ghost marriage

"That Taoist priest likes you!" Li Ji sat on the willow tree outside the stone pavilion and smiled coquettishly.A tree with crooked branches stretched out a thick branch towards the lake.The woman in a bright red gauze dress lay comfortably on top of her head, the golden-red shawl slipped from her arms, and together with the willow branches below her, fluttered in the night wind, "Last time did you do this?" When did you laugh?"

The end of the sentence was dragged on for a long time, and she took some time off to look at him with a tense expression while laughing.From the beginning to the end of that night, she could see clearly under the lake, Fu Changting's Taoist robe, Han Ji's memory, their intertwined hands, "And you...".

Han Ji slowly took out a clay doll from his sleeve, raised his hand and threw it into the lake: "My senior brother doesn't like you."

Li Ji covered her mouth and laughed again.She sat up, with her legs dangling under her trunk, and she swayed along with the cloak and wicker: "You are tempted. I will report the truth to the Celestial Master."

"He doesn't care."

"He cares."

"He doesn't care about you." Han Yu supported the stone table and sat upright under the pavilion, looking as gentle as a scholar who came to visit the lake to enjoy the scenery.Turning his head, he looked at her beautiful face sympathetically, "Senior brother doesn't like you."

Countless times, bluntly, frankly, earnestly, time and time again, told her countless times.What I got was her fierce and stubborn declaration: "He will! He will like me! Every man who has met me will like me, without exception!"

"Why?" Han Yu was puzzled, just because he was never tempted by your beauty?

This time it was her turn to ask him, "What about you? What did the Taoist priest do?"

Tongue gaped, Han Yu fell silent.

The wood Taoist didn't do anything, just hunched over as always, diligently sorting out the messy goods in front of the shelves.

"What's this?" he often asked about the strange things on the shelf.

Xingren leaned over and took a look: "The leg bone of the thunder beast."

Fu Changting pursed his lips, brought the box closer to his eyes and looked at it carefully: "What is it for?"

"It is said that holding it when thunder strikes can lead to thunder." Hawthorn woke up from the dream, stretched, and then grabbed a red bayberry from the plate on the counter and threw it into his mouth. "It's actually useless."

Frowning and thinking for a while, Fu Changting shook his head, and pulled out another iron box from the shelf: "This is..." The things inside were also weird.

Xingren stood on tiptoe and looked at it: "The ears of Donghai Kui Niu."

Before he could ask further, the rabbit put a bayberry into his mouth and chewed it with great relish: "Put it to your ear, you can hear the sound of the drum."

Fu Changting was dubious, took the cow's ear and slowly put it to his ear.Before hearing the sound of the drum, Han Yu in the inner room let out a "puchi" laugh.

"Fake. How could it be here?" Hawthorn told him kindly.Slowly picking the biggest bayberry from the plate, the raccoon cat had a hint of contempt in its eyes, "What's the use of four copper coins?"

The green grass in the Great Barren Mountains, the cobblestones by the Wuding River, the yellow spring water under the Naihe Bridge... almost all the things that ghosts bring into the store are like this, which sounds mysterious but is useless.Fu Changting was even more puzzled, what did Han Ji want to collect these so carefully?

Turning his face to look at the dark blue curtain in doubt, Han Ji behind the curtain was also looking at him.Seeing the perplexed expression on his face that he was pondering in every possible way but still couldn't understand, Gui Mei was in a good mood, and smiled again with "噗嗤".

Hearing the laughter, the Taoist priest was even more confused, holding the box in his hand and looking over and over again, looking tirelessly like a student who wants to show off his skills in front of the teacher, but can't recite the first sentence of the text when he opens his mouth.

He is really a Taoist priest who can't tolerate the slightest doubt.Han Yu sighed in his heart.

This became a new pleasure for ghosts.Especially in the days of heavy rain, he carries a handful of green!Sitting carelessly on the bright old bamboo chair in the store, Xingren is holding a teacup, and Hawthorn is beating his legs for him.Han Ji closed his eyes halfway, smelling the damp rain in the air, and looked at Fu Changting, who was sweating profusely, standing in front of the shelves thinking hard.

