But before the exam, why did he dream of a tiger-headed hunter? What if his godfather is a tiger hunter? Then isn't he just like the legendary orphan whose parents died at the hands of a tiger-headed hunter after he was born? But how could his godfather be that kind of person? He shook his head and said with a smile: "This dream is also unbelievable."
That year, he entered the imperial examination for the first time and should have returned with great satisfaction. However, on the way back to the city, he learned that his godfather suddenly caught a cold after he left and died of tuberculosis. He handed his godfather to him with a sad face. His coffin was carried into the mausoleum. Tens of days later, he left the small town and went to the capital to fulfill his orders.
That year he picked the third flower, but it was also that year that he met his lover who knew and fell in love with him. When the two of them were supposed to be in a love-hate relationship, they could only say "they were able to cross the same boat" but not "sleep together". On the day of the wedding night, he lifted a red hijab for her, but for some reason outside the window, there was a sudden noise. There was a gust of evil wind. The evil wind was so strange that it rushed in through the window, swept up the bride, and disappeared without a trace.
He looked out the window in despair, fell to the ground, and sighed: "What sin did I do in my previous life to deserve such retribution?"
However, this was only the beginning of his nightmare. In the years that followed, he married five concubines in succession, but none of them lasted too long. They either died suddenly or committed crimes with gods and ghosts, and became crazy and stupid. He was discouraged. From then on, no one dared to marry him, and he never tried to get a wife. Occasionally, he would look blankly at the sky, sighing and chanting a few words.
Since the death of his godfather, his life has not become better, but has become worse. Although he won the second place in the rankings, he has only been in the seventh rank for many years. For an official as big as sesame seeds, he should not mention serving the country again. The thing is, his popularity is quite low. It's not that he is unsociable or has poor quality, but the reason is exactly the same as the wives and concubines he has.
Having been so depressed for half his life, he spent the whole day mourning and complaining, making flowers and grass. When the breeze was bright and the moon was bright, he would wander around in the deserted streets of Liao. He suddenly remembered that dream, but it was also the dream from which he dreamed of a tiger-headed hunter. Overnight, his life completely changed.
He knelt on the ground, weeping and wailing: "God, God, you are forcing me, Linghu An, to die. Although I have no worries about food and clothing, torturing people like this is not as good as the beggars wandering around in the streets." It’s better, at least they have relatives and friends... they also have relatives and friends.”
Since that night, the small town has lost a county government official and gained a Taoist priest with white hair and beard.
Later, the Taoist traveled to all realms and understood the way of heaven. A hundred years later, there was a Taiqing Temple on Taiqing Mountain in the Xianwu Kingdom in the Eastern Wasteland. The founder of the Taiqing Temple was named Mr. Linghuan. Linghu An's pseudonym.
According to rumors, Mr. Ye Linghuan knelt on the ground and cried with tears streaming down his face all night long. After he returned to his house, he had a strange dream, in which that man appeared again. Tiger-headed hunter, in the picture, Linghu An is already a middle-aged man with extraordinary temperament. The tiger-headed hunter threw the long knife in his hand to him, and then took off the tiger-headed mask.
Linghu An pointed at the tiger-headed hunter with trembling fingers and said in disbelief: "Why is it you?"
The tiger-headed hunter smiled lightly and said, "So what if it's me? From now on, it's time for you to experience the next phase of your life." The tiger-headed hunter laughed loudly and left, leaving Linghu An standing there, with his heart agitated for a long time. Hard to calm down.
Later generations of listeners looked at Mr. Pingshu in confusion and said, "Who did Mr. Linghuan see that would be so surprised?"
Mr. Pingshu smiled secretly and said: "himself"
The tiger-headed man was indeed himself, but he was already old. Although Mr. Linghuan practiced Taoism, he was a murderer and cruel man in his life. However, those who received his favor were It also spreads all over the world, and the merits and demerits are evenly balanced.
And the dreams that Mr. Linghuan had when he was a child were hints from heaven! Later, he changed his name to Mr. Ling Huan, but it was also because of the strange dream that year.
