At the same time, in Yucheng, there is especially one person, who also complains and admires, cries and complains, but only mutters to himself. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qiao Xuanying stood in the hall, saw Qingqiu Xun crying and laughing, withdrew the plectrum, and stroked the jade head song in his arms. Thinking that the best time for the lord of Zhiri Palace is approaching, Qiao Xuanying is relieved, but it is difficult to use an arm to relieve his difficulties.

"A drunk is a competition, I don't know anything else! Xuanying, then go to the kitchen to take the new wine, wait for me to drink it all, drunk for a year and a half! “

Qiao Xuanying didn't move when she heard the sound, and she felt a force on her shoulder, which was gentle at first, but slowly weighted and buckled straight to her shoulder blade.

"Could it be that the city lord of Yucheng has to climb the day, and Xuanying wants the chicken dog to ascend, and he can't wait for the left shoulder mountain without worry?" Qingqiu smiled, and then continued: "If you are tired of my lord's mansion and don't obey the call, then you will seek a high place and linger." ”

Qiao Xuanying immediately frowned, lowered his sleeves and arched his hand: "The door master is smiling, Xuanying He De, staying on the side of the door master, it is already a supreme glory." ”

"Hode?" Qingqiu closed his palms and swept his eyes, "What is the virtue of worry-free?" The hundred-year-old demon, the exercises are not long, how can he enter the day of knowledge and enjoy this prosperity? ”

Qiao Xuanying was unable to respond for a while, so he had to retreat slightly, and muttered in his mouth: "Xuanying will take Jin Bo here, and the master of the door will wait." ”

Qingqiu hummed, brushed his sleeves and shook his clothes, turned around to take a seat, and played his own song.

However, after a stick of incense, Qingqiu entered two jars of strong wine, and before he was deeply drunk, he closed his eyes and smiled, and slowly abandoned the wine jar, causing broken porcelain everywhere on the table; The jade neck bent, and felt the body fluttering, got up steeply, raised his arms and shrugged his shoulders, spun a few times, and then opened the robe, and then took the hosta from his hair, held it in his hand, and jumped and waved endlessly.

"Door master, door master!" Seeing this, Qiao Xuanying immediately bowed, grabbed the fragments on the ground with his palms, and pushed them outside the hall. When he looked back, he saw a thing gathering light, burning his eyes, Qiao Xuanying saw Qingqiu walking, without checking that there was a finger belly-sized broken porcelain under his feet, Xuanying was stunned, stepped forward, and slapped his palm on the sharp top, just at this time, Qingqiu landed on one foot, and was stepping on the back of Xuanying's palm, clamping up and down, the pain was like a crack in ice, hitting the heart and lungs.

"Why do you put your palms at my feet?" Qingqiu snorted coldly, took half a step back, and before he could get close, he smelled a little fishy in his nose.

Qiao Xuanying paused for a moment, slowly closed his palm, put the wound in his sleeve, and said lightly: "Xuanying is reckless, and it has ruined the master's interest in singing and dancing, and Xuanying's fault." ”

Hearing the sound, Qingqiu paced closer, squatted down, looked at Qiao Xuanying carefully for a while, and sharply buckled Xuanying's wrist, raised his palm, and saw the red spots, but frowned and angrily, and reprimanded: "Qiao Xuanying!" So why bother? ”

Hearing this, Xuanying lowered her eyebrows and smiled: "The master of the door is like Myron, how can he be approached by ordinary people?" Xuanying was fortunate to be appreciated by the owner of the door, and was promoted and reused, and Xuanying admired it as a dog and horse. ”

Qingqiu closed his eyes, exerted force with his fingertips, divided the two points of his fish and yin, and then turned his palm to the side, charged lightly against the back of his palm, and slowly luckily faded out of the sharpness, which tore a piece of the outer robe, and lightly covered the wound to prevent it from harming.

Qiao Xuanying was stunned for a long time, and looked at Qingqiu's movements, and after a while, he returned to his soul, and his voice trembled, and he was already crying: "How can Xuanying be so kind to the master of the sect?" ”

"How unbearable?"

Qiao Xuanying still leaned over, touched the ground with his palms, and sneered in a deep voice: "Wu Niu, who is ugly and humble, has low skills, how can he stand it?" "After that, it's already a relative's voice.

Qingqiu hummed lightly, opened his lips and smiled, and his ears were full of self-deprecation: Why do you need to envy Xiaoyang in Qiucao, I am just afraid of winter, and I secretly pay Liu Si.

Thinking of this, Qingqiu secretly painted a merciless look, an uproar, a step barrier, and in an instant, his robe turned from gray to gold, from gold to white; Qingqiu closed his eyes, the corners were dark, and he saw a firmament, and if he carefully distinguished, it was half of the broken tongue!

