Chapter Thirty-Nine: Pouring Out the World (I)

Jun Xiaoran had an indescribable sense of shock in his heart, he looked at the handsome and unparalleled man in front of him, and for the first time he felt admiration in his heart, this man in front of him did have something worthy of his admiration and even he could not know in his life: he poured out the world for her, and was willing to step into the world from the high altar for her, and then be a person in the red dust.

The god looked up at Jun Xiaoran and said, "No matter what, I am very grateful to you, if it weren't for Qiao Feng, Murong Fu, Tie Shou, Ji Wufeng, Yan Nantian, and you and Miss Yingyue, if I want to see her again, I'm afraid it won't be necessary to wait another one or two hundred years, maybe I can only walk the path she has already walked forever." ”

The corners of Jun Xiaoran's mouth curled slightly, and he was not polite, and smiled: "Therefore, God, how are you going to repay us?" ”

"I am willing to give you the martial arts method that I have studied all my life, but I believe that this is not what you want, what you want most now is probably the ins and outs of the whole thing." God said with a graceful smile.

"You're really wise."

The god shrugged his shoulders and scolded Jun Xiaoran with a smile: "This is not wise, but it doesn't matter, I gladly accept your praise!" In fact, the whole thing is just a pretentious man who suddenly heard his wife who parted ways with him more than 200 years ago, so he devised a plan, the purpose of which is to meet his wife. ”

"It's a very concise word, but we want to know the detailed process."

Waiting, waiting is a tough thing in itself. There are many people who are lonely in waiting, many people are disgusted in waiting, and many people are lost in the process of waiting. Li Mochou is one of the few people who will not get lost in the wait.

Forest, endless forest.

She sat under an ancient tree outside Qingshan City, reminiscing about the past. I have recalled it before. But it was never clearer than it is now. "When I met you back then, it was doomed to the end of my life." It was the answer she got by looking back on the past, but if time came again, she believed that she would make the same choice, and it would be painful but not sweet to meet him.

The demon had granted her request, and made it clear that it was nightfall. The demon will be guided by her painstaking efforts, and then use the earthly pole Maha as a medium, and finally summon Lu Zhanyuan, so that Lu Zhanyuan's soul can meet him.

She was overjoyed to receive the affirmative promise, but she couldn't help but ask: "Lu Zhanyuan has been dead for ten years, why hasn't he been reincarnated yet?" The demon did not answer, but asked rhetorically: "Do you hope that you can't see Lu Zhanyuan?" He naturally didn't want to see Lu Zhanyuan, and he vaguely felt that he had come into contact with some secrets that were not known to anyone.

Li Mochou did not get to the bottom of it, "Enough is enough." No extraneous branches! That's what he's always done. Looking up, he glanced up at the demon sitting beside a pile of flames in front of him, standing like a Buddha, like a jade, like a pearl. Demons, if all the demons in the world are like this, then why don't the people of the world want to be Pudu by demons?

Time flies, and it's night.

In the middle of the night, the fire in front of the demon gave birth to a dazzling light in the night, illuminating the woods shrouded in darkness. The demon raised his head, looked at the infatuated woman in front of him with his delicate eyes, and said, "What is your final decision?" ”

Li Mochou's expression was solemn and solemn. She fell to her knees with her feet together. Looking at the demon as a believer, he said, "Please take action, I will not change my mind." ”

The demon nodded, and she slowly stood up and said softly, "You've made your decision, so let's get started." Immediately, Li Mochou felt that the blood in his body was boiling violently. A strong force seemed to burst out of his body.

Suddenly, Li Mochou only felt a loud rumbling sound in her ears, and she lost her last consciousness, and at the last moment she saw herself floating in the air like a feather, surrounded by a thick black fog.

Bang bang bang!

After Li Mochou fell into a coma. The ground around me began to crack, as if something was about to break through the ground! Suddenly, the rubble and earth were flying, and at the same time, the black mist gathered around Li Mochou became thicker and thicker, holding Li Mochou's body in mid-air.

Bai Suzhen stood beside the fire, her eyes were cold, and her body was flowing with an extremely terrifying momentum, and the birds and beasts within a radius of dozens of miles were all prostrate on the ground under this powerful momentum, unable to move.

I don't know how long this scene lasted, suddenly Bai Suzhen's hands began to seal, and the black earth pole Maha True Qi began to gather rapidly, and at the same time, a hole appeared in Li Mochou's chest, and red blood flowed into the black mist that not only gathered.

With the painstaking as the guide, and the earthly Maha True Qi as the medium, summon the underworld yin spirit.

