not a monster

At dawn the next day, Feng Wuli opened his eyes and saw that the ceiling was not at home.

After thinking for a second, I remembered that I went back to my hometown Huaiqing yesterday.

The morning temperature in the mountains is frighteningly low, and the air outside the bed is cold and dry. Looking at this small old house, I feel the coldness in the air. It’s like going back to when I was a child. Shoes, there are so many people and things waiting for him.

Even if he couldn't respond at the time, that's a nice guy.

I saw that Wang Xilou was gone.

Little Zombie got up so early?

Feeling a heat source next to him under the quilt, and the weight against his chest.

Lifting a little bit of the quilt, I found that someone found a comfortable position in his arms, and lay on it with his arms around his waist. Maybe the weather was dry and the quilt was a bit stuffy, and the breathing sound in the quilt was not small.

After being stimulated by the light, his eyelashes trembled, and he let out a cute whimper from his nasal cavity. He shook his head in dissatisfaction like a cat, hugged his waist, and covered his face with messy hair.

He said in a muffled voice, "Don't look."

He put the quilt down again.

smacking tongue.

The little zombie's body is really hot. In fact, it's not her body that's hot, but the wind is unreasonably hot, but her thermal conductivity is not good. After absorbing the heat, her whole body becomes warm, like a big warm baby.

After a while, Feng Wuli put down his phone and whispered to the bulging blanket:
"Master, it's time to get up."

"Don't call Master at such a time!" A muffled voice came from under the quilt.

"A teacher for one day and a father for life, how can you not be called a master if you are a master?"

"You want to piss me off!"

This man did it on purpose!
After getting up at six o'clock, Wang Xilou was sitting by the bed combing her hair, a little angry. This woman is angry about getting up, but she is usually not very willing to lose her temper with herself.

It seems that last night, talking softly, hugging each other and sleeping with each other all night, caused her a lot of changes in her mentality.

Dare to lose my temper with myself.

Feng Wuli looked at her combing her hair. The window in the house is very small, the window is transparent and opaque. In the morning, the sun is very oblique, and there are six grids on the wall when it shines into the house. The furniture is all oxidized and blackened wood. The floor is not tiled, and there is a faded and yellowed poster decades ago on the wall. The air and sunlight are both dry and cold, and cocks are constantly crowing in the mountain village, all of which look like the old days.A festive red-framed round mirror stood on the table. Wang Xilou held a plastic comb and tilted her head in front of the mirror to comb her hair again and again. Blending into this atmosphere of the 80s and [-]s, after all, she is an old-fashioned old lady, there are many glowing dust in the sun, and the morning light shines on one side of her face, she is sullen at herself, but he only thinks that Wang Xi is like this The tiny fluff on Lou's face is so cute that you can't move your eyes away.

She took out the change of clothes from her bag, took half of it, and looked up at the man sitting by the bed.

"Master needs to change clothes."

"Oh."

Wang Xilou couldn't believe it: "Are you still going out?"

"Ah? Oh." Feng Wuli stared blankly at her, and only now realized that he stood up and prepared to go out.

"Forget it, turn your back and don't look at it."

"Oh."

He turned his back and looked at the wall behind him. The morning sun was too oblique, and there was a shadow of a woman on the wall.

Feng Wuli: "??"

He stared at the shadow intently for 2 minutes, and realized for the first time that the shadow could be so beautiful.

"Okay...you didn't take a peek, did you?" The little zombie looked suspicious.

"No."

"Xiaolou, Afeng, are you up yet?" My aunt shouted outside.

Feng Wuli quickly replied: "It's up."

"Oh, why don't you eat breakfast? Just do your share."

"Hey, auntie, let me do it." Wang Xilou hurriedly got up to go out.

"It's no use." Aunt laughed away.

Wang Xilou found slippers to put on, and hurriedly opened the door and went out.

The wind in the morning was not too weak. Feng Wuli squatted at the entrance of the village with a bowl of noodles in his hands. After feeling it, the power was much weaker than last night. He saw that Wang Xilou was also holding a big bowl and was about to come out and sit.

"Don't come out, the wind is probably going to blow for a few days."

"How many days will I stay in the house? I will do your laundry and cooking for you?" She seemed angry.

Don't you usually wash and cook for me every day and don't go out?

Feng Wuli didn't dare to provoke her, so he told her to sit over a little bit and set up a screen to keep her out of the wind.

"You won't sit down by yourself?"

Feng Wuli shrank his neck and leaned over, "Please greet you."

The little zombie bared his zombie teeth to scare him, and there were footsteps behind him, and he quickly retracted his two teeth, almost biting himself.

