All hearts do not die

It's because people can't help being moved—maybe he's the only one who can be moved. He always feels that he can still smell the fragrance of those little pink velvet flowers, and he can still see the magnificence of the small round fans all over the tree.

Fu Sheng could only see that the tree was covered with ribbons, so he asked, "My lord, this tree should be the marriage tree of this place, right?"

"This one is not."

It was not Luo Fanxin who answered, but a middle-aged man who looked about forty years old, shaking a cattail fan.

This person was sitting under a tree and set up a stall for guessing lantern riddles. He said to Luo Fan, "There is a laurel tree on Yuelao Peak, and that is the local marriage tree. This one is a bit thicker and younger. People like to play, and there are ribbons everywhere."

Although the stall owner is sitting, he can still tell that he is tall and straight, but there are a few strands of gray hair on his temples, some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and there seems to be a lot of indescribable loneliness hidden in his eyes, but his voice is quite powerful, listening to it It can make people think of a regular script with a strong character.

Luo Fan heartily bowed to him to express his gratitude.Seeing that the lantern riddle guessing venues elsewhere were very lively, but no one was interested in his lantern riddle stand, he couldn't help being surprised: "Is there any difference between your lantern riddles?"

The stall owner smiled: "It's really different. In other places, the store asks the questions and the guests come to guess, but here I let the guests ask the questions and the guests guess."

In this way, Luo Fanxin can understand. Most people are still willing to spend money to guess the questions instead of asking questions. There are too many people and few questions, no wonder the business is not good.Then he took out the money bag from Fu Sheng's arms, and took out an ingot of silver and handed it to the stall owner under the incredulous eyes of the other party, saying: "Please allow the younger generation to come up with a question."

The stall owner continued to shake his cattail fan, and said without emotion when he spoke: "My lord has given too much, and you only need one copper coin for an anagram."

Luo Fanxin: "The junior write a few more words." After speaking, he took a paper lantern and wrote the next four lines.

The stall owner didn't even look at it, and pointed to the bamboo frame, motioning for him to hang the paper lantern on it himself.

Fu Sheng saw that he had finished tossing and still didn't leave, standing under the tree, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked angrily: "Prodigal son, what's so special about this tree?"

Luo Fan smiled lightly: "It's nothing. I really like the dark tree at night. I haven't seen such a big one for a long time. I always want to take a look."

The stall owner glanced at him after hearing this, and said, "It just so happens that there is also a tree in my yard."

Luo Fanxin was pleasantly surprised: "You also like the night tree?"

The voice of the stall owner was neither salty nor weak: "Not to mention, old friends like it, and family members like it too. It's a pity that after a natural disaster, no one is here, only the old man is left, and he dare not die. Let's just endure it like this After planting that tree, I often look at it, as if all the rights are still by my side.”

The topic was suddenly heavy, and the two juniors didn't know how to answer it for a while.

The stall owner saw the package on Fu Sheng's shoulder, and then asked, "Are the two young masters passing by? Our street is lively and the feng shui is good. You can stay for a few more days to have a look."

Fu Sheng nodded hurriedly: "Indeed! Look, my lord, there are mountains in the distance and water nearby, with the mountains behind and the water in front, the wind gathers energy!"

Luo Fanxin put his hand on his chin and nodded: "Well, as expected, even Fu Sheng can tell that Feng Shui must be really good..."

Fu Sheng put his hands on his hips: "Master! Are you despising me by saying this? It's too much!"

Luo Fan smiled heartily, rubbed his hair and replied: "No, no, I don't despise you! Since you like it, let's stay a few more days!" Fu turned to the stall owner and asked, "May I ask how to get to the inn here? ?”

The stall owner was still expressionless, and a cattail fan was shaken "creak": "There is no need to go to the inn. It must be full on a day like today. If the two young masters don't mind, you can stay at my house temporarily. There are several rooms in that big courtyard, and I am alone, and they are empty."

Fu Sheng's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he silently counted the treasures in the purse in his heart, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay! That's great! Thank you, uncle!"

Luo Fan resisted the urge to slap him, seeing the stall owner got up and hurriedly stepped forward to help him: "Thank you so much, how do you call him?"

The stall owner patted him on the back of his hand twice, signaling that he didn't need to help him: "Young master is too polite, I can't afford to be an old man. Come with me first, you two, it's not too late to go out for a stroll after putting down your luggage. Old man The surname is Xu, the son is respectful, just call him Uncle Xu."

Luo Fan's heart was clearly detected with the help just now. Uncle Xu didn't have any internal energy in his body.After dispelling his doubts, he let go of his hand, pulling Fu Sheng to follow.

After the three of them had gone far away, a figure came back here, leaning against the dark tree of that night and staring at it for a long time.

The paper lanterns flicker, and the four characters form a riddle.

dead soul

After staying in Xiaoyaoshui Street for several days, every time Luo Fanxin had the idea of ​​leaving as soon as possible, he would always be caught by various reasons: either Fu Sheng had a stomachache or Uncle Xu needed care for his cold. Miss Qing also tried her best to come and talk to him.After these people were all fine, Zhao Yuan's house in the town was haunted again.

