The white-haired and white-eyed old man Li is like a snow lion, so he puts his hands behind his back and stands on the corridor at will, and the boundless momentum rolls head-on, waiting for the determination to come to him, but it is like snow flying away. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

When the chill approached, Qingyang hugged his fist.

Li Shenghuai said with a smile: "Since a few days ago, I asked the little girl to invite Mr., and Li Mou looked left and right, lest Mr. Something would not come, and I was even more afraid that the little girl would not know the etiquette and collide with Mr. Now it seems that Mr. is a word, and his demeanor is better than in the past, but it is Li, the years are not forgiving, the old ball!"

"The old man is polite. ”

Mr. Li is very honored to come! Mr. often travels abroad, and he is also a well-informed person, so it is better to choose a day than to hit the day, and today is just to introduce a few friends on the rivers and lakes for Mr. ”

Li Shenghuai walked down the steps, his steps were as heavy as Mount Tai, but he landed silently, his figure was extremely tall, standing in front of Qingyang, half a head taller than Qingyang, people were also careful, seeing that Qingyang was going to raise his head slightly, he inadvertently took half a step back, so as to make the two equal, showing the demeanor of a respected old-timer.

There is only one courtyard in the back garden, and out of the corridor is the main hall.

When they arrived here, the hunchbacked old man and the little girl in Tsing Yi did not follow anymore, and Qingyang and Li Shenghuai walked towards the hall. There are fifty steps from the corridor to the hall, and there are two locust trees planted on both sides of the straight bluestone road, because it is a cold winter, even if there is no wind, it is also sluggish, and a few leaves fall from time to time.

When the footsteps fall on the crisp locust leaves, it is easy to make a sound. Li Shenghuai has thick boots on his feet, and Qingyang is a pair of mille-feuille cloth shoes.

Li Shenghuai looked at Qingyang's round scissor shoes, and his eyes shrank slightly.

Qingyang seems to have not been seen.

Entering the hall, it is even quieter, the hall is extremely wide, and there is a huge table of eight immortals in the middle.

There are people in the seat, a monk, a monk, a layman, a child, an old woman, and a delicate beauty.

There is no one in the east, and the old monk with white hair sits on the head of the west, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his appearance is settled. The middle-aged Taoist sat at the bottom of the west head, dressed in a blue-collared robe on a yellow background, embroidered Fuxi gossip on the left and right plackets, with a strong smile on his face, but his attitude was cold.

On the bench to the south squatted a little boy in pink makeup, with braids on his head, a silver collar around his neck, and two small golden bells tied around his chubby wrists. On such a cold day, he had a bare ass and a red belly pocket, no wonder his little mouth was frozen purple.

Under the head of the child, leaning crookedly against a young man, this young man is extremely handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, holding a peach blossom beauty fan in his hand. And this dark fragrance came from the opposite side of him, of course, not the pock-faced old woman, but the stunning beauty.

The beauty is beautiful, clear and graceful.

The stunning beauty combed her fallen horse bun, wearing the palace clothes of that generation, there was no wind in the room, but the corners of her skirt and silk ribbon were slowly drifting, like a fairy walking in the clouds, hazy, but the smile on the corner of her mouth was full of charm. Compete with the old woman in her body, one in the sky and the other underground.

The old woman's face was full of wrinkles, like an August courgette, wrinkled, but it was a natural pair with the hunchbacked old man.

This group of people, old and young, men and women, gathered around the table of eight immortals that was missing, as if they were waiting for someone, and they seemed to be performing a silent pantomime. When Li Shenghuai and Qingyang stepped into the hall, everyone was still themselves, and no one paid attention to them. Li Shenghuai didn't care, and immediately introduced Qingyang to everyone.

The old monk smiled slowly, on his face as simple as a bell.

The middle-aged Taoist sat down like a mountain and nodded.

The red belly pocket seems to be not interested in Qingyang, and has been playing with the golden bell on his wrist, the ringing is faint and drilling.

When the old woman saw Qingyang, her face trembled. When Qingyang passed by her side, a wisp of cold incense soaked, making people feel like they were in a cold ice cellar, and her slender and tender fingers also poked over, wanting to poke Qingyang, but poked a cucumber wine gourd.

Just as cold.

"Mr. Qingyang, Mr. died first, but I don't know, when will Mr. die?"

The east head is respected, Li Shenghuai is the master, and he should sit on the main seat, and Qingyang was also invited by him to the east head. As soon as Qingyang Fang sat down, the young man who had been smiling all the time spoke, with a gentle expression, shaking his fan tepidly, but his words were aggressive.

