[Seven Five] Sword Que Merry

The soft touch of his lips passed over his face in an instant, and Zhan Zhao stepped back in shock as if shocked, his eyes were full of astonishment as he looked at her, but the roots of his ears burned involuntarily.

"It's ready now." Nian Yi didn't feel anything at all, and stretched out his hand to hold him, and raised his other hand, a ball of will-o'-the-wisp ignited in the palm of his hand.

"follow me."

Holding her hand, she pushed the door and walked out.

Zhan Zhao looked out from the door, and saw that it was still daylight when he came in, and the bright inn seemed to be covered with a layer of gray gauze at this moment, giving him a gloomy look.A lantern overhead flickered in the wind, flickering on and off.

Nian Yi lit the fire in one hand, and led him carefully downstairs.

"Now you can't see the living, and the living can't see you. Remember to hold my hand and never let go."

There was no one in the inn, Zhan Zhao looked around, and when he stepped onto the main street, he was really surprised.

In the dark Taiyuan city market, there were no people coming and going. The dark red candles were arranged in a row, but there was no shadow on the ground.The ghosts walking around have different shapes, some are horses or dogs, some are people or monsters, there are giants more than twice the height of ordinary people, with hands and feet burning with flames, and some are as thin as sticks, with necks like golden needles Such a small old man.

"Are these people?" Nian explained to him as he walked, "In fact, ghosts are everywhere, but they don't exist during the day, and there aren't as many as there are now. It's just because today is Qingming, and the gates of ghosts are wide open. Shut up, the ghost with the stick doesn't care about anything, otherwise I wouldn't dare to bring you here."

What he saw today was really rare in his life. He watched it quietly for a long time before he got used to it.

A snake-like thing flashed before her eyes, and Zhan Zhao asked her casually, "Are all these ghosts transformed after people die?"

"Not necessarily." Nian turned his head, gestured to a cat that was affectionately rubbing against his shoe under his feet, and said with a light smile, "All creatures in the world may turn into ghosts after death... This is a cat spirit."

After finishing speaking, she pointed to the huge monster before, "This big man is a ghost with no face. It is very similar to a ghost without a head. Every day when he wakes up, he will look for his face everywhere. It is said that he embezzled other people's property during his lifetime. , After going to hell, it will become like this.”

While talking, a kitten came out of nowhere and jumped onto his shoulder to sit.Nian Yi couldn't help laughing: "Brother Zhan really likes cats."

Hearing this, he tilted his head to tease the cat, smiled and said nothing.

"By the way." Hearing her introduction, Zhan Zhao suddenly asked, "What about you? What the hell are you?"

"Me? I never did evil in my life." Nian nodded and pointed to the hungry ghosts suffering from the fire, "If you don't do evil, you are just ordinary wild ghosts."

It’s rare to meet Ching Ming Festival, but in this kind of big town, it’s always full of ghosts on this day. There was a tall, thin ghost pushing a cart full of paper money and ran towards him. He separated, but fortunately Nian quickly grabbed Zhan Zhao with a quick hand.

"No, it's not safe to hold it like this, let's do it like this..."

She passed her fingers through the gap between him and interlocked tightly.

Nian Yi raised his head and smiled at him, "That's all right."

On the outskirts of Taiyuan City, at the Linfen River, paper money was burned in a brazier on the bank, and the ashes and air flow slowly rose upward.Bai Yutang sat facing the river, raised his head and took a sip of wine, adding a handful of paper money to the brazier from time to time.

Although it is Qingming now, the weather is quite clear, although it is gloomy but there is no rain, he picked up the wine jar to see the surging river water.

"Master..."

He casually took a jar of unopened old wine, and murmured, "It's been a few years in a blink of an eye. You are always underground, and I don't know how you are doing. Have you practiced your kung fu well?"

Bai Yutang turned the wine jar horizontally, and the wine flowed out from the jar, splashing on the green grass.

"Apprentice, I have probably caught up with you by now..."

"Old man, it's a pity you can't see it."

As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed softly, picked up the wine jar, and was about to drink when a picture suddenly flashed in his mind.

On the back mountain where he practiced martial arts when he was young, there are green bamboos lingering, birds singing and flowers fragrant.

Holding a wooden sword in his hand, he ran around the yard chasing chickens and dogs, but he didn't pay attention to his feet and fell to the ground.

It hurts.

My face is bleeding from the fall, I'm afraid it doesn't look good...

"Yutang."

In his memory, an extremely gentle person walked up to him, bent down, and wiped his wound with an embroidered handkerchief.

"Silly boy, watch and run."

There is the fragrance of orchids in his arms, the man looks young and beautiful, he looks... looks like... read one?

Bai Yutang didn't swallow the drink, he lowered his head and coughed violently, almost coughing to death.

"How is it possible? How could Nian Yi...look so much like my wife?" He finally recovered his breath and frowned in disbelief, "Could it be her daughter?"

After thinking about it, he shook his head again, "It shouldn't be, Master only has a son, and I haven't heard of a daughter. Could it be..." Bai Yutang stood up straight as if he knew something important.

"Could it be that my teacher's wife did something wrong to him?!"

After pondering over it, he frowned more and more, then raised his eyes to look at the vast river, and whispered in a melancholy voice:

"Master, you are really... hey..."

At the same time, on Taiyuan West Street.

