There are many kinds of women's eyes, which are charming, melancholy and profound, affectionate, and tender. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

You can read a lot of things in their eyes.

There are many kinds of men's looks, careless, debauched, heroic, and righteous.

There are many things that can be read in their demeanor.

As long as you have the heart to see, don't say that it is a person, even if it is a scene, it can tell you many things.

The snow marks on the ground have not melted, and they are beautiful and picturesque, and it is clear that a pair of intimate men and women have just been lying.

The woman has a green gauze and a white dress, with a pink face and a red glow, guarding the man's side.

The man is drunk and awake, his eyes are bright, and he is questioning the woman.

"Since the godmother is willing to give the judge a bargain, she has already determined that the sister is in the North Stygian Snow Mountain, do you have a credential?"

He is always like this, always leading the way with questions before answering other people's questions.

The eyebrows gathered slightly, and the woman was also smart, and there was a question in the answer: "You told me that you found the yin evil qi in the old place of the tea stall, and these yin evil qi are not from my prefecture, so I suspect that the sister is in the North Stygian Snow Mountain, did you lie to me?"

Her eyes were innocent and her expression was lonely, like a girl who had been taken on her heart.

Appreciating her pretentious hypocrisy, Bai Wuchang smiled helplessly: "Even if the old tea stall has the yin and evil atmosphere of the North Stygian Snow Mountain, it does not mean that the tea stall girl is in the Northern Styx Snow Mountain, and the godmother is not a three-year-old child, so she has no doubt that she will identify this set of statements." ”

Zhu lips opened lightly, smiled slightly, did not scrutinize his words, turned his gaze, and looked up at the snow: "This is the first thing you know?"

"The first thing, the tea stall girl must be in the North Stygian Snow Mountain, because the godmother is not a three-year-old child but pretends to be a three-year-old child. ”

"The second thing, the secret of the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain is not only related to Old Man Yan, but also to Godmother, otherwise why would Godmother pretend to be a three-year-old child?"

"The third thing, I will definitely be able to find the entrance to the North Stygian Snow Mountain, and lead the black impermanence in, and I don't have to work hard, because I can't find it, and the godmother will try her best to let me find it, this is the real intention of the godmother to pretend to be a three-year-old child. ”

Three things, he finished in one breath, his words were convincing, and he was full of confidence.

I didn't want to pretend to enjoy the snow again, turned my eyes back to look at him, and asked seriously: "How did you come up with this?

also looked back at her eyes flickering, and the corners of her mouth hung a lazy smile: "Because I'm not a three-year-old." ”

With pity in his eyes, Green Yarn stepped forward, and the slender hand held the white impermanence's face, almost begging: "The secret of the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain, don't interfere anymore, let the Black Monarch go alone." ”

Her body is fragrant, fragrant and seductive, soft and soft, and few people can escape her charm.

Staring at her, her eyes became more and more blurred, her fingers dotted the tip of her nose lovingly, and Bai Wuchang took a deep breath: "These words, they shouldn't be what you said, you are just a phantom in my brain, I want you to be there, you are here, I want you to disperse, you will disperse." ”

"Am I just a phantom?" Green Yarn looked at him ignorantly, and slowly, I saw pity, slid down my bare hand, bit my lip, and asked him: "Do you miss me now, or do you want me to disperse?"

Fingers scraped her delicate face, and Bai Wuchang let out a long sigh: "Qingqing Zijin, relax my heart." People have seen it, and they have said it, so why worry about each other?"

Why bother? It's better to go alone.

Before she had time to smile for the last time, the beauty turned into flying snow and slowly fell.

The snow is fluttering, people are relatives, and loneliness is sprinkled.

Reaching out to take a piece of snow, watching the snowflakes melt into the palm of his hand, Bai Wuchang couldn't bear it, and lowered his head and asked, "Godmother is so anxious? ”

Two sneers broke through the air, and the snow was even thicker, Meng Nu pushed the door out, her eyes were cold: "If you say too much, you will lose, she doesn't understand this truth, she deserves to die." ”

Gently wipe the snow in your palm, and feel that the world is always impermanent.

Turning her head to look at Meng Nu Qiaoli, her drunken eyes flowed: "The beauty is as promised, incarnated as Feixue, and the means of the godmother are constantly unexpected." ”

Continuous?

What does he mean?

Are you borrowing wine to mention the incident of turning into a star again?

Mingyan laughed, pretending not to hear his drunken words, and asked again in a cold voice: "The snow has fallen, what are you still doing here?"

"I'm waiting. ”

"Oh?" Meng Nu raised her eyebrows, although she was smiling, her eyes were cold: "Is there still a beautiful woman who wants to come to my courtyard?"

Lowered his head and exhaled lightly, wiped the light snow that had not melted on his brows, and looked at Meng Nu with a straight face, and there was no drunkenness between his eyebrows: "I'm waiting for my godmother to point out the entrance of the North Styx Snow Mountain." ”

Gently looking up at the night, Meng Nu's eyes were full of contempt, and the corners of her mouth flowed with disdain: "Do you really think you guessed those three things?"

