When I was 12 years old, there was something I was particularly ashamed to admit, and I even regarded it as a sense of guilt, and every time I saw Master, I felt guilty and embarrassed, and this thing was that I wanted to ride with Yang Xiuyi.

At that time, I had not long been enlightened, and one day I went down the mountain to sell sun-dried herbs to the villagers at the foot of the mountain, and it happened that an aunt was making glutinous rice sugar turtles, and she enthusiastically left me, so I waited dryly.

Wait until the twilight, the starry night is vast, my aunt wrapped the sugar turtle and stuffed it into my arms, I will go to the mountain, just out of the apricot blossom forest, behind the horse's hooves, Yang Xiuyi with four entourages to ride the wind and the moon back.

The moment I looked back, I felt my heart stir.

That night, the moon was breezy and gentle, thousands of miles of silver and white, the apricot blossoms were as vast as rain, and the purple-clothed young man with a complexion like snow galloped on a horse, full of spirit. When he came to me, he stood up, his posture was as straight as a bamboo, his long eyebrows that flew obliquely into the temples were raised, and he looked at me with a smile, and the corners of his lips were sarcastically raised, and he was chic and good-looking.

At that time, my aesthetics were not sound, and I didn't know how to appreciate his stunning eyebrows under the moonlight, but I was amazed by his demeanor, fascinated by his elegance, and reversed by his demeanor.

The wind hunted, the fragrance overflowed, and the petals disturbed my vision, and he said, "If you go back so late, aren't you afraid that Xiaoyu will beat you?" If you are willing to ask me, this master will consider taking you for a ride. ”

For the first time in my life, I gave it to him without a trace, and I was stunned and said, "Okay, I beg you." ”

Since then, I have been thinking about his heroic appearance on the horse, and the master asked me why I don't give up all my soul, and I said that I wanted to see people riding horses, and his old man immediately showed his hand for me, and as a result, I became more and more obsessed with Yang Xiuyi.

But I was young and stupid at the time, and I can't remember how long. Later, when I was with him, I didn't think about it.

Tonight was a mistake, I happily grabbed his arm and leaned into his arms, there were few people on the long street, and the sound of our galloping horses' hooves was crisp and powerful. His ability to control the reins is definitely higher than Master's, at least my ass was not broken into six petals.

Desheng City does not have a city wall, all the way without a word, we chased to the outside of the city, the white moonlight will be all over the mountains covered with a layer of beautiful hazy light, the night birds on the clouds fly over. The chirp is sharp.

My mind gradually lost the trace of the red shadow, and I felt out the nine-palace ruler that looked like a phoenix-tailed hairpin, and pointed to the east Qingye: "There!" ”

The horse's head turned, and in the middle of the chase, my chest suddenly blunted. Hurriedly said: "Stop! ”

Yang Xiuyi immediately reined in the horse: "What's wrong." ”

I frowned and touched my heart, my mind clear and ethereal, but the dullness in my chest made me breathless.

I said very lightly, "It doesn't feel right." ”

His hand crossed my shoulder and held mine: "Chest depression? ”

I raised my eyes to look at an old elm tree that was hundreds of years old in front of me, and an inexplicable thought came out: "Yang Xiuyi, I want to go up." ”

He threw his arms around me and jumped up, and I climbed his waist with my toes on the treetops. Stagger.

The long wind crosses the green pings, and the fields in all directions are in full view, and the night fog sometimes looks like inky clouds. Sometimes it's like a drop of dew. We were standing high in the sky, and if it weren't for Yang Xiuyi's boiling hot current, I might have been blown into an ice sculpture by the cold wind.

After being quiet for a long time, he spoke up: "The ninth day of the first month? ”

"Hmm."

"Are you still bored?"

I leaned back against his chest and murmured, "Yang Xiuyi, I seem to have been here." It's like this, too, overlooking ......."

"When?"

"It's not that far away." I frowned, "I'm sure I've been." There should be a bamboo building over there, called Anfeng Pavilion. There is a couplet at the door that is not very neat, there is a moon in the upper rung, there is wine, and there is a world in the lower rung...... Take me to see it! ”

He muttered: "The wind dews the pillow moon, and talks to the sky about the wine cup." Danqing is not old, and the painting world has been passed down for thousands of generations. ”

"You've seen it too?"

The black eyes were puzzled: "Chu Jiu, think about it carefully, when have you been here?" ”

"Okay, I'll think about it......"

I looked at the distant clouds and sky, and there were like a pair of soul-hooking eyes peeping at me above the nine heavens in the gloomy floating sky, smiling fiercely, and the killing intent was solemn.

In an instant, a thousand cold waters rose in my brain, and it was pressed down, engulfing me instantly.

My body trembled, and I said compassionately: "Yang Xiuyi, I want to hold your hand......"

The big palm immediately overcame, and he lowered his head and kissed me on the forehead, and said softly: "I'm here, don't be afraid." ”

With my warm palms around me, I pinched his thumb and closed my eyes.

