After finishing her words, her eyes were shining with her eyes, and her expression was very lonely.

Zi Ling and Bing Yang glanced at each other, a little embarrassed.

It's obviously worthy of sympathy, but it seems too extreme.

If you are good, you will be unfilial, and if you are evil, you will be unkind.

The past of the goddess is really a dilemma.

Zi Ling was secretly glad that she hadn't encountered such a situation, otherwise she didn't know what kind of foolish account it would be.

Bingyang coughed lightly, and said a little contrivedly: "Master, your encounter is embarrassing. But the past is gone, you might as well let go of the past. ”

Qian Dapo glanced at Bingyang and Ziling coldly, and waved her hand tiredly: "That's it, the past, what are you talking about with you little children?"

Zi Ling was stunned for a moment, a little dissatisfied: "Little brat, Sister Qiandapo, you don't know how old we are." ”

Ghydharva stood up, a little impatient: "Now that you have eaten and freshened up, go away quickly." This Vajra Hell is not for you to have fun with. If you have this leisure, you might as well plan your way forward. Yaksha is not easy to get along with. ”

Although Zi Ling complained a lot about the uncertainties of Qian Da Po, her eyes widened at this time and said, "What kind of person is Yaksha, how can you not get along?"

Qian Dapo stopped talking, just picked up her own moon qin, and with a stroke of her fingers, the music of the qin came out leisurely.

She flicked her red clothes and turned to leave, but the expression on her face was a little dazed.

It was as if, in the sound of the piano, the young man came from the reed-oversed, misty river, with a warm smile on his face and a layer of golden morning light on his body.

Qian Dapo seemed to have changed back into Cangqiong, and she also smiled and walked slowly towards the young man.

At this moment, Zi Ling's voice was heard that he didn't know the current affairs: "Master, master, tell us, what kind of person is Yaksha?"

Bingyang could only hold Zi Ling and said softly, "If you don't leave, I'm afraid that you won't have a chance to see Yasha." ”

Zi Ling thought of Qian Da Po's methods, her face changed, and she thought it was true. So she could only be full of curiosity about Yaksha, and was pulled out of the yurt by the ice sun.

The question about the Yaksha soon became clear.

Bingyang said that Yaksha was an evil ghost and must be a difficult person.

Don't take it lightly.

However, the result made Ziling very confused.

The evil ghost in Bingyang's mouth is very graceful.

This evil ghost, with white skin and snow and sword eyebrows and apricot eyes, simply made Zi Ling ashamed of himself.

So Zi Ling walked up to the evil ghost and criticized him for a while: "Master Yaksha, may I ask, are you a man or a woman?"

Yaksha glared at Zi Ling fiercely, and his voice was quite magnetic: "What do you say?"

Zi Ling raised his head and carefully looked at the tall and thin Yaksha, still with a non-shocking and unending virtue: "Master Qian Da Po said that you are not a good person. Yes and no?"

Yaksha is an unusually feminine young man, not much older than Bingyang. He was dressed in a bright yellow robe, and his outfit was quite solemn. But he glanced at Zi Ling, as if he had nothing else to say: "What do you think?"

Zi Ling said with a smile: "I think Master Yaksha is approachable, and he has the same temperament as me, so it's like a friend at first sight!"

Bingyang snorted dissatisfiedly at Zi Ling: "I really don't see how he is in love with you." ”

Yaksha didn't seem to appreciate Zi Ling's enthusiasm at all, and only said coldly: "Don't think that if you are close to me, I will be able to let you go." ”

Ziling was visibly a little frustrated. She regained her vicious expression and said, "If you don't set it, you won't set it." Say, how can you let us go? Is it civil or martial? You can choose! I won't frown. ”

Bingyang felt a little funny, and kindly reminded: "If he really picks the article, you won't frown?"

Zi Ling squeezed his eyes at Bingyang, and said with a look of secrecy: "It is said that Master Yaksha is a demon who is not easy to get along with. How could he pick an article?"

Who knew that Yaksha nodded suddenly and said, "Okay, then pick the text." ”

"Wen?" Zi Ling staggered a little.

"Exactly. Yaksha finally smiled slightly, and the phoenix eyes were raised, looking like a captivating city and a country.

"This, this. Ziling was visibly cramped.

Yaksha ignored her, only groaned for a moment, and said, "The clouds linger for the green mountains. ”

Zi Ling was stunned for a moment, but quickly said triumphantly: "I know, the master is going to couplet." This doesn't bother me. ”

After saying that, Zi Ling frowned, her face distorted for a while, and she squeezed out a few words: "I broke my intestines for sauerkraut." ”

Bingyang suddenly let out a pig-like laugh. He said breathlessly, "Not bad, not bad." This couplet is quite neat. ”

He forcibly held back the smile on his face, distorted and deformed, but his tone was a little guilty: "Zi Ling, since you entered the Xuan Realm, you have never found sauerkraut for a day." It's really hard for you. No wonder you break your gut, it's pitiful. ”

After that, Bingyang walked straight to Zi Ling, touched her head lovingly, and showed an expression like a mountain alliance and an oath: "When we go out, I will accompany you to eat all the sauerkraut in the world!"

