Konghou [Quick Transmigration]

Netherworld, beside the River of Forgetfulness, in front of the Bridge of Naihe.

Duanwei stepped on this Huangquan road that all living beings have passed by. In the dark soil beside the road on both sides, flowers that are said to be born to attract souls bloom.The crimson stamens seemed to have a scalding temperature, so hot that the surrounding air seemed to be on fire.And the one who is more eye-catching than the flowers is the person waiting at the end of the road.

At the end of the sea of ​​flowers, Duanwei stopped and saw the slim figure from the back.

"Are you here?" The gentle voice was brought to my ears by the long wind, and thousands of falling flowers flew in an instant.The back figure turned around, with a face that was slightly lost in thought, and a pair of eyes that were as bright as ever.Duanwei recited her name silently in her heart, but called out aloud with mud in her mouth, but at this moment the silence was better than the sound, Duanwei nodded slightly.The man smiled at Duan, with a radiance that couldn't be concealed by countless blushers.She approached Duanwei, and lightly stepped on pieces of Luohong.Then she stood in front of Duanwei, raised her hand with a wide sleeve and let down a section of white jade-carved arms, her fingertips brushed over Duanwei's eyebrows with a cool temperature, she looked at Duanwei's face with a smile, Lips whispered: "You seem to have experienced a lot of vicissitudes and lost a lot of weight."

Duan Wei quietly stared at the beauty within reach in front of her eyes, her hands hanging on her waist clenched tightly and wanted to touch, but she didn't dare to.

"Why don't you talk? Don't you want to see me?"

"No." Duan Wei finally spoke, raised her hand in the air and lowered it in vain, she shook her head, stared at the frowning beauty in front of her, and said slowly: "You have her shadow on you, I want to see it for a while." It seemed that when she finished speaking, the air condensed mysteriously, and even the petals flying all over the sky to create an atmosphere stagnated for a long time.

The smile of the beauty who looked like Violet's face froze on her face, and all the petals drifted to the black land for the last time with the sound of surprise.

"Did you find out? Is it because I don't look good enough?"

"Obviously in your dream fragments, that person looks like this."

Duanwei didn't want to talk anymore, with a 'clank' sound, the light water sword hanging from her waist was unsheathed in an instant, Duanwei covered the hilt of the sword in his hand, and swung the sword towards the curtain of the dream.The runes engraved on the light sword gave off a blood-colored glare. After one sword strike, the dream was divided into two and turned into chaos before waking up from the dream. The dream monster screamed and disappeared into the broken dream.

In the real world, the moon hangs high outside the window, and the lights in the house are like beans.Duan Wei opened his eyes, and raised his hand to easily grab the butterfly nestling between his eyebrows. This butterfly was the incarnation of the Dream Demon just now, and its wings were crystal clear like crystals.

Duanwei pinched the butterfly's wings, watched silently as the butterfly struggled at her fingertips, slowly increased the strength in her hand, but then she thought of something else, her eyes filled with unspeakable emotions in a soft voice After sighing, he released two fingers.

"Just for the sake of letting me meet her." Duan Wei said softly, watching the butterfly fleeing in a hurry to see the moonlight outside the window.

The moonlight is always lonely, Duanwei sat up with the light water sword cloak next to his pillow, then pushed open the door and walked into the night.As soon as she left her house and turned around, she saw a slightly dilapidated two-story bamboo building under the clear moonlight. No one had lived in that house for 20 years since Jinniang passed away.The little girl who used to live with Jin Niang is now a wife, Duanwei only found out later that this little girl has a lot of background, she was the illegitimate daughter of Prince Heng.

And it was also from the little girl that Duanwei learned that the reason Jin Niang didn't go with the little girl that day was because she had something to say to him when he came back.But 20 years have passed, and Duan Wei still doesn't know what Jin Niang wanted to say to her on that day of blood and tears.

Like countless times before, Duanwei wandered in front of Jinniang's house again, she hesitated to push the door open, and was afraid that the raging thoughts in her heart would drown herself with the opening of this door.But thinking of where she was going after dawn, Duanwei plucked up the courage to push open the wooden door that had been dusty for 20 years. With the creaking sound of dust falling from the door, the red paint from more than 20 years ago was still bright.The courtyard behind the door was already barren, with decayed grass growing wildly towards the sky, and fallen leaves from nowhere turned the ground yellow.

In fact, this is also the first time Duanwei has entered this courtyard.Now it is said that the love is deep and the love is long, but in fact, the days that Jin Niang and Duan Wei spend together can be counted on ten fingers.Thinking about it carefully, it was only a few days of love at first sight, but every time I think about it, I feel that there are too many bits and pieces that can be recalled. She remained pale for most of the rest of her life.

Duanwei remembers that Jinniang had talked about asking her to drink tea countless times, but the world changed all the time, and the cup of tea that Duanwei was waiting to drink was always postponed indefinitely, until the day when Duanwei could no longer drink Taoism.The doors inside the bamboo building have collapsed, allowing Duan Wei to enter the room without doing anything.