"Master Dao, you have mushrooms growing on your face." Pointing at his frown, Han Yu smiled innocently.

Hearing his teasing, Fu Changting rubbed the center of his brows, half turned around, holding a short white stick in his hand: "This is the phalanx, whose is it?"

Do you suspect me of cannibalism again?I thought about it.Han Ji stopped laughing, and leaned back, as if he wanted to sink his whole body into the bamboo chair, making the back of the chair creak: "Mine."

Opening his hands, his crippled fingers can no longer play the qin and flute, no matter what, he didn't like this in the first place: "When a person dies, he always leaves a whole body, doesn't he?"

Fu Changting's hand sank, and his pale finger bones suddenly became heavy: "Why are you here?"

It was not wrapped in silk cloth, it was not placed in a brocade box, and it was not buried three feet deep in the ground.Such a thing is actually stuffed into a box like this, thrown on the shelf, mixed with a sea of ​​sundries, and placed in a pile of useless waste.

"Because it's useless." As if he could guess what he was thinking, Han Yu looked at the heavy rain outside the door, stood up, and walked to the inner room, "Since it's useless, why not use it?" No need to bother."

He smiled slightly, and then frowned again, with a deep frown between his brows, making his already serious face even more gloomy.When passing by, Fu Changting grabbed his sleeve suddenly, and Han Ji turned his head in surprise.It was raining outside, Fu Changting's voice was as clear as summer rain but mixed with warmth: "Keep it well."

This Taoist always likes to force things.Every time, he grasps his hand forcefully, and sends something into the palm of his hand without any explanation, without giving any room for rejection.

After speaking, he turned around again, bent down, took off the boxes of different lengths from the shelf one by one, opened them, wiped them, closed them again, tilted his head to think for a while, and put them in a more suitable position.Once he dropped his hands, he never hesitated, and he was never seen to put the items that had been summarized for a second time.The Taoist priest doesn't like to talk, and under the cloudy sky, the sharp-edged side face is painted more handsome by the water light.At first, he thought that his master, Jin Yunzi, was dull enough, but he never thought that he would be able to find a disciple who was even more boring than him.

Han Ji looked helplessly at the wooden box in his hand, where his bones were stored, the only evidence that he had survived.His eyes fell, and he caught sight of the bead chain on his wrist.

The wooden bead chain given by Fu Changting was still on his hand after all.On weekdays, I didn't notice that this handsome Taoist priest was actually strong and strong. The chain that fit just right on his wrist was the size of two extra beads hanging on Han Ji's wrist.Han Ji had unknowingly acquired a habit. When he had nothing to do, he always liked to use his left hand to lift it from the heel of his palm, slowly stroke it to his arm, rubbing and rolling it repeatedly.

The box in his hand is warm, as is the chain on his wrist.Not only that, even the goods placed by him on the wooden shelf, the copper bell under the door that was struck by his Taoist crown every day, and the teacup with half a bowl of tea soup left on the counter... The whole small shop seemed to be stained. With his breath, it is no longer gloomy and decadent, but orderly, emitting a faint light in the refreshing breeze after the rain.Even this light is warm, like his hand against his palm.

This Taoist is not organizing his shop, but his heart.

"I don't want to be reincarnated." Pulling up the curtain that was covered by the sun, Han Yu looked at the empty room, and his footsteps froze in front of the door, "Because the world is too bitter."

Fu Changting behind him suddenly stopped his hands, straightened up, and turned to look at him.

Han Yu didn't turn his head back for a long time, and just stared at the small lattice window in the room in a daze.These days, he often peeked outside through the gap, and occasionally bumped into his eyes.Fu Changting's eyes were always somewhat deep and faint, and he could see into his heart with just one glance.He is sorry for him.Han Ji could even find a trace of pity in his stern face, neither sad nor happy.He, Fu Changting, the reincarnation of Ziyang Zhenjun, the cold-faced Taoist who vowed to collect all the alien races in the world, but he is pitying him, a lonely ghost wandering in the world.

