[Seven Five] Sword Que Merry

In the evening, the night breeze blows.

There is a dim and warm light in the room, and the aroma of wine and vegetables is intoxicating.

Bai Yutang had just taken a sip when Ming Yang's words choked him so much that he almost fainted...

"Wh, what... Teacher Niang and Nian Yi are distant relatives?"

Ming Yang smiled slightly, and picked up some food with chopsticks for Nian Yi, "It's not far away, she can't exaggerate calling grandma."

"It's awkward to call grandma." Nian Yi just lowered his eyes and ate the food, "I'll call you Madam, okay?"

"It's all good." Ming Yang nodded repeatedly, "If you like it, you can call it whatever you want."

Calculated that he is still ten years older than her, if she is really a grandmother, then her generation will be messed up.

Lian Qiao took a few mouthfuls of the rice bowl, then suddenly remembered something, leaned into Bai Yutang's ear and said:

"If it's true what your wife said, isn't Nian Yi your sister's sister?"

He didn't take it seriously: "So what?"

Lianqiao looked optimistic: "Then Nianyi is your aunt. Since she is married to Brother Zhan, it stands to reason that you should honor Brother Zhan as 'uncle'."

As soon as the words fell, the two had a tacit understanding and were choked by the drink at the same time.

Bai Yutang was already coughing up tuberculosis at this time, pointing at Zhan Zhao and looking at her with a horrified expression: "What are you talking about? Asking me to call him... calling him... there is no way!"

"Aren't I telling the truth, why are you so nervous?" Lian Qiao covered her mouth with a gleeful smile, and quickly put a piece of chicken wing into his bowl, "Come here, eat chicken, eat chicken."

Hearing them playing charades like this, Ming Yang was naturally puzzled, looked in the direction of Bai Yutang, and asked curiously: "What are you talking about?... What kind of door?"

All four of them paused, and Lian Qiao immediately came to her senses and said with a flash of inspiration: "He said the door...the door was not closed properly!"

"Yes, yes, yes." Bai Yutang echoed repeatedly, "The door isn't closed properly... Read aloud, go and close the door."

"Oh." She put down her chopsticks and was about to stand up, but Zhan Zhao gently held her, and said with a faint smile, "Let me do it."

Nian Yi stared at his face, watched him get up and walk to the door without turning his eyes, and then lowered his head to close the door, so concentrated that he seemed to be able to hear his slight breathing.

"What's the matter?" When sitting down, seeing that she was still staring at him in a daze, Zhan Zhao couldn't help putting some vegetables into her bowl amusedly, and said softly, "Hurry up and eat the vegetables while they're hot, it won't be good if they get cold." have eaten."

"Hmm..." Nian Yi looked away, picked up the bowl, and obediently ate the bamboo shoots he picked up bit by bit.

I don't know how long such a leisurely time can last. She hopes to remember his appearance in her heart before reincarnation, and maybe she can still have an impression in the next life...

After dinner, Bai Yutang obviously didn't want to finish, so he grabbed Zhan Zhao and continued drinking.

"Are you still drinking?" Lian Qiao shook the empty jug, frowned, "This is the third jar."

The latter was a little drunk, and said with a sneer, "What are the three altars? At the foot of Panyun Mountain, I drank ten altars overnight and nothing happened."

Panyun Mountain is where her Taoist temple is located. Hearing this, Lianqiao couldn't help blushing and pushed the wine pot.

"Then I don't care about you."

After Ming Yang cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, he cooked two dishes of appetizers for the two of them, came in and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if the man drinks some wine, I still have some nuts in my room, do you even want the girl to eat?"

"Okay!" She clapped her hands immediately and stood up, "Do you have melon seeds? My mouth is itchy recently, and I just want to nibble some..."

"Yes." Ming Yang took her by the hand, and turned to call Nian Yi again, "Are you coming too?"

She hesitated for a moment, then declined with a smile: "I won't go."

Lianqiao likes to be lively, so she also wants to follow her, "Why don't you go? You don't like eating melon seeds? Then we can have something else."

"No." Nianyi shook his head, "I'm not in good spirits, I want to go to rest first."

"Huh?" She glanced at the clepsydra, and it was only then, "Sleep so early?"

Hearing this, Zhan Zhao also turned around, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll accompany you back to your room."

"No, you play with yourself." Nianyi put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a light smile, "I'm just very sleepy, it's nothing serious."