But Mr. Linghuan is praised by the world not for his experiences in his youth, but for his love affair with the Yaochi Saint - Hua Ni.
When Mr. Linghuan was a hundred years old, he traveled around the world and passed by the Yaochi Lake. He saw a woman dancing with her sleeves in the middle of the lake. A paintbrush was dancing in the woman's hand. Her dancing steps lightly touched the water. The paintbrush in her hand was sketching to her heart's content. Finally, the woman put away her white and tender feet, and threw the brush into the sky. The ink mark lightly touched the light pattern, and landed on Mr. Linghuan's face with a snap.
The woman smiled sweetly. Mr. Linghuan put away the paintbrush and took a closer look at the lake at the woman's feet. There were some faint ink marks on the lake, which seemed to form a picture. The person in the picture was actually him. Own.
He looked at the woman in astonishment, and she looked at him with a smile. He thought to himself: "This woman must be the beauty I have been looking for in my life."
The woman only told him her name - Hua Ni, and then the woman disappeared, as if she had never appeared in the world. Mr. Linghuan could no longer forget Hua Ni's voice, face, and smile.
There is a cup of bitter wine in the world called Taiqingyunnang. It is said that after drinking this cup of bitter wine, you will see the person you want. However, after you wake up, you have to continue to face the cruel reality. Therefore, future generations have A poem says: "I hope I will never wake up after being drunk for a long time", but it also refers to Taiqing Yunniang.
Mr. Linghuan’s life can be described as full of sorrows and joys. Even when he reached the last step of his life, he never saw the painting that he cherished so much. There was a rumor in later generations: “When Mr. Linghuan died, in the sky above Taiqing Temple, A cloud picture was displayed, and a man and a woman were vaguely reflected on the cloud picture. The woman was holding a paintbrush, and the man was waving a dust fly in his hand. The two of them were leaning on each other, which is indeed the envy of the world."
After the death of Mr. Linghuan, Taiqing Temple continued to develop and grow, and later the Yunmen of the Fog Kingdom was established. At this time, Su Qiu took a quick glance and realized that the iron pipa held in Xianxian's hand was the one that Mr. Linghuan held during his lifetime. The object of love naturally surprised Xianxian in his heart.
If it is true that that bad old man said that he knew Mr. Linghuan, then wouldn't this bad old man's age be...
At this moment, the black book in Xianxian's hand is no longer just a thin notepad, it is indeed a piece of vicissitudes and weight that has appeared over thousands of years.
She lowered her eyebrows and carefully read the vague writing on the cover: "Moonlight Autumn Flower Powder"
"This black book is actually the legendary "Autumn Flowers under the Moon"." She looked at the old man in surprise. Her curled fingers had tightened slightly, and her slender arms were filled with excitement and shock in her heart. And trembled slightly.
"What? Don't you like the old man's book?" The old man raised his eyelids tiredly and yawned.
Even if Xian Xian Dang knelt on the ground, this was indeed a courtesy that Xing Hai had never received before. It was not because "The Song of Colorful Feathers" was less valuable than "The Powder of Autumn Flowers under the Moon", but because of "The Powder of Autumn Flowers under the Moon". It is a peerless musical score mentioned by Master Xuan Yu, the headmaster of Yunmen for thousands of years. "The Song of Colorful Feather Clothes" is unknown, but "The Powder of Autumn Flowers under the Moon" means too much, too much... ..
The bad old man raised his eyelids slightly and said lazily: "This "Autumn Flower Powder under the Moon" is an extraordinary song, you should know it!"
"Yes, I heard that the head teacher mentioned it. It is indeed a blessing for Xianxian to see the style of "Autumn Flowers under the Moon" today."
"Oh? Is it possible that you still want to give in to this music score?" The bad old man Su Qiu chuckled, but his eyebrows deliberately raised in Zhongxia's direction.
"That's true. This music score is too valuable, and Xianxian can't bear it." Xianxian glanced at the black book lightly. Although he was a little reluctant to part with it, his attitude was quite determined.
