With a limp leg, Xuan Jue is still running leisurely.

The scenery on both sides flew by, and Xuan Jue didn't look at the road, but lowered his horse's face to gnaw on the big meat hanging around his neck, and drank the wine in the wine jar attached to his face.

It is a horse-like goblin spirit, and it is its instinct to run.

Traveling thousands of miles in a day and 800 at night, as long as you eat enough, you will never get tired.

The two sides of the black donkey's body were covered with white clouds, gathering into a ball, wrapping the body of the carriage and the wheels. Whether it's a wide avenue, a tree-lined path, or a rugged mountain road, there are no bumps in the road.

Xue Pan was sleeping soundly in the car, playing with Han, no matter why Baoyu brought him. Baoyu took a blanket and covered Xue Pan, nominally his younger brother, but with his temperament, he only felt that Xue Pan was a big child.

[Jia Shi Wang Xue, the four mansions are in the same breath, is this kind of trust? This Xue Pan is not afraid that I will sell him. 】

Baoyu smiled and lifted the curtain of the triple brocade silk.

Wang Shanbao, Li Gui, and Ming Yan sat on the hurdle outside. Mingyan is small and sleepy, and he has already slept against the car body, covered with Li Gui's coat.

Don't look at the two of them always arguing, this little Mingyan is really Li Gui who grew up watching, and he loves it the most.

Li Gui was dozing off, and it was Wang Shanbao's turn to be on duty. Seeing Baoyu open the curtains, Wang Shanbao Mumu's face turned around, and said with a smile: "Master, why don't you go to rest? ”

"Can't sleep. ”

Baoyu replied, looking at the beautiful scenery of the mountainous area.

It was early in the morning, and the gauzy mist gradually dissipated, revealing the vast mountains in the cold winter. Baoyu reached out and 'grabbed' a handful of mist in the wind, and suddenly remembered a poor ghost elf.

Baixia Fairy: The morning fog in the mountains becomes a demon, life and death at night, pure nature, like to guide travelers who are lost in the mountains. It is said that those who do not want to die naturally will become monsters and survive by devouring the blood of travelers.

Dying at night is even more pitiful than the red-sleeved lady.

Baoyu sighed and asked, "Shanbao, you said that we are in this mountainous area, will we meet the Baixia Fairy who is unwilling to die?"

"Master, don't worry. If you want to say that the Baixia Fairy who has become a monster, it is really powerful, and she can beat the Jinshi. But how can an ordinary morning mist give birth to such a beautiful thing? If you want to say that there are many Baixia fairies, it is still in Qinglu Mountain. ”

"Qinglu Mountain Academy?"

"That's right, it's the Qinglu Mountain where the Qinglu Mountain Academy is located. It is said that the reason why it is located there is to protect the Baixia Fairy. As you know, the Baixia Fairy can collect mist to make ink, and the sin ink produced is the best in ink, and it can be called the top spirit grease ink. ”

Baoyu nodded. He knew about it.

It is said that in Baixia Fairy, who is pure by nature, if she kills one person when she is born, splashes her whole body with blood, and coerces ten people's lives, she can make Baixia Fairy collect mist and make ink.

The ink made in this way is already a very good spirit grease ink, but it cannot be called the best. If you want the best kind, you have to kill those ten people before the sun sets and the Baixia Fairy dies, causing the resentment of the Baixia Fairy to rise.

The extremes of things must be reversed, and a drop of excellent ink will be achieved.

Because the Baixia fairy appears most frequently on Qinglu Mountain, it seems that the mist of pine smoke is of the highest quality, so it is called Lushan pine smoke ink.

But few people call it that, and they all call it -

Sin is missing!

The lives of eleven people make a drop of Lushan pine smoke, and a thousand drops of ink can condense the ink strip, containing the lives of 11,000 people.

Baoyu thought of this, and then looked at the fog that gradually dissipated, as if he saw the boundless bloody qi.

This Confucian Great Zhou may not be as beautiful as he imagined......

patted his cheek and said with a smile: "It's better to cheer up, it's not the middle capital city in the end, it's not so stable." ”

Wang Shanbao just wanted to nod, when suddenly a voice rippled around.

It's a woman's voice, but it's slightly hoarse, and it's particularly magnetic in the hoarseness, which makes people listen to it and can't help but feel that this is a maverick woman.

"You can be safe, as long as the slave family doesn't kill you, no one here can kill you. ”

The sky was covered with a purple veil, sprinkled with water, covering the roof of the carriage.

Wang Shanbao punched it, and the fiery red demonic aura was like a miserable fox, with teeth and claws, about to tear the people on the roof of the carriage to pieces.

Suddenly.

Purple light rises.

I saw that Wang Shanbao was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the whole person had been ripped off the carriage and landed a few hundred meters behind the carriage.

Xuan Jue stopped and glanced up, two rows of big teeth chattering.

"Mu Stunned Wang Shanbao, don't catch up yet, otherwise, your master will leave first. ”

Needless to say, Wang Shanbao has already caught up. didn't dare to make any more moves on the people on the roof of the car, but jumped into the carriage, together with Li Gui, Mingyan and the attackers waiting in the car, to protect Baoyu Tuantuan.

Xue Pan is just a person who doesn't have much thought, he is still sleeping like this.

Baoyu looked at Xuan Jue's indifferent expression, asked Wang Shanbao to relax a little, jumped out of the carriage, and looked at the people on the roof of the car.