Finding an empty seat by the flower table, Nian Yi sat down with an oiled paper bag containing green balls and tea eggs, looked at Zhan Zhao and said guiltily:

"Going out in a hurry, I forgot to tell you to have breakfast before leaving... You can't eat anything here, so you can only make do with it."

Zhan Zhao smiled: "It's okay, I'm not hungry either."

"Eat something even if you're not hungry." She lowered her head and turned out the tea eggs. Since the two of them were holding hands, it would be troublesome to peel the eggs with only one hand, so in the end they simply peeled them together.

"Okay." She brought the tea egg to his mouth, Zhan Zhao avoided it in embarrassment, just reached out to take it, and ate it slowly.

"Thank you."

There are ghosts passing by from time to time, or one or two who think she looks familiar will always stop to say hello.

"Isn't this Nian Yi?" The old woman carrying the basket nodded to her.

Nian Yi hurriedly returned the gift with a smile: "Yin Po."

"Why don't you see Master Shi?"

"He's busy and doesn't know where he is."

"Oh."

After leaving, another clever kid came.

"Miss Shi." It held a large handful of paper money made of gold leaf paper, and presented it respectfully, "This is my tribute to Master Shi."

"Okay..." She had no choice but to take it, but because it was too much to hold, she finally burned it on the spot.

Seeing that there are quite a few people here to show their courtesy, Zhan Zhao lit the fire for her and asked aloud:

"Your brother is very prestigious among ghosts?"

Hearing this, Nian shook his head and laughed, threw the paper money into the fire, then raised his eyebrows slightly and asked him, "Have you heard of local snakes?"

Zhan Zhao was taken aback for a moment, "I've heard of it."

"Then he is."

At this time, Shi Yin, who was far away in the land of Yin Division, shuddered for no reason, tilted his head and sneezed.

"Strange..." He crossed his arms and rubbed them twice, "I haven't sneezed for many years."

After the paper money was burned, the two of them sat on the spot and ate Qingtuan. There were a lot of cold food during the Ching Ming Festival, and this was the only way to fill their stomachs.

After drinking the water, Zhan Zhao silently looked at the bustling ghosts in front of him, and suddenly said:

"Read one."

"Huh?" She tilted her head.

He asked, "What will be the retribution for killing someone?"

"Will... go to hell?" Nian Yi lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "I remember that there is a layer in hell called a volcano, where people who have killed indiscriminately during their lifetime will be put into it, and the fire will burn them but they will not die. years to complete the sentence."

Zhan Zhao's expression darkened.

Vaguely aware of the change in his expression, Nian Yi hurriedly said: "You, you are different. All you killed were heinous people, and you did a good deed. Sen Luodian would not be so unreasonable." Guess, but after all, I don't want him to think about it.

"It's okay, I'll just ask casually." Seeing her panicked, Zhan Zhao couldn't help but smile, "Besides, it's still early, I shouldn't be so short-lived."

At this moment, Nian began to regret that he shouldn't have said so much about the afterlife in front of him, he just wanted to live well while he was alive, why bother to think so much, otherwise it would be so tiring...

Feeling more and more stupid, Nian Yi secretly sighed, and simply stopped talking.

A piece of oil-wrapped youth ball was eaten without knowing it, and it seemed that someone was lighting a bonfire near the competition field.

She got up and looked around, "Let's go, let's look elsewhere."

"it is good."

Zhan Zhao stood up as he said.

Turning around inadvertently, Nian caught a glimpse of some debris on the corner of his mouth, before thinking too much, he took a handkerchief and went over to wipe it off gently for him.

The corners of his lips seemed to be prettier than others, and there was always a slight curvature. He stared blankly for a while, only to hear someone coughing lightly on the top of his head.

When they were looking up, their eyes met.

The atmosphere around suddenly became very stiff.

Zhan Zhao was silent and didn't know how to speak, Nian Yi looked at him awkwardly for a while, then looked away.

There was the noise of ghosts and ghosts in the distance, but there was no sound here.

They rushed up to the sky, and the heat from the raging fire could be felt even standing here.Nian Yi finally found a topic to diverge from.

"Over there...someone is dancing, do you want to go and have a look?"

He also nodded unnaturally: "Okay."

During the Ghost Festival, burning paper money and paper bundles is considered to be the most important event. Rich people buy it for themselves and burn it. Those without money see that there are few others, so they join in the fun. Maybe one or two rich people can get a few taels Stack money.

When it came to the arena, the big fire in the middle was full of paper money, and the big ghosts and little ghosts standing nearby threw things in their hands into it, and some even danced around the fire.

"Nianyi!" A few familiar people greeted her, "Come dance."

She just smiled lightly, then went to Zhan Zhao again, "Can you dance?"

Hearing this, he shook his head and said truthfully, "No."

"Then don't dance."

"You're not going?"

Nian shook the arms they held together, "I'm still holding yours, so I won't go."

Surrounded by the black ashes of burned paper money, the huge flames illuminated everything like daytime.Zhan Zhao quietly looked at the elated goblin in front of him, and heard the cries and words he couldn't understand, as if in a dream...

The crowd was bustling, and Nian Yi was watching them dance with a smile, and the yellow paper was flying all over the sky. Suddenly, a very strange face appeared out of the countless faces. .

"What are you looking for?"

Seeing her acting strangely, Zhan Zhao followed her gaze to look around.

"It's the embroidered girl." Nian Yi didn't have time to explain to him, and ran forward through the crowd.