That night, in the cold wind on the top of the cliff, she begged Hei Impermanence to let go of the King of Broken Mountain and exchange her secret. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What's the secret?

Maybe she wants to tell Black Impermanence that she is the righteous daughter of the Snake King.

Maybe she wants to tell Black Impermanence what her real name is.

That day, by the deep pool, she had won one thing about Black Impermanence, saying that she would let Black Impermanence do it soon.

What is this matter?

It will definitely not be by the East China Sea, and he wants Hei Wuchang to kill her with his own hands.

It will definitely not be when he is dying, he will let go of his adoptive father.

That night, on the bank of the cold water stream, she once said to the black impermanence with a bitter face that she was afraid.

What exactly is she afraid of?

It will definitely not be afraid of death, because she is a brave person.

It will definitely not be for fear that Hei Bai Jun will know her true identity and blame her, because she knows that they always spoil her.

She is the only one who knows these answers.

But she will never be able to say it.

No one will know about it anymore.

Every day, there are countless answers, quietly disappearing from the world.

With the soul, farewell.

Regret is the greatest suffering in life, but also the greatest charm of life.

Life is incomplete if there are no regrets.

Nai He Bridge, ancient vicissitudes.

The black stone is paved, and the stone is covered with ice.

There are no railings on the bridge, one step at a time, one step at a time, one heart at a time.

Be careful not to fall into the river.

However, under the bridge, the Lethe River.

There is no river in the Lechuan River.

Bone made of the bed blood flowed.

Copper snakes and iron dogs compete for each other.

One step slips, the skin and bones separate, and the flesh is made into blood.

This is the Nai He Bridge, what can it do to you, who can you help?

On weekdays, when you cross the Nai He Bridge, no one cares about you, and you ask for more blessings.

When you cross the Nai He Bridge today, not only will someone take care of you, but you will not be able to fall.

An iron rope through thousands of ghosts.

The iron ring is like a hook, hooking the bones and flesh of the pipa.

Heijun Impermanence stood on the east side of the bridge.

Half-leaf feather fan, melting the ice on the stone.

The warm breeze sends spring, and the God of Wealth welcomes the eight directions with a smile.

Bai Jun stood impermanently on the west side of the bridge.

From east to west, the ghosts were terrified and crossed the bridge.

A line between east and west, walking through a million ghosts.

In life, some people are things, and some people are not things.

It doesn't matter if you're a thing or not, when you get here, you have to be the god of wealth first.

"Come on, come on, line up, come this way first. ”

Gently shaking the feather fan and walking leisurely, Bai Jun attracted a group of ghosts who crossed the bridge.

Lead them to a stone table.

The stone table was as high as a hill, and it hung down a couplet.

The white paper is written in red and white, crooked.

Shanglian: Give money, capital crimes are inevitable.

Downlink: No money, living is uncomfortable.

Horizontal batch: oil pan grinding plate.

"The literate read it to the illiterate. ”

The ghosts immediately talked about it, and some of them had heard the cruelty of the oil pot grinding plate in the sun, and they even cried loudly.

If you want to run, there is a chain that locks the pipa bone, and you can't move half a step.

Hula fell to his knees, begging Lord Impermanence to spare his life.

Seeing that the ghosts were frightened, Bai Jun nodded and smiled, and pointed out a clear way to the ghosts: "The couplet is very clear, as long as the money is enough, you can not be punished." ”

Pointing to the left side of the stone table with a feather fan, he said loudly: "If you are willing to pay for it, put the money here, you can atone for some of the sins you have done in the world, and I will take you to Yangguan Avenue." ”

After the blackmail, he added: "If you feel that you have a clear conscience in the world, you can also give nothing." With a sneer, he said again: "You can give it a try." ”

Try?

Who would dare to try?

As long as there is money and things on the body, they all turn it out immediately.

The rope was withdrawn, and the ghosts who had taken out the money ran to the left of the stone table, and threw the money into the pile of money, which had already been piled up into a hill.

Nodding with satisfaction, Bai Wuchang smiled: "Those who have given money, line up, report your name to the stone table, and record the roster one by one." ”

After saying this, Bai Jun shook his fan, floated up in the air, and landed on the top of the stone table.

Behind the stone table sat the Ghost Guard, red-haired and sweaty, writing down the names of the ghosts.

The recorded names are piled up endlessly, taller than the mountains.

The work is tiring, but the people are full of joy, and their eyes are shining with gold.

"Lord Menji, the money collected in the past few days is enough to compensate you for the city gate?"

"Enough, enough, enough to build a few more Fengdu cities, thanks to the white ghost for making the lord around, so that my business in the underworld is prosperous." ”

As long as you have the money, the Moji is no longer the ghost who talks about fighting and killing.

Untied the wine gourd tied in the silk silk around his waist, Bai Jun took a sip and nodded slightly to Mensi: "Only Lord Mensi has recorded the roster here, if the pen is crooked, no one will see it...... It can also be given less to the criminal officer who can't help. ”

As soon as the words fell, the door ghost guard immediately paused his pen and ink, squinted at Bai Jun, and grinned: "I'm greedy, but one is one, two is two, the white ghost makes the lord don't make fun of me." ”

I know that even if I don't break it myself, the ghost door division doesn't know how much I've hidden, but I don't have the courage to say it to others.

Putting away the wine gourd, Bai Jun chuckled: "When I was drunk, I talked nonsense, and I forgot what I said in a blink of an eye, which is the benefit of drinking." ”

The voice of the registration words at the bottom gradually thinned, Bai Jun wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at the boundless ghosts on the bridge, and sighed: "I haven't returned to the underworld for a few months, and there are endless lonely shadows and wild ghosts, I have to take the next batch again." ”

After sighing, leave the stone table and go to the east of the bridge.