He still worried about getting up, but Bai Yutang who was opposite was sipping his drink and joking.

"You two are tired of being together all day long, don't you feel bored? Going back to sleep in such a hurry..."

Once a person drank wine, he always spoke so freely, Zhan Zhao's ears were slightly red, he clenched his fist and coughed lightly under his lips.

"Don't be so nervous, I'm fine." Nian Yi pressed him to sit down, "Remember to drink less."

Thinking that the house is not big and the guest rooms are close, there should be nothing wrong, Zhan Zhao just said: "Well... then call me if you have anything to do."

"know."

Tonight the night wind is very strong, the clouds are overcast, and even the crescent moon is also a faint color.

As soon as Nian pushed open the door, there was no candle light in the room, and it felt deserted when walking in.

She picked up the fire folder from the table, hesitated for a moment, then put it back, slowly sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the darkness in front of her in a trance.

Should I tell him about the reincarnation?

Let Shi Yin erase his memories of the past few years...

On second thought, I felt cruel again.

It's not that she hasn't tasted that kind of feeling, she always feels that she should remember something, but she can never remember it, searching and searching, hesitating.

Sure enough, in this world, the person she least wants to hurt is him...

The hem of the clothes was pulled tightly by the fingertips, with the nails almost embedded in the flesh.

At this moment, a gust of wind swept into the room, her eyelids involuntarily began to sink, and the drowsiness overwhelmed her.Nian Yi closed his eyes, fell forward slowly, his head was about to hit the cabinet, when a human figure stepped out from the white smoke around the ground, and gently hugged her in his arms.

The snow-white robe seemed to be as cold as his whole body, and as cold as hers. They all had the breath of death, just like what he firmly believed a long time ago.

They are the two of them.

Shiyin lay back on the bed with Nianyi in his arms, pulled the quilt over the quilt except for the robe and shoes and socks, and covered it carefully.

He performed a series of movements very skillfully, without any hesitation or hesitation.

This has been the case every night for 50 years.

He watched her depressed, watched her happy, and watched her sad.

In fact, I should be content with being together for so long, but he is a greedy ghost after all.

Shi Yin leaned against the bed, leaning against the wall, and looked out of the window with a gentle expression.

In the dark night, the dark fragrance of flowers blooms silently.

He quietly thought, read, and recalled the passing bits and pieces of the past.

"Nian Yi, do you hate me?

In fact, I knew these truths a long time ago, but I didn't tell you. "

Knowing that once you tell her, she will re-enter reincarnation.

He has greed and selfish desires, and it is precisely because of this that she has been imprisoned countless times and her body is covered with bruises.

"Up to now, I don't dare to tell you personally. Presumably if I say it, you will hate me for the rest of your life." Speaking of this, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "I still...don't blame you for hating me."

Beside her ear was her subtle breathing, so subtle that it was about to disappear, and the moment of reincarnation was not far away.

Shiyin closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then spread her palm over her forehead.

"Originally, I planned to wait for you to find the true reincarnation, and then I would use this to become a human being and stay with you for the rest of my life."

Touching her cold eyebrows with fingertips, Shi Yin said in a low voice:

"Now that you have something to rely on, I don't think I can use it anymore."

His plan was perfect. He could find her in the vast crowd, take care of her, protect her, and be together without saying that he liked her.

However, there are always so many unpredictable futures in the world.

Shi Yin looked into her sleepy eyes and said with a smile: "On the wedding day, my elder brother didn't give me any decent presents. If you don't mind, then accept it..."

He leaned over and kissed her lips softly, the softness without temperature touched the heart, and the cold passed through the dead body to the lungs.

The ghost power hidden in her body flowed into her mouth continuously.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, but his eyes were hot and humid, the past flooded him like a bursting embankment in an instant.

In the long river of time, it was so far away that he couldn't remember which year, which generation, or where he was. He vaguely remembered that it was a spring, and the apricot blossoms all over the mountains were blooming in clouds and mist.

He was sitting on the grave, leaning on the stone tablet whose inscription had long been blurred, caressing a small flower lazily.

Not far away, a group of people passed by.

In the spring, he saw someone stop, with a childish voice full of curiosity:

"Mom, what's that?"

The woman took her hand and said softly, "That's a deserted tomb."

"What is a barren mound?"

"It is a tomb where no one knows its origin."

