one,
The cause of the incident was that food and medicine for injuries were lost in the valley.
The total number of people in Floating Flower Valley is less than ten. Since there are not many reserves, shortages of things can easily be discovered. The cook and pharmacist were afraid of being blamed by the owner of the valley, so they immediately told the boss Lu Luo about the incident.
Three days later, Lu Luo knelt down to wait for the Valley Master who was secretly retreating to come out of seclusion, and reported the matter respectfully.
Logically speaking, there is really no need to disturb the owner of Yigu over this little thing about sesame seeds and mung beans. This is just because the matter is mostly related to Young Master Ling Xiao - there have been several times in the past when Young Master rescued injured birds and beasts and secretly kept them in captivity, only to disappear. All the food and wound medicine are used on them - Pothos dare not make its own decisions.
Sure enough, the valley owner Sang Rong understood Luluo's guess as soon as he heard it, and asked with a little surprise: "When did Ling Xiao return to the valley?"
"Seven days ago. The young master was not aware of the Valley Master's seclusion." In the room, Sang Rong freshened up and put on the wooden mask again, while Luluo stood guard outside the screen without squinting.
"It's too boring in the valley. I went down the mountain and didn't come back for three months... What kind of precious bird or beast did he save this time?" Sang Rong said with a faint smile, leaving a table ready. With a proper meal, he led Lu Luo towards Ling Xiao's villa.
The quiet and humid morning made people feel soothed physically and mentally. After Sang Rong entered the main house, he didn't see Ling Xiao, but he smelled the aroma of food wafting from his bedroom.
In the room, the curtain on the high bed was half-tied, and Ling Xiao was sitting sideways, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand. This is where the aroma comes from.
He scooped up a spoonful, blew it awkwardly, and then handed it behind the scattered curtain. The man's handsome face looked slightly shy, like a young boy who was just beginning to have a love affair.
"Your hands and feet are inconvenient, let me feed you. Also, Sang Rong doesn't like outsiders in the valley, so I have to make you stay in the room for a while."
"Safety and peace of mind. Mr. Ling, who are you talking about Sang Rong?" The voice was indescribably sweet and sweet.
The person Ling Xiao tried so hard to hide this time was actually a young woman.
"That's unreasonable!" Luluo couldn't hold back her anger and kicked the door open without waiting for her instructions.
Suddenly, those soft whispers disappeared, replaced by the girl's sudden scream.
She has long been used to other people's reactions. The attire of her long robe and wood was truly grotesque and appalling.
Luluo asked angrily: "Young Master! Floating Flower Valley has never accepted outsiders. You have been with the owner of the valley since you were a child. You must know this rule!"
At this time, Ling Xiao couldn't care about anything else and just said to her hurriedly: "Sang Rong, San Rong, listen to me. She injured her hands and feet when she accidentally broke into Floating Flower Valley. I just... can you, can you?" Can’t stop…”
She apologized tactfully, as if she was such a heinous and murderous devil.
"I was injured by accident, is that true?" She tilted her head and asked the girl, who said "Yes" timidly and shrank behind Ling Xiao.
She raised her hand to beckon Ling Xiao to come closer, stood up on tiptoes and gently held his face.
Not talking about the woman, he soon changed his tone of blame: "Why did you lose so much weight just after going down the mountain?"
Ling Xiao has followed her since childhood and has been accustomed to such closeness for more than ten years: "Have you lost weight? I insist on practicing martial arts."
"What a little effort you put in..." She laughed suddenly, instantly alleviating the tension at the moment, and said, "Okay, it's not a big deal to stay here to recuperate, so just do your best to be a landlord on my behalf. Luluo, here you go. Miss Ping An cleaned up a room and came out."
"Valley Master!"
"Sang Rong——"
Then regardless of the reaction of everyone in the room, she turned around and strode away. Fortunately, she behaved quite naturally, and Ling Xiao probably didn't notice anything unusual.
Sooner or later such a day will come, and she can accept it calmly.
No matter how indifferent to love affairs, Ling Xiao is not young anymore.
When she first met Zhuo Yan, wasn't Zhuo Yan exactly the same age?
two,
The moon is bright and bright, and the wind blows through the bamboo curtains.
When she found herself falling more and more in love with memories, she finally admitted that nothing could be compared to time.
Once, when she was the same age as Hua, she met a man who made her willing to give everything. Time flies by, and the past turns to dust. Now she is no longer young, and she cannot recover even if she practices in seclusion. She even has difficulty seeing things.
Otherwise, she didn't need to touch Ling Xiao with her hands during the day to know that he was gone; even her favorite painting was clearly in front of her, but she could only see a rough outline through the light.
Belongs to the outline of Zhuo Yan.
Zhuo Yan is cold and taciturn, with eyes as sharp as ice, and is good at wielding swords and guns; Ling Xiao is approachable, has a gentle smile, and likes to read story books and draw pictures, but will show a sad face when he mentions practicing martial arts. …
She should have understood long ago that Ling Xiao is not Zhuo Yan, and he is not like Zhuo Yan at all. Even in dealing with people, he is more thoughtful and cautious than Zhuo Yan.
Just like now, he has been lingering outside the door for a long time, maybe just to think of a reason to ask to see her late at night.
"Xiaoxiao, come in-"
She called him in and wanted to have a good talk with him, but after the door closed, she heard the clear and heavy sound of kneeling down.
The man has gold at his knees. What made him so nervous?
"What are you doing? Get up and talk."
Ling Xiao couldn't hold on and lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong: "Sang Rong, I lied to you today. Anping... I already knew her when we were at the foot of the mountain."
A man who was good at painting met a girl who seemed to have walked out of his paintings. He fell in love with her at first sight and fell in love with her again. They spent three months together day and night, and were reluctant to part with her. When she heard that the man was going back to the valley, the girl actually followed him.
"I know the rumors about Floating Flower Valley outside, and I also know that in recent years, various martial arts factions have always come looking for trouble. If it weren't for Sang Rong's formations, Floating Flower Valley would have been unable to defend... But I can guarantee it with my life! It's safe! Definitely not one of their people!”
