Qingbomen Shuangcha Lane Baifu.

The moon is full and lost, the drizzle is like a veil like mist, adding a bit of sadness to the night, and the lanterns under the eaves move with the spring breeze, although it is dark, but it is deep with this winding path, it also adds a bit of poetic feeling.

The breeze seeped through the cracks in the doors and windows, blowing the candlelight and swaying, refracting the back of the woman in white on the wall, still so graceful, so graceful and beautiful, and so noble......

"If you have a chance to meet thousands of miles away, you need to go to the high place of the West Lake to find ......"

Bai Suzhen sat down in front of the table, her jade fingers brushed the hair hanging down from her shoulders, staring at the candlelight and muttering to herself, and a little gloom appeared on her beautiful face.

April 4th is Qingming, Qingming season rains, there is a fate to meet thousands of miles, need to go to the West Lake high place to find......

A spiritual light flashed from the heart, recalling the past and the peak of Mount Emei to worship Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Buddha has a total of four sentences, this is the realization in the heart.

"Sister......

Xiaoqing wore a pale cyan emerald cigarette shirt, with shaved shoulders and waist, pushed open the door and walked in, put down the tea set in her hand, and saw her sister with a long-lost smile, and her heart was also happy.

"Xiaoqing, do you remember what your sister told you about the Buddha of Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Bai Suzhen got up and lifted the lotus step lightly, walked to the window with a smile, looked at the miserable night outside the window, and asked softly.

"What my sister said is that if you have a fate to meet thousands of miles away, you need to go to the height of the West Lake to find it?"

Xiaoqing was beautiful and elegant, fluttering and smart, holding the teacup lightly and her sister, and asked suspiciously.

"April 4 is Qingming, and it rains a lot during Qingming. ”

Bai Suzhen's eyes are bright and bright, her beauty is peerless, and the graceful color of her smile is just like this Jiangnan water town, and her demeanor is as elegant as the pink lotus in the pool, and she said with a light smile on her cherry lips.

"Oh!"

Xiaoqing was also Lan Zhihui's heart, and when she heard the words, she suddenly realized, smiled like a flower, clapped her hands and said: "What Guanyin Bodhisattva said, is it not my sister's benefactor, only on the Qingming Festival, will she appear at the height of the West Lake?"

"No wonder, we've been looking for ...... for three years"

Xiaoqing has been messing around with the world for a long time, and he has no respect for the gods and Buddhas, and suddenly a sullen anger swelled up in his heart, and he said unhappily: "Guanyin Bodhisattva doesn't make it clear, we have been looking for so long, it turned out to be in vain!"

"Xiaoqing, we didn't comprehend the Bodhisattva's Buddha!"

Bai Suzhen has been taught by Li Shan's mother for a long time, and knows that Guanyin Bodhisattva is compassionate, and has the heart to take refuge in the Three Jewels, so naturally she will not let Xiaoqing "make mistakes", so she pretended to be angry and said.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"The Bodhisattva is right, my sister is right!"

Xiaoqing and Bai Suzhen are already sisters, and seeing that her sister is displeased, she stepped forward and joked with a smile: "Sister, next year's Qingming Festival, Qing'er will accompany you to the West Lake to find your life-saving benefactor." ”

Bai Suzhen shook her head with a smile, knowing her sister's temperament is not a day, it is not something that can be changed in a few words, only slowly persuaded in the future.

"Qing'er, do you want to look for that little man tonight to learn martial arts?"

Bai Suzhen sipped the fragrant tea, the curling tea fragrance lingered between her teeth, remembering the clear-eyed scholar last night, and asked: "That Xiaolang cures the sick and saves people, it can be seen that his nature is pure, you don't want to hurt him." ”

"Sister, you should rest in peace earlier, Xiaoqing knows. ”

After that, Xiaoqing helped Bai Suzhen to sit down, chatted about some interesting things she saw in the world, and then got up and left.

In the middle of menstruation, the clouds and the moonlight are more ethereal, the breeze comes slowly, and in the dead of night in Qiantang County, only the sound of the bamboo pole is more clear, this is a quiet night......

On the eaves of the Xu family, under the moonlight, the emaciated figure was even more lonely, perhaps because he had not drunk for many years, Xu Xian was rarely interested tonight, and the pot of wine in his hand was less than half.

"Thousands of miles with the waves, where there is no moon in the spring river......"

Looking at the full moon in the night, a lonely mood spontaneously emerged, the former Embroidery Jade Valley Flower Shifting Palace, the distant Emei Immortal Gate, the faces of one woman after another emerged from his heart, Xu Xian whispered to himself.

