On the high platform, the girl from another country always remembered the promise of the scholar, so she had others to kiss her, and she refused to marry. Winter goes to spring, year after year, and before you know it, the girl has become an old girl.

Seeing that her appearance was withering, the girl ignored the opposition of her family, took her bags, and secretly left home to look for a scholar in Beijing.

When she arrived in Beijing after a thousand difficulties, the down-and-out scholar had become a high-ranking scholar in the court.

The haggard girl stood on the corner of the street, looking at the noble scholar riding on a tall horse, and couldn't help but burst into tears, she hastily hooked the corners of her mouth, and quietly turned around.

The drama came to an end.

Beiming sighed softly, for this embarrassing ending.

There are only two kinds of love dramas in the world, one is such as the tragic drama in front of you, and the other is the diametrically opposite happy drama.

However, in today's Qiye Continent, there are too many tragic dramas than beautiful dramas. In the words of those who are good at writing excerpts, happiness is too superficial, and it is not as deep as sadness.

But she is not a deep person, so she prefers happy dramas to tragic dramas. The book produced in the name of the Northern Underworld, this book reads, it makes people laugh, and every story is a reunion at the end.

Beiming lifted the teapot and planned to pour another cup of tea for the beauty opposite, but he didn't want to, the other party's eyes were flowing with surging sadness, and his beautiful eyes were glued to the high platform, which could not be calmed down for a long time.

Beiming, who is well versed in the essence of pity and cherishing jade, immediately got up, half-squatted in front of Jingzhi, and then raised his sleeves to wipe the corners of his eyes for him, and persuaded while wiping it back: "Beauty, don't be uncomfortable, be good~"

was originally a scene with tears in his eyes, but he was troubled by Beiming, and a tear really fell from the corner of his eye.

Only these tears, Xu has nothing to do with sadness.

Beauty is pitiful, I see pity, like a womanizer like Beiming, where can I bear it?

She immediately raised her hand and swore an oath: "Beauty, if you are really uncomfortable, I will rewrite the ending for you, so that the scholar and the girl will be united forever and grow old together."

Jing Zhi quickly withdrew, retreating to a position ten steps away from the North Shadow before he could stop, his eyebrows frowned, and he said righteously, "Please ask the banshee to be more respectful."

"Huh?"

"Also, since the scholar is a ruthless person, if he forcibly changes the ending, the girl may not be able to live a good life, it is better to maintain the ending in front of him, so that they will forget each other."

If it is rewritten, she can write the scholar as a person with deep affection and righteousness.

However, the eyes of the beautiful little Taoist priest are too serious, as if that play is not just a play, but a real story.

That's it, who cares about scholars and girls, she just wants beauties to be happy.

Beiming hooked his lips and immediately changed his words: "Then I will let the girl bump into the prime minister, let the prime minister fall in love with her at first sight, and then marry back to be a wife, so that the ungrateful scholar will call her a mother every day?"

"——" The beautiful little Taoist priest was dumbfounded, he was stunned for a long time, and finally gave up his hand with a smile, "Banshee, tea, poor Dao has already drunk, it's not early, poor Dao will say goodbye."

Jing Zhi's feet touched the ground, not to the stairs, but to fly to the platform.

Bei Ming didn't move, and flicked his sleeves suddenly, and the disappearing enchantment was opened up again.

Standing on the railing of the building, like Jing Zhi of the immortals in the world, he was full of weakness: "Banshee, the poor road is really time to go."

Beiming smiled and looked at the bright sun that flew into the middle of the sky, and calmly replied, "It's still early, don't worry."

「……」

Beiming took a momentary step and flew in front of Jing Zhi, Jing Zhi saw Beiming approaching, so he could only retreat in a wrong step, Beiming chased after him again, and Jing Zhi had to avoid it again.

However, the third floor of the wine store is only so big, and no matter how agile Rao is Jingzhi's skills, he can't get out of trouble. The two of them went back and forth, dozens of back and forth between the cramped buildings.

Half an hour later, the beautiful woman standing in the corner of the balcony bowed her hand, almost with a pleading, and said, "Banshee, if you have something to ask, you might as well say it bluntly, as long as the poor road can do it, you will not shirk it."

"Really?"

"A gentleman."

Bei Ming curled the corners of his mouth with pleasure: "I don't like it

The name of the banshee, you can call me Little Beibei, or Little Underworld."

"......" Jingzhi's lips quivered, and he curled up his hands hard, closing his eyes in pain, suppressing the emotion that was about to collapse completely, and then, he said, "North Hell."

Good.

She never knew that the word Beiming, one day, would be shouted by a person like this, not like the unteachable anger of Nianyi's son, nor the disgust and disdain of her own brother, but a shallow, cold and ethereal feeling like the clouds on the top of the mountain.

Beiming's look at Jing Zhi had a deeper look that even she hadn't noticed.

On the railing of the building, the north and the scenery are far away.

"Jingzhi likes to watch theaters?"

"Not counting."

"Uh......" Such an ambiguous answer really writes about Jingzhi's inability to ignore her. If it was someone else, in the face of such an inviolable existence, Xu would give up, but she was always a god with perseverance.

Bei Ming blinked, evoking a harmless innocent smile: "If Jing Zhi is unwilling to tell me the truth, then I will follow Jing Zhi for a few more days, and I will always find the answer."

Jing Zhi's face darkened, and he replied, "Poor Dao doesn't like to watch dramas."

"Oh?"

The darkness of the scene brushes the sleeves.

He didn't want to entangle with the North Underworld anymore, so he used ten percent of his strength to try to break the enchantment.