He seemed to be afraid that she would change her mind temporarily and take action against Ping An, so he rushed to confess at night. This shows how much this girl holds in his heart.
She tried to keep calm when asking: "Xiaoxiao, do you like peace?"
Ling Xiao thought for a moment and finally answered: "...I knew from the first moment I saw her that she is the person I have always wanted to find. Sang Rong, have you ever had this feeling?"
Of course it has.
After all the flowers have faded and the clouds are white, the person can be found at a glance among the vast number of sentient beings, and the missing life has been completed since then.
She gently pulled him up and comforted her with a smile: "Don't be so nervous. Since I promised you, I will never touch her again. Now that you can find a woman you admire, I am also happy for you."
Ling Xiao's surprise was beyond her expectation. After all, the girls who had been his childhood playmates were always kicked out of the valley for various reasons.
Therefore, she explained that she used to think that he was young and she was afraid that her love would interfere with her affairs, so she took him seriously.
"You are an adult now, how can I still understand you?" She smiled and suddenly changed the subject, "Xiaoxiao, you once asked me about your life experience, and I will answer you now."
She handed the painting on the table to Ling Xiao: "The man in the painting is called Zhuo Yan, and he is your father. You will know the authenticity as soon as you see it. Just take this painting."
Although their temperaments and looks are different, their eyebrows and eyes are simply carved from the same mold.
"So you raided the black market tooth shop's lair just to find me? Are you and Zhuo...I mean my father an old acquaintance?"
She smiled and said it should be considered so. There was a long silence after that.
Ling Xiao accepted this fact unusually calmly, and before leaving, he stopped in front of the door.
"Sang Rong——" He paused and found it difficult to speak, but finally asked, "Are you placing your affection on my father?"
She said without hesitation: "Yes. I love him."
The hot and direct love words burned Ling Xiao's face. When he left, he was in a hurry, as if a little panicked, but he didn't know her struggle and grief hidden under the mask.
three,
Peaceful stay in Floating Flower Valley.
I heard Luluo report back that the young master had traveled all over the Floating Flower Valley with Chu Yu Ping An. The mountain tops in the east, the rivers in the west, the vine trellises, and the flower shade bushes were all beautiful scenery that she had personally experienced with the young Ling Xiao.
Although she gave Ping An most of the time, Ling Xiao still came to see her often, and the topic always couldn't be separated from Zhuo Yan.
What kind of person is your father? How did you meet him? And why couldn't they be together in the end?
"Our identities are destined not to be together." She replied with a smile.
As if he was afraid of reminding her of more sad memories, Ling Xiao never mentioned Zhuo Yan again since then.
Compared with the father who had never appeared in his life, the woman in front of him who had gone through all kinds of hardships to find him and stayed with him for more than ten years was obviously more precious and important.
Over time, even Ping An, who had just arrived, began to have doubts about Sang Rong's origin and the intimacy between them.
That day, Sang Rong heard Ping An murmuring outside the courtyard: "Master Ling, why does the Valley Master always look like that...? You can't tell from his voice. How old is the Valley Master?"
I thought Ling Xiao must have told Ping An everything he knew, but he heard him say, "Ping An, there are some things that even I can't ask."
"Yes, I'm sorry. I don't know, I just... Mr. Ling and the Valley Master have different surnames. I guess you two are not related by blood, but you are so close. Will the Valley Master treat you..."
"What is this nonsense!"
After a period of silence, the sound of sobbing gradually came.
"Oh, don't cry, I didn't mean that. Sangrong is, she is mine..."
"I am Xiaoxiao's master. So, Miss Ping An understands?" She walked out slowly and relieved Ling Xiao.
Although she couldn't see it, she could imagine that Ling Xiao must be extremely surprised.
Just because in the past ten years, she had never allowed him to call her master. If he called her master by mistake, he would be punished. For this reason, Ling Xiao cried a few times in grievance when he was young.
"Sang Rong——"
"Call Master." She deliberately kept her voice cold, walked over and took Ping An's hand, and changed the subject, "I have a few personal words to say to the girl, is it convenient?"
Then, under Ling Xiao's silent observation, he led Ping An into the house.
As Ling Xiao said, Ping An was not a Jianghu person - after touching her hand and feeling her pulse, Sang Rong naturally knew it. But even if she doesn't have any martial arts, it doesn't prove that she has no alien intentions.
After all, Floating Flower Valley is famous.
Floating Flower Valley is also known as the Valley of Immortality. Legend has it that the owner of the valley, Sang Rong, possesses a secret recipe and has achieved immortality.
"I will only ask you this once. Please think carefully before answering. Are you chasing Xiaoxiao here just for Xiaoxiao?"
After all, he is the Lord of the Valley, with endless majesty beneath his hideous mask.
The tea cup in Ping An's hand jingled: "Ping An is indeed for Mr. Ling, but, but -"
"but?"
Ping An actually poured it out in one breath as if he couldn't stand the pressure: "I heard that the master of the Floating Flower Valley has the secret of immortality. My old father has been ill for a long time. I just hope to get some miraculous medicine! The master of the valley knows it well!"
He is not a person in the world of martial arts, but he is also doing it for the fictitious things in the world of martial arts.
She smiled and sighed: "Immortality is a rumor, but I do have some longevity elixirs here. Ping An, I can give you the elixirs. Also, are you willing to marry Xiaoxiao?"
Ping An couldn't bear the surprise: "Yes! Ping An is willing!"
"That's good. Xiaoxiao has had no parents since he was a child. I am his only relative. I should personally preside over his marriage."
That night, Ling Xiao came again.
After hearing that it was safe, I was happy all day long and took Ling Xiao to drink some wine. At this moment, with his appearance, a faint aroma of wine filled the room.
"I will find someone to arrange the marriage as soon as possible. Don't worry, Xiaoxiao."