The female doll bit her finger: "Isn't there anyone worshiping him?"

"Of course not." The woman stroked her head, "So, he is very poor."

Hearing this, he sneered, threw his hands behind his head, and dismissed it in his heart: Who wants you to be pitiful.

Suddenly there was a sound of small footsteps in his ears, and before he could turn his head, a plate of white flour steamed buns was gently placed in front of the grave by those little hands.The bright flowers reflected her smiling face, and the sun was shining all over her body. Her dazzling starry eyes are still fresh in my memory.

"Mr. Aratsuka, this is my breakfast." She put her hands together and bowed reverently, "May you reach bliss early."

Shi Yin propped his chin and looked down at her from the top of the stone tablet, snorting secretly.

To put it bluntly, this little girl just doesn't want to have breakfast...

At this moment, she also raised her head, meeting his eyes, her own image seemed to be reflected in her dark eyes.

The wind blows from behind, and the sky is full of apricot blossoms like snow.

The girl stretched out her hand towards him, getting closer and closer, and when he was stunned and stunned, she picked a blooming white flower on the grave.

Shi Yin was slightly taken aback, then shook his head amusedly.

At that moment just now, she almost forgot that she was a ghost, how could she see him.

The woman called out from a distance: "Nian Yi, it's time to go."

The chariots and horses were waiting for her alone, and the girl took the flowers and quickly responded, "Come on!"

When she turned around, a jade pendant slipped from her waist and fell silently into the grass.Shi Yin caught a glimpse of it inadvertently, quickly picked it up, patted off the dirt on it, and nodded to stop her: "Hey..."

But the team of chariots and horses had already set off to move forward, and the short and small figure could no longer be found in the crowd.

He played with it casually and thought to himself: Even if I make a sound, she won't be able to hear it...

Shi Yin raised his eyebrows, and put the jade pendant into his sleeve indifferently, taking it as a free pick.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, thousands of years, dynasties change.

I don't know how long it has passed, but on this day, he was still sleeping on his grave when he heard a voice somewhere.

"Father, there is an abandoned grave here."

It wasn't a very special tone, but he woke up unconsciously.

The sky was gloomy, as if it was going to rain.He poked his head out from behind the stele, and there was someone squatting in front of him, as if he was trying hard to read the writing on the stele.

"Ninny, don't disturb the people under the grave." The man patted the little girl's shoulder with one hand and said solemnly, "This is disrespect to the dead."

The girl hastily withdrew her hand, and replied timidly, "Oh."

Shi Yin yawned, and looked at him coldly with his elbows propped: "Pedantic."

She couldn't touch it, so she had to look at it.

"Daddy, why isn't his name on the tombstone?"

"Since it is a barren tomb, how did it get its name, and the mass grave, who would know his last name?"

"Isn't that pitiful?"

"It's you little girl again." Shi Yin didn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed, and cursed secretly, "Speaking as if I'm really pitiful."

The man didn't take it seriously: "He is not pitiful, what does it have to do with you."

Shi Yin narrowed her eyes and grinned at him, then raised her fist and hit him on the head—of course it couldn't be hit.

"But if I die in the future and no one pays attention to me like this, I must be very lonely." The little girl kicked the stones on the ground with her hands behind her back.

The man turned his head to look at her, remained silent for a moment, raised his head and looked around, then pulled out a few fresh branches from the grass, and weaved them flexibly on his hands.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" She stood on tiptoe to peek, but the man turned his back, and didn't hand it to her until the thing in his hand was knitted.

"Take it."

A lifelike straw butterfly lay in her palm, the little girl's eyes suddenly lit up and she smiled.

"Then I'll give it to him!"

The man's expression eased, and he smiled slowly: "Yes."

"With this, you won't be afraid that no one will accompany you in the future!" She said to herself.

Shi Yin watched her small body squatting down in front of the weedy stele without saying a word, and couldn't help but reach out and stroke her hair lightly.

It's a pity that he can't touch it...

"Ninny, it's time to go."

"Oh."

Maybe, there will be a chance in the future?

People always turn into ghosts, he thought.

Since then, for no reason, he began to think about the little girl who passed by his grave in two reincarnations.Sitting on the tombstone every day, looking at the occasional passerby, I am bored.

Will you still come...

why don't you come...

Shouldn't you forget me...

