[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

On the night of the full moon, on the top of the Forbidden City, a sword comes to the west, and immortals fly from the sky.

Ximen Chuuxue, owner of Wanmei Villa.

Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City.

The two of them made an appointment to fight, like a ladle of cold water poured into boiling oil, and it exploded in an instant, making the world uneasy.

Zhong Yanqiu walked through the streets and alleys of the capital, and listened to Ximen Zhuangzhu and Yechengzhu, each of them clearly had never seen a human face, but he spoke clearly and logically, as if he had become the stomach of the other party. roundworms.

He was holding Hefangzhai's pastries, which were still hot just out of the oven, but it was getting cold in the capital in mid-autumn, and hot desserts just out of the oven were very popular.

The top of the oiled paper bag is covered with red paper, on which is the sign of Hefangzhai written with a silver hook on the red paper, and the aroma of pastries comes out from the cracks in the oiled paper, it seems that even the black and white characters on the red paper have been dyed much A bit sweet.

Go straight through two small alleys, and the eyes are dark in an instant. The high courtyard walls on both sides block the sunlight, and there are few people coming and going. Only a few women are sitting at the door of the house, doing needlework and chatting. The leaf fell at his feet, was blown by the wind and swirled, turned around at the end of the alley, and walked to a very bustling street.

Facing the entrance of the alley is a two-story building with high eaves and corners. A plaque is hung on the gate, and the three characters "Chunhua Building" are painted with gold powder, shining in the sun.

The business of Chunhua Building has always been very good, especially in recent days when there are so many people flocking to the capital, the business of inns and restaurants is even better.

Zhong Yanqiu asked for the most famous Buddha Jumping Wall in Chunhua Building to take away.

Chunhua Building does not do take-out business, especially the Buddha jumping wall process is complicated and the materials used are exquisite. How many copies are made every day, and one sold will be less. Many old gourmets in the capital are willing to It cost several times more money for this.

But the shopkeeper of Chunhua Building gave Zhong Yanqiu a brief look, and with a warm smile on his face, he turned his head and urged Xiaoer to go to the back kitchen to deliver a portion of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.

There was a knife hanging from Zhong Yanqiu's waist. The blade was slightly shorter than ordinary knives, and slightly curved, like a woman's graceful waist. decorations.

The shopkeeper has seen this knife out of its sheath before. The person holding the knife is called Su Mengzhen, and this knife is called Hongxiu knife.

His attitude became more enthusiastic.

The waiter in the store put the Buddha Jumping Wall into a food box for Zhong Yanqiu to carry, and the shopkeeper also stuffed an extra small jar of the best wine from Chunhua Building in the food box. When Zhong Yanqiu walked out with the food box, he suddenly smelled something A scent.

Like a blend of sandalwood and flowers, it is so rich that it can almost cover up all other flavors.

He looked in the direction where the fragrance came from, and saw six girls with black hair hanging down their shoulders and white clothes like snow carrying blue and bright flowers sprinkled on the ground, laying a carpet of flowers, walking slowly on the flowers alone , white clothes and black hair, eyes as bright as cold stars, the wind blows his belt, making him look like he fell from the sky instead of walking from a distance.

Zhong Yanqiu walked out of Chunhua Tower, and this person was about to go in.

As soon as they entered and as soon as they exited, the two met each other, their eyes crossed for a moment, they nodded slightly, and passed by.

Su Mengzhen was reading a book in the study room. He originally wanted to go to the yard, but it was cold in autumn, and he would start coughing after blowing some wind.

In fact, I don't really want to go to the yard so much. After all, the trees that have lost their leaves and the withered flowers are nothing to see.

Hearing the sound of the door, Su Meng asked without raising her pillow, "Have you bought it?"

"The chrysanthemum shortbread from Hefangzhai, and the Buddha jumping over the wall from Chunhua Tower." Zhong Yanqiu put down the food box on his hand, "There are also boiled shrimp from Songhe Tower, and wontons from the Nanchengmen stall."

Patients, especially those who are dying of illness, always have some privileges. It is rare to see Su Mengzhen talking about something to eat, so Zhong Yanqiu naturally has to go all over the capital to buy it for him.

"There are also restaurants in Xicheng..." Before Su Mengzhen could finish speaking, Zhong Yanqiu cut him off.

"You can't drink now."

There are also restrictions behind privileges.

Su Mengzhen didn't really have to drink, so he stirred the wontons in the bowl with a spoon, blowing in small mouths as if afraid of getting hot.

Zhong Yanqiu sat across from him, peeling the shrimp, and throwing them into the small bowl of dipping sauce one by one.

"I met Ye Gucheng." Zhong Yanqiu said, his tone was flat as if he was saying that he ran into Wang Ermazi from the neighbor's next door when he went out.

"How is it?" Su Mengzhen asked, picked up Zhong Yanqiu's peeled shrimp and put them into his mouth one by one.

"I originally wanted to kill him." Zhong Yanqiu remained calm and indifferent, "Nanwang can live in peace for a while after he's dead."

Correspondingly, Su Mengzhen can live longer.

"Then?" Su Mengzhen raised her eyebrows.

"It's useless even if he dies." Zhong Yanqiu said calmly, "Nan Wang has already made up his mind to attack Zhongqiu."

What can he do if he is in a hurry to find death.

"Do you want to see it?" Zhong Yanqiu asked again.

"On the night of the full moon, on the top of the Forbidden City, how can we miss such a grand event in the world." Su Mengzhen said while sipping the ginseng tea in the teacup, thinking for a while and then said, "Such a happy event, just wait for a while." Dabai."

