The small bridge and flowing water, the crooked arch bridge, the neat retro blue brick street, and the green willow shade on both sides set off the color of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River.

The picture of the blue brick arch bridge carved with delicate patterns is distorted, like a pool of water dropping pebbles, and the water ripples ripple.

The void distorted to end, and three old men in strange costumes appeared on the street, unified in little black hats, one wearing a Mao suit, with a straight waist energetically, looking up at the depths of the willows, where two majestic stone lions were placed.

Lifelike carving, blazing eyes, eyes looking at the arch bridge.

If there is someone next to the stone lion, he will definitely be so frightened that he can't speak, the stone lion carved in stone actually opens his eyes and lives!

"Ghost, you are a blind person, and you really have a set of lotus root clothes with suit pants." The old man in the tunic tugged at the ghost's wide suit pants, pulled the lotus root coat, and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

The old man, who was called a ghost, glanced at him with slanted eyes, and said with disdain: "Sumire, sometimes I really doubt your age, can't you change this tunic to wear?" ”

"Changing sets? What about talking? Don't want money or do you have a mine at home? Sumire blew her beard and stared at the ghost, her old face scowling.

"You old puppet, spend some money to buy clothes, it's like cutting your flesh, why don't I go and report to the sect leader and reward you with a set of clothes?" The ghost Nunu mouthed, glanced at Sumire with disdain, and swept the face of the iron rooster with disgust.

Sumire waved her sleeves, raised her chin in awe-inspiring righteousness, and said with contempt: "Am I that kind of person? ”

"Yes......"

This time, even the old man who didn't talk much opened his mouth to say the answer in his heart.

"Look, even Hollyhock admits that you old horseman still want to be brave with your tongue?" The ghost who fell into the well spread his hands and let out a sigh.

Hollyhock, dressed as a minority of famous people, colorful satin falls vertically, the breeze blows, swaying and fluttering.

Like an old naughty boy, he fought all the way until the two stone lions stopped.

The plaque reads Seifukaku!

If Liu Qingyang was here, he would definitely be so excited that he would shout out loudly, and the Qingfeng Pavilion, which he had not found after all the hardships and hardships, would actually be in Jincheng City.

The gate made of jujube red solid nanmu is open, the classical beauty of the breeze is elegant, the courtyard is antique and fragrant, and the peach blossoms, pear blossoms, lotus flowers, and Lameiqi bloom.

A small stream flows in the courtyard, and there are stone tables and stone benches in the stone pavilion, leaving three cups and a pot of tea on the table, as if specially prepared for several people.

Good days and beautiful women, envy the world.

"Old guy, old friends are visiting thousands of miles away, and they don't plan to show their faces?" The ghost roared at the top of his throat.

Take care of yourself and pour good fragrant tea, taste it, and don't worry about the poison in the tea.

In the room in the courtyard, there is a plaque of Juyi Hall, and when the door is opened, a figure walks out.

"Ghost grass, colorful pansies, hollyhocks, my Qingfeng Pavilion temple is small, and it can't accommodate three big Buddhas."

Qing Shui, dressed in a white robe, cranked a book fan, and humbly bent down and arched his hand.

"Qing Shui, don't let go of the stinky fart, don't put the stinking scholar's shelf, can't I find you to catch up with the past?" The ghost pulled the elder's face and said with a playful smile.

Sumire followed and said, "It's a good friend, is it possible that I have to find you because of something?" ”

The corners of Qing Shui's mouth hooked up a meaningful smile, and his shrewd eyes had already seen through it, it was really an old friend catching up, how could there be no wine.

The famous ghost grass in the northern region is deeply rooted in the family, and even the five people don't want to directly clash with each other.

Strange temper, wandering the mountains and forests of the colorful pansy, moody in things, saving people all depends on mood, the northern region of the demon clan, Taoism will give three points of thin face characters.

