Ghost Moon Talk

The direction drifted past.

The group of wild ghosts left behind by him murmured for a while, and then quietly changed direction. The whole army turned a thirty-degree turn, apparently drifting away from that guy.

***

The distance between Shen Li and the other party was not far, but within a moment, they floated to a position less than 20 meters away.

The closer he got, the more he felt that this guy was really ghostly.

— but not uncomfortable....

Shen Li realized this problem belatedly, and immediately became a little more confused.

Yin Qi is strong but not evil - he has been in this business for so long, but he has only seen it on Wu Chang's body.

He was puzzled in his heart, so he patted his mouth a little too late to speak, and then saw the black-clothed ghost who had been quiet all this time suddenly clasped his fists and made a bow to him.

"Long time no see, is Uncle Bai still okay?"

Shen Li: ...

——Is he admitting the wrong person?

The other party didn't care about his silence, but continued with the gesture of clasping his fists, "Thanks to Uncle Bai's approval that day, my nephew married Mrs. Xu the day before yesterday, and now the husband and wife are harmonious and their love is safe."

After finishing speaking, it was another long bow to the end.

Shen Li vaguely guessed who that "Mr. Xu" was, and swallowed the manuscript he had just typed up, so he didn't dare to speak easily.

The junior who claimed to be his nephew saluted him, shook his sleeves Shi Shiran, and the iron chain made a "cracking" sound, which seemed extraordinarily far away in this empty wilderness.

Then he spoke slowly again.

"...Although my nephew intends to invite Uncle Bai into the house to have a talk with the elders, but the spirit of my uncle has not returned, so I shouldn't be wandering in this nowhere."

"It's better to let my nephew give Uncle Bai a ride—so as not to be blamed by Shi Wuchai, even if my nephew has eight legs, he can't escape his superb soul-locking shackles."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind swept Shen Li high off the ground and flew in the opposite direction from where he came from.

Before Shen Li had time to look back, he fell to the ground, and the surrounding scene became a bustling market, not the desolation it was before.

***

Shen Li frowned and looked around, then went to find a shop not far away to find out where it was.

"Jingle Bell--"

Another crisp bell rang.

Shen Li was in a daze involuntarily, his figure paused, and then he floated towards the direction of the ringtone.

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Sixth Night·Wind Chimes

In the city of Lidu, there is a wood osmanthus workshop.

Little Rose is tiptoeing to put a pot of golden thread flowers on the counter.

The branches and leaves of the golden thread flower hooked the small silver bead hanging in the middle of the wind chime, making the wind chime ring "jingle jingle jingle", very noisy.

The ghosts passing by the store were all attracted by the messy ringtones. One could see that Little Rose was trying to put a pot of flowers that were more than three feet high on the two-foot-high counter with her small body that was still less than one foot on tiptoe. Let it go, and immediately laughed happily.

Little Rose immediately became unhappy.

——The flower demon also has dignity!

So she immediately put the big golden thread flower aside, crossed her waist and shouted angrily, "You, what are you laughing at!"

The laughter paused, and Little Rose proudly raised her head.

The next moment, more and louder laughter than before echoed in the street.

Little Rose blushed, waved her little wings and flew into the shop, never to show up again.

***

Shen Li had just followed the ringtone halfway, when the sound disappeared.

So he stopped, and stood on the street again, frowning and worrying.

***

Mu Gui opened the curtain and walked out.

The little helper I hired lost her temper and refused to buy the goods, so she had to do it herself.

She bent down and put the pot of golden thread flowers on the counter easily,

The branches hooked the wind chimes and made a crisp sound.

She stretched out her hand, hooked up the long vertical line, reached out and took off the wind chime, intending to put it into the room.

A boy's voice came from behind.

"Excuse me—that wind chime... can I have a look at it?"

***

The boy was Shen Li.

Just when he was distressed, the bell rang again briefly, as if it was not far away.

So he looked around and saw a woman in sandalwood clothes reaching out to take down a wind chime in front of the store, as if she wanted to take it somewhere else.

He was anxious, and asked without thinking.

— completely disregarding the fact that he has no money in his pocket.

***

Mu Gui was stopped by his call.

She looked back, her pupils narrowed slightly, and the shock and joy in her heart suddenly overflowed.

——How many years have passed... to be able to see him again...in Lidu City...

She was overwhelmed with surprise, and subconsciously took a few more glances at the other party's expression, and seeing that he was ignorant and silent, obviously not yet awake, she felt a little more depressed.