My uncle had breakfast, and during the busy season in autumn, he planted a few acres of peanuts and harvested them in two days. Today, he went to help others in the village harvest them: "It's so windy today, are you going to go into the mountains? Uncle doesn't understand that subject."

"It's okay, it's like playing, just to see the busy farming."

"Shouldn't you be an educated youth going to the mountains and going to the countryside?"

"Hey! Almost there!"

From a distance, I saw someone walking on the country road.

Feng Wuli told his uncle that last night they met a tourist group and had no place to go due to the strong wind, so they arranged a partridge room for them.

"Where can people live in that place, that's where animals live!"

Those few people obviously heard the conversation here, so they couldn't come over.

Monks, Taoists, all walks of life, like a hodgepodge, uncle smoking dry tobacco, asking why the tour group came to this valley, isn't this a scam?This mountain is a remote mountain, and it is not a tourist attraction.

Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou sat on the threshold with their bowls in their hands and looked at them. The two masters and apprentices looked at the disheartened practitioners who obviously hadn't had a good night's rest, and laughed.

They came over again and again, and said thank you for borrowing, and wanted to give money. My uncle is an honest man, so he refused to ask for it. Someone in the village asked him to help collect rice bags and give wages.

"Is there any more here?"

The two masters and apprentices raised their heads and looked at the Shushan female sword fairy, and the other asked with a slobber.

Wang Xilou went in and greeted her.

Alipay arrives, 50 yuan.

Wang Xilou passed it on to his aunt, saying that it was given by that person just now.

My aunt ran out and said what money to give, and asked where the man Afeng was in Xiaolou, and the two young men squatting at the door pointed to the locust tree over there.

The female sword fairy in school uniform, holding her face and sitting under the locust tree, the morning breeze caresses her head, her black hair dances with the wind, the houses in the mountain village are scattered, like a broken cemetery, the sun shines on the female sword fairy The body is also scattered, if you wear an ancient costume instead of a high school uniform, it can be included in the painting.

That temperament is not like ordinary people.

Aunt Digu: "Ah Feng, who are these people? What kind of tour group are they? Why are there monks and Taoists?"

"It's okay, auntie."

"It always feels weird."

"It'll be all right."

The aunt looked at the nephew, said yes, wiped her hands in the hem of her clothes, and went back to the house.

As a result, for several days in a row, this group of people was in this ravine, and my uncle saw that the expressions of this group of people were not right, so he planned to call the police.

As a result, Director Li called him first, and said that a group of people from all walks of life came to visit them, so that they could receive them and charge money.

He was dubious.

Hey, there are really such idle people.

Uncle didn't care about it either, and tidied up a partridge house for the group of people who went to the mountains every day to spend the night.

One person charged [-] per night, and he drove a tricycle to the town a few times, and drove a few boxes of instant noodles, mineral water, etc., and his business was still booming.

It was another early morning, after eating instant noodles and drinking mineral water, the masters of the rivers and lakes prepared to go into the mountains and forests to find immortals.

"This villager doesn't know an expert, and still wants to call the police. He deserves to be so close to the gods, so he won't be destined to be a fairy."

"Ordinary people are so busy that they don't know the spirit and practice, let alone immortals."

"Hey, why is that man so unfamiliar, he doesn't look like a villager?"

"The relative who raises partridges."

Early in the morning, my uncle and aunt drove three rounds to the town to sell partridges. The temperature in the mountains was very low. Inside the house, Wang Xilou was wearing aunt's floral padded jacket, long johns, and cotton mops, watching the old TV while eating melon seeds.

There was also a felt hat of the same style as the old lady's on her head, Feng Wuli put it on for her with a lot of hands, and she cared about her as a little apprentice, so she didn't take it off because she was so sweet in her heart.

In fact, the unscrupulous apprentice felt that she was closer to the old lady this way.

A certain boy at the Eight Immortals desk was writing papers and complained that she had turned down her voice, so Wang Xilou hurriedly lowered her voice, for fear of disturbing her family and later studying as a college student.

Sensing someone coming at the door, the two turned their heads to look, yo, isn't this a fairy?

"The village is very lively." Sheng Qing said with a smile.

"They all came looking for you."

"Ah."

Feng Wuli was a little fuzzy about the memories of when he was five years old. It was only after Wang Xilou communicated with the other party that he realized that this man in modern urban attire and carrying a hiking bag was actually Sheng Qing.

He also saw Feng Wuli, a little dazed, the boy in his memory was only as tall as the corner of the table yesterday.

"It's already that big."

The boy got up to pour him tea, it was some rough tea, Shengqing waved his hand and said no, Feng Wuli thought it was because he didn't like the rough tea, and then he saw him take out a bottle of Coke from his schoolbag.