The god who was telling his past in the form of a storyteller seemed to feel something, looked up at the sky that had darkened, and said softly: "It's already started." The god stood up and smiled at Jun Xiaoran, Ying Yue, and Shen Luoyan: "Originally, I wanted to show you the martial arts I have comprehended over the years, but now this plan has only been delayed. ”

Ying Yue stood up, looked at this god who had a completely different impression from when they met just now, and said, "Can you take us there?" ”

God had no distance, and he said to the three people: "You take each other's hands, and then pull my clothes tightly, and the speed is a little fast, I am afraid you will not be able to bear it!" ”

Jun Xiaoran felt that the wind was blowing like a knife in his ears, but he did not forget to hold Shen Luoyan tightly in his arms to alleviate Shen Luoyan's coldness. Suddenly, the voice of God sounded in Jun Xiaoran's ears: "No one can live forever in this heaven and earth, not even me and demons, this sentence is probably the answer you want to know the most." ”

Jun Xiaoran wanted to ask, but the wind in his ears was biting, and he didn't have the strength of a god, so he couldn't transmit the sound here, he could only listen to the god's narration.

"You have heard the legend about me from Li Mochou's mouth, yes, I have indeed lived for more than three hundred years, and I have obtained immortality in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is just immortality, this face that once belonged to me no longer belongs to me under the passage of time, I am a god, hehe, but I am not an omnipotent god."

"Two hundred years is too long for me. I don't want to wait any longer, what kingdom of God, what throne of God, how can it be compared to a day with her?? It all started with a misunderstanding, and I can't let it continue now. A bittersweet smile sounded in his ears, and the man was already standing in a grove.

In a thatched hut in Bibo Pond. God tells a story, a story called a flower. According to God's Word, this story is a story of God's personal experience in the two hundred years after the demon left him, and he finally told this story into a book, which has become the most widely sung story in teahouses and restaurants today except for "The Legend of the White Snake", "Loyal to the Country" and "The First Snow".

"There is a storyteller in every story, and in the story of flowers, I am that storyteller." God told the story in an elegant and gentle tone, and had to admit that God was very knowledgeable. Funny and humorous, in just a few words, Jun Xiaoran, Shen Luoyan, and Li Mochou are all immersed in this story.

Eighteen years ago, I traveled far and wide to this small village. As the sun sets, the village's ferry port is dyed golden, the river is sparkling, and the boatman stands on the boat. A woman dressed in coarse white cloth stood on the causeway. A man in a green shirt stands on the bow of the boat. The two of them seem to be parting with each other, and I don't overdo it. Turn around and walk towards the village. This small village is like Tao Qian's paradise, and I gradually moved to stop, so I stayed here and became the only storyteller employed by a tea stall in this small village. Talking about ancient and modern, the Tao is endless, and I have a lot of stories in my stomach. So it's also very good to eat in the village. After a long time, the old people also pulled me to tell some stories, and the most talked about was still like flowers.

Like a flower, like a flower. People are like their names, like jade and flowers. In the past, I thought that such a beautiful woman should be a beautiful woman who can only be raised in a big city like Beijing. Thirty-six years ago, the Zhao family at the head of the village gave birth to a daughter, who was already a beautiful doll carved in pink and jade before her eyebrows were opened at a young age. The old man of the Zhao family was also very happy, and at the age of one he became engaged to the richest Li family in the village.

The young master of the Li family is a prodigy, so the requirements set by the master of the Li family are also high, and he needs to be admitted to the top glory lintel. Ruhua began to hold the lamp for the young master of the Li family after she was eight years old, so in the middle of the night, you can always see a room with the lights on, and the low sound of reading faintly comes. Like a flower grinding, the young master of the Li family recites the Four Books and Five Classics, sometimes looking at each other, and the friendship between the two little people does not need to say much.

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed, Ruhua has grown to eighteen years old, which is the age when it is time to marry, and the children of that year have also grown into beautiful women in the city. The young master of the Li family has a weak crown, handsome eyebrows, and a belly full of poetry and books. The two are childhood sweethearts, and their feelings are lingering. On Ruhua's eighteenth birthday, the young master of the Li family finally had the confidence to go to Beijing to take the exam. Ruhua sent it to the ferry, and the two held hands. The young master of the Li family swears, like a flower, I will live up to you, wait for me, wait for me to be named on the gold list, and marry you as a wife. If you are shy, don't say that waiting for your gold list title, it is a lifetime, and I can wait.

The boatman was hard-hearted, and the boat was brisk, and gradually disappeared. The lonely sail is leisurely, and it is not only the young master of the Li family who takes away, but also the thousands of thoughts. Thousands of willow branches are entwined, and the river is still flowing.

Later, when I arrived in this village, I remembered all the stories in my heart.

Every day, after helping out at the tea stall, Ruhua always has to go to the ferry. The willows on the causeway are infinitely gentle. If the flower leans against the tree, looking at the river and the clouds, looking at the eyes. The wind moves through the willows, blowing the hair like a flower, and blowing away the thoughts like a flower. In the dead of night, I always saw the house at the head of the village brightly lit, and I didn't have to think about it to know that it was Ruhua who missed the young master of the Li family. I sighed, the title of the gold list, will you return home?