Zhong Yanqiu didn't say a word, but quickly blocked Su Mengzhen's mouth with shrimps when he wanted to say something else.

The more it is nothing, the more he thinks about something. Obviously, he will cough and have stomach pain when drinking, but Su Mengzhen still misses the taste of wine quite a lot, and he has to mention a few words from time to time, which seems to be a posture of getting back from life.

But on the day of Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhong Yanqiu still brought two jugs of wine and went to the palace with Su Mengzhen.

They didn't hide their identities, there were quite a few people who saw them, it was necessary to have a few acquaintances come to see them, today there were quite a few people, Hua Manlou was standing beside Lu Xiaofeng, Chu Liuxiang held hands and Hu Tiehua was talking about something, Li Xunhuan Tilting his head, standing next to him was A Fei, and Bai Feifei deliberately floated over to say something disgusting to Zhong Yanqiu about Li Xunhuan.

Most of them were the helpers Lu Xiaofeng found.

Zhong Yanqiu also saw the disguised Gongjiu—the ninth son's disguise technique was indeed flawless, but Princess Taiping behind him couldn't change his appearance. Seeing Bai Feifei and Princess Taiping's affectionate appearance at first sight, Zhong Yan Qiu suddenly felt some stomachache.

So he and Su Mengzhen changed places to sit.

The moon was very round, so round that it was a bit bleak, and the place where they sat was far away from the Hall of Supreme Harmony, so far away that they could only see two vague white figures on the Hall of Supreme Harmony, so there was no one around.

Just the two of them.

There are also a few ghosts floating nearby, live broadcasting the movement of the Hall of Supreme Harmony to them in real time.

In fact, the ghosts can guess it without telling them——

Lu Xiaofeng begged Su Mengzhen for Ye Gucheng's favor. Even though Ye Gucheng was threatened by Nanwang, the emperor raised it high and put it down gently even though Ye Gucheng was the former emperor. As a descendant of the emperor, Baiyun City is only an isolated island in the sea, so it can withstand any storms.

Without Ye Gucheng's help, Nanwang and Nanwang's son would not survive tonight.

For this uncle who would come to disgust him from time to time and still hold on to the southeast area, the emperor was not going to let him live for a long time.

The only thing that can be called suspenseful is probably the decisive battle between Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng, who will live and who will die.

Perhaps in Zhong Yanqiu's eyes, this is not a suspense.

"I remember...Ximen Chuuxue is also your apprentice." Su Mengzhen said, his face was as pale as paper, even if he said that he would die in a second, someone would believe it, "Aren't you worried?"

"A person who seeks the Tao must naturally have the awareness of martyrdom." Zhong Yanqiu said.

"You too?" Su Mengzhen squinted his eyes and smiled, he could clearly feel that he was getting weaker and weaker, his body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, sinking bit by bit.

"If I didn't, I wouldn't be standing here." Zhong Yanqiu replied, rubbing the ends of Su Mengzhen's hair, where there were a few strands of silver mixed in the black hair, he suddenly said, "I regret it."

"Huh...?" Su Mengzhen was a little confused, and answered vaguely, but she didn't realize what Zhong Yanqiu said at all.

"I wanted to respect your choice..." Zhong Yanqiu laughed softly, letting the hair fall between his fingers. He has never been a very stubborn person, so he was persuaded by Su Mengzhen Too many times, but it is this kind of person, once he becomes stubborn, even ten cows will not be able to pull him back.

Su Mengzhen felt that she would die without any regrets in this life. Su Mengzhen felt that it was worth exchanging the future for the present. Anyway, after reincarnation, everything would be empty, so what is the difference between just disappearing.

He doesn't regret his choice at all.

"But I regret it."

"The dreams of psychic mediums are all directional." Zhong Yanqiu drew out the knife hanging from his waist, the blade was rippling with light water red, and the full moon reflected was also stained with red.

Red sleeve knife.

Artifacts cherished by the owner are the best carrier of the soul.

His blood, the blood of Su Mengzhen, Zhong Yanqiu cut the knife quickly and steadily without pain, and the body that was still breathing intermittently in his arms lost its vitality.

At the same time, his restricted abilities also returned.

then……

run.

Zhong Yanqiu rolled Su Mengzhen's soul and left this world without hesitation.

In the ninety-nine-day sky, the clouds were thick and the light of thunder was flickering, and thunder and rain fell all night.

Su Mengzhen could hear Zhong Yanqiu's voice, and he could also hear the rolling thunder, but he couldn't distinguish the meaning, as if he had fallen into a deep pool, everything was blurred, and his mind was full of confusion. Chaos, consciousness fades away.

I am about to die.

He thought, with a peaceful mind, no negative emotions at all, and even a little "here it is", relieved.

In that chaos, he couldn't feel any pain at all. Something tore the skin and penetrated into the heart. His soul seemed to be pulled up by something, and all senses became extremely blurred, like a sweet scene. dream.

When I woke up, the spring was bright and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

He got up, but couldn't step on the ground, and floated up lightly. The sun passed through his body, and there was no shadow on the ground.

"Are you awake?" Zhong Yanqiu came in with a bowl, and tore off the Su Meng pillow that was about to float to the roof.

Anyone new to ghosting will have to spend some time learning how to float properly.

Su Mengzhen's attention was elsewhere, "Why do you...?"

"There is always a price to pay for repenting."

Xiaodouding Zhong Yanqiu, who seemed to be no more than five years old, put the bowl on the table on tiptoe, with a nonchalant expression on his face.