Shura smiles

Above the snow cliff, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting. "It's strange that the north wind is strong, and the vestibule is like the moonlight. Heaven and man would rather Xu Qiao, cut water and make flowers fly."

A woman is sitting on the edge of a cliff, dressed in snow-white sable fur, looking at the clouds and mist, everything in the world, wrapped in red and plain, with ice and snow everywhere and silver light everywhere.Walking behind him was an old man with white hair, wearing a purple jade flute around his waist.

"It's another cycle."

The woman didn't turn her head back, the icy wind was blowing on her cheeks, she felt a little pain, she tightened her white fur and covered her clean neck.

****_

In Lianyun City, lights and festoons have already been decorated, full of the atmosphere of Chinese New Year.Qin Yunfei supported Luo Lian to look at the Kongming Lantern on the Liqing Pavilion.The first light of the light, the fireworks with you, the silent journey of thousands of lights.There are thousands of troubles in the floating life, and they fly to the height of ten thousand feet with the lamp.

"Lian'er, when winter is over, I will send you to a safe place to raise your baby. When the baby is born, I will take him back to raise him. You don't have to worry about the future, I will treat him as my own and take care of him carefully." You can live there with peace of mind, if one day you want to come back, I will pick you up."

Luo Lian looked sideways at the man in front of her, she couldn't express her emotions, but was moved.

Qin Yunfei looked into his eyes, a little absent-minded. "Lian'er, I'm just wondering, your eyes seem to have turned completely blood-colored, and half of the original blue has been covered. Could it be caused by the blood of the Hundred Ghosts family, and because of your pregnancy, the pupil color will also change? "

Luo Lian lowered her eyebrows, and gently pinned the broken hair on her temples behind her ears with her fingers.

"I don't know all about the history of the Hundred Ghosts Family. I only heard from my grandfather that the ancestors of the Hundred Ghosts Family were born of humans and Shura, so the men of the Hundred Ghosts Family were born with Shura's eyes. It seems that it is because of a curse that the men of the ethnic group can only conceive through intermarriage."

"Curse, what curse?"

"I don't know about it, it's always a little mysterious."

A gust of snow wind blew, Luo Lian couldn't help shivering, Qin Yunfei put on a fox fur cloak for him.It just covered his abdomen. With the growth of the fetus in the past few months, Qin Yunfei stewed a lot of supplements for him, but Luo Lian's appetite has always been poor. Although he is not as weak as before, his limbs are still slender.

"Lian'er, it's cold, I'll take you back first."

"Ah."

****——

The Sutra Pavilion was in a mess again.

"Young Master, what are you looking for? Didn't the portraits of Concubine Luo Li be given to Luo Feng as congratulatory gifts?" The master and servant flipped through the pages again.

"Help me find the volume of the Hundred Ghosts Flower Valley, and find out everything related to the Hundred Ghosts Family."

Looking at it at night while holding a candle, the layers of scrolls and ancient books are neatly arranged. This is the result of the little stone's careful care all the time, but now the two masters and servants have turned it into a mess.

After searching for three hours, there was still no word from Hundred Ghosts Flower Valley.

The two finally lay panting in the sea of ​​books, exhausted. Repeating the simplest movements thousands of times is the most tiring, even more tiring than practicing kung fu.

Little Shitou only felt sore all over his body, and he had no more strength left. The books were piled high on the ground, and when he turned over, he heard a "boom", and the little stone disappeared.

"Little Shitou, you still have the energy to play tricks, and your energy is great. Go back with me to wash up. Now your eyes are swollen. You have never read so many books, and you have never worked so hard. Hey, little Shitou, Shi Qinglang , Do you hear?" Qin Yunfei seldom called Xiao Shitou by his real name, and he called out a few times, but there was still no response, and Qin Yunfei became vigilant.

"Shi Qinglang, where are you?"

Suddenly there was a dull sound from the ground. "Master, I'm down below, under the Sutra Pavilion, there's another floor here! Come down quickly, there are a lot of books here!"

It turned out that Xiao Shitou just stumbled into the trap by mistake, it was a dead corner of the Sutra Pavilion, ordinary people would never think of where to go, but when Xiao Shitou turned over, he bumped into that partition.

The Sutra Pavilion has a unique cave, and the lower floor is the real Sutra Pavilion.

From the outside, the Sutra Pavilion is just an ancient building with a long history. It has been over a hundred years old, but it has never been repaired.Because all the materials are of the highest quality, the snow cliff thousand-year-old ice wood is used, which is not afraid of snakes, insects, mice, ants, wind, snow, rain and fog, and the hail decades ago did not damage it in the slightest.

