A pair of dark eyes stared at Li Yan at the head of the bed. He was startled, rolled over and sat up: "What are you doing?"

The girl whispered: "Ugly monster, don't sleep, didn't you promise to take me fishing?"

Li Yan shook his head: "I'm tired, let's change the day." Hurry back, if your father finds out, he'll have to beat you. ”

The girl neither agreed nor objected, but simply continued to stare at him.

Li Yan was furious, got up and said stupidly: "I really convinced you......"

The Huangshui River turned silver in the moonlight, and the starry sky seemed to sink to the bottom of the river. Li Yu lit a lone lamp, and the orange flames danced, making the cold night a little warmer.

He threw the rod into the river, squinted his eyes and began to snooze. The girl shook his arm vigorously: "Ugly, don't sleep, don't sleep, tell me a story!"

Li Yan yawned: "I'm a cook, how can I tell stories?"

But the girl didn't give up: "Talk about one, just talk about one!"

Li Yanzhen couldn't stand it, so he had to rack his brains and make up his stomach: "Once upon a time there was a mountain ......"

"Don't listen, don't listen, change another!"

"Good, good...... Well...... Once upon a time there was a little doll......"

The girl tilted her head and put her hands on her cheeks, no longer arguing.

"This little doll has no father or mother, and is born with a disability. In that year, when there was a war and chaos, a great general saved him, but he didn't want to raise him, and only handed him over to a subordinate.

It's a problem for everyone to throw it away, I can't bear it, and it's too troublesome to keep it. Some suggested that he should be sent to the temple, others said that he should be sent to the countryside, and others said that he should be sent directly outside the city, which was full of soldiers of the White Tiger at that time. ”

The girl's heart tightened: "How can this be? No one takes care of this doll, how pitiful is he?"

At this time, the fish drifted and sank, and Li Yan exclaimed: "There is!" and pulled the fishing rod in his hand.

Seeing a shining silver carp jumping out of the water, he put the fish into the bamboo basket and continued: "At that time, thanks to an uncle who raised horses, he said to everyone: We are all people with children and daughters, and if we throw this child away, can we be worthy of our conscience?

Everyone was silent for a long time, a few people left, but the rest agreed to raise them together.

The doll finally has a home. When he grew up, his uncle taught him to read a few words and learn some principles of life: such as doing more good deeds, supporting himself, and not harming others......"

The girl suddenly exclaimed, "I know, that doll is you! The uncle who raised the horse is my father!"

Li Yan smiled apologetically: "Zhi'er, I'm sorry." I don't make up stories, I can only tell my own story. Does it make you more bored?"

By this time he had caught four or five fish, cruising in bamboo baskets soaked in the river.

The girl didn't answer, but suddenly asked, "Ugly, do you miss your father?"

Li Yan nodded, and shook his head again: "I haven't seen them, but I really want to find them, even if it's just to call Daddy and Mom, or look at them." But who knows where they are?" he looked into the night sky, a glimmer of stars in his ugly eyes.

The girl said, "You look so ugly, your mother must be an ugly monster too." ”

Li Yan did not refute: "Maybe." But even though she is ugly, she is the most beautiful in my heart. ”

The girl's eyes were suddenly full of tenderness, like a trickle of river: "Ugly monster, you have a good heart, I don't think you're ugly." Shall I be your wife in the future?"

Li Yan was stunned, and then smiled: "It's not good." You're like a fart, I don't want it!"

"Looking for a fight!"

The bamboo basket was empty, and Li Yan put all the fish he caught back into the river. Maybe then they can be reunited with their parents.

Back at the palace, the sky was already bright. Lao Chen, who was feeding the horses, heard that his daughter had returned, so he immediately picked up the broom pimple, pulled her back by the ear.

Li Yan silently washed and chopped vegetables as usual...... The shredded vegetables are piled higher and higher, almost obscuring the view. At this time, I suddenly heard a shout from behind Caishan: "Ugly monster, where are you?"

Li Yan poked his head out: "Who called me?"

The person who came was a deacon, and he was already a great official among the subordinates. He straightened his face and asked, "Where did you go last night?"

Li scratched his head: "I went fishing." ”

"What else are you doing?"

