On the high platform, the girl from a foreign country always remembered the scholar's promise, so others came to marry her, but she refused to get married. Winter passed and spring came, year after year, and unknowingly, the girl became an old girl.
Seeing that her appearance was withering, the girl ignored the opposition of her family, took her luggage, secretly left home, and went to the capital to look for a scholar.
By the time she arrived in the capital after going through all kinds of difficulties, she had become a well-established lady in the court.
The haggard girl stood on the street corner, looking at the noble scholar riding on the tall horse, tears streaming down her face. She raised the corners of her mouth in panic and turned around quietly.
The play ended here.
Beiming sighed softly at this sad ending.
There are only two kinds of love dramas in the world, one is the tragic drama like the one in front of us, and the other is the completely opposite happy drama.
However, in Qiye Continent today, there are far more tragic dramas than happy dramas. In the words of those who are good at writing excerpts, happiness is too superficial and not as profound as tragedy.
But she has never been a deep person, so she prefers happy dramas to tragic dramas. The story books produced under the name of Bei Mingjun make people laugh every time they read them. At the end of each story, there is a big twist.
reunion.
Bei Ming picked up the teapot and planned to pour another cup of tea for the beauty across from him, but he didn't expect that the other person's eyes were filled with surging sadness, and his beautiful eyes were glued to the high platform, unable to calm down for a long time.
Bei Ming, who is well versed in the essence of caring for fragrance and cherishing jade, immediately stood up, half-crouched in front of Jingzhi, then raised his sleeves to wipe the corners of his eyes, and while wiping, he advised: "Beauty, don't feel bad, be good~"
Jingzhi's eyes were originally filled with tears, but after Bei Ming made such a fuss, a tear actually fell from the corner of his eyes.
These tears may have nothing to do with sadness.
I feel pity for the beautiful woman, but how can I bear it for a lustful person like Bei Ming?
She immediately raised her hand and made a vow: "Beauty, if you feel really uncomfortable, I will rewrite the ending for you, so that the scholar and the girl will be united forever and grow old together."
Jingzhi quickly withdrew and retreated to a position ten steps away from Beiming before stopping. He frowned and said righteously: "Please show some respect to yourself, Banshee."
"ha?"
"Also, since the scholar is a heartless person, if the ending is changed forcibly, the girl may not be able to live a good life. It is better to maintain the current ending and let them forget each other in the world."
If she rewrites it, she can write the scholar into a deeply affectionate person.
However, the beautiful little Taoist priest's eyes were so serious, as if the play was not just a play, but a real story.
That's all, who cares about scholars and girls, she just wants the beauty to be happy.
Bei Ming curled his lips and immediately changed his words: "Then I let the girl bump into the Prime Minister, let the Prime Minister fall in love with her at first sight, and then marry her back to be a real wife, and let the ungrateful scholar call her mother every day?"
"——" The beautiful little Taoist priest was dumbfounded. He was stunned for a long time, and finally handed over his hands dumbfounded, "Banshee, I have already drunk the tea. It's getting late, so I'll say goodbye."
Jingzhi tapped his toes, instead of heading towards the stairs, he flew towards the balcony.
Bei Ming didn't move, and suddenly flicked his sleeves, and the disappearing barrier was opened again.
Standing on the railing of the balcony, it was like the scene of banishing an immortal in the human world, and she was full of powerlessness: "Banshee, I really need to leave."
Bei Ming looked at the bright sun flying into the sky with a smile, and replied calmly: "It's still early, so there's no rush."
"..."
Beiming took a quick step and flew in front of Jingzhi. When Jingzhi saw Beiming approaching, he could only stagger back. Beiming chased after him again, and Jingzhi had to avoid it again.
However, the third floor of the wine shop was only so big, and no matter how agile Jingzhi was, he could not escape the trap. The two of them walked back and forth dozens of times in the cramped building.
Half an hour later, the beauty standing in the corner of the balcony bowed her hands and said almost in a begging tone: "Banshee, if you have something to ask for, you might as well say so. As long as I can do it, I won't shirk it."
"really?"
"A gentleman's promise."
Bei Ming raised the corners of his mouth with pleasure: "I don't like it.
With the name Banshee, you can call me Xiao Beibei, or Xiao Mingming."
"..." Jingzhi's lips trembled, he curled up his hands hard, closed his eyes in pain, suppressing the emotions that were about to completely collapse, and then he said, "Beiming."
Nice to hear.
She never knew that one day, the word "Bei Ming" would be called so by someone. It was not like the unteachable anger of Nianyi's little boy, nor the disgust and disdain of her brother.
, but a clear and shallow feeling, as cold and erratic as the clouds and mist on the top of Buzhou Mountain.
Bei Ming's look at Jingzhi had a depth that even she herself had not noticed.
On the balcony railing, Beiming and Jingzhi look at each other in the distance.
"Jingzhi likes to go to the theater?"
"It doesn't count."
"Uh..." Such an ambiguous answer really illustrates Jingzhi's powerlessness in not wanting to talk to her. If it were anyone else, she would have given up in the face of such an inviolable existence, but she has always been a perseverant person.
God Lord.
Bei Ming blinked and gave a harmless and innocent smile: "If Jing Zhi is unwilling to tell me the truth, then I will follow Jing Zhi for a few more days and I will always be able to find the answer."
Jing Zhi's face darkened and he replied, "I don't think I like watching plays."
"oh?"
The darkness of the scene ruffles my sleeves.
