The Demon in the Mirror

The village that came "live" made them think they had come to a lively place.

It was in the evening, when every family was making dinner. The smoke from the chimneys flickered, lingering over the village, like a paradise for people to live and work in peace.

But Xifeng opened his eyes, but there was nothing in front of him.

Even if someone walked by, he smiled while walking, saying that this year's weather is good and the harvest will be good.

Under the banyan tree not far away, there were several women who were picking vegetables, saying who would be married and who would add grandchildren.

Several children ran across in a hilarious manner, playing as general soldiers, and rushed past with a corn stalk.

It's happy, peaceful and peaceful.

But all this, no one can see, only thousands of sounds, beating in the west wind ear.

It is not so weird, but rather desolate because of this invisible excitement.

That demon spirit has disappeared, nowhere to be found. Xifeng wrinkled his eyebrows, suddenly thinking that there could be a traitor beside her.

"Master Qinglong, can you sense where the monster is?"

Qingyuan didn't think about it, pointing directly to one place. Xifeng nodded with satisfaction: "It didn't disappoint me, Master Qinglong, I really like you so much."

She held the flute in her hand and walked in the direction of his finger. Seeing Qingyuan not going away, Xiaohuo asked, "Aren't you going?"

"She said she liked me." Qingyuan remembered the words of the little fairies who said he liked him before and after, and his expression was hardened, "She wants me to marry her."

"... I think she didn't mean it at all."

Qingyuan emphasized: "But she said she liked me."

"... Actually, the meaning of liking is different." Xiaohuo said by example, "I also like you very much."

Qingyuan's eyes widened, his expression more dignified: "You are public."

"... Of course I am public, I ..." Xiaohuo saw him with a heavy face, and he was so angry that he was flying, "What are you thinking about!"

It flew angrily back to Xifeng's shoulders, his eyes turned, and shouted: "Westwind! Qinglong said he likes you!"

Westwind hummed: "It is useless to fight with the light, there is no need to talk without Jinshan and Yinshan."

"..." Can these two people play cards according to common sense!

Xifeng won't believe Qinglong likes her. After all, he is a dragon who doesn't even know what the emotional quotient is. He shouldn't always make her angry.

She walked slowly in the direction of Qinglong's fingers, and walked through this little farmer, she could still hear the movement of the village in her ears.

Everything is very peaceful and beautiful.

Corn fields are planted at the entrance of the corn village. Corn is also planted in the larger open spaces in the village, so there is no waste of space.

The small ditches have a clear stream of water that runs almost throughout the corn village. Presumably, the villagers use the water here to irrigate corn, which is also convenient.

Near the end of the village, near the tall pavilion, there was a farmhouse that attracted special attention.

There is a corn forest next to the farmyard, and the front yard is large, with wooden shelves and gourds and grapes. There are sounds of chickens and ducks walking around, and there should have been many poultry in the past.

What is different from other farmers here is that she noticed the demonishness that disappeared for a while.

Xifeng stopped in front of the door and looked inside from the open main door, muttering: "Is this the monster's old nest."

"Of course not." A black shadow suddenly jumped up the wall and said, "I've seen it, and nothing."

"Little man, have you swallowed the monster?"

Black demon anger pointed at Xiao Huo: "I am not that mouse, I do not eat monsters."

Xiao Huo: "..." You just quarrel, why do you want to pull me again? What am I doing wrong? ? ?

Xifeng turned and shook Qinglong's sleeve: "Brother Qinglong, look for a monster."

Qingyuan pointed to the ground and looked at the west wind. Where there is a monster, there is only a small puddle. However, this puddle is not dead water, but a spring. The water continuously overflows from inside and trickles into the ditch, leading to the outside of the village.

The west wind dipped a little with his fingers. The water was cold, not a warm spring. She licked it with her tongue, so sweet that she was full of energy: "Sweet."

Qingyuan also squatted down, dipped her finger and tasted, said: "Qing."

Xifeng looked at him sideways: "Qing?"

Xiaohuo explained: "In Jiuxiao's words, this water is very clean, not stained with a little dirt, like the dew of Phoenix Drink, which is very holy. In fact, he eats things that are not used to the world and feels unpalatable because of Everything in the world is covered with turbid air, of course you can't feel it. "

"In a nutshell, it's hard to serve?" Xifeng sighed, "It's used to, hungry Phoenix for a few days, slept for a few days in the quagmire, you can see if it will not be inert, Do n’t eat bamboo, do n’t drink morning dew. ”

"... I refuse to talk to vulgar mortals like you!"

Westwind made a grimace at it, so he continued to look at it. It was such a "clean" place, but it was strange to live with a big monster.

I thought it was an ordinary demon catcher, now it doesn't look like it.

Where did Miss Zhao's family go?

The setting sun was gradually sinking, and the sound of cooking from house to house was also sinking. One by one oil lamps were lit, like the stars dotted the village of Anhe.

The dogs gradually stopped calling, and the cats went back home. They all knew this time and had to go under the table to pick up food.

Xifeng thought for a while and walked to the farmhouse in front of him.

Listen to the sound, there should be a family of five people, two elderly people, middle-aged couples, and a girl who is just a few years old.

The girl has a lot of words, like a lark, you can tell from the voice that she is an optimistic and bright girl.

"Not to mention that the people in the town know that the corn in our village is big and sweet, even the birds know it, and they peck the corn in flocks."

"Daddy, let's make more scarecrows on the corn field."

"I still thought, put one in the watchhouse, so you don't have to keep people watching there."

She kept talking until a woman's voice called her to eat, before she jumped briskly and stopped.