Maybe Douqiao was a little bit popular that day, and everyone in Xiaoyaoshui Street knew that there was a young man named Luo Wuyou who came to the Hewan Courtyard at the east end of the street. , any help!In short, it was hyped up like a hype, and Luo Fanxin himself did not expect that one day he would suddenly become a popular "hero" from a "traitor" spurned by everyone.

After carefully confirming the cause and effect of the matter with the family boy sent by Zhao Yuanwai, he simply tidied up and followed to Zhao's residence.This is not the first time he has come into contact with this kind of incident. It is nothing more than that Zhao Yuanwai has a new love and forgets his old love.

Xiaojiatong expressed it vividly, roughly meaning that the wife of the main house threw herself into the well because of jealousy. Before she died, she secretly cut a lock of concubine's and husband's hair and swallowed it in her stomach. After death, she became a ghost and haunted her. If they don't let go, they won't be able to hide wherever they go.The lady's ghost didn't kill them at all, it just haunted them at night and frightened them with her wet, swollen face.Within a few days, both Zhao Yuanwai and his concubine had dark circles under their eyes, and their faces were bleak. They no longer had the brilliance of the past, let alone any romance.

It was nightfall when Luo Fanxin arrived at Zhao's mansion, Yuanwai Zhao was nestling with his concubine wrapped in a blanket, shivering on a hot day, and asked a group of servants to surround the two of them, His face was full of dejection and sadness.The house boy squeezed in and reported to Zhao Yuanwai, Zhao Yuanwai suddenly heard the voice and was frightened. Seeing that it was the house boy who came back, he seemed to have seen a savior, and asked where the mage was.

Luo Fanxin gave a salute behind the others, and replied lightly: "I'm Luo Fanxin, the words are worry-free."

Zhao Yuanwai immediately pushed aside the group of servants, rushed forward and grabbed Luo Fanxin's arms, weeping bitterly, and almost knelt down for him.The little concubine didn't expect that the sorcerer invited by the family boy was such a handsome and elegant young man, and she habitually wanted to smile coyly, but suddenly remembered that she didn't wear makeup at all today, and her eyes were swollen and black. How can the mage see the appearance?So he immediately raised the silk fan to cover his face, and secretly looked at him a few more times through the half-transparent silk.

Luo Fan didn't say much and went straight to the point, tried the voyeuristic technique, and noticed that the whole Zhao residence was filled with a dark breath, especially the concubine's bedroom was the heaviest.He walked around and found that a well in the mansion had been covered by a thick stone slab. On the slate, there were dozens of yellow paper charms that he had invited from nowhere, and he couldn't recognize what was drawn on it.

Looking back at the house boy who followed all the way, the house boy was touching his nose resentfully, his eyes swept into the air and then back to the ground.Luo Fanxin almost laughed out loud, thinking that the yellow paper charm must have been drawn by a boy randomly found on the street with a magic stick, and it has no effect of suppressing evil at all.

As soon as he entered the door, he noticed that, except for Zhao Yuan and the concubine, everyone else in the mansion was radiant and energetic, and there was no sign of being disturbed by ghosts at all. It seemed that Mrs. Zhao had not violated anyone else. , maybe she treats the servants and maids pretty well on weekdays.

However, ghosts are ghosts after all, and the six realms of reincarnation have their own constraints. There is only one thing in this world that he can pursue regardless of the law of reincarnation, and everything else can only be treated as the same.

He held his chin and thought for a while, and set up a barrier in the concubine's room that he could only enter but not exit, and let Zhao Yuanwai and the concubine live in before dark, and each of them pasted a golden feather talisman on his forehead , After handling it properly, I safely ran to the guest room and waited.

After nightfall, Luo Fanxin was sitting upright on the couch concentrating on his exercise, when suddenly he heard the screams of Zhao Yuanwai and his concubine, scarier than ghosts.He chanted a spell, and when he entered the room, the ghost of Mrs. Zhengfang had been captured by the golden feather talisman, and a solitary golden ball of light was floating in the air, with a small white shadow in the center of the ball. struggling.

With a slight movement of the fingertips, a blue light suddenly lit up and circled the white shadow for a while, but the white shadow gradually calmed down, as if he had fallen asleep.

Zhao Yuanwai was so excited that he was about to cry, he rushed forward to thank him a thousand times, and quickly ordered someone to come up with a thank you gift.Zhao Yuanwai asked the servants to wrap up the thank you gift, but at the same time, he still didn't forget to ask Luo Fanxin to kill this ghost, so that she would not come back to make trouble again in the future.

When he was on Songhe Ridge before, Luo Fan didn't have to worry about money matters at all. He was a person who could be satisfied as long as he was fed and clothed. After he went down the mountain, he always asked Fu Sheng to be in charge of settling accounts and collecting money. Gold or silver or copper coins