"Sang... is not... a teacher... and that's not right..."
She didn't allow Ling Xiao to call her by her name anymore. Ling Xiao didn't seem to be used to calling her master, so he couldn't find a suitable title for a long time.
He seemed a little anxious, and the words just blurted out: "I don't want to get married so early -"
Ling Xiao is twenty-two this year, and he has been with her for twelve years, so why is it still early?
She frowned: "What are you talking about? You can wait, the girl's youth cannot be wasted, not to mention that Ping An's father has a serious illness. If you can settle down early, the old man will also have something to think about."
She taught Ling Xiao a lesson, and then softened her voice, saying that after they got married, it was almost time for him and Ping An to leave the Floating Flower Valley, whether they went down the mountain incognito or traveled around.
"It's not advisable to stay in Floating Flower Valley for a long time. I'm accompanied by Pothos, so I can go anywhere."
Ling Xiao suddenly grabbed her hand with such force that it even hurt her: "...Only Luluo? Why don't you join me?"
She sneered and flicked his frown: "Fool. After you get married, even if you have your own home, a lovely wife to accompany you, and you will have children in the future... How can I stay with you for the rest of your life?"
Four,
The marriage was settled just like that.
Because she couldn't see, she could only arrange for Lu Luo to arrange the marriage between Luo Lingxiao and Ping An. Although she knew Lu Luo didn't like Ping An, she never thought that the two would really conflict.
The servants came to report that Lu Luo slapped her because she accidentally broke into the study because of Ping An, and they got into trouble with Ling Xiao afterwards.
When Luluo was called for questioning, she kept crying. This little girl had been very stubborn since she was a child and never cried in front of others. Now she was crying so sadly that Sang Rong was questioning her so much that she couldn't even speak.
"Forget it, forget it. Both of you have been following me since childhood. Why are you having trouble with Xiaoxiao? Didn't you just go to the study safely and read a few books?"
"Valley Master! You don't know! That woman took the young master's reading room to read to her, and what she read was that one... that one... wu wu..."
Which one was that? When Luluo said this, Sang Rong understood.
Many years ago, she and the young man Ling Xiao sat side by side under the banyan tree, reciting a legend spread from a distant country - a man and woman who could not be united due to their identities made a promise before their death that they would find each other in the next life and stay together for all eternity.
No wonder Ping An was so happy after hearing this story.
Doesn't it just confirm what Ling Xiao once said, that he knew at first sight that Ping An was the person he had been looking for?
Luluo kept crying and said bad things about Ling Xiao, which made Sang Rong dumbfounded. But at this moment, the pharmacist hurried over and said that the young master broke into the alchemy room and made a big fuss and almost broke it. Eye.
When he arrived at Lingxiao's courtyard, he had already taken sedative medicine and fell asleep in a daze.
She carefully touched Ling Xiao's face and found that his eyes were indeed covered with medicinal cloth. Before he could take his hand back, he was grabbed by the man pretending to sleep.
"Why do you have to touch something before you know it when you can see it at a glance? Is it true that you can't see it as Lu Luo said?" Ling Xiao tried his best to stand up and grabbed her sleeves emotionally, "I I also asked the cook, and she said that you have been unable to taste the food since early on, and now you can't even see with your eyes... Is it because you are practicing formations and protecting Floating Flower Valley that you are like this? Why? Don’t you even tell me?”
She shook her head and sighed: "It's not for guarding the valley, nor for the formation. Xiaoxiao, you are still young, but I am already old."
"Let me take care of you! Let's go down the mountain together and still live together as we are now. It's okay to bring pothos with us... I still have to find a way to cure your eyes, even if I give you my eyes... "
Before Ling Xiao could finish his words, he was interrupted by a heavy slap in the face.
Her palms hurt, but the coldness on her fingertips spread all over her body.
"...One more time, don't blame me for being rude! Don't say that exchanging an eye for an eye is not feasible. Even if it is feasible, I will not allow such a thing to happen! I didn't save you to let you not cherish yourself so much!"
He was so anxious that he started coughing.
He was silent, trying to hold her hand, and then gently buried his face in it.
Since childhood, he would only do this when he was most sad and helpless.
"I'm just angry at myself, why can't I share the burden with you... Am I no better than my father? Am I not like him at all? Am I very useless..."
She felt his frustration from his trembling shoulders.
But Zhuo Yan is Zhuo Yan, he is him, why should he compare with Zhuo Yan?
What a fool.
five,
Half a month has passed, and Ling Xiao's marriage is almost ready, and Ping An has also recovered.
Sang Rong said that the marriage should be done sooner rather than later, but Ling Xiao seemed to be immersed in self-blame for what had happened before. After repeated urging, he reluctantly said that he wanted to wait until Sang Rong's birthday before getting married.
She thought for a while and decided not to force him anymore. She just said that Ping An's father's illness could not be delayed and it was urgent. He should go home with Ping An first to deliver medicine and to meet his future father-in-law.
Seeing that he was still hesitant, she comforted him and said, "It only takes a day to go up and down the mountain. You can come back the day after tomorrow. You can't delay celebrating my birthday."
Ling Xiao then agreed.
Late at night before leaving, she quietly went to the safe house.
It was late at night, and the girl should have gone to bed long ago, but Sang Rong unexpectedly smelled the smell of burning oil lamps and the fragrance of ink in the safe house.
"Is tonight the last time flying pigeons deliver messages?"
Her calm question frightened Ping An, and things turned over on the floor, making a ping-pong-pong sound.
"Don't be nervous. Have you finished writing? Tie it up after writing?" Sang Rong took out the homing pigeon she caught from her arms and handed it to Ping An, but the other party didn't dare to pick it up.
"Ping An, I'm not testing you. Without my permission, do you think you can really go in and out of the study at will and find out my origins?"