Like a flower, she is still persistent. Every day, there are people who come from the ferry to rest to buy wine and drink, and when they see Ruhua, they can't help but ask who this girl is, and who is Ruhua and Jade who is not married? Soon, after two years, if Ruhua doesn't marry again, she won't be able to marry. The old man of the Zhao family was in a hurry, the matchmaker stepped through the door, Ruhua just didn't marry, and once he was forced to be in a hurry, and he actually hit the pillar. Master Zhao was scared, and when he saw that she had nothing else but withering, he went with her. Time flies, and the spring breeze rises. Summer pond lotus blossoms. Autumn leaves wither. Winter snow falls.

I have been in the village for as many years, as I have been waiting for flowers. Guarding the small ferry every day, waiting for the beloved. In fact, the news came back from Beijing early, the young master of the Li family was named on the gold list, and he was the leader, favored by the saints, married the princess, and the mansion Mingyue Building. It's just that I don't believe it. Whoever says it, he smiles gently, he wants me to wait for him, it is my life, and I have to wait. When people saw her insistence, they slowly stopped talking. Nearly eighteen years. Wait for the day by day.

A few days ago, it was Ruhua's 36th birthday. The peerless beauty of the past has also faded in the twilight, but the firmness in her eyes is still there. On that day, Ruhua asked someone to help her and went to the ferry for the last time. Eighteen years, such as spending days and days of hard work, waiting night and night, the body has already begun to weaken, and these days are even more serious to the point that I can't walk. But she still asks someone to help her beloved to the ferry every day.

On that day, like a flower leaning against a tree, its breath was weak. The person next to her heard her whisper: I'm sorry, I can't wait another eighteen years. Slowly, I closed my eyes. Later, according to the wish of Ruhua, she was buried next to the willow tree on the causeway. She said she couldn't wait to see him back. Come home rich or famous.

I got the consent of the Zhao family and wrote the story of Ruhua into a book. Every day at the tea stall, someone always wets their sleeves. On this day, I continued to wake up and shoot, like a flower, the story of the flower, starting from the beginning. A man in brocade in the crowd lowered his eyes and wet his sleeves with tears. I knew it. Quietly, I continued to talk about my book. In my story, flowers are still waiting.

When I got to the stall, I was packing up my things when someone grabbed my sleeve. I looked up. It's the man in brocade. I laid down my tea and listened to him speak leisurely. It has the same beginning and development as the story of the flower, but the man in the story is different. The young master went to Beijing to catch the exam, and an article was famous in the capital, and the name of the champion was hand-picked by the holy royal pen. The young master was overjoyed, he finally had the qualifications to marry his sweetheart. But the talent of the champion has always been exclusively owned by the royal family, not to mention that this time the champion is handsome and romantic, and he is the best candidate for the horse. The young master is also arrogant, and there are beautiful women waiting for him at home, how can he be willing to succumb?

The royal face should not be trampled on. The young master's resistance to the decree made the emperor Longyan furious, and ordered the construction of Mingyue Tower, saying that if you can't figure it out, you will live in it for the rest of your life. The young master was helpless and was moved into Mingyue Tower. The emperor announced to the public that the young master had become a concubine and stayed in Mingyue Tower, saying that he wanted to save face, and there was no shortage of sweethearts who wanted the young master to wait at home to give up that thought. But even if his son of heaven is majestic, he can't strengthen the minds of others. The young master would rather die than obey, and he came and went, and actually lived in the building for eighteen years. Eighteen years, the princess has aged one after another, and no princess is willing to wait like a flower. The saint had no choice but to release the young master. When the young master hurried back to his hometown without stopping, the beauty could no longer be found.

I silently collected the tea and took the young master of the Li family to Changti. I pointed to the grave like a flower, and the young master of the Li family froze. As the sun set, I vaguely saw the woman in coarse cloth and white again, walking across the willows on the embankment with great anticipation, looking at her sorrow.

The vast world, the clouds are half a life, and I can't guess it. The story you think, the beginning you see, the process you go through, may not bring the ending you think.

I finally had this complete story, quit the villagers, and continued on the road.

I'm going to go to the next story.

Speaking of this, God smiled and said, "Originally, I wanted to help Ruhua or kill that young master of the Li family or make that young master of the Li family change his mind!" But after thinking about it carefully, I find that although I have extraordinary strength, no matter how powerful I am, my heart has changed, so what is the use of changing my mind again? When I wrote this story that I had personally experienced in 20 years of cold and summer, I suddenly realized that I might want to meet her again so as not to regret it for the rest of my life, so I had this plan today. After a story, God indirectly revealed the origin of today's plan.

When God said this, there was silence.

Resentment, no resentment, only shock. Or shock the flower in the story, or shock the owner who wrote the story of the flower: God!

Although they have only seen each other for a few hours, Jun Xiaoran can see that God is a very proud person and a very persistent person, but when facing her, he let go of his arrogance, his attachment, and the world in his heart.

I don't want the kingdom of God, I don't want the throne of God, I just want you, Bai Suzhen!

The yin qi in the woods was thick, and the black true qi floating on Li Mochou's side gradually turned into a young and handsome scholar with the blood pooling, he held Li Mochou with both hands, and there was both friendship and guilt in his eyes.

You don't have to think about it to know that this person should be someone Li Mochou can't forget all the time: Lu Zhanyuan. (To be continued......)