The world is huge, and Bei Ming has never been to every place. There are only two places she goes to most often, Jiuyi's bookstore, and Zengcheng's Shixian Street.
I think she ran away from home for the first time because she couldn't stand the loneliness of the two mountains.
There are ancient books from the Gods that say that the wine from Buzhou Mountain is unparalleled in the world, but that wine is just a colorless and tasteless mountain spring. It is also said that the mountain fruits from Buzhou Mountain are incomparable, but in fact the taste of the mountain fruits is as light as water.
Unable to bear it, Bei Ming finally slipped down the mountain when it was dark and windy for a month, taking advantage of others' unpreparedness. Only after she walked through the human world did she realize that the beauty of the two mountains was just an illusion of beauty created by gods and immortals.
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As soon as the clouds started to fall, the aroma from Shixian Street made Beiming's mouth water.
She sniffed hard, looking intoxicated.
Just because of this taste, she was beaten many times by her own brother, but she never regretted it.
Beiming's fast cat ate at Fairy Street. Within a short time, not only her mouth was full of food, but her left and right hands were also full of food. While she was eating, she searched the wine shops on both sides, intending to find a place to drink and eat at the same time.
Suddenly, she paused.
There seemed to be a different kind of fragrance in the greasy and fragrant Shixian Street, like... the smell of frost on the top of Kunlun Mountain. She paused suddenly and shrank carefully.
Could it be that her brother came down to earth to look for her?
Bei Ming followed the smell and looked towards a tower. Sitting on the tower was a little Taoist priest wearing green and gray clothes.
Not a fairy?
She then felt relieved and returned to her arrogant look. However, before she could continue walking, her eyes suddenly froze as she caught a glimpse of the little Taoist priest's face.
What a little beauty!
Bei Ming immediately swallowed her mouthful of food, then stuffed all the things in her hands to the strangers who passed her by. She rushed to the balcony of the restaurant under the incomprehensible eyes of the passers-by.
Liveliness is valuable, and good food is expensive. If you are a beauty, you can throw away both.
She rushed to the door of the wine shop, and the waiter who greeted the guests bowed to greet her, but she pulled him away and strode in. She didn't dare to delay, what if the little beauty ran away?
As she rushed upstairs, she heard the sound of silk and bamboo in her ears. She glanced casually and saw that on the high platform of the restaurant, several actors were about to perform on stage.
The crowd of spectators applauded one after another and made a lot of noise.
Did she see it wrong? The little beauty on the balcony was not a little Taoist priest? In other words, the little Taoist priest was born differently and did not like to cultivate his moral character, but he loved the love of his children?
If true, she is lucky!
Beiming went up to the third floor.
As soon as she reached the third floor, she paused. The first and second floors of the wine shop were full of guests and people were buzzing, but the third floor was quiet except for a beautiful little Taoist priest sitting on the balcony with his head buried in a book.
The little Taoist priest was so focused that he didn't even notice Beiming's arrival. Beiming raised his head slightly and wanted to see what kind of book it was that made the little Taoist priest so focused.
At this time, the waiter who was chasing her was panting from the climb up the stairs. While holding on to the handrail, he was shouting heartbreakingly: "Sir, you can't go to the third floor -"
The little Taoist priest raised his eyes in shock, his indifferent eyes passing over Bei Ming who was standing at the top of the stairs.
They were a pair of crystal-white glazed eyes, without any warmth in them. They had the same virtues as the gods on the two mountains.
But Beiming was convinced that this person was not a god or an immortal, but a human being.
The waiter chased after Beiming and urged: "Sir, we can't come to the third floor. Please follow the waiter down."
"Why?"
The waiter reluctantly curled up his lips and explained patiently: "Back to the guest officer, the third floor has been booked by a distinguished guest."
Distinguished guest?
It seems that the beautiful little Taoist priest in front of me is not short of money, so she is most likely a child of a noble family.
When the waiter saw that Bei Ming refused to move, he added, "Please follow me downstairs. I will find you a good place to sit and watch the opera and listen to the music."
She didn't come here to listen to music or watch a show.
Bei Ming turned his head and his eyes fell on the little Taoist priest on the balcony again.
The book open on the tea table
, I don’t know when the trace disappeared, but the little Taoist priest’s eyes have turned to the high platform. On the high platform, the curtain has been opened.
Bei Ming couldn't move his eyes away because the little Taoist priest in front of him was so beautiful.
Jiang Li, the Demon King of Youdu, is also so beautiful that the whole world is eclipsed by his beauty. Anyone who stands beside Jiang Li cannot escape being eclipsed. Therefore, after seeing the extreme beauty of Bei Ming, it is difficult to recognize others.
The beauty of.
But, the beautiful little Taoist priest is different.
His beauty is completely different from Jiang Li's coquettish beauty. If Jiang Li is a mountain, then this little Taoist priest is the water. Although the water is not very beautiful, it has a long-lasting silent beauty.
It's the kind of beauty that the gods of the two mountains think they have, but actually don't have.
Beiming didn't want to leave.
She turned around, boldly took out a large gold ingot from her sleeve, and threw it to the waiter who blocked the way: "I - I just think that the location here is the best."
The waiter was shocked by the gold ingot in his hand. He couldn't help but swallowed greedily.
As a popular storyteller in the world, Bei Ming is not short of money, and money is her biggest weapon in the world.
"how?"
"..." The waiter held onto Jin Yuanbao tightly.
Amidst the waiter's delay, Bei Ming stepped onto the stairs and passed through the barrier set up by the little Taoist priest. It was difficult for others to get through, but it was useless for her.