Zhong Xia pouted and held his breath and said: "Tch, this girl doesn't care about that rotten book. Of course my brother won't like it either. Why don't you give her this cheap old man? It's still dirty when we take it! Isn't that brother?" "
Yu Zun smiled and said: "Miss Xianxian, the senior has given it to you, which means that this music score is destined for you, so why should you refuse?"
Xianxian's mind was slightly stagnant, but he still held the black book firmly and said resolutely: "Senior, Xianxian can't bear this. I hope senior will take back the score."
At this time, Su Qiu pretended to be a bad old man burst out laughing. At the same time, his appearance as an old man receded from his body like a puddle of mud. When he looked at her again, he was already a handsome man. A handsome young man.
"Eh? Brother... why... he changed his face?" Zhong Xia pointed at Su Qiu in shock and said in disbelief.
Yu Zun smiled loudly and asked, "He is like this. Is it possible that you want to keep walking with a bad old man?"
"Oh, it turns out that brother, you have been lying to me. Brother, you are good or bad, but you didn't tell me. He..." Zhongxia glanced at Su Qiu, but because of Su Qiu's handsome appearance, he felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Jumping around, her fair face turned slightly red.
Privately, she thought: "This bad old man is better-looking than that stinky drunkard." But why did she always think of Yan Ranche? What kind of magic did that stinky drunkard use to make her think of him again and again?
"What? You're still not satisfied with the old man's new look?" Su Qiu said with a smile on her face and a hint of joking.
"Tch, you stinky cockroach that keeps changing, I can't be bothered to care about you. Go, go, stay away from me and my brother," Zhong Xia pouted and snorted.
"Hey, you little girl is really difficult to deal with. And you, if you continue to complain, I will kill you with one palm." Su Qiu snorted coldly, turning around and walking forward, but left behind Xianxian, who was half-kneeling on the ground, was neither standing nor standing.
Yu Zun held up Xianxian and said in a low voice: "I understand your worries. This old man is an old friend of mine, so he will not blame you. You should keep this music score alive and don't show it in front of others." It must be kept in mind.”
Xianxian nodded and responded: "But..." Xianxian was about to speak again, but Yu Zun waved his hand to stop him and said: "Miss Xianxian, our situation is extremely critical at the moment. This music score is a small matter. You Our lives are at stake, so don’t say any more.”
"The situation is extremely critical?" Xianxian looked at Su Qiu blankly and murmured lightly. Although his eyes were still a little confused, there was a hint of solemnity in the depths of his eyes.
Zhong Xia pulled Yu Zun's long sleeve and said, "Brother, are you and that smelly cockroach hiding some facts that Sister Xianxian and I don't know?"
Zhong Xia's bright eyes shone with wisps of wisdom, and Yu Zun sighed secretly: "It seems that I still haven't understood this little girl deeply."
The reason why Zhong Xia asked this question was that he had obviously begun to suspect that Yu Zun was drunk just now. This was reasonable. After all, the transformation of the bad old man into a handsome young man in an instant was breathtaking. Now Zhong Xia suspects that Yu Zun was drunk just now. The problem in the wine was reasonable, but she seemed to have speculated on a deeper level, so now Yu Zun did not dare to underestimate this little girl who was making noise.
Yu Zun let out a long breath and said solemnly: "Senior Su Qiu and I, if we fight with the people in the city, you two must not interfere, otherwise we will not be able to protect your safety."
Zhong Xia nodded lightly and glanced sideways at Su Qiu. Seeing that Yu Zun was no longer speaking, he also stopped the doubts in his heart. He thought in his heart: "Brother and that weird smelly cockroach are so mysterious. I guess there must be some secrets that I don’t want Sister Xianxian and I to know, that’s all! If my brother is in danger, how can I ignore it?”
She casually touched a copper ring on her knuckles. This copper ring looked no different from an ordinary bronze ring. If you look closely, you will inevitably want to take a second look. It is indeed a copper ring. The copper ring seemed to be the same, but the pattern engraved on the copper ring was extremely strange.
The bronze ring is engraved with a withered old willow. The old willow is leaning on the top of a Cui Wei mountain. Its skinny torso seems to be destroyed by a gust of wind.
