"Sprinkle my leaves, and don't marry me!" Touched my thatch stalk again, and I'm not going to be responsible for it quickly! Hey, stinky monk, you want to drown me if you spill too much water! He looked at her and sighed, she was really too small. As young as this life, he can't wait for her to have long hair and waist."

【White Ballad】

A jade plaque floated in the air: Cangwu City Jiangyue.

I sighed and turned to disappear into the three-life road.

In April, patches of white thatch flowers swayed in the wind, and the ground seemed to be stained with clean frost. White thatch, lightly brushing clothes.

I stepped on the thatched grass of Cangwu City, and the moon-white robe dragged to the ground. I rubbed my temples and waited for the beautiful woman to get her promise.

The afterglow is slender and casts on the ground.

I pursed my lips, my hair was a little itchy.

After looking at the sun, I pinched my fingers and counted, and the guests were almost there.

Then he turned around, and the man came.

Jiang Yue knelt on the ground in despair, dressed in red, which became a touch of vermilion in this paleness.

Long.

"You shouldn't have come," I said without a wave.

In the white vast world, Jiang Yue suddenly turned a deaf ear, and just repeated mechanically: "Save him, save him, please,"

Unexpectedly, in this life, she still found it.

Jiang Yue? Or call her a white ballad? The white grass spirit who has practiced for thousands of years finally turned into a human form. But she fell in love with a mortal, a mortal who passed by her every evening.

Hundreds of years ago, Bai Yu exchanged his life for me, just to get the opportunity to accompany that person to reincarnate.

I never thought that this change would be the eighth life, and now it is the last life.

"Give up on him and go back," I finally pointed out a clear path for her, "stay in Cangwu, or leave here, and you will have no worries for the rest of your life,"

"But...... Without him," Jiang Yue choked.

I glanced at her and turned my face away: "Without him, this life - stable and rich,"

Jiang Yue shook her head, tears flowed, and said stupidly, "You can come back to life, right?" ”

The world is quiet, and the ears are full of insects.

I was a little irritable: "There is no resurrection in this world, only life for life,"

"That's good, that's good, please exchange me for him," Jiang Yue happily wiped her tears and stroked the bluish face beside her.

I looked at her obsessive face and couldn't help but feel sorry.

"Bai Yu, think of it," I gently popped out a grain of white light and sank into Jiang Yue's eyebrows.

For a long time, the white rumor lay on the young man's chest and cried bitterly: "Lu Lang~"

"Bai Yu, take this soul, and the ownerless soul I put together for you will be dispersed. In this way, you will enter the cycle of reincarnation for hundreds of thousands of lifetimes, so that you can nourish your soul,"

I paused, and my tone was calm, "In the past hundred years, thousands of years, and tens of thousands of years, you have blurred your senses and made it difficult for you to be human. It's a fluke to be a human fetus, and it's stupid and sluggish, and you can't feel anything about the outside world, can you understand? ”

Bai Yu smiled, lowered his head, and bowed to me: "Please Gongzi is complete,"

I glanced at her and sighed, "You have nothing to do with him,"

"Childe, you must have never loved anyone, right?" said Bai Yu, with a smile on his face.

"I don't believe in heaven or fate. I only believe that things are man-made, and I chased him for the ninth life, and he finally saw me, didn't he? ”

"Childe, let's do it," Bai Yu closed his eyes and raised his plain face, and a white grass touched his hair at some point.

"That's what you want," I replied to her with a breath of cloudiness in my chest.

Knowing Bai Yu is not a pleasant memory.

"Lu Feng ~ Lu Feng ~ " She kept reciting this name even in the most painful dreams.

Luckily, fortunately. Lost, life.

I have heard a lot about this truth, but few people understand it.

The first time I saw Bai Yu, she was cooking at the entrance of the vegetable market. To be exact, she was being roasted by fire.

She was very young, seven or eight years old. His face was pale, his hair was a little messy, and his body was tightly tied to a pillar. Under the stage is a firewood pile that is taller than an adult, and there are three layers of dry firewood inside and out.