Li Yan's face flushed: "Didn't do anything......"

The deacon waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it, follow me." ”

Li Yan had to put down the kitchen knife and walked behind anxiously. The two walked through the house and came to Zhikeliao. When the deacon pushed the door open, he suddenly saw a beautiful woman.

Her skin was like condensed fat, it was so white that it glowed, and there seemed to be infinite tenderness in her autumn watery eyes. Li Yan suddenly felt his mouth dry, his ears buzzed, and his face turned red. Hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to make eye contact with the woman.

Suddenly, I heard the deacon shouting behind his back: "Ugly eight monsters, this is the eighteenth lady red leaves, why don't you hurry up and salute?"

Li Yan involuntarily knelt down and kowtowed. He didn't understand why he knelt, he just felt that it was worth dying for this fairy-like figure.

Hongye Yanran smiled and said, "Little brother, why are you so polite? Li Remnant's hands and feet were inconvenient, coupled with his agitation, he crawled for a long time before he stood up.

The deacon said, "Madame Red, this kid is ugly and stupid. Please forgive me for your sins. ”

Momiji said: "It's out of the way." I have something I want to ask this little brother for help, and I want you to ask him to come with me, can it be done?"

The deacon bowed down and said, "You are the master, how dare we disobey?"

Along the way, Li Yan listened to the call of others "Madam, Madam", and his heart was terrified. He lowered his head and just walked. When I looked up, it was the door of a side room. Momiji said: "Why are you stunned?

Li Yan faintly felt that something was wrong. But I can't say what is wrong.

The light in the room was very dim, there was a teapot on the table, and a big red quilt with mandarin ducks playing in the water was very eye-catching. Momiji sat on the bed and patted the position beside him: "Little brother, come and sit." ”

Li Yan shook his head vigorously.

Momiji smiled lightly, went to the table and poured a cup of tea: "Why is it so hot in this room? ”

Li Yan was already sweating profusely, but he still shook his head vigorously.

Hongye had no choice but to drink the tea by himself, and said with a little disappointment: "Little brother, do you think I'm ugly and don't want to look at me?"

Li Ren hurriedly explained loudly: "No, madam......! You're so good-looking......"

"I'm so relieved when you say that. Momiji suddenly stood up, walked to Li Yan's side, and gently grabbed his hand: "I'm so good-looking, don't you want to touch me?"

But the moment his fingertips touched, Li Yan suddenly withdrew his hand like lightning. This time he didn't shake his head, but his eyes were extremely determined.

"Ma'am, that's not right. ”

Momiji stared at this ugly monster in surprise. As she herself said, the woman begging for a living in the tick bar can tell at a glance whether someone else is lying. From the brothel to the palace of the king of Qin, all men are the same.

But this teenager is different. There was something firm and pure in his eyes. At this moment, she felt that he was not so ugly.

Hongye gritted his teeth: "Li Yan, someone wants to harm me, and they also want to harm you!"

Li Yan looked ignorant, and he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this lady's gourd.

She looked left and right and whispered, "Listen, your surname is not Li, but Zhang." Zhang Xiaoqing, the king of Qin, is your father—don't be so surprised, listen to me.

Your father threw you away. Now the godson he raised, that is, Zhang Siming, knows that you are still alive and wants to kill you. ”

"Kill me? why?"

"You fool, if you live, will it be his turn to be the son of the world? For the sake of the present plan, we can only save our lives by meeting your father face to face and finding out this matter. ”

This was too sudden, far beyond Li Yan's bearing. He couldn't come back to his senses for a while, and he was stunned there.

Momiji sighed: "What I swear to the sky is the truth. And also...... If you continue to grind, I'm afraid I won't be able to save my life......"

When I think of that night, Momiji still has palpitations.

She knew that what Si Ming had touched in the belly of the table was not an eyebrow pencil, but a knife. But she is smarter, not only does she not show timidity, but she also plans to push the boat along the water. She was an important part of this plan, and all the Si Ming did not touch her for the time being.

But this can only be "temporary". Old housekeeper Gong died, Mama Wu died, and Old Fourth Zheng also died. None of those who knew the secret survived.

