When stepping in, Kui Batian was sitting in the landscape garden where more than half of the ink burned, chasing butterflies with short legs.
Hearing the sound, it turned its head all of a sudden. Because the brake was too fast, it almost stumbled and fell to the ground, and finally staggered to a stand. Cake Batian stretched out his small claws to straighten the lotus leaf on his head, shouting. Said: "Hey, hey, hey - Xiao Sao Nian, you, you are finally here again, I am not bored to die!"
Ta Xianjun stared at it, only watched it for a moment, and came to a conclusion: What a silly rice cake guard.
He turned his eyes away.
Then, with those sharp eyes, he scrutinized the residence back and forth thoroughly.
Wonderland isn't finished yet, but it's only a little bit closer. Stepping on Xianjun can fully appreciate its elegance and delicacy, the flower field with sparkling light, the little demon who plays the piano and the flute sitting among the stamens, the golden lotus pond, the tree house with ancient vines, the shells in the yard. Summer couch…
The more you look at the fairy, the more gloomy his face is.
He understands Chu Wanning. Chu Wanning looks serious and serious, but he is actually very curious. For such strange and strange places that do not belong to the mortal world, Chu Wanning will definitely like it.
The only possibility that Chu nightning does not like is that only—
He turned his head and stared at Kubatian.
The thin lips opened and buckled, and Sen Sen asked: "How expensive is this place?"
Kubatian hasn't reacted at this time, the temperament of the person in front of him has changed greatly, and he is a little confused: "Silly, silly..."
Stepping Xianjun frowned, and suddenly he lifted it up and held it in his palm.
"babble-"
"Who are you calling stupid?"
Kui Batian's net pocket for catching butterflies fell off, under the strangulation of Teng Xianjun, his eyes rolled, trembling calves miserably suffocated his non-standard Mandarin: "What, what is the situation ?"
Stepping Xianjun: "..."
It was a misunderstanding. Stepping Xianjun snorted coldly, loosened his fingers slightly, and threw the little monster back to the ground. Cake Batian touched his neck, exhaled heavily, looked up at the man's obviously gloomy face, and suddenly felt the smell.
Ow? ! This is not Master Mo!
Their rice cake villages all know that the ink-burning temperament will switch every three days. It has been exiled for a long time, so they have forgotten this code. The aura in front of him is ferocious, violent and unrestrained. Where is the amiable, gentle and kind-hearted Master Mo from the previous two days, he is clearly...
"Ah!!!" Kui Batian let out a scream, got up and was about to escape, "Help!! He's here!!! He's not coming back with him!!!"
They were so frightened that they stuttered.
Kubatian's two fluffy rice cake legs strode hard, closed his eyes and ran hard for a long time, and only when he opened a gap to look out did he realize that he was still where he was.
"… "
It turned out that I don't know when, Ta Xianjun has cast a spell and turned into a spiritual cage, which looks like a rolling waterwheel. It ran inside like a hamster for a long time, but it didn't go anywhere.
Cake Batian swallowed and turned back tremblingly, embarrassed and terrified.
"Brother, younger brother..."
"Are you courting death!" Ta Xianjun was furious, "Who is your brother?"
"Good morning, Emperor!"
Stepping on Xianjun again: "..."
In order to survive, Ku Batian quickly succumbed to the lewd power of Teng Xianjun. It told the emperor everything about everything in his mind, and told him the answer he least wanted to know—
"It's not expensive here, it's not expensive, it's cheap!"
Step Xianjun fell into silence.
Not expensive, not wasteful, and thoughtful.
The other party gave such a gift, how can I compare it
... Damn, fortunately, he found out early, otherwise Ning's birthday would be right in front of him. If Zongshi Mo really played this card, then he would lose.
Stepping on Xianjun's heart, the opportunity must not be lost and will not come again.
Blurred shadows flickered on his handsome face, staring at the Shanshui residence built by Master Mo, while listening to Kubatian's babble.