Wood Taoist, the world falsely says that you have a heart of stone, but it turns out that your tenderness is like water.The corners of the mouth could not be restrained upturned, but the ghost couldn't smile, he knew he was looking at him.The most hateful thing about this Taoist priest is his silent gaze. It would take too much effort to hook the corners of his mouth with those carved from wood and stone, but this silent gaze can always dig out the deepest secrets from his heart. As in the mountains of miscellaneous things, he can easily find his severed finger: "What about reincarnation? Birth, old age, sickness and death, separation of love and hatred, is it not suffering? Greed, hatred, ignorance, sorrow, resentment, what's the fun? I have already suffered for one life, why bother to find troubles and go to suffer for another lifetime?"

Born as a human being, it is suffering to be hungry and cold; to be born as a thing, it is suffering to be exposed to the sun and rain.Is it not bitter to always be worthless, to be crushed by others, and to be stepped on by others?Even the ninth generation of good deeds, who do good deeds every day, has a vision in the sky, falls to the ground, and is born as the son of heaven.Ling Ran is above tens of thousands of people, sitting on mountains and rivers ninety thousand miles away.The beauties in the harem are like clouds, and the power in their hands is extremely high.Intrigue, intrigue, walk a bloody imperial road.Make every effort to think about it, do your best, and be a sage king who will be bright and bright.Can one day be really happy, can one day be really chic?I closed my eyes, but there was a handful of loess in front of the grave, and a handful of decayed grass in front of the grave.On the bridge of Naihe, I drank all the bowl of Mengpo soup, feeling at a loss, reincarnation is another life, just reliving the past, joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows, repeating it over and over again, grievances will eventually be full of bitterness, betrayal remains the same Heartbroken, what can be changed?

"Reincarnation goes back and forth, and Yangshou will inevitably die in the end. Life after life, death and life, there will always be a time when the soul flies away, why bother to toss yourself in every possible way? It is better to live in peace of mind in this way, less effort, more gain The day is free." Han Yu said to Fu Changting.At the same time, he was also talking to himself.

So don't worry about anything.To have means to lose.Rather than tearing your heart and lungs when you lose it, it is better to never have it, at least you can have peace of mind, no pain and no complaints.

He insisted on forcing him to stay in this world, but it turned out that he was not nostalgic, but disgusted.Fu Changting suddenly came to his senses and wanted to say something to him.Han Yu took a step forward and let go of the door curtain.The thin body was then submerged in a piece of blue.

A thin layer of cloth curtain, like a ravine in the sky, stretches between the two.There was a burst of loss for no reason, accompanied by a few dull pains rising from his heart, and thousands of words were stuck in his throat as he left. forward.

"Don't listen to him. You have to listen to what he said." Looking at the Taoist's dejected expression, Xingren shook his head, took the candlestick that was about to fall from his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped it with his sleeve, and put it back on the shelf "Master likes to tell lies. If you don't believe me, ask Hawthorn."

Fu Changting froze there as if he couldn't hear.Since being injured by his spell, Shanzha has been unable to maintain her human form, and has been dozing comfortably behind the counter in the form of a fat civet cat all day long.

"He always said that if I steal food again, I will cut my stomach open." Accompanied by the nasal sound of "huluhulu", Shanzha woke up from the dream, "but I am still fine until now."

"He said a long time ago that he would pull out my gold teeth." Afraid of being heard by the ghosts in the inner room, Xingren habitually pulled up his sleeves and wiped the exposed front teeth, then smiled shyly , "When Miss Yu was around, he still had someone who could talk. Unfortunately, Miss Yu is married."

Fu Changting leisurely recalled the situation when Han Yu first came to him.

"My younger sister has admired the reputation of the True Lord for a long time, day and night, tossing and turning. Now, the younger sister is about to get married. I am bold, and I specially invite the Taoist priest to go to the west gate to salute at midnight three days later, so as to comfort the younger sister who was infatuated with her in the past. "

Just because of his sister's wish, he risked his life to float here, wearing Taoist robes and a lotus crown, with lowered eyebrows and a respectful expression.Ghostly, he only mentioned the word "little sister" and saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed and he smiled.

Fu Changting remembered the newlywed in red makeup at the gate of the west city. In front of the sedan chair, she turned to look at him, with a corner of her big red hijab lifted slightly, revealing a bright red smile.