The most mysterious hollyhock, I have never seen a shot, but the prestige can be famous all over the world, just because ...... The people who have seen the hollyhock's shot are all scattered, and they will not even be left with scum.

The three giants in the northern region gather in the southern region, and if they want to visit old friends and reminisce about the old days, they can't even fool the little demons when they say it.

Such a far-fetched reason, I don't know how the ghost could say it, even Qing Shui felt embarrassed.

"If you really reminisce about the past, Qing Shui must prepare wine and food to entertain the three old friends, but if it is for the turmoil in the south, please also ask the three old friends to go home." Qing Shui said ruthlessly.

The indecisive ghost wanted to say something, impressing Qing Shui, but was interrupted by hollyhock, shaking his head slightly.

If you continue to say this, you have to be hurt and angry, and when it comes to this, how can the keen hollyhock not know that Qing Shui is waiting for someone.

The so-called Qingfeng Pavilion is only waiting for people who are destined, and the way of heaven is like this, so it is useless to say more.

"Disturb Brother Shimizu, I hope you will forgive me."

The hollyhock, who said little, put his left hand behind his back, touched his heart with his right hand, bent down slightly, and said sincerely.

"Brother Hollyhock, the hexagram is like the heavenly dog eating the moon, it is really a great omen, the bright moon is scarlet, the Tiangang star falls, I hope everything will think twice." Qing Shui's hot eyes stared at him, his hands clenched, and he said weakly: "Don't follow in my footsteps." ”

The dry hollyhock, with its shining eyes, taps its chin at Qing Shui.

The ghost grass and hollyhock left without a word, and the ghost with words stuck in his throat looked back at Qing Shui step by step.

Sumire, who finally got up, took out a waxy gourd and put it on the stone table with a painful face, showing a wry smile, catching up with the ghost and hollyhock.

Qing Shui, who shook his head and sighed, picked up the gourd, his eyes full of memories.

Everyone has a time when they are young and vigorous, and if they do something wrong, they have to pay the corresponding price.

The turbid wine in the cup is drunk, and the sake outside the mirror is followed. Alone in the empty courtyard no one asked, just to wait for someone who was destined.

At this time, the heart disturbed by Qing Shui, as described in the poem, is only for the sake of waiting for someone who is destined......

What happened in Qingfeng Pavilion is not known yet, and the three giants of the northern region have not yet noticed that they have descended on Jincheng City.

Far away in the sky, the Qingfeng Pavilion in front of him is in Jincheng City, which Liu Qingyang couldn't even think of when he was killed.

Liu Qingyang, who came to the door, confidently informed Lin Xiu of the news of He Changxin's arrival in Jincheng City, with the deterrence of the young head of Maoshan Mountain, the evil devil had to weigh it first to do things.

"Old man, you came at the right time, remember the things in Jinyue Town, all the people in the town are missing, even the villagers not far from the township are missing, and there is news of zombies, come with me to subdue demons and eliminate demons, how about it?" Holding high the banner of morality, Lin Xiu didn't believe that the old way of Maoshan would not take the bait, a group of old people who wanted to save face and suffer crimes, had enough experience, rich combat experience, and could save a lot of worry.

Liu Qingyang's face was stunned, he glared at his innocent eyes, and wondered, "What are you talking about!" The people of Jinyue Town are missing, and there is news of zombies! ”

Is this going to go and come back alive? If it's a demon or a monster, it's incumbent on you to kill demons, and it's embarrassing to be a zombie.

If you cut him ten times, maybe he will be unscathed, and if he punches you, you will vomit blood, and if you can't bear it, you will have to burp, and the risk is twice as high as the last missionary.

Hearing that it was a zombie, the expression of recognition made Lin Xiu very disappointed in his heart.

Lotus root clothes are a kind of clothing at the end of the Republic of China, and some people are still wearing them today. Yi Si's poem was written by the author himself, expressing the truest thoughts in Qing Shui's heart, what kind of existence Qing Shui's life experience is, and look at the almighty path! Ahahahaha

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