Chapter 1: Cold or cold

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The late forest wind rustled in the leaves.
Yuehua seems to be bright, illuminating Ting Shangbaisha, Shuibo Miaomiao, and Huangwan Wanli, reflecting Xingyue Yingying.
A painting boat floats on the surface of the river, the cornices of the ship's cornices are high, the glass lantern of the palace falls, the beam of the boat is carved into the phoenix, and a few pieces of soft yarn float with the night wind.
"Sister, I have an ominous hunch..." In the painting, a woman in red who was pulling the erhu whispered to the woman playing the pipa beside her.
"What are you afraid of, feel at ease pulling your erhu, beware of your grandma and eat you after finding out that you are not serious!"
The woman playing the pipa glared at the woman in red and whispered. The woman in red was startled and stopped speaking no more, but she couldn't calm down and turned her head to look around.
Although it was winter night at this time, the woman in the painting was only wearing a tulle, and the snow-white body was looming under the almost transparent tulle, which was in stark contrast with the brothers in the painting who wore velvet and fur.
In the middle of the painting, a woman with a beautiful face and a diagonally interspersed with a golden jade plum hairpin in a red silk dress is half-exposed, while looking at the man in the high position who has already drank red ears in the high position. Twist the waist and step on the extremely charming dance steps.
The silver bell on her white ankle jingled in the cold wind, and in the blink of an eye, she ripped off the red yarn on her face, and threw it towards the son.
Seeing this, the woman in red in a shudder shuddered and pulled out an extremely unpleasant erroneous sound-she was disgusted.
The cold wind roared into the painting, and the woman in red shuddered again-this time it was cold. She sniffed her nose, and shyly said to the woman sitting next to her playing the lute: "Sister, I'm not strong enough, it's a bit cold, can you put me a windshield?"
The woman who played the pipa rolled her eyes when she heard the words, but still moved her fingertips slightly, and quickly pinched the wind-swept tactic to the girl in red beside her.
"Thank you, sister." It didn't feel too cold. The woman in red showed a naive and bright smile. When she looked up, she saw that Yue Niang's upper body had all been peeled off-the young man dumped all the hot wine on Yue Niang. Body, then holding Yue Niangniang's body, scraped all the liquor from her body with tongue fur.
The woman in red looked stunned. It was not until the woman playing the pipa kicked her that she hurriedly lowered her head.
"Don't you die! Dare to make such an expression and look at grandma, are you afraid that grandma digs your eyeball?!"
"I... I got it wrong." The woman in the red dress supported us, half timidly and half puzzled. "I just wonder how grandma wears so little, why don't you feel cold?"
"Cold?" The woman playing the lute chuckled. "I think she is very hot, but you, why are there so many words today?"
"I have an ominous hunch..."
"……To shut up!"
Outside of the painting, the heavy snow of goose feathers sprinkled from the night sky where Mo Yun rolled, drifting across the river and melting into the water.
The night breeze floats, blowing away the mist from the river, and blowing up the coat of a person on the river.
The man had black hair like ink, eyes like Lang Xing, thin lips slightly pursed, a white coat inside, a purple shirt outside, and the folds of the clothes were wrapped around like waterfalls and silk, just like the one that fell into the dust room that day. He bears a sword in his right and bears it behind his back. Although he is thin, he has an aura of dignity, which is daunting.
Watanabe's sword came out of the sheath, and in a flash of white light, it reflected Ling Lingboguang on the river.
The man slashed forward with his sword. The cold light of the sword was like a silver curved lonely moon that suddenly appeared from the clouds in the dark night, instantly illuminating the world.
Jiang Mian was split by Jian Qi and split into two waves, rising into the sky!
In the gigantic waves, the little painting flies like heaves up and down, and the ants in the water that is about to overturn are shaky.
"Ah--!" The woman in red threw away the erhu, hid under the table and screamed at the thigh of the woman holding the lute, mixed with the exclamation of other women on the painting, deafening, and could pierce the sky. .
Jian Qi passed through the ship, and the huge waves also fell. But halfway down, it was scattered as splashes of water splashed on the surface of the river, only undulating waves.
"Huh?" The woman in red opened her closed eyes, feeling that the boat seemed to not shake.
She loosened her arms around the thigh of the woman playing the lute, and drilled out from under the table, shouting, "Oh my God, what's the matter with my sister-well!"
The Pipa woman covered the mouth of the woman in red and protected her in her arms, staring cautiously at the back of the young man in white and purple shirt on the ship's board.
The young man was dressed in purple clothes, like a cloud of smoke, and the white collar was embroidered with silver thread with complicated patterns, like a fairy on the top of the sea of ​​clouds. At this time, a huge clam shell lay at his feet, unknown to life, about the height of a person's knees, and a few dead fish lay scattered on the deck. The younger brothers who had fun Falling on the ground, I do not know whether it is life or death.
Seeing this, the woman in red drew a cool breath and widened her eyes. The wind-stricken tactic was shocked by the sword gas just now, and it had already failed. The cold wind was pouring into the tulle shirt, and it was frozen in red. The woman was trembling straight, shaking like a sieve.
The dark-haired youth turned around and glanced at the two of them. His face was calm and calm, but the woman in red and the lute were shocked.
They have never seen such a handsome person.
