After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

Sending Shen Yan away, Su Wan glanced at the wrinkled green gauze curtain, walked straight to the bead curtain, her thin lips moved slowly: "Are you awake?"

"You're lying to him."

The person in the green gauze tent has already sat up, his black hair is as soft and shiny as satin, pouring down, outlining the slightly weak shoulder line.

"I didn't lie to him,"

Su Wan picked the glass beads away with his index finger, his face was calm, without causing any waves, "I left Nanhua Road that day, and never thought about going back."

What he said just now was not only for Shen Yan, but also for Xu Qingyi.

Xu Qingyi hated the original owner to the bone. From the moment he deliberately fought against Zhao Yuya in front of Zhao Yuya regardless of the rumors of internal strife in Nanhua Dao, he expected that this person had secretly set up a game for him.

He used this painting as bait for the purpose of making them believe those lies and paving a way for himself - if he gave up fighting for the position of leader and left Nanhua Road, would he finally get what Xu Qingyi wanted?

"Elder He will definitely not allow this."

When he said this, the eyeballs of the man sitting in the green gauze tent gradually dimmed, and his gauze-wrapped hands tightly strangled the brocade quilt, as if trying to grasp with all his might the one or two strands of broken moon that had finally fallen on his palm.

"Elder He?"

Su Wan didn't expect that he would move this old guy out, old man He Jing treated him very well, he was probably the only one who didn't want him to leave Nanhua Road.

But what can that mahogany stick do to him?

He was idle and bored, brushed a row of bead curtains with the back of his hand, and said unhurriedly: "If I want to leave, no one can stop me."

"I can."

Xu Qingyi slowly raised his eyes, his deep eyes were sharp and cold, the corners of his eyes were blood red, but his face was dull and dull, withered like ashes.

This guy just wanted him to die, and he wouldn't even take a step back voluntarily.

Guessing this would be the result, Su Wan smiled self-deprecatingly, turned around nonchalantly, and sat on the desk with bent legs: "You can't either."

One or two candlelights leaked into the tent, leaning against the tea-white robe, the man bent his long and slender neck, the blue silk clinging to the jade color, black and white complement each other, unintentionally colorful.

"You can't either."

These four words gnawed at his heart like ants, his ears were filled with the sound of heavy heartbeats, and thousands of thoughts were chaotic and churning. He didn't know where the sudden surge of uneasiness came from, and they were accumulated in his heart. The bottom of his heart could not be resolved, causing him to have countless gloomy thoughts.

The knuckles of his clenched hands protruded, and a stern cold light flashed across his eyes: There is nothing impossible, the chess game is already full of chess pieces, there is no reason to give up easily, even if everything is destroyed, he will use whatever means to finish the game !

At this time, a plate of hibiscus frosted cake was handed out from outside the green gauze tent: "Let's eat something."

Looking at the pastries on the plate, he suppressed the complex feelings that came up in his heart. When he opened the curtain, he saw Su Wan standing in front of him. inside.

For no reason, yesterday's intimacy and tenderness flashed through his mind, the blood all over his body seemed to be burning, hot and scalding, which made him hurriedly look away from this face, tried his best to calm down the roar of his heart, and said coldly: "No need to put on a show in front of me."

Su Wan looked at his wound a few times, threw the ointment in his hand in front of him, picked up the hibiscus cake and took a bite: "Isn't it because I'm afraid that senior brother will be overwhelmed by the emotional attack again?"

After putting the plate on the wooden bench, when he turned and walked back, Xu Qingyi said solemnly: "You better be careful of that ghost."

Knowing that he was talking about Shen Yan, Su Wan stopped and chewed the pastry in his mouth: "Senior brother, among the demons and ghosts in the world, there are good and bad, strong and weak, hard and soft, good and evil, just like the world. "

He took two steps forward and pointed to the painting on the cabinet: "Take my little gentleman as an example. He looks fierce, but he is a guy with an extremely pure heart!"

Just after finishing speaking, Xu Qingyi's face darkened: "Assembling with evil spirits, it's really disrespectful, and it's an insult to the teacher!"

"Okay, okay, you have a great virtue, and I humiliate you, wouldn't it be just right?"

"you!"

He hesitated to speak, as if he was caught off guard by a thorn in his throat, and finally fell into a long silence.

_;

The black smoke circled around the fingertips, and with a slight blow, it turned into several bats and flew out.

"I don't know how much of what he said is true and how much is false?"

The red ghost pondered and said.

The black robe stood quietly, motionless like a rock, his eyes fell on the painting, and he looked at the painting for a long time before he said: "He said so, there are indeed traces to follow."

The red ghost felt strange, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Is there really someone who can make Master Zhe Xuan fall on the word "love", and not even be controlled by the love thinking Gu? "

"It's true that what he paints in his paintings is not a human being, but a snow-clouded spirit tiger."

"Tiger? Isn't the world of Taoism and the world of beasts inseparable?" The red ghost scratched his ears, "No wonder he said that the identities are very different. It is ridiculous for a monk to marry a beast. It makes sense for you to take him back to be punished."

After hearing this, the black robe sneered, and said in a strange way: "Zhenjun Hexuan has often done such immoral things."

"My lord, what should I do next?"

"You have seen everything about the Skeleton Ghost Pool. If you want to take his life, you need to break his golden body first."

Hei Pao's tone was cold, obviously he had bad intentions, "His younger brother also has backbone, no matter how much he struggled, he refused to reveal a word. Since the old man of Queyin Luomen's whole body was broken a while ago, he still said that he never lied to me, why not?" Believe him again, isn't the half soul of Daoist Zhexuan still guarding Fuyu Mountain?"

