On the shores of the East China Sea, fishermen who have lived here for generations have been dealing with the sea all their lives. Sometimes, in order to catch more seafood, they will sail at sea for several months, and over time, they will also encounter some mysterious legends on the sea.

Ghost ships, which have no crew but have been at sea for hundreds of years, appear in any part of the world every once in a while, just like the dead spirits still sail through the seas in flying ships.

Since then, countless treasures have poured out from the seabed, and for thousands of years, some people have returned from treasure hunting and some people burying their bones at the bottom of the sea.

And the most feared sailors are the mermaids who perch on the reefs in the sea and use their songs to attract people closer, which eventually causes the ship to run aground and sink.

According to sailors who were able to escape after witnessing the true face of the mermaid, the Kraken often sat on the reef, with only its upper body exposed, and from a distance, it was a charming, unrestrained woman whose singing voice could control the human mind and make people want to get close to her.

And when the crew saw her clearly, they realized that it was a monster with a fishtail and a human body, but by this time it was too late, the sea water had poured in, and the mermaid was able to appear anywhere there was water, and kill all the people on board by surprise, and finally, the vast sea was calm again.

Her long chestnut hair like seaweed, her slightly sickly fair skin due to her long stay in the dark, and the brown pupils in her deep eye sockets attracted Qingya's gaze like sea eyes.

Her tall figure was tall and upright, and her plump figure still undulated clearly under the flaxen-colored robe, and as her footsteps moved slightly, her slender legs staggered out of the hem of the robe, stirring up a dazzling tremor.

“……”

As she walked, she spoke in a language that Qingya didn't understand.

Seeing that Qingya didn't react, she pointed to Qingya's ear, shook her head, and pointed to Qingya's mouth again, signaling him to speak.

"Where is this? Who are you? ”

"Here...... Where? You are...... Who? ”

She repeated what Qingya had said again, as if to understand the characteristics of human language. She pointed to Qingya's mouth again, motioning for Qingya to say more.

"Did you save me? I'm going to look for my companions, do you know where they are? ”

"Did you save me, I'm going to look for my companions, do you know where they are?"

This time, she was able to repeat what Qingya said synchronously, but her tone was still normal.

"Hello, visitors from afar, I am the Siren Tarunus, are you human?

This time, she was able to speak the official language of Fuxia clearly and fluently.

What kind of learning speed is this, according to this view, is her cultivation speed on the Immortal Dao also so amazing and fast?

"Don't be shocked by this, the gods who created me have given me the ability to learn language replicas, so that I can master any language, for I have to bewitch the sailors of the past by singing."

She did not shy away from speaking out about her identity and purpose.

"Excuse me, are you human? The Creator told me that I was going to wait here for someone to pass by, and then sing a song to draw them in, and finally kill them, but I had waited a hundred years for the first human. ”

One hundred years, that is, she has lived at least one thousand two hundred years.

"Yes, I am indeed human, and if your mission is like this, why don't you do it?"

As he spoke, Qingya had already accumulated a sword move, ready to attack at any time.

"Hands-on? Is it something to do? If I kill you, do I want to do something to you? ”

Such a naïve answer made Qing Ya withdraw the sword move he was about to make, but he still did not relax his vigilance, maybe her innocent appearance now was just a disguise to hide her killing intent.

"So, you were singing to trick me into coming?"

Qingya was delaying time, while thinking about how to get out, the monster who has lived for more than 1,200 years, he should not be able to defeat it, or go for the best plan, if he really can't go, he will fight with her.

"Yes, I can sing in the voice of the person you miss the most, tell me how I'm going to kill you next?"

The first time she came into contact with a human, she seemed extremely excited.

"Kill me is ...... It's just ......, yes, killing me is to let me sleep well, the state of people when they sleep is called death, and when I wake up and leave, you will never see me again, so people also call death goodbye. ”

Qingya is talking nonsense here seriously, thinking that if you are full of flaws like this, you can't continue to pretend, it's time to show your true face.

"Okay, I've been waiting here for so long, and the most I have done is sleep, so I'll help you."

She sat down happily at Qingya's hand, pulled Qingya's body over, and let his head rest on her lap.

Her strength is great, even if Qingya is on guard, but in her hand it is like a toy being played with casually.

But no matter what, Qingya's feeling at this moment is that this should be the most comfortable "pillow" in his life.