"Valley Master - Valley Master -" Ping An was frightened and knelt down. "Ping An has followed that person since he was a child. He can't control what he says or does. But Ping An really has no intention of bullying the young master. If the Valley Master doesn't forgive him, even if he lets it go, Die peacefully…”
"Xiaoxiao likes you. I won't let you die." She tied the note and released the homing pigeon with her own hands. She smiled at the sound of flapping wings getting farther and farther away, "Believe me, I will release it for you. You are done." After completing the mission, just stay with Xiaoxiao, can you do that?"
A cry that was tried hard to hide came from his ears.
Women are indeed made of water, whether they are pothos or safe, they will express their feelings with tears when they are hurt.
"Why do both of them like to cry to me? Why are you crying? What do you have to feel wronged about?"
"After that, what will happen to the Valley Master...what to do..."
"This is not a problem you need to worry about. Just remember to take Xiaoxiao down the mountain, trap him and don't let him come back. As for the group of people who want me, do you really think they have the ability to take me away?"
After leaving the safe place, he was supposed to go back, but he couldn't help but walk to Ling Xiao's yard.
That night, many memories came back to her mind.
It's not Zhuo Yan. On the contrary, it's all about Ling Xiao, especially the first time I saw Ling Xiao -
She didn't know how much time and energy she spent before she finally stepped into the home of the black market tooth shop.
Children between the ages of four and fourteen, both boys and girls, were all locked in iron cages, where they were allowed to eat, drink, and defecate. It was dark and the smell was unbearable. They were worse than animals.
They were divided into three, six or nine grades according to their appearance, and even dozens of inferior ones were locked in a cage. Many of them were crowded with deformed limbs. The busking troupe will be the only place for these children to go until they die.
When she thought that the person she was trying so hard to find might be among these children, she felt like she was going crazy. She would kill people when she saw them, and kill Buddhas when she met them. Her crow-green robe was soaked with blood, and her ferocious mask made her look wet. She transformed into a bloody Shura.
Fortunately, she finally found Ling Xiao in a relatively loose cage, thanks to the fact that he inherited Zhuo Yan's handsome appearance.
She cut off the chains with her sword and stood in front of the cage staring blankly at the still immature face. Her mind went blank and she even forgot to pull him or give him a warm hug.
"Are you... a human or a ghost?" Finally, the young man mustered up the courage to approach her and grabbed her sleeve, "Whether you are a human or a ghost, can you take me with you? You are so powerful in kung fu, teach me. I want you to be my master."
"...I'll take you away. But don't call me master. My name is Sang Rong."
"Ah? Are you a woman?" The young man was startled.
At that time, she could still see, and she only remembered that his eyes were wide open and filled with crushed stars.
She knelt down and touched his cheek lovingly. Her eyes were too dry to shed a single tear, but her heart was sour and sweet at the same time.
Just like this night, with the same conflicting mood, she sneaked in after he fell asleep and touched him so intimately for the last time.
The slanting upward eyebrows, the straight bridge of the nose, the long and dense eyelashes that tickled the palms of people's hands...everywhere was engraved in her mind, and she couldn't get rid of it.
It's not Zhuo Yan, but it's Zhuo Yan.
It's just that no matter who he is, whether he was before or now, she can't stay with him forever.
This ending was something she had anticipated from the very beginning when she made her choice.
No resentment, no regrets.
As if she was bewitched by the moonlight, she took off her mask, and as if taking an oath, gently pressed a kiss on his warm lips...
We can never see each other again, we can never fall in love again.
Farewell, my first and last love.
six,
Before dawn, people have taken advantage of the night to surround Floating Flower Valley, making it difficult for them to fly.
They finally found Sang Rong in the stone pavilion on the top of the mountain.
"Valley Master, if you are willing to go back with me and refine the elixir of immortality for your father, I will ensure that you will have endless wealth and glory throughout your life."
The uniform footsteps, the atmosphere of preparedness, and the calm questions from the visitor all showed the identity of the master behind Ping An.
"I originally thought it was just a political matter, but who knew that even the royal family would get involved. Is the prince unwilling to be subordinate to the prince and wants to use Sang Rong's immortality technique to please him?" She smiled self-deprecatingly, "I've never been I told Ping An from the beginning that there is no such thing as immortality in this world, didn't she report it to the prince?"
"Absurd! Sang Rong, I respectfully call you Valley Master because I hope to take you back without bloodshed. The secrets of our royal family have been recorded for a long time, and are even mentioned in the ancient books of previous dynasties. Whoever owns the Floating Flower Valley of Immortality Sang Rong, with a green robe and a wooden face, has supernatural power and is inaccessible to mortals! Over the years we have sent people into the valley, but no one has returned. If Ling Xiao had not gone down the mountain to paint, how could I have found a woman who looked like the person in his painting to approach him. Today you have to go whether you want to go or not!"
No matter which dynasty or generation, people's obsession with immortality is always almost crazy, especially in the imperial family. But no one knows that what will accompany him forever is bone-deep loneliness.
She had lived in this world for five hundred years, which was so long that she felt that early relief was a luxury.
Standing on the top of the mountain, she said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, Sang Rong is not immortal. He is destined to live for these five hundred years. From the very beginning, it is just an irreversible curse. If Your Majesty does not believe it, Sang Rong must be taken away by force. , we can only rely on our abilities——"
She waved her long sleeves, and the surrounding soldiers fell over like the ebbing tide of the sea.
After a long time, the other party gritted his teeth and roared: "They are all losers! Attack me! Capture them alive!"
With an order, they swarmed forward.
With the last of her divine power, most people couldn't get close. In the chaos, a cold arrow grazed her face, the rope snapped, and the mask fell to the ground.
A head of shiny black hair also slipped from her hood and fluttered in the wind. She raised her head slightly and looked around. In an instant, the world was peaceful.
No one has seen the true face of the owner of Floating Flower Valley.
According to legend, she is immortal, but only has the face of a Rakshasa hag, so she hides her head and tail.
But the woman in front of her was more beautiful than anyone present had ever seen in their lives.
Beautiful, extremely beautiful.
