No matter how developed others were, Yan Lang only wondered for a moment and ignored it. He took Xiao Tan to see the scenery on the deck, and then looked for the kind-faced person and spoke. He was like the group of elementary school students in the Education Enlightenment Class, encouraging Xiao Tan to communicate with the other party with his eyes and actions.

This is the first time Xiao Tan has turned into a human form and walked in the crowd. Yan Lang is a person who can rest on the roadside for a while when he goes out for a walk. Others see him as a scholar so gentle. The girl he follows is pretty and charming, but kind-hearted. When he speaks, he is very considerate and understands other people's worries and sorrows. There are many people who are willing to chat with them casually.

"I never knew that strangers could still talk like this!"

Xiao Tan had only seen people who settled in the dilapidated temple, but those people were always alert to each other, and even when they spoke, they retained obvious defense of alienation.

After chatting with the two aunts for a while, Xiao Tan was a little excited because he got the other person's kindness.

Yan Lang smiled, "In this world, whether it is a human or a demon, no matter where it is a person or a demon, it is a distinction between good and evil. Of course, there is also a distinction between situations, such as you and me, if someone violates our will, even if it is a great good man, that person is a bad person who harms us, so we will fight back, and perhaps our counterattack is evil to others."

The distinction between good and evil is very complicated. Yan Lang hopes that Xiao Tan can feel the kind side of people, but she will not only keep her kindness towards people without knowing how to protect herself.

If someone else has a ignorant and simple monster around him, he may deliberately instill in this monster the idea of ​​selfless dedication and kindness to others. However, for Yan Lang, Xiao Tan will be his wife and then a monster.

Moreover, in Yan Lang's opinion, the identity of this monster is not inferior to that of a "person". In addition to the decades that have been with him and the remaining hundreds or thousands of years, Xiao Tan is also a longer life in which Yan Lang hopes that she can go on well.

Xiao Tan now seemed to understand but didn't understand it. He tilted his head and thought carefully about the good and evil things that the scholar said. When he was sleeping at night, he couldn't help but talk about this issue with Du Juan on the other bed in the same room.

After hearing this, Du Juan felt a lot of emotion, and finally turned into a faint envious smile, "Anyway, your scholar will always be by your side. When you see too many people and things, you will naturally understand. Xiao Tan, the scholar treats you with all his sincerity and puts it all into you. If he remains unchanged in the future, you will stay with him for decades."

Xiao Tan was not sure about it, but the first half of the sentence made her feel inexplicably hot. The second half of the sentence attracted her most attention was the second half, "Sister Du Juan, but I want to stay with the scholar forever, why have only been decades?"

Nothing happened to me in my daily life, and no one would tell Xiao Tan that people can only spend a few decades. Xiao Tan and others naturally thought that they could always be with the scholar when they were alive.

Du Juan was silent for a moment and said softly, "Because we humans can only live for decades."

Therefore, the master always says that the human and demons have different paths, not only to people, but also to demons.

If the demon who cannot be with you forever and who has been moved by true love is left alone in the world, he is destined to bear more alone.

Xiao Tan didn't know what death was, but imagined that the scholar was gone, but the demonic heart on his chest seemed to be pressed by some big stone.

Xiao Tan felt uncomfortable, and his voice was no longer crisp and active. He asked Du Juan in a depressed manner, "Sister Du Juan, can't I share my life with the scholar and let him stay with me?"

Du Juan was shocked and sat up from the slightly shaking bed board, solemnly admonishing her, "Xiao Tan, a demon is a demon, and a human is a human. You must not go against the will of heaven, otherwise the consequences will be very serious. It will not only be for you, but also for your scholar. Don't have such thoughts in the future!"

If you go against the will of heaven, you are afraid that love will bring about countless tragedies of reincarnation in a lifetime.

Xiao Tan was startled. If the so-called disaster was only for himself, Xiao Tan might not have had too deep feelings, but if it was a scholar, Xiao Tan was immediately scared and dared not think about it anymore. He shrank into the outer shirt of the scholar who was covered with a quilt.

Du Juan saw that she scared the little flower demon away, and then she breathed a sigh of relief. She lay down again, listening to the sound of the waves outside slamming the hull, and closed her eyes and tried hard to brew sleep.

Dujuan is a typical night owl. Now that she is letting her sleep at night, it is really embarrassing her.

Xiao Tan lies on the bed for the first time as a human being and feels very novel. She is covered with a shirt that smells like a scholar. Xiao Tan quietly opened his eyes and pouted his lips and continued to think about the question just now.

She didn't want to be separated from the scholar, as if a person would be put into a coffin and buried in the soil when he died. Even if she followed him into the soil, the scholar would still turn into mud and disappear.