"Hyunyoung!" Qingqiu opened his eyes and called urgently.

Qiao Xuanying raised his body when he heard the voice, and saw that Qingqiu's face was pale and uncertain, and he was even more pityful, and was waiting to open his lips to soothe him a little, but he heard Qingqiu raise his voice and said slowly: "Don't insult yourself, when I return, I will play a song for Xuanying!" The aftermath was in the ears, and when Ranqiao Xuanying fixed his eyes, there was no trace of Qingqiu in the hall.

Qiao Xuanying couldn't help laughing, slowly raised the injured palm, put the Qingqiu silk robe close to his eyes, wiped off the liver fluid, shook his eyebrows and said softly: "Xuanying Wu Niu's body, don't you play the piano to the cow and chant the sutra to the horse?" ”

Qingqiu borrowed a little alcohol power, flew straight to Zhiri Palace, and secretly thought in his heart: Whether it is knotted or not, I should talk to Lang Lang, so that I can find out what I saw that day! Thinking of this, I can't take care of the time, and I took the golden talisman of Kuafu given by Mercy from my bosom, and rubbed it again and again, this square stood in the palm of my hand, so as not to be checked by the disciples who knew the day and night, and mistakenly provoked the trouble.

After half a pillar of incense kung fu, Qingqiu has arrived outside the Huai Tang Palace, and then his feet touched the ground at the beginning, his heart jumped sharply, he vomited several times, but lost his confidence, hesitated again and again, and was thinking about turning around or patting the door to step forward, but he saw that the palace door was opened, and he invited you to enter.

Seeing this, Qingqiu knew that he had no mercy to check where it was, and since he missed the opportunity, he simply took a closer look, so as to solve the doubts in his heart first. Thinking of this, he put his feet inward, and his face was awe-inspiring.

Through the corridor through the courtyard, to the main hall, Qingqiu fixed his eyes, saw that he was still in a gray robe and a golden crown, sitting in the main position, and did not see half a point of slackness.

Seeing this, Qingqiu's heart and liver trembled, his body and mind were solemn, and he bowed down and bowed: "Qingqiu, the master of the Yucheng Gate, meet the palace master of Zhiri Lane." Disturbed in the middle of the night, I really dare not beg for forgiveness. ”

Lang Wumian replied lightly, but did not say much, raised his eyebrows and squinted, looked at Qingqiu fixedly, and saw that it was spreading, the outer robe belt was wide, and the tail of the robe was still missing; His body moved slightly, and the smell of wine escaped. He hooked his lips and smiled lightly, with a look on his face, which was quite playful.

Qingqiu was speechless for a while, scratching timidity, and shaking his body slightly.

"Take your own seat."

Qingqiu had to be merciless and light, such as being amnestied, bowing again, stealing his eyes to make no mercy, and then immediately running away, pacing to the side.

"I know that it is late at night, why do you come to Huai Tang Palace?"

Qingqiu was difficult to distinguish between merciless and angry, and he didn't know how to respond for a while, but he only supported me for a while, and said: "Hearing that the palace lord will marry my city lord, Qingqiu is happy and has come to congratulate him." ”

Lang Wuxian chuckled, and said slowly: "The day before yesterday, I was injured by people and lost my mind and was drowsy, and then I told me that Qingqiu had come to visit, and I really had a heart." ”

Qingqiu was stunned, and secretly said in his heart: What was explored that day was definitely not Lang Lang, what does it mean to say this at this time?

Why didn't you check Qingqiu's face, snorted coldly, reached out to the table to take a lamp, sipped tea soup, raised his eyebrows to look at Qingqiu, and said with a smile: "Qingqiu's master is sincere, I have received it, if there is nothing else, this will be ......"

Without saying a word, Qingqiu had already gotten up, paced forward, looked at Lang Wumiao carefully, leaned over steeply, flattered his knees on the ground, supported Wumi's ankles with his palms, and said quickly: "Lang Lang really wants to get a worry-free tie with him?" ”

There was no anger on his face, but he smiled lightly and replied slowly: "How should it really be? What about fake? ”

When Qingqiu heard the voice, he thought in his heart: The immortal method of Lang, if you don't want me to get close, how can I go up half an inch? As soon as I thought of this, my heart was sweet: or it was moved by me, not the same cold heart as that day.

"Xuanying's appearance, after getting along for a long time, I am still at stake for his safety; I am a lang, before and after the saddle, no matter what, it should be felt. Thinking like this, Qingqiu was already open: "Even if it is knotted, would Lang Lang be willing to take a look at Qingqiu more?" After that, the left and right shoulders should be one, and the Yucheng City of Zhiri is a family, and it will also... I also lost the barrier of the fairy and demon realm......"