With light eyebrows and red lips, spring eyes, and a peach blossom face, it seems that all the beauty of heaven and earth is gathered in her. What is most attractive is her quiet and noble temperament, which is more tolerant and generous than the inviolable majesty of the royal family, just like... ...descendants of gods.
What surprised the prince even more was that Sang Rong's appearance was somewhat similar to Ping An's, but Ping An's appearance was not one-tenth of hers.
The long silence, like dead water, was broken by a heart-rending roar in the blink of an eye.
"Sang Rong——"
She looked in the direction of the human voice. Although it was pitch black in front of her eyes, she seemed to see with her own eyes his anxiety and panic as he crossed the vast sea of people. He was desperate to come here just for her.
"Why...are you coming back? I don't want you to see me like this."
The dawn shined brightly, and tears flowed down from her gray eyes. In just a moment, the graceful and charming woman froze on the spot. Starting from her feet, inch by inch, it condensed and inch by inch dimmed, and turned into an indescribable statue. A stone statue that can laugh but not move.
The five-hundred-year lifespan has finally been exhausted.
She was satisfied to meet him again in her lifetime and see him find the woman he loved with her own eyes.
Despite this, there is still some selfishness.
Zhuo Yan's portrait had been with her for five hundred years. If it weren't for her spiritual power, it would have been wiped out long ago. After she died, the painting would also disappear.
She didn't want him to know the truth, so she made up the story that Zhuo Yan was his father, but she despicably hoped that he would discover that her love, which she could never express, was only for him from beginning to end.
Ling Xiao is Zhuo Yan, and Zhuo Yan is also Ling Xiao.
seven,
The Floating Flower Valley stretches for hundreds of miles and the colorful scenery turns to ashes in an instant.
After the soldiers retreated, the top of the mountain was completely silent.
In front of the lifelike stone statue of a woman, Ling Xiao covered her face with her hands and cried bitterly.
I don't know which year started, but he often dreamed of a beautiful girl.
He had heard foreign legends since he was a child, saying that lovers in the past life would remember each other in the next life, so he drew the woman's appearance intently. When he met Ping An by chance at the foot of the mountain, he was so surprised that he thought Ping An was his lover in his previous life.
Maybe he was just greedy for such a magical legend, rather than really loving Ping An. Otherwise, why would he be disappointed and hesitant when San Rong asked him to get married, and how could he be so panicked when he knew San Rong decided to leave him?
If Sangrong hadn't been blind, if she could have looked at Ping An's face, she would have understood what he meant. It turned out that the woman he was hiding in his heart was not Ping An, but Sang Rong, who had been with him for twelve years and whose appearance he did not know...
He was wrong, he was wrong from the beginning. How wrong he was! The sin is unforgivable! And he never had the chance to tell her all this.
"Sir, the Valley Master has passed away, and Luluo is also going back."
"Go back? Where?"
"Go back to our country, go all the way north, on the other side of the Qilian Snow Mountains. That story came from our country."
That's a story, not a legend.
She fell in love with him at first sight in a foreign country and soon fell in love, but they couldn't get together because of their identities. He tried to take her to escape, but failed.
He made an agreement with her before his execution, telling her not to be sad or afraid. He would come back to her in the next life and recognize her at first sight.
A passionate love turned the timid saint who grew up in the palace into the bravest woman in the world. She prayed to the gods to give up reincarnation, only to have a life span of five hundred years, even if she turned into desolation after death and disappeared from the world.
This time, it was her turn to find him and her turn to save him.
Over the past five hundred years, she traveled across rivers, mountains, and snowy wastelands. In order not to arouse suspicion, she could not stay at any place for too long. As dynasties rose and fell from generation to generation, she had no choice but to live in seclusion in the mountains, which is now known as the Valley of Youth.
In the endless river of time, I can only be accompanied by loneliness.
Maybe she had been looking for him for so long that she almost gave up, so she chose to swallow the truth after she really found him.
"You said... I am Zhuo Yan... If that's true, why did Sang Rong never try to tell me?"
He roared out, and old things suddenly appeared in his mind.
He was fourteen years old that year. Because he started too late, he was often trained by Sang Rong when he was learning martial arts. He felt lost and wronged all day long. It was at that time that he found the portrait in Sang Rong's room.
The man in the painting looks very similar to him, and I think he is related by blood.
It's no wonder that Sang Rong saved him, took him in, and even tried his best to train him to be like the man in the painting.
He lost his temper and refused to see her for several days. When she came to see him, he pushed her away and roared at her with tears of grievance: "I am Ling Xiao! I am Ling Xiao! Not anyone else. ! You clearly taught me martial arts, but you refused to let me recognize you as my master? Why do you always look at me like that? I just feel disgusted!"
He only talks nonsense when he is very angry.
He was afraid that Sang Rong's concern for him was only because of another person. He was unwilling to do so and was even jealous. Afterwards, he regretted it so much that he was afraid that if the window was broken, Sang Rong would no longer want him.
But things were much better than he imagined.
It seems that since then, she has never forced him to learn anything. It doesn't matter if he doesn't practice martial arts, or he can read or paint, or he can do anything, as long as he is happy.
But she never thought that it was that thing, that unintentional nonsense, that completely killed the love that she could not express.
"Now, where else can I go to find you...Sang Rong, tell me, you tell me..."
He hugged the cold stone statue, and gradually, heartbroken despair appeared on his face.
Three thousand prosperity, no matter what fate does, life will be another disaster.
No matter how difficult it is to reach the same destination after taking different paths.
Cute tiger crouching in the Starry Palace, by White Bird
(one)
I am a tiger spirit, female.
Su Daidai, the stinky fox, was once again showing off how many men she had seduced yesterday: "Oh... there are not many good men in this world. No matter what love, any one of them is not here for the beauty of our women..."
"Then why are you looking for so many men?" I was a little disdainful.
Su Daidai glanced at me: "There are some things that you will never understand if you have never been down the mountain or touched a man."
I sat up straight and smashed the low table next to me with a slap, and the fruits piled high on it rolled to the floor.
