After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

The sky is blue and gray, and the crescent moon hangs high in the sky.

The sloping rocks are uneven, and a few hazy figures sitting on the rocks can be vaguely seen.

"Good wine should be tasted slowly, there is no one like you who can be bored in one sip."

Xue Mastiff squatted next to Changshu, watching her take a sip of wine boldly, then turned to look at him: "I tasted it, it's choking and spicy, it's really hard to drink."

"It's terrible, you still drink it! You give it to me to drink it myself!"

Seeing her saying that his fine wine was worthless, Xue Mastiff immediately became unhappy.

"Didn't it say that 'drunkness relieves a thousand sorrows', why do I still feel sad? "

Changshu sat cross-legged, hugged the wine jar in her arms, and murmured while looking at the crescent moon with her hands on her face.

Xue Mastiff only wanted to snatch her wine jar: "Because you are not drunk yet."

"Not drunk? Then you're not good at drinking, I'll drink more!"

Chang Shu's face was flushed, and her eyes were already foggy. When she saw Xue Mastiff coming to grab her, she wanted to hug the wine jar tightly and not let go.

"Stop slandering my wine! Give it to me!"

Both of them grabbed the wine jar, if you don't let me, I won't let you.

Xue Mastiff didn't expect that a little girl in Changshu was so strong that she could only pull and pull in a stalemate like this. The little girl was not happy about pulling and pulling, so she stared fiercely and opened a mouthful of delicate and white teeth. He shouted drunkenly, "Go away!"

"You still murdered me when you snatched my wine?" Xue Mastiff suddenly felt wronged, and turned around to find someone to complain, "Dao Jun, look at her..."

The young man in gray robe sitting on the edge of the cliff with his legs bent turned his head. Before he could open his mouth, he heard Changshu cry out. Her facial features were all squeezed into a wrinkled ball. A shiny golden bean, pointing to Xue Mastiff and said vaguely: "He...he bullied me..."

"No... why should I... you, don't, don't cry, oh, I'll give you everything!"

Xue Mastiff didn't want the little girl to cry, so he hurriedly wiped her face with his sleeve, and handed her another jar of wine.

Unexpectedly, she cried even more sadly. After taking the wine jar, she sat back to her original place while sobbing.

"I……"

The hand that wanted to comfort stretched out, and then stopped halfway, Xue Mastiff's entire face was full of help, then looked at Su Wan, and spread his hands at him.

"Let her cry, it's better than holding back."

The crooked moon was covered by floating clouds, and the fish belly white light traced the edge of the clouds, and the clouds also darkened brightly.

"Obviously knowing that it will be uncomfortable to separate yourself, why do you want to separate?"

Seeing the woman in the litmus red cage skirt buried her head in her arms, hugged her legs and curled up into a ball sobbing, Xue Mastiff couldn't understand.

"It is impossible to deceive the heart, and it is difficult to have both."

It is precisely because I have witnessed the death of those people that I cannot deceive myself.

It's like chewing a pebble while eating a pastry, and after you get a toothache, no matter how sweet the pastry is, you will have scruples in your heart, and the joy of eating the pastry will also change.

Su Wan pulled off the baby pendant tied to his belt, and lightly tossed it upwards, a shadow suddenly cast over him, and sat down beside him: "Mr. Dao, I used to listen to books in teahouses before, but you can listen to me?" Hundreds of times, I still can’t figure out the love written in that book. Why are they so in love? Why do you have to give your life to save your life? According to the book, you have saved me, Daojun I have been with Ayao several times, so do I and Ayao also have to marry you?"

"I'm not good at this."

Catching the falling baby pendant, Su Wan lowered her eyelashes and glanced at him.

"In the final analysis, you people are too complicated, this doesn't work, that doesn't work, a bunch of red tape." Seeing the baby pendant being tossed up again, he quickly snatched it away, "Daojun, you can't do that either." It is the person I have seen who lives a free and easy life, has he not been troubled by love before?"

"No."

His palms were suddenly empty, and Su Wan answered simply.

"Is there always someone you like?"

Xue Mastiff played the spirit of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

"The person you like?"

Something flashed in his mind, he squinted his eyes and smiled, but didn't answer.

Seeing his ambiguous attitude, Xue Mastiff felt puzzled, so he continued to ask: "Then do you like A Yao?"

Su Wan took the jade pendant in his hand, and replied meaningfully: "As a close brother who has followed me through life and death, I naturally like him."

Xue Mastiff reacted for a while, seemed to understand what he meant, but didn't seem to understand, so he continued: "What about Zhenjun Hexuan? Do you like Zhenjun Hexuan?"

"I can't say I like it." The jade pendant lay on the palm with criss-crossed palm lines quietly, and Su Wan looked at the green pine with messy branches and leaves. "It can only be said to be empathy, but the current him... I can't understand it either." .”

Xue Mastiff was even more confused, and he didn't know what empathy is. After thinking about it, he still felt that human emotions are too complicated and subtle. Otherwise, how could he come up with so many difficult words? He looked around: " Why didn't you see Zhenjun Hexuan following you today?"

Seeing that Changshu was holding the wine jar in her drunken dream, he suddenly realized: "Oh, maybe it's because I don't want to see little Changshu shed tears... Hey, if you say this is put in the White Snake's storybook, Hexuan is really Are you just like that monk Fahai, beating hard-working mandarin ducks with a club?"

