Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

Xie Qiushi felt the hairs on his back stand on end.

He said with a straight face: "I have a human body, but you want me to be a stone."

The man frowned slightly and stared at him with a slightly puzzled expression: "Why?"

"what why?"

"There are countless mortals down there who have gone through all kinds of catastrophes and want to get rid of their bodies and turn into spirits, so that they will be free from the constraints of age, body, and ethics." The man's voice was cold, "Why do you go against the way? "

"Then what is unfettered?" Xie Qiushi shouted, "If you can't taste the taste, you can't touch the heaven and the earth, and you will be drifting with the wind all your life, with nowhere to go, what good is it?"

The man was surprised, and looked down at Xie Qiushi deeply, his eyes wandered from the center of his eyebrows to the corner of his mouth: "But you are not happy either."

Xie Qiushi opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"You have become what you are now," the voice echoed in his ears like a long flute, "you are still not happy."

Xie Qiushi almost ran away.

He didn't remember whether he had refuted that person, nor what he said, he got out of the cave like a fish, summoned the cranes circling on the top of Yingtai Mountain, and fled away like an arrow from the string.

He escaped too far and almost escaped to the ghost world.He saw the ghost clan beings coming and going, and unconsciously thought of the struggling creatures under the red cliff. He flinched, and finally returned to Yingtai Mountain and hid in his bedroom.

He summoned Zhuoquan and asked, "Son, where did I go just now?"

Zhuoquan's eyes widened and he didn't understand what it meant, so he could only obediently said: "The Immortal Lord has gone to the back mountain."

"No." Xie Qiushi shouted, pinching the boy's collar and warning, "I didn't go anywhere just now, do you understand?"

Zhuoquan was scared out of his wits: "Yes, yes, Xianjun, you didn't go anywhere!"

"Good boy." Xie Qiushi then smiled, raised his leg and tapped his foot on the man's buttocks, "Get lost."

After Zhuo Quan retreated, he lay softly on the bed, muttering softly: "I haven't gone anywhere, I haven't seen anyone, I don't know anything..."

Maybe it was because he slept for too long before, but this time he couldn't fall asleep.

In his sleep, he heard the faint sound of the flute, which seemed not to come from the window, but from his heart. He remembered the way the man looked at him with lowered eyebrows, joy and fear at the same time, and a faint smell from his nose. With the fragrance of peach blossoms, he sat up from the bed in a daze, and tiptoedly opened the doors and windows.

There was no one outside, only the snow fell quietly, as if it had become smaller, and could no longer hold down the spring leaves on the green branches of the mountains.

not him.Xie Qiushi thought to himself, but he couldn't tell whether he was relieved or disappointed.

Suddenly, with a sound of "Xisuo", something fell lightly to the ground.

Xie Qiushi was taken aback, turned around following the voice, and found that the crane incense burner by the bed had its long beak slightly open, and a small paper ball in its mouth fell to the ground.

With a "ah", he unfolded the small paper ball, lifted it up and saw that there were two small characters written on it.

"Miss you."

Xie Qiushi's face became hot, and he looked at the note in his hand in disbelief, as if those two words were spells of demons and ghosts, or some mysterious scriptures, which he couldn't understand, couldn't understand, and was reading , Read it backwards, but you can't understand its meaning.

He shifted his eyes back to the crane incense burner, staring at the crane's beak that was still open, with the faint light of the fairy spell on it, which was silky and could hardly be seen clearly.

With just a slight tug, he could break the filament.

But he didn't. He squatted on the ground, looked up at the crane's beak, and waited quietly. After almost a stick of incense, the crane's beak moved again and spit out a small paper ball again.

Xie Qiushi raised his hand, this time he caught it, he couldn't wait to open the note, this time it was two lines:

"want to see you.

want to hear you talk. "

Xie Xianjun jumped up, rushed out of the door and turned back to the room, picked up a red pen on the table, cast a spell, wiped it on his body, and his plain clothes turned into the big red brocade robe that Qin Lingche had conjured up.

Holding the hem of his clothes, he flew out of the window like a butterfly, rushed to the back mountain with disheveled hair, landed in the cave behind the vines, barely stopped in his tracks.

"You want to see me!" he yelled.

The man turned out from behind the tree, sat down in front of the stone table, looked at him, and smiled faintly.

"You..." Xie Qiushi walked over, sat down opposite him, sniffed lightly, "Scent of flowers?"

"That's not the fragrance of flowers. Of course it's not peach blossoms either." The man stretched out his hand and placed it flat on the stone table, "I was born in a place where thousands of bones are buried and I am not polluted. The breath on my body is different from that of ordinary people."

Xie Qiushi looked at him suspiciously, and tentatively touched his wrist.

The man looked at him with indulgent eyes.

He carefully held up the wrist, and brought the slender fingers in front of him. There was still a little ink stain on the finger, but he didn't care, just slightly shrugged his nose like smelling peach blossoms.

The familiar aroma drilled into his heart. It may not be appropriate to say that it is an aroma, but it is just a smell: a clean, strong, powerful smell, extremely fragrant, and extremely special. It is impossible to find such a scent in any corner of the world. Smell, and there can be no second smell like it, which grabs people's soul directly.

The man let Xie Qiushi sniff like a small animal for a while, then withdrew his hand, Xie Qiushi looked at him dissatisfied, and he shook his head: "What do you want in exchange?"

Xie Qiushi blinked blankly, and said after a while: "If you want to hear me talk, then I will tell you."

The man made a "please" gesture.

Xie Qiushi opened his mouth, he was never afraid to speak, but at this moment he wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

He thought for a long time, the man had been waiting for him patiently, he sat stiffly, after a while, he simply copied out "Xiaoyao Cangjiang Night Drama Director" from his pocket, and read dryly.

This "Cangjiang Night Opera" is a folk opera book, it is not easy to sing unless it is Goulan. The obscene songs were read to him like Buddhist scriptures, which were uninteresting.

The man didn't seem to care, the Wuyu flute tapped the table, and would tug the corners of his mouth when he heard the cadence.

"Welcome the king with a cup, lightly relieve Qi Luoshang.

Two cups are puzzled, and the sweat towel is long under the skirt.

It doesn't matter if you hear the king's words in three cups.

Four cups to persuade the king to return, there is nowhere to hide the jade body..."

The more Xie Qiushi read it, the more he felt bored, so he raised his face and asked the man, "What's the point of undressing? It's a waste to waste so much pen and ink."

The man looked at him deeply, and said lightly: "The famous courtesan Liu Cang takes off a piece of clothing in exchange for a glass of wine. The scholar Xu Yuming likes to watch her take off her clothes, but she doesn't really want his wine."

Xie Qiushi chuckled: "It's annoying. Who knows her twisted intestines." He turned his head and said, "How can I exchange my clothes for something?"

The man didn't answer, just closed his eyes slightly, leaned on the old wood behind him, and watched him calmly.

"I don't miss it." Xie Qiushi tossed the booklet away, leaned on the table with his chin propped up, stared at the man, rolled his eyes, and suddenly had an idea, "Say, I take off a piece of clothing, and you can smell it for me." Just a moment, okay?"