Luochen really didn't expect that the things in that place could not be used, think about the "assorted soup" that he boiled out of a mess, and then look at the jasper tea in front of him......

What to say only looks at the finished product regardless of the process, I am afraid that the finished product is also incomparable.

Alas, it's a lost one.

Zhang Yuanbo was looking for a tray and put the red and green tea cups on it. Seeing Luochen's strange complexion, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Although the method of cooking tea is different from that of this envoy, however, the income from tea is more expensive than the drinker's pleasure." It's too early to talk about winning or losing. ”

Luochen looked stunned, and said secretly, don't comfort me. Win or lose, and the one who has always been the best wins. It's better to say that if you can't try it, how can anyone like my messy stuff?

Alas, this plague god, I'm afraid I won't be able to see it.

"If you want to see the temple master, you may not necessarily not see it. Zhang Yuanbo patted him on the shoulder, took the teacup and went to Shi Wenye.

Luochen raised his eyebrows when he heard this, looking at the back a little puzzled.

He still has a chance?

Zhang Yuanbo took the tray to Shi Wenye and whispered: "I think it can be done, but how about it?"

Shi Wenye looked at the contents of the green cup, sniffed it with his hand, and nodded: "I think I can give it a try." So, he made a paper crane and flew back with the tea tray.

The people next to them didn't know what dumb riddles they were playing, but when they saw that the tea was going to be sent to the Plague God Temple, Xia Wen couldn't help but exclaim: "Are you going to send that kid's 'ditch wastewater' to the hall master?

Shi Wenye saw that he didn't choose to speak, his face sank, and he scolded: "It's all obtained by cooking some flowers and herbs and sweet fruits, why don't you close the ditch?!"

After a while, the crane went and returned with the tray.

The red cup seems to have passed, but the tea is still there, and the green cup is empty. There are still water marks on the tray that have not dried, and two words are written crookedly - "have" and "continue", meaning, whether there is any, another drink.

The skeptical crowd immediately collapsed.

I all know that the plague god has a strange temper, but I didn't expect even the taste to be so unique!

Xia Wen was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile to Shi Wenye: "Don't blame, I said the wrong thing." "Since it is the favor of the hall master, it is naturally not a ditch.

Shi Wenye glanced at him, too lazy to pick up the stubble, and said to Zhang Yuanbo: "Invite Xiao Xianjun over." ”

Zhang Yuanbo took the order and left, and then returned with the dust.

When the people came to him, Shi Wenye said to Luochen: "The palace wants to see you." ”

The dust was surprised.

Really?

Then he looked at Zhang Yuanbo with questions.

Didn't this god make a good heart and deliberately lose to himself?

Zhang Yuanbo smiled at him and said something even more inexplicable: "Thank you Xianjun for your foresight." ”

Shi Wenye coughed lightly twice to summon the attention of the dust fallen, and then said: "Immortal Jun went to see the hall master, there are still some evasions that need to be paid attention to. ”

"Divine messenger, please speak. "Dust comes back to your senses.

"First, the terrain of the plague temple is special, and the hall master is especially poisonous miasma, so please ask the immortal monarch to protect himself; second, you can't call the hall master 'plague god'; third, don't be disobedient when talking to the hall master, if there is a verbal disagreement, please leave quickly. ”

Luochen nodded in response: "Xiaoxian understands that he will never offend the plague——, he will never offend the hall master." ”

Including Shi Wenye, everyone secretly said, not because they were afraid that you would offend, but because they were afraid that you would go in vertically and come out horizontally.

"There's still ——,, you should go first. Shi Wenye wanted to add one more sentence, why did he want to speak and stopped, but in the end he didn't want to say it.

Since he had nothing to say, he let the paper crane lead the way and led the dust to see the plague god.

When I didn't travel much, I saw a tall and wide palace, which was similar to what I saw in the past, nothing more than majestic.

The paper crane is the history of the industry, the temple door is recognized and opened, and then enters.

