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At night, Wen Shugeng and his party entered Changzhou City. The city was brightly lit, and the houses and pavilions were row upon row, making it look like a wealthy place.

The three of them stayed in an inn, washed up hastily, and then went downstairs to order a table of meals.Wen Shugeng only told the two that Gu Yi was involved in urgent matters, so he wanted to temporarily separate from them, Xiaoyun nodded in agreement, but Song Ziyu stared at the grapefruit candy cake he brought back, momentarily feeling sad for his confidant.

The confidants cherish each other, Song Ziyu restrains, but knows that Wen Shugeng is a romantic.But his romantic, probably because the sound of the wind flows into his eyes, he has a leisurely and unrestrained demeanor, and the wind is more ruthless and sentimental.It can not only stir up the spring, flick the willow branches, but also pass through the forest, leaving only the rustling sound.

Just can't fall in love.If you are too obsessed with love and hate, you will miss the word romantic.

The other party came back with the sound of the wind, but in his hand he held tightly the grