Xuanyin Waterfall is located in the north of Fengling. The north of the mountain is overcast and the sunlight is limited.
In addition, the water in the pool is cold and mist-filled, creating a slight chill that rivals the warm east wind.
At this time, the turbulent water was noisy and the rocks were thundering, but it did not cover up the panic in the scream. Yang Zhaoxi just screamed, but he borrowed a strength from nowhere, jumped up again, and jumped towards the crazy fish.
Place to run to.
After a few breaths, he turned back with the bloody iron sword and pointed at Liu Xiaomu in front of him: "You... what do you want to do? If you want to harm my relatives and friends in the village, I will fight you until death..."
Liu Xiaomu suddenly turned around and came forward, her figure was nimble and nimble, her skirt was flying, like the snow falling in the flowing wind. Yang Zhaoxi was stunned for a moment, Liu Xiaomu had already stretched out her soft jade finger and flicked it on the iron sword. He only heard "clang"
, when there were a few clear sounds, the sword was like an ice skate, breaking into several pieces in an instant.
Liu Xiaomu put his hands on his waist and sneered quite proudly: "You want to hurt me with this piece of scrap metal? What a mantis trying to do it! Besides, if your relatives and friends in Yangliu Villa treat you like that, they will kill them all.
It’s no shame!”
Yang Chaoxi was at a loss. She took a few steps back, but missed another step and fell into the blue pool. She choked on her water for a few times before jumping up: "Cough! Cough... It's none of your business what they do to me! If you hurt them,
In the slightest, I will definitely... it's not right... you are following me!"
Liu Xiaomu shook his head and said disapprovingly: "I didn't mean to follow you. I just ran to find you and happened to watch a good show... Alas! Heroes are short-tempered, but children love each other. This is how you humans have always been. But you don't
Being willing to repent and passing it down from generation to generation is called 'loyalty, filial piety, justice'. How they treat you is of course none of my business! Otherwise, if I had taken action early on, would I have left you half-dead all day long, sighing?"
Although Yang Chaoxi felt that what she said was outrageous and absurd, she couldn't think of anything to say to refute it. She could only ask: "Then... how did you find me? Did you use something like 'Chasing the Soul A Thousand Miles Away'?
Isn’t it possible to do sorcery?”
Liu Xiaomu looked at Yang Chaoxi, who was covered in water, and said with a smile: "No, no! 'Chasing Souls from Thousand Miles' is your human race's voodoo technique. Although our demon race values killing, we don't look down on such trivial evil methods.
Isn’t it easy to find you? I’m a monster! Eyes, noses, and ears are much better than your human race, and they can travel thousands of miles by day and eight hundred by night. Just listen at Cuiyun Peak and Yangliu Villa.
Take a look and smell it, what can't you know?"
Yang Zhaoxi was speechless after listening, but Liu Xiaomu came closer, making Yang suddenly feel uncomfortable. Liu Xiaomu looked at the tight muscles on his body, and suddenly smiled narrowly: "What are you thinking about? What are you thinking about...
...Is that Guan Lin'er of yours?"
Yang Chaoxi's face turned red and she said angrily: "What's none of your business! You're such a shameless witch, you don't know the difference between men and women... I'm going to get dressed now, don't peek..." After saying that, he covered his back.
, ran towards the place where the tattered robes were placed.
Liu Xiaomu rolled his eyes: "Hey! It's just a hairless monkey, what's there to see? Besides, didn't you take a good look at me bathing in the small pool that year? Even if I look back again, you won't be at a disadvantage.
…”
Yang Zhaoxi had already run a little further away, but she still heard clearly in her ears that Liu Xiaomu mentioned the embarrassing incident when he peeked at her bathing. His face was already red to the root of his neck, and he couldn't help thinking: She is indeed a witch! She is shameless! She is nothing like that.
Good looks, but really top-notch...
Yang Zhaoxi ran back to the granite, took off the only short robe on his body, wrung it out, and put it on again. Then he got a tattered Taoist robe and linen shoes, and quickly put them on.