As if thinking that his robe would rub against his face, the Siren Siren Tarunus lifted the hem of his robe to the side, leaving Qingya lying directly on his thighs.

Her lineage was closer to that of the girls of the lands west of Persia, and the delicate touch, the softness and elasticity of her legs, made one want to indulge in this wonderful comfort.

This was the first time that Qingya had such an intimate act with a woman, and the restless blood instantly dyed Qingya's face red, spreading from his face to behind his ears, and penetrating from the neck down.

"You've become so red, alas, just like those shrimp and crabs floating on the water, so you're dead, so you're dying."

This sounds strange.

But Qingya definitely can't sleep now, and the accelerated flow of blood only makes him more excited, this is a completely strange woman, she is not even human. And she pressed her body to death, her cheek pressed tightly against the skin on her leg, this pain and happy feeling, made Qingya extremely tormented.

Qingya can only suppress his excitement and restlessness by constantly thinking about Hua Qing'er's face in his mind.

Her clothes are fragrant and her sideburns, her bright teeth and moth eyebrows, her jade bone face is like a begonia drunk sun, and her alluring dance is like a fairy into the dust.

and the warmth and gentleness when he hugged her into his arms, the more he thought about it like this, the more Qingya's heart couldn't calm down.

"Master, help me."

In desperation, Qingya had no choice but to recall Liu Bailu's stern appearance in the past to calm himself down.

Undoubtedly, Shizun's beauty was the most beautiful woman Qingya had seen so far, but now he didn't dare to have any disrespect for Liu Bailu at all.

Gradually, the time of Qing Xiu on the Shaking Light Peak replaced the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and Qingya finally slowed down his breathing, and his restless state of mind also relaxed.

The Siren Siren Tarunus stroked Qingya's face with his fingers, bringing a hint of itching, and the slight triggering sound was like a hypnotic note, which made Qingya completely relax.

"Are you going to fall asleep?"

Sirentarunus leaned into his ear and whispered, "Then I will kill you." But, when you wake up, don't leave, okay? I'm alone here, you're the first human to talk to me, I don't want to go back to talking to myself, please don't let me never see you, okay? ”

All she could answer was the long breathing of the boy on his lap.

Skyfall.

The four seasons in the mountains are always late spring and long winter, and it is only October, and the snow line on Shaking Light Peak is getting lower and lower. The fine snow has fallen, the ink bamboo is still green, and the peach blossoms are still red.

Under the snowfall, the sky and the earth are vast. The mountain wind carried the flying snow into the window of the bamboo house, residencies between her gentle eyebrows.

His apprentice is gone, and before he knows it, it has been half a year. You remember that when he came, it was still late spring, and soon, the fourth year of their acquaintance was approaching.

She is still dressed in white like snow, especially more moving than the cold plum in the snow. She gently rolled up her sleeves, the silk threads flew between the slender and slender ten fingers, and on the table in front of her, a panyu crane brocade robe was placed, and the willow white deer was depicting the cloud patterns on the cuffs one by one.

Some thoughts have nothing to do with the wind and snow, the wanderer travels far away, which naturally drives her concern, but who can say these to listen to?

Next year, he will be eighteen years old, and if it goes well, he should be able to enter the Jindan realm in May or June. Four years ago, he was a somewhat malnourished child.

Above Jindan, the realm of Yuanying Shendong is still far away, should he also go down and shake the light, and take him to those forbidden areas of life and ancient ruins to break through?

Why don't you let him go on his own, will he be in any danger with me by his side? So how did he grow. But if I don't follow, won't those places be too dangerous, and what should I do?

When his thoughts were entangled, Liu Bailu picked up the embroidery needle in his hand and scratched the big end of the needle a few times between his hair.

Even if she is a beautiful Shaking Light Goddess, even if she only does not change her face in the face of dragons and demons, she will also be worried about how to teach her apprentices.

Unconsciously, the goddess who is indifferent to anything and treats everything as cold as frost already has a concern in her heart.

In a few days, it will be Chinese New Year's Eve, and people at the end of the mountain will return home before this day to spend the last day of the year with their families.

He should be back before Chinese New Year's Eve this year.

Liu Bailu picked up the cuffs of the brocade robe, bit off the last thread with his teeth, smoothed out the wrinkles on his clothes, and the snow outside the window was falling even more.