A black bug flew to the windowsill of the study room, Xu Xing put down the pen in his hand, pinched it and took a closer look. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The bug is the size of a finger's belly, with a black hard shell with red patterns, a head without eyes, and two hooks like canine teeth at the mouth.

Feeling that he was trapped, the black worm suddenly attacked Xu Xing, wanting to stab the hook into his palm, but his body was pinched by Xu Xing's fingers with a "boom", and the yellow-green juice stained his hands, Xu Xing wiped his hands with paper in disgust, and then walked out of the study room.

It's been five days, and it's been five days since I endured the pain of this 10,000-insect bite, which is not as intense as the knife wound stick, but it has been immersed in the texture and deep into the bone marrow bit by bit, as if there are tens of thousands of sharp hooks filing their bones, which makes people feel painful. A white light flashed in front of Liu Shi's eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled weakly: "It seems that my limit has arrived, and it is a relief for me to die now." ”

"Do you want to die so much? It's been so easy to hold on until now. A cold voice sounded in his ears, Liu Shi rubbed his eyes, and saw a young man of eighteen or nineteen standing beside him, holding a bright bronze sword in his hand.

"You are?" The light of the bronze sword moved away from the young man's face, and Liu Shi looked at the finely carved face, forgetting the pain around him for a while. He is so good-looking, especially those eyes, which are somewhat similar to his own. No, how can there be someone more beautiful than yourself in this world? This is unreasonable. Thinking of this, a slightly sour taste welled up in his heart.

The young man squatted down in his direction: "Promise me, you will never harm anyone in this life, and I will save your life." ”

His voice made it impossible to refuse, so Liu Shi nodded hurriedly.

The white light swept by, illuminating the entire plum garden, and the densely covered "frogs" on the various flowers and plants in the garden were split in half by the Tiandun Sword and fell down one after another.

Liu Shi felt a sense of relief that he hadn't felt in a long time, as if cool spring water flowed through every meridian in his body. He patted the remaining body of the toad on his body and stood up briskly. "It's so comfortable, I'm finally alive again." His hand was gently raised, and suddenly, the withered and withered flowers and trees in the garden spat out their buds again, stretching their branches and leaves, and the whole garden seemed to be full of vitality and vitality.

The boy retracted his sword in the palm of his hand and turned to leave.

"Wait," Liu Shi stopped him, "I haven't thanked you yet, and, besides, I ...... I don't know your name yet. ”

"None of this matters, you just have to remember what you promised me. Also, don't be bewitched by Lin Sheng in the future. His figure faded away until he disappeared into the fiery red shadow.

"Xu Xing, Liu Shi said that he was a spirit, but what kind of spirit is he?" Wu Xi looked at the snow rock grass in the vase in a daze.

"You should have guessed a thing or two." Xu Xing casually wiped the tea set in his hand.

"Flower fairy."

In the early years of the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a poet who was lonely and self-conscious, did not seek glory and profit, and wandered among the mountains and rivers all his life, not entering the officialdom. He never married, had no wife and no children, lived in seclusion in the lonely mountain of West Lake, and the only thing that accompanied him was a plum tree planted in front of the house.

One day, he was taking a nap on the couch after drinking, but was awakened by a crane chirping. When he walked out of the house, he found a young man in white with a beautiful face standing under the plum tree, sniffing the delicate petals. Seeing him come out, the young man smiled: "Mr. Jiuwen's name, I came to visit today, and I hope it didn't disturb you." ”

"How did you get here?" The poet looked at the shore, where there was only a long river and his own lonely boat.

The young man touched the white crane beside him, and lowered his head and smiled silently.

Since then, the young man has come every day on a crane, and the two of them have talked about the past and the present, chanting poems and reciting classics, and they are so unhappy.

As the days passed, and gradually gossip about the poet began to appear in the city. said that he closed himself in the island all day long, not to hide the mountains and forests, but to raise male pets there. It is said that the male pet is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he was born very well, as if he was a fairy descending to earth. These words spread ten times to hundreds, and finally reached the ears of the emperor. The emperor had already complained about the poet's refusal, and when he heard this rumor, he personally sailed to the poet's residence to find out.

After the group came to the isolated island where the poet lived, they found that the building was empty, and only a red plum stood alone next to the house. Under the faint moonlight, plum blossoms loomed, branches swayed in the wind, and the fragrance of plum blossoms came and went with the wind.

A few years later, a fisherman went fishing in the East China Sea, but unfortunately encountered a storm, the fishing boat was broken by the waves, and the fisherman grabbed a plank and drifted on the surface of the sea for several days, and finally was washed up on a small island. The fishermen were amazed, for the island was full of flowers and trees, and they were full of colors and wonders, like the nymphs of the Nine Heavens scattering torn brocade to the earth. But this is not the strangest thing, there are two men standing in the depths of the grass and trees, their clothes fluttering, holding an ancient book and talking and laughing freely. The fisherman felt that one of them was very familiar, and he came closer to see him more clearly, but suddenly there was a crane chirping behind him, and immediately he felt that his clothes were caught by something, and he took him into the air. When the fisherman woke up again, he found himself on the gravel on the shore, and there was no trace of a lonely island immortal in front of him except the roaring waves.

After speaking, Xu Xing put the teacup back on the table, Wu Xi picked it up, and she saw that a bright red plum was painted on its clear bone china, and next to the red plum, there were two lines of delicate small characters: sparse shadow, horizontal slope, clear water, dark fragrance, floating moon dusk.

"Plum blossoms, white cranes, West Lake," Wu Xi said silently, her eyes suddenly widened, "Xu Xing, that poet, could it be Lin Hejing?" ”

"I don't know, let's eat first." Xu Xing didn't answer her directly, but brought a plate of braised fish in front of her.

Wu Xi had a pair of chopsticks between the fish and meat, she looked at the two empty chairs beside her, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, "The two of them have been in the mountains for so long, why haven't they come back?" ”

"Didn't I tell you that the master told them to stay and continue their cultivation."

"That'...... How's your master's injury? ”

"Okay, almost."

"Your master, I guess I ate both of them."

Xu Xing's chopsticks stopped in mid-air and didn't move, and after a long time, he stared at Wu Xi's eyes and said faintly, "My master is a vegetarian." ”

Postscript:

"This flower for you."

"It's beautiful, but it doesn't smell good."

"It's called Snow Rock Grass, it grows on the cliff wall of the mountain, and it can only bloom because of the nourishment of the snow water on the top of the mountain."

"Thank you Xu Xing, I like it very much."