It's still Pepsi.

What about that gentle uncle pretending to be an elegant master?
Wang Xilou was overjoyed, and asked him if he wanted melon seeds. Sheng Qing said, "Excuse me." He sat down beside him, and started eating melon seeds.

He also asked Wang Xilou to switch channels, wanting to see Shonan TV. There was a singing competition recently. He liked it very much.

"I've been practicing in the mountains for the past few days, but there's no signal. It's really uncomfortable."

"You're quite fashionable." Wang Xilou switched the channel. This old TV has many snowflakes and can receive very few channels.

Shengqing's face was gentle, and his gentle appearance was a bit like Feng Wuli's memory, even cracking melon seeds was a bit more ornamental than Wang Xilou's.

"It's you, why do you look like an old lady now?"

"Hey you old snake demon."

"Your disciples are all this tall."

Wang Xilou scratched her head. She wanted to introduce Feng Wuli in another way, but she was too awkward to speak. After all, the relationship between master and apprentice is always contrary to common sense.

Unexpectedly, Shengqing picked up a melon seed, and suddenly realized something, and smiled lightly.

"So that's the case, not an apprentice."

Feng Wuli put the paper on the table of the Eight Immortals aside, and asked bluntly, "Master Shengqing, are you an immortal now?"

"It's done."

"The tribulation of becoming an immortal has also passed?" Feng was unreasonably surprised.

"It's over."

Feng Wuli didn't understand, "Monsters have an infinite lifespan compared to humans. It's understandable for humans to desire to become immortals. What is the reason for Master Shengqing to become immortals?"

Shengqing smiled: "Elves are different from people. Most elves are not persistent in their cultivation. We have a longer life, eat the wind and drink the dew, invite the stars to admire the moon, but like seeds planted in spring, they will bear fruit in autumn. , it just happened to be me."

Feng Wuli is not a good person, but he is also very curious about becoming a fairy, and if necessary, he will become a fairy in the future.

"Master Shengqing, is it convenient for Cheng Xianjie to talk about it?"

"It's okay to say."

The little apprentice leaned over to sit with the little zombie, and Wang Xilou peeled the melon seeds one by one, and put them in his palm.

"Becoming an Immortal Tribulation is related to Spirit Entanglement. I was born with Spirit Entanglement for astrology and divination. To become an Immortal Tribulation is counted in the three hexagrams. Once it starts, it cannot be stopped. If all the three hexagrams are met, I will be considered to have passed this calamity." .”

"This first hexagram, after calculating my last hexagram, will definitely count the life and death of an extraordinary creature."

"This second hexagram, if you calculate the last hexagram, the creature will definitely die within ten days."

Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou were both stunned, what kind of tribulation is this, can't they just lie down?

God gave benefits?
"But I couldn't leave during the tribulation, and the monsters in the forest also ran out early. I thought I was going to fail, but suddenly felt the breath of 28 practitioners in the forest of the tribulation."

Among the 28 practitioners, he only needs to choose one at random to survive this catastrophe.

"It's just that I couldn't bear to kill innocent people, so I raised the wind to drive them away, but they didn't leave, and they still wandered back to the mountains to find the traces of the immortals."

Wang Xilou's eyes widened, he has successfully crossed the tribulation, that is to say, he forgot the last hexagram!
"Have you done the last calculation?"

"never mind."

"Forget who?"

Sheng Qing was about to say something, when a picture on the cube TV suddenly interrupted them, he smiled gently and said he still wanted to drink tea.

Feng Wuli went to pour tea for him.

He replied softly: "Forget about myself."

He counted himself within ten days, he would definitely die, if the calculation was correct, he would die, if the calculation was inaccurate, if one of the three hexagrams failed, he would surely die.

This is his catastrophe.

In fact, he has not changed. He is still the gentle and refined gentleman of the past. No matter how he changes his clothes, whether it is a Confucian robe or a shirt, whether he is holding a cola or a tea, these are all things that change, and it has nothing to do with him. Feeling it, he has a desire to know about everything, just like when he saw a fan and a motorcycle, he couldn't help it, and he is still kind.

The only one who is good at snakes is Shengqing.

Feng Wuli can't understand.

If he came, he would definitely choose others to die in order to survive, but to Shengqing, this was more uncomfortable than letting him die.

Therefore, he chose to die by himself.

This is the thinking of monsters, they live very purely.

Wang Xilou couldn't help but feel a little sad when he thought that the guy who had known him for many years and didn't know if he was a friend was going to leave again.

"You're an idiot," she sighed.

He shook his head with a smile, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to play the king? I'm still a few stars away this season."