Turning his head, he saw the crazy fish lying upright in the gravel and grass, and his stomach was already cramping with hunger. At this time, he could no longer care about anything else, so he used the only half-cut sword in his hand as a dagger to strike at the crazy fish.
Scrape it off.
Outside the swallowing mouth of the broken sword, there is still a broken blade that is not more than a foot long. It is quite convenient to use it to scrape scales and bones. Yang Chaoxi ignores the smell of fish and scrapes off a small piece of fish scales with a broken blade.
He cut off a piece of fish with his sword, roughly picked out the bones and bones, then stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. After eating a few pieces of fish with pleasure, his hunger was relieved a little. When he raised his sword to scrape the scales and cut the meat,
But suddenly he discovered that the crazy fish in front of him had already disappeared!
Yang Chaoxi's heart sank and he turned around, only to see Liu Xiaomu dragging a long wooden hook. The wooden hook pierced the fish's mouth and was dragging the crazy fish farther away.
Yang Zhaoxi was furious: "Devil! Give me back my fish and meat, you... you are going too far!"
Liu Xiaomu ignored him, and still dragged Crazy Fish forward slowly. It wasn't until Yang Zhaoxi caught up with him "whoosh, whoosh" that he turned his head and smiled sweetly: "Aren't my fishes delicious?"
Yang Chaoxi became even more angry and without replying, he tried to snatch the wooden hook off with his hands.
Liu Xiaomu jumped to the side and forward, and the crazy fish followed suit, jumping to the side and forward. She giggled: "Why are you so impatient? Don't you humans have to cook everything you eat?"
Yang Chaoxi's face was ferocious: "Bring it here!" He threw himself forward again.
Liu Xiaomu laughed again for a while, and then said: "You want to eat my fish, but you are so vicious. The slave family is so scared!" During the teasing, he avoided his snatching several times.
Yang Zhaoxi almost went crazy: "Bring it quickly!!" After saying this, his whole body started to tremble with anger, and he flew towards Liu Xiaomu again.
Liu Xiaomu dodged and dodged, and Yang Zhaoxi threw himself firmly on the gravel and grass, kicking up dust from all sides and unable to get up for a long time.
Liu Xiaomu stopped two feet away, observing Yang Zhaoxi's movements... However, there was no movement for a long time.
"You didn't fall to death, did you?" Liu Xiaomu tilted her head slightly, guessing suspiciously.
And Yang Zhaoxi, who was throwing herself among the grass, finally reacted slowly, her shoulders shook violently, and she seemed to be...crying...
Liu Xiaomu showed a "not fun at all" expression, dropped the wooden hook in his hand, and spread his hands helplessly. Then he walked forward gently, squatted down and patted Yang Chaoxi's trembling shoulder: "Hey! Little Taoist... follow me
You’re kidding me! You don’t need to show your true feelings like this, right?”
Yang Zhaoxi waited for a long time before he raised his head and said with tears streaming down his face: "You... you bully others too much... the people in the village bully me... you are a witch... you come to bully me too... woo, woo, woo
!”
Liu Xiaomu frowned and felt helpless: "But these are indeed my fish. I raised them for fun. I never intended to eat them... The one you killed was called 'Xuanqing Duwei'. I am the most...
like……"
"You are lying! This barren mountain and wilderness... what you say is yours is yours. What is the difference between it and the bandits who cut the path... Witch, you are just relying on your magic to bully me, a lone Taoist priest...
..." Yang Zhaoxi angrily interrupted her joke and shouted in a tearful tone.
Liu Xiaomu looked at him with great interest: "So what if I am powerful because of my sorcery? In this mortal world, it is only the big fists that have the final say! But seeing you crying so sadly, I am very compassionate and endure the pain.
I'll give up my love... I'll give this 'Captain Xuan Qing' to you!"
Yang Chaoxi glared at her fiercely, then got up, wiped the snot and tears off her face, and walked straight towards the crazy fish.
Just as he picked up the wooden hook to pull the herring back, he heard Liu Xiaomu behind him suddenly say: "My 'Xuanqing Captain' can be given to you, but there is a condition."