"Xiaolangzhong, a person drinks stuffy wine......"

A veil-like smoke drifted in, and the beautiful and elegant, fluttering woman, already holding two sheathed long swords, appeared on the eaves.

Since Xu Xian knows that this woman is a "green snake", he will not be stunned, Rao is "Ming Yugong" is successful, he can listen to the sound of flying flowers and falling leaves within a hundred zhang, and it is difficult to know when the little green girl will come and when she will go.

What's more, since Xu Xian is not afraid of the erasure of the system, he just wants to spend this life in peace and joy, what about the demons?

"If the girl doesn't like to drink cheaply, why don't you drink together?"

Xu Xian looked back at this fluttering and agile woman, and the indescribably beautiful and pretty under the moonlight, far better than the vulgar powder she saw on weekdays, and said with a smile.

The young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, his eyes are extremely clear, and his smile is still as warm as a spring breeze, which is unbearable to criticize.

"Come with me!"

Xiaoqing has been fighting with the world for many years, and the five ghosts are all "rude", it is rare to meet such an interesting teenager who is not weak in martial arts, not to mention, since he wants to learn martial arts, this place is not a place to fight.

On tiptoe to the eaves, his body was like light smoke floating, and a faint Wu Nong's soft words sounded here, and his delicate figure had disappeared into the night.

Since there was the sound of clothes, Xu Xian followed, tiptoe a little eaves, and his body rose in the air like a wild goose, as if floating away in the void.

Although "Seven Styles of the Flower God" is a martial art in the world, it contains the essence of martial arts of various schools, and it is even more unbeatable in the world with light skills.

Under the moonlight, Cen Biqing wore Luo Qun's clothes fluttering, and her body walked forward like light smoke, sometimes deliberately borrowing strength from the eaves or treetops, and went straight out of Qiantang County and went straight to the shore of the West Lake.

The drizzle is miserable, the moonlight is hazy, the artemisia grass on the shore of the West Lake is swaying in the wind, and there are more pleasure boats and official boats in the lake in the far distance, which are brightly lit, and there are the sound of silk and bamboo and the sound of women's laughter.

If you want to compare West Lake to Xizi, light makeup is always appropriate.

The beautiful scenery of the West Lake is famous all over the world, attracting people from all over the world to linger here, so the government has funded the construction of many pavilions for visitors to rest here.

Cen Biqing floated here, and stopped with two sheathed swords in the moon exploration pavilion, looking at the drizzling moonlight of the West Lake, and drinking and competing with the West Lake for a while, his heart was very comfortable.

"Girl......"

Xu Xian performed light skills and followed closely, bowed his hand to the outside of the Moon Exploration Pavilion, and then stepped into the pavilion, looking at the cruise ship painting boat in the distance, and the graceful and delicate "Green Snake" in the night, and said lightly.

"Xiao Langzhong, go on!"

Cen Biqing raised his sleeves and threw it, and the sheathed long sword buzzed and broke through the air, but it contained the strength of one heart, and he tried it again.

As far as Cen Biqing is concerned, learning martial arts with this Xiaolang in Qingyutang is just to talk about loneliness, not to fight for victory, after all, his own nearly 800-year-old Taoism is also common.

Xu Xian's body is like a lotus leaf waving in the wind, and his single palm seems to be virtual and solid, after sticking to this sheathed long sword, he unloaded this force in a single turn, and his clothes fluttered, and his face with clear eyebrows was still not happy or sad, and he was calm.

"If the girl doesn't like it, please have a drink!"

Xu Xian raised the wine jar in his hand, threw the wine jar over with a single palm, and said with a gentle smile.

"Xiao Langzhong, what is your surname?"

Cen Biqing saw that this young man was dashing out of the dust, without the smell of fireworks of worldly people, and her good feeling regained in her heart, and after taking a few sips of thin wine, she asked.

"Pingshui meets, scattered in the west and east ......"

Xu Xian held the sheathed long sword on his chest, slowly pulled out the cold sword body, and his face immediately turned cold, forcing him to look at the graceful "little green girl", and said indifferently: "The sword has no eyes, the girl is careful!"

Rejecting people thousands of miles away, it is Xu Xian's mind, and he will no longer share his name with Xiaoqing Girl, and there will be an intersection in the future, I just hope that after today's defeat, there will be no time to see each other.

Under the hazy moonlight, in the miserable drizzle, this young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes had a cold face, changed his past gentleness, holding a long sword and pointing obliquely at the West Lake, frost began to appear under his feet, and dust drifted out of the breeze.