Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

Grandma rubbed the top of Yin Ling's head.

"Ling'er, take care."

Yin Ling knelt heavily in front of her grandmother.

"Grandma, Ling'er is unfilial."

"No, no, Ling'er, you have already ascended to become an immortal, how can you kneel before an old woman like me? Get up quickly, get up quickly."

The sound spirit walked towards the immortal.

The Immortal: "Let's go!"

Yin Ling nodded: "Yeah."

In an instant, the two figures disappeared from the spot.

"Goddess, I want to go somewhere."

The sound spirit's voice was calm, and her eyes were dull, revealing what she was thinking.

The immortal glanced at Yin Ling and handed her a piece of jade.

"Go ahead. Crush the jade in three days and I will appear again."

Yin Ling nodded and took the jade.

Beijing.

Yin Ling stood outside the mansion, staring quietly at the gate.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and the afterglow stretches the human shadow very long.

Yin Ling just stood there quietly, looking into the courtyard wall, not knowing what she was thinking.

He is already married.

You should be living a happy life!

Some people around looked at Yin Ling strangely.

The little girl stood there from morning until sunset.

Could something have happened?

The kind-hearted old man walked up and asked worriedly: "Little girl, what's wrong with you? You have been standing here all the time. Did something happen to you?"

Yin Ling's eyes were indifferent and she shook her head gently.

"It's okay, grandpa."

The old man with a bent back looked at the little girl, then followed the girl's line of sight to look at the mansion in the distance.

The old man sighed and said, "The owner of this mansion is also a pitiful man."

Pitiful?

A sneer appeared on Yin Ling's lips.

If you can win the favor of Princess Le'an, you will enjoy endless wealth and glory in the future.

What is there to pity?

Yin Ling withdrew her gaze and was about to leave when she heard the old man shaking his head and sighing.

"How could a talented and handsome man hang himself on his wedding day? Even an old man like me feels sorry for him."

Yin Ling, who was about to turn around, suddenly froze.

She looked at the old man, her eyes tinged with red.

"Old...Grandpa."

"You...what did you just say?"

"What do you mean by a scholar who has won the imperial examination? What do you mean by hanging himself?"

There was disbelief in her voice, as if she was making sure she had heard it wrongly.

There was a flash of surprise in the old man's eyes.

"Little girl, don't you know?"

Yin Ling said in a difficult tone: "What do you mean you don't know?"

The old man replied:

"Old man, I saw you standing here all day, and I thought you also knew the owner of this mansion."

There was a look of pity in the old man's eyes.

He pointed to the somewhat dilapidated and quiet mansion and said:

"Princess Le'an favors the third place winner, so His Majesty has granted the princess and the third place winner a marriage."

"This mansion was given by His Majesty to the third place winner to marry Princess Le'an. Unexpectedly, on the day of their wedding, the third place winner hanged himself in the mansion. Because someone died in the mansion, it is now abandoned."

he died?

Gu Yinzhi is dead?

Didn't he marry the most favored little princess of the dynasty, and would he enjoy endless wealth and glory in his life from then on?

How could he die?

Yin Ling kept shaking her head, as if she couldn't accept the news that Gu Yinzhi was dead.

Tears flowed out as if uncontrollably.

The sound spirit screamed loudly:

"Are you lying to me?"

"You lied to me!"

Looking at the little girl with red and stubborn eyes, the old man said helplessly:

"Almost everyone in the streets knows that the third place winner hanged himself. If you don't believe it, go and ask."

"That day." The old man turned around and pointed at the door of the mansion and said, "A lot of people gathered at the door to watch the excitement. Many people saw the figure of the third place winner being hung on the wooden beam."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned around and the little girl had disappeared from the spot.

"Ok?"

"What about people?"

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Inside the mansion.

Looking at the overgrown house, Yin Ling's pupils suddenly shrank.

She had only been away for half a month, so why had the house become so desolate?

Withered yellow leaves covered the yard, and the lotus pond had dried up, leaving only silt.

Why is this happening?

It shouldn't be like this.

Gu Yinzhi should have a bright future, he...how could he die.

Yin Ling was shaking, unable to accept this fact.

Gu Yinzhi will not die.

She is going to find him.

Three days later.

There was a solitary grave on a barren mountain. The girl lay quietly in front of the grave, motionless and without a sound.

"Yin Ling, we should go now."

The immortal's voice was cold.

Yin Ling clenched the cracked wooden figure in her hand, her eyes empty and desolate.

"Yin Ling, now that you have become an immortal, you must let go of everything in this world."

"Gu Yinzhi was just a calamity for you in the mortal world. It is his good fortune that he can help you become an immortal. In the next life, he will definitely be reborn into a wealthy family, marry and have children, and live a peaceful and smooth life."

"Yin Ling, there is a difference between immortals and mortals. Let it go and stop being stubborn."

The sound spirit in front of the lonely grave didn't even raise an eyelid.

She regretted it.

She didn't want Gu Yinzhi to die.

If she had to sacrifice Gu Yinzhi's life in exchange for her becoming an immortal, she would rather be a carefree little fox on Jiuling Immortal Mountain for the rest of her life.

On the Naihe Bridge.

The old woman Meng Po stirred the big pot, and the green liquid in the pot was bubbling.

Meng Po glanced at the handsome scholar in white in the distance and said to him:

"Scholar, don't wait any longer. One day in the underworld is one year in the human world. You have been waiting in the underworld for almost a month, while more than three hundred years have passed in the human world. The person you are waiting for has long died."

Meng Po slowly made the soup, her voice slightly sarcastic:

"Haha, even if the person you were waiting for lived a hundred years, she would have died of old age on the tenth day after you entered the underworld. She would have become a white-haired old woman, but you just didn't recognize her."

"Calculate the time. The person you are waiting for has already been reincarnated three times. Why are you still waiting for her?"

Hearing Meng Po's words, the scholar in white was somewhat moved.

Meng Po urged, "You are such an eyesore. Drink my soup now and go and reincarnate!"

The scholar in white had a slight tremor in his eyes and spoke in a gentle voice.

"I wouldn't fail to recognize her."

"If I drink Meng Po soup, I will forget everything about her. I can't drink it. I have to wait for her."

Meng Po was choked by the words of the scholar in white and was speechless.

Her sarcastic remarks were just to get the scholar in white to drink Meng Po soup quickly so that he could be reincarnated sooner.

The scholar in white has been standing beside the Naihe Bridge for a month, and the negative energy under the bridge is eroding his soul all the time.

As a ghost messenger, she has magic skills and is naturally not afraid of the erosion of negative energy.

The scholar in white is just an ordinary mortal. When he dies, he will be nothing more than an ordinary soul. If he continues to wait, the soul of the scholar in white will probably be scattered and disappear in this world.

Hey~

There really are such infatuated people in this world.

Meng Po sighed and continued to make the soup.

Another month passed.

The soul of the scholar in white had begun to become transparent and was about to dissipate.

Meng Po took a look and then looked away.

She continued to boil the soup in the pot. She no longer wanted to persuade the scholar in white clothes. It was useless.

This is all fate.

She stirred the Meng Po soup in the pot when a woman's voice came to her ears.

"Gu Mutou."

"I finally found you."

The story (end).