Chapter 8 The debut of the nine tails

After a long period of dimness and dizziness, Lin Qinglong only felt the wind roaring in his ears. I don't know how long it took, he was so strong that he was finally down-to-earth.

Lin Qinglong looked up and looked around, and saw the mountains piled up, the sunset glow was all over the sky, and the surroundings were silent, and there were only some birds singing happily. In the evening, the dusk came, the cold wind was hunting, and the straight Lin Qinglong's clothes were swollen.

"Have you come to some barren mountains? Ghost Dun really went wrong. Lin Qinglong sighed, "The old man won't help me!" It seems that we can only wait until tomorrow morning, when the true qi recovers, and then return to Wanchong Valley!"

Lin Qinglong looked around. These unknown peaks are faintly linked into a vein. Although they are not too high, they are quite steep. The top of the peaks is full of solid rock cliffs, but there is a winding and slanting stone path at the mountain gate.

It seems that this is the only way to climb this mountain. Lin Qinglong thought for a moment and then walked up the mountain.

When he was a child, he heard that he met a ghost who loved to tell stories. The ghost once told the story of an old fairy living on the mountain. It is said that the old fairy has a very high cultivation. He is separated from the six paths and will never die. If he is met by a predestined person, the old fairy will give that person an invincible sword in the world.

Finally, one day, a man spared no effort to climb the peak of the mountain and asked the old immortal for the sword. The old immortal said to him, "Although this divine sword is invincible in the world, the swordsman will be cursed and will be killed. If it is at that time, it will be too late."

The man laughed and said, "Since I have an invincible sword in the world, why am I afraid that others will kill me?" So he picked up the sword and went down the mountain.

A few days later, the world really set off a bloody storm. All the sects issued a chase order on the man, but the man had a divine sword in his hand, God came to kill the god, and the Buddha came to kill the Buddha. No matter what the opponent was, he was not afraid.

Therefore, everyone who came to kill was killed by him.

A few months later, the wind gradually calmed down. The man fell in love with a peerless beauty. The two of them were like a mandarin duck, like glue like paint, lingering, and loving each other. After that, the two got married.

A day later, the beautiful woman said to him, "Faband, I heard that you have a peerless sword. Can you take a look at it?"

The man knew that his beloved wife could not do martial arts, so he handed the sword to his beloved wife with a smile. Unexpectedly, after taking the sword, the beautiful woman sighed three times: "Good sword, good sword, good sword." So he picked up his sword and killed his husband.

When the man was about to die, he asked his beauty in astonishment, "You and I are as deep as the sea. Why did you kill me?"

The beautiful woman smiled and said, "Since I have the unparalleled sword in the world, what else do I want to do with love?"

Lin Qinglong recalled this story and laughed dumbly. Will he meet any old gods on the mountain tonight? If the old fairy wants to give him a magic sword, will he want it?

The mountain is quite steep, the pine bushes are full of branches, and the remnants of willows skillfully manipulated by Lin Qinglong are wandering and elegant in the dense forest, which is even more agile than rabbits. After about half an hour, the sky was dark, and the moon rose at the beginning of the month. The moonlight shone through the spots of the forest trees. Lin Qinglong climbed halfway up the mountain and looked around. He saw clouds and fog, tree shadows longing for it, and the Buddha was a fairyland!

"Why did this path disappear here? Could it be that there are people living here, and the stairs are only built halfway up the mountain. Is it possible that there will be a hermit living here?

In the middle of doubt, I suddenly heard a faint sound of mountain springs. There are no deep wells on the high mountains, let alone rivers. If someone lives, it must be near the mountain spring.

Lin Qinglong searched all the way to the sound of the mountain spring. It was surrounded by pine trees, which were vigorous and straight. Under the moonlight, people walked under the moon in the pine, floating like a fairy.

Through a low pine forest, my eyes suddenly lit up. I saw the stones falling in front of me, the grass was overgrown, and a clear mountain spring was about to come down.

Lin Qinglong suddenly felt thirsty, knelt by the mountain spring, held a handful of water in his hands and drank it. The spring water is extremely cool and sweet. From the lips to the abdomen, I immediately feel cool and refreshed.