Yang Zhaoxi looked gloomy: "Witch, what tricks are you trying to play? Although I can't beat you, but if you humiliate me like this again, I will fight to the death to deal with it!"
Liu Xiaomu smiled calmly: "You don't have to act like you have such deep hatred! This is the second time we have met. If you have something to say, you can talk about it. If you have something, you can talk about it slowly. Well, I gave the fish to you, and you have to teach me a human martial art.
, preferably something I haven’t seen before.”
Yang Chaoxi said coldly: "If I refuse to teach you, or if you have already seen the martial arts I teach you, do you want to take this fish back?"
Liu Xiaomu chuckled and said, "Of course you don't have to. You humans are always so wordy and cautious, but we monsters are generous and will give it to you as promised. The conditions are just incidental. You can't get something for nothing, right?"
Yang Zhaoxi pondered for a moment before uttering two words: "Deal!"
After Yang Zhaoxi finished speaking, he dragged the crazy fish back to the place where he had just peeled off the scales and bones, and picked up the broken sword that he had just thrown away. When he looked back, the witch Liu Xiaomu had disappeared. So he ignored her and committed suicide.
Gu Zi scraped off all the scales of the crazy fish. He also cut open the belly of the fish, washed out all the internal organs, gills, etc., spread it out on the granite, and cut it into several pieces with a broken sword for later use.
After processing the crazy fish, Yang Zhaoxi built a simple oven with stones, found firewood and flints from around, stuffed the firewood into the furnace, and lit it with flints. When the fire became stronger, he used thin firewood sticks to cut the fish meat.
Put it on and bake it in the oven. After a while, it will be fragrant.
Yang Zhaoxi brought the grilled fish to her mouth with one hand, and her mouth was filled with oil. The other hand was not idle, she picked up another piece of dressed fish, and then flipped it on the oven and grilled it.
After eating seven or eight pieces like this, the alluring smell of fish finally attracted Liu Xiaomu. At this time, the two of them were at peace with each other, so they both took off their guard and sat face to face in front of the oven, holding the grilled fish and munching on it.
Special chew.
Only then did Yang Zhaoxi finally calm down. While eating the fish, she looked at Liu Xiaomu carefully. She saw her beautiful eyebrows were as thin as the word "一", her lips were small and cherry-shaped, and her chin was slightly pointed.
Her nose is like jade, her pink ears are like shellfish, her contours are round, her skin can be broken by blowing, and her white skin is red... no matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a witch.
Liu Xiaomu ate a few pieces of grilled fish, then suddenly raised his head and looked at him with a smile: "Does it look good?"
Yang Zhaoxi's quiet behavior was exposed by her, and her breath suddenly froze. A piece of unchewed fish meat went into her throat, and she coughed violently: "Cough! Cough! Cough... I didn't look at you... Cough! Cough!
...Are you really a witch..."
Liu Xiaomu's phoenix eyes narrowed into crescent moons: "A cooked duck has a tough mouth! He looked at it and refused to admit it. Of course I am a monster! Do you want me to change my true form and show it to you?"
Yang Zhaoxi hurriedly waved her hands, a mouth full of fish meat stuck between her lips and teeth, and her words were a little slurred: "Yet...or no need...what is that thing in your hand? Is it a flute?"
Yang Chaoxi was about to argue a few words when she suddenly saw a tube of bark in her hand with nine neat holes cut out of it.
Liu Xiaomu smiled and said: "This is called Juozhen, which evolved from Hujia. Just on a whim, I broke off a willow branch and made it casually to kill time. This is quite simple. Rub the bark until it becomes soft, take out the wood core, and then open it.
Make nine holes, flatten one end, and cut out a tender spring, and you're done."
Yang Zhaoxi finally succeeded in changing the topic. He saw this enchantress Liu Xiaomu, who seemed to be very fond of silk and bamboo orchestral instruments, so he followed suit and said, "Can you play this too? The sound is probably not as good as the flute or flute, right?"
Liu Xiaomu frowned, then raised his eyebrows: "Why not? I'll show it to you!"
