't calm down for a long time, and he was shocked by the words 'kill the people in the world', every word of which was heart-wrenching.

After a while, the scholar came back to his senses and said tentatively, "Is that her?"

Jin Ye began to snicker again, put his arm on his shoulder again, leaned close to his ear and whispered: "That's right, if it weren't for your facial paralysis and saying, 'Everyone in the world is dead, you won't take her'." You see, as a result, people are so angry that they really kill the people of the world. ”

The scholar smiled apologetically, shook his head, and sighed: "It turns out that cause and effect are here, matchmaker, matchmaker, you really don't let go of your lover!"

Jin Ye patted him on the shoulder, bared his teeth and smiled, and said: "Li Goudan, Jin Ye will leave first, I have an appointment with the matchmaker tonight, and I will meet again!"

The scholar shook his head and quipped, "You're not afraid of her?"

The latter had already stepped away, but he still had a coquettish tone, "What are you afraid of, although the red line fairy is a ghost, but it is also a beautiful ghost, the red lady dies under the delicate body, and she is also romantic in that reincarnation!"

The scholar sighed helplessly, this flower fairy has always had a hobby, that is, he likes to hook up with the red line fairy matchmaker. Among the six immortals, this is a well-known thing.

Looking up at the blue sea and blue sky, he said to himself: "The matchmaker is the cause and effect." ”

Then, the scholar made a decision, and instead of saying goodbye, out of apology, he walked to the attic.

After the song, Han Rou smoothed the strings with ten fine fingers, a pair of beautiful eyes looked a little desolate, and he got up and wanted to go back to the room to rest, but he heard a gentle word, "Can you still play a song of three thousand flowers and rain?"

Han Rou followed the prestige and saw a white-faced scholar standing under the attic window. The scholar grew his hair and shawl, dressed in plain clothes, his face was like a crown of jade, his eyes were like stars, he was tied with a white gauze around his waist and a wine gourd was hung, holding a bamboo slip in his left hand and behind his right hand.

Although she didn't understand how the scholar came in, Han Rou still pressed her hip bone with her left hand, pressed her left hand with her right hand, and bowed her head with her legs bent and knees.

Han Rou held back the emotion in her heart and said with a smile: "Childe, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

The scholar didn't say a word, and slowly stepped on the red satin and walked onto the red lady, and then spoke: "Play with me." ”

Han Rou shuddered, her eyes staring at him. This was the first time she had heard the gentle words of this cold-faced scholar, and there seemed to be an extra sense of acceptance of herself in these words.

was about to salute the coldness, but was hugged by the scholar's warm palm, and the latter's delicate jade face suddenly bloomed a flush.

Although Han Rou didn't understand why this white-faced scholar was, she could feel an endless warmth.

The scholar knelt in front of the piano and gently put the bamboo slips aside. Han Rou was on Jun's side, staring at the outline of Jun's side face.

"Together?" the scholar said as he looked at her with clear eyes.

The latter nodded slightly with a crimson face, his thin right hand lightly touching the strings, and his left hand tugging at his clothes.

The scholar recalled the popular events of the flower fairy, that is, he put his right hand around her waist, put the bamboo slip aside, leaned her in his arms, and said: "Three thousand flowers and rain, together." ”

The latter's delicate jade face was about to drip water, and he didn't say a word.

The scholar looked down at her red cheeks and wondered, "Are you hot?"

It's not that Han Rou doesn't want to speak, but she feels extremely embarrassed by the behavior of this white-faced Langjun hugging her waist.

According to the method of flirting with the sister, he directly hugged him horizontally and ran away, this kind of hugging method is called - princess hug.

Without thinking about it anymore, the scholar learned the methods of the master, hugged Han Rou horizontally and stepped away from the pavilion window.

Han Rou in her arms was very shy about the white-faced scholar's actions, so she had to bury her head in his broad and powerful chest, and she could smell a faint scent of books.

A few breaths of time, is to come to the Xiangjiang River mouth of the green bamboo forest, Han Rou doesn't know, why a few breaths of time has come here, but it doesn't matter.

The surrounding green bamboo is straight and straight, the bamboo knots are clearly visible, and sometimes a gust of spring breeze blows, and the green bamboo leaves are swaying in the air, fluttering with the wind.

The two of them stood together under the bamboo forest on the bank of the Xiangjiang River, but Han Rou blushed and stood a little unsteadily, holding the scholar's arm with both hands.

The scholar did not refuse an outsider for the first time, you must know that among the six immortals, only the book fairy is the thinnest and coolest, and the world even touches the corner of the book fairy's clothes, and he has to frown and avoid it.

In other words, the book fairy Li Goudan no longer regards the pink beauty in front of him as an outsider.

The two looked at the cold water of the Xiangjiang River together, and the cold wind was blowing around, and there were bursts of chill.

The scholar glanced at the cold girl who was holding his right arm, a little cinnabar between his eyebrows, and then looked at the cold water of the Xiangjiang River, and asked: "Looking at the rain of the Xiangjiang River, the cold wind is howling, and the chill is blowing, have you ever heard of it?"

Han Rou looked delicate, her ruddy lips opened slightly, and she smiled: "With the cold water of the Xiangjiang River, the shadow of the moon, and the slightest sorrow, who can bear to listen?"

The scholar smiled gently, and said: "The cause of the past life, the fruit of this life, stepped into the red dust and entered the situation. ”

"Recalling the past, looking forward to the present, may you be inseparable from each other. Han Rouwan smiled and looked at him stupidly.