Seeing Meng Nu's pride, Bai Wuchang laughed twice: "I know one more thing." ”

Walking slowly, he walked towards the courtyard gate, his back was lazy:

"It's not that she has to lose her words, it's that her godmother deliberately manipulated her to talk so much to me, just to find out what I guessed.

Unfortunately, I guessed it right.

I was afraid that I would ruin my godmother's business, and my godmother used her mouth to persuade me to retreat......"

Halfway through the words, the person walked to the courtyard gate, pushed open a crack in the door, looked back at Meng Nu's face, and then smiled: "I know that my godmother sympathizes with my hard work, and she doesn't want to bother me to run a trip, our mother and son have a deep relationship, why do you need to be so polite?"

Pushing the door wider, Bai Wuchang took a step forward, looked back and smiled: "I have an appointment with my godmother in advance, no matter how dangerous the secret of the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain is, I will definitely help my godmother this time." ”

took two steps out of the door, still refused to leave, and continued to ramble: "Even if the godmother repents and refuses to tell me the entrance to the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain, I can find it myself." ”

After saying it drunk, her eyes were blazing, and her face was full of righteousness: "Godmother let the secret of the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain wait, and the Black Monarch will arrive." ”

He was drunk and talking, and his sentences were sharp, which sounded like laughter, but the deep meaning was colder than ice and snow.

The courtyard door was finally closed by him, and a pool of wind and cold was locked.

Meng Nu looked at the lonely courtyard gate from afar, and her pretty eyes were full of cold frost.

Eventually, the snow fell and everything whited.

Whoever you help, whoever loses?

Do you think you're exquisite?

This time, I want you to be a donkey, pulling the mill around!

Making a vow of hatred, Meng Nu went back to the house with her sleeves back, isolating the snow.

It's pitch black all the way, even if you go another 10,000 years, it's still pitch black.

In the gloom where you can't see your fingers, there is a lamp burning.

The candle flame is like a bean, and it can't reflect a few points of light, but it makes people feel warm.

Because this bean candle flame is the fire of the sun, the fire of the sun in the underworld.

The nocturnal walker staggered, thinking that he had just finished drinking 800 catties of aged wine.

There are words in his mouth, and he reads it cold and long: "Black Impermanence...... The Black Monarch is impermanent...... Impermanence Black Monarch ......"

It's like crying, it's worse than the ghost cry in the graveyard.

Walking all the way, singing all the way, he never seemed to know tired.

Originally, the cold wind was unbearable, but when he took a step forward, it was even colder, and it could almost freeze people.

There was a cold in the way, and the singer did not dare to move forward, so he raised the candle lamp high, reflecting a handsome young man.

"What the hell are you singing?"

The young man's questioning is cold, and it can freeze the cold to pieces.

"The Conjuring. The person who picked up the lamp smiled flatteringly, and by getting drunk, he acted proudly: "This is the third generation of Bai Wuchang passed on to me, don't say it, it's really spiritual, no, singing and singing, I sang the master." ”

glanced at him coldly, black impermanence looked sideways, ignored him, and just waited for him to say.

Spit out a few sips of wine, burning the candle flame more brightly, Bai Wuchang stepped to the opposite side of Hei Wuchang, his eyes were drunk: "I have already taken leave with Old Man Yan, and I have also negotiated with my godmother, master, let's go on the road." ”

He was so far away that he could barely stand on his feet.

He took a step back in disgust, avoiding his mouth full of wine, and Hei Wuchang still said coldly: "Where are you going?"

"Northern Stygian Snow Mountain. Almost so drunk that he couldn't open his eyes, pointed to the sky, and smiled: "Accompany the master, go and save the tea stall girl." ”

"Northern Stygian Snow Mountain?" Hei Wuchang took a light breath: "I vaguely heard you mention it." ”

"Me?" shook his head like a sieve, and Bai Wuchang laughed drunkenly: "Impossible, impossible, such a terrible place, just reciting its name makes people feel cold, how can I hang it on my lips?"

"After the destruction of the Holy White Dragon Taizu, next to the carriage, you personally said that the fruit wine is under my care, and it is safer than hiding in the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain. ”

Fruit wine, fragrant and strong.

On the shore of the East China Sea, there used to be laughter.

Nowadays, the wine is exhausted and the people are empty.

Swallowing the sorrow, Bai Wuchang gasped, stuck out his tongue, and pretended to be cold: "I didn't expect that I could be remembered by the master with a casual sentence, and I must pay attention to my speech in the future, don't accidentally offend the master, the taste of being beaten by the iron rope, just think about it, I ......"

"Where is the North Stygian Snow Mountain?"

No longer put up with his ramblings, interrupted him.

Some people's verbosity grows into the flesh, pulling at the bones, connecting the tendons, and beating constantly.

Raised the candle light again, looked at the young master's resolute expression, and Bai Wuchang smiled drunkly: "After asking the way, the young master is going to kick me off the clouds again......, right? Sir, guess I'm going to ...... so easily."