Even though 20 years have passed, the entire house still retains a strong sense of life because of the owner's hasty departure.On the wooden table covered with mildew, Duan Wei saw the most eye-catching scene. On the wooden table was a purple sand teapot and three small teacups.Duan Wei walked over, gently picked up the small teacup full of dirt, she wondered if there was ever a cup prepared for her among the three teacups?Duan Wei couldn't get an answer, so she could only gently put down the teacup, then walked up the creaking and shaking stairs to the second floor of the bamboo house.

It may be because it is far away from the ground, so the humidity on the second floor is not as heavy as the first floor, and Jin Niang's bedroom is on the second floor.Duan Wei lightly lifted the bead curtain at the partition, and was able to get a glimpse of the whole bedroom.In fact, there is nothing special about this bedroom, but as soon as Duan Wei stepped here, she felt that her eyes were gradually getting wet. Looking at all the furnishings in the bedroom, she couldn't help but imagine how Jin Niang used them.Especially the dressing table opposite the wooden bed. The copper mirror of the dressing table has been completely covered by dust, and the items on the mirror table are also submerged in thick dirt.

Duanwei wiped off the dust on the bronze mirror with his sleeve, and soon her figure was reflected by the bronze mirror. The ancient bronze mirror could not truly restore the appearance of a person, so Duanwei's skin in the mirror The sallow facial features are distorted, and the distortion looks a little scary and weird.Looking at her own appearance in the mirror, Duan Wei raised the corners of her lips slightly, thinking that if the person taking the selfie in the mirror was Jin Niang, would her stunning face be compromised behind the bronze mirror?

Probably not.Duan Wei caressed the cool bronze mirror, whenever she thought of Jin Niang's beautiful face before, she felt a strong pain.So what if you know Jin Niang's face is stunning?In Duanwei's memory, Jin Niang's appearance is always at her last moment, the face that withered into an old woman, the crimson red dress stained with blood, and that body riddled with holes.That bloody and terrifying scene will always be reflected in Duanwei's memory, far better than those beautiful moments of laughing and smiling.Duanwei turned this memory into pain and hatred, into the sharp thorns between the bones and the pus and inflamed scars on the heart, and this pain is also urging Duanwei to grow, urging her to work hard for revenge, Urging her to rein in her unrestrained heart within a square inch, tirelessly day in and day out to comprehend all the tricks of the way.Finally, Duanwei abandoned the chic and rascal before, and became the master she had pretended to be.

Back in modern times, Duanwei was still a cool girl, she disdained those romantic loves that spread on major traffic websites, and sneered at those so-called ancient sayings.But now, Duanwei often thinks of some sentences that were fleeting before.For example, "There is nowhere to talk about a lonely grave in a thousand miles is desolate", such as "People grow up and hate water and Changdong", or "The saddest thing in life is to meet someone who wants to protect him for a lifetime at the most powerless age. '

These three sentences, Duan Wei is constantly experiencing, and the last sentence is the most representative of her recent situation.When he was most powerless, he met someone who wanted to protect him for the rest of his life, so Duanwei didn't protect that person and could only watch her die.

The wooden comb on the mirror stand was eroded black by the years, Duan Wei took off the black hair on it, and suddenly burst into tears at this moment.

Luo Yang, who used to be the little Zhengtai, has grown into a beautiful man, but it's a pity that this beautiful man is a Shaolin monk who practiced on behalf of him. Not to mention wearing cassock, there are strings of Buddhist beads on his hands and neck.Luoyang came to Duanwei this time to go to the imperial capital to eliminate demons.Like Master Duanwei and Duanwei before, in the past 20 years, Duanwei and Luoyang, a pair of masters and apprentices, have also gradually created a rift and drifted apart because of the disagreement in the concept of eliminating demons.

Luo Yang entered the Shaolin Temple, and felt that even ghosts could be saved, so he always treated ghosts with compassion and persuasion whenever he could.And Duanwei is now the Taoist at the beginning, and believes that ghosts and ghosts should be killed regardless of who they are.

"Master." Luo Yang put his palms together facing Duanwei's back, and made a Buddhist salute.

Duan Wei turned around, gave Luo Yang an indifferent glance, and mocked in a cold voice: "If I didn't know that you and the demon fox had a fierce fight, I would have believed that you really saw through the world of mortals."

Luo Yang didn't answer this, looked at Duan Wei and said sincerely: "I haven't seen you for a few years, Master has changed a lot."

"You too." Duan Wei said indifferently.

What was the breakup like?The memory of Luoyang is already blurred. After all, the image of Duanwei has changed drastically from the image of 20 years ago.

The current Duanwei is like a cold bamboo shaking off the frost in winter, straight and arrogant but with a deep loneliness of frost and snow, making people feel timid about her coldness and can't help but wonder whether she has experienced vicissitudes of life in the past.The former Duanwei and the deceased Jin Niang were buried in the loess by her own hands.

Like the heroines in some stories, Duanwei also became another person who can be called the heroine because of that catastrophe.