The little Taoist priest turned his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his impatient eyes fell on her face.
This glance made Bei Ming know that she had underestimated the beauty of the little Taoist priest. She concluded that even if Jiang Li was there, the little Taoist priest standing beside Jiang Li would not be inferior in the slightest.
Bei Ming licked his lips, thinking that it was so stunning that he couldn't miss it.
She raised her hand and asked politely: "I wonder what you call me?"
"..." The little Taoist priest did not answer, and his eyes fell on the waiter who was standing on the stairs, "Female monk, this place has been reserved by the poor Taoist, please choose another place to go."
"I know." Bei Ming chuckled and nodded, and then calmly sat down directly opposite him under the little Taoist priest's extremely cold gaze.
"..."
"Today the restaurant is full of guests, except for the third floor reserved by Taoist friends, there are no empty seats." After saying that, Bei Ming turned around and asked the waiter who was still standing on the stairs, struggling in his heart, "Really?".
The waiter quickly put the gold ingot into his sleeve, then nodded sincerely: "Yes, sir."
Beiming smiled with satisfaction.
Most gods look down on mortals because mortals have extremely selfish desires. In order to satisfy their selfish desires, they can even do many shocking things.
But Beiming believes that the selfish desires of mortals are sometimes good.
The waiter gave a flattering smile: "Please wait a moment, two distinguished guests. I will make a pot of good tea and bring it over."
After that, the waiter didn't give the little Taoist a chance to refuse, turned around quickly and rushed downstairs.
Seeing the waiter slipping away so fast, a hint of displeasure finally rose up in the little Taoist priest's indifferent eyes: "Female monk, it's not good for you to do this."
"What's wrong?"
"It's a breach of integrity."
Bei Ming laughed and said, "Fellow Taoist, are you talking about yourself?"
"..." The little Taoist priest was stunned, "What?"
"Fellow Taoist, please take a look." Bei Ming pointed to the corridor on the street outside the wine shop, which was crowded with people. "Fellow Daoist, you are generous and can book the next floor to watch the show.
But those people who are short of money cannot even walk through the door openly. If I say that bribing the waiter with gold ingots is dishonest, then what should I call my Taoist friend's behavior like this?"
The little Taoist priest blinked, dumbfounded and unable to answer.
Seeing this, Bei Ming stretched out his hand very considerately and patted the little Taoist priest's shoulder. The little Taoist priest was still stunned and had no time to avoid Bei Ming's clutches, so Bei Ming took the opportunity to touch him one more time.
Bundle.
Well, with distinct muscles and bones, this Taoist priest is not only beautiful, but his style under his clothes may be even more amazing. If he could pull off one or two pieces, then...
The smile on Beiming's face became more and more
Enthusiastic: "Fellow Taoist, I am a disciple of the cultivating family just like you. As the saying goes in the world, all cultivators in the world belong to the same family. Since we are one family, how can you, fellow Taoist, drive me away?"
The little Taoist priest glanced at the shoulder that was touched by Bei Ming, and there was a shocked expression on his face that he was being treated lightly but could not believe it and dared not speak. After a while, the little Taoist priest's face turned as red as a ripe mountain fruit.
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If not, the fruits on the mountain all looked like little Taoist priests, and no matter how disgusting they tasted, she would never get tired of eating them.
I don't know if her gaze was too eager, but the little Taoist stood up in a hurry: "I remembered that I had other important things to do, so I didn't disturb the Taoist sister watching the show."
After saying that, the little Taoist priest was leaving.
Beiming didn't turn his head, only swaying his sleeves lightly, and another barrier surrounded the third floor. Seeing this, the little Taoist priest tried to break the barrier, but he couldn't break it.
Bei Ming half-supported his head with a smile and asked, "Fellow Taoist, the show is about to begin, why are you leaving so soon?"
On the high platform, a down-and-out scholar fell down halfway because of poverty and illness. Not long after, a lady from a noble family passed by and kindly rescued the scholar back home.
The scholar was handsome and full of poetic talent, and the young lady was quickly attracted to him.
The young lady was beautiful, gentle and pleasant. The scholar was depressed and full of thoughts.
The man was interested in his concubine, and within a few days, the scholar and the lady fell in love with each other and made a vow of eternal love.
The little Taoist priest standing at the entrance of the stairs had a stern look on his face. He quickly pulled out the long sword in his sleeve and asked Beiming coldly: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
Bei Ming smiled and replied: "Watch a show."
Seeing that the scientific examination was about to take place, no matter how reluctant the young lady was, she had to say goodbye to the scholar affectionately. The scholar swore to heaven that he would definitely come back to marry the young lady when he was named on the gold medal list.
With tears in her eyes, the young lady also promised God that she would not marry anyone except a scholar in this life.
Bei Ming raised his sleeves and wiped away the tears of emotion that were not there at the corners of his eyes.
The little Taoist priest glared angrily, and the sword in his hand neighed with anger: "Who are you?"
Bei Ming sighed and replied helplessly: "Monk."
"No." The little Taoist priest shook his head solemnly, "You are not."
Bei Ming didn't care at all about the little Taoist priest's alertness. She stretched out her hand, picked up the cup of tea that the little Taoist priest had taken two sips of, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it: "Oh?"
The little Taoist priest's blushing face instantly turned bright red: "You——"
Seeing that the little Taoist priest had his throat stuck, Bei Ming replied in a very considerate manner: "Shameless?"
"..." The little Taoist priest suppressed the emotions that were about to get out of control and said coldly, "You are a monster."