Kui Batian explained: "Everything on the outside and outside can be used to exchange materials with me, but the inside is very beautiful. Fourthly, these building materials are not the best now. You sent the replacement materials two days ago. , all of them are not too expensive."
"Oh? Really?" Stepping Xianjun said, "But the sea of flowers looks very valuable."
"The four are giving away gifts."
Stepping Xianjun pointed to the pond again: "This pond doesn't look cheap."
"The four were exchanged for the best thing you sent."
Stepping Xianjun raised his ears: "The best thing?"
"Four."
"What? He can afford it, and this seat can afford it, you can say whatever."
Gu Batian heard the words, his small eyes lit up: "Are you giving a drop? ... Then, then, then we like the coke made by Xianjun Cichu!"
"… "
He was wrong.
There is one thing in this world, it is true that he is almost paranoid and destined to not be able to give it.
That's what Chu nightning cooked.
In this respect, Master Mo is different from him. That personality has not experienced the life of the living dead in the Wushan Temple in the previous life, and he has not so madly missed those dishes that were not delicious, but steamed with the warmth of the world in the suffocating loneliness. Therefore, Master Mo's craftsmanship of Chu Wanning has never been a morbid possession.
On the contrary, Mo Zongshi has always wanted to let the master's cooking skills be recognized by more people or mountain forest spirits, so that Chu Wanning will be very happy, and he will be happy when Wanning is happy.
So he heard that Gu Batian likes to eat the coke made by Chu Wanning, but he is very willing to share it with it.
But stepping on Xianjun is different.
Stepping Xianjun is like a person who has been hungry for ten years and has been poor for ten years. He retaliated and occupied all the cooking food of Chu Wanning. Even if it was unpalatable, he would swallow it hungry and thirst. unwilling to share with others. The most exaggerated thing is that there was a time when Chu night Ning Xianlai had nothing to do with five bamboo flats. Originally, he thought that he would put it up and eat it slowly, enough for half a month.
As a result, Ta Xianjun knew that he was going to switch back to another state the next day. In order not to be cheap to another self, he actually ate half a month of chasing hands abruptly before the dawn of time.
Then he made Master Mo lie in bed for three days.
So when I heard that Cake Batian coveted it, Ta Xianjun immediately said angrily: "Don't even think about it! The coke made by Chu Wanning can only be eaten by this seat!"
Cake Batian looked at him with tears.
"It's no use crying!"
Kui Batian wiped his eyes with his small claws miserably: "Woo woo woo..."
The emperor is indeed a bad, bad thing!
Since the coke could not be used for replacement, Ta Xianjun began to make other ideas.
"Tell me, in addition to coke, what else can I give you to exchange for more exquisite and valuable Yaozu equipment?"
Cake Batian sobbed and didn't want to answer, so he had to answer: "...Emperor, Dijun can explore for yourself first, and try to change it again..."
Stepping Xianjun frowned: "Master Mo also tried this way?"
"Yeah." Kubatian nodded aggrievedly, "You used your own clothes two days ago, and changed a flower field."
"So... So he took off his clothes..." Ta Xianjun murmured, pinching his chin and thinking for a while, feeling that he couldn't lose to himself.
So he also took off his robe and handed it to Cake Batian.
"This is the clothes of this seat. Take a good look at it and see what you can change?"
Cake Batian held up his clothes and looked up and down for a long time, but didn't speak for a long time. Just when Ta Xianjun was a little impatient, he hesitated to stick out half of his head with a lotus leaf from behind his clothes.
"Emperor, it's not my decision to change or change the forest. There are four rules. If the rough things don't suit your heart, can you stop strangling me..."
"Stop talking nonsense, what can I change?!"
The cake beats the sky like a mosquito: "… keep, keep the natural, non-polluting, polluted... wash, wash and hang water... "
Ta Xianjun thought he heard it wrong: "Foot wash?"
"Four... Four washes and water..." Gu Batian looked like he was about to cry, and stammered, "I wash every three days, for three months in a row, with natural herbal essences to nourish, you, you will be more than you are now, Stronger, more majestic…”
Stepping Xianjun froze for a moment, his face was like the bottom of a pot, and he said angrily: "...Do you want to die?!"
