Chapter 161: Love Life (1)

Barren mountains and ten ridges, not a single inch of grass grows. The only peak is towering and upright and obliquely inserted into the clouds, between the clouds and mist, the peak waist is full of flowers, the flowers are undefeated, all the way to the top, the Qingyan is absolutely beautiful, and the beauty is overwhelming. The trees on the summit are tall and huge, covering the sky and the sun, and verdant. The peaks are steep and steep, and there are many cliffs and rocks. At the bottom of the peak, there is no stone to climb alone, there is no road to climb, desolate and barren, a peak has many strange scenes, and people are inaccessible.

It is rumored that the peak is the essence of the sun and the moon condensed in the holy land, a Dodge people live in seclusion here all the year round to concentrate on practice, do not ask about the world, if there are people who are sincere in their hearts, read deeply, climb the peak and cross the ridge regardless of life and death and go straight to the peak forest to seek medical treatment, they will be able to respond to requests, go to diseases and eliminate harms, and live a long life of 100 years.

It is also rumored that there is actually only one beautiful fairy girl living in the forest, with ice muscles and jade skin, a fluttering white skirt, a body adorned with the admiration of Yaohuan Yoga, the sound of the pipa and the piano, beautiful eyes, clever smile, a smile, and a soul-grabbing.

There are even rumors that the forest is really a strange beast, like to eat human flesh, like to drink human blood, to live to cut people's hearts for pleasure, to eat people's hearts to nourish, cruel and terrifying.

Since ancient times, it has been said that fiction and reality are born together, and it cannot be fully believed.

At this time, the protagonist of the rumor was choked on a sip of tea by the words that popped out of the mouth of the uninvited guest who was comfortably nibbling on an apple across the table, and couldn't help but hold on to the table and hunch over and cough violently for a while, until he eased up a little, and then held on to the table and asked with difficulty, "What did you say?" Is he really coming to see me? ”

The initiator, Luo Qiaosheng, looked at the girl in white opposite with a little guilt, her face was red, her eyes were hazy, her eyes were hazy, and her heart was very entangled, I don't know if she was so excited, because she was happy or because she was happy. After a moment's thought, he automatically summed up the painful expression in front of him as a confusion caused by excessive happiness.

In his opinion, Qiyin has returned to seclusion, coarse clothes and cloth every day, working and cultivating like a commoner, isn't it just waiting for the wise and martial person in his mind to find her one day, complain to her, and spend a good night together? Although he didn't know much about what happened back then, and the reason for Qiyin's retreat was still an unsolved mystery, but at this moment, based on the careful reasoning and reasonable fiction of the plot he knew, Luo Qiao expected that his prediction must be ** and ten. Qiyin must be here to know the true heart of Ruyi Langjun, and to use this as a test for choosing a son-in-law, and to set a lifelong event. And that person and Qiyin have long been in love, nearly thousands of years Qiyin set up such problems, but that person is bent on looking for her, no matter how much failure, no matter the hardships and hardships, never give up, this kind of love is deep and meaningful, naturally through the test, a lover eventually became a family, into a good story.

Thinking about this, Luo Qiao couldn't help but secretly boast that he was really smart and his heart was like a mirror, and such a complex scene could be seen at a glance, which was really wise and heroic! And he specially came to inform her before that guy and surprised her, he is really a true gentleman and a true friend!

So he looked at the girl's eyes full of joy and anticipation in his eyes, and nodded solemnly and solemnly, "Yes." ”

"Bang", the teacup that had just been re-picked up suddenly slipped from the hostess's fingers, and ended its short life with the most magnificent and brilliant posture on the ground. The hot tea splashed on Qiyin's snow-white arm, and suddenly a large piece turned red. She didn't realize it, and her face, which had just been choked red, faded to blood in an instant, and was as pale as paper.

Luo Qiaosheng glanced at the tragic teacup with a little pain, and looked at the figure opposite who was squatting down to clean up the pieces, and his movements were slightly sluggish. But he didn't notice this detail, but took a bite of the apple, and began to babble again, "Yes, clean up the house." When he comes, it will be pleasant to watch. Believe he'll be there soon. ”

"Ayin."

Although the voice was heard clearly, it was ethereal and vague to Yu Qiyin, as if stepping through the void and passing through the layers of eternal. The familiar voice sounded in his ears, and the figure squatting on the ground trembled almost invisibly, and then froze in place.

Such a clear, beautiful but quiet and mellow voice, she thought she had forgotten it several times. Although it sounds like a dream now, as if it is a world away, I can still think of that person's appearance, eyebrows, and even expression when I hear it. Those are like dreams.

She closed her eyes, and a tear slowly fell, as if all love and hate flowed with this tear, and all the past spurted out like a tide. At this moment, she felt as if she had been drained of her strength, and she could not move at all, she crouched there, keeping the movement of picking up debris. She didn't dare to look back, and although the man's appearance lingered in her mind, she wasn't ready to see him at this time.

"I'll do it." While she was struggling, an extremely good-looking hand broke into her sight, with distinct joints, fair and elegant, slender and powerful. The white cuffs of the robe on the wrists are embroidered with a low-key, simple but noble pattern, which is the style he has always liked. She didn't have to look down to know that he must be wearing a silk spruce with a wide-sleeved white robe. She watched in a daze as this beautiful hand hurried back and forth, methodically packed up the pieces, and then reached out in front of her and helped her up.

"Ayin.".

The man's voice was slightly hoarse, as if mixed with a thousand emotions. From Qiyin's eye level, he could only see his throat rolling up and down, as if he wanted to say something, but he was speechless for a long time, and finally stretched out his hands and opened his arms to her, as if he wanted to hug her.