Hidden Blade

The monk did not cheat Fang yu'er.

Fang Yueya's condition gradually stabilized after being refined into the spirit. However, just as Fang yu'er needs to slowly digest the spirit in her body in a long deep sleep, Fang Yueya also fell into a deep sleep after that. But such a time will not take hundreds of years to digest, as Fang yu'er did, but it will take three or five years.

Fang yu'er became alone again. Although in this underground palace, the monk arranged many attendants for her. She could drive them to her heart's content, and even said without exaggeration, if she let those servants die immediately, they would not hesitate to sacrifice their lives.

But this can't make Fang yu'er happy. Without Fang Yueya, she always feels something is missing. Although Fang Yueya and all the servants at one glance called her Majesty the holy emperor, or the monk gave her a new position, Lord Yama.

But the crescent moon grew up with her after all, and they almost talked about nothing, which was essentially different from those servants who respected her and feared her.

The monk didn't know what she was busy with. She didn't see her all day. Fang yu'er felt more and more bored. The only thing that could make her depressed and depressed happy was the osmanthus cake in the shop in the city.

On that day, she finished the homework that the monk had given her, as usual. Although she didn't like the lessons, the monk told her that it was the only way to get to the crescent moon. Therefore, she suppressed all the restlessness in her heart and forced herself to finish the homework every day. Then she will come to this shop, buy a sweet scented osmanthus cake, and eat it carefully, so that all the boredom accumulated on this day will naturally disappear at this time.

But it was a special day. She came late or the shop closed earlier.

It's not that her memory is not bad. In fact, as long as she wants, she can clearly recall everything that happened every day and every moment in the past. But that day, she could not remember a lot of things, because compared to the person she met that day, all the remaining things were not so important.

She watched the shop owner close the shop door and turned away. She couldn't call back. She couldn't help but feel like everything was not so important on this day. She sighed and was about to return to the gloomy Temple of the underworld, but suddenly she caught sight of a boy with a long sword on his back and a piece of oil paper wrapped in his hand.

There was a sweet scented osmanthus on the oil paper, which she recognized. It was the unique oil paper of this pastry shop.

She immediately in front of a light, do not want to take out a silver from her arms, heavy, enough five Liang. This amount was enough to buy the pastry made all day, and she felt that there was no reason for the other party to refuse her.

"Give me osmanthus cake, and the money is yours." So she took it for granted.

This is the first thing she learned after being rejected by the store owner that time - no one will refuse silver. If so, give him more money.

But the boy with this sword looked up and down at the girl with a very strange look. This kind of look made the girl feel uncomfortable and even more unhappy. Therefore, in order to eliminate such discomfort and displeasure, she took out five Liang silver from her arms and handed it to the boy. She said, "if it is not enough, I still have it."

The boy didn't say that vulgar thing like what was written in the book: "is it great to have money?" Like that.

He looked at the girl like this. When the girl was about to collapse in the eyes like that, he suddenly grinned. To be fair, the boy was not good-looking, but that smile somehow made the girl's heart faster.

Then the boy raised the cake in his hand and said, "do you want to eat it?"

"Of course, why else would I buy it?" The girl said so, the tone is very bold, and even a bit superior to the taste. But it was not her original intention, but out of some kind of mind that she could not say. She said such a sentence in that tone at that time. It seemed that only in this way could she cover up the things in her heart.

But as soon as the words were spoken, she regretted that she seemed to care about whether the boy would think that she was such a rude person.

But before she had time to think about it, the boy had already handed the cake to her arms: "it's for you."

He said so, and then without waiting for the girl to respond, he turned and walked into the crowd.

The girl was a little dazed, holding the oil paper wrapped things. When she came back to her mind, the figure of the boy had disappeared in the busy street.

On that day, the girl still got her sweet scented osmanthus cake. Everything was as old as before, but what was different was that she was not willing to eat that osmanthus cake, and all the accumulated on that day was surprisingly not following her. She began to look forward to the coming of tomorrow for the first time in her life.

In this way, she can finish her homework early, go to the shop early, buy the osmanthus cake she wants, or meet the boy who looks ugly but laughs very well...

a long time ago, before the crescent moon went to sleep, she once told Fang yu'er a story.

A very boring story.

If she can't remember the content of the story, it's probably that a man and a woman meet under a bridge and have a quick glance, and then they will meet each other unexpectedly in the later life, and they will all be happy together. This story does not have much appeal to Fang yu'er. The only thing she can remember is a sentence in the book that Fang Yueya often mumbles during that time.

No matter the wind and rain, no matter whether it's cloudy or sunny, fate will always lead the people to meet again and again until they are sure of each other.

Fang yu'er was once indifferent, but that night, when she was lying on the bed, she always thought of this sentence in her mind. She thought that maybe she and the boy should be like this, so she was sure that she could meet him again.

Therefore, after getting up the next day, she worked very hard on the homework prescribed by the monk. On weekdays, she had to spend five or six hours from the morning to the evening. Today, she only took four hours to finish it. Then she went to the door of the shop early without even paying attention to dinner.

But life is not a story after all. She did not meet the boy again. She stood outside the shop, waiting and waiting until the dusk fell and the door of the store was closed. The boy never appeared again.