"Woo woo no! I don't want to!!!" Kui Batian shook his head and cried.
"Why can he change the sea of flowers, and mine is for washing and hanging water! Does it seem that I need this kind of thing? Ah??!"
"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!"
"Think about something else! Can you replace it with something else!"
"cannot… "
Facing the terrifying eyes of Shang Teng Xianjun, Kui Batian cried out in a loud voice: "No four I can decide, our demon clan also has rules!"
"What kind of rules can't be changed? You are so absurd, believe it or not this seat killed you!"
"It's useless if you scatter me, you even went to my guide!"
"you… !"
Stepping on Xianjun choked, suppressing the anger that was about to spurt.
"Okay, okay, forget it!" In front of the big event, for a while, the sky is wide open.
He also pointed to this rice cake to defeat his opponent Mo Zongshi.
So he swallowed his swear words, and forced himself to be calm, but he actually asked through gritted teeth: "Then tell me immediately what you need to bring in order to get it—" He pointed to the one that was almost set up. A pastoral, "Better material than these?"
Cake Batian choked: "I, I can't sigh..."
Stepping on Xianjun's blue veins jumped violently, and said angrily: "If you don't talk about this seat, I will really chop you up!"
"Woooooooooooo!!!"
There is no way.
In order not to be knocked flat and made into sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented rice cakes to be eaten, Cake Batian had to sit on a tree stump, choked, and began to reveal the tips of replacement to Ta Xianjun.
It took out a tattered small bark book with its short, white, short hand in its pocket for a long time, and handed it to Xianjun Ting aggrievedly. In front of him showing off his strength. Ta Xianjun was not polite, took the book, and turned two pages.
"Flower Demon Singer... This is not good, I'm not allowed to wink at Chu Wanning."
"Excellent cook... It's not interesting, my craftsmanship is much better than that of a cook, and I don't need someone else to do it."
Frowning and looking at it with disgust for a long time, Ta Xianjun was suddenly attracted by one of the paragraphs.
"Flower rain in the sky - a cloud, after obtaining it, it will float over the idyllic yard, constantly scattering petals down."
Ta Xianjun, who has a good taste, praised after reading the festival: "Okay, this is good, how to change this?"
Cake Batian stretched out his paws weakly and turned a page for him.
On the back is written:
Exchange conditions, living person.
Ta Xianjun suddenly opened his eyes: "A living person? A living sacrifice?"
"...Don't think, think so bloody." Kui Batian buzzed, "Just grab, grab, and lock it in a box... When you lock it in, it will rain flowers, go rough, and flowers will rain, just Stop. Very polite and civilized!"
"Then why lock people in?"
Kui Batian poked at his soft little claw finger a little embarrassedly: "Because there is no one else in the box, the rice cakes in our village can actually walk around the door with the four, grab and grab them over. , so that everyone can visit."
"You demons, visitors?"
Cake Batian continued to rub his hands embarrassedly: "Four, four."
"It's really a joke! How can this seat do such absurd things!"
Cake Batian: "You don't have to exchange these, these things that you exchange for living people are of the highest level, but you can also exchange them for a lower level..."
"and many more."
As soon as Ta Xianjun heard the highest level, he raised his hand and interrupted it, "Is it the best for the living?"
"Yes, yes."
Stepping Xianjun snapped and closed the bark book, clasped his arms in a righteous manner and said:
"You said, who to arrest?"
Chu nightning felt that the ink burning was abnormal these days.
The first is the burning of the ink in the state of the master, not sleeping in the middle of the night, lying on the ground naked and pressing the dog's head.
Then the ink burned in the state of the emperor, and he kept himself mysteriously locked in the small kitchen for a long time, saying that he wanted to make pie, but when it was lunch time, he didn't even send the flour, and asked him for so long. What are you doing, the answer is that you are thinking about life.