Siming will not let go of the slightest threat, and will definitely do it in the end.

Is it for the tiger, or to fight against. After seeing Li Yan, Momiji finally chose the latter.

Li Yan heard her earnest words, so he said: "Then let's go to the prince and explain it, I won't see you die." ”

Momiji nodded in relief. But suddenly coughing violently, Li Yan was startled: "Madam, what's wrong with you?"

When Momiji wiped it with a handkerchief, it was covered in blood. Immediately after that, the internal organs hurt like a knife.

She fell in pain, her face turning from white to blood-red, and finally to a cloudy blue-purple. As she struggled, she knocked over the teapot, and wisps of black smoke came out of the tea.

But in just a moment, the red leaves will disappear.

Mrs. Momiji is dead, and I don't know who did it. But if you look at the situation at the scene, this is what Li Remnant did.

The chaotic footsteps outside came as scheduled, and the five hundred tiger soldiers surrounded the wings. The door was pushed open with a bang, and Zhang Xiaoqing, dressed in military uniform, stood in front of him.

He and Li Yan glanced at each other, and for a moment, there was a little warmth.

But when he saw Momiji's corpse, his warmth turned to frost and anger. He scolded: "Little brute, you killed your biological mother, and you came to harm my son and concubine, I only hate that I didn't kill you with a sword!

The wolf-like guards took Li Yan away. No one noticed that in a corner, someone was quietly watching.

It was the mud bodhisattva, and a satisfied look appeared on her face.

As Momiji said, this woman is not a bodhisattva, her name is Dolma, and she is from the White Tiger Fan.

At this time, she closed her eyes and muttered, "O Bodhisattva of great compassion, please forgive me for blaspheming you. But for the sake of revenge, I am willing to endure all suffering and punishment......" As she said this, her eyes moistened as she thought back to the past.

Dolma was born into a poor herdsman's family deep in the snowy mountains. I don't know why, no matter how hard my father works, the debts owed by the family are still increasing year by year.

Although life is bitter, Dolma still has her own dreams. From time to time, she would look up at a splendid palace on top of a snow-capped mountain opposite. It is the residence of the sect master and the living Buddhas, and the holy land of the White Tiger. It would be nice to live there.

To this end, she prayed day and night to Avalokiteshvara, who, as if hearing the prayer, gave her the opportunity to make a pilgrimage. Dolma was chosen by the draft officer and became a servant girl in the palace.

Her wish came true. If it weren't for the presence of one person, she would have been very happy.

The young monk was dark-skinned, but his eyebrows were very delicate. That afternoon he sat on the grass in the apse, fiddling with a snowdrop, with a lazy smile on his face.

"My name is Ma Cuoren, what about you?"

"My name is Dolma. ”

It was this sentence that opened a bad relationship. Dolma is hopelessly in love with the monk, and the monk loves her. Countless love poems were written for her, either warm or mournful, each of which was more beautiful than a snow lotus.

But Dolma knows that monks cannot have a home, let alone love between men and women. So they are not destined to be combined. What's more, Ma Cuoren has been established as the sect master by the twelve elders, and if he wants to dedicate his life to the White Tiger, how can he break the vows for her?

One night, they were lying on the rooftop, as usual, looking at the night sky. Ma Cuoren pointed to two stars, one east and one west, and said, "Look, those are the red star and the white star. ”

Dolma suddenly felt that the time of parting was approaching.

She was sad: "Are they also lovers?"

Ma Cuoren shook his head: "No, they are the opposite. The red one is the protector of our white tiger, and the white one protects the Han people. They call it 'the Celestial Remnant'. At this, he frowned suddenly, and melancholy poured out like a mist in the galaxy.

"According to the scriptures, the star is about to descend on the earth. He will sweep through the nations and establish a great dynasty for the White Tiger. But the damn Obsidian will stop him and let him fail. I asked the guru and he said that this was the destiny of the White Tiger. ”

I don't know if it's because of my life experience, Zhuoma said hatefully: "I hate fate!"

"I hate this fate too, but I believe it can be changed. Ma Cuoren suddenly took her hand, and his gaze had never been so firm and warm.