When he heard his words, he already understood, and responded softly: "It's better for me to give Qingqiu the surname to show that there is no distinction between you and me, how about it?" ”

Qingqiu heard the sound and looked back, his eyes were wide open, and it was covered with gold dust, shining brightly.

"Lang... Want to give the name Qingqiu? On the day of the lord of the city, he also mentioned ......"

Lang Wuxian saw Yan Ran even more, and asked in a deep voice: "Worry-free also has this meaning?" “

"Exactly, exactly!" Qingqiu got a little closer to the tail of the robe, and said in a coquettish voice: "What name does Lang want to give?" ”

He smiled widely, raised one arm forward, pinched Qingqiu's chin with three fingers, and rubbed his fingers back and forth on his lips; Qingqiu especially saw the charm, slowly raised his eyebrows, his eyes were paired, and he said when he heard the words of Shamelessness: "Get - no need!" What if you don't have to do it? As soon as the words fell, he immediately turned his wrist and pushed his palm lightly, if the wind fell leaves, he knocked Qingqiu out of the hall in an instant, and crawled on the side of the stone pedal in the courtyard.

Qingqiu supported the ground on one elbow, clasped the stone pedal with one palm, got up tremblingly, and then rested his side cheek on the back of his palm, gasping for breath.

"Is that a good name?" Lang Wuxian slowly straightened his cuffs, lowered his arms slowly, and asked softly.

"Get... The master of the palace...... Why? ”

Lang Wuxian sighed for a long time, closed his eyes, and sighed slowly: "The best time is approaching, I don't want to kill in vain, I thought that if the master of the door pretends to be deaf and dumb, I will ignore it; Now Qingqiu is in person, at this time, this state, the pleading is false, and the coercion is true! ”

When Qingqiu heard this, he thought for a long time, and then he explained sharply, and raised his voice and said: "The palace master thinks that Qingqiu knows the secret? ”

Couldn't open his eyes, but he shook his head, the corners of his lips mentioned, and he said lightly: "I know that in the palace, what secrets can't be lost to the world?" The immortal family is orthodox, reflecting the mountains; Wet in the dust, An Min Kuang ......"

Before the words fell, Qingqiu was already laughing: "The palace master is skillful, and the native cloth can also be turned into brocade." But I don't know, the tongue of the palace master is three inches long, or six inches? ”

When he heard the voice, he didn't get angry, but he chuckled, raised his arm and hooked his hand, and said lightly: "When Qingqiu explores, you will find out." After that, in an instant, the golden light was like an eagle and a vulture pounced on the rabbit, lifting Qingqiu in front of him in the air.

"As I expected, the main fruit of the gate that day was found to be different." Lang Wumian leaned back in the chair and continued: "In the lifetime of the door master, it is a blessing to see his brother. ”

Qingqiu was shocked when he heard this, and immediately changed his color, and muttered in his mouth: "It turns out ...... It turned out that the palace master had a suspicion in his heart......"

"Non-yes, non-yes," Lang Wumian shook his hand and said slowly: "I have never believed in Qingqiu, and I suspect that it is ordinary, how can it be sooner or later?" ”

The surface of Qingqiu is white, the gallbladder is clear, from the bottom to the top, gathering the bottom of the tongue, like a peach slave tang pear, cold and astringent.

"Whether or not to punish Zang, I have a decision. What Qingqiu wants, but my skin, now, I will give my brother to Qingqiu, how about it? ”

Qingqiu was dumbfounded, shorter than responding, stunned for a moment, but tried his best to lean back and retreat, wanting to get as far away from being merciful as possible.

"On that day, Qingqiu saw in person, my brother was the same as me, and his appearance was the same, except for words, he was one person; In this way, you still can't understand the lovesickness of the master? Seeing this, he got up slowly, his eyes were high, and he was penetrating all corners.

Qingqiu's breath is not smooth, his chest is low, he is exhausted, his two palms are protected in front of him, he swings several times, and then he swoops to the ground, and bows: "Qingqiu...... Qingqiu doesn't dare! Qingqiu doesn't dare! ”

"If you want to open the door of voyeurism first, and then you want to do the thing of authority, why don't you dare to go down to the tomb to coerce?"

Qingqiu was in a hurry, and his head was stunned, and his forehead hit the ground, and there was a bang.

