In the mountain temple, Yang Huaiping did not entertain the mountain god with wine and meat, and he forced him out by burning the temple if the mountain god did not come out.

At this time, Yang Huaiping was sitting on the table in front of the mountain temple opposite the mountain god, and he didn't say a word as if an old monk was sitting still.

The mountain god stroked a handful of beard and said with a smile: "Little friend, what is the so-called thing about coming here this time!"

Yang Huaiping took out an origami fan inlaid with gold wire from his waist, and he fanned it and said, "Brother Mountain God, are you asking knowingly?"

The mountain god stared at Yang Huaiping on his face and said quietly: "Xiaoyou, but you are here because the iron tree will not bloom?"

"Exactly!" Yang Huaiping replied succinctly and clearly.

Hearing this, the smile on the mountain god's face became even stronger, and he muttered: "The reason why this iron tree has not bloomed is not in others, but in Xiaoyou!"

Yang Huaiping stared at the mountain god in surprise, and he nodded towards the mountain god to signal him to continue.

The mountain god pursed his lips, he looked at the empty table in front of him and hesitated, "Is this ......?"

Yang Huaiping willingly put chicken, duck, fish, and a jar of old wine on the table, and he smiled disapprenantly at the mountain god's behavior of fighting the autumn wind.

About a tea time later, after the mountain god swept away the wine and meat on the table, he burped and sighed: "Little friend, your meal is really full of color, flavor and flavor, let the old man eat it once, and he can't help but want to eat it a second time!"

Yang Huaiping's face suddenly became gloomy, and he said in an angry tone: "Brother Mountain God, can you stop selling Guanzi, I'm so anxious, do you always tell me that some vain brains are useful?"

The mountain god pursed his lips and said indifferently: "Xiaoyou, don't worry, I'll talk to Xiaoyou, this person has a poor memory when he is old, and he forgot to tell Xiaoyou one thing last time, to make the iron tree bloom, in addition to three tears of sincerity and love, you also need to ask the person who blooms the iron tree to shed a tear of sincerity and love!"

Yang Huaiping stood on the spot for a long time, he let out a long breath to calm down, and the mountain god had already escaped into the clay sculpture and disappeared.

At this time, Qianqian walked to Yang Huaiping's side, she shook Yang Huaiping's arm very affectionately and said, "Brother Yang, what are you thinking, I see that you always have a stunned expression!"

Yang Huaiping touched Qianqian's head, and he said softly: "It's nothing, I'm just brewing sad emotions!"

Qianqian stared at Yang Huaiping with a puzzled expression and said, "Brother Yang, why are you so dignified, why are you brewing sad emotions, isn't it good to be happy alone?"

Yang Huaiping smiled bitterly and said: "I don't want to either, but so what, the matter is here, I have to cry if I don't cry!"

At this time, the sky suddenly remembered a burst of thunder, followed by a torrential autumn rain falling, Yang Huaiping closed the origami fan inlaid with gold wire in his hand, he paced into the rain and said: "Xiaoqian, Qianqian, you two stay here, I want to go out for a walk alone, quietly alone!"

After saying this, Yang Huaiping transformed into a butterfly and flew towards Qingtong Creek, Qianqian stared in dismay, the huge butterfly with golden light in the sky gradually flew away, she couldn't help muttering: "Brother Yang turned out to be a butterfly!"

Nie Xiaoqian frowned slightly and glanced at the innocent and ignorant Qianqian, then she sat cross-legged under the rain eaves outside the mountain temple, opened the book that Yang Huaiping gave her with a dark light, and began to practice on her own.

Qianqian sat on the table in front of the statue of the mountain god, she held her chin with her hand, stared blankly at the curtain of autumn rain outside the mountain temple, and fell into deep thought.

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Yang Huaiping transformed into a golden green * and flew to Qingtong Creek, he turned into his original appearance and lay on the edge of the stone bridge in Qingtong Creek, he wanted to smoke a cigarette to remove, but suddenly found that he had no smoke at all.

At this time, the sky fell obliquely dense and cold autumn rain, at this time, under the blowing of the autumn wind, the surface of the stream rippled, and the wet and cold breath in the stream began to spread unscrupulously.

Yang Huaiping's long sighs kept echoing around Qingshui Creek, and he found that he couldn't shed a single tear no matter what.

Suddenly, a black umbrella suddenly appeared in the rain, Yang Huaiping saw Nie Xiaoqian's figure under the black umbrella through the surging rain curtain, and he couldn't help but say: "Xiaoqian, it's not that you won't let you come, why did you come here without permission." ”

Nie Xiaoqian paced through the rain curtain, she walked up to Yang Huaiping and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, are you afraid that I will lose face when I see you crying!"

Yang Huaiping stroked the accumulated rain on his face, he stared at Nie Xiaoqian Miaoman's figure with a playful expression and said, "Xiaoqian, come over and let me hold you to relax, otherwise I'm afraid that with my nervous state now, I won't be able to cry when the time comes!"

Nie Xiaoqian snorted coldly and said: "Yang Huaiping, I can see through you, you are as attentive as other men, eating in the basin, thinking about the bowl, you obviously said last time that you left Qianqian for her good, so why are you hooking up with her again now?"

Yang Huaiping's figure flashed to Nie Xiaoqian's side, he hugged Nie Xiaoqian's waist, and Yang Huaiping said softly in his ear: "What's wrong, I'm jealous!"

Nie Xiaoqian pouted and said, "You are a ...... Forget it, don't talk about you, I'm angry if I talk too much!"

Yang Huaiping's hand walked up from Nie Xiaoqian's lower abdomen very dishonestly, and he whispered something in Nie Xiaoqian's ear.

Nie Xiaoqian looked at Yang Huaiping in surprise and said, "Brother Yang, are you really willing to find me a physical body?"

Yang Huaiping stared at Nie Xiaoqian and nodded seriously, he smiled evilly: "Xiaoqian, I know what you want to do with your body!"

Nie Xiaoqian blushed and bit her thin lip lightly, and she said angrily: "Eh, Brother Yang is not what you think!"

Yang Huaiping took a shallow sip on Nie Xiaoqian's lips and said, "Xiaoqian, you don't study well all day long!"

Nie Xiaoqian stepped on Yang Huaiping's foot, she immediately pushed Yang Huaiping away and said: "You unserious old rascal, I'll leave first, you just stay here alone and cry, cry to death!"

Yang Huaiping rubbed his hands with a look of unfinished expression, and then paced to the edge of the stone bridge again and lay down, he looked at the rain falling from the sky, and fell into silence.

With the passage of time, the night is quiet, the tide is like night, rolling in, the fish in Qingtong Creek boiled again, and the tall and thick iron trees gradually emerged from the water.

Yang Huaiping looked at the iron tree with a dark black luster, and he muttered to himself: "Although I have the sadness of destroying my heart and liver, tears and intestines, but I can't cry at all, next time, I will cry again next time!"

After saying this, Yang Huaiping waved his sleeves very chic and walked away.