"When Qingyang will die, Qingyang doesn't know, but Qingyang knows that you are dying!" Qingyang looked at Bai Chengfeng from Xiangxi and said seriously. This person is full of life, and in that death, there is a hidden hostility towards Qingyang, and he has been aware of it since he came in.

"Haha......" Bai Chengfeng was not annoyed, but smiled nonchalantly.

"People will eventually die, dare to ask Mr., I don't know when the old man will die?" The gloomy voice sounded, as if holding an iron spoon to scrape the pot back and forth, which was extremely unpleasant.

It was the old woman who spoke, she happened to sit diagonally opposite Qingyang, she didn't look carefully, and now she looked at it, laughing with her mouth split, with the twitching of the corners of her mouth, the pockmarks on her face seemed to come to life, and she was squirming under the gray-brown skin. This is no longer the word "ugly" to describe, Qingyang sighed: "How is it different from death?"

"Hmph!" the old woman snorted coldly and glanced at Li Shenghuai.

"This gentleman, it's really interesting, but I don't know ...... slave family" The stunning beauty smiled, her bright eyes picked up Qingyang, and she was about to ask when she would die.

"Sir, the auspicious time has come. But at this moment, the voice of the hunchbacked old man sounded outside the door.

Arrived in time, Li Shenghuai stood up, said a double of his voice, and walked to the front yard. As soon as he left, the atmosphere in the room was even more weird, there were seven people in the room, including Qingyang, everyone had different backgrounds, and they all had their own concerns.

The old monk was single-minded, forgetting foreign affairs, Qingyang just listened to Li Shenghuai's introduction, the old monk from the Central Plains White Horse Temple, the law name Xuanming, is practicing a Buddhist supernatural power, said to be a closed Zen, a closed is twenty years. The Taoist priest is a Zhengyi sect, his name is Zhang Zongyue, and he looks quite quiet, but he will glance at Qingyang from time to time. The old woman is a Miao person, the people in the rivers and lakes are called Wuhua Mother-in-law, and she is also a highly respected figure, Shu is adjacent to Miao Jiang, and Qingyang has also been to Miao Yu, but she has not heard of this person.

As for the red-bellied little kid, his origin is the most mysterious, Li Shenghuai only said that he was the son of the old man, without mentioning his name. And that stunning beauty's surname is Xu, which is indeed too beautiful to speak, but it is faint and cold, and it is cold and infiltrating. All in all, this room of people, Qingyang feels that except for himself, I am afraid it is not simple.

Of course, in the eyes of others, he is not simple.

"Crackling, crackling......"

Suddenly, there was a shocking sound of firecrackers outside, Monk Xuanming's eyebrows jumped, Zhang Zongyue's sword hairpin trembled, and at that moment, Qingyang leaned sideways, the wine gourd on his waist shook, Monk Xuanming's eyebrows were missing, and Zhang Zongyue's sword hairpin trembled even more.

Everything, incredibly fast.

Qingyang was calm and calm, and deducted the wine gourd, attracting everyone's eyes to look at it together.

Monk Xuanming and Zhang Zongyue sat up straight at the same time, the monk closed his eyes, and the Taoist priest frowned.

"It's strange, it's really a strange thing......" At this time, the red belly pocket stopped pulling the hand of the bell, and his voice was as hoarse as a cymbal, and he was by no means a three-year-old naughty child.

Everyone was not surprised, Bai Chengfeng shook his fan and smiled: "What's so strange about this, it's just a broken wine bottle." ”

The red belly sneered: "The things in the pool only know the water of the pond." Even if you stared at you, you were just a toad jumping on the leaves, how could others look at you. As he spoke, he picked his eyes and looked at the stunning beauty that Bai Chengfeng had been staring at.

"Hehe, my little brother is really good at talking, come, let my sister hug ......"

The stunning beauty smiled and stretched out her hands lazily.

Who knows, the red belly pocket jumped from one end of the bench to the other as if he had seen a poisonous scorpion, and said coldly: "Stay away from Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is afraid of your hands, they stink to death!"

The stunning beauty said aggrievedly: "Little brother, is my sister so terrible?" In the blink of her eyes, a teardrop fell on the back of her hand, crystal clear, condensed but not dispersed.

"Beauty weeps, like a shark spitting pearls, this is a rare thing. Seeing that teardrop, Bai Chengfeng's eyes lit up.

"Then I'll send you!" the beauty burst into tears and smiled, stretching out her hand lazily to Bai Chengfeng, and the tears rolled around on the back of the mutton fat and jade tender hand, but they did not fall away.

