The sunlight is faint, the warm breeze is warm, and on the round lotus leaves, the water droplets reflect the colorful streamers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info In the lotus pond, a clear and handsome young man, with picturesque eyebrows, several lotus flowers held on his chest, the corners of his pants rolled high, and a little beads of sweat on his forehead. The girl stood on the edge of the pond in a light green shirt and beckoned: "Brother-" The voice was as crisp as a silver bell, constantly echoing, floating among the flowers and leaves.

The lotus leaves covered the figure of the young man, and he could only vaguely see his pale blue clothes, flickering among the clusters of flowers and leaves, and he had already landed on the shore at some point, and turned around and handed her a bouquet of summer lotus in his hand, and a pool of water waves reflected a soft smile. He called her "Kexuan" in a low voice, and his voice was much more gentle than that of ordinary children.

At that age, children mostly yelled and chirped, but Cen Zifei was different. When other people's children were still snotty, pushing each other and fighting, he had already followed the master to practice various swordsmanship, and the bearded Master Li was very satisfied with Cen Zifei's swordsmanship, and every time he praised Cen Zifei, he always did not forget to boast about himself, but there was one thing that the master did not know.

In fact, Cen Zifei made the most powerful thing back then, not the sword, but the needle.

The three richest families in Luoyang were divided into Cen , Zhang, and Lin, and the Cen family and the Lin family were even more world friends. The Lin family has a house outside the east city, behind the yard is an orchard, every time the fruit is ripe, the two brothers and sisters of the Cen family will inevitably want to run to the garden to steal the fruit to eat, whether it is a pear or a peach, in Cen Kexuan's words, the fruit of the Lin family's orchard is always the sweetest in Luoyang City.

Cen Zifei has always responded to her requests, without any disagreement, whether it is reasonable or unreasonable, right or wrong, and never hesitates. So the task of stealing the fruit fell on the shoulders of his brother. The orchard is guarded by only one person on weekdays, and when it is hot in the afternoon, the person will nap from time to time, and the two brothers and sisters of the Cen family hide behind the wall, look inside through the carved holes in the wall, catch him napping time, and easily bypass his sight, and the cat slips into the garden.

Cen Kexuan stood under the tree, Cen Zifei climbed the branch, sat on the tree, and had a thin needle in his hand. All kinds of fruits fell to the ground one after another, and Cen Kexuan quickly ran over, took off the silver needles, and then packed them all into his skirt until the skirt could not fit it.

The two of them had to eat secretly in the grove every time before they dared to go back, and sometimes they couldn't finish eating, so they used the dagger that Cen Zifei carried with them to cut into small pieces and threw them into the pond to feed the fish, but for some reason, several dead fish floated in the pond the next day, turning over their white stomachs, floating on the water desolately. Cen Kexuan stood sadly by the pond and shed tears, Cen Zifei told her that although the body of the fish is dead, it will gradually sink to the bottom of the water and turn into the soil at the bottom of the pond, and when the flowers bloom, the soul of the fish will be attached to the lotus flowers that grow in the soil.

She finally stopped, took Cen Zifei's hand and went home, as for how to lie and deceive her father and mother to explain her whereabouts today, she also has her own brother to explain. This kind of thing, she doesn't need to worry, she can't afford it. Silly little girl, I can't tell you clearly, how can I bluff people.

When it came to the season of blooming in the second year, she suddenly remembered this again, and pulled Cen Zi to come and see the lotus flowers. In fact, there is a lotus pond in the backyard of Cen's house, in summer, the blue plate supports the delicate flowers, the delicate flowers support the lotus canopy, green and white, the light pink is like the glow, dancing in the wind on the sparkling water waves, in a thousand postures. But Cen Kexuan remembered his brother's words, saying that only the lotus outside the East City was given a soul by the fish.

When she arrived at the pond where she had been, she saw the delicate blooming flowers, and she forgot about the tears shed when the little fish died, and the original pity and sympathy were even more gone, and she insisted that Cen Zifei pick the lotus flowers for her and put them on the small porcelain vase in her house for them.

At this time, Cen Zifei had to think of throwing away the broken flowers and leaves unconsciously, and then make up a decent reason to coax her and explain the whereabouts of the lotus, so that the little girl would not cry and make trouble, which was really nerve-wracking.