After waiting for a hundred years, he realized that to her, he was just a passerby.

She won't even know who he is...

His life, his appearance...

So, one day after a hundred years, he also left this cemetery. In order to prolong his life, he fought and robbed in the ghost world, doing all kinds of evil.

He had to make himself stronger so that he would not have to sleep on the wild grave all the time.

So, day after day, year after year.

When he finally cultivated and became the evil ghost that everyone talked about, it was unknown how many dynasties and years had passed in the human world.

Time flies, when Yin returned to his grave, the surrounding area had long been barren, and his tombstone fell horizontally on the ground, broken in two.

"...This lightning struck hard enough."

The wide and long robe was dragged on the ground and moved against the wind. He clicked his tongue in disgust. Anyway, no one worshiped him, so it would not be surprising if his grave was dug up some day.

But now he can survive without those incense, this grave is dispensable.

Just as he was flipping through the weathered stone tablet, a human voice suddenly came from under the mountain path, gradually approaching.

"Si Yi."

The apricot blossoms are still in full bloom, and the girl's smile is bright and eye-catching in the beautiful spring.

When she turned her head and looked over, it seemed that even his dilapidated tomb became brighter and colorful.

"Look here there is an earth temple."

The young master who followed behind shook his head and sighed with a smile: "Silly girl, that is a wild grave."

When she approached, she also smiled mischievously after taking a closer look: "It really is."

"Look at this tombstone... It's been thousands of years at least, it's all like this." The young man put away his folding fan and stretched out his hand to pull her.

"Let's go, it's nothing interesting."

"It's a grave after all." The man smiled, "It's so pitiful to sleep here alone like this, should someone weed it?"

"Farewell, it's very unlucky." The young master was not very happy, "Besides, the owner of the tomb has nothing to do with us."

"Wouldn't we be a grave bag when we die?" The girl insisted, "Are you happy for your own grave to be like this?"

He hastily covered her mouth: "Bah, bah, bah... talking nonsense again."

"I'm not talking nonsense." The girl took off his hand with a smile, "Can you help me?"

Although he was helpless, there was nothing he could do: "Alright...it's up to you."

The wildly growing weeds were pulled out one by one, and the broken tombstones stood on the ground again. When the setting sun shone, the shadow was also pulled very long.

Shi Yin caressed the stele, and saw the figure in the distance drifting away.

This farewell, when we meet again, things are different.

The situation in the imperial court was changing, blood flowed in rivers in the capital, homes were ransacked, distributions were made, the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, and they suffered a lot...

On the day he got the news, he rushed to the Fenshui Plateau to save the soul possessed by resentment in the flying snow.

She's dead, there's nothing she can do.

Underworld, ghost realm of the underworld.

Holding the medicine bowl in his hand, he asked softly, "What's your name?"

"My name is..." After a long silence, she shook her head, "I don't want to use my real name."

"Then call it Nian Yi."

He smiled and said, "It's all about you anyway."

……

The tears in her eyes fell on her face, slid down her cheeks to her ears, and finally disappeared into her temples.

Shi Yin raised her head, wiped away her tears with her sleeves, and said with a faint smile:

"Live your life well with him."

"Read one."

My thought one...

When I woke up, the birds were singing and chirping outside. I forgot to put down the curtains last night, and the sunlight shone directly on my eyes, which was dazzling and painful.

Before thinking about it, I raised my hand to cover it.

The warmth of the sun, soft and soft, is a long-lost feeling.

The heat from her fingers warmed her eyes through her eyelids. Sleepily, she reached out to touch the tip of her nose, then her earlobe, and then woke up suddenly.

what happened……

Her body is actually hot?

Nian Yi hurriedly got out of bed and walked to the window, under the sunlight, blood was clearly flowing on his wrist.

This body is alive? !

She patted her cheeks trying to clear herself up, but she couldn't remember what happened last night anyway.

Like a dream, but not like a dream.

A thought suddenly popped up in her mind, her arms trembled slightly, she put on her robe and ran out the door.

At this moment, Shi Yin was still standing inside the house, watching her calmly stumbling to find Zhan Zhao, spreading her arms to show him, and then anxiously inquiring about her whereabouts.

Hearing the movement, Lianqiao and Bai Yutang also pushed the door out.

There seemed to be tears in her eyes.

——"Have you seen Shi Yin?"

- "I have something very urgent!"

—— "Please, help me find him!"