The closer you go, the more chilly it gets, and the surface glows with a layer of blue light.

Bai Chengfeng involuntarily shrank back.

"Could it be that Lang Jun is just talking, but he is not sincere. The beauty looked at Bai Chengfeng sadly, her eyes sad.

Bai Chengfeng was stunned in his heart, but in front of everyone's eyes, he had to take it, and was about to take it with a fan, but he squinted and saw that the red belly pocket was smiling, and he immediately became ruthless and waved the peach blossom fan violently. With a "boom", you can see that the cold tears bounced on the back of the beauty's hand, and then rushed towards the red belly pocket like a meteor.

"Haha, these tears are not shed for me, Bai Chengfeng deserves it!"

"Ge Laozi, you are an immortal, Bai Chengfeng, you dare to plot against your ancestors......" Seeing that the cold tears were about to approach, the red belly pocket screamed, but his subordinates did not stop, stretched out his finger on the wrist and flicked the golden bell, only to see that the golden bell actually waved a weak and invisible yellow light, holding the cold tears that swirled around.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss......" The teardrops turned very slowly, but every time they turned, the red belly pocket looked more solemn, and secretly pinched a few magic fingers, so as to calm the boundless chill, but it was not easy to force the teardrops, so he smiled at the moment: "Strange things, I should share them with you." As he spoke, he turned his big eyes and looked at the old monk, but he had scruples in his heart, and then looked at Zhang Zongyue, thinking that he might not be able to be the enemy, and finally fixed the eyes of the black hole on the old woman.

"Mother-in-law Wuhua has been famous for decades, and let's argue, what is this!"

"The old body is already a dead man, so don't touch this thing!"

The noon sun passed through the gap in the window, shooting on the strange rotating teardrops, the blue light became more and more abundant, the cold fog rose, the people here were like being in the cold ice for thousands of years, Bai Chengfeng's fan was waving more and more slowly, the old monk's eyebrows were drooping lower and lower, Zhang Zongyue's eyes were faintly flickering, and he glanced at the big beauty obliquely, his eyebrows were twisted into the Sichuan character, and he was as stable as Mount Tai when he saw the old monk, and he didn't know what he thought, and then looked at Qingyang, snorted coldly, and closed his eyes.

The beauty sits down and smiles smartly.

"Mother-in-law's eyes are like torches, why don't you argue?" The red belly laughed, and his voice changed from hoarse to immature, but it was like pinching the neck of a chicken, which made people's vests numb, and he wanted to slap him to death. When he spoke, he didn't see how he moved, and the cold tears fluttered towards the old woman.

"Poof!"

Just when the cold tears were close to the heart of the old woman's eyebrows, the old woman moved, turned her dry palm, and shot out a green light from the wrist sleeve, straight up, and the two compartments were connected, only to see the green light jerk violently, and the cold tears flew upside down. At the same time, the green mangs burst open, spilling blood. On the table of the Eight Immortals, there is already a small snake with a broken tail, which is bending and struggling. The old woman glared at the red belly pocket gloomily, grabbed the remnant snake and stuffed it into her mouth, and crunched and chewed it.

The remnants of blood are overflowing, and the yellow teeth are clear.

But no one looked at her, because the tear was still on the way.

"It's just a lonely ghost!"

Zhang Zongyue frowned, the sword hairpin on his bun trembled suddenly, and the cold tears had already floated in front of him, but as if he had encountered a wall, he quickly turned over and floated towards the old monk. Monk Xuanming closed his eyes, and his long eyebrows were curled up with bitterness and hatred, just like a soft whip slanting obliquely, and the old monk's eyebrows were one less.

"Whoosh!"

Cold tears rushed to Qingyang.

The air around him had condensed into frost and snow, and that moment was like a century, long and cold, his clothes had condensed, his pores had knotted, and even his breath had turned into snow. For some reason, everyone stared at Qingyang, and when they saw Qingyang being sealed, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Old monks and Taoist priests are no exception.

But it was this breath that Qingyang woke up, his wrist was slowly raised, inch by inch, the ice and snow all over his body cracked silently, slowly spread out his palm, and gently fanned according to the cold tears, only to see that there seemed to be traction in the dark, and the tears floated to the cucumber wine gourd in the other hand, turned around at the mouth of the gourd, and dripped into it.

After that, he raised the wine gourd, and drank it with his neck tilted to the stares of astonishment.

"Stinky!"

"Hahaha, everyone, I've been waiting for ...... for a long time."

Outside the door, Li Shenghuai's hearty laughter came......