There was a lot of fog in front of me, and it was night, so visibility was low. Yiyun thought about it, and sat down cross-legged, at this time, the clearest choice is to brake quietly and wait for the rabbit to die.

"Whew!"

Sure enough, a strong wind swept down, and Yiyun turned the peachwood sword and went up to meet it, and then there was a scream, followed by a sparse spilling sound.

The fog quickly dissipated, and when I looked there, the peony demonized into a woman dressed in palace. Her body trembled violently, and the pair of steep peaks on her chest swayed. Yiyun, who was originally calm, became hot in the brain, which was obviously a precursor to the brain of the sperm worm: Nima! It's so big, so white! Do you want to pretend to help her up? Then, her hand rubbed a few times carelessly, so she shouldn't mind.

The corners of Yiyun's mouth flashed with a smile, and his obscene little eyes narrowed into a slit.

Before Yiyun could put her imagination into action, the woman staggered and fell to the ground, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth.

Looking around, fortunately, the men and women in the free shelling positions on the campus are still fighting on their own, otherwise they would definitely take action when they see such a woman falling there.

(Onlookers A, B, C and D protested one after another: We have a fight! This is practicing the knowledge of physiology and hygiene...... ）

"Tick ......"

After the woman's bright red blood dripped to the ground, there were ripples on the grass, as if they were dripping onto the calm water.

After thinking about it, Yiyun took out the inner bead of the river mussel and threw it over, and after the inner bamboo was stained with the blood of the peony demon, it immediately released a soft milky white halo.

Blood, tears are the medium that best contains deep memories.

The scenes were then shown in rotation:

The quaint courtyard, the winding path is secluded, a green peony flower grows in the corner of the wall, the whole body is glowing with golden light, the buds are one by one, and the stamens are purple.

Under the bright moonlight, the stamens of the peony flower did not hang low, but rose abnormally high.

Lonely and green low to the rain, away from the wind and scattered with the wind. It was still melancholy when it landed, not to mention floating in the dirt.

Green waves of spring water, jade clean dust.

Just after dusk, a large dark cloud drifted in, and the sky was terrifyingly dark. Suddenly lightning and thunder roared, and it rained heavily.

One after another thunderbolts fell, the peony was crumbling, and half of its roots were burned.

A hundred years of catastrophe, psychic should meet.

At this time, it is still unable to move, and in the depths of such a courtyard, there is nothing to rely on, and it seems that this catastrophe cannot be passed. The peony hangs low, and the stamens and leaves are decaying.

Just when this monster was in despair.

"Bang ......"

A string of dense rain knocking on the oil paper sounds, like a handful of gold beads falling on a jade plate.

A thin figure in a green shirt held a tattered oil umbrella and approached Peony. The thunder that was about to fall from the sky rumbled in the distance.

"It's raining, it's thundering, it's a half-scorched green jade peony flower. The man looked up at the sky and let out a few exclamations.

He took the flower hoe and carefully cut the peony flowers out of the ground, gently removing the burnt roots. took off his robe, wrapped the peony flower, hugged him in his arms and left.

As soon as the man left, several thunderbolts thundered down from the original location of the peony.

"Today, fortunately, I found such a good thing in this abandoned old garden. The man stroked the peony in his arms, and he was in a happy mood.

The clay pot of black mud placed the dying peony in front of the windowsill of the study, and the man twisted his pen and ink and wrote two words on its only remaining branches and leaves: Feiyu.

This simple study, this green peony scorched by thunder, is all he has since he arrived in Chang'an.

As soon as he arrived in the imperial capital, he encountered such weather, which made him feel very emotional, listening to the thunder and wind and rain in the window, he put pen to paper: "Peony Fang, Peony Fang, Golden Rui Blooming Red Jade Room." Thousands of pieces of red Yingxia are rotten, and hundreds of branches are lit up brilliantly. According to the ground, the splendid section is opened, and the wind does not form an orchid musk sac. The fairy tree is white and colorless, and the queen mother's peach blossom is small and not fragrant. The dew is light and purple, and the morning sun shines red. The shades of red and purple are low. Yingye is amorous and shy face, and the bush is weak and drunk. ......”

After writing a poem, I took the wine jar and drank it, and fell asleep drunk at the desk.

At this time, the peony stretched out the trembling branch and closed the window for him.

Abandon the wind and rain outside the house, just add fragrance to your red sleeves. From that moment on, it carved the name "Feiyu" into the roots.

According to the custom of that era, he took his poems to pay homage to many famous people. When many people saw him, they were either frightened or ridiculed because of his ugly appearance.

Some people even laughed at him: "The price of rice is expensive, and it is not easy to live at home, Your Excellency's dignity is not amazing, but you can go to the temple to help people scare ghosts, haha!"

He stared blankly at the peony, and the dew on the petals still reflected his ugly appearance.

If there is no Pan An and Song Yuxiang, even if it is a poem that has become a ghost and a god, what would it be? It's just a joke to add: Do you know why his poems have become shocking and his poems have become ghosts and gods? That's because he is so ugly and scared!

But the appearance was born to parents, and the world is so big, can't we really find a Bole who doesn't judge people by their appearance? He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the peony that was already flourishing, and whispered in his mouth: "The green peony in front of the melancholy window, there are only two branches in the evening." The wind in the Ming Dynasty should blow out, and the night will be red to see the fire. ”

As soon as the poem was completed, a beautiful smile flashed on his strange ugly face, and he didn't know that the green peony that looked at him trembled with its branches, not because of the wind, but because of the heartbeat.

Watching him not give up again and again, disappointed again and again. The head is full of green silk and turns into white hair, and the sturdy body is becoming more and more rickety, and he has spent his youth in his twilight of old age.

walked in all directions with the text, but they all returned with feathers.

He was full of exhaustion, and laughed at Feiyu drinking: "In my life, I am destined to be unable to do anything." The world judges people by their appearance. My parents, who were exposed to my body, denied my talent because of my ugly appearance. Haha, in this world, where do you have to go to find someone who really understands me and knows me?"

Feiyu shook desperately, but only the petals fell from the sky.

In the rain of green petals, he was drunk and moaned: "There is only Xizi in the peerless generation, and all the flowers are only peonies." There is a laurel in the middle of the moon, and the sky is full of quaran. The night is full of golden waves, and the jade dew is remnant. Sex should be light, and it is fundamentally Langyu. Thousands of dazzling pieces, Ling Fengqi at one end. ......”

As soon as the poem was finished, he fell asleep drunk among the petals, and the half-human Feiyu brought him a torn quilt and covered it.

When he woke up the next day, he looked at the petals all over the ground and the quilt on his body, and after being a little surprised, he looked up to the sky and laughed and went out.

The despair in that laughter, the sadness in that laughter, made Feiyu feel deeply.

The world was helpless, and he never came back.

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