These words were like enlightenment, and Su Wan suddenly remembered that even though the current plot of this book has deviated from the original plot development, even if ten horses could not be pulled back, the hero and heroine still chose to part ways, even if it was Changshu herself. The choice made was more or less related to the appearance of Xu Qingyi. Could it be said that the line of beating mandarin ducks must exist?Are there any plot lines in the book that are unavoidable?

Before the system left, it only said that he had triggered some hidden missions, and then inexplicably turned on the free story mode. The mission conditions that should be explained were left to him here without being clearly stated. Is it up to him to guess?

In the past few years since his resurrection, he has done everything he can, but in the end he has not found a place to return to. Is it possible that the protagonist really needs to stab him again to be the end?

Holding the baby short jade pendant tightly in his hand, Xue Mastiff beside him was still chattering, looking like he was talking vigorously, he closed his eyes and just listened quietly.

This world is good, but it still doesn't belong to him. He just passed by and saw so many autumn moon and spring breeze, which is enough. After Xu Qingyi's matter is settled, he will go where he should go.

The silver hook pushes away the clouds and mist, revealing a cold and clear light.

After setting up the drunk Changshu, Su Wan closed the double doors of the East Chamber, turned around and saw the young man standing by the green bamboo.

Compared with the little apprentice who was always around him many years ago, his figure has become more outstanding, his temperament has become calmer, and he does things neatly. Presumably, even without him as his backing, this guy will definitely be able to stand alone.

"Master, I have already sent Zhao Yuya back to the Nightmare Bat Blood Pavilion, but he vomits blood and doesn't look very good. He will die in about two days."

Lu Yao was serious when he spoke, and he still remembered Zhao Yuya's plan to frame his master in the ghost nest.

"So serious?"

Su Wan subconsciously looked at the East Chamber, thinking that according to the plot of the original book, in this life, the male lead's body will disappear, and Bai Yueguang's heart will turn black, right?But Changshu doesn't look like a girl who can turn black.

"Wouldn't it be better? Changshu said before that she would never see her again while she was still alive, and it just so happens that he died, so wouldn't she be able to meet Changshu again?"

Lu Yao didn't care about so many twists and turns.

After a brief moment of silence, Su Wan's jet-black eyelashes retracted downwards, and a smile still couldn't help but sway from the corners of his eyes and brows: "Well, it makes sense."

Seeing him smile, he naturally raised his brows and eyes following him, but he caught a glimpse of a pair of dark eyes looking at the half-opened cedar lattice picture window on the south side.

He couldn't help putting away the smile on his cheeks, and looked over there ferociously.

"Go back and rest."

Seeing Lu Yao's face change, Su Wan immediately understood the reason for his change of face.

"Yes."

There was only a little reluctance in Lu Yao's tone, and he retreated obediently after raising his hand to salute.

There seems to be a layer of silver-white frost on the narrow and long bamboo leaves, like an untimely snowfall in spring, and the night wind is cool, with a tingling chill.

The cedar lattice picture window was still lit, and the delicate light and shadow cast on the window, outlining a clean and slender figure.

The man in silver frost stood on the stone steps, glanced lazily at the window frame, and when he was about to go to the north chamber, the sound of the wind rolled into his ears, carrying a very soft "Zhexuan".

Xu Qingyi is a little "abnormal" today, but this "abnormal" is actually more normal to him - it is rare for him to be able to be quiet for a while on his own, and he never sees A Yao as if he is not pleasing to the eye Fight him.

The figure reflected on the window is obviously in the posture of holding a pen, as if writing something.

Su Wan stood still for a while, then walked over and pushed open the nanmu door with ice-patterned lattice.

Xu Qingyi was indeed sitting upright in front of the desk full of ancient books, holding a pen with his right hand, and wrote black handwriting on the white paper. He knew that he had come in, so he raised his eyes slightly to look at him, his eyes dimmed, and then continued to lower his eyes. pen.

This scene overlaps with countless pictures in his memory. It was when he punished himself to copy the Heart Sutra in the Shensi Hall after a competition with the original owner when he was young. One stroke after another.

He walked up to him, glanced at the paper on the desk, and sure enough, he wrote "Xin Yin Miao Jing".

Su Wan was in a trance for a while, as if he had returned to the days when the two of them stayed in the ghost nest. He picked up the ancient books piled up next to the desk, put them back into the beech wood gourd pattern square corner bookcase, and asked him, "Why do you want to write?" Have you read the scriptures?"

The rubbing sound of the pen tip on the paper is mixed with the clear tone: "It's been a long time since I copied, my hands are raw."

Su Wan carefully looked at the handwriting on the paper with downcast eyes, and said with a smile, "It's the same as before."

The writer suddenly stopped writing, and muttered to himself, "Really?"

"In a few days, you can go back to Nanhua Road."

A wind gushed in, and the bamboo grove outside was rustling. The young man heard the sound and looked at it. The moon was once again hidden in the floating clouds, and his eyes could only see darkness.

"it is good."

The hand holding the pen moved away from the red sandalwood ruler that was holding down the paper. The thin paper was blown with a "crash" sound. He let go of the left hand holding the corner, and white paper flew all over the room in an instant.

The crescent moon protrudes a sharp hook from the smoke cloud, giving the earth a little light as much as it can, and illuminating the way back for those who can't see the way forward.

The paper full of handwriting floated out from the half-closed window, and floated into the mountain forest dimly illuminated by the moon. In a blur, it can be seen that behind the paper on which "Xin Yin Miao Jing" was written, there is a paper full of " Zhexuan" is the word.

The author says:

感谢在2022-09-0721:02:01-2022-09-0921:55:44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 grenade: ice1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Sister Ying who is serious and honest; 5730504410 bottles;

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