"Uncle Shi, aren't you going to see the Emperor of the Shenzhou Realm?" asked Yu Qingsheng, and the wine fairy stopped and said, "If you don't go, you're not in the mood, take a detour." "It's no surprise that Yao Qingsheng is not surprised by the style of the wine fairy who doesn't even give face to the Emperor of the Realm.

Nangong Bei was a little sleepy, "Why don't we find an inn to sleep in for one night?"

"Didn't bring any money. Said the Brewmaster.

"Sold your wine. He muttered, and the wine fairy glared at him. Rushing overnight, Yao fell asleep on the back of the three-legged golden crow.

"Ahh He didn't know why he had to ride the three-legged golden crow every time, and when he didn't pay attention, he would fall and gnaw on the mud.

Yao Qingsheng held the sword and fell down one after another, smashing it on the stone fiercely, "Grandpa, I won't ride you again!" And the black sword was not hurt at all, it glowed red, as if to say: Don't waste your efforts, you can't hurt me.

The Sword Immortal saw that his apprentice was so angry, he had never seen it. walked over and took out a bag of chestnuts, "Xiao Yaotou, come to dissipate your anger, who bullied you again? As soon as these words came out, the black sword in Yao's hand shook.

took the chestnut and devoured it, and Nangong Bei next to him wanted to ask him how he could stand this taste.

After eating, Yao Qingsheng explained the sword, "It's tricking me every time." ”

The sword fairy took the black sword and stroked it again and again, and the black sword kept trembling.

The wine fairy looked back from afar, "It's over, this bird is crippled." Kuroma heard the Brewmaster's words clearly, and hissed as if he had been ruined.

"Little hammer, I'll give you the sword tomorrow. Sword Immortal said. The black sword immediately regretted it, it regretted teasing Yao's suicide, and this fell into Qu Kongji's hands, and the sun would no longer be so bright from now on.

I remember the first provocation Qu Kongji, that is, the three feet that were beaten could not touch the ground.

Mu Xiaoran didn't come out when he was eating, and what was even more tragic was that Yao Qingsheng and Nangong Bei didn't notice it at all, which shows how vaguely Mu Xiaoran existed in the hearts of the two young people who were in the flower season. Aunt Qin was eating on the table, but the sound of the piano still didn't stop, and they didn't notice it. Mu Xiaoran realized how small his existence was, and he played a big dung song in a fit of anger.

"Poof!" Nangong Bei almost swallowed into his lungs, but at first he remained calm, and asked in a soft and elegant tone: "This piano sound... Who the hell is playing!" Without the usual humble and gentlemanly attitude, he now just wanted to rip out the piano-playing skull, and then squirt the rice that he almost swallowed into his lungs.

Mu Xiaoran didn't hear the grievances of the seniors outside at all, the ups and downs of the piano were exciting wave after wave, Qin Yi didn't know what medicine her apprentice had taken wrong, and she was also surprised how she used the gentle strings to play the erhu-like tone.

No matter how you say it, Mu Xiaoran is not normal today.

"A woman's month, there are always twenty-seven or eight days. Nangong Bei sighed, and Yao Qingsheng agreed.

"What are you talking about!" Aunt Qin glanced at him. After the meal, Yao returned to the treehouse. When he saw the huge painting on the bed, he couldn't sleep, so he sat on the chair and took out the black spar, and kept studying and groping. Biting with his teeth, knocking on the bench, soaking in water, roasting with fire, he almost didn't use his black sword to cut it, and he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, like a more eye-catching one... Coal stone.

It was late at night, and he lay in bed expecting to sleep.

An hour later, with his big watery eyes still open, he got up and looked at the painting on the bed, "Don't you use it?" patted the face of the black baboon in the painting, and the baboon fell asleep.

I only slept for half an hour, and when I woke up in the morning and heard the melodious sound of the piano, I was refreshed, and compared with yesterday's song that urged people to die, it was like a fairy sound.

Mo Erwu still sat at the door early. Yao Qingsheng went to him with the scroll of paintings on the bed, and saw the painting fairy sitting at the door as if in thought, so he went directly into his room without saying hello.

"This painting is useless to me, just put it somewhere. He inserted it into the corner of the cabinet and saw a piece of paper pressed under a book. Out of curiosity, he took it out and looked at it—

A young girl, standing alone. Its color is peachy, and its surface is clear. Dandan pheasant wakes up, and hears the fairy sound alone. Mu Mu is long, as long as moonlight. Gloomy and hopeful, hope stops in sight, thousands of sorrows, infinite reverie.

Such a straightforward sentence scratched his scalp and thought about it for a long time, could it be that he was interested in Aunt Qin? But it was true that the two of them were quite compatible.

Aunt Qin broke the string in one fell swoop, and what Yao Qingsheng thought to herself, of course she heard it.

"Hey, why is there no sound?" Mo Erwu waited for a while and there was no sound, and now the sun is only half out, and it should play for a quarter of an hour as usual.

Mo Erwu returned to the room depressed and opened the door.

"Lingering fairy sound, smell and heart happy, posture for the jade girl, limbs such as silk, smell its bathrobe, caress the body is extreme. Yao read it out slowly, "Good poem, there is something!" sighed after reading it.