What's even more strange is that Ta Xianjun can only appear once every three days, and he likes to pester him the most on weekdays. Although occasionally he will go down the mountain to hang out during the day and do some little secrets of his own, but he will definitely come before dinner, and he will be in his hands. Always bring a jar of good wine or a box of snacks, and hand it to him without embarrassment or embarrassment.
But today is different. The two didn't eat pie at noon, they cooked some noodles hastily, and then Ta Xianjun wiped his mouth and said that he had something to go out.
Chu nightning asked: "What do you want to eat at night? I'll do it."
Stepping Xianjun hesitated for a moment, it seemed that he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, and finally he said uncharacteristically: "No, this seat will be back very late tonight, you don't have to wait, go to bed earlier."
Chu nightning couldn't help but widen the phoenix eyes.
This is…
The seven-year itch
But seven years seems to have not come yet, or has it already passed
- That's it, Chu nightning completely forgot that his birthday was coming.
But in fact, for the former Chu nightning, the birthday is not a particularly beautiful thing. When he was a child, he was in Wubei Temple with Guigui. In the first few years, Guigui would specially send him some small things to play on this day, small cakes and so on. He was very happy every time, holding a small wooden sword or stuffing a piece Looking at the monk with a sweet mouth, he smiled and said thank you Master, Master treats me so well.
His eyes at that time seemed to have been stabbed into a sore spot.
But at that time, Chu nightning did not know why it was painful to be guilty.
Afterwards, from a certain year onwards, he suddenly stopped giving him a birthday when he was guilty. Of course, snacks and other things are still often available, and monks would conjure them out of their large and elegant sleeves, but they were not necessarily stuck on the birthday. day that day.
Chu nightning thought, probably because he grew up, people who grew up would not have birthdays every year.
He asked if it was the case with sin, and was stunned for a while, looking at the giant cypress in the sky that was green all the year round in the Chanyuan, for a while, he touched the head of Chu Wanning and said, yes, Wanning is already very big, and then In a few years, the crown will be weak...
He didn't look him in the eyes when he was guilty. When he said these words, he kept looking at the setting sun at dusk.
A bright red reflection on the horizon was in the monk's eyes.
like blood.
Chu nightning has no reason to feel that the expression of guilt is very complicated. He is not deep in the world. There are many words that he has only seen in books, but he has never been able to find specific representations from life. At that moment, he seemed to realize that the guilt on his face was half like the "cruel" he had read, and half "sad".
He didn't know why Master showed such an expression when he mentioned his weak crown, but he just felt that his heart was blocked, and he was sad for the guilt.
He stood up, while Guilty was still sitting beside him, so he boldly touched the bald head of Guilty, and clumsily coaxed the big monk in front of him.
"Master, don't be unhappy. When I'm weak, I'll give you your birthday."
Guilty froze for a moment, then lowered his head all of a sudden.
Chu nightning did not see his face in the shadows at the time.
For a long time, he said with a hoarse smile: "People who grow up are not enough for this day... Only children live." After a pause, when Chu nightning did not have time to say more, Huo Ran got up.
The large monk robes and cassocks fluttered in the evening wind. The monk's figure was so tall at that time. When he stood up, he covered all the blood of the setting sun that fell on Chu Wanning.
"It's getting late, I have to go out for some things for the teacher, you... You should have an evening study."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Later, for more than 20 years, Chu nightning never got a "happy birthday", and no one wished him another year, and wished him good health for the rest of his life.
Until the retreat to Nanping.
It was not until this time that he finally had his own life and stability, and if there was ink burning, he would sincerely read his birthday, and wanted to make up for those years in the past. It's a pity that this concern is too late, and Chu nightning has been used to being forgotten in the loneliness of the past.
Get used to forgetting yourself.
Elder Yuheng, who didn't remember the "birthday" at all, frowned and fell into deep thought in the small courtyard - what happened to the ink
Is there something that has made him unhappy recently
Or is there something big going on out there
Otherwise, why is it so strange these days whether it is the master ink burning or the emperor ink burning...