Before Yang Zhaoxi could speak, Liu Xiaomu had already walked to the pool, washed the fish oil on his hands and mouth, and then came back and sat down cross-legged. He picked up the bamboo basket that had been put aside and brought it to his lips. He breathed out softly and softly.
Qingyue's voice poured out and immediately resounded throughout the deep pool.
The sound of the 筚篥 is clear and clear, with a slight hint of hoarseness in it. When it is high-pitched, it is like a stork singing in the stream, and when it is low-pitched, it is like a child's cry at night.
The music played by Liu Xiaomu is not like her weird and out-of-the-box temperament. The melody is desolate, with three sighs in one chant, sadness and anger, and melancholy! It has the determination of a corpse wrapped in horse leather, and the helplessness of a beautiful woman in her old age. The sound is sad, and the sentence is
The sentence is sad, but it is not like the Chinese style.
Yang Chaoxi's eyes were in a trance, as if a camel caravan appeared in the yellow sand of the Western Regions, and a falcon with spread black feathers hovered over the Gobi desert shrouded in the scorching sun...
The song ended, but the meaning was still lingering. Yang Zhaoxi quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, put on a smile and said: "Witch... what is the name of this song you are playing? I have memorized the tune. I will have a piano in the future."
I can play it again."
Liu Xiaomu smiled proudly: "This is called "Song of the Sea", with some tunes from "The Resentment of Zhaojun" mixed in. The little Taoist priest is not bad at all, and he can never forget it." When she said this, her expression suddenly changed, "It's just that
However, I am very unhappy when you sound like a 'witch'! You clearly know my name. Do you want to draw a clear line between your words?"
Yang Zhaoxi looked embarrassed. She did have the idea of "human monsters have different paths" in calling her this. At this moment, she pointed it out, so she had to hand over her hand and said: "Xiaomu... Miss, I don't know your age, and it's hard to ask directly.
, so I don’t know what to call her. You admit that you are a demon, so you call her a ‘witch’, which is worthy of your name. Besides, I don’t mean to belittle or despise..."
Liu Xiaomu waved his hand and interrupted him: "Is that so? There is no need to be verbose. My age... is naturally much older than yours. If you call me 'Sister', I always feel that I am at a disadvantage, so if you call me 'Senior'
'You seem old-fashioned again... Let's do this! You can follow my example and call me 'Auntie', a junior from the Fox Clan. I can afford this."
Yang Zhaoxi hesitated for a long time before calling out tentatively: "Xiao...Xiaomu's 'aunt'?"
"Hey——! Good nephew! What's the point of calling me 'aunt'?" Liu Xiaomu raised his eyebrows, obviously quite satisfied with the fact that Bai had chosen a human race's "chosen son" to be his junior.
Yang Zhaoxi asked, "Aunt Xiaomu, do all women from the demon race look so youthful and beautiful when they cultivate into human form?"
Liu Xiaomu heard the compliment in his words and thought to himself: The human race is indeed cunning, and they can flatter you without leaving any trace. Is this the so-called "Spring and Autumn Brushwork"? On his face, he said calmly: "Of course! Demon!
The cultivation of the tribe is difficult, and it is easy to avoid natural and man-made disasters for hundreds of years. Once you achieve something, you will naturally change into a good-looking person. After all, most of the time when interacting with your tribe, you still have to look at your appearance."
Yang Chaoxi knew that what she said was true, and actually felt a little ashamed for the human race. When he raised his head, he thought of a retort and couldn't help but smile to himself.
So he opened his mouth and said with a smile: "But Aunt Xiaomu, if you always look like this in your prime, if I call you 'aunt' again, others will definitely misunderstand you. I don't know how many good marriages made in heaven and earth will be missed..." Before he finished speaking,
, Yang Zhaoxi had already fled.
How could Liu Xiaomu not hear his joking intentions? Then she thought that she was actually running away from her marriage. She couldn't help but become angry and chased him: "Ah~~~ You are looking for death! Little Taoist priest, stinky Taoist priest! How dare you make fun of 'aunt's' marriage... You
Don't run! I promise to cut off your throat with one claw and give you a happy..."