For example, the waterfall's blue silk hung down the waist, the sword eyebrows slanted into the temples, a pair of clear Lingling's peach eyes were slightly red at the end, the ink-colored eyes were as bright as the stars, and the crimson thin lips slightly twitched, with a face that turned upside down. The whole body exudes a cold, arrogant, clean-eyed atmosphere, forcing the two to have to step back a few steps to settle down.
"This son..." The Pipa woman stepped forward and opened her mouth, but the black-haired young man frowned, strode out of the painting, and turned it into a white light across the sky, disappearing without a trace.
"..."
"Sister, sister, is your grandmother dead?" the woman in red pulled the cuff of the pipa woman and whispered.
The Pipa woman glanced back at her original shape on the ship's board, and the dead river clam spoke lightly: "Dead."
"Then why didn't we die?"
"...How do I know, hurry and go."
"Oh……"
The two walked out of the painting, holding hands, and jumped towards the middle of the river, turning into two red carps, swinging their crimson red fins into the emerald river.
After Yun Caiye solved the few monster fish clams, he originally planned to return to Yunjianmen immediately. Yu Guang swept away, but he saw purple clouds appearing on the eastern horizon of the capital of Changanzhou, resembling a dragon snake. , The head-to-toe swing came from the east and was unstoppable.
Ziqi came to the east, originally a sign of auspiciousness, but Yun Caiye saw the sky in this Zixia, as if the evil spirit carried the evil spirit when the world came down. Yuncai Yeyujian chased Zixia, but the color was like a mirage when he first arrived in the outskirts of Beijing, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only purple auspicious clouds hanging from the sky.
Yun Caiye stood on Dengbei Street. In the distance, the sky was dim and unclear, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. Only the yellow lanterns wobbled slightly in the cold wind. There is still some time before sunrise at this moment. If it were not a natural vision of Beijing, this Dengbei Street would be even more deserted.
Several residents who got up early saw purple auspicious clouds and made a loud noise, which attracted more and more pedestrians on the street. Yun Caiye narrowed her eyebrows and waved her sleeves to hide her figure. She picked up a small table at a tea shop that opened early next to the bridge. He swept away the light and saw a pot of soy milk just beside the old man who ran the tea shop disappeared. Wink appeared on Yun Caiye's table, but the old man was still steaming pastries, unaware of his missing pot of soy milk.
Yun Caiye poured out a cup of warm soy milk and took a slight sip, and his brows eased, not so cold. He sighed and spit out white mist. The taste of Xianjie Qiongjiang Yulu is naturally much better than the syrup grinded from ordinary cereals, but he often goes down to taste the food everywhere.
In Yuncaiye's view, the treasures of the fairy world are good, but they have a less fireworks smell than the ordinary food.
Probably...this is how he differs from them.
Some of the immortal people in the fairy world are those who have been practicing for thousands of years to become immortals, while others are born with immortal bodies. But Yun Caiye did not become immortal through these two methods. Perhaps, this is the reason why he has always forgotten the world.
Thinking of this, Yun Caiye chuckled, black-and-white eyes narrowed slightly, all eyes were full of the fascinating posture of the city, but no one had the chance to meet at this moment.
After Yi Xiangxiang's time passed, two men who got up early to work came to the refreshment shop and bought a pot of fresh soy milk and a basket of cookies with the boss. They sat on the chair next to Yun Caiye and ate and sipped while talking about the day Xiangyun on the sky
"Eh, did you see those purple clouds in the sky this morning? Purple air is coming from the east, hey..."
"I saw it! I heard that it was brought by the younger son of Guoshi when he was born, and he was entangled with purple qi when he was born. It is said that he couldn't look at his face..."
Xiang's child?
Yun Caiye put down his cup and got the news he wanted. He left a piece of broken silver on the table and turned into a white light and left the refreshment shop. He quietly sneaked into the mansion of the state teacher Xiang Ke, and followed the maidservant to find the house of the second son.
The baby on the wooden bed was still sleeping soundly, and Yun Caiye leaned close to take a look, and was a bit confused.
The baby was obviously born, but his face was white and ruddy. It was not as ugly as other newly born babies who were all red and crumpled. The whole body was peaceful and peaceful. He was sleeping with his pink mouth muzzled. A person who does something terrible, on the contrary... will be like a bad person.
But what about the soaring red light? Did you find the wrong person?
Yun Caiye reached out and poked at the baby's fleshy face, and saw the baby's lips sullen unhappily, "Wow, babble," he grunted a few times and couldn't help laughing.
He straightened his body and entered his own consciousness in the baby. In the future, as long as the child does something unforgivable, he will naturally know that if he does not do it, this consciousness can also protect the child, and he can be summoned at a critical moment.
It has been 30,000 years since Yuncai became an immortal. For 30,000 years, the world can move mountains and fill the sea, and turn the sea into a mulberry field. But for the fairy, although it is not a flash, it is not too long, so the fairy people have to find some fun to live this endless life.
And Yun Caiye, his fun is Demon Guard Road.
Most of the immortals are lofty and arrogant and disdain dealing with mortals, but Yun Caiye is different from them. Not only do they often eat some fireworks food, they even live in different places.
He lives in Yunjianmen, but Yunjianmen is not in Immortal Realm or Human Realm.