Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

After searching the city, Wen Song found that although every street here was equally noisy, the surrounding houses were all empty, and the two places seemed to be separated by something.

He finally found Yinsu in the Tixiu Garden of the City Lord's Mansion.

There are large expanses of red flowers spread out in the garden, one overlapping the other, thick and fresh, under the gorgeous petals, there are pure white and dark green leaves, the flowers and leaves are intertwined, it is an indescribable strangeness.

Yin Su stood in the middle of it, dressed in red and with black hair, almost blending into it.

I don't know if it's Wen Song's illusion, but he feels that Yin Su's mood is not too high at this time, "Friend Yin, I'm here."

When Yin Su heard Wen Song's voice, Shen Si withdrew from the flower of joy, "Come here."

When Wen Song walked over, he carefully controlled his steps so as not to step on the flowers on the ground, "Fellow Daoist has been staring at the flowers, did you find something wrong?"

"No."

When Yin Su returned to him, there was an extremely dark gloomy color between his brows, so dark that even Wen Song could see it, he said softly, "Why is that fellow Taoist so gloomy?"

Yin Su stretched out his bony forefinger, pointing to the bright red flower color under his feet, "Do you know this flower?"

Wen Song shook his head.

"If you don't know, that's all."

Yin Su stopped at this point, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you wear a mask when you came here?"

Wen Song took off the mask hanging on his wrist, and raised it forward, "Is this it?"

"Ah."

Wen Song turned over the mask and looked, "What's the use of this?"

Yin Su looked at the pattern on the mask, and his eyes gradually narrowed. He took out his red and black mask and put it together with Wen Song's mask, "After wearing the mask, the consciousness will be attached to a monk in the city. body."

Wen Song thought for a while, and said, "Does that mean that after I put on the mask, my consciousness will also attach to others?"

"Ah."

Wen Song looked at the two masks that were put together, one black and one white, both of which were intertwined with brilliant red, "Daoist friend, look, our masks are put together, and they happen to be very similar to the colors of these flowers."

Light and shadow swim on the love flower and the mask, reflecting a strange harmony.

This unintentional sentence caused the picture on the underground stone wall to appear in Yin Su's mind, and he tightened his hand holding the mask, "Does it look like it?"

"Very similar."

Wen Song looked at Yin Su, "I haven't asked you why you called me over?"

Yin Su looked back at him with light eyes, "What if I say I'm here to die?"

Wen Song was taken aback for a moment, "Death?"

"Yes, die," Yin Su chuckled, "I was trapped here and couldn't find a way out, so I called you here."

"I'm dead, so naturally you can't live either."

Listening to his domineering speech, Wen Song didn't feel any fear after being stunned. It's not that he wasn't afraid of death, but since he knew him, it was Yinsu who saved him and taught him. He also wanted to do something for Yinsu in his heart. What, "Fellow Daoist, didn't I tell you before I came to the secret realm, we are life-long friends."

"Well, even if it's someone who came to kill me, I'll admit it."

Looking at the calmness on Wen Song's face, Yin Su deepened his superficial smile just now, raised his hand to stroke his hair, and promised, "I will treat you better in the future."

His little/slave/slave is too good and can give more rewards.

Wen Song's eyes lit up when he heard the word "better", "That array..."

"No."

Before Wen Song could finish speaking, Yin Su rejected him.

"I just want to ask if you can borrow me a little more time for that formation disk," Wen Song looked at him quietly, "Is this what fellow Taoist said better?"

Men are really big pigs, I can't believe it.

A look of unnaturalness crossed Yin Su's eyes, "I saw you love this array so much, I thought you wanted to take it away."

Wen Song froze for a moment. He had indeed thought about it, but it was just thinking about it.

Both of them were a little guilty, so they skipped this topic tacitly.

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Yin Su then took him to the bedroom of the City Lord's Mansion.

The layout of the house is extremely exquisite, with a gorgeous nine-flower curtain hanging on the head of the bed, under the curtain is a shimmering orb tassel, and the dowry is half-opened, containing all kinds of ingenious hairpins, anyone can see this It is a woman's room.

Wen Song looked at Yin Su, "What did fellow Taoist bring me here for?"

Yin Su went to the dressing room and removed the mirror, revealing a hole about seven feet high, he bowed and walked in, "Follow me."

Wen Song hurried forward and grabbed his sleeve.

After entering, there is a row of steep stone steps. After going down the stone steps, the space gradually becomes wider.

Yin Su glanced at the stone wall, "Every frame of painting engraved on it is based on the flower of joy."

Wen Song followed his gaze.

There are hundreds of pictures engraved on the stone wall, each of which is more or less engraved with the flowers seen outside just now.

The first painting is the beginning of the story. A beautiful and moving woman came from nowhere, and appeared in Qianque City so abruptly.

Then the picture scroll was unrolled, and the city lord met a woman when he went out by chance, and he was full of admiration in his heart, and he pursued her with great sincerity.

Then began a period of time where you chased me and hid. After all these things, the atmosphere between the two gradually became ambiguous.

Lang has a lover and a concubine, which is a good story of a happy relationship.

After that, the man brought her to the city lord's mansion, arranged her bed and bed with his own hands, and planted the woman's favorite love flower in the mansion.

However, just when the two were about to become Taoist couples, accidents happened suddenly.

On the day of making glass, the man no longer had the tenderness of the past, and coldly said that he would break off his relationship with the woman. The woman asked him why with tears in her eyes, but the man didn't answer, and turned around and left the city indifferently. look back.

A hundred years later, the man ascended.

The woman wants to go crazy.

She sealed off the city and captured everyone in the city to sacrifice to the heavens in order to take revenge on that man.

Since then, Qianque Pond was destroyed and named Boneless.

After reading the whole story, Wen Song was both disgusted and shocked. He hated the man's ruthlessness, and was shocked by the woman's viciousness later. "Fellow Daoist, who is your consciousness attached to?"

"City Lord."

Wen Song sighed: "This city lord is really nothing."

Yin Su looked at him.

Wen Songdao: "Of course I'm not talking about friends, I'm talking about the man in the story."

"Since he doesn't like it anymore, why didn't he tell the woman earlier, maybe this way it won't hurt her so deeply, and it won't cause all the monks in the city to be sacrificed to heaven."

"It's because of the practice." Yin Su's consciousness had been attached to the man, so he knew his thoughts clearly, "he broke up with the woman when his feelings were the strongest and happiest. In this way, his Emotions can be completely cut, and in the future practice can be clear and pure."

Wen Song was surprised: "Is the day when he became a Taoist couple with that woman his favorite time?"

"Ah."

Wen Song's fingertips trembled when he got the affirmative answer. This man was really cruel, not only cruel to others, but also cruel to himself. It is estimated that few people have this kind of renunciation. use?"

Yin Su pointed to the last few paintings, "Did you see that altar?"

"Ah."

"This altar may be the key to getting out. I searched all over the city, but I couldn't find it. It can be seen that only women know where it is."

作者有话要说：感谢在2019-12-2820:28:28~2019-12-2921:42:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Jiugong Ling;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Doomsday Cool City;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!