Xiao Tan felt uncomfortable when he thought about that scene. He thought about it all over and over but didn't know how long it took, but Xiao Tan suddenly thought of a solution and was immediately delighted.

Originally, she wanted to tell Sister Du Juan, but Xiao Tan was afraid that Sister Du Juan would dissuade her as severely as before, so Xiao Tan simply put her way and secretly laughed in her heart.

Sister Du Juan is so stupid. Since she can't let the scholar live forever, she can die with the scholar, turning into mud and mixing together. If she can sleep in a place where no grass grows, maybe the two of them can turn into the same stone.

Xiao Tan thought the result was simply great, so he fell asleep in a daze.

Du Juan next to him closed her eyes and fell asleep more and more clearly. Suddenly, she smelled the rich fragrance of flowers. She couldn't help but open her eyes and turned over to look at Xiao Tan on the bed on the other side of the wall.

What's going on? Is it going to bloom? The flower demon will gradually bloom if it recognizes love. If he meets a lover, it will bloom more and more beautifully. In the end, the flowers will bear fruit and give birth to children for his lover.

It can be said that the flower demon is the most likely monster among the demon clan to have children. Some demon clans want to have children, but they have to pay a lot of money to achieve their wishes.

Speaking of Yan Lang in the next room, he originally wanted to recite poems to Xiao Tan while there was no one at night, but at that time he ignored the fact that Xiao Tan, who turned into a human form and boarded the boat with them, would definitely not be able to be in the same room with him, so he naturally felt secretly regretful.

However, the day is long, and Yan Lang is not too concerned. At night, he lit a kerosene lamp and read the excellent articles of previous years that the teacher specially organized for him. Yan Lang also wrote an article in his belly, and then lay on the bed with his eyes closed and slowly revised the draft of his belly over and over again. Finally, he thought about it in his heart without saying a word, and then he gradually fell asleep.

Writing questions and remembering them in mind is also because Yan Lang was in a poor family and was reluctant to let the money earned by his mother and sister who had worked hard to embroider on pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so he never dared to practice with manuscript paper. He only wrote articles in his heart, and then opened his memory to find it when needed, and then wrote it out. He usually did not write it out in paper and ink like ordinary scholars.

It is precisely because Yan Lang's luggage was missing from his bookcase this time. Unlike others, he still needed to bring the relatively excellent articles he wrote in previous years to review and consider them in depth.

In the guest rooms on the boat, the beds are fixed to the floor, so no matter how the boat shakes, the beds will not move.

Lin Song next to him had already fallen asleep. This shaking sleeping environment was like a lullaby for Lin Song, and it was better to fall asleep than sleeping in a haunted house last night.

Yan Lang seemed to smell a plum fragrance in a daze. Many scholars love plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums. Yan Lang had no preferences before, but since he met Xiao Tan, Yan Lang loved the faint fragrance of Xiao Tan's body the most, and it was hard to pay attention to the fragrance of flowers next to him.

Now, even in my sleep, I smelled the fragrance of other flowers so strong that it covered the faint fragrance of the cereal that always lingers around me. Yan Lang still frowned and was very unhappy.

When he opened his eyes and found that he appeared in a plum forest, Yan Lang felt even worse.

He was in a strange state at this time. He knew that he was dreaming but could not wake up. Yan Lang felt strange. Suddenly, a little maid with pink skirt came out from under the plum blossom tree in front of him. He stood there with a smile and waved to him, "Young Master? Youth~ Come on, my lady is waiting for you."

Logically speaking, the people who dream of dreams should have a sense of hazy feeling, but the little maid's face was extremely clear. What made Yan Lang even more strange was that he had never seen this little maid before, so why did he dream about her for no reason?

Yan Lang stood there unmoved. He looked at the plum blossoms around him and muttered in disgust, "Why are they all plum blossoms? I can't dream of plum blossoms in my dreams. Even if I want to dream of flowers, I should dream of the elegant and refined Epiphyllum!"

Yan Lang turned his back to the little maid, so naturally he didn't see her words. The little maid's face no longer smiled, but instead showed a hint of fear.

Yan Lang looked again and saw that the plum blossoms around him disappeared one by one, and then turned into a desert. Yan Lang was a little satisfied and felt that this was indeed his dream, and everything was controlled by his own changes in his own wishes.

When he was a child, Yan Lang always had nightmares. When he dreamed of evil ghosts or monsters, his mother told him that people’s dreams were all their own. As long as he firmly believed in his nightmare, he could defeat them.

After several times, the evil ghosts and demons that Yan Lang defeated in his dreams did not continue to have nightmares. After growing up, he only had such a strange dream tonight.

But Yan Lang didn't care anymore, the annoying plum blossoms had disappeared anyway.