The cold wind east of the bridge, black impermanence stands in the wind.

Endless ghosts with iron ropes.

Bai Wuchang floated down, looked back at the mountains of gold, silver and jade on the left side of the stone table, and said softly: "Master, if you don't feed this group of Fengdu ghost officials who have no money and are not happy, we don't know what year and month we will be investigated for the matter of reversing the underworld." ”

Silent and let him say, am I afraid that people will be held accountable?

It's just that I thought of the first appointment of the ghost, and I didn't want to fight in the underworld, which implicated the old people.

I don't want the ghosts and demons in the yang world to scatter and harm the world.

The cold heart, unconsciously, became worried.

I don't know what Black Impermanence was thinking, but he finally stopped smashing the evil ghosts and gave them a chance to reincarnate.

This trip through the world, I have experienced the bitterness of the people, and life is not easy.

The master is the master after all, and when he doesn't want to pay attention to people, he won't give anyone face, and he won't hear a word of his response.

With a wry smile, Bai Wuchang sighed, squeezed through the ghosts, and said to himself: "I said earlier that I would widen the bridge a little bit, but now that I have come to trade, I know how narrow this bridge is, and the people who are crowded can't get off the ......."

The words were broken, and the people had arrived at Qiaoxi and continued to extort money.

The day is fleeting.

I can't count how many souls have been induced, and how much gold and silver have been gathered.

I can't count how many beasts have been reincarnated, and how many hells I have fallen.

Finally sent away the last group of ghosts, Bai Wuchang twisted his sore neck and looked at the east of the bridge, where the young master was gone.

Ghosts and shadows, this is the consistent style of black impermanence.

Since he took over the position of Heijun, Fengdu's ghost envoy Heifu has never lived.

However, the ghost makes Baifu feel comfortable.

Step by step, the eyes are full of messes, scattered in all directions, and there is wine everywhere.

Gourds, thin pots, black altars, skins, although they are in the underworld, this is a paradise for drunkards.

As if he was so tired that his bones were about to fall apart, he sat down on the chair.

There is a white jade thin pot on the table, which is gently lifted and the spout is turned upside down.

The clear liquor poured out like an arrow of water onto the tongue of the white impermanence.

Drinking a pot of wine in one go, soaking through his clothes, he burped two wine contentedly, and said with a soft smile: "Godmother, since you are here, why don't you drink it differently?"

Hearing a cold laugh, candles lit everywhere.

The candle flame flickered, reflecting the Baijun Mansion.

A figure appeared from the dark depths, and when the candle flame flickered, the light and darkness were staggered, making her more enchanting and stunning.

He didn't get up, just collapsed in his chair and watched her slowly approach.

She took the empty jug, shook it three times, took the wine glass, and tilted the spout slightly.

Obviously, Bai Wuchang had drunk all the wine in the pot, and in her hands, the wine syrup was poured out again.

The elixir is full of aroma.

Folded her legs, she sat down like an orchid.

The jade cup is close to the red lips, and it is the most beautiful drink.

After appreciating the wine, she frowned slightly: "Ghost treacherous, how do you know I'm here?"

Untied the gourd on his waist casually, Bai Wuchang drank with her: "Godmother, although my house is scattered, it is orderly in the chaos, last night, I sat on the same chair and drank the same pot of wine." ”

After another sip, he made his words clear: "I am used to carrying the wine pot in my left hand, and when I lifted the pot again this time, I found that the position of the handle of the pot had changed, if I still don't know that my godmother is here, am I still worthy of being my godmother's godson?"

Be smart, and when you actually drink, you should also remember these many details.

Mingyan smiled, Meng Nu nodded, and then asked: "Even if the position of the pot handle changes, maybe someone else is doing it, how do you know that it must be me?"

Hearing Meng Nu ask, Bai Wuchang clapped his hands and laughed, leaned forward and back, and replied unevenly: "What I said just now, did the godmother really believe it?" In fact, I smelled the fragrance of the godmother, and I knew that the godmother was here. ”

Staring at him closely, one sentence of truth and three sentences of falsehood.

No longer entangled with him about these useless efforts, Meng Nu snorted coldly: "Your good idea, you really did my Fengdu Difu as a deal." ”

"Actually, it's no different, I used to ask for money secretly, but now I knock money on the surface, and the money is in the account book, which is clearer and clearer. ”

Dealing with Meng Nu with nonsense, Bai Wuchang smiled again: "Fengdu has built a new city gate, Sen Luo has changed the amount of Jinbian, now everyone in the underworld is full of fine clothes and food, and there is luxury everywhere, Boss Yan has made a fortune, you can squander it at will, what's wrong?"

Speaking of this, she suddenly paused, looked at Meng Nu with questioning eyes, and showed a wicked smile: "Godmother, I haven't asked you yet, that night, did you really give Boss Yan a sweetness?"

Splashing him with wine, Meng Nu sneered: "You have a pair of thief ears, should you inquire about this kind of thing?"

Looking at Meng Nu's cold face, Bai Wuchang shook his head: "Sweetness, this word is the most tricky, grapes are sweet, honeydew melons are sweet, pears are sweet, there are thousands of sweet things in the world, whatever you give him, you can use it as sweetness." ”

After saying that, he sat up straight, leaned his face close to Meng Nu, smiled and asked, "Godmother, you say, am I right?"

Looking at his drunken eyes, who seemed to be able to understand people's hearts, Meng Nu finally smiled: "Your ability to mess around is almost better than mine." ”