The thoughts gradually floated and sank, a thin white light suddenly brightened, like an exploding firework, dazzling in an instant, after the strong light subsided, the light and shadow gradually dimmed, and fell from the surrounding field like peeling paint, leaving only a small afterlight.

In the afterglow, the surrounding area was dull and depressed, floating in the blue and black water, and I stood in the water, staring blankly at the woman in front of me.

Her limbs were bound by heavy chains, her body was bloated, and her skin was as white as lime and speckled with water, as if it would explode at any moment.

She was dead, her eyes wide open, her expression hideous, her face difficult to discern, her eyes full of fear, despair, and cold.

I palpitated, turned away, and drifted like a clear wind to the surface of the water, floating into the air, light as a cloud of smoke, without a trace.

It was the drizzle, countless beautiful people on the shore were walking slowly with umbrellas, a group of young and handsome sons laughed and played past, and a young man smiled brightly: "Miss Zhao! My eldest brother has a crush on you! ”

I looked at them curiously, and suddenly a sharp pain shook my soul, and a strong gravitational force struck, and I was suspended in the air, and was dragged hard.

Mountains and rivers and towns suddenly galloped, the clouds rolled wildly around them, and the shadows in front of them trembled, whose cooking smoke, who herded the cattle, who played the flute, who supported the green boat?

Finally, I fell on a towering mountain, and a middle-aged man in a witch robe knelt at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and a young woman with a beautiful head and eyebrows stood beside her.

The woman is holding the bamboo xun in her hand, the tune is solemn, sinking like a stone tripod, empty as a bell, with the meaning of opening and closing the heaven and the earth, and Ling has the realm of the four fields swaying and riding the wind.

I floated to the high place of the mountains to overlook, the mountain streams are extremely open, the green forests are stacked like the sea, a pool of thousands of acres of lake water is like a mirror paved by heaven and earth, reflecting the mountains, and the water is clear.

In the distance, there is a vast plain wetland, and an old man is drunk in front of an elegant bamboo house, and he is painting with a pen, looking frenzied.

I was about to go and see what he was painting, when the music played by the woman suddenly rose to a passionate place, a water-colored cyclone rose from the ground, like a long wind, sweeping in all directions, and I was swept down and sunk into the formation like a green lotus.

As I fell, the formation rose and cleared, and the middle-aged man's expression froze, his eyebrows were happy, and he sang a vague witch word.

I was trapped by the formation and couldn't get out, but he was still chattering endlessly, the light of the sky changed from Qinglan to twilight shadows, he finally ended the long tirade, and made a wizard's salute to me, and then whispered: "Yan Zheng offended, please forgive the immortals." ”

I am still floating in the formation, his eyebrows are solemn, and there is a faint compassion: "There is a sudden disaster here, and the immortal will not give up, and I hope to ......"

At this moment, a clear breath came from outside the Qinglian formation, I raised my head, and four cloud cranes flew leisurely, hugging a cloud of purple clouds, and the old laughter came: "Yan Zheng, are you recruiting me or the ...... in this formation?" Hey, what is this, spirit? Remnants? Immortals? ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, the purple qi fell on my side, as if looking at me, and after a while, he said to the middle-aged man: "I know that you love to talk nonsense, I deliberately came later, it seems that your formation is very popular, let her help you." After a pause, "Your righteous daughter has excellent spiritual roots and bones, and it is a pity that you were killed like this." ”

After finishing speaking, he ignored the middle-aged man's pleading, and flew away with the wind.

I noticed that the formation had broken, so I also pulled away. But there was a very muffled feeling that hit me, and a cry sounded in my ears, and a blue light claw pulled me back to the bottom of the blue and black lake.

I was so suffocated that I was trembling violently with suffocation, and when I opened my mouth, my mouth was filled with ice springs at the bottom of the lake, and something overflowed from my alveoli, a thin line of blood.

The uncomfortable feeling made my frozen limbs finally regain their strength, and I struggled desperately, trying in vain to break free, when a clear and rapid call came from my ears: "The ninth day of the first month! ”

Who's calling me?

I whimpered in a panic, and a pair of big hands pressed my arms: "The ninth day of the first month!" ”

The feeling of anguish and pain crushed me to death in the water, from which I could never escape, and I struggled to the death, jumping in vain.

"Ninth year, wake up! Open your eyes! ”

I pushed and writhed like crazy, trying to break free from all the restraints on my body.

"The ninth day of the first month!"

……

The soft lips pressed against my lips, and the delicate aroma poured from my lips into my mouth, and I grabbed him and inhaled greedily.

As the spiritual platform gradually cleared up, I didn't want to open my eyes, so I grabbed the hem of his shirt and cried on his chest.

ps: Uh, the setting in the article, only immortals can transform invisible, Xiuyi is still a mortal fetus in the end, so he still has to drill that hole, and he doesn't want to be seen by Chu Jiu...... Well, it's normal, he's arrogant, as for shrinking bones, uh, there's no such thing as zài in the text...... But we can break bones infinitely in the text, do you want to see it, the ninth day of the first month, come, perform a paragraph~! (Ninth day of the first month: (╯‵□′)╯(┻━┻, stepmother!) ）i861