Seeing her complex expression, Shen Li didn't know what happened, so he had to ask his question softly again.

Hearing his voice, Mu Gui finally regained consciousness.

So she lowered her head slightly, and handed out the silver wind chime that had been with her for many years, "...it's nothing important."

"If Langjun wants it, I will give it to you as a gift to meet you."

***

Shen Li took the wind chime in a daze, and the kind-hearted woman in sandalwood clothes seemed to be hiding something, and after a little salute, she quickly walked into the inner room of the shop.

The longest hanging silver stone trembled and gradually melted into Shen Li's palm.

***

...

……

Shen Li felt that he had become a wind chime.

It was made by a warm and soft hand and hung from the wooden rafters.

Accompanied by the small shop named "Muguifang", year after year.

until long ago.

***

He was in a state of wind chime and stood in a daze, when a little cold clamped his wrist.

Shen Li looked back in a daze, and saw Wu Chang standing behind him, with cold eyes and drooping corners of his mouth, obviously really angry.

He shivered subconsciously—the chill on Wu Chang's body was so refreshing that he couldn't help but shake—then said: "Hi——"

Before the ending sound of "sorrow" was finished, a warm current flowed into Shen Li's body from the part where they were in contact.

***

——Silver Dasheng.

***

The entire Lidu city was enveloped by this silver light, so everything avoided, and the group of low-cultivation demons could only huddle on the ground and tremble.

Wu Chang, who was in the center, did not move at all.

He felt an extremely familiar coldness that had not been seen for hundreds of years.

It came faintly from the lingering silver light, stronger and stronger one after another.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the dazzling transparent spirit body filled with silver light.

Just like what he had imagined for hundreds of years.

***

At the moment when Wu Chang's hand touched the luminous spirit body.

With a sound of "chi", the silver light in the sky turned into dust, and the stars flickered in the air.

And Shen Li was no longer that short-haired boy in white clothes and black pants.

He was wearing a long white dress, with black hair reaching to the ground, his hands folded in his sleeves, he was tall and tall, with a strong character.

——Just standing there, there is an indescribable elegance.

***

He gently opened his eyes.

The pupils are like ink, bottomless.

***

"Witch Chang," his voice was so cold, like a bright moon shining on snow, "Long time no see."

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Seventh Night·Impermanence

400 years ago, Shen Li was not called Shen Li.

His name is Bai Li, and he is the first and most outstanding disciple of the Taoist monarch.

He is a ghost cultivator.

***

At that time, Wuchang was just a big black dog that had been tortured to death, and his resentment could not be dispelled, and he turned into a ghost and became a disaster.

One day, Bai Li was passing through the area on business, and it didn't take much effort to grab this messy guy in his sleeve and take him away.

***

As for creatures like dogs, they are naturally very trustworthy.

But once you completely lose confidence in humans, you will turn black to the other extreme.

Bai Li detained it for 49 days, but the black dog was still full of resentment, showing no intention of communicating properly.

The younger brothers and sisters of the same school all advised him to send this guy to Granny Meng for soup.

But at that time, Bai Li was a good... er, good old ghost.

He saw that the black dog's spirituality was outstanding, so he couldn't bear to throw it back into the animal realm for reincarnation, so he kept it in his sleeve every day, and chatted with him when he had something to do—well, of course, Bai Li was basically talking, and The black dog will listen or not.

***

Such days passed quickly, and there were more and more ghost cultivators under Daojun's seat.

Bai Li became a senior teacher, and the black dog's hostility gradually subsided, and he was finally willing to follow him to practice some simple methods.

The black dog's spiritual understanding is first-rate. In addition, he has been with Bai Li for hundreds of years, and his vision is beyond the reach of ordinary ghost cultivators. Therefore, he has made rapid progress in cultivation, and he can suppress his hostility in a short time. Bai Li stood by and supported him.

Bai Li saw that he could cultivate on his own without any hindrance, so he felt relieved to go to the retreat that he should have done hundreds of years ago.

***

Another hundred years passed.

Bai Li woke up leisurely, and the many restrictions placed around the cave instantly turned into dust.

He walked out of the blessed land drawn by the Daoist Lord, and squinted his eyes to look at the blue sky above his head.

A young man dressed in black was coming from the other side of the mountain, with a peaceful face and a steady posture, but he looked very much like... Bai Li's usual appearance.

So Bai Li laughed happily.

Not only the eight white teeth are exposed, but also the small dimple hidden deep on the left cheek.

"After a long absence, my lord has the power to transform into form." He turned towards