He still remembered that at that time, Han Yu was holding her hand and talking to her with his head bowed, his eyes half-bent, his thin lips lightly pursed, with endless intimacy and harmony.

"He always said that he wanted to drive us away. Alas... He will forget these words after he finishes speaking." He bent down and pointed at the small puddle outside the house again!Shining a light on Liang's front teeth, Xingren went back to the reception desk in satisfaction, picked up the teapot, and poured tea into Fu Changting's cup, "Actually, he doesn't want to. Just like he doesn't want to marry Miss Yu. However, there is no way. "

Fu Changting heard that there was another origin in his words, and wanted to ask why.Rabbit spirit rubbed his nose, and changed the topic to another place: "My master saved me and Hawthorn. I accidentally fell into the hunter's trap. He... was caught stealing food in the restaurant kitchen... ...It was the master who saved us."

"If he really didn't care, he wouldn't be here." Hawthorn approached and said.

The two monsters looked at Fu Changting eagerly with wide eyes, their round eyes sparkling and full of hope.Fu Changting suddenly felt that he couldn't face them directly, so he turned his head and glanced towards the inner room. There was still no movement in there, and there was a dead silence: "He..."

"He's like that, don't take it to heart," said the monster.Xu Shi noticed his embarrassment, and the two monsters touched their front teeth and the top of their head respectively, one left and one right, busy in front of the shelves according to Fu Changting's arrangement method, "Daoist, what is Zhongnanshan like? All year round Is it all snow?"

"Is the vegetarian food there delicious?"

"The master said that you can see the sunrise from the top of the mountain."

When leaving, both the rabbit and the civet cat sent him outside the door. They looked at each other, turned their backs and carefully looked at the motionless door curtain. Under Fu Changting's puzzled expression, Xingren smiled reluctantly and stretched out his hand to pull His sleeve: "Hey, Daoist, I'll see you off."

"Miss Yu is gone. Shanzha and I... It's hard to say. Don't even look at the owner and don't even look at the things in the store, but he is more precious than us. He took them one by one with his own hands." Tightly Clutching the Taoist’s sleeves, Xingren walked in the narrow alleys. On both sides of the street, there were similarly narrow shops, selling old jewelry, collecting old books, and old tailors... The rabbit babbled all the way, "Other than that, he has nothing else."

Fu Changting was confused.The entrance of the alley is close in front of you, and when you get out of the alley, you will find the long street running from north to south in Qujiang City.Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the setting sun was like blood, and the wind blowing from outside the city faintly smelled of wolf smoke.The little monster who had always been afraid of the Taoist suddenly raised his head and stopped Fu Changting.Trying to restrain the fear in his heart, Xingren looked directly into Fu Changting's eyes and said seriously: "Master is a good person, really."

Fu Changting was surprised by the persistence in his eyes: "Why do you mention this?"

"I..." The rabbit was startled, took a step sideways in a panic, and jumped a long way along the wall: "I don't know either."

"Oh, that's bad..." He patted his head in frustration, Xingren didn't dare to stay for long, so he ran back, halfway through the run, but he turned back again, and said to the Taoist without giving up: "Daozhang, master He really has nothing left."

Fu Changting walks the road from the grocery store to the inn twice a day. He goes there at sunrise and returns at sunset. Unknowingly, he remembers the scenery on the roadside.Either at dawn or at dusk, Fu Changting would take a detour to Lin Lake to have a look.The scenery by the lake is beautiful, but people from the city are rarely seen approaching.

"This lake is not clean. People fall into it every year. Even the corpses can't be found." A passer-by told the Taoist secretly in a low voice, "It is said that the water ghost is looking for a substitute."

A red shadow flashed at the corner of his eyes, and among the weeping willows by the lake, the beautiful and charming carp spirit was blinking at him ambiguously.Fu Changting turned a blind eye and walked directly to the stone pavilion, staring at the undulating lake water in a trance.Then, he picked up a broken wicker from the ground and threw it into the lake.

The waves are rolling, and in an instant, the wicker disappears.

After standing alone for a while, Fu Changting finally looked away.In the corner of his eyes, the banshee on the willow tree was still smiling at him ostentatiously.The Taoist was expressionless, turned his head and walked away.