The cold wind struck, the iron chain rattled, and a cold thing wrapped around Bai Wuchang's neck.

The frozen neck was bruised, and immediately quieted, and the wine was half awake.

Winning by force is not the wisest way, but at least it is the most effective way.

was so frightened that he knocked over the candlelight, so he could only beg for mercy again and again: "Master, even if you kill me, I won't tell you where the North Stygian Snow Mountain is, because I don't know either." ”

The residual pain of the Strange Star has not gone, and he still has to listen to his noise.

Suddenly, his hands were bruised, and the chains were locked: "Since you don't know, what's the use of me keeping you?"

"It's useful, it's useful, it's useful!" After screaming three times in a row, he coughed constantly, pulled the chain on his neck with his hand, and explained the words: "Although I don't know where the North Stygian Snow Mountain is, I know a person, he must know where the Northern Stygian Snow Mountain is, and I can take the master to find him." ”

"Who?"

His face was bruised, he was short of breath and couldn't speak, and he kept pointing at the iron rope with his fingers, his eyes full of pain.

The chain was retracted, Bai Wuchang let out a sigh, put his hands on his knees, panting like a dog, squinting at the black impermanence, and shook his head: "If you strangle me, the tea stall girl will be completely hopeless." ”

With a sneer, the chain sounded again.

A backward roll dodged, and Bai Wuchang stopped talking nonsense: "Master, let's go find this person immediately, but before looking for it, Master must bring two things." ”

"Iron ropes and mourning sticks?"

"No, no. He got up, shook the mud and snow on his body, and smiled with a wink: "It's Lan Pa, who the tea stall girl once gave to the little master to wrap plums, and the money bag that she embroidered half a camellia for the little master." ”

Seeing that Hei Wuchang's sword eyebrows were tightly locked, Bai Wuchang smiled proudly again, shook his head: "A woman's mind, you don't understand, I do." ”

Back to the world to see the vicissitudes of life, the late autumn leaves are sad.

The scorching heat has receded, the yellow leaves have turned into mud, the autumn wind is like a knife, and the earth is depressed, full of sorrow.

There is a dilapidated abandoned mill at the entrance of the village, I don't know how many years have passed, the mill has turned into rotten wood, and the stone plate has been unable to see the lines.

There was an old man sitting on the stone plate, he seemed to be older than the one who had abandoned the mill, and when the wind blew, it could take away dozens of messy hair and long beards, and he was also covered in slag.

The old man's face hadn't been washed for a long time, and the sludge had covered the wrinkles, revealing only a pair of cloudy old eyes.

The robe on his body has long been unable to see its true color, patches and patches, and I don't know how many puddings have been sewn, and the robe is as thick as a cotton jacket.

Fortunately, the robe was thicker, otherwise, it would have been taken off by the autumn wind a long time ago.

Because the old man was as thin as a bamboo pole, it was not so much that the robe was worn on him as it was on him.

is such a sloppy old man, but there are a bunch of children in front of him.

The old man was telling a story, and the children were frolicking, as if the story he was telling was completely uninteresting, but the children were reluctant to leave.

Although the chatter was noisy, the old man still told the story with relish.

After enduring for an unknown amount of time, I finally finished telling the story.

The children were as happy as the New Year, throwing off the mud in their hands, shouting and rushing to the old man, competing to stretch out their little dirty hands.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, it's all, it's all there. ”

The old man took something out of his bosom and put a piece in each of his hands.

In the light of the setting sun, it sparkles.

If you look closely, it turns out to be broken silver!

Listening to his stories, and taking the money, it is no wonder that the children were kept by him.

The children who got the silver still wanted to cheat again, and they crowded into the children's pile again.

The old man was not confused, and he was very fair, and a child could only get a piece of silver.

There were many children, and the silver was divided quickly, and every child got the silver, and when he saw that the old man no longer divided it, he immediately dispersed in a hurry.

Looking at the background of the children's running, the old man shouted hoarsely: "This time tomorrow, come back to listen to the story, and get the silver." ”

The laughter grew farther and farther away, and the children finally returned to their respective homes.

The village was full of smoke, the smell of rice wafted, and it was time for dinner.

The excitement dispersed, and the old man was lonely, unable to bear to look at the village, envious of other people's family reunions.

And he can only walk alone, dragging his old body, away from the village.

The autumn wind swept the dead leaves and blew into the old man's ragged robe, and he didn't know it, so he walked into the forest at the edge of the village.

This road seems to be so familiar to him as if he has been walking for tens of thousands of years, and he doesn't even need to open his eyes.

When he was lamenting his bleak fate, he heard someone ask nearby: "Can our brother invite his seniors to a glass of wine?"

Raising his old eyes, he saw two people standing in front of him.

A white-clothed Shengxue, hand-cranked feather fan.

A black cloth like ink, with a rope chain wrapped around his arm.

After seeing these two people clearly, the old man rolled down his tears, grabbed one in one hand, and sighed bitterly: "You are finally here!"