"What? Did I say something wrong? If you look like this, you will be a thousand-year-old maid." Su Daidai stood up calmly.
"Aren't you afraid that I will eat you?!" I snapped, and there was a faint echo in the spacious and gorgeous hall.
Su Daidai raised her hand and threw the peach at my feet: "Eat me? Huh, what a joke, wait until you dare to eat it!"
I am a tiger, the king of beasts. I have been the king of this forest since I was born. But I can't eat meat. My stomach hurts when I eat meat.
I am a tiger, but no goblin is afraid of me. Even Su Daidai, a vixen, can humiliate me. Don't think I don't know, they all call me sick cat behind my back.
I have a very big palace, which the beasts spontaneously built for me when I first became king. Later, the beasts discovered that I was actually useless. When the monsters from other mountains harassed us, I couldn't defeat them at all. At that time, more than half of the palace had been built, and only half of the roof was left uncovered. So for a hundred years, I could see the stars and the moon every night.
I have lived for so many years without anyone I can confide in, I have never been down a mountain, and I have never met a man. I don’t want to be this useless king anymore. I decided to go down the mountain tomorrow and find someone I can confide in, a man.
(two)
The ancient road, the west wind, the man.
The man walking from the opposite side was very handsome, with red lips and white teeth, picturesque eyebrows, and long black hair tied loosely with a white jade hairpin. Snow-white brocade robe with large sleeves, the skirt and cuffs are embroidered with luxurious light gold flowing cloud patterns.
I stopped the man, who looked at me doubtfully for a while, and then started laughing. I think I'm very lucky to meet such a good-looking man when I get off the mountain.
I put my fingers on the belt, slowly, raised my chin, lowered my eyelashes, and bit my lip with my teeth, eh? ! How many bites? Forget it, just bite it all in, be pure and charming, men like it...
anything else? Oh oh oh! I remembered that Su Daidai once said that clothes should be taken off slowly.
I slowly opened the belt and let the coat slip off. I used the softest and most seductive voice, with a little breath: "Hmm...Young Master is so fierce..."
Why didn't he laugh? It was strange. Su Daidai clearly said so.
The man was about to leave, but I quickly stopped him.
The man's eyes fell on my hand holding his sleeve. He paused, saw the corner of his mouth slightly curved, and then held my hand with his backhand. His palms were slightly cool, and with a little effort, I threw myself into his arms, and his other hand wrapped around my waist.
The man lowered his head and blew his warm breath on my face. He lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes fell. His eyes were fixed on my lips.
I stood up straight with my hands clenched in fists, not knowing what he was going to do, when I suddenly heard a sneer. "It's too bad to pretend." The man let me go and turned around with a calm expression.
"You're so bad...you're just pretending!" I was afraid that he would run away, so I grabbed his wrist and pulled him this way, but he couldn't pull him away.
After a moment, the man smiled softly and brightly: "Tell me, what do you want?"
Without thinking, I said, "I want you to follow me and be my man."
The man continued to laugh: "What if I don't?"
"Then I'll eat you"
"How to eat?" He looked up and down.
So I suddenly transformed into my original form, a white tiger with a big forehead. I scratched his clothes with my claws. The man ducked away gently and deftly, and said with a half-smile: "It turns out to be a tigress..."
"Roar——" I am so majestic and high-spirited, the king of beasts, I am not the one who can't help you.
"Remember, my name is Hua Cijing." The man smiled and pulled out a slender soft silver whip from his waist.
Hua Cijing tapped her toes, jumped three feet away, turned her wrist lightly, and shook out a few beautiful whip flowers like a snake.
…
I believe that even the hilltop next door can hear my screams.
There was a thin blade hanging from the end of the whip, which made countless small cuts all over my body, and the tiger hair fell all over the floor. I covered my head with my paws and huddled up on the ground, whining repeatedly.
The whip stopped falling and I didn't dare to move. After a while, I felt a warm hand covering my head.
"Take your claws back." A clear voice came from above.
I quickly took my paws off my head and stretched them out on both sides of my head.
The bent Hua Cijing knelt down to look at me, her hand still resting on my forehead. Hua Cijing touched my ear: "Do you still want me to be your man?"
I shook my head and cried silently. Even if you kill me, I don’t want it.
"Very good, get up, you can go." Hua Ci patted my head and then straightened up.
Just let me go like this? I looked up at him in doubt.
Hua Ci looked down at me with a brilliant smile. I hit a chill, hurriedly stepped back, and turned around in another direction.
Before two steps, a whip wiped the tip of my nose and hit the ground in front of it. A small pit was shallow, with yellow smoke floating.
Hua Ci mirror said faintly behind me, "Where to go? Don't roll over yet."
So I had to roll over, there was no way, I couldn't beat him, and his whip was painful. I was still unwilling and whispered: "Didn't I let me go just now?"
Hua Ci opened the robe, and slowly wrapped the silver flap around the waist.
Without the cover of the clothes, I saw a wide -handed white belt tight. The waist of the Hua resignation looks very thin, and the Yin Cancan's whip is tangled with no bloated, but it looks like a beautiful decoration.
Hua Ci said, "I let you go, but I didn't let you go there."
"Then where do you want me?" Can you jump down from the cliff on the roadside?
Hua Ci was beaten to me, and motioned me to go into some more. The Hua Ci mirror took out a brocade from the sleeve, shake it away, and spread it on my back.
"Of course, follow me." A very reasonable tone.
Then, he ... rode on my back.
I didn't have time to react, and her four legs were lying on the ground softly.
Hua Ci blew my head, holding my hand to stabilize my body on my head, and complained dissatisfied: "Tell you to roll really, really dirty."
I shouted in my heart, my mother, my mother, my mother! Ouch!
(three)
I was riding by Hua Hui for a day and a half, and I arrived at a teahouse outside the suburbs at noon the next day.
The Hua Ci mirror went in to drink tea, and I was tied to the big tree at the door by a hemp rope.
