The fish in Shenyue Lake don't eat human flesh anymore!

The fish in the water scattered, and the smell of blood on the surface of the water was also blown away.

The technique of making the moon did not reach the extreme, and a drop of blood fell on the chrysanthemum next to it, making the elegant chrysanthemum instantly bewitching. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

King Xiaoyan and Bingzhou Taishou went up to the ninth layer, and there were only a few officials who could enter the ninth layer.

After Xiaoyanwang's trouble, the wine at this time also became indifferent.

At this time, the door was gently opened, and a shadow came, first of all, the tall snow-white breasts, and then the woman who had entertained them before.

The woman made a thousand blessings, handed the tissue paper in her hand to Li Youbai, and said softly: "Our landlord said that Li Gongzi's gift is too generous, and this wine is considered to be eaten by Yuelou." ”

Li Youbai glanced at the woman, stretched out his hand to take the tissue paper, and said, "The tired girl told you the landlord that I Li Youbai presented this love." ”

The woman owed, and turned away, she was very curious about how the two of them had eaten a drink, and became so holy, one only looked at her, and the other did not even look at her.

Men are really hard to understand sometimes!

Under the moonlit night, above the nine floors, get the top of the moon tower.

A woman chuckled and said, "Senior brother, has he come down the mountain?"

"Yes! After waiting for him for so many years, he finally came down the mountain!"

"Brother, where are we going next?" the woman asked.

The man's eyes were sharp, looking at the south, and his white hair fluttered in the moonlight, and the man said concisely and understandably: "Chang'an!"

......

Ji Chen and Mu Xiaokui bid farewell to Li Youbai on the shore of Shenyue Lake.

Li Youbai wants to continue his chivalrous journey, he wants to be a Confucian hero, and by the way, he is looking for her who lingers in his mind.

What is better than reading 10,000 books and traveling 10,000 miles, at this time it has long been left behind.

Mu Xiaokui looked at Li Youbai in the distance and asked, "Why did he suddenly lose his life? Could it be that he was caught in the bones by this cold wind?"

Ji Chen shook his head and said: "It's not the cold wind that enters the bones, it's the acacia. ”

Mu Xiaokui's eyes widened and asked, "How do you know?"

Ji Chen pursed his lips and said: "Only the three-point lovesickness can make him not greedy for cups, and can make him whisper to the moon." ”

The rain and dew are cool, borrowing the quarter moon, and looking at the cold river.

Ji Chen looked at the disappearing back and muttered, "The moon tonight has sent you!"

Neither of them felt sleepy, so they revisited the scenery they had seen and the scenery they had not seen.

The two unconsciously walked under the head of the Buddha, which was not carved and could not be regarded as a Buddha statue.

There is no trace of the axe and chisel on this Buddha's head, and it is natural and ingenious.

Ji Chen couldn't believe what kind of scene this Buddha would be on the day it was chiseled. I'm afraid that it will be another scenic spot at that time.

However, it is also possible that it is just a lonely Buddha, like the old monk who chiseled him, and he has been single for a lifetime, accompanied only by Shenyue Lake.

Who let this world only know the moon tower!

If Deyue Tower is the same as tonight, the world will never come again, but King Xiaoyan always has to leave, and the people of Bingzhou City are looking forward to the day when King Xiaoyan leaves.

When the time comes, you can go to this moon tower to take a look at the Oiran.

At this time, Ji Chen beat his chest and paused, annoyed: this Oiran hadn't seen it yet, so he left. The woman who greeted her was already a rare and superb woman in the world, so what kind of beauty should the Oiran become?

"Go up and have a look!" Ji Chen suggested.

Mu Xiaokui nodded, then stepped on the stone next to him, and grabbed the withered vine on the Buddha's head in a few jumps, but unfortunately there was no place to settle at this time, so he couldn't borrow his strength.

Ji Chen shook his head helplessly: "It's always so reckless!"

Ji Chen got up and left, came to Mu Xiaokui's side, and couldn't help but tease: "Where do you have the artistic conception of stepping on clouds, stepping on cotton is almost the same!"

Mu Xiaokui playfully stuck out her tongue.

Ji Chen stretched out his hand to take Mu Xiaokui into his arms, pulled the withered vine in his hand, rose and fell in the air for a moment, and slowly fell on the Buddha's head.

It's a little less windy here!

Ji Chen looked at Mu Xiaokui in his arms and asked, "How long do you want to hold me?"

At this time, Mu Xiaokui suddenly realized, hurriedly let go of her hand, and looked into the distance with a red face.

Seeing Mu Xiaokui like this, Ji Chen smiled and said, "Why is your face still so red?"

Mu Xiaokui was like a kitten being stepped on by the tail, and said in a slurred voice: "...... Blown by this cold wind, who told you to come here and do nothing?"

Mu Xiaokui looked at the head of the Buddha under her feet, and suddenly asked: "You said that if we stepped on the head of the Buddha like this, would we be blamed by the Buddha." ”

Ji Chen wanted to laugh after hearing this, but he couldn't help it, and then said: "The Buddha cultivators stand on the head of the Buddha, and the Buddha does not blame it, let alone those of us who do not cultivate the Buddha." ”

Looking along Ji Chen's line of sight, I saw an old monk sitting here, motionless, eternal.