Fang yu'er was disappointed, but she didn't realize where her disappointment came from. She just felt that she had to return the things she had taken from others, so with such a mind, she would do so every day after that. She came to this shop early and waited for the boy to appear.

But after that, the boy seemed to disappear and never appeared in front of Fang yu'er. So Fang yu'er began to think about where the boy had gone. Of course, she knew that the world was very big, far more than a small town beside the temple of the underworld, but how big it meant was still a vague concept for Fang yu'er.

So she gave her servants an order. She wanted the best map, the best to see every town in the world, and to find every edge of the world. This is, of course, a very impractical order, because no one can tell exactly how big the world is. There are 100000 mountains in the west, Kunlun fairy palace in the depth of 100000 mountains, endless Southern wilderness over there, and continuous snow fields outside the henghuang city in the north. As for the winter, there is an infinite sea where no one can see the boundary and no one goes beyond the boundary.

When no one can say how big the world is, then the map Fang yu'er wants is naturally a nonexistent thing. But fortunately, among the many servants arranged by the monk, although they were loyal, they were not stupid people. They did not insist on looking for such a nonexistent thing. They brought a detailed map to Fang Yuer and told her about all the known things in the world.

Fang yu'er was not satisfied with the answer paper they handed in, but accepted the map. Then she drove the servants out of the room and spread out the map in the room by herself.

The map records most of the world's known places, and the town where the hell hall is located is naturally on it. Fang yu'er did not waste much effort to find this place.

Then she began to draw on the map with that point as a fulcrum, and then she sighed with dismay.

The world is not the size of this map, but even if it is only this size, if the boy goes to the farthest place and comes back, it will take four or five years to come back. Of course, the assumption is that the boy will choose to come back. At that moment, Fang yu'er suddenly understood a truth - the story Yueya told her was really the most boring story in the world, and the words she often said were also the most nonsense truth in the world.

It is a miracle that two people can meet in such a big world. If we miss it, can we expect such a miracle to happen again?

There will be miracles in this world, but will the same miracles happen to the same person twice?

Maybe, but Fang yu'er is not such a lucky person.

So, in principle, she never had a chance to meet the boy again, but she did, but it had nothing to do with miracles.

...

when the ghost Bodhi sitting in the camp thought of this, she suddenly showed her face and laughed. This is a rare thing. In fact, since the boy who grew up to be a man died in the Taiyin palace, she seldom had such effect. If she laughed, it was probably related to him.

Camp fire is still jumping, ghost Bodhi sat back to her position, she suddenly looked at a room somewhere, said: "come out."

The campfire leaped, and there was no sound in the camp. Only the ghost Bodhisattva's voice was still ringing back and forth, and there was no response.

The ghost Bodhi frowned, and she said again, "since I'm here, I don't want to come out to meet you. How can I be afraid of killing you?"

This words exit, that camp dark corner suddenly a burst of space distortion, in the twisted darkness, a figure stepped out. It was a young man in black. His eyebrows were not pretty, but his eyes were very beautiful. It was like a pool of spring water. It was clean and bright. But in the depth of the water, under the cover of sand and dust, there was a dusty sword.The young man stepped up to the ghost Bodhi, held out his hand and paid homage to the ghost Bodhi. He said, "disciple Xu Han, I have seen the second Shiniang."

But this kind of respect did not get the response that the ghost Bodhisattva should have. She just snorted and asked, "how long has it been?"

"For a while," Xu Han replied

"What? There are so many beautiful girls in the family who don't look at them. They come to spy on your teachers. They are not afraid to go to hell and your master will chop you up? " The ghost Bodhi spoke again.

Xu Han did not dare to take over, but could only truthfully say: "the teacher's mother is in a daze, I think there must be some thinking, dare not disturb, so I can only stand aside."

Hearing this, the ghost Bodhi was stunned, probably because she remembered her thoughts just now. Suddenly, she was silent, and her expression on her face became more complicated. Looking at the ghost Bodhi at the moment, Xu Han saw that she was so silent, so he asked, "what is the Shiniang just thinking about?"

The ghost Bodhi raised his head and glanced at Xu Han and said, "I miss you that bastard master."

Xu Han seemed to have expected such an answer. He didn't show much surprise. Instead, he said with a faint smile at that time: "that's really good."

"What's so good about it?" The ghost Bodhi raised his eyebrows and asked.

"If you can remember the teacher's wife, you should still be that one. Isn't it good?"

The ghost Bodhi did not agree with Xu Han's words, but said at that time: "but what I think is not your son of a bitch master's good?"

Xu Han seems to be a little surprised, he can't help but ask: "so, Shibo did something that Shiniang didn't like?"

"That's quite a lot, but I don't remember the villain's mistakes, and I don't have a common understanding with him. But there's only one thing that I've always held in my mind." The ghost Bodhi spoke in a relaxed tone. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. They almost didn't mention the position of both sides at the moment. The conversation between them was more like holding the family to recall their old friends.

"I'd like to hear more about it." Xu Han responded with a smile.

The ghost Bodhi hesitated slightly, and then nodded: "well, let me tell you. You are also a guy who can cheat girls. Help me to see whether the story you made up for me was true or not. "

Said the ghost Bodhi's eyes become deep up, her calm voice began to tell about the second meeting between him and her.

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