Aunt Qin next door almost slipped to the ground when she heard this.

"Little rabbit, you dare to turn over my things!" Mo Erwu blushed with shame, and yelled without holding his image. She put the paper back in place, "You see it's right here, I haven't turned it over." None of the fungus snatched the paper, "Little fart, what do you know?"

"Eh, it's this sentence again, why don't I understand?" Yao Qingsheng was not convinced, "Through the poems you wrote, it is so popular and straightforward, and the literal meaning is so, but it contains the sullenness that you don't see the light of day, secretly promising each other but not daring to express it, secretly writing a poem, and afraid that it will be heard by others..."

"Sensei said cool!" The embarrassed painter immortal, the great writer, directly spewed out his hometown.

Aunt Qin wanted to hear what they were talking about, so she quickly took out a new guzheng and played it.

"Uncle Shi, I didn't say you, ah I said it, although you are a literati and inkman, you should have the manly spirit to show it, go to get close to others, communicate and communicate, ditch after ditch, and get through. As soon as Yu said this, Mo Erwu fell silent. The day before, I almost pulled the string again.

"You go closer, you hide your thoughts, you go closer, you make your thoughts speak, and finally, you speak your thoughts. Yao said.

"You don't feel that way, how do you know that this trip is not easy?" Mo Erwu sighed.

"It's better to grit your teeth and come back and forth openly than if you can't see the light day and night. Even if you eat the closed-door soup, you love Haoran. With these few words, it seems that Yao is more visible than Mo Erwu, who has lived for two thousand years.

And Mo Erwu also listened to this sentence as a human being, "I..."

Seeing that his uncle was still indecisive, he didn't intervene again, after all, he was just a little nephew, and it was more than enough for him to be an ancestor in terms of age, and it was really inappropriate to say too much.

Aunt Qin sighed in the room, sighing infinite sadness, and the sadness that she had long been accustomed to. She knows that her beloved has passed away, and how difficult it is to start over, she can't let go of her past feelings, and she is full of timidity about the future. I have to face it again, but I plan to be passive all the time.

Mo Erwu had a lot of thoughts, he still listened to the sound of the piano, but what he said in his heart became more and more blurred, and then the sound was like a murmur, and finally Aunt Qin couldn't hear it at all. She realized that it turned out that the painting fairy could not let herself hear the heart of the painting fairy, but the words in the heart of the early morning, sighing, blessing, and comforting. It was intentional for her to know.

It's been more than ten years, and it's been like this every morning, but Aunt Qin is still unmoved. But at this moment, her tense heart finally relaxed.

Nangong Bei sat on the six-winged snake wandering in the valley, doing nothing, and since he came back, he has been reminiscing about the feeling of being in the outside world.

In the past two days, Yao Qingsheng has nothing to do, helping Jian Xian to fry melon seeds and chestnuts. As for cultivation, I was already a little tired from this.

There was a slight vibration from the waist bag, and Yao Qingsheng opened it and took out the contents inside, it was the black crystal, and at this moment it revealed a faint white light from the inside, "What's the matter?" The black crystal began to tremble, and it was out of the palm of his hand, and Yu Qingsheng grabbed it back.

He pondered all morning and put the stone back in his bag. Went to the medicine fairy room.

"Baby, come just in time, help the old man grind some medicinal powder. The medicine fairy raised his head and said in a low voice. Seeing that he couldn't even distinguish his gods, he asked curiously, "What are you studying, uncle?"

The medicine fairy looked up at Yao Qingsheng, "You won't want to know. ”

Yao Qingsheng was playing with the medicine bottles on the table, "Isn't it? What kind of medicine is this, smell... Smelling... There is a feeling of drift. ”

The medicine fairy was startled, "Put it down! That's the Spring Dream Pill I have strengthened!"

"What is this?"

"Cure foot moss. ”

"What about that?"

"Black Blood Pill. ”

"This one smells good. ”

"A mouthful of ascension to heaven is a must-have at home. ”

"Eh, this..."

"Fox odor medicine, white skin water, stinky fart pills, Zhuyan Dan, aphrodisiacs, fox odor stabilization, heart pulse eye medicine, hair enhancement, erection dog, nose plate, blue root, rock sugar. Yao Qingsheng was about to ask the next one, and the medicine fairy introduced all the things on the table in his order, along with the grandson of the bully who padded the table legs.

"Coo-goo!goo-goo!-goo-goo!" came a rapid rooster crow outside.

The medicine fairy hurriedly put down the work in his hand, "The medicine has worked, you continue to grind, and I will go out for a while." With that, he hurried out of the house to see his chickens. Two days ago, he did several modifications to the chicken, and he had a whim to let the chicken give birth to a baby without laying eggs and let it breastfeed. It's a fanciful idea, but it's also a sinful one.

She grinded the powder and glanced at the bottles on the table.

As soon as I pushed the hen away, I saw that a chicken baby was really born, but before I could be happy, the little chicken baby lost its voice after two moves. A little disappointed, but fortunately taking the first step, he turned his head to look at the other hens.

The hens were so frightened that they cried out human words, "Help, perverted, coo, coo..."