Chapter 257 Xiaolou listens to the spring rain overnight

Qingqing is looking at a rock in the distance. A white jade-like rock, like a lonely giant, stands in the moonlight.

There are no flowers on the rocks.

There is only one green grass on the rock, which is more beautiful than flowers and greener than emeralds.

Ding Peng looked at the grass seriously: "Is that the forgetful grass?"

Qingqing finally nodded: "Yes."

She took him to the rock and said, "The leaves of forgetful grass only grow once a year, only three at a time. If you come late, its leaves will wither!"

"This is just a poisonous grass. I didn't expect it to be so precious."

Qingqing shook his head: "This is not poisonous grass. This is forgetful grass. It is not easy to forget sorrows."

She asked Ding Peng, "Don't you think so?"

"Yes."

At this time, suddenly a dark shadow came, covering the moonlight, like a dark cloud.

That's not a dark cloud. That's an eagle, a pale eagle.

The eagle hovers in the moonlight and on the white jade-like rock, like a dark cloud.

On his pale face, he immediately showed a strange expression and frowned: "It seems that you are not the only one who comes to find this forgetful today!"

Ding Peng looked up at the flying eagle in the moonlight: "Is that a god?"

Qingqing shook his head: "That's just an eagle!"

Ding Peng sighed: "Why did the eagle come to find the forgetful grass? Do eagles also have worries?

Before Qingqing opened his mouth, the eagle suddenly swooped down like a meteor to the forgetful grass on the rock.

The eagle moves much faster and more accurately than anyone else.

I didn't expect that Qingqing's movements would be faster. She scolded softly, "Go!"

With a shout, her people have floated up like flowing clouds and flew up to the rock.

Her sleeves also waved out like clouds, to the eagle's eyes.

The eagle flew away like a meteor, and disappeared into the darkness in the distance in an instant.

The full moon has regained its purity. She stood in the moonlight, on the rock, and her clothes fluttered, like a fairy in the sky.

Ding Peng sighed in his heart.

If he has a body like her, why be afraid of Liu Ruosong? Why do you have to die?

It's a pity that her body is by no means what any mortal can ask for.

He saw Qingqing wag to him: "Can you come up?"

"I'll try!" On the smooth rock like a mirror, he was really not sure that he could go.

But he must try it.

Whether she is a human or a fox, she is always a woman, and he doesn't want to be looked down upon by her.

He tried again and again, and his whole body had fallen blue.

She stood leisurely on the rock and watched him fall again and again, neither to pull him nor to pull him.

"No matter what I want to get, I have to rely on my own ability."

"People who don't have the ability can't live well, but also can't die well."

He gritted his teeth and climbed up again. This time he finally approached success. He almost climbed to the flat top of the rock.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the eagle suddenly flew back, with wings with wind and strong wind on his face.

He fell down again. This time he fell even worse. The higher you climb, the worse you will fall.

In the dizziness, he seemed to hear the eagle sneering: "People like you also deserve to look for forgetful grass?"

This is just an eagle, not a god. The eagle can't sneer, let alone speak. It is a person riding on the back of the eagle.

The eagle is hovering, and the man has flown down. It's like a leaf falling lightly on the rock.

mortals will never have such a light body.

The moonlight is bright, and his people are also shining with golden light. He is wearing a robe made of gold silk. A three-foot-long robe.

Because this man is only more than three feet tall, a three-foot-long robe is worn on him and has been dragged down to the ground. His beard is longer than this golden robe. His sword is longer than his beard.

A three-foot-high man with a four-foot-long sword behind him, and the scabbard cast of gold has been dragged to the ground.

This person really doesn't look like a person.

Maybe he is not a human at all, but a god. This is not the place where mortals can come.

Why did a person who has no foothold in the world come here?

How can a person who can't even compare with a human being compete with the divine fox?

Ding Peng suddenly felt very regretful, because he should not have come here at all.

The golden robe, golden beard, and golden sword are all flashing golden light.

Although the old man's body is less than four feet, his expression and his spirit seem to be a ten-foot-high giant.

He suddenly asked, "Are you the one who scared my son away just now?"

He was asking Qingqing, but he didn't even look at Qingqing. It seems that no one in the world can be seen by him at all.

"Your son?" Qingqing smiled, "Is that bird your son?"

The old man said, "That's not a bird, it's an eagle, it's an eagle, it's the god of eagles."