On the way home, Fu Changting saw the woman who had lost her child again.Dressed in rags, the woman sat motionless by the side of the street, occasionally startled suddenly, and grabbed the hem of the passerby's clothes: "My child, my child."

Weep and cry.Then, amidst the angry scolding of passers-by, his eyes lost sight again, and he sat back slowly, clutching an old rattle tightly in his hand.

Fu Changting walked up to her.

After a long time, she raised her face numbly: "You took my child away."

The Taoist knelt down and faced her face to face, staring closely at her dodging eyes: "What's your child's name?"

"Wen, Cong Wen."

"how old are you?"

"Five years old."

"When is your birthday?"

"It's the sixth day of May."

"It's two o'clock?"

"Um."

One question and one answer, he asked slowly, the woman opened her eyes and stared into his unfathomable eyes, and gradually, the hand holding the rattle relaxed.

Fu Changting looked straight at her eyes, locked her eyes firmly, stretched out his hand cautiously, and pulled the rattle out of her hand: "Is this from Congwen?"

"Um."

"He likes this?"

"I keep it with me every day, and I never let it go."

The fingertips drew two strokes on the dusty drum surface, and then stroked slowly with the pulp of two fingers.Fu Changting's face turned cold, and he raised his hand to observe carefully in the afterglow of the setting sun. There were clearly a few small drops of water on his fingertips.All things have spirits, souls can inhabit things, and dead things also have the breath of the original owner.Following this breath, one can know the current whereabouts of the child: "Where is the wind blowing away Congwen?"

"It's... the north."

To the north, where the water is abundant...

Gently returning the rattle to her hand, Fu Changting looked away, straightened up, and continued on his way home.

The inn closed early.

"In the years of war and chaos, who still has the heart to wander around? I heard that the army of King Lu Jing is going to Yucheng again. Alas... the king of Canaan just captured Chengzhou, and the army of King Langya is about to march to Dongting. Fight That's all, why do you fight and fight, even people will disappear? Daoist, have you heard that someone has lost their children outside. This time it was the two girls who disappeared together, and there were two girls who didn't leave the court. Sigh When will this dreadful day come to an end?" The old shopkeeper ran out of the kitchen muttering, holding the food specially reserved for him in his hand.

Thanks to Qin Lanxi's blessing, the prince who loves to talk and laugh is liked everywhere, even He Lianfeng and Fu Changting are also popular.Seeing that he came back late recently, the old shopkeeper would always reserve a portion of vegetarian food for him in advance and put it in the steamer to ensure that when he came back, it would be served piping hot immediately.

"Being busy is a good thing, but don't starve yourself. If you are a monk, you should be more careful about your health. If you are short of medical care, if you have a headache, you will have to suffer." Hearing the noise in the shop, the female shopkeeper also Then he came out of the back kitchen, exhorting him worriedly.

"Elder Lao misses you." Fu Changting bowed and thanked him solemnly.

The two old people hurriedly waved their hands, unable to bear it.Smiling, he hurried back to the kitchen and said that he wanted to add another dish to Taoist.

A strange thought inadvertently popped up in Fu Changting's mind.Next time, I want to bring the ghost from the grocery store to taste the vegetarian food cooked by the female shopkeeper, let him sit next to the two old people, listen to the chatter of the two old people, and see the kind smiles on their faces.Not for anything else, just for this concern.

However, that ghost will definitely not agree.Fu Changting was determined.

The crabapple blossoms in the backyard were in full bloom. It was already past the flowering period, but layers upon layers of large flowers were still bursting out from the green leaves, and a tree full of pink was about to drown the entire branch.

Fu Changting looked up at the flowers on the tree, and then turned his gaze to He Lianfeng in the middle of the courtyard.He Lianfeng was slowly wiping his long knife, and there were several corpses lying here and there under his feet.

"Prince Lu Jing?" Fu Changting asked.

He Lianfeng nodded: "Warning us, tell us to leave quickly."

It is no surprise that his whereabouts will be discovered. It has been half a month since he arrived in Qujiang City. If King Lu Jing does not move again, it will be a strange thing.This just proved that there were indeed things in Qujiang City that King Lu Jing didn't want them to know.

