Still Shu set off to the Demon Palace, Mingsa was in the Blue Mansion recently, except for hiding in the room and studying the cultivation method with still Shu and trying to manipulate the magic weapon, there was nothing else to do. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now that she still said that she was going to leave the Blue Mansion, she suddenly felt even more bored, so she had the idea of going to the Heavenly Selection Garden again. After all, only there, you can unconditionally hunt information about the demons.

As soon as she arrived at the Heavenly Selection Garden in the afternoon, Minsa entered the first floor to read silently, and later, attracted by the sunshine and bustle outside, she put down her books and came to the outer courtyard of the Heavenly Selection Garden.

In the library on the first floor of the Heavenly Choice Garden, there is a quiet and elegant ring courtyard, which seems to be quite popular.

The outermost courtyard of the Heavenly Choice Garden is not blocked, and it is a place for demons to read and swim in the open air. The sun is shining in the afternoon today, and the courtyard has become a paradise for children.

Around the outermost building of Tianxuan Garden, the courtyard also presents a circular ellipse. Some of the children were holding books and intently engrossed. But most of the children have abandoned their books and are jumping and frolicking like birds.

This circular realm just gives them the natural conditions of hide and seek, threes and threes, and the children who form gangs, the feeling of unrestrainedness, is the envy of others.

The corners of Minsa's mouth couldn't help but pull up, she walked along the path here, savoring the demon life in the afternoon, and slowly walked deep inside. The path is winding and seems to have been deliberately built. The trees on both sides seem to be trying their best to stretch their branches, using their branches to build a natural barrier in the air of the path.

Such an environment is inevitably refreshing and pleasant, and mundane worries are eliminated.

At this moment, Minsa caught a glimpse of two ancient trees in a secluded corner of the courtyard, the branches of which were old, and the annual rings were very clear. They lay across the ground, wrapped in mid-air, like dragons hovering through the air.

In this vigorous background, there is a silent old man.

The old man's facial features are very straightforward, and his eyebrows are very upright, and he looks a little dull if he is too upright. He sat down on the thick roots of the tree, engrossed in the pen and ink in front of him, writing intently.

There were still a lot of discarded paper balls around him, and his eyes were full of sadness.

The children were noisy, the adults were chatting, and from time to time they were strict with the children. In such a frolicking environment, the corner where the old man was located was a little surprisingly quiet.

He sat alone and indifferently, as if he was a transparent person in the eyes of the rest of the people, and he couldn't be seen at all, and everyone tacitly agreed not to bother, and consciously bypassed the corner where he was.

His presence caught Minza's attention, and Minsa was curious to walk over and look at the paper he had thrown on the ground, what was written on it, and what he was concentrating on writing.

Just as Minsa was about to approach the corner circle where the old man was, the corners of her clothes were ripped off. Minsa subconsciously lowered his head and saw a chubby little boy, born so cute and cute. He was tugging at his dress solemnly, and he stopped talking.

Minsa squatted down and rubbed the fat child's face lovingly: "You're looking for me, what's the matter?" ”

"Sister, don't go over!"

Although the fat boy didn't like Minsa rubbing his face and pouted, he still straightened his expression and said steadfastly, as if he was saying something very righteous.

As he spoke, the fat boy also pointed his hand at the old man who was sitting alone in a corner.

Minsa looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that the old man was unmoved, as if he couldn't hear the sound at all, and still half-hung his head, frowning in thought.

"Why?" Minsa patted the fat kid on the shoulder and asked puzzled.

"Because he's a weirdo!" The fat kid said justice.

Minsa widened his eyes and opened his mouth, which matched the fat child's words: "Really? How weird is that? ”

The fat boy was a little asked, and the two stubby light eyebrows frowned, and after careful consideration, he replied: "He will hurt you!" Nobody likes him, none of us, you see! ”

The fat boy emphasized in an accentuated tone, and stretched out his arm, pointing around everyone in the courtyard, for fear that Minsa would not believe him. Minsa smiled at the fat child, but caught a glimpse of the vibration in the eyes of the old man sitting alone.

When the fat boy said "no one likes him", the old man's expression shook for a moment, and he immediately recovered his indifferent mood.

Minsa was also moved, and suddenly felt some inexplicable distress for this old man. Thinking of the Elder Huyuan on the isolated island of Qingcheng, isn't he also a weird old man, he is also so lonely, so lonely, and he hides the story in his heart.

Seeing that Minsa was in a daze, the fat child slipped away from Minsa's hand on his shoulder, and called his friends to run laps. Minsa stopped where he was, did not continue to move forward, did not retreat and walked away. Just stood there and looked at the old man sitting alone.

At first, Minsa looked at him quietly, he was already aware of it, but he still wrote quietly on the paper. After a moment, he was a little impatient, and then crumpled the paper in front of him and threw it away.

But at this moment, he still didn't raise his eyes to look at Minsa, and continued to pretend to write with his head down. Minsa was unmoved, just stood there by himself, looking at everything in this corner, as if admiring a moving ink painting.

After a while, the pen in the old man's hand seemed to be a little disobedient, but in fact he was a demon, and under Minsa's gaze, he could no longer pretend to be indifferent.

The old man raised his head angrily, his movements were fast, and his eyes were as fierce as his movements.

Before he could open his mouth to reprimand, Minza picked the opportunity and stepped forward to pick up the paper ball that he had finally crumpled.

The last paper ball, he was the most uncertain, so he threw it farther than the rest of the paper. Minsa opened the paper ball in his hand and looked at it to himself.

"Who are you! Who told you to peek at other people's letters! The old man finally couldn't help it, slammed the pen on the paper, and asked angrily.

Minsa glanced at ten lines, and he had already seen all the words on the paper. Holding back the smile on the corner of his mouth, Minsa kneaded the paper ball again, took a few leisurely steps forward, came to the old man, and placed the paper ball beside him.

"Really? I thought that if you threw it away, you didn't want it, and whoever picked it up belonged to whom. Minsa said lightly.

"Humph!" The old man snorted coldly, and there was disdain and defensiveness in his eyes when he glanced at Minsa, which seemed to say: Whose girl are you? In this Heavenly Choice Garden, no one will come to mess with me, is it someone who has just entered the Holy Throne?

Minsa didn't care what he thought of himself, but he walked up to him, chose a flat root, and sat down, silent.

"You can't sit here!" The old man shouted firmly, and his tone was a little wooden.

"Why?"

"......" The old man was speechless for a while, this place has been occupied by himself for a long time, and it is his own, but it doesn't seem to make sense. But I didn't want to explain why, so I couldn't explain it.

"It's quiet and comfortable here, it's quite zen, and I want to swim here quietly, why not?" (To be continued.) )