Miss Wei ran to the Demo River every day, and the Jinpeng bird was not idle.

When she turned into her original form, she could be big or small, just cruising around Yuezhou, and she could inspect a radius of hundreds of miles in half a day.

However, the old ancestor who appeared in Yuezhou last did not leave the slightest clue at all. After a few days like this, Jinpeng Bird didn't have the heart to look for it any further.

The ancestors traveled the world, maybe they went elsewhere earlier, and if they didn't get it right, they had already returned to the East China Sea. Jinpeng Bird felt that he was wasting his time by searching aimlessly.

That night, she was stunned and kicked by the young lady, and was kicked dizzy, which was quite light, and after going back, she was tortured to extract a confession, and finally bent into a trick, saying that she did know about this marriage, and thought that the young lady would stop there, but who expected that after the trick, she was beaten even worse.

She was scarred, and she felt that her wings hurt when she flew in the sky, so she resented the scholar.

It was this resentment that made her secretly do some investigation after knowing that it was hopeless to find her ancestor. She inquired in many ways, and used some eyeliner from the Zhu family, and it took almost no effort to find the reason why she was beaten in vain.

When Miss Wei heard from her that the scholar's marriage partner was not herself, but the daughter of a high-ranking official in Bianjing, her expression was wonderful.

Jin Peng Bird stood aside, secretly paying attention to the young lady, and said in his heart, you should know, I was really wronged, right?

Pity her was still looking forward to it, so she was "snapped", slapped hard, and was kicked to the ground.

"Obviously there is no such marriage, why did you say that you knew about it that day?!"

Looking at the young lady's angry face, Jin Peng Bird was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, and said that she really did something wrong, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was the young lady who forced her to admit it with her fists and feet. Of course, she didn't dare to talk back, just lay on the ground and didn't move, waiting for the young lady's anger to pass.

The young lady said hatefully: "This scholar is really hateful! he actually bluffed me into believing it!"

Seeing this, Jin Peng Bird was secretly happy in his heart, and couldn't help but probe and said, "Miss, I'm going to kill him, right?"

She accompanied the young lady to Shenzhou this time, probably it was really unfavorable, and this natural proposal was actually exchanged for a severe beating.

"Kill, kill, kill all day long! What is the difference between you and that monkey who is making trouble in the Heavenly Palace? If you don't teach you a lesson, you won't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick!" Miss Wei scolded and kicked and beaten.

The Golden Peng Bird curled up and was beaten, as if its brain had been beaten and confused. She clearly remembered that the young lady praised the monkey again and again, why did she change her temper again today.

Miss Wei was tired, sat back in her chair, looked at the roof in a daze, and after a while, suddenly smiled: "He mistook me for someone else, so I will trick him with tricks, so that it can be regarded as a courtesy!"

After she made this plan, the more she thought about it, the more interesting it became, and the next morning she waited by the Tsumi River to play tricks on the scholar, but the scholar couldn't wait left or right, and her good mood was delayed.

This is nothing, when it was approaching evening, an albatross came to report that the Lanting summer gathering was coming, and the land of right and wrong in Yuezhou should not stay for a long time, and Miss Zhao from the East China Sea went back quickly.

In this way, if you can't play a good trick on this scholar, you can't even finish listening to Sun Monkey's story!

In a fit of rage, Miss Wei ran to the scholar's residence and shouted towards the closed wooden door:

"Storyteller!!Where did you die?!"

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......

Bu An swaggered out of Deng Xiaoxian's house, and shouted at the back of the "daughter of the Yu family": "What are you asking me to do?

Behind him, Deng Xiaoxian and You Ping were stunned when they heard this, and said in their hearts that this porcelain doll-like girl turned out to be a lady who had not passed the door, and Zhang Blind stood aside with his head sideways.

Bu An said this angry sentence, and then looked at the "daughter of the Yu family" coldly, he thought that the other party would taunt him again, but who expected that the anger on the little girl's face gradually disappeared, and he actually grinned and said something he couldn't think of.

"That's right! But I have one request!" Miss Wei stared into Bu'an's eyes, noticing the change in his expression with interest.

Bu An was slightly stunned, his tone suddenly calmed down, and he said kindly: "If you have any requirements, you just say it." ”

Miss Wei raised her head and said, "You go with me now, and finish telling the story of Sun Monkey in one go, and I will let my father withdraw from this marriage!" she said as she put her hand to her mouth, as if she was holding back a smile.

Bu An Zhengse said: "Are you serious?"

Miss Wei lowered her head, her shoulders trembled slightly, for fear of laughing, and after enduring it for a while, she raised her head and said: "I swear to heaven, if there is indeed a marriage contract between you and me, if I go back this time, I will let my father tear up the marriage contract and return you to freedom!"

Bu An wondered in his heart, although he saw that although this "daughter of the Yu family" looked smiling, her words were loud, not like a fake.

She was so happy, but she gave in and subconsciously repaid the price.

"The story of Sun Monkey is very long, how can it be told in one breath. Bu An deliberately tried to do this, and when he saw that the other party's expression was suddenly depressed, he felt that there was a play, and frowned: "Unless ......"

Miss Wei hurriedly said, "Unless what?"