"The heart and soul are damaged, and the golden body is self-destructing. Killing him is as easy as flipping the palm of your hand. The pavilion master is really clever."

_;

It's night, as long as you close your eyes in a groggy state, you will be forcibly drawn into a nightmare.

The same is the beautiful scene of Qinlou Chuguan, the turmoil of music and music can't cover the infinite spring scenery, the man's gauze clothes are half-faded, rouge clouds are flying on his cheeks, his bones are so weak that he collapses under the body, so as to enter the cloud and rain.

Xu Qingyi's expression was indifferent, he regarded the scene in front of him as nothing, without the interference of Emotional Thought Gu, everything was nothing but a dream, which could not disturb his mind.

It's just a strange phenomenon. In the blink of an eye, all kinds of lanterns have been hung on the side of the road. Old and young, women and children are parading behind the floats, vying to catch the falling petals from the floats.

Standing in the middle of the Fourth Street are Suzaku lanterns made of tens of thousands of bamboo branches. The paper is painted in fine colors, and the eyes are polished from obsidian, which looks lifelike at a glance.

He suddenly remembered that this was the Zhu Ming Lantern Festival in Jinzhou City.

Pedestrians chased the float full of bright red roses and walked in the opposite direction of him.

He is a silverfish swimming upstream in the sea of ​​people, he does not want to drift with the tide, but he can't find his way back either.

When the people chasing the float slowly dispersed, the young man in the green shirt wearing the mandrill-head mask passed him by. The small silver iron beside the mask made a crisp collision sound with his footsteps, and he stopped abruptly. Suddenly look back.

The young man held a black-clothed boy in his hand, about ten years old, he didn't look forward, he just held the candy figurine and looked up at the person holding his hand, his eyes were full of tenderness.

Large and fine flowers fell from the jacaranda tree. Standing in the rain of flowers, the young man held a square prayer lamp in one hand and a pen in the other, and said something to the masked person.

Clearly unable to see the man's expression, Xu Qingyi clearly felt that he must be smiling, so he leaned over and held the young man's hand holding the pen, and wrote on the paper lantern stroke by stroke: "Ah Yao, everything is going well." , safe and sound every year.

In the blink of an eye, the boy somehow became tall and slender, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with handsome features, messy hair tied behind his head with a cloth belt, and pure brown eyes, turning his head to look at The person behind him had a green and innocent smile, just like the one in the painting.

Standing in the sea of ​​people, Xu Qingyi's eyes froze, slightly dazed and suspicious.

The moonlight blended with the lights, and amidst the noise, the young man under the flower tree suddenly raised the mandrill-headed ghost face with a strange smile behind him, raised his head and kissed the man's chin.

This scene came into his eyes, and a suppressed, invisible black fireworks appeared in his eyes. There was no heat in it, only a piercing coldness.

He stared silently and viciously at the figure under the tree, a phosphorescent cold light flashed in the eyes of Youtan, the Shuangyin sword appeared out of thin air and was held in his hand, together with crazy malice, Bai Ying leaped like flying with the sword, The sword energy shattered the fallen flowers, and pierced the young man's thin back!

The moment the blood spattered three feet, unexpectedly, someone grabbed the wrist and chuckled in his ear: "Brother, those who have attained the Tao love, hate, hate, and ignorance are all vain, you shouldn't get angry."

He looked back in astonishment, the beautiful and bright eyebrows were close at hand, and the scent of bamboo instantly enveloped him, covering him firmly.

The bony hand stretched forward, covering the back of his cold hand: "Let me go against the sky and ruin my reputation, isn't it what you want?"

His expression changed suddenly, and his face suddenly turned ashen.

That's right, he really thought that he was guilty and his reputation was ruined. This person has already reached this point spontaneously, and he just needs to push him forward again, but his hatred will be ignited for no reason. It's like the day in the restaurant.

A pitch-black seed is planted in the shadow of the heart. It germinates and takes root day and night, trying to pierce the flesh and blood and bloom a flower that cannot be seen.

"Brother, you are reluctant to kill me, are you?"

The man smiled again, always in a dark smile.

These words pierced straight like a knife, causing his body to tense suddenly in pain, his eyes turned red due to blood congestion, and he swung his sword fiercely at the man behind him: "Nonsense!"

The person behind him was cut open like paper and scattered in the wind, his voice remained unbroken: "You are the one who is reluctant to kill me."

He hates him too much, how could he not kill him!

Struggling out of the nightmare, my whole body seemed to be soaked in water, icy cold.

The candle flame flickered in the lampshade endlessly, and I could hear the coughing sound coming from the green gauze tent.

After a while, the curtain was lifted, and the thin and long figure passed through the bead curtain, came to the desk, grabbed the pen indiscriminately, and wrote scribbles on the laid white paper.

His right hand was wrapped in gauze due to injury and he couldn't hold the pen steadily. He kept a straight face, and simply tore off the gauze that was stuck to the blood and flesh. As if he didn't feel any pain, he held the pen again with his bleeding hand. , which says that he has copied tens of thousands of times of "Xinyin Miaojing".

The dark red flows down the pen barrel on the paper, the blood color and the ink color are mixed, like a painted winter plum, rendering large pieces of paper.

"It's like this on all sides of this ghost city. If you have any questions, my son, feel free to ask me."

Amidst the conversation, the door was pushed open, and the two walked in one after the other.

Su Wan sat down at the table with ease and poured a glass of water, then picked up the glass and handed it to Shen Yan.

"Thank you sir."

After taking the cup of tea, he put it in his mouth and drank half a sip, suddenly felt like a glow on his back.

The author says:

感谢在2022-07-1804:11:22-2022-07-2023:03:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Ms. Hina, the world's cutest; 5 bottles of Nan Nan; 1 bottle of Shadow Moon;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!