Mu Xiaokui stepped on his feet and came to Ji Chen's side and asked, "Is this person alive or dead?"

Ji Chen shook his head, he didn't know that this old monk didn't have the slightest bit of anger on his body, he couldn't hear his heartbeat, and he couldn't see the ups and downs on his chest.

"There are countless lonely mounds and insects here, but there are only living people, but poor monks and two donors. The old monk slowly opened his eyes and said slowly.

The old monk is thin, the flesh and skin on his face are wrapped in bones, like a dried corpse, only his eyes are sharp, like a knife.

Ji Chen sniffed a trace of danger from the old monk, and couldn't help but get nervous.

"Little doll don't be nervous, if the poor monk really wants to make a move, you will never live until tomorrow. The old monk laughed dryly.

This old monk called him a 'little doll', no longer called a 'donor', how could it not make people nervous? But what the old monk said was that if he really wanted to make a move, Ji Chen and Mu Xiaokui would never survive the third move under him.

Most likely, it is two tricks,

One move to Ji Chen, one move to Mu Xiaokui.

Thinking of this, Ji Chen's originally tense body couldn't help but relax.

The old monk couldn't help laughing: "Your little doll is interesting, a bit of a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water." ”

Ji Chen said: "The master laughed, the juniors just think that the master is a high-ranking monk, so he is not afraid." ”

The old monk stared at Ji Chen for a moment, wanting to see Ji Chen thoroughly, Ji Chen was looked at by the old monk like this, and he always felt like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.

"Don't bring a high hat to the poor monk, if it weren't for the sake of the female doll's hand knife, the poor monk would have thrown you in Shenyue Lake a long time ago. The old monk stared at the knife in Mu Xiaokui's hand and said.

Mu Xiaokui approached the old monk and asked, "The master recognizes the knife in my hand." ”

The old monk said lightly: "The knife taken from the poor monk, how can you not recognize it." ”

The bland sentence made Ji Chen inexplicably nervous.

The old monk looked at Ji Chen and said, "Little doll, you are good at everything, but your heart is too careful, and it is not good to be like this female doll?"

Ji Chen looked at Mu Xiaokui, and shouted in his heart that he was wronged, this Mu Xiaokui didn't notice the unfathomable nature of the old monk at all, so he could be calm.

In other words, it's a big nerve.

The old monk said: "He took away the poor monk's knife, and the poor monk was willing. If there is no knife, there is no care. ”

"But you can't cut your worries without a knife!" Mu Xiaokui said calmly.

The old monk was slightly stunned, and said in a loud voice: "Yes, yes, yes, so I am here to chisel this Buddha statue." ”

The old monk likes the girl in front of him more and more.

Mu Xiaokui asked, "This Buddha statue was created by you, the master?"

The old monk said, "Otherwise, are there other old monks in this radius?"

Mu Xiaokui couldn't help but shake her head, stretched out her thumb, and said: "The master is really a master, although I can't understand this Buddha statue, but I can know the charm in it, in this way, the master is also a person with a story, just a pot of wine!"

The old monk couldn't help laughing and said, "Then next time you come back, bring a pot of wine, okay?"

"A word is a certainty!" Mu Xiaokui said.

The smile on the old monk's face is even worse, the female doll in front of him is teachable!

Suddenly, a burst of fire rose from the Moon Tower, illuminating half of the sky.

Suddenly heard a sentence "You wait for the rats, dare to come here!"

"This is Wu Chuyi's voice!" Mu Xiaokui said in surprise.

Ji Chen stood up, looking at the fire rising from Deyue Tower, and was horrified.

They really dare to make a move against this little Yan King!

Deyue Tower has been drowned in a sea of fire.

The old monk stood up at this time and said to Mu Xiaokui, "The female doll lent me the knife?"

The sword was his, but now he wants to borrow it.

Mu Xiaokui was also unambiguous, and handed the knife to the old monk.

The old monk took the knife and took a step.

At this time, Ji Chen said fiercely: "The master also wants to wade into this troubled water?"

The old monk turned around and said, "I've been wading through this muddy water for twenty years!"

The old monk looked at the fire in the middle of the lake and said, "Listen to the girl. ”

Mu Xiaokui looked at it.

"I named it the Soul Chasing Sheath in the hope that this knife would have the power of a thousand blades at the touch of a finger. "The old monk holds the soul chasing sheath on his chest, and no longer calls himself a 'poor monk'.

The momentum around the old monk was rising, and blood-black skeletons were being revealed. Even this Buddha head can't be suppressed.

The old monk stepped out in one step, and he was already a hundred feet away.

The pitch-black sword came out in the cold light!

But it is obviously a knife as black as ink, but it is particularly dazzling in this dark night.

The old monk broke off and shouted: "I curse in front of the Buddha today, and you are stubborn in the underworld!"