Now that I think about it, when she was a child, she was really a girl who was ruthless and reckless, only caring about her own pleasure and never thinking about others. However, Cen Zifei is also a dizzy master, and he still does it, and he never thinks there is anything wrong with his sister's inconsistent whim. As long as his sister is happy, he has always done everything, and when he thinks about it, he hardly heard him say a word when he was young.

In the end, it's a biological brother who is connected by blood, if it were now, who else would accommodate her regardless of right or wrong? She closed her eyes slightly, and sighed softly in her heart.

When Dou Lan came in early, she saw Cen Kexuan sighing in a daze, and her cheerful face immediately showed a look of concern: "Miss, what's wrong with you?" Cen Kexuan lowered his voice and said, "You go and ask the shopkeeper to find me a doctor, I am uncomfortable, my chest is tight, and I am uncomfortable." As she spoke, she also made a weak look, but unfortunately she was used to it on weekdays, but when she learned it at the moment, it was extremely weird.

Fortunately, Dou Lan panicked for a while, only worried, and didn't have time to care about her extremely unnatural expression and posture, so she immediately put down the breakfast in her hand and hurriedly ran out of the house, probably calling the shopkeeper to go to the doctor.

Cen Kexuan exclaimed in his heart, poked his head out and saw the delicate osmanthus cake and a bowl of green vegetable and meat porridge in the blue and white porcelain plate, only to feel that the saliva was flowing down, and his stomach began to rumble. She immediately lifted the quilt, planning to climb out of bed to eat something first, and then continue acting. The mess last night and this morning tossed her for a long time, and she was already so hungry that her eyes were dizzy, and if she didn't eat something to satisfy her hunger at the moment, she was afraid that she would become a real illness by pretending to be sick later.

As soon as she touched her feet to the ground, she heard the footsteps and voices of several more people suddenly outside the door, and they were getting closer and closer, and the smile on her face suddenly froze.

"Second son, my young lady is not feeling well, I have already called the doctor, but I am still a little worried." Before he could finish speaking, the door opened.

Second son? Bai Moyin? Cen Kexuan hurriedly withdrew his feet and got into the quilt, sorted out the expression on his face, and tried his best to make a patient's sad appearance. But she was secretly scolding in her heart: This dead girl, tell her to call the doctor, why did she call the people from Yujing Villa. When the person who pushed the door fell into Cen Kexuan's eyes, she only felt that she had the heart to die. Not only Bai Moyin, but even Bai Jingfeng followed, followed by Mingxiao.

Cen Kexuan complained again and again in his heart: Early in the morning, these people are so idle, why are they all rubbing her here, what about the doctor she is looking for? She blinked at Dou Lan vigorously, who knew that Dou Lan's girl didn't pay attention to her at all, and her whole eyes were on Bai Moyin, and she kept talking crookedly: "Miss got up in the morning and said that her chest was tight, and I don't know if she had a cold last night." The young lady has never been out of the Purple Cloud Palace, and after a day's journey yesterday, her body may be a little unbearable......" Dou Lan said, almost wiping her tears.

God, am I so weak? Cen Kexuan really wanted to cry without tears at the moment, and his eyes were almost numb in the blink. Xindao: Doulan's girl should take a look at her. Where did the doctor who killed a thousand knives go? As a result, all the signals she put towards Dou Lan were received by Bai Jingfeng, and the kid said in a weird manner: "Miss Cen, what's wrong with your eyes?" Didn't you catch a cold, and you didn't even listen to your eyelids? Cen Kexuan coughed dryly twice and said, "No...... No, my eyes are in the sand. Bai Jingfeng made a look of sudden realization: "So that's the case, it seems that over here, even the wind knows how to blow on Miss Cen." The tone is yin and yang, and there is no lack of sarcasm.

