The little white fox marveled at his beauty, and the surprise in his heart couldn't be vented unless he danced! So the little white fox stood bare-bottomed on the narrow suspended passage thirty meters above the ground and danced. The willow waist, the lotus arms, the jade feet, the pair of fullness on the chest, and the jade buttocks are also trembling, elastic and powerful. The little white fox touched the ground with one foot, stretched out the other leg, and spun in a circle, only to see ......

Well, the little white fox is all gone!

For a beautiful woman like the little white fox, who looks like dung, the author can only say: Then jump down.

As mentioned earlier, hundreds of years ago, there was such a man who made the little white fox fall in love.

Once, the little white fox also wanted to become a beautiful woman to accompany the man she liked, but her cultivation was not enough, and she couldn't change it. Now, that man has been buried in a beautiful place in Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province.

The past is vivid, and the little white fox remembers it in his heart, and he has never forgotten it, even if it is half a moment. When the little white fox danced, the man with a beautiful face appeared in his eyes.

If it weren't for an accident, the little white fox would never have met that man, and if it wasn't for the accident, the little white fox's feelings would never have been out of control like the Yellow River flooding.

With a little pen and ink, tell the story of the little white fox and the man's chance encounter.

The story takes place in ancient times, a long, long time, during the Southern Song Dynasty, location, Taizhou Mansion in Zhejiang Province.

I remember that it was a sunny afternoon, a warm and cold season, in the dense forest along the coast, on a certain green meadow, the little white fox lazily basking in the sun.

Life is so comfortable, but the little white fox can't be happy. The little white fox's eyes stared at a white cloud in the sky, and his face was full of loneliness.

The little white fox has an older sister, a sister who is as beautiful as herself, but what about her sister, she separated from herself a hundred years ago, she said that she wants to cultivate into a fine and become a beauty, charm those lustful boys, and suck their essence. This kind of thing that goes against the way of heaven will never be done by the little white fox. The sisters were separated and never saw each other again. Until a week ago, a beautiful woman came to the little white fox, dressed in white, like a fairy in the heavenly realm.

"Good sister, who do you guess I am?" The woman in white said to the little white fox.

The little white fox shook his little head, indicating that he didn't know.

Suddenly, the woman in white turned into a white fox. This white fox is so familiar, isn't it the sister who separated from him a hundred years ago.

"Sister!!" The little white fox exclaimed, "Is it really you?" ”

"Who else would it be if it wasn't me?" The little white fox's sister said, "How have you been doing all these years?" ”

The little white fox's sister relied on sucking the essence and blood of human beings, and her cultivation increased dramatically, and by chance she met a nine-tailed white fox with boundless strength, and the nine-tailed white fox gave the little white fox's sister an elixir, and the little white fox's sister became human.

The two sisters talked for a night, and the next day the little white fox's sister separated from the little white fox.

The little white fox knew that her sister now had a human name, Nie Xiaoqian.

Nie Xiaoqian, yes, it's Nie Xiaoqian. No book can be made without coincidence!! This little white fox is the sister of the famous fox demon Nie Xiaoqian. It's just that when the sisters met again, Nie Xiaoqian hadn't met the scholar Ning Caichen yet. Later, Nie Xiaoqian met Ning Caichen by chance, and it was hundreds of years later, the Qing Dynasty. And these things, the little white fox doesn't know at all.

When Nie Xiaoqian separated from her sister, she said to her: "If you can turn into a human form, my sister will give you a name, Nie Xiaoying." You and I are both shadows, falling into the red dust, what should have been a fox body, but turned into a human form. Good sister, in front of human beings, we are just passers-by, just a beautiful shadow. I look forward to the day when you become human, and you will definitely be a beautiful woman who will captivate thousands of men. ”

Nie Xiaoqian smiled charmingly and left.

Seeing her sister turn into a human form, the little white fox didn't feel much in her heart, and thought it would be good to be a little white fox!

The little white fox was still looking at the clouds in the sky, and suddenly wanted to grow a pair of wings and fly to the sky to be accompanied by the clouds. The little white fox fell asleep thinking about it.

Suddenly, a sound of horses' hooves sounded, and then the little white fox vaguely heard a ** call: "White fox, white fox, oh my God, what a beautiful white fox." ”

A male voice then sounded: "Don't hurt the fur of the white fox, I want to take off the fur of the little white fox and make a fox collar for Sister Rong'er." It's not good if there's a wound on the fur. ”

The little white fox woke up suddenly, and his eyes widened, only to see a sharp arrow flying towards him.

There are many animals in this forest where the little white fox is located, wild boars, elk, rabbits, etc., and the rich children of Taizhou Mansion like to hunt here. The man who spoke just now was not very old, twenty years old, with a fierce spirit, he was the son of the Yin family in Taizhou Mansion, and he had nothing to do with a group of fox friends and dog friends and a group of generals to go hunting, a large team of almost twenty people, each with a horse, each holding a bow and arrow.

The little white fox couldn't dodge, and his right hind leg was shot by a bow and arrow, and the bow and arrow were too powerful, and it passed directly through the thin leg of the little white fox.

After being stunned for a moment, the little white fox hurriedly ran away. The hunting team led by the prince of the Yin family rode a horse and chased after him, and wanted to fix the fur of the little white fox.

Since Brother Yin Gongzi said that he couldn't hurt the fur of the little white fox, everyone didn't dare to release arrows indiscriminately.

Although the little white fox injured one leg, it was not slow to run. And this forest is very dense, with towering ancient trees and shrubs, which brings convenience to the little white fox to escape. The hunting team is not vegetarian either, and they can find the little white fox wherever it hides.

The frightened little white fox ran down the mountain, its little heart fluttering, almost jumping out of its body, and its shiny white hair became dirty.

Unfortunately, the little white fox's escape route was discovered by the hunting party.

"There, there!!" A quick-eyed hunter shouted.

"Chase!! Even if you run to the ends of the earth, you have to catch her. Brother Yin said with a cold face.

No matter how fast the little white fox ran, it couldn't match the horse, and he was injured again. As the distance narrowed a little bit, the little white fox's strength was almost exhausted, and his speed gradually slowed down.

The little white fox doesn't want to die, really doesn't want to die. The world is so beautiful, it's impossible to live for too long!

Halfway up the mountain, a scholar walked comfortably with a basket on his back. The scholar is silk and has a beautiful face, how do you look like a child of a rich family.

The scholar carries a basket on his back, and it is easy for people to think that he is going up the mountain to collect medicine. In fact, the scholar has to carry paper in the basket, and there are also pen, ink, paper, and inkstones. This scholar likes to write poetry, this is to go to the mountains to find inspiration, and at the moment there are words in his mouth.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the River Island, My Fair Lady, Gentleman!" The scholar naturally memorized this poem, and suddenly sighed again, "Alas, why can't I write such a beautiful poem?" Am I not even as good as the ancients? ”