I saw a woman, who looked thirteen or fourteen years old, and when she looked closely, she looked like an eighty or ninety-year-old woman.

He couldn't tell the woman's age or specific appearance, but he always felt in his heart that this was a very beautiful woman.

The woman was dressed in a purple gauze robe, sprinkled with five or six zhang square, like a noble red sandalwood.

And the woman is the most beautiful and noble stamen in this purple sandalwood.

Baoyu bowed and asked with a smile, "Dare to ask the seniors?"

"Don't leave the bridge, the purple yarn flies into the sky, call me the purple yarn. ”

Zisha didn't hide it at all, and told it along with her name and origin.

Baoyu chuckled in her heart—

He finally said goodbye to Jia Yucun's conversation and actions, but he saw it in Zisha's eyes?

At that time, he completely exposed his true nature.

Although, so is Jia Yu Village.

[Farewell to the bridge, purple yarn flies...... Others can't bump into a ghost and elf in their lives, but what about me, this is just two steps away......

Be careful, don't let these weird guys get their hands on it again. 】

smiling, making the expression more pure and the eyes more kind.

Zisha looked at Baoyu with bright big eyes, looked at it for a while, sneered, and said, "Don't pretend to be an elephant, I won't believe it if you pretend again." ”

Well, Baoyu made her expression natural. Obviously, Zisha really saw the scene of parting from the bridge.

The purple gauze slipped down from the roof of the car, and as soon as she reached the ground, the purple gauze skirt that had been raised five or six zhang square turned into an ordinary long skirt, allowing her to stand on the ground.

"Don't worry, I don't kill, I'm just a little interested in you. ”

Baoyu listened carefully, it was not a good thing to be interested in this kind of thing.

Zisha instantly went from the carriage to the back of Xuanjue's black donkey, knocked on Xuanjue's head and said: "I was at the head of the farewell bridge, and I saw the world farewell, but I saw the grief of ordinary people and ordinary people, and I didn't see the true feelings of literati and. But if you want to say fake, I really haven't met you and that Jia Yucun are so fake, the hypocrite is to the extreme, which makes people angry. ”

"Makes you smile. ”

"It's not just a joke, it's just a matter of wanting to kill. ”

Zisha narrowed her eyes, and the cold light like purple fire continued to flicker, so frightened that Wang Shanbao hurriedly blocked the front. Xuan Jue couldn't bear it anymore, and skimmed the two rows of big teeth that were white and wanted to bite.

"Go, if you grow up, I'm still afraid of you, and now I'm a young wild donkey, what kind of fight with me?"

Zisha slapped Xuan's head three hundred and sixty degrees, and turned back weirdly, and then said to Baoyu: "Hypocrite, I heard that your poetry is excellent, and I want to ask for a couplet to hang on the bridge of parting." ”

Baoyu nodded obediently, how can people not bow their heads when they are under the eaves?

Obviously, the purple yarn is not here to ask for couplets, but to ask for them.

If you don't give it, you will be beaten.

Zisha gritted her teeth and said: "I have been fighting in the wind and rain at the farewell bridge for three thousand years, and I am used to seeing parting tears, but I am not used to the fake lyrics and music of you literati. What kind of thing, self-proclaimed superiority, but let a few off the bridge become a bridge, I don't like it!"

"And you want to?"

A couplet, along with a horizontal batch. Just write literati bastards, garbage, shameless, I have to let those shameless people stop occupying the bridge!"

"Okay, what about the pencil fee?"

Zisha widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Pen polishing fee......?"

Suddenly laughed, "Okay, I'll give you the pen fee if you want to polish it, and see what price you write is worth." I've beaten Xiucai, I've beaten people, and I've beaten Jinshi, but no one dares to write it for me. I thought you were a hypocrite, maybe you would write it to me if you were scared, but I didn't expect it.....

Very good, I'll give it!"

"To help or not to help kill?"

"No, I'll only beat people. ”

"Okay, beat Jia Yucun, Qian Mouxue, um......" Baoyu thought about it again and again, and still put down the thought of 'beating Jia Zheng'.

Forget it, spare him for now.

Zisha turned her head and thought about it, Jia Yucun, Qian Mouxue...... asked, "Is Qian Mouxue a big disciple of Chen Changgong?"

Baoyu nodded.

"I've beaten me many times. I hadn't beaten Chen Changgong before, and his disciple, I beat him for more than a dozen rounds. ”

Baoyu swallowed his saliva, this purple yarn is really powerful, and he said a little unwillingly: "That Jia Yu Village?"

"I beat him half to death the other day, and he didn't dare write it to me. ”

Well, Baoyu is a contented person, smiling and smiling from the soft topaz square inkstone of the broken flowers and bamboo paper, splashing ink and writing two lines of big characters.

Every time you slaughter more dogs, most of them are readers.

He didn't deliberately change the handwriting, it was his handwriting. In the territory of the Great Zhou, it is the only one.

Tian said shamelessly: "This couplet should be fine." Put the dog slaughterers and scholars together, those literati and ink writers, have no face to occupy the parting bridge again. In my own handwriting, if anyone dares to occupy the parting bridge, it will make me look down on it. ”

"No, no, you're just a student, who cares about being looked down upon by you. Besides, if this couplet goes out, if your literary name is bad, it will be even less worthy of being cared about by others. ”

Baoyu rolled her eyes and said, "You also know that my literary name is going to be bad?"

"It's a big deal to give you a price increase. ”

"Yes, gentleman. I'll write it for you, and you can look at it for the pen fee. ”