Bu An wanted to say, unless you take out a hundred taels of silver, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed back. He suddenly felt that even if he was in a hurry to use the money, he couldn't ask this girl for it, and as for why, he couldn't figure it out for a while.

He shook his head and said, "Forget it, there is no unless! You wait for me for a while, I'll pack up and leave!"

In less than a stick of incense, Bu An packed up, said goodbye to Deng Xiaoxian, Zhang Blind and You Ping, and followed Miss Wei to Beicheng, Su Su naturally followed behind, with a full set of guys such as gongs and broken bowls.

When I came to Linglong Fang, by the Mash River, it was already the hour, which was equivalent to nine o'clock in the evening, and most of Yuezhou had been quiet, but Zijing Street was still lively.

At this time, there happened to be a neighbor who was waiting to hear and hear stories every day when they saw Bu'an coming, and complained that he didn't believe his words, so everyone waited in vain for a long time.

Bu An smiled and said, in this case, I will finish this story tonight, so as not to worry everyone.

Miss Wei called him here to say, not to tell her alone, not to have fun with the people, but to get used to this atmosphere, and feel that everyone laughed and scolded together, cried and cried together, and this story is interesting to listen to.

On the night of early summer, the cool breeze is blowing, and the banks of the Toumomi River are the bustling streets of drunken gold fans, the river painting boats are fluttering, and the warblers are singing and dancing.

In the crowd that gradually gathered on the shore, the young scholar cleared his throat and began to tell the last catastrophe on the way to the unlucky monk and his three monster disciples.

A kitten demon sat on a bench, a descendant of the old gods stood in the front row of the crowd, and a man and a ghost listened through the open window across the street, and listened to the strange stories of this other world that everyone knew and for them, fresh and violent, surprising and surprising, and secretly in line with karma.

This person, a god, a demon and a ghost, seems to have heard themselves in this story.

The night was getting darker and deeper, the stars were circulating in the sky, and the crowd by the Tsumi River was getting smaller and smaller, but the scholar showed no signs of stopping.

By the time the story finally came to an end and each character returned to their places like reincarnation, most of the listeners had already dispersed, and the remaining listeners seemed to be exhausted by the twists and turns of the story, and they seemed to be too tired.

At this time, the scholar changed the pipa pipa behind him to his chest, and after calming down, his fingers swept out a string of crisp piano sounds.

He looked at the starry night sky, the empty streets, and sang in a voice that had become hoarse from exhaustion in front of the small audience that had completely fallen silent.

"The moon splashes the galaxy, and the road is long. The wind and smoke are gone, and the shadow is alone. ”

On the deserted and lonely streets after the bustling, Bu'an stood in the middle of the scattered crowd, which really had a sense of solitude, and the singing voice floating in the summer night breeze also looked vicissitudes because of the hoarseness.

"Who called me extraordinary, who made me love and hate dilemma, and later, I was just broken. ”

He sang Wukong, but as if it wasn't, Miss Wei listened to it, and a hazy but complex indescribable mood rose in her heart.

"The evil moon is empty, and grievances are resting. Abandon enlightenment and leave the confusion, and the six dusts will not change. ”

"Angry, sad and crazy, whether it is a human being, a ghost or a monster, but there is a demon debt in his heart. ”

Qingshan is a human, Yingbo is a ghost, and Susu is a demon, and this song echoes on Zijing Street and the Toumi River, as if singing their respective joys, sorrows, and grievances and debts buried deep in their hearts.

"If you call the Buddha, there will be no shore to turn back! I kneel alone as a teacher, and life and death have nothing to do with it!"

The first sentence of this lyric seems to be said to Sun Monkey, but the latter sentence says Bu'an himself. Singing this, a woman dressed in white faintly appeared in front of him, standing in the pavilion by the mirror lake, standing in the spring rain curtain, walking on the rugged mountain road shrouded in the blood moon, but all hazy backs.

"The true and false realms of good and evil in the floating world, the dust is scattered and there is no clear difference. It's hard to break!"

Because he has been telling the story of Journey to the West for several days, Bu An easily immersed himself in the artistic conception expressed in Dai Quan's "Wukong", and the more he sings, the more he devotes himself, and the more he sings, the more excited he becomes.

"What is the use of this iron rod for me? What if I have this change? I am still uneasy or worried. The golden hoop is the head, and I want to say goodbye!"

"I want this iron rod to be drunk and danced, I have this change and confusion. ”

"Crush the sky! Be reckless! The world is evil! After all, it is impossible to escape!"

At the end of the singing, Bu'an was already hoarse, with a proud expression on his face, as if he was stepping on the sky, but his voice was hoarse and low, singing the unwillingness of the world to escape.

And when he finished singing and opened his eyes, not far in front of him, Miss Wei, who was dressed in a strong suit, was already in tears.

Su Su next to her was bowing her head and sobbing, whispering something, probably only Bu An knew, what she said was: "It's all my ...... harm"

There were also people in the crowd wiping their tears, but they were far from being as empathetic to this story and song as Su Su and Miss Wei.

In the window across the street, Haruma's slender hands were clenched tightly, and his nails were almost pinched into the flesh.

She quietly looked at the young scholar on the other side of the street, and her ears were still haunted by the sound of the song just now.

The song was still jerky, and the song was equally flawed, but it was this jerky song and singing that opened a door for Haruma and allowed her to vaguely see a new world.