At this moment, there was no sound of a flute in the distance. Lin Qinglong's heart lit up: "There are really people living here! Just by listening to the sound of the flute, you will know that he is a Yashi. Is it really an old fairy?

The sound of the flute is lonely and far away, as light as the moon, and as clear as water.

Although Lin Qinglong does not know the rhythm, he also feels that the sound of the flute is clean and pure for no reason, as crystal without impurities. After listening to it, it makes people feel comfortable and energetic.

"Anyway, I'm idle. Why don't you meet this flute player and teach me what this real hermit looks like?"

Lin Qinglong searched all the way with the sound of the flute.

The sound of the flute is as bleak as the autumn wind, indifferent as winter rain. It seems that this piper is also a fairy who does not eat the fireworks on earth. Lin Qinglong became more and more curious, and his steps naturally became much faster.

At this moment, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly.

When Lin Qinglong was puzzled, he suddenly saw a woman in white coming towards him. The woman in white seemed to be wrapped in a hazy light fog all over her body. It was faintly visible that she lowered her willow eyebrows, with her bare hands like snow, and a green bamboo flute in her hand.

In an instant, Lin Qinglong's mind was blank. He only felt that this woman was different from the women in the world. There was a sense of vulgarity in her bones, like a fairy who did not eat fireworks in the world.

The woman got closer and closer, the more Lin Qinglong wanted to see her peerless face, but he saw a light fog. Even if he had yin and yang eyes, he couldn't really see it. He only felt that the woman's eyes were like water.

At a glance, the woman suddenly banged in Lin Qinglong's mind. The sky turned around and his mouth was dry. Suddenly, he wanted to say thousands of words to the woman he didn't know, complain, talked about it, and even wanted to tell her the story of the old fairy and the sword.

He suddenly became dull. Although he had thousands of words in his arms, he only said one sentence: "Who are you?"

The woman whispered, "Then who are you?" The voice was as touching as the sound of her flute, and it suddenly turned into a long sadness and floated into Lin Qinglong's nine-turn melancholy.

Lin Qinglong's mind was blank, and everything in the world was dead. He looked at the woman in white. The more he wanted to see her, the more the fog was, and there was only her watery eyes in front of him.

"Why am I standing in front of you, but I can't see you clearly?" Lin Qinglong asked infatuatedly that he had never observed a woman like this. He never met a matchmaker, never when he met Su Meier, and even more when he met Gong Chunzhi...

"Because... you haven't looked at me seriously at all, how can you remember my appearance?"

"My name is Lin Qinglong, and what's your name?"

The woman in white shook her head with a smile, but did not answer.

But a man shouted not far away: "Miss Xiao, where are you? What happened?"

The woman in white answered, "I'm fine. It's just a guest. Don't worry."

Lin Qinglong still looked crazy. He said to himself, "It turns out that her surname is Xiao..." At this moment, he felt that the word "Xiao" was the most beautiful surname in the world.

His mind lit up and suddenly asked, "Are you a nine-tailed fox, Xiao Yunu?" He didn't know why he had this question, so he blurted out when he thought about it.

The woman in white smiled indifferently without any surprise in her eyes. She neither admitted nor denied it.

There is no doubt that she is Xiao Yunu!

The legendary nine-tailed fox stood in front of him. There was no rumored beauty of the country, and the country was fragrant, just like the sound of her flute, standing quietly and pavilions.

Her figure was wrapped in fog and hazy.

And the moonlight, the clear spring, and the pine forest were all eclipsed by her.

She is smiling.

Lin Qinglong suddenly felt that if she could laugh so happily forever, she would be willing to die!

Xiao Yunu gently pulled his nose, and a trace of surprise flashed in his water eyes, and then smiled and said, "This smell, are you a ghost? I heard that ghost people, both men and women, can emit a smell of attracting the opposite sex, but there are very few ghost people now. Who are you?

"Ghost people?" Lin Qinglong was stunned when he heard about this country for the first time in his life, but this was out of the mouth of the nine-tailed fox Xiao Yunu. He certainly couldn't go wrong. He couldn't help thinking, "Ghost country? What kind of country is that? Is it possible that my mother is a ghost countryman?

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