Yaksha's face was as black as sauerkraut. His expression was no longer soft, but resentful: "Such a beautiful artistic conception has been ruined by you lower riba people." ”

Bingyang said with a straight face: "Master, this is a bad word. The so-called high and low. Your spring and white snow, with the backdrop of this Riba people, can be described as a stroke of genius and has a unique flavor. It's like the gods of heaven stepping down from the altar and mingling with the people, and from then on they will be happy. This wonderful couplet will be passed down through the ages!"

The Yaksha of the spring and snow was stunned by this sophistry, and did not know how to answer, so he just stayed where he was.

Bingyang took advantage of the victory and pursued: "Master, then you, even if I pass the test, let me leave as soon as possible?"

Yaksha finally seemed to wake up, stared at a pair of almond eyes, and said angrily, "You want to fool me, how is it possible?"

Bingyang saw that Yaksha was angry, so he had to laugh and say, "How can I fool the master." The master's literary brilliance is brilliant, and I can't wait for it, so I can learn from the master. ”

Yaksha glared at Bingyang, turned around, turned his back to the two of them, and only groaned slowly:

"Twilight of the Plains,

The wind is like a complaint,

cold star number,

The sound of the flute is the same.

Plugged in the lonely cloud dancing for a thousand years,

Where do you want to go?"

When Zi Ling heard this, he clapped his hands and shouted: "Master, what are you reading?

But Zi Ling showed a sad expression in the blink of an eye and said, "Master, do you want us to couplet again?

Bingyang chuckled lightly and said softly: "This is not a couplet, it is a half-word." ”

Bingyang pondered for a moment and continued: "But listening to the master's words, it seems to be very hesitant. The road ahead is confused, and I don't know where to go. ”

Yaksha didn't answer, still with his back to the two, as if he was caught in a reminiscence.

Bingyang thought for a while, and said loudly:

"Spend a few degrees,

The water is hard to cover.

A dream,

I don't know the way back.

Hate nothing?

Remorse?

God knows me,

The infatuation is not worth it. “

As soon as the words fell, I saw Zi Ling come out, her eyes wide, and she looked at Bingyang with a nymphomaniac look: "You can also write poems? You are so versatile, why don't I know?"

Bingyang squeezed his eyes at Zi Ling, smiled and said, "I have more skills for my husband." How can you see through it all at once. ”

Zi Ling's face flushed, and she was about to continue to express her surging admiration, when she suddenly heard a sigh from Yasha.

I saw that Yaksha slowly turned around, walked in front of Bingyang, and actually shook Bingyang deeply, and said in a deep voice: "I have been thinking for a long time, and I don't know where to go. The second half of this remnant received by the donor today is the solution to the confusion in my heart. Those regrets and hatreds are just a dream. The poor monk now has a clear heart that it is all the credit of the benefactor. ”

Bingyang smiled faintly, and also waved to the Yasha: "It's just touching the sadness in the master's words, and it's just a feeling." Bingyang squeezed his eyes at Yaksha, and said, "I think the master has an elegant temperament, and he must be a person who reads." Wouldn't it be that the master was once unsatisfactory in his career and was therefore depressed and confused?"

Yaksha shook his head and said, "Far from being unsatisfactory to me, my career is unusually smooth. At the age of 16, I was selected by the township examination, and at the age of 19, I participated in the Spring Festival, and I was ranked 13th in the first class. Before he was twenty-five years old, he was appointed as a doctor of the Sipin Hanlin Academy. ”

Bingyang Qi said: "Since the master's career is smooth, how can he sigh where he wants to go?"

Yaksha's gaze was a little foggy, he seemed to fall into memory, and said softly: "I used to be a poor student, and I was bullied many times when I was young. But the widow was a loving and resilient person. She worked hard and raised her young son alone. Under her wings, I can fully immerse myself in the peach blossom paradise of poetry and books. I have been studying hard for more than ten years, and although I have cut back on food and clothing, I have lived a comfortable life. My mother pointed out to me the only little girl Chunling who was subsidized by her mother's family as a child daughter-in-law. My mother and Chunling did the laundry for others and exchanged some money for me to study. At that time, the three of us supported each other and enjoyed each other. We often eat the bran vegetables that barely fill our stomachs under candlelight, but we also talk and laugh, as if tasting the delicious food of the world.

I like spring the most. In the bright spring light, Chunling and I will walk hand in hand in the yellow flower field. Chunling will also make those yellow flowers into fragrant pancakes. Those pancakes, as if they were the source of my happiness, appeared all the time in my dreams. ”

Saying this, Yaksha's eyes glistened with tears and he was quite moved.

Zi Ling, who was known as the Lower Riba Man, showed an envious expression and said, "Master, the so-called adversity sees the truth. Although you are poor, you are much happier than many people!"

Yaksha nodded, a cloudy look on his face. He continued: "But since I entered the department, it seems that I have suddenly entered a fork in the road of life. The fame of my youth made me in the limelight for a while. I suddenly went from being an unknown student to a hot baby in the eyes of dignitaries. This kind of treasure, in the eyes of those wealthy families, can be used to tie knots, marriages, and even strange goods. I soon disappeared in the endless banquet tea party under the soft grinding and hard brewing of all kinds of sons, masters, and adults.