Yan Lang looked at the desolation around him and thought about it. His face turned slightly red. Then he squatted on the ground and looked at a soil to imagine. After a while, the barren land had a clear spring, and then there were some weeds beside the clear spring. Finally, a tender green and slender flower plant emerged from the ground.

The wide and long emerald green is also flaky, the slender but straight pedicel is followed by the cute small bud with tender green leaves.

Huaer shook her head, then exclaimed, turned her head and looked at Yan Lang, "Scholar, why are we here?"

This question is strange, but in a dream, it is normal to have such strange things. Yan Lang bit the corner of his lips, sat cross-legged with a red face, and stared at the cute buds of the flower with his hands and his chin, staring at the cute flower buds in full relaxation, "Xiao Tan, this is my dream. I just dreamed of a plum blossom. If I don't like it, I want to dream of you."

Even if he said this in a dream, Yan Lang still felt so embarrassed, so he covered his face and smiled intently.

Xiao Tan said "Oh" and looked around curiously, and then he saw that the scholar's behavior was different from that during the day. Such a scholar is so cute!

Xiao Tan was not curious about the scholar's dream, so he turned around and turned into a human form. He also sat cross-legged and held his cheeks and looked at him with his hands and chins.

Because it was in a dream, although Yan Lang was a little nervous when facing the human-shaped Xiao Tan, he did not avoid it, but wanted to get close to her. Anyway, it was in a dream, and no one would know when he woke up.

Thinking of this, Yan Lang was ashamed and spitted on himself, but couldn't help but be pushed to Xiao Tan by such thoughts, "Xiao Tan, didn't you ask me if I wrote a poem? I made a poem for you, would I read it for you?"

Xiao Tan was surprised, "Okay, okay!"

Yan Lang cleared his throat, then looked at Xiao Tan, and chanted in a wild voice, "The clear spring Buddha sounds, green dots, clouds break through, moon rise, silver gauze is wrapped. The wind blew gently, and the green leaves are still there..."

The poem is a four-character poem, with plain words, which seems to describe the process of the celestial cereus blooming from all the buds. However, in combination with the previous words of the two who said that they would give birth to a child when the flowers bloom, now when they read it, it seems that they are looking forward to getting married early.

Yan Lang had gentle eyes and looked at Xiao Tan, his voice was clear.

Xiao Tan could understand such a poem. Even if he didn't understand the careful love in the poem, his face turned red and hot all over by the scholar's gentle eyes.

I prayed in front of the Buddha and said aloud to the Buddha's pity. I whispered by the spring, and I wish I could have a lifelong love relationship with you.

In the next room, the azalea was smelled of a stronger fragrance of flowers, and a very energetic night owl fell asleep in a drowsy way.

There are many people who fell asleep due to the fragrance of flowers. In the guest room on the second floor, Mei Siniang, who had just vomited blood and woke up from her dream, smelled the fragrance of flowers and felt very hatred.

Before I could think too much, the maid who stepped on her feet screamed, "Miss, save me!"

Mei Siniang was shocked and reached out to pull the little maid. But when she just touched the little maid, the other party had already painted a lifeless plum branch with a whistle.

Mei Siniang stared at Meizhi with a dim look and was silent for a moment. Then she brushed her sleeves and beat the plum branch that had been poured into decades of cultivation into ashes. As soon as she finished processing, the woman who followed her outside the door pushed the door in, lowered her head and bowed, "Miss, what happened?"

Mei Siniang pulled the bedding and covered the mouth of blood she vomited. Her voice was cold and impatience, "Nothing happened, what did you suddenly come in and do, scared me."

The woman didn't care about Mei Siniang's behavior of making trouble. She looked around in the room that was not too wide with sharp eyes, and suddenly asked, "Where has that girl Ruoxue been?"

Mei Siniang's heart thumped, and her face became more and more impatient, "How do I know, go out quickly!"

The old lady bowed her head respectfully, said yes, slowly retreated to the door and was about to close the door.

Mei Siniang breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the quilt. The woman paused and took a breath quietly. She made sure she had not smelled anything wrong, but she didn't say anything and stepped out quietly.

The woman stood at the door patiently for a while, and was sure that the monster inside had no doubts about her anymore. Then she secretly cursed "Little Little Hoof" and had been waiting for the little maid to see her for a long time, so she wanted to leave to find someone.

However, after leaving the second floor, the woman went to find the master who followed them on the boat and pretended to be an ordinary passenger.

The author has something to say: Mei Siniang: How beautiful is the ephemeral me? I really don’t know how to appreciate it!

Yan Lang: My Xiaotan is the most beautiful [blushing

Xiao Tan: Hehe, my scholars are all right!

ps: update tomorrow
Chapter completed!