When you enter, there is an evil poison pervasive, but because there is no hindrance, the dust is not noticed. It's just that there seems to be dust in the eyes, and I feel a little dark.

Then I followed the paper crane forward, but I saw that the pavilions and pavilions were abandoned under my feet and turned to a remote place.

Walking in the middle of nowhere, the more wrong it becomes, and when the paper crane slows down, it is already in the wilderness.

The wilderness is also divided into borders.

The sun is shining, you have a beautiful wilderness, listen to the flowers bloom and fall, sit and watch the clouds roll up, how pleasant?

This place is also regarded as having mountains and waters, but it is ......

The ancient tomb covers the autumn grass, and the barren platform surrounds the withered vines. The cold hookah is indifferent, and the cold mountain fog is cencen. The stars and the moon cherish their light, and the birds and beasts are stingy with their shapes. But when I heard the wild ghosts crying, the wind whined.

All that's missing is a handful of paper money thrown into the air.

Lonely, dark, cold, and frightening.

Following the paper crane to continue to move forward, the dust drilled through a deep grass one foot high and one foot low, out of the grass, turned a few corners, the shadow of the tree moved, and a little glimmer of light appeared on the water at a glance, like a ghost fire.

Further on, I finally saw that it was a candle flame.

The cold candle hangs brightly, and under it is a paper boat, floating on the river, unsinkable and drowning.

The smoke is hazy, and there is a figure with long hair draped on the paper boat, swaying lightly with the water, and the shadows are full of shadows, and it is unknown whether it is a person or a ghost.

Suddenly, I felt a cold wind, and the leaves of the trees were rustling. The paper crane stopped, flapped its wings on the spot to stop falling into the dust, and then flew to the ship.

The people on the boat were a little disappointed when they saw that the back of the paper crane was empty, and waved their hands to pick it up.

The paper crane flapped its wings and signaled that it had brought someone with it.

The person on the boat turned his head slightly to check behind him, determined where the dust was, and spit out a word: "Tea." The tone is cold, but the essence of the voice is as brittle as a silver bell, hiding fresh life.

"Huh?" Luochen didn't react for a moment.

The paper crane flew back and pecked at the waist of the dust.

The man on the boat seemed to be guided, brushed the floor, and took away the pot of tea that had been prepared for Mo Ran to leave for them.

"Hey—" Luochen subconsciously tried to stop it, but closed his mouth again when the words reached his throat.

This is probably the plague god.

The chief envoy of the five plagues has advised not to disobey the plague god.

The people on the boat got the jar in their hands, and immediately opened the lid and drank it, smacking and smacking the taste, and they couldn't get enough of it, and drank two or three sips in succession, and then they couldn't bear to fill it all in one go, and tangled up the lid.

As if he was afraid that someone would take it away, he took the jar into his arms, stretched out one hand, and patted the side of the boat.

Seeing this, the paper crane opened his mouth and tugged at the dusty robe, signaling him to step forward and board the ship.

Luochen walked towards the water's edge, stood on the shore and looked at it for a moment, and then hesitated to get on the paper boat.

I am afraid that the paper boat will not be able to withstand it, or turn over or sink, and subconsciously change the sitting position as soon as I step in. Who knows, when I sit down, it seems to be like falling clouds, with a slight floating and swaying with a soft texture, which is quite comfortable.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, he didn't move his eyes and quietly looked at the people around him.

The candlelight cut out a side face, and the ups and downs outlined half of the youthful cheeks, about the appearance of a mortal cardamom. Only this side face, the eyebrows, eyes, lips and nose will be well matched, revealing beautiful color.

A long hair fell like a waterfall, and only a very casual bun was loosely tied on the top, and a hairpin was inserted. Wearing a light veil, I can't see the background color clearly, only to see it reflected in the candlelight, glowing with a faint yellow of memories.

The whole person sat there, arms and knees, eyebrows frowned, eyes drooping, revealing loneliness and sorrow.

Luochen didn't expect that this plague god was actually a pitiful girl.

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