Yesterday, I heard many legends about the inn, although Bai Jingfeng didn't ask much, but after all, he was young, so he was naturally very curious, and after getting up today, he was idle and had nothing to do, so he ran to Bai Moyin's room and dangled around, and finally couldn't help but ask him about the strangeness in the well. The man drank the tea calmly, and said slowly: "This Ziyun Mountain is a vein, originally called Qingluan Mountain, it is rumored that hundreds of years ago there was a sacred bird Qingluan here, the people at the foot of the mountain pray to the divine bird every year, the land within a radius of 100 miles is fertile, the wind and rain are smooth, and our ancestor Yu Jin, the ancestor of the Bai clan of Zuoquan, was born here. ”

Bai Jingfeng said casually: "So, the name of Ziyun Mountain was only given after the ancestor went to the South China Sea to bring Zizhu back?" Bai Moyin nodded: "It's a pity that in the later battle between the righteous path and the demon sect, Yu Jin sealed the divine bird Qingluan. Bai Jingfeng frowned, puzzled: "Master Yujin was originally a witch, and he deserved the help of the divine bird to eliminate demons and subdue demons, but why did he seal it?" ”

"There is no absolute good or evil in this world." Bai Moyin put down the teacup in his hand, sighed and said, "Jing Feng, you know too little about the ancestors of the Bai family. Bai Jingfeng was a little incredulous, those stories were just legends for him: "Second brother, these are all legends, is it true that there is a divine bird Qingluan in this world?" Besides, it is rumored that Yu Jin is also made up by the world, and in the entire Yujing Villa, I have only seen the tombstone of Bai Xuan, the ancestor of the Bai family——"

"If other people don't believe it, it's forgivable, but Jing Feng, our Yujing Villa, who is the descendant of the real inheritance of Yu Jin's relics, how can we say such a thing?" Bai Moyin interrupted him, with a slight look of disapproval in his eyes. This made Bai Jingfeng very uncomfortable, his face was slightly red, and he was stunned for a long time before he realized it and muttered: "Second brother refers to the Evil Yan Sword? ”

"Evil Sword?" Bai Moyin shook his head with a slight laugh, and corrected: "No, it's Yujing Villa." ”

"Imperial Heights?" Bai Jingfeng blurted out and repeated, surprise in his eyes.

Bai Moyin nodded: "Yujing Villa was originally founded by Yu Jin in the south, and at that time it was called the Moon Killing Sect, and it was divided into eight directions to ride the order-" Seeing Bai Jingfeng's confused face, Bai Moyin immediately explained: "Back then, Lingsha was born on Pingrong Island in the East China Sea, and he regarded himself as the god of the moon alone. At this, he suddenly lowered his eyes and did not speak, as if he remembered something for a moment, and was silent alone for a while.

Bai Jingfeng didn't dare to disturb him, and after a while, he saw him smile and sighed softly: "This story is hard to explain, let's talk about Qingluan Mountain." Yu Jin was condemned by the clan for some reasons, and it is rumored that she was in the same stream with the demons and demons, insulting the name of the righteous path, but at that time, only she could bear the heavy responsibility of leading the righteous path, which is why the famous she would later bear the charge of being an orthodox traitor, and become a woman with both the name of justice and evil. ”

Bai Moyin paused slightly, and his eyes gradually drifted away: "It was in that unprecedented battle between good and evil that Yu Jin suddenly turned against and sealed the Divine Bird, causing the Orthodox people who were originally in an advantageous position to suffer heavy losses, with countless casualties, until one of her disciples killed the Demon Sect leader Lingsha, and the Demon Sect people were slaughtered in the later battle. Even the few who survived were left to rely on it, and gradually died out in the following hundred years. ”

As for why Yu Jin defected and who this disciple was, that was another long story.

"So there's really a Qingluan Divine Bird locked up in the well, not the Jin Lin they say?" Bai Jingfeng showed a puzzled look, how to seal the divine bird in the well?

"I don't know, maybe you can go and see?" Bai Moyin looked noncommittal, and his relaxed expression seemed as if Fang Cai's remarks were just a joke.

Bai Jingfeng only felt that it was a fantasy, he was confused, and he was about to ask again, but he heard Cen Kexuan's girl Dou Lan calling Xiao Er to find a doctor outside, he didn't want to pay attention to it, but the second brother suddenly put down the teacup in his hand and walked outside for some reason, and he had to temporarily put down the doubts in his heart and follow all the way. Until now, he was still a little angry in his heart.