He spoke with a serious and cautious expression, because what he said was not a lie or a joke.

Qingqing is still smiling: "The eagle is also a bird, and your son is a bird. Are you also a bird?"

The old man was angry. His hair was half bald. When he was angry, the rest of the hair on the bald head stood up one by one.

It is said that if a person's qigong reaches the peak, he can really get angry.

But no one in the world has practiced such a qi function. This kind of skill can never be reached by anyone.

Qingqing doesn't even seem to be afraid at all, because she is not a human being.

She is a fox.

It is said that foxes are not afraid of anything.

The old man's anger soon subsided and he said coldly, "You can scare away my eagle. Your skills are not weak."

"Oh!"

The old man said, "But I won't kill you!"

He said proudly, "Because there are only two people left in the world who are qualified for me to kill."

Qingqing smiled and said, "Oh!"

"Oh, what does it mean?"

Qingqing said, "Oh, it means that if you really want to kill me, you can still kill me!"

"Why?"

Qingqing said, "Because I'm not a human at all."

"What are you?"

Qingqing said, "I'm not a thing, I'm a fox."

The old man sneered: "Fox ghosts are strange, and they don't deserve to let me draw my sword!"

He is not only very elegant, but also very bold.

He didn't even look at Qingqing. He carried his hands on his back and walked to the forgetful grass.

- Is there any worry to forget for a person like him?

Qingqing suddenly blocked his way and said, "You can't touch this forgetful grass, you can't even touch it."

The old man didn't ask her, "Why?"

Now she is in front of him. He can't but look at her, but he still doesn't look up at her face.

He was staring at the knife on her belt.

The green, curved knife.

The old man suddenly looked up at her face.

Her face is pale and beautiful, extremely beautiful and mysterious, so beautiful that any man can't move as long as he looks at it.

The old man's reaction was completely different. His pupils suddenly contracted, and an expression of extreme fear suddenly appeared in his eyes.

He suddenly lost his voice and shouted, "It's you!"

Has this old man seen Qingqing before? Did he recognize Qingqing before?

The old man suddenly shook his head again: "No, absolutely not, you are still young, you are too young."

Qingqing also felt a little strange: "Do you know someone who is very much like me?"

"I don't recognize you. I only recognize this knife. I will never admit my mistake. I will never..."

He suddenly asked Qingqing, "Is there seven words engraved on this knife?"

Qingqing asked, "Which seven words?"

"The small building listens to the spring rain all night."

"The small building listens to the spring rain all night!" This is a poem, a very beautiful poem, so beautiful that it is desolate and heartbreaking.

Ding Peng has also read this poem.

Whenever he reads this poem or hears it, there is always a light sadness in his heart. A kind of light sadness of "I want to talk about it" and a kind of beautiful feeling.

But Qingqing and the old man's reaction were different. When he said these seven words, the old man's hands were shaking and his face had changed. When he heard these seven words, Qingqing's face also changed. Suddenly, he threw away the flower basket in his hand and held the handle of the knife.

The handle of the machete.

The handle of the green machete is also curved.

A basket full of flowers rolled down from the rock, and the flowers were scattered like rain.

It's a flower rain, not a spring rain.

There is no spring rain here, only the moon, the full moon.

Why do they have such a strange reaction when they hear such a beautiful poem under the full moon?

Qingqing's hand held the curved handle of the green machete tightly.

The old man is staring at her hand.

He doesn't need to ask anymore. If there were no these seven words on the knife, she would never have this reaction.

The expression in the old man's eyes is extremely strange, and I don't know whether it is surprise, joy or fear.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled wildly, "Sure enough, it's this knife. God has eyes, and finally let me find this knife!"

In the laughter, his sword was out of its sheath.

A man three feet tall, a four-foot-long sword, but this sword is not ridiculous in this man's hand.

As soon as the sword comes out of its sheath, no one will notice that he is a dwarf.

Because as soon as the sword came out of its sheath, a compelling sword spirit came imminently.

Even Ding Peng under the rock has felt this sword spirit, and the cold sword spirit forced him to open his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he only saw the sword light flying all over the sky, and Qingqing had been shrouded in the sword light.

The sword is breaking through the air, and the sword is roaring.

The old man's voice was still heard clearly in the roar of the sword wind. He only heard him say word by word, "Why don't you draw your knife?"

Qingqing hasn't drawn a knife yet.

The green machete is still in the curved scabbard.