"Qingqiu is here, it is definitely not a secret and coercion, trying to make the palace master make a decision left and right, but it is not enough...... It's all hard to beat the strength of the wine, and I was confused for a while, and the lord of Wanwang Palace forgave me for this time! ”

"The door master is wrong with this!" Hearing the sound, he stepped forward, leaned over and lightly pressed Qingqiu's shoulder, stopped his bowing, and squatted again, looking at Qingqiu steadily, and saw that the mud of the blood courtyard on his face was scattered, and he was really embarrassed, so he smiled lightly and said slowly: "I will not take the life of the door master, the door master is too worried." ”

"The master of the door said that he should also ask for a name for the door owner, so it can be seen that the door master is really the humerus of Yucheng, and the pillar of the shoulder. I am the emperor's grandson, the orthodoxy of the immortal family, and I will never cut off the evil. ”

Qingqiu heard the words of the emperor and his grandson, and before he could think about it, he saw that his palm was turned inward and his cheek was softly touched. Seeing this, Qingqiu was terrified.

"My weeping beads, is it okay for the master of the door?"

Qingqiu didn't understand what he meant, but he responded: "Qingqiu will thank the palace master again for giving him the treasure." ”

Lang Wumian snorted lightly, and the jade tip pointed steeply on the Qingqiu cheek car hole: "Do you still remember, that day in Yucheng, I fought with the old palace master, and the karma was fired?" ”

Qingqiu's eyes turned back and forth, not doubting it, and responded softly: "Burning cheeks, the palace master saw that Qingqiu was scarred, and Fang gave the weeping beads." ”

Lang Wumian blinked for a moment, and snorted coldly: "The door master has a good memory!" ”

At the beginning of the word, the body of Lane Wumiao swirled, and the wide sleeves swept on the surface of the green hill, quickly pointing to the kung fu, and observing the hall carefully: Lane Wumiao sat on the main seat, slowly took the tea cup, and sipped freely; Qingqiu under the hall shouted loudly, covering his face with his palms, and through the gaps, he saw that his face was full of fire marks, but the flesh was rotten but not scabbed, and the scars were like ravines, all over the face.

Lang Wumian put aside the teacup, and made a silent gesture towards Qingqiu, seeing that his voice was not only reversed, but especially impatient, he flicked his fingers to exert force on his throat, Qingqiu coughed and salivaed, and immediately became dumb.

"The stubborn fire in Yucheng is what I have done, as for the weeping beads, it is a divine object, but my childlike heart is not broken, and I put some back powder, return to the light, wonderful, wonderful!"

Qingqiu's eyes are the same as the dry well, the turbid tears are unstoppable, the face and the heart, it is difficult to distinguish which pain is very bad, swallowing saliva several times, Fang said dumbly: "Get... Palace Master...... Why ......"

Lang Wumian supported his elbows and cheeks, hooked his lips and chuckled: "There is no one in Yucheng now, the talent of Qingqiu Eagle Dog, and the minions can be used; And in my opinion, carefree intends to rely on it more in the future, so how can I take your life without permission? ”

"And then...... The palace master is suspicious of employing people...... And you have to... and ......"

Seeing that Qingqiu was exhausted, he continued: "There are still weeping beads in my palace, if Qingqiu knows and understands, his face will be restored, but he will flick his fingers; Otherwise, no one will be happy to see it! ”

Qingqiu snorted: "Raise your hand to hang the net...... Throw the foot to move the trap. It's a good trick for the palace master...... Well in and out! ”

Hearing the sound without mercy, his face did not change, and when his eyes were swept away, he saw three or five weeping beads flying out of the inner room, straight into Qingqiu's chest; Lang Wumian stepped forward, stroked the top of Qingqiu's forehead, and slowly emitted a knot with his ten fingers, which attached his ears, and said softly: "Persuade Qingqiu to be careful, wandering the wrong way, the most likely to stumble." “

Qingqiu's silver teeth were shattered, and he hated: "Qingqiu Xie Palace Master mentioned!" The voice did not fall, the palm was raised, and the hair was broken, like a defeated grass, "If there is nothing else, Qingqiu ...... Retire! ”

Lang Wuxian snorted coldly, watched his servant walk on his knees, and saw him enter the hospital, and then continued: "Qingqiu Sect Master, such a appearance, if it is seen by others, it will be ruined in a lifetime. After a pause, he covered his mouth and smiled, "I persuade this to hang my head and shake my wings, and I don't want to be investigated by that bridge Xuanying." ”

Qingqiu was stunned, and before he could react, he raised his voice and continued: "The servant you rely on is really the eyes of Wan Hulou. Serving the two masters, both inside and outside are contradictory, and the door master should not be careless. ”

Qingqiu closed his eyes and looked up, his lips were wide open, and then he was hoarse for a while, wanting to hiss but was silent; The fundus of the eyes is dry early, the face is like sand skin, and the hands are astringent; The wind blows away, and the soul loses its roots.

(To be continued.) )