I ca n’t run away. Although I ’m useless, my mouth is still good.
I dare not run away. One day, I pretended to be cute, faint, overwhelmed, and sent sheep epilepsy. The end result was that I was drawn again.
He was boring and looked around. He found that a small two with a buttock broke a hole in the second floor holding the teapot to secretly look at me with the window.
I stood up, looked at him, licked my mouth, a little thirsty: "Roar Roar Roar (Give me a bowl of water )-"
Xiao Er's understanding "Roar Roar Roar" is "I want to slaughter you".
Xiao Er cried and ran away.
Hua Ci mirror does not make me become human -shaped, nor does it let me speak.
What a pervert!
The flower mirror was out of the window next door, and threw a pack of things.
Pull the outside oil paper with your paw to boil beef with a piece of water.
The beef is very fragrant, I am hungry.
Just eat a little, it should be okay, I bite the next small corner.
Woohoo ... I want to eat. Lick, bite a little, then lick, and bite a little bit.
When licking to the eighteenth time, Hua Ci came out from the door, and Hua Ci looked at the remaining half of the beef, unbuttoned the rope tied to the tree. In the eyes of everyone's fear, amazing, and envy, I He was riding again.
Since the beginning of the mirror, he touched his chin and thought about it. He didn't say a word along the way, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
The flower mirror is very heavy, I am tired, and my stomach is still hungry.
I met a man, a woman, a blind man, and a mule. Everyone except the blind man ran away, and the blind man touched me.
There seems to be more and more people.
The Hua Ci mirror suddenly jumped down from my back and blocked the blind man who wanted to touch me anymore.
I went to the gate of the city right away, and I couldn't do this. Hua Ci looked at me, as if thinking.
"I can turn into an adult shape." My dog's legs were given a plan, and I never wanted to be riding anymore!
Hua Ci was frowned and thought about it, and said with a loud look: "No, it's ugly. It's enough to be suffering from my eyes alone."
Hum, I say I'm ugly! what to do? Want to rebel!
The Hua Ci mirror stretched out his left hand and lifted his sleeve up, revealing a white jade -like wrist. Then, he lowered his head, bit his middle finger, and wiped a drop of blood on my eyebrow regardless of my resistance.
Just listened to Hua Ci Mirror and sang a whisper. I started to become smaller, smaller, and smaller. Turning his head and found that Hua Ci was gone. Turning around and seeing the foot of Hua Ci, my whole body became as big as his feet ...
In this way, Hua Ci mirror poured me up and stuffed it into the city.
The sleeves were very large. I was looking outside, and I could only see the buttocks of various colors, large and small, and I was boring. I got back to the inside and nesting into a ball. It turns out that this is the city. No Su Daide said.
But there are really a lot of men, more than the mountains.
My stomach is a bit painful, but I can stand it, and I make myself tighter.
When I slept confused, one thing stretched out from the outside, and I slept dizzy and bite it reflected. When I bite, I found that the taste was wrong. I opened my eyes and saw that the thing was one hand.
Quickly loose, please lick your palms well, and the pervert is not easy to get along. The hand stiffened, and then clasped my neck to raise me.
The Hua Ci mirror held me in the arms, and I looked up in doubt. He pinched my face with his hands and turned to the outside. I pointed at the front. I looked at it. Pocket pocket.
The Hua Ci mirror raised me a little bit, and rubbed my head with her chin intimately. I hid, and then heard him gently said, "Do you see? Bite that thing to me, remember to be fast, don’t want to, don’t want to do it Find people. "
I was put on the ground and walked carefully to a few steps, looking back, and the mirror was expressionless. I took two more steps, and looked back again, the eyelids of Hua Ci, and the small knife flew over.
I instantly gathered my courage, moved forward, passed the mountains, stepping on the stone, and suffered a few times to bear the humiliation.
Squat, take off, turn in the air perfectly ...
Just listening to the man screaming, as if he had to bite. It didn't matter, quickly pushed the purse hanging on the side, and was about to slap from him. The man grabbed his backhand and squeezed my less flexible body.
I found that I was holding me, and the man was angry. I saw his eyes firing. Hey, how can I fall down, and the speed is so fast? I stunned, and my mouth was still holding a lotus bag.
When I reacted to ask Hua Ci Mirror for help, I was rolled into his arms by the silver whip. I looked at his indifferent face and became darker and stared at the person who was stolen.
The man took the stick that he picked up, and he didn't dare to chase. It seemed to be scared by the cold face of Hua Hui. He said inadequately: "It bite me and steal her wallet. You give me a lesson."
What should I do?
I found that I was shaking, and Hua Ci stretched out my head and touched my head. I looked up, and his eyes had a flash of tenderness.
I shook my head, and he looked at the man again at the cold again: "My thing, only I can bully."
The man was so angry that he rushed over with a stick. I hurriedly drilled into his robe, climbing along Liyi all the way, and lying on his back.
"Okay, I can come out." I don't know how long it has passed.
I continued to climb, climbing to the shoulder of the flower mirror, and stretched out my head from his collar.
The Hua Ci mirror put me out, took the purse holding in my mouth, and poured the silver inside in my palm. He rubbed my head with satisfaction and nodded.
"Very good and good." It seemed that the scene had never appeared just now.
Hua Ci entered an inn. He put me on the table. I pulled my head and lay on it. The stomach had become very painful, as if a spikes kept rolling inside.
There was a knock on the door, and a white towel on the shoulders came in and walked in: "Guest officer, this is what you want."
Hua Ci mirror pushed the plate in front of me. I glanced up and lay back.
(Four)
"Even if you go on a hunger strike, I won't let you go." Hua Ci mirror sat on the opposite side and stared at me. The slender fingers did not knock on the desktop.
Pooh! You only go on a hunger strike, your whole family hunger strike! I glanced at the raw meat slices that were neatly put.
Too lazy to pay attention to you.
The mirror was expressionless, and he seemed angry. The atmosphere was a little dignified, and the pain in the stomach couldn't help it.