At first glance, the design of the Sutra Pavilion is no different from other buildings in Lianyun City. They are all magnificent, with blue tiles and red walls.On weekdays only the city lord can enter the pavilion, and there has been no one to take care of him for many years, and he still looks at the world from a distance.

Since Qin Yunfei succeeded to the throne, he has hardly been here. The intelligence collection station under Lianyun City continued to compile the background and life of various people in the Jianghu until their death.

A person's whole life is just a book. From the moment he becomes famous, he traces back to the past, writes until he dies, and finally is shelved.A person's life is just like this. When he didn't know it, he was recorded in this life. Everything seemed to be arranged, like a script. After one day, one page was passed. When it was over, the book also turned to the end. One page, no one cares anymore.

The underground area of ​​the Sutra Pavilion is several times the area above ground.Press the mechanism of the partition, it is a snow-wood ladder, leading to the spacious stone room, as soon as a person touches the ground, the candles in the room ignite spontaneously and the lights are bright.There is no rotten damp smell as imagined, but it is dry. The snow-wood railing absorbs moisture and constantly adjusts the indoor air.

The entire room is full of bookstores, displaying all the materials collected since the establishment of Lianyun City.The magical skills of the world, beauties in the world, heroes at the end of the world, etc., no matter legends, authentic works or unofficial histories, are all among them.This Sutra Pavilion seems to be the epitome of the world for hundreds of years.Qin Yunfei and Xiao Shitou brought a lot of books back to the bedroom.

"Master, what's written on it!? I think you've been in a daze for a long time." Qin Yunfei was still concentrating on looking at the booklet brought back from the Buddhist scripture pavilion, and was suddenly lost in thought, and was awakened by the sound of a small stone.I almost jumped up in fright, "Ah, what are you talking about? Oh, it's okay, you can go to sleep."

Rubbing his temples, he collected himself and continued to watch.When Xiaoshi closed the door, he happened to see the back of the zhezi, which was the "Sutra of Metaphors".

I don't know why the city lord is suddenly interested in legends, and I don't understand it.

The "Paragraph Sutra" is all the words that the Tathagata expounds four times conveniently at any time, expressing the essentials of Hong's teachings and temptations.Pulling things, changing phases to prove, mutual understanding of good and evil, sin, good fortune and retribution, all can be taken care of, so as to avoid the three smears.

I don't know how long I've been reading it, it's late at night, Qin Yunfei is also sleepy, ready to go to bed and sleep, put down the "Metaphor Sutra", but accidentally caught a glimpse of a yellowed booklet, not as heavy as other scriptures, just a few thin On the page, the font on it is beautiful and elegant, as if it came from the hand of a daughter's family.

Gently unfolding it, it turned out to be a large page of rice paper, which turned out to be a music score.Below are the lyrics.This song is played jointly by the sound of Xiao and Pipa, with the sound of Xiao as the main part and the sound of Pipa as the accompaniment.

I sketched the music score in my heart, and felt a little familiar, like the song "Not Seeing Chang'an", but this song is more of a repeated chant, and has been deeply and shallowly stopped at the most gentle lines of "Not Seeing Chang'an", saving I went to the part with the most emotional emotion, and it was always indifferent. I thought it was telling a story, and those few lyrics were also changed on the basis of that tune.

Such a piece is more suitable for Luo Lian to play, Qin Yunfei thought about it, but couldn't resist the drowsiness, so he fell asleep.

The next day, in the corridor of Geyunlou, Qin Yunfei played the flute.When the flute sounded, Luo Lian heard that it was "Not Seeing Chang'an", and also sang along with the flute sound.

"Under the old trees at the head of the village, the dew on the green grass leaves has not dried up.

In the morning mist, the ferry boat sang songs and crossed the creek

I lay on the roof with my arms under my pillow thinking all night

Who in the Waxia hall talked about Chang'an on paper

……

Is the village still

Thousands of miles away, I looked back with a sense of regret"

The sound of Qin Yunfei's flute echoed, and Luo Lian sang melodiously.

"Yunfei, why did I suddenly think of this piece of music, I seldom hear you play it."

Qin Yunfei put down his jade flute, sat on the ground beside Luo Lian's feet, and watched Lian Yun sailing.

"I also like this song. My father said that my grandfather loved this song the most. But I feel too sad, so I don't play it often. I always feel sad."