He didn't want to tangle with Bei Ming anymore, so he used 100% of his strength to try to break the barrier.
It's a pity that he really doesn't understand Bei Ming. If he did, he would never waste his efforts to break the barrier. Instead, he should find a way to kill her, the one who created the barrier.
Because of the barrier created by Beiming, there are not many gods on Buzhou Mountain who can break it, let alone a mortal with a fairly good cultivation level in the human world?
Bei Ming didn't stop Jingzhi, he just went ahead and broke her. She even sat down and watched him leisurely.
After another half-quarter of an hour, Jingzhi, whose face was a little pale but could not break the barrier, also sat down. He said: "Since five years ago, Pindao's cultivation has stagnated. The elders in the family said that Pindao
The reason why he couldn't break through was because Pindao's heart was too pure.
If I don't know what the troubles in the world are, I can't talk about breaking up and letting go. So I left home and came to the world. I want to see what the common things in the world are like."
"..." After a moment, Beiming burst into laughter: "Hahaha..."
How could there be such an innocent and lovely beauty in the world? I really want to capture Buzhou Mountain, keep her by my side, and enjoy her every day!
Beiming's laughter made Jingzhi unable to hide his embarrassment: "Why are you laughing?"
"I'm sorry." Bei Ming hurriedly suppressed his smile and tried to look straight. If he really pissed off the beauty, how could she seduce him in the future?
"Jingzhi, I don't know what your elders said? It's just that if you want to understand human affairs through these sour operas, it may be a little difficult."
"Is that so?" Jing Zhi lowered his eyes and focused on the bustling Shixian Street, "I am a poor man who only wants to cultivate immortality and doesn't really want to get close to the troubled human world."
"Jingzhi is dedicated to practice, but he only wants to become an immortal?"
Jing Zhi nodded and admitted frankly: "Yeah."
"Why?"
Jing Zhi didn't answer, but looked at Bei Ming with a slightly subtle look, as if he was looking at a fool: "Don't you want to become an immortal?"
She doesn't have to think about it because she already is.
But if she could think about it, she didn't want to become an immortal.
"In no mood."
Jing Zhixiao, with a hint of vague contempt in his smile: "A demon is not like a human being. If you die, you can still be reborn and have a chance to rebuild. If a demon dies, your body and soul will be destroyed. Since you are a demon, you can
You should focus on cultivating immortality and achieve transcendence as soon as possible."
"Well……"
As a god, if she said she wanted to become an immortal, she would probably be slapped off Mount Buzhou by her ruthless brother. After all, gods are much more valuable than immortal gold.
"Beiming, it's great to become an immortal." Jing Zhiru persuaded, "Perhaps you should practice immortality well. In this way, you can get rid of this too dissolute habit and become the ethereal Qingyi Su'e."
"……"green
Yi Su'e? Too dull!
However, facing a cultivator who is full of yearning for Kunlun, Bei Ming really can't throw cold water on him. Besides, if the beauty can really cultivate and achieve perfection and fly into Kunlun, it will be a great good thing for her, so why should she?
Are you anxious to pour cold water on the other party?
As for the little things like saying that the days and nights in the Kunlun Mountains are not much different from those in the human world, and are even a hundred times more boring than the human world, she does not need to express it to the beauty.
"So the beauty is devoted to the Tao and just wants to ascend as soon as possible?"
"good."
"Okay, I'll help you." When the beauty turned into a fairy, she abducted him and went down the mountain together to live happily in the world!
Jing Zhi hurriedly waved his hands and refused eagerly: "No need to bother me."
"Jing Zhi and I met like old friends. A wise man died for his confidant. In order for Jing Zhi to become an immortal as soon as possible, it is my duty to do so."
"..."
Jingzhi sighed deeply and asked, "How are you doing?"
Beiming cast her eyes on the bustling world. Such an endless stream was her favorite scene, so she didn't like to stay in Liangshan.
On the two mountains, the beauty of the mountains may be far greater than that of the human world, but the beauty of the two mountains is like a cold picture scroll, while the beauty of the human world warms the heart vividly.
A beauty is still an immortal. She has to let him know that a warm heart is far more important than becoming an immortal. Otherwise, when he ascends to Kunlun, it will just be another beautiful clay doll in the two mountains.
"I wonder if Jing Zhixi likes reading storybooks?"
"..." Jing Zhi blinked, a trace of undetectable struggle flashed in his eyes, and then he answered, "It doesn't count."
It seems that the beauty likes story books more than dramas.
"I don't like the hustle and bustle of the world, but if I don't walk into the hustle and bustle, I can't see through the mixed flavors under the hustle and bustle. I thought about it a lot, and then I chose a compromise.
Everyone in the world says that life is like a play, and play is like life. All kinds of suffering in the world are both in the human world and in every play written by mortals."
"Smart King."
The beauty's face turned red and she opened her eyes.
Taking advantage of the beauty's shyness, Bei Ming quietly stepped forward and took the beauty's hand quickly and knowingly: "If you want to read a playbook, how could Jingzhi miss Jiuyi's Sanwei Bookstore?"
The entangled beauty was shocked: "What?"
Bei Ming smiled tenderly and hooked his hands on the beauty's arms. The beauty tried to break away, but Bei Ming's hands tightened and he couldn't break free: "Jing Zhiruo is devoted to the Tao and wants to ascend. I think he is a person with a pure heart and few desires.
"
"nature."
"That being the case, what does it matter whether I am a man or a woman, or whether I hold your hand? If your heart is not moved, it will be useless no matter how the wind blows."