Zanxing

Fingertips touched the soft petals, as if in the void, picking up a dream.

The dream suddenly zoomed in, and Hairpin Xing heard Fairy Qinghua's hurried voice, and some pictures suddenly flashed in her mind.

The chaotic white gradually dissipated.

The sky was getting brighter, and she heard a man's voice, bright and lively, like the spring sun in April, with a little ridicule: Begging for pearls to ride the sea, and picking jade to climb Jingheng. My name is Gu Caiyu, dare to ask the fairy's name?

Hairpin star saw a man.

His face seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze by clouds and mist, and it was blurry, so it was impossible to see it clearly. Only the periwinkle-colored robe and the same-colored headband can be seen. This man is very tall, leaning under a tree, even if he can't see his face clearly, just by listening to his voice, he seems to be able to see the smile on his face.

Hairpin Xing also saw Fairy Qinghua. The beautiful woman passed by the man named Gu Caiyu indifferently, and even gave a stingy look.

Gu Caiyu touched his nose and said angrily: Although the female disciples in this sect are beautiful, their temperament is really not very good.

In the distance is a barren rocky mountain, and the wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see. The man chased after the woman in front of him and said, Hey, this fairy, you and I are both trapped here, we should help and love each other, and find a way to get out!

Stuck here? The hairpin star was stunned for a moment, could this be what happened here in the past?

The picture turned around, and she saw a man sitting on the stone in front of the barren stone mountain, fiddling with a dog's tail grass in his hand and speaking to the person in the distance: Fairy Fairy, have you ever thought of going out? way?

Fairy Qinghua was sitting on the blue stone in the distance, closing her eyes and cultivating.

Fairy Fairy, when you cultivate like this, when will you be able to break the restriction here?

Fairy fairy.

With a bang, a fruit stuck in his mouth, Fairy Qinghua withdrew her hand and said coldly, Shut up.

Gu Caiyu closed his mouth.

The sun gradually moved westward, casting a shimmering light on the meandering river. The figure of a man ran excitedly from the field. He was holding a chicken in his hand. The chicken was hideously ugly. He was also bald and was struggling desperately in Gu Caiyu's hands.

Holding the chicken wings, he stretched out his hand to Fairy Qinghua, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, to show her his trophy: Fairy, I caught a chicken, we have meat to eat! He tilted his head again and looked at her. The chicken stared at him with pheasant's black bean-like eyes. He touched his chin and thought about it: But this chicken is a little thinner. Let's eat it after raising it, and then kill it after raising it.

Fairy Qinghua ignored him.

After that, the man got busy.

Hairpin Xing watched him poking his butt and catching insects everywhere in the field, pulling wild vegetables everywhere, and feeding the chickens on time with homemade chicken feed. From time to time, he would sit with the chicken in his arms, watching Fairy Qinghua practice his sword and asking, Would you like to give it a name? What should I choose, roast chicken, roast chicken, beggar chicken? Steamed chicken, stewed chicken, white chicken? Cut chicken?

Fairy Qinghua swept over with a sword, and the sword wind smashed the stone in front of him. There was a moment of silence between heaven and earth, and after a while, the weak voice of the man sounded: That's called Baiqi**. What I like to eat is the white cut chicken.

So settled.

Fairy Qinghua would go to the stone mountain every day to test, her sword could not split the barrier, and sometimes she would be injured.

Gu Caiyu was about to start killing chickens.

He rolled up his sleeves and made a few gestures around the neck of the roast chicken with the palm-length knife in his hand. He finally put his hands down and asked Fairy Qinghua, Why don't you eat it?

Fairy Qinghua watched with cold eyes.

It's not that I don't dare to kill chickens, really. The man's voice was sincere, I just don't think there's anything wrong with being a vegetarian.

Didn't you plan to kill it from the beginning? Fairy Qinghua finally said the first sentence. She stepped over from Gu Caiyu and said indifferently, No one will name the food.

She went forward with the sword in hand, and the young man was holding a chicken in his hand, looking at her back in a trance.

The white cut chicken screamed.

The man regained his senses, looked at the chicken in his hand and scolded, Stop arguing, Xiaobai.

He lowered his head again, not knowing what he was thinking, but Hairpin Xing thought that he was probably smiling.

Then, another fragmented picture.

Hairpin Xing saw Gu Caiyu began to pick up hay and red mud everywhere, followed by the bald-tailed roast chicken. His periwinkle-colored robe was covered with mud, and he shouted with great interest, Fairy, let's build a thatched cottage here!

Fairy Qinghua shook the tip of her sword and looked back at him. This man was already working hard on his own. He covered it very carefully, and the bald-tailed chicken stood in the yard, leisurely pecking at the grass seeds on the ground.

The thatched hut was quickly built.

The mud-rammed walls, the hay-covered roof, and every beam in the house were carefully cut by him with a knife. He went to a place near Shishan to find a piece of bluestone, painstakingly polished it into a water tank, and chopped a gourd to make a water gourd. When he started to make stone cups, bowls and chopsticks, Fairy Qinghua finally couldn't bear it anymore, walked up to him, and asked coldly, What the hell are you doing?

Ah? Gu Caiyu was sitting on the threshold to sharpen his knife. The knife had only cut through the wood, and it was a little dull. .

You have to live by yourself. Fairy Qinghua looked indifferent.

Don't, Gu Caiyu said hurriedly, Look, I built two rooms, one for you and one for me. I'm going to make another desk in the room to write and write on weekdays.

Fairy Qinghua frowned: Are you planning to go out and live here forever?

Live here for the rest of your life? Gu Caiyu's voice sounded very happy, That's not bad. Look at the beautiful scenery here, the wind and the moon are boundless, and there are beautiful women to accompany you.

A strong wind slashed from the top of his head, and three blue silk fluttered down.

Fairy Qinghua looked at him coldly, and the long sword in her hand was dazzling.

Gu Caiyu swallowed his saliva: . I only dare to look at it from a distance, and I don't dare to make mistakes.

Fairy Qinghua snorted coldly and turned away.

After that, Fairy Qinghua still practiced and split the barrier every day, and then returned without success.

Gu Caiyu's thatched cottage became more and more complete.

The wooden couch was set up, and the table was cut. There are windows, stoves, and stoves. The bluestone tank was full of water, and the white-cut chicken often flew to the gourd water scoop to find water to drink.