"Meow--" A very light sound.
Look at me, you still look at me! It's not my name ...
The fat big cat turned in from the window of the table, looking down at me high, and the fat claw pointed at the plate of meat.
Even if I can't eat it, it can't make you take advantage! Shoot a claw on the meat- "Meow meow (don't give)!"
The big flower cat patted me with a claw, and flew out of the window when I stabbed the meat. Several and sunset stood on the opposite roof and pressed the meat under my feet, licking my paws in a shade, and grinning with my mouth. It should be on. sinister smile.
I stood on the edge of the table and looked stunned.
"This time it is very similar." Hua Ci mirror moved his eyes out of me, slowly pulled out a chopstick from the bamboo tube on the table, exhaled into the chopstick head, and shot without looking at his hands. Got out.
The strong wind hit the claws, and the big cat looked at the pieces of the meat through the chopsticks, flew away, and nailed to the wall in front of it. In the night wind, the long hair is mad. Suddenly there was a desolate feeling of a peerless master.
Suddenly a drama struck, and when I was dark, I fell from the table, and was caught by the flower mirror in the air.
"What's wrong with you?" Hua Ci mirror nervously held me in front of me and provoked my chin with a finger. I pulled his hand and hugged himself into a tight hair ball.
It hurts, it really hurts.
I might be dizzy later. When I woke up, my eyes were dark.
a bolt from the blue! Tianlei is hot!
I'm blind!
"God, why? Why do you treat me like this?" I roared towards the endless darkness that almost devoured me, "Why? Let me be a tiger, but let me eat my stomach when I eat meat! Why? Why do you want to take my eyes again now! What did I do wrong? Shang Cang, you are unfair to me ... Ga! ... ... uh?! "
There was a fingering wind in my ears, and the oil lamps not far away were bright. I saw the flower mirror half -sitting around. The quilt dropped the tightness of my cover from the sky, and the flower mirror dialed me to him, and my ears were not moving with my ears.
The pain has faded a lot, maybe I was frightened, and I didn't sleep at all.
For a long while, when I heard the voice of Hua Ci mirror coming: "Will you have a stomachache if you eat meat?"
"Um."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"What do you want me to say? I am a tiger, although I am very abandoned, but I'm still a tiger, not a rabbit." Speaking of this, I was a bit sad, and I said again and again. It's really strange to call me sick cat behind me. Why is it me? There are so many tigers in this world ... "
"There are very few tigers who cultivate into the essence." Hua Ci said suddenly.
Is this comforting me?
"Well? Speaking of which, I seem to have become fine since the memory, I don't seem to cultivate?" I recalled it, a little puzzled.
After a long time, the flower mirror did not answer. I climbed out of the quilt, but saw that the Hua Ci mirror closed my eyes and fell asleep.
I didn't find that Hua Ci mirror's hand was slowly gathered down, holding a group tightly.
When I woke up the next day, the spending mirror was gone. I stood beside the bed, and my stomach screamed uncomfortably.
Where did that person go? I looked up and stared across the desktop, and he could not squat on it. Looking back, I saw that the carrot cabbage was piled on the table.
Suddenly a little moved.
After thinking about it, in fact, this is also good.
When Hua Ci came back, I was full. I was lying on the table and basking in the sun. The big flowers squatted beside me and looked at me with a pair of green big cat eyes. As soon as I saw Hua Ci mirror, I ran away.
Hua Ci Mirror put me in my arms this time, and I stretched my head out of his placket, and Hua Ci picked me down.
"If you don't have me, you will not be stretched out."
Just a glance, you could find that the two were in a dense bamboo forest.
As soon as I wanted to ask why, I heard the Hua Ci mirror drink coldly: "Sin animal, don't roll out soon?!"
The low roar sounded, accompanied by the brush of the bamboo trembling.
(five)
There are constant screaming of beasts in the ears, with long whip scratching the air, and the huge loud noise of boulder.
The body of Hua Ci was shaking, and I had to hook his lilto with his paw as much as possible to prevent himself from falling out. I was close to him, and my ears just leaned against his chest. Through the thin clothes, the side face was warm, and the sound of heartbeat clearly drilled into the ears.
Hua Ci mirror may flip a fight in the air. I quickly hugged his clothes. I did n’t know how to do it. The exposed snow -white skin.
I lost my mind and unknowingly lighted my claws. Then, the sky turned around, I fell out of the flower mirror clothes ...
When I landed on the ground first, I rolled two times on the ground and lay on the ground with Venus. The huge black shadow was shrouded from the top of my head. I slowly looked up, dizzy in the eyes, and was shocked: uh? The two big biscuits ...
"Run--" Hua Ci mirror's voice came from where he came from, bringing anxiety.
Set down God and raise your head again.
I saw the huge dark red triangular snake head hanging on my head. The red giant snake "hissing" vomited a letter and looked down at me from above.
Very quiet, I look at it stupidly.
The snake pressed his head low enough, the scarlet big mouth suddenly stunned, and the sharp teeth were like a sharp blade, and the next moment, I could pierce my neck.
As soon as I was, a whip shadow came behind me, and my tail entangled my tail suddenly dragged me from the teeth of the giant snake to the safety place.
I got up, then fell to the ground, hugging the calf of the Hua Ci mirror tightly, and tears fell without control.
"So big monster! Flower hero! Protect me!"
I was kicked to the distance by Hua Hui, and rolled under a big stone. Internal injury was injured, and I quickly hid behind the stone and secretly looked at the situation outside.
Hua Ci was standing in the original place, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were cold. He slowly raised his right hand, accompanied by the shallow groaning overflowing from the lips, moved the moon white brocade, and his double sleeves flipped, long hair like a waterfall like a waterfall, like a waterfall like a waterfall. Blowed up by the wind.
In the bamboo forest, one person, one snake, one red and one white, quietly confront, from time to time, the green bamboo leaves fall from high altitude.
I retracted my head and panting with stones.
Start fighting over there.
