Chapter 35: Snow

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"Did you ever think you'd win grandpa? It's really funny, it's better to quickly kneel down and beg for mercy, maybe grandpa can spare you. Wu Hui hurriedly said, she has a good toy, but don't really be cut by her grandfather.

"No, I'm going out on a phone call." Meng Ping said embarrassedly.

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Seeing Meng Ping walk out of the door, Xia Wei, who was spread on the ground, got up neatly, leaned over to Wu Tian's side, and said:

"Dao Chief, this 100 million?"

"Xia's daily progress is gold, 100 million is too little?" Wu Hui said with a smile on the side that Xia's has taken over the entertainment industry, which is the strongest in Sanli City, and also involves real estate and tourism, etc., and 100 million yuan can indeed be taken.

Xia Ru gritted his teeth and said, "Then Xiaoyue's matter ......"

"This ......" This kind of thing, Wu Tian is not sure to subdue her, not to mention that Xia Ru is only afraid that his granddaughter will come back, how can he do anything.

"These are two different things, let's talk about it." Wu Tian said vaguely.

"Yes, yes, yes." Xia Ru hurriedly agreed.

"That's it, what now." Meng Ping asked Tu San on the other end of the phone anxiously.

"The supermarket clerk card on your body is a top-level defensive immortal weapon." Tu San said slowly.

"And then? And then what? Meng Ping asked.

"Then you don't have to worry about getting chopped off...... Honk...... Toot ......"

What, Meng Ping looked at his phone speechlessly, Tu San actually hung up like this?

So what are you going to do?

Meng Ping walked into the house slowly.

"Now it's time to get started." Wu Tian said angrily.

"Let's go, let's go."

I saw Wu Hui lighting four candles on the four corners of the room. In the center was placed a small incense burner.

Wu Tian threw a few charms into the air, passed through them with a copper coin sword, and said with words in his mouth:

"Taishang Laojun, teach me to kill ghosts and be with me. On the call for the jade girl, the collection is ominous. Mountaineering rocks are cracked, wearing seals. Wearing a canopy on his head, he is burly on his feet, supporting Liujia on the left and defending Liuding on the right. There is the yellow god in the front, and there is the Yue chapter in the back. The divine master kills, does not avoid the strong, first kills the evil ghosts, and then cuts the night light. What god is not subdued, what ghost dares to be? Haste as a law. ā€

Then he put the charm in the incense burner and lit it, and walked around with his sword in his hand.

Meng Ping squatted to the side and watched, always feeling as if he was dancing a god, like the kind seen in the temple fair when he was a child, the occasional soot fell on his body, Xia Liye on the bed was motionless, and the vines full of flowers on his body did not change.

Meng Ping could see him all the time, but judging from Wu Tian's burning charms one by one, it should be unsuccessful?

Spells, smoke all over the room.

"Ahem" Xia Ru couldn't help coughing.

Wu Hui glared at him, and Xia Ru immediately held back, and his face was flushed.

"Today, Lao Dao is unwell, so it's better for us to wait until tomorrow." Wu Tian had to say.

"This, Chief Wu Dao...... My son, he ......," Xia Ru couldn't help but say.

"This formation is quite strange, it has consumed a lot of aura from the poor Dao, it is better to wait until tomorrow, the old Dao will consult the ancient books, and then break the formation."

Xia Ru was helpless, and several people had to leave.

No one noticed that when Meng Ping was leaving, he said softly to the winter-resistant tree in the yard:

"Tonight, visit again."

The girl in red sitting on the branch of the tree was a little puzzled, was he talking to me?

In the evening, Meng Ping came to the small courtyard alone.

There were three people standing faintly in the courtyard, no, three demons.

Two young girls, red and white, are really gorgeous.

Next to the two women stood a man dressed as a scholar, with a sickly face.

Meng Ping hurriedly said: "In Xia Mengping, how many dare to ask?" ā€

The scholar also replied: "Xiaosheng's surname is Huang, his name is Wen, and the word is Yiwen." Then he pointed to the woman in white and said, "This is the cheap Xiangyu, and the other girl is my husband and wife's best friend Jiang Xue." ā€

Huang Sheng, Xiangyu, Jiang Xue? Meng Ping was taken aback, he knew who these three people were?

There is a story called "Xiangyu" in the first volume of Liaozhai volume, and these three people are the protagonists of the story.

In the Qing Palace at the foot of Laoshan Mountain, there is a two-zhang high winter-resistant tree, and the trunk is so thick that several people can hug it before they can surround it; There is also a peony, which is more than one zhang high, and when the flowers bloom, it is gorgeous and dazzling, like a ball of splendor. Jiaozhou Huang Sheng fell in love with the tranquility and elegance of this Taoist temple, so he borrowed a room to make a study.

One day, Huang Sheng was reading in the study, and accidentally looked up at the window, and saw the figure of a girl in white looming among the flowers from a distance. A few times when he saw the girl come out, Huang Sheng hid in the bushes in advance, waiting for the girl to come again. After a while, the girl came, accompanied by a woman in red.

Suddenly, the woman in red stopped, and whispered as she stepped back, "There are people here!" The two girls turned around in fright and ran. Huang Sheng was very fond of it, so he picked up the pen and wrote a quatrain on the tree: infinite lovesickness, affection for the short window. I'm afraid to return to Sha Chali, where to find Wushuang?

He walked into the study as he thought, and the woman in white suddenly walked in with a smile. The more the two talked, the closer they became, and Xiangyu stayed in Huang Sheng's study that night. When I woke up the next day, it was already a red sun. Xiangyu hurriedly got up and said, "This is really playful!" While dressing, he happily said to Huang Sheng: "I also made up a poem, the good night is easier, and the morning has gone to the window." May it be like a swallow on the beam, and the habitat is a pair of its own. ā€

When Huang Sheng heard this, he held Xiangyu's hand and said, "You are beautiful and wise, and you have been away from you for a day, it is really like a thousand miles away." From then on the two of them would meet every night. Huang Sheng often begged Xiangyu to invite Jiang Xue to come, but Jiang Xue always didn't come, and Huang Sheng felt regretful. Xiangyu had no choice but to comfort him: "Sister Jiang's temperament is uncompatible, not as infatuated as me. You have to let me persuade him slowly, don't be in a hurry!"

One night, Xiangyu suddenly broke into the study and said to Huang Sheng with a miserable face: "You can't even keep 'Long', and you still look forward to 'Shu'." The day of our farewell has arrived! Huang Sheng repeatedly asked what was going on, but Xiangyu just refused to say it explicitly, just whimpered and cried. This night, the two stayed up all night, and as soon as the sky was clear, Xiangyu left. Huang Sheng felt very strange and uneasy. The next day, a person from Jimo County surnamed Lan came to visit the Xia Qing Palace, saw the white peony, loved it very much, and dug it up. Huang Sheng suddenly realized that Xiangyu was a peony flower demon, so he felt melancholy and very regretful.

After a few days, Huang Sheng heard that the man surnamed Lan transplanted the peony flower to his home, and the peony flower withered. Huang Sheng hated it so much that he wrote fifty poems about crying flowers, and ran to the edge of the original pit of the white peony every day to cry and hang himself.

One day, after the hanging was completed, he was returning to the study, and saw Jiang Xue also hanging by the peony cave from a distance, and the two were in tears relatively.

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Dandan's exam tomorrow, everyone has to cheer me on.