Short story doujin Liao Zhai version full time double flower
The swordsman carries his sword.
The cowhide-tanned sword scabbard was very old, with mottled red paint on it, and there were countless signs of bumps and bumps. However, the mouth of the scabbard was polished and the silk rope on the hilt was wrapped around and around smoothly.
There is no trace of confusion or confusion.
Looking at the dark ancient temple not far away, and then at the pale yellow full moon that had been hung on the eaves of the main hall, the swordsman drew his sword and made a sword flower, and looked at the nearest dead tree.
Spread your arms and swing out with all your strength.
The cold light disappeared as soon as it appeared. The swordsman returned the sword to its sheath, bent down and picked up the small half of the fallen tree trunk, and walked into the mountain gate step by step.
As soon as he stepped across the threshold, the long sword on his back rang out loudly, and half of it was clawed out.
The swordsman was stunned for a moment. Then he shrugged nonchalantly, put the sword back into its scabbard, and walked straight in. After passing the mountain gate and entering the main hall, he found a place in the corner where the roof had no holes or leaks and put down the package.
The tree trunks were chopped into a pile of firewood, and three pieces of wood were used to build a shelf, on which the food was slowly roasted and eaten.
After eating and drinking, he stretched his body. The swordsman put the big sword with its scabbard on his shoulder, walked around the statue of an unknown god that had fallen on the ground and was broken into several pieces, and strode towards the apse.
Go.
Clear light fell all over the ground. The swordsman stepped out of the shadow of the eaves of the main hall, looked around, and was suddenly startled.
The back hall is no better than the main hall. Half of it has collapsed in the dust. The other half is still standing. Under the night, the roof tiles are neatly arranged, the spine is strict, and there is even a high cornice sticking out - there is a person sitting at the moment.
At the tip of the raised cornice, a ball of golden light flies between the five fingers like a firefly.
"Who are you?"
The man on the eaves chuckled lightly and looked down. The swordsman took two more steps forward and saw clearly that on the eaves was a young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a soft crimson silk robe, sitting with his feet raised and smiling.
This color would easily lose its vividness in the dark night, but the moonlight shines on the clothes like flowing silver, dyeing the clothes into vermilion. However, it is not feminine at all, but is extremely bright and vivid.
But this scarlet robe is nothing compared to a person. The person on the eaves is sitting leisurely with his back leaning on the full moon, with black hair hanging down his shoulders, and a face as white as water, with only a trace of smoky red at the end of his eyes.
Slanted, indescribably enchanting under the moonlight.
The two snow-white bare feet overlapped randomly under the Fei robe. While asking questions, he kicked forward playfully, and a gold ring slipped from the ankle to the instep, and then fell back to the ankle from the instep, making a gentle jingle in the wind.
ring.
The sword behind the swordsman's back should clang in response to the sound of the bell.
The swordsman still didn't care. He pressed the long sword back with his backhand and looked at the young man on the eaves without evading. His eyes were neither hesitant nor confused. There was a sense of natural appreciation in his magnanimous and upright expression. He stepped forward.
Take the first two steps, raise your head and answer:
"Sun Zheping."
"I am Zhang Jiale!"
The young man's voice was clear and translucent: "I know you. You are the famous swordsman. With the Flower Burial Heavy Sword, you can kill not only 1,000 but also 800 demons - am I right?"
Sun Zheping smiled slightly. His broad chest was pumping with air, his voice was deep and his smile was heroic:
"Who are you? What are you doing here? Yuexia appears like this, are you a ghost or a fox?"
"I'm a vixen!" Zhang Jiale smiled brightly. The golden pill was spinning around on his fingertips, and disappeared in a flash:
"You're such an interesting swordsman. When others see me, I'm either in a state of trance or yelling to kill demons. It's a good thing for you that you don't fight or run. Instead, you're here talking to me!"
"Why should I hit you?" Sun Zheping waved his hand confidently: "I didn't see you doing anything bad. Even though the Flower Burial Epee is sharp, can't it be indiscriminate? - Since we are destined to meet each other, why don't we come down and drink and eat meat together?
"
"good!"
Zhang Jiale pressed the corner of the eaves and jumped down gently. His red clothes were fluttering, like a falling flower falling in the wind, and it fell to the ground silently. He stepped on the ground with his bare feet and grabbed it casually, and a dark yellow gourd appeared in his hand.
Xizizi handed it forward:
"Do you dare to drink the wine invited by the fox?"
"Why don't you dare!"
Sun Zheping grabbed it, pulled out the stopper, and drank half of the gourd with a slurp. Then a blush appeared on his face, and he let go of the gourd, and the wine dripped down his shirt. He swayed and fell backwards.
But he was drunk.
Zhang Jiale was shocked. He rushed over to support Sun Zheping and looked up and down carefully twice before confirming that this guy was really just drunk. For a moment, he couldn't help it anymore, and helped the swordsman to slowly curl up on the ground, and followed
I hugged my belly and laughed so hard that I burst into tears.
"Drunk... Hahahahaha, this guy is actually drunk... He still has so much alcohol to drink with me... Hahahahahahahaha..."
After laughing for a while, Zhang Jiale suddenly looked serious and stood up slowly. The trees inside and outside the temple shook violently, the wind was so strong, and the sand in the wind was so strong that it was hard to open one's eyes. Zhang Jiale waved his hand,
The golden pill in the palm suddenly flew out and exploded in the air. There was a cry of pain from the top of the main hall. A giant python supported the roof with its tail, and a flagpole stood up like a man:
"Zhang Jiale! We are all monsters, why are you protecting this swordsman?"
"If he drinks my wine, he is my friend!" The fox demon replied loudly: "Today we fight, it's none of his business!"
As he spoke, the red coat flickered and his true body appeared, but it was a fox as tall as a person. Its seven tails shook into a fan shape and shone brightly. The fox tail in the middle made a vague circle, and you immediately saw it.
The atmosphere in the circle was calm, and Sun Zheping was so drunk that he didn't know anyone else's affairs.
"If you want to fight, don't tear down my house here! Let's go!"
"Okay, okay!" the python demon roared: "Today I need you to hand over this temple! Let me see if you use your demonic power to protect this kid, how much more can you fight with me!"
The two demons rolled and fought fiercely outside the temple, until the sky was dark, the earth was dark, the mountains collapsed, and rocks collapsed. The golden pills in Zhang Jiale's palm exploded one after another, causing blood to drip on the demon python's scales. However, he and the demon python were already between brothers.
He had to allocate part of his demonic power to protect Sun Zheping. After the beatings, he gradually became exhausted and it was inevitable that he would receive a few serious blows.
After another duel, Zhang Jiale was struck by the demon python's tail and hit the wall of the mountain gate. Seeing the demon python leaping towards him, its fangs shining brightly, a long laugh suddenly sounded from behind.
With blood boiling, he rushed forward:
"Zhang Jiale! You bought me a drink, why don't you ask me to fight with you?!"
(Part 2) is not suitable to be placed outside. I will put it back in the group.