Han Rou let go of his powerful arm, pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "I haven't asked for the name of my son yet." ”

The scholar's demeanor began to be indifferent, and he said, "Li dogdan." ”

"Poof!"

The latter laughed out loud when he heard this, covered his mouth with his hands and looked at the scholar, the corners of his mouth twitched, and after saluting, he smiled apologetically, and said: "Please also ask Li Gongzi not to blame, the little girl danced for Gongzi to apologize." ”

After that, Han Rou began to dance on the banks of the Xiangjiang River and under the green bamboo forest.

Han Rou was dressed in red and tulle dancing with her posture, her plain hands like jade lingered tactfully, her skirt folds fluttered, her clear and charming eyes were slightly shy, her dancing posture was light, her body was as light as a swallow, her body was as soft as clouds, and her arms were as soft as bones.

I don't know when, the scholar has already picked up the wine gourd and drank to watch the dance.

The cold water of the Xiangjiang River, the shadow of the moon, the cold wind is everywhere, and the green bamboo nightingale.

If there is an afterlife, I am willing to be a negative person, a negative sky, and live up to the Qing!

The people in the world are called book fairies, but who knows that this book fairy has shed a drop of tears under the bamboo forest of the Xiangjiang River.

The scholar sat on the ground and said nothing, holding Han Rou in his arms, looking up at this round of cold moon.

"Xie Bi'an, let's make a deal!" the scholar couldn't say anything.

The visitor was dressed in a white linen coat, wearing a high white hat, and there were four big characters on the white hat's 'Seeing wealth in a lifetime', his body was thin, his face was pale, and his mouth was bright red and long, he quipped: "The scholar actually made a deal with me, what kind of deal?"

The scholar looked at him coldly and said, "I have cultivated all my body, and I will exchange her for eternal glory and wealth." ”

When Xie Bi'an heard this, he staggered to the ground, his high white hat also fell to the ground, and he slurred his speech: "You... You... You say... Repair... Cultivation?"

"Shuxian, are you crazy?" a rough, black-faced man in a high black hat smacked his tongue in surprise.

The scholar looked at the beautiful woman who seemed to be sleeping soundly in his arms with a gentle face, and said, "I believe that the son of the cloudy sky will agree!"

The black face was hideous and terrifying, pondered for a moment, and said: "You have cultivated this killing Dao body for eternal glory and wealth, but it is also worthy of our Son of Heaven's consent." ”

"The cause of the past life, the fruit of this life, the matchmaker is in me! Recalling the past, looking forward to the present, and no longer being responsible in the next life!" the scholar looked at the cold and soft jade face in his arms and sighed.

Bow your head and kiss a little cinnabar between the eyebrows of the beautiful woman in your arms.

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The green mountains are green, the clear water flows, the scorching sun is hot, and the catkins are flying.

Hua Paper Jin stands alone by the river and holds a bamboo hammer to fish, still wireless, no hook, no bait.

Xue Susu, who was walking in the shade of the trees behind her, was sweating profusely, and she chirped, "Why don't you go and see her, you bad old man?"

Hua Zhijin looked at a lifeless peach blossom tree by the river, a pair of deep pupils looked distracted, and sighed: "When will this peach blossom bloom?"

After the words fell, Xue Susu snorted again: "Did you just give the bamboo slip to that girl and ignore it?"

Hua Zhijin looked back at the good disciple and said with a smile: "In the next life, they will see each other again, this fate..."

The words gradually fell, and he looked up at this round of scorching sun, and continued: "Even this day can't be separated!"

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Fengyue downstairs

Yaya held a bamboo slip in her arms, looked up at the peach tree, and whispered to herself: "This peach blossom won't bloom again, right?"

Although the peach tree has withered and lost its vitality, there are still autumn butterflies dancing, and I can't bear to leave.

Then, a man in a military uniform appeared, he had messy long hair, a pair of blue eyes, and clear facial features, and said in a mocking tone: "This peach blossom, why can't it bloom?"

The girl heard the unfamiliar voice and looked at the voice and asked, "Are you?"

"I can help you meet that scholar again. ”

Yaya was stunned, and said, "Need me... What to do?"

The latter smiled and said, "You'll know later." ”

The third floor of Fengyue Building

Xia Xu played the piano with both hands, no one said or heard.

He sighed: "The world will be divided for a long time, and it will be in trouble, and the great summer will be a good river and mountain, how can you be the enemy of a little cinnabar between your eyebrows?"

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The cold wind is howling, the sky is icy and snowy, and the snow is flying.

The bamboo slip in the scholar's arms is gone, and there is no wine left in the wine gourd on his waist.

Luo Zhi was wrapped in white clothes, her eyes were like stars, her waist was slender, and she was tied with three thousand green silks behind her back, and she looked coldly at the book fairy Li Goudan in front of her.

"Why?" Luo Zhi asked in a low voice, with a hint of coldness and loss in her words.

Li Goudan lowered his eyebrows, his hands naturally drooped, and said, "I... Come here... Here you go.... Farewell..."

The words gradually fell, Li Goudan turned around and brushed his sleeves away, and after a while, only Luo Zhi's heart-wrenching choked sob,

"Li dog, why don't you die, you little fairy, why don't you die..."

Li Goudan didn't hear it, but he didn't want to hear it, he whispered to himself:

"If, in the afterlife... If you can meet it again... I will no longer fail you. ”

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To be continued in the next chapter