Far and near, the shouts of the word "Shiyin" echoed in the mountains and forests one after another.

He smiled by the window, and there was bitterness in his smile.

Silly girl, you are all human now.

How can people see ghosts...

Facing the rising sun, he closed his eyes and bathed in the sun, but what he could feel was still so cold.

1000 years.

He is also tired.

Carrying so many memories, both sad and joyful, it is inevitable to feel tired when recalling them one by one.

It's time to let go.

He threw off his white robe and caught a glimpse of the bamboo basket full of straw woven butterflies out of the corner of his eye. He was surprised for a moment, then reached out to take one, and looked at it carefully under the sun.

The turquoise branches and leaves are the color of spring, full of vitality.

He put it close to his body, closest to his heart, and walked into the darkness.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

The sleeve was suddenly caught by something, Shi Yin turned his head, and the two little ghosts, one left and one right, looked up at him eagerly.

Er Xiaogui grabbed his robe, choked up and said, "Boss, where are you going..."

He smiled lightly and said, "Go to reincarnation."

"Boss, don't go..." The three little ghosts threw themselves into his arms, crying loudly.

"As soon as Nian leaves, you leave too, so what about us... what shall we do!"

For a hundred years, the two of them have followed him inseparably. If he is gone now, how will they survive in the future.

Shi Yin stretched out his hand to cover the top of the two little ghosts, and said calmly:

"I will always leave one day, you have to learn to live by yourself."

"No, I don't want to live by myself!" The three little ghosts couldn't help wiping away tears, "We have always followed the boss..."

Er Xiaogui shook his head desperately, "Boss, take us away too!"

"Boss..."

He hesitated for a moment, "You... really want to come with me?"

The two little ghosts hugged his legs, weeping uncontrollably.

"Six paths of reincarnation, creatures from the three realms, reincarnated, whether they become adults, monsters or animals, there is no definite number, are you not afraid?"

The second kid raised his face, his face was full of tears, "Wherever the boss is going, we will go there!"

"Hmm!" The three little ghosts pressed their lips tightly and nodded vigorously, "Mmm!"

"That's good." Shiyin smiled, "Let's go together."

……

On the banks of the Wangchuan River, the flowing river is surrounded by hazy white mist, slowly floating on the water surface, at first glance, it looks like a fairyland.

The ancient Naihe bridge stands in the center, and it creaks as it walks under its feet.

When he stopped, Granny Meng calmly handed over a bowl of cold soup, colorless and tasteless.

She said lightly: "I have prepared this bowl of soup for you for 1000 years."

"Oh?" Shi Yin took the soup bowl, raised his eyebrows and joked, "Don't be sour."

He brought it to his lips, then paused again for no reason, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"If it doesn't taste good, I won't buy it."

"Whether it's good or not, you'll know when you taste it."

Shi Yin's throat was slightly astringent, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The chill came in from his limbs and bones, so cold that he couldn't help shivering.

"It's hard to drink."

Wiping the soup on his lips, he casually threw the bowl back.

Po Meng bent down and put the empty bowl on the water of Wangchuan, and said calmly:

"My heart is bitter, but this soup is bitter after I drink it."

Shiyin didn't answer, just shrugged and smiled lazily, and walked forward.

At the end of the lonely bridge, Po Meng looked indifferently at the misty ancient bridge, and those who walked to the middle of the bridge raised their hands and waved lightly behind them.

In his life, he never regretted what he had done.

It's just that there is a little regret...

The author has something to say: Spring is fading,

Apricot pears are like snow,

This life is worth a lifetime.

Ren Yucup shattered,

The moon is on the west mountain.

Zeng Yi Qingyun chasing dreams,

The tea and wine are cold and the clothes are wet with dew.

Sighing in vain, the six ways of hell,

Chang'an in the afterlife.

moon.

Falling red to night,

See the floating life and the sad autumn,

There is no reason to talk.

Sighing that Huangliang finally wakes up,

The lights are still on.

Emotional and worrying,

When I think about it, there are thousands of rivers and mountains.

At the end of the day, blue butterflies follow the wind,

Blow to the south.

It has been a long time since I wrote this flute on Phoenix Stage, and I finally had the opportunity to present it to Lao Shiyin.

Amway's song "The Man in the Mirror"

Listen to this chapter while coding, welcome to find abuse together.

The next chapter ends.

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