"If you can help me get rid of Obsidian Star and make a great contribution to our clan, I will dare to give up the position of sect master and you to be an ordinary couple. ”

The blissful lightning struck Dolma. For the first time in a long time, she heard from her lover about the future. Maybe this road is thorny and long, and there is no end in sight, but for his sake, she is willing to go on.

Dolma didn't have any doubts, just asked firmly, "What am I going to do?"

Ma Cuoren also did not explain. In Dolma's opinion, there is no need for too many words between them. Dolma was sent to the Tantric Pure Land to practice spells. She had shaved her hair and tattooed scriptures all over her body. But she doesn't care, for the sake of her beloved, what can this little pay be?

Dolma has been gone for seven years, and he was already twenty-one years old when he came out of the mountain.

But that's just the beginning, and she's on a quest to find Obsidian. That year, Zhuoma disguised himself as a refugee and came to the city of Huangzhou. There she saw the faces of seven years of longing. Ma Tsoren smiled at her from the high city walls, but his body was gone, only a head remained.

Zhuoma's sky fell, and she heard someone say in a trance: White Tiger Fan suffered a defeat, and in order to seek peace, the twelve elders blamed the sect leader Ma Cuoren. So he was beheaded and shown to the public.

Dolma cried for six days, but on the seventh day, she didn't shed a single tear. It turns out that tears can really be drained.

She inquired around and learned that the general who killed Ma Cuoren was called: Zhang Xiaoqing.

In order to get close to him, Dolma dedicated himself to one of his guards.

When the ugly man shared the bed with her, there was no resentment in her eyes, only the smiling face of the young monk on the snowy mountain.

One day, Dolma's husband complained that His Royal Highness King Qin should not ruthlessly abandon his own flesh and blood. Dolma casually asked about the child's birthday, which was the same day as the day when Obsidian Star descended to earth.

Dolma suddenly burst into tears, and she thanked God from the bottom of her heart. Bai Yaoxing is Zhang Xiaoqing's son, which is good. She can fulfill their final agreement while avenging Macuoren. A perfect plan was formed in her head.

Kill Zhang Xiaoqing with one knife, this is too cheap for him. She wants Zhang Xiaoqing to kill her son with her own hands, and then she will reveal this fact. Then Zhang Xiaoqing will live in remorse for the rest of his life.

It's much more painful than dying.

Dolma began a long preparation, another fifteen years of waiting. Now, the highly poisonous fruit has ripened, and Zhang Xiaoqing is about to eat it.

With tears in her eyes, Dolma murmured, "Ma Cuoren, my love! I've avenged you, too! Can you see it?"

Li Yan was escorted away. He was like a helpless little animal, not even the strength to struggle. But at this moment, there was a commotion across the courtyard, and then a white horse rolled over on all fours and galloped out.

Immediately, a teenage girl stretched out her hand towards Li Yanyi: "Ugly eight monsters, go quickly!"

Li Yan grabbed her arm without thinking about it, and the white horse neighed and rushed out like a gallop.

Li Yan came to his senses and hurriedly said, "Zhi'er, stop! You stole your father's white horse, he will beat you!"

Zhi'er's father is a stableman, so this little girl can steal the first BMW in King Qin's mansion to save Li Remnant.

The girl shouted, "They said you would be beaten to death, and I couldn't help if I was beaten!"

Li Yan's heart warmed and asked, "Do you believe that I was wronged?"

"Well, then what do you need to say?" Zhi'er said firmly, with a little pride, "Sometimes the moth pounces into the candle flame, and you would rather burn your hand than save the moth, how can such a good person harm others?"

Before he finished speaking, the wind behind him suddenly tightened. A hook struck and was buckled onto Zhi'er's vest. She let out an "Ahh

Li Yan was shocked: "Zhi'er!"

But the girl shouted, "Leave me alone, run!"

But the white horse knew her very well. Seeing her fall, he refused to move forward. Zhi'er was so anxious that she shouted: "Xiaobai, why are you disobedient?"

At this time, she suddenly saw the burning charcoal basin next to her, and in a hurry, she took it in her hand regardless of the pain, and raised it towards the horse's buttocks.

With a bang, the white horse was frightened, and rose into the air without a single point, and rushed out of the palace.