Spring and autumn come and go without a trace, green leaves are born without a trace, and in the snap of a finger, six years have passed, like a white horse passing through a gap.

Outside the ancient town of Qinglin, around the small temple that has been renovated and slightly majestic, the ethereal and crisp piano sound is melodious and tactful, lingering.

On the ground in front of the small temple, a path paved by a piece of smooth bluestone slabs leads straight to Qinglin Ancient Town, two red wooden doors are opened, the walls around the small temple are all painted blue-gray, and the dark gray tiles on the roof and eaves are lined up one after another, according to Wei Shisan's words, it is beautiful.

A cyan figure danced in front of the temple, a peach wood sword in his hand strung a string of emerald green leaves, the soles of his feet stomped on the bluestone slab, jumped up, and then the toes of his toes on the trunk of the thick tree Ling Bo a little, the wooden sword swept, and the treetops fell a piece of emerald green leaves.

The black simple boots fell on the bluestone slab, Wei Shisan drooped his head decadently, his delicate face was covered by messy hair, and he muttered: "Lao Dao is so powerful, the thunder in the sky can be annihilated, why can I only string leaves? Yan Zhen, tell me, what's going on?" As he spoke, Wei Shisan's indignant eyes fell on the white boy in front of the temple.

Yan Zhen stroked the slender fingers of the guqin and stopped gently, raised his head, the handsome and fair face that girls would be jealous of appeared in the air, the shallow dimples on his face loomed, he rolled his eyes towards Wei Shisan, and said angrily: "You don't count as you enter the Dao, at most half of the realm of the Dao, and you also want to shake Tianwei?"

"Cut, I will definitely be better than that old Taoist in the future!" Wei Shisan didn't care at all about Yan Zhen's words, sat on the bamboo mat next to Yan Zhen, threw the peachwood sword in his hand on the ground, and hugged Yan Zhen's shoulder, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the piano case.

Yan Zhen angrily reached out and patted off the dirty palm that Wei Shisan had landed on his shoulder, secretly annoyed, this guy always can't remember the lesson, but that's how he gets used to it.

Wei Shisan stared at this face, which was more beautiful than a woman, shook his head boringly, and said, "You are a big man, and like your aunt, you are so particular about everything. ”

"You think everyone is like you?" Yan Zhen glanced sideways and glanced at Wei Shisan.

Wei Shisan didn't care, looking at the dimples that appeared slightly on Yan Zhen's cheeks, his eyes rolled around, as if he had thought of something, and then he smiled, and joked: "There are so many people in Qinglin Town who like Yan Gongzi, I don't know which one we Yan Gongzi likes?"

A few years ago, a passing Taoist priest counted a hexagram for this little white face, and bluntly said that this little white face was destined to commit a peach blossom robbery, and the latter was embarrassed and angry and beat the Taoist priest out of Qinglin Town on the spot, and threw the Taoist priest out of Qinglin Town with the Taoist priest's stall and the device of the fortune teller.

This little white-faced Yan Zhen, who looks like Pan An's pink face and peach blossoms, has come to this Qinglin Ancient Town, I don't know how many Qinglin girls have been fascinated by it, when he came at the age of twelve, countless Qinglin girls have begun to eye, just waiting for this kid to grow up, so he snatched into his boudoir, and then cooked raw rice and cooked rice for fear that he would run away?

I don't know how many Qinglin's parents are trying to prevent their daughters from seeing Yan Zhen, who is a disaster to the country and the people. It's just that I didn't expect that this matter became more and more intense, and in the end, Yan Zhen became the son of a noble man who robbed girls and women, and what was even more terrifying was that those people actually spread rumors that the former would not even let go of the old lady in his sixties and seventies, and he was taken back to Yan's mansion as a kidnapper, and this little white face was a demon in the color.

One person made a rumor, the three of them became tigers, and all the people in Qinglin knew Yan Zhen's 'notoriety', not to mention girls from then on, even those old ladies, when they saw Yan Zhen, they all wished they could grow one more leg and walk faster, for fear of being captured by this lewd thief.

Otherwise, Yan Zhen, the little white face, would not have hated the fortune-telling Taoist priest on the spot, and directly beat Qinglin Town and cut off other people's financial routes.

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Yan Zhen's mouth was as white as spring and snow, and the teeth in Yan Zhen's mouth "creaked", and his murderous gaze fell on Wei Shisan's smiling face, and suddenly burst out, and his white and slender palm slammed into Wei Shisan's chest, and the latter screamed, and his thin body flew out upside down like a kite with a broken string, and a wisp of blood fell on the bluestone slab.

"Wei Shisan, don't pretend! Hey, don't pretend, if you don't get up, I'll go back!" Looking at Wei Shisan, who fell to the ground and couldn't move, Yan Zhen shouted a few times angrily, this guy always likes to pretend to be injured and deceive himself.

After a long time, Wei Shisan was lying on the bluestone slab and still didn't move, Yan really wanted this guy to pretend to be true, stood up from the bamboo mat, patted the robe on his body, and pretended to pick up the guqin to leave, but his eyes glanced at Wei Shisan's figure without missing a trace.

Seeing that the latter did not react at all, Yan Zhen's little white face frowned slightly, and walked towards Wei Shisan with light steps, his eyes fell on the latter's pale face, and the viscous blood hanging from the corners of his mouth was clearly visible.

"Wei Thirteen, Wei Thirteen, don't pretend, I just ... I just used three... Sancheng's strength, how could you, how could you ......" As he spoke, his voice lowered, Yan Zhen's eyes became ruddy, and the mist was thick, and he was not sure if he had only used Yicheng's strength just now, nor was he sure if the latter's half-entered body could withstand his own strength.

Looking at the dying Wei Shisan, Yan Zhen bent down and bypassed under Wei Shisan's arm, and just as he wanted to use his strength to pick up the latter, he saw the latter's eyes suddenly open, grinning and revealing his white teeth.

"Ahh

Yan Zhen was taken aback by this sudden change, let out a low breath in his mouth, and threw Wei Shisan towards the bluestone slab with both hands, unexpectedly the latter suddenly hugged his white neck.

The two of them fell down in unison, and Wei Shisan was really pressed under Yan Zhen.

Looking at each other, the air around them fell silent, Yan Zhen's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and two blushes appeared on his fair cheeks, and after a while, they turned into angry looks, staring at Wei Shisan under him, glaring angrily.

Seeing Yan Zhen's eyes as if he was about to eat himself, Wei Shisan was excited, the arm around Yan Zhen's neck suddenly let go, pushed Yan Zhen away, got up on his back, ran to the temple gate and picked up the peach wood sword on the ground, turned his head and ran into the small temple along the bluestone slab.

The whole rejuvenated small temple, the ground is covered with a piece of marble, in the temple, three statues of Xu Gao are displayed in the center of the small temple, respectively, the Taoist Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, Taiqing Daode Tianzun, before the three statues, a few sparse cigarettes are inserted in the incense burner, and a few wisps of white smoke slowly float up from the top of the cigarette smoke sparks.