The Taoist casually glanced at the ground, the assassins in night clothes were all covered with black scarves, only a pair of eyes with a fierce light were still open, and there was a murderous look in them that had not yet dissipated.It's just an ordinary killer, not a monster: "Where's the prince?"

"Still sleeping, don't wake him up." He Lianfeng's voice was always low.Gently flipping his wrist, a silver light flashed across the long and slender blade that had been polished brightly, clearly reflecting his dark and deep pupils, "I will take him back to Langya tomorrow morning."

The battle ahead is stalemate, King Lu Jing is now determined to take Yucheng, once the Langya army passes through Dongting, the two sides are bound to have a fierce battle in Jinzhou.If they win, they will get what they wished to win the world. If they lose, the hard work of two generations will be wasted. After the battle, Qin Lanxi and He Lianfeng, who are the coaches, must come to the front line in person.However, before that, there is one more important matter to be resolved...

"How is your investigation going?" He Lianfeng turned to look at Fu Changting, throwing away the cloth that was wiping the blood in his hand, "Since the beginning of spring this year, all the battles that the Lu army has gone south all the way to the south have been invincible. It’s weird to win.”

People in the world say with certainty that every time when Lu's army runs out of mountains and rivers, there will always be dark clouds covering the sun on the battlefield, and the wind and sand will blow violently and the sky will be dark in an instant.In the chaos, no one knew what happened, only heard the screams of pain, the screams piercing the heart.Where the black mist passed, corpses littered the field, both humans and animals died.

Since then, the theory of population loss has been rampant.

After taking two steps forward, Fu Changting respectfully replied, "Nine out of ten."

Hearing this, He Lianfeng frowned: "It's really a blood formation?"

"Capture one's heart, lock one's soul, force one's anger, take one's resentment. Using resentment as a weapon, one can seize all beings." The petals of the crabapple flower touched the Taoist's shoe, and the Taoist's eyes fell, looking at Blood stains on the ground covered in petals.

The black mist covering the sun is resentment. The word "resentment" lies in the heart, and if the heart is not calm, resentment will arise.

He Lianfeng couldn't help frowning his eyebrows: "You said, King Lu Jing and Tianjizi used the blood array to gather resentment and then used it to kill people?"

Fu Changting shook his head: "Use the blood array to nourish resentment." Gathering alone cannot condense such a strong aura.

"How to raise?" As soon as the words came out, He Lianfeng's expression froze instantly, "Those missing people..."

The Taoist's brows were filled with ice and snow, and there was no sign of wavering: "Resentment is born by killing, and death is born by resentment."

He Lianfeng's eyes were faintly complicated: "Is there really such an evil method in the world?"

The summer wind is cool, and the falling flowers are colorful. The rain of flowers floated down in front of Taoist's eyes, casting a few shadows on his face: "The forbidden technique of Zhongnan."

According to the law of Zhongnan, those who secretly learn the forbidden art will deceive their masters and destroy their ancestors, and they will be killed without mercy.If there are escapees, no matter the ends of the world, they will be arrested thousands of miles away, and they will be removed quickly.

He Lianfeng let out a long breath, "choked ─ ─" and put the long knife back into its sheath: "How long will it take to break the formation?"

"It can be as short as half a month, or as long as several years."

"so long?"

"There are some things that need to be confirmed by the poor Taoist." The straightforward and honest Taoist spoke hesitantly for the first time.

"What's up?"

"Party."

The treatment where the blood formation is located should be full of resentment, but in Qujiang City, there is only a faint sense of death.These days, there is no longer even a dead breath.Obviously someone with a heart is trying to cover it up.Judging from the battle reports of the Lu army, the sacrifices in the blood array are already very impressive. With such a huge array and strong resentment, it is even more necessary for someone to watch nearby all the time, just in case.And that person... is undoubtedly an accomplice.

With his eyes slightly closed, He Lianfeng held the long knife in his hands and thought, "I'll give you ten days."

Fu Changting lowered his head: "Yes."