Lu Gongzi, who was in the wind in Yushu, picked up a torch and lit the pyre.

At that moment, her pupils dimmed, and she closed her eyes in resignation, but there were tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

I saved her, but she took revenge. Before leaving, he stole my medicine.

Two years later, she came to me, covered in blood, without eating or drinking.

She fell to her knees and begged me.

"What do you use to impress me?" I looked at her fixedly, and the chill in my eyes was removed.

"My life," Bai Yu looked up, a haggard face that had lost its color.

I smiled: "It's a pity, I don't want it anymore,"

She shook her head: "You're going to want it, thousand-year-old thatch roots—the best healing medicine,"

The white rumor was too ruthless, she took the demon pill and held it in her hand.

No one has dared to threaten me like that yet.

She was right, and I was much more desperate than she was.

She won the contract and told a story.

That day, Bai Yu sat on the ground and looked ahead with a confused look: "Although I am a thatched spirit, I always think that if I am a person, how good it would be, or if I never got that drop of immortal medicine......"

"This dream is so long, why can't I always wake up?"

Bai Yu shed two lines of tears, and his voice was a little slurred.

What a goblin who can't figure it out.

Bai Yu was born behind the bustling Putong Temple, not too far from a mountain stream.

It stands to reason that this kind of grass and trees that grow in overcrowded places is extremely difficult to enlighten.

I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate. A drunken fairy, hit here and pass by. Unfortunately, a drop of wine was spilled and fell on a thatch.

According to Bai Yu's words: "I only felt a burst of warmth on my head at that time, and the water was a little fragrant, a little sweet and a little warm, and I wanted to open my eyes and look at ......."

Poof, Bai Yu smiled: "That was the first time I drank alcohol, and I got drunk after only one drop."

Bai Yu compared a water droplet, and at the end, he felt that the water drop was a little exaggerated, and shrunk a little.

With the help of this drop of immortal wine, Bai Yu cultivated diligently and diligently, but he also made some progress.

The days always pass like a white horse, and the white ballad ushered in a destined encounter.

At a young age of ignorance, the white grass spirit of the mountain behind Putong Temple met Lu Feng, the young master of the Lu family who practiced in Putong Temple.

At that time, the white rumor was still an unspeakable wild thatch, and Lu Feng was still a little monk who spoke leaky.

Bai Yu was born and grown, without a father or a mother. From the moment you open your mind, you can do whatever you want and develop freely.

Because she is a goblin in the entire Putong Mountain. Over time, he developed a clumsy tongue and a coarse nervous character.

He rode a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.

If the protagonist is a monk and a weed, it will not be able to give birth to a little lingering.

Coincidentally, this monk passed by her every evening with a bucket, and every time he swayed, he inadvertently poured her heart cold.

Whenever the white rumor shakes the thatch leaves, bathing in the last bit of sunset. is always drowned by the cold water that falls from the sky, and he can't stand up to the stalks.

The white rumor couldn't be spoken, and endured him for three years.

"Hey, you're wetting my leaves!"

This is the first sentence that Bai Yu spat out.

After holding it for three years, he finally vomited it quickly, and Bai Yu was so happy that his leaves trembled.

"Who? Who's talking? ”

This is the first dialogue between Bai Yu and Lu Feng.

At that time, Lu Feng, who was still a monk of Yiming, put down the burden of carrying water. His eyes widened, and he looked around vigilantly and apprehensively.

Bai Yu laughed even more: "Stupid, I'm at your feet,"

The law of cause and effect tells people not to laugh at others casually, they will be punished.

Unfortunately, the white rumor got the retribution of the world.

The little monk was frightened and retreated again and again in a panic.

"Oops, bastard, you stepped on me!" Bai Yu trembled in pain.

Monk Yiming lowered his head and followed the sound to find it. The eye fell on a white thatch, and the tender green leaves had a brand new shoe print.

"Are you talking? How can you speak? Yiming looked at her very curiously.