It's a pity that he really doesn't know about Beiming, and if he did, he would never spend his strength in vain to break the enchantment, but should think of killing her cloth enchantment.

Because of the enchantment opened by the Northern Underworld, there are not many Divine Monarchs on the Zhou Mountain who can break it, not to mention that it is one in the world, and the cultivation is only a good mortal?

Beiming didn't stop Jingzhi, if he wanted to break it, he would break it, and she even sat down and watched him break it leisurely.

After another quarter of an hour, Jing Zhi, whose face was a little pale but couldn't break through the barrier, also sat down, and said, "Since five years ago, the cultivation of the poor path has stagnated, and the elders of the family say that the reason why the poor path cannot be broken through is because the heart of the poor path is too pure.

If the poor Tao can't know what the troubles of the world are, then they can't talk about breaking and letting go. Therefore, when the poor man leaves home and comes to the world, he wants to see what are the mundane things in the world?"

"......" After a moment, Beiming laughed heartily: "Hahaha......"

How can there be such an innocent and lovely beauty in the world? I really want to catch Buzhou Mountain, keep it by my side, and enjoy it every day!

Beiming's laughter made Jing Zhi unable to hide his shame: "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm sorry." Beiming hurriedly restrained his smile and tried to be right. If she really annoys the beauty completely, how will she hook up with him in the future?

"Jingzhi, I don't know what your parents said? It's just that if you want to understand human affairs with these sour operas, it may be a little difficult."

"Will it?" Jing Zhi lowered his eyes and set his eyes on the busy Immortal Street, "Poor Dao is dedicated to cultivating immortals, and he doesn't really want to get close to the troublesome world."

"Jing Zhi focuses on cultivation, but he wants to become an immortal?"

Jingzhi nodded and admitted frankly, "Hmm."

"Why?"

Jing Zhi didn't answer, but his eyes were slightly subtle when he looked at Beiming, as if he was looking at a fool: "Don't you want to become an immortal?"

She didn't have to think about it, because she already was.

But if she could think about it, she didn't want to become an immortal.

"I don't want to."

Jing Zhi smiled, with a touch of inconspicuous contempt in his smile: "Demons are not like people, if they die, they can still die, and they have the opportunity to rebuild." If the demon is dead, the body is dead and the soul is destroyed. Since you are a demon, you should devote yourself to cultivating immortals and transcend as soon as possible."

"Uh......"

As a god, if she said that she wanted to become an immortal, she would probably be slapped by her ruthless brother, after all, gods are far more expensive than immortal gold.

"Northern Hell, it's excellent to become an immortal." Jing Zhiru persuaded, "Perhaps, you should cultivate immortals well, so that you can get rid of this too prodigal habit and become that ethereal Tsing Yi Su'e."

"......" green

Yi Su'e? It's also bland!

However, in the face of a person who is full of yearning for Kunlun to cultivate, Beiming really can't splash cold water on the other party, besides, if the beauty can really cultivate the virtue and fly into Kunlun, it is a great good thing for her, why should she rush to splash the other party's cold water?

As for the days and nights in Kunlun Mountain, there is not much difference from the world, and even far more boring than the world, so she doesn't have to say it to the beauty.

"So the beauty is bent on the Tao and just wants to fly as soon as possible?"

"Not bad."

"Okay, I'll help you." When the beauty really became a fairy, she abducted him and went down the mountain together, and they went to the world to live happily together!

Jing Zhi hurriedly waved his hand and eagerly refused: "Don't work hard."

"I and Jing Yi see each other like each other, there is a way to die for a confidant, in order for Jing Zhi to become an immortal as soon as possible, I am duty-bound."

「……」

Jingzhi sighed deeply and asked, "How are you doing?"

Beiming set her eyes on the bustling world, which was her favorite scene, because she didn't like to stay in the two mountains.

Above the two mountains, the beauty of the mountains may be far away in the world, but the beauty of the two mountains is like a cold picture scroll, and the beauty of the world makes the heart warm vividly.

The beauty is still an immortal, she has to let him know that the warmth of the heart is far more important than becoming an immortal, otherwise when he soars into Kunlun, it will just make the two mountains have a beautiful clay doll.

"I don't know if I don't like to read a script?"

"......" Jingzhi blinked, a slight hint of struggle flashing in his eyes, and then he replied, "Not really."

It seems that the beauty prefers the script to the play.

"Poor Dao doesn't like the hustle and bustle of the world, but if you don't go into the hustle and bustle, you can't peek through the mixed tastes under the hustle and bustle. Poor Dao thought about it, and then chose a compromise method.

Everyone in the world says that life is like a play, and drama is like life, and all kinds of sufferings in the world are not only in the world, but also in the operas written by mortals."

"Clever Jingyuki."

The beauty blushed and opened her eyes.

Taking advantage of the beauty's shyness, Beiming stepped forward silently, and quickly and skillfully hooked the beauty's hand: "If you want to read the drama book, how can Jingzhi miss the Three Flavors Book House of Nine Suspicions?"

The entangled beauty was shocked: "What?"

Bei Ming smiled, hooked the beauty's arms with both hands, the beauty wanted to break free, but Bei Ming's hands were tight, so that he couldn't break free: "Jing Zhiruo is dedicated to the Tao, wants to soar, and wants to be a pure-hearted person with few desires."

"Nature."

"In that case, if I am a man or a woman, do I hook your hand, and what does it matter? If your heart does not move, it is useless for the wind to move."

The beauty wanted to pull the hand, but paused.