Qing Yuan is indeed right, there is a strange enchantment here, permeated. She even suspected that the monster's nest was right underneath the yard, but she could not rush to dig the ground, otherwise she would be exhausted and the monster would not be here yet.

She thought hard for a while, and it became clear: "We will live here tonight."

Xiaohuo protested: "What about dinner?"

"Corn, all the cooking utensils here are complete, steamed corn, boiled corn, boiled corn soup, oh, and roasted corn."

"I want to eat meat!"

Xifeng glanced at the black demon: "Your snack is there."

Xiaohuo glanced at it and said: "I don't eat briquettes."

Black Demon: "... you are the briquettes! No, you are the mouse."

"... I'm not a mouse! You little dwarf!"

"little mouse."

"Little dwarf."

The two monsters tweeted against each other in the yard. The west wind heard a headache, so they grabbed Qingyuan and went to the corn field next to the farmyard. She picked a position for him to stand, and straightened his hands together again. Then he broke a pile of corn on his hands close together, picked one by one, and piled them all on his hands.

Qingyuan stood quietly as a shelf for her, the corn smelled fresh, and it smelled comfortable, he was happy to stand here.

The west wind picked enough corn, went into the kitchen to find the iron pot, poured water, threw the corn in, put a handful of firewood in the stove, looked for the flames, and saw the small fire there, bent his lips and smiled It pointed at the stove mouth: "Fire."

"call!"

The corn is too large, and the firewood burned for a long time before the corn was cooked. Xifeng lifted the lid and fragrant fragrance overflowed her appetite. She used a dustpan to hold a dozen corns, and just placed it on the stone table in the yard, and heard the sound of someone walking outside.

Listening to the footsteps, she went here. She thought it might be the villagers who came to the door after eating.

The door was opened "squeaky", but two shadows appeared on the ground. Xifeng Dunsheng was alert and took a closer look. When she saw someone, she was surprised: "Brother?"

"It's really you who are here." Wu Ying said, "I can't get out, and I haven't been able to go out all afternoon. Have you found Miss Zhao's family?"

"No, I didn't even see the monster's shadow." Xifeng asked smoothly, "Have you eaten?"

After she asked, she regretted it—how could it be! This habit of mortal greetings really has to be changed.

She reluctantly took a corn and stuffed it in his hands: "Here, brother, it's as if the last wallet you gave me was Yu Pei."

Wuying couldn't help raising her lips, give? give? He reached for it and answered, "Oh ... a corn is two hundred silver, it's still very cost-effective."

Xifeng pretended not to understand and ran back to the stone table with his head in his arms.

Pu Yu saw that she ignored her completely, and she also twisted her temper and asked not to eat: "Brother, where shall we sleep tonight?"

Wu Ying looked at this fairly large farmer and said, "Let's live here, there are a lot of people, and we have mutual care."

As soon as Pu Yu heard it, he didn't need corn anymore and went directly inside to occupy the house. Xifeng only looked at the corn and waited for her to be full. Then she realized that Pu Yu was going to sleep here. She was mad at her outside the window and said: "You come out! Who will sleep with you under an eaves!"

"Then you go, this is not your house."

Xifeng rolled her sleeves and went in to beat her, who wanted to take a few steps and burp, could not help covering her stomach, eating too much ... Supported, this action, it is estimated that she would spit it out.

She closed her steps and returned to the stone table, waiting for her to rest for a while before going in and beating her.

Qingyuan was still nibbling the corn, breaking grain by grain, eating very gracefully. Every time you eat one, you should take a closer look.

The corn kernels are round and shiny, fresh and sweet, and the most important thing is that they are very clear and do not have a bit of dirty air.

It's much better than the steamed buns.

Xifeng saw that he had not eaten one for a long time, and he was sleepy. She looked at the shadow reflected in the window paper, and looked more and more unhappy. Her eyes rolled, and Xiao Yinyin said to him, "I'll sing to you."

Qingyuan looked up and nodded again: "Okay."

He could finally hear what Xiao Huo said, and he could listen to the bad singing of his ears.

Xifeng cleared his throat and sang her insect song: "Tall white clouds flutter, and the birds run, find and find ..."

The girl in the back room yelled: "It's awful to die !!!"

She said it was unpleasant, and the west wind sang louder: "Tall white clouds flutter, the birds run, look for bugs, one, two, three ..."

Qingyuan Ninghen listened to the song, and did not break the corn kernels. He looked at her seriously, even sitting a lot, and his eyes were full of awe. After all, it was very powerful to be able to sing the blade and scratch the stone.

Xifeng saw that he listened attentively, touched, and his tremor twitched slightly: "Nice?"

Qingyuan shook his head decisively.

"... then you listen so seriously."

"The first time I heard such an unpleasant song, it's very strange, I'm afraid I won't hear it again."

"……I'm going to bed, bye."

Xifeng got up angrily, he tongued her again, and tongued her again, utterly!

She just stood up and flicked her hand away, and suddenly Qingyuan took her hand. She bowed her eyebrows and said fiercely: "Why?"

Qingyuan is much taller than her, but sitting on the stone bench is shorter than her. He lifted his head slightly to look at her, and the silver moonlight reflected on his already white face, seeming to gather the tulle, hazy and dreamy.

Xifeng was handsome again.

Qingyuan said: "I want to hear you sing."

The west wind was stunned for a moment, and blushed instantly.

She was so thrilled by the dragon that the girl's heart throbbed!

If she says that she sings badly, let it go with the wind!

Beautiful man what you say is what!