The bloody smell on the ground lingered for a long time, He Lianfeng took out a small bottle from his skirt, opened the bottle, and carefully sprinkled some powder on the corpse.A puff of green smoke rose, the black night clothes melted instantly, and the corpse quickly curled up and sank, but in the blink of an eye, only a palm-sized puddle of white powder was left on the ground.The wind picked up and was immediately swept to the horizon.

Human life is like this, no matter how earnest your words are, how much more important than Mount Tai, how precious and precious, it's just a puff of smoke.A word, a legend, and a crime can turn a mountain of bones into a river of blood.As long as there is only one high-sounding reason, the slaughter becomes justice.

"He can't see this." He Lianfeng explained to Fu Changting when he came back to his senses.

He was referring to Qin Lanxi.At this moment, he was asleep in the room.

After dealing with the traces on the ground, He Lianfeng walked up the stone steps, came outside Qin Lanxi's room, and sat down on the floor leaning against the door: "Don't tell him."

"Um."

There was a trace of tenderness in his deep and deep eyes: "It's rare for him to sleep soundly these two days."

Fu Changting could see clearly.The Taoist who was about to return to his room looked at Qin Lanxi who was guarding him in front of his room, and couldn't help blurting out the words in his heart: "He said that he has nothing but you."

"..." He Lianfeng's eyes were full of surprise, he suddenly lowered his head, grabbed the long knife in his hand, his knuckles were faintly white, "That's because he has never had nothing before."

"People who really have nothing don't only care about one thing, they want everything." Looking at Fu Changting's leaving back, He Lianfeng said quietly, with Qin Lanxi's long breathing in his ears.

He slept soundly, carefree and ignorant of everything outside the room.

Xingren bought a large watermelon from a fruit farmer in the west of the city: "It's only two copper coins." The shrewd rabbit was very proud.

Hawthorn picked up the watermelon, put it in a bamboo basket, tied it with a long rope, and sank it into the well of the next door.At night, when the moon rises, take it out again.The skin of the melon is emerald green and the tentacles are cold.The civet cat was so greedy that it couldn't get back to the room to get the knife in time, so it threw off its arms and broke the melon in half with both hands.

With a sound of "!──", the melon juice splashed all over the head and face.Hawthorn licked the corner of her mouth and smiled foolishly: "Sweet."

Han Yu watched from the sidelines dumbfounded.

Xingren walked over and pushed Hawthorn away.With a knife in his hand, he neatly cut the melon pieces of different sizes broken by the civet cat into small pieces, put them on a snow-white plate, and ran to the ginkgo tree to offer to Han Ji: "Master, don't worry!" It’s blowing. Eat watermelon, it’s sweet.”

The hawthorn on the other end snorted heavily.It turned a deaf ear and put the plate on the table all the way, waiting for Han Ji with a smile.

In the small courtyard behind the grocery store, the whimpering flute sound stopped, replaced by the rustling sound of leaves and the bickering of rabbits and civet cats.

The watermelon is crisp, sweet and refreshing, and the cool breeze blows in the night.In the night sky, a few fireflies flew by leisurely, dragonflies with long tails landed on the stone table, and crickets in the grass chirped loudly.

"This is the day of the gods..." Lie on his back on the ground, Hawthorn showed his original shape, touching his belly and sighing.

"It's worthless, just one watermelon will make you...uh...you'll be like this." Hawthorn hiccupped and kicked the pile of fat on the ground, "Get up and help clean it up, I'll eat it all day long."

"Hehe, the skinny rabbit thinks that your front teeth are in the way again, so you actually take care of me."

"Go! You are the uncle? Hahahahaha, you are so ridiculous. Whose uncle has a bald forehead?"

"You, you, you... see if I pull out your front teeth!"

"Come on, come on... let Master Rabbit, I shave off the hair on your head first."

As they talked, they quarreled, and both of them showed their original shapes, hugging each other and fighting together.The noisy sound covered the sound of leaves on the ginkgo tree, scaring away the dragonflies under the tree.

Han Yu put down the wine cup: "If you continue to quarrel, I will send you to Li Ji for nourishment."

The two monsters suddenly fell silent.Touching his nose, he spread out obediently, picked up the lost melon rind, and returned it lightly to the shop.

