On the Changming Mountain, there is snow all year round. Looking at everything, everything is white, the clouds are at the feet, there are several small cottages and a small courtyard, just like the place where the immortals live.
Qiye is cooking wine.
A mellow scent floated out through the window quietly, it was "green ant new wine, red mud small stove". This person seems to be able to live an elegant and comfortable life even if he is fallen into the old forest in the mountains.
The big witch hand held a book and sat next to him. When he was confused, he looked up and asked two sentences. Qiye looked down and stared at the small stove. When asked, he didn't even think about it. He came by hand--if he wasn't born in the palace, he would be enough to test his fame on the basis of his poetry.
The big witch talked with him one by one, shook his hand, and whispered, "Is it cold?"
Qiye put his hands around the stove, shook his head when he heard the words, looked out the window, and suddenly smiled, "You look at this place, it's worth saying" A thousand mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people have disappeared. "Live some days, I I do n't know where it is. "
The big witch's heart moved and asked, "Do you like it here?"
Qiye gave him a sideways glance and laughed, "If I said I like it, wouldn't you be able to stay with me?"
The witch pondered for a while, and said positively: "Right now the tower is still young-but if you really like it, I will go back and teach him well. After another two or three years, I will hand over Nanjiang to him and accompany him. You come back to live, do you say OK? "
Qiye gave a stun, and suddenly a chuckle made a laugh, and patted him gently on the forehead, and murmured, "You really take a mallet and take it seriously, who wants to live in this ghost place, God The frozen ground is still lively in southern Xinjiang. "
As soon as he lowered his head, he smiled and said, "You can drink it." Then he reached out and took out the wine glass, carefully poured two glasses, and handed it to the big witch. He picked up a glass by himself, took it under his nose, took a deep breath and held it up. The eyes said, "The so-called cold cover a hundred ugliness, only those who still boil mellow after cooking, the top is the best, there is a way of" three cups through the road, one fight with nature ", the world is full of sadness, only this thing can be solved , But ... "
His voice was suddenly interrupted by a "cracking" movement, Qiye sighed, and Ya Xing, who was drinking poems, was immediately swept away, and he took a sip on his own, whispering, "This pair of fleas, There was no cessation all day long. I see that Zhou Zishu is okay. Let 's say goodbye in two days. My ears are not clean. "
Zhang Chengling's practice is usually unable to make such a big noise. Generally, the two masters who are tossing down the house are doing tricks.
The big witch said that as long as he can wake up, the most dangerous time has passed. Zhou Zishu is worthy of being beaten. He woke up for two or three days, but he was able to get up before ten and a half months. After a few more days, he was better, he could run and jump, and started to stop.
They do n't know who provokes them all day. Anyway, in the words of Qiye, one slap does n't make a sound. From early morning to late night, they sit down and eat dinner honestly, and they can also stir up from the beginning. Poverty rose to two pairs of chopsticks. At first, Qiye looked at it interestingly, but later he was annoyed. He refused to eat with the two monkeys at the same table, so as not to catch fire in the city gate and to catch fish in the pond.
Qiye said with a sigh of consternation: "Zishu was so stable before, how can it be ... hey, he is really close to Zhu Zhe, and black to Mo Zhe."
The big witch smiled and said, "In fact, it 's okay. It 's hard to reshape the meridians after pain, and it 's very difficult to sort them out. It's an extremely cold place here. It's not easy for ordinary people to return to free movement. Not only is he active, he is forcibly pulling away the meridians. Although it is a bit painful at this time, it will be good in the future. "
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Faraway Wanderers
Historical FictionFaraway Wanderers Description A tale about the former leader of a special organization served under royalty, now leaving his past life behind and unintentionally getting involved with the martial world. Genres: Hi...