"Dad misses you. Master Ye smiled and said, "Come here, let Dad take a good look." ”

Ye Junsheng walked over happily, and the hand behind his back was clenched into a fist: "Little girl, you want to play me." Hmph. ”

That old man Ye suddenly swept away the remnants of the clouds with a violent wind, and a hook punch slammed on Ye Junsheng's head, and then showed a girlish and shy expression on the face of the seventy-six-year-old man with gray hair, and a silver bell-like laugh came out of his mouth without many teeth: "Stupid Brother Ye, that is a flaw that I deliberately exposed, luring the enemy deep - tell you to go without me." ”

Ye Junsheng shuddered and touched the fur on his hands: "Little Ling'er, I was not killed by the demon corpse, but was disgusted to death by you." ”

Master Ye crossed his hands on his hips, and it was still a girl's crisp and delicate voice: "I dare to mention the demon corpse, I don't know how dangerous it is, and the magic sword that I made was broken and replaced." The speaker, all faced, and they didn't take me with Xiao Lizi. ”

"My dog's eyes. Ye Junsheng covered his eyes, and then knelt down and begged with the two stunts of the dragon entering the sea and the tiger lying on the ground: "Little Ling'er, change back, please me, hurt your eyes." ”

"Hehehe. Master Ye's "delicate" face exuded a smug smile, "Don't take me." Ye Junsheng covered his face with his hands: "Help." ”

"I won't tease you. Master Ye threw a wink. Ye Junsheng only didn't see it. The white jade brilliance shrouded Ye Ye's whole body, and Ye Junsheng waved his sleeves to cover this corner, which was a trick, but it could only change the vision of mortals. The brilliance quietly disappeared, and Master Ye turned into a girl in pink clothes, with bright autumn eyes, red lips and white teeth, a pair of big eyes and eyes, indescribably cute and cute, beautiful and pretty. Between the moves, the bell rang on his body, and it turned out that a small bell was hanging around his neck.

"Ziz. Ye Junsheng smashed his mouth twice, touched his chin, squinted his eyes and said: "Northern Wei Dynasty Yang Zhi's "Luoyang Jialanji Fayun Temple" cloud: "Sun Yan has been married to his wife for three years, and he does not take off his clothes and lie down. Rock private monsters, waiting for them to sleep, unwrapping their clothes, with a tail three feet long like a fox's tail. The rock came out of fear. "In ancient times, it was said that the fox could transform into a human form to confuse people, but its tail never changed, which was a sign of identification. Really."

Xiao Ling'er stared at the cute big eyes and didn't understand, and then noticed Ye Junsheng's gaze, and looked down, a fox tail under the skirt was coming out fluffy, snow-white and soft. With her movements, shrugging one after another, eerie and beautiful.

"Aren't you men just like that? Little Ling'er pouted.

"Ahem, ahem. Ye Junsheng coughed like choking on water, stroked his forehead, and said weakly: "Who taught you." Forget it, it's not too early, I'll go to my dad first. ”

"Well," said the little bell, "the old place, you are not allowed not to come." ”

Ye Junsheng looked at the figure of the girl floating away, turned to leave, and recalled the acquaintance in his mind. "It was a really youthful time. The sixteen-year-old boy sighed and sighed with infinite emotion.

Four years ago, Linzhou Qiufeng Mountain

Qiufeng Mountain was originally called Fengshan, I don't know that year, I don't know that day, I don't know the big official, passing through here, climb Fengshan and look at it, chanting,

"The emperor descended to Beizhu, and his eyes were sorrowful. The autumn wind is curling, and the Dongting is under the rippling leaves.

I don't know if it was the sycophant who changed Fengshan to Qiufeng Mountain. ”

I don't know that in the past few years, at this time, the autumn wind is bleak, the yellow oak is red, the maple trees are full of mountains, the local old Confucianism is here, and the feast is appreciated;

"I paint the blue river water, and I love the maple leaves on the evening pavilion.

The autumn moon shines on the Buddhist temple, and the cigarette smoke curls around the scripture building"

Or sit in the Fengshuang Pavilion in the front mountain to drink tea, talk loudly, open and close your mouth, poetry is like a tide, after a while, for the first talent, a poem is out,

"Gui Lu is born in the autumn dew, and Qingluo has not changed his clothes.

You call me, and it's very lively.

Ye Junsheng heard that there was a poetry club, and he wanted to see the talented and beautiful women in this collection, so he took a servant and carried a long sword, so he came over to take a look, and walked around.

As for the so-called beauty, Ye Junsheng couldn't help but pout.

The mood was really terrible, so I threw off the servant, found a way casually, and walked down the mountain quickly.

But I never thought that the path was quiet and deep, with pine and mahogany on both sides, and occasionally a few birdsongs came from the shade of the trees, the birdsong was silent, the empty valley was secluded, and the sun shined through the red maple on the moss path with speckled light and shadow. As he walked, his mood began to soothe.

The farther and farther I went, I didn't go out of the mountain, but it seemed to be in the depths of the mountain forest, the giant trees were jagged, the grass was undulating, and it was difficult to see people.

Ye Junsheng heard as if there was a voice for help, the voice was soft and glutinous, he followed the sound to remove the vines and weeds, it was a quiet small valley, covered by ancient tree branches on all sides, but it was extremely hidden.

Looking inward, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Under the gaze, it should be a male and a female two wolves like people, set up a wooden frame, full of dry wood, flames flying, and a little fox tied to the wooden shelf.

Its whole body is snow-white, without a trace of variegation.

"Aren't all novels fake," Ye Junsheng touched his chin, "The scholar saves the fox, promises to each other, and reads at night with red sleeves." Ye Junsheng thought beautifully.

The white fox looked at Ye Junsheng, his eyes were full of tears, and tears were swirling in it, as if he was begging him to save him. Then the bright eyes revealed ...... Seeing hope turned into despair, Ye Junsheng saw that he was out of anger - it is not a coincidence.

At this moment, a wolf in the middle of the rise held up a book,—— perhaps it was lost here by a certain genius when he was looking at Feng, and said in a hoarse voice: "Wash it and roast it and eat it." ”

When I saw the title of the book, it turned out to be Journey to the West.

Ye Junsheng could only say: "Don't study well." ”

"Such a monster. Ye Junsheng waved his hand and pinched the sword trick, and drew it towards the long sword: "Suffer death." ”

The sword shot like lightning towards the head of the book-holding wolf demon.

Oh!

After a tragic wolf roar, a majestic black wolf fell to the ground, and the red and white flowed all over the ground, dyeing Journey to the West red.

The other good horse could not accept the fact that his companion had died tragically in front of him, and stood still.

Golden opportunity. Ye Junsheng immediately took the little fox off the fire, and ran away.

Oh!

Another wolf horn, the voice was desolate and sad, the wolf demon caught up, standing, a pair of big eyes full of fierce light, fangs in a big mouth, bursts of muffled roars in his throat, staring at Ye Junsheng deadly.

Ye Junsheng had no doubt that as long as he was bitten by it, his neck would be bitten off.