Han Ji was the only one left in the small courtyard, and the sound of "rustling" leaves above his head was endless.Han Yu turned his head slowly, looked ahead, and looked straight at the shadow in the corner: "Senior Brother, Junior Brother has been waiting here for a long time."

"I'm afraid I'm not the one you're waiting for." A hoarse laugh came from the shadows.Then a group of black shadows slowly floated out, "Little Junior Brother, how are you doing?"

"Thanks to senior brother, everything is going well." The wine in the glass shook slightly, and Han Yu had to hold the wine cup firmly with all his strength to prevent the wine from spilling out. But he came here without hesitation and distraction, Han Yu felt very grateful."

Still wrapped tightly in a black veil, the black shadow "Jie Jie" smiled strangely: "Is that true?"

"really."

"Hahahahaha...Little brother, you are becoming more and more able to talk." Staying on the other side of the stone table, he stretched out his black and dry hand, raised the jug and poured a glass, "Zhen Rihe Jin Yunzi's precious disciple is mixed together, you should be as reticent as him."

The frivolous words suddenly became serious in the second half of the sentence.

Han Ji was shocked, and turned to him hastily: "Junior brother dare not."

"Don't think that you can make trouble if I'm not in Yingzhou." His rough voice was as harsh as the wind and sand blowing from the desert. He crossed the table, and the face covered with black veil was only a few feet away.

Through the black veil, Han Yu could even clearly see his bright red pupils: "Brother, I don't have one. It's him..."

"Do you dare to say that you have never had a disobedient heart?" He interrupted his rebuttal unceremoniously.The blood pupils behind the black veil didn't blink, like two holes dripping with blood, coldly shone into the bottom of Han Yu's heart, "Little brother, you are still so naive. Do you want to escape? Hehe... Even if you have the ability If you escape from this blood formation, will your upright nephew let you go? Who is he? Who are you? Why did he come? Why are you here? There is no balance between good and evil, and the incompatible ways of evil. Think Think about what you did, and then think about what the South Party did to us at the end of the year. Have you forgotten the feeling of being driven out?"

The fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and the wine in the glass finally spilled on the back of the hand. It was cold, like the iced watermelon that had just been eaten, causing a shiver all over the body.

"Brother..." Han Yu said weakly.That was wrong, everything that happened back then was our fault.The fear in his heart swallowed all the words he was about to say.

"Shut up!" He approached suddenly, his bone-like fingers moved along the back of Han Yu's hand like a snake, and then grabbed his wrist suddenly.The bead chain given by Fu Changting was wrapped around his wrist, "Something from Zhong Nan?"

Suddenly, there was another burst of laughter, the laughter was rough, like a blunt knife, piercing the ghost's heart over and over again: "He gave this to you? Let you practice Taoism? Tell you to reincarnate? Hahahahahaha... Does he like you? Sincerely? Or, just to investigate the blood formation? You know, does he go to the lake every day?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a red shadow on the wall, a beautiful woman sitting innocently on the wall, smiling at him.Han Ji felt that the cold touch on his wrist was seeping into his bones step by step: "I don't know."

"Didn't you lead him there first?" The blood-red eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, and the black shadow squeezed his wrist hard, and the beads on the wrist were backlogged, almost embedded in his pale flesh , "Don't think that I don't know anything. Your every move is in my eyes. You want him to break the formation, help the Emperor Star, and save the common people? Even if you will lose your soul... Hehehehe... What is this? Redemption? Return the prodigal son? Want to return to Zhongnan and continue to be your disciple of Zhongnan? Did I agree, little brother?"

"Han Ji, Han Ji dare not." The pain was so painful that he could barely speak, Han Ji gritted his teeth, his bluish-white face was almost dead white.

The woman on the wall smiled even more happily, covered the corners of her mouth, and narrowed her eyes comfortably like a cat, with cruelty written all over the corners of her eyes.

"Hmph, I don't think you dare." He moved closer, holding hands, and the black scarf almost touched the tip of Han Yu's nose.The cold and dry breath passed over the back of his hand, and spread down inch by inch along the trembling fingers. He took out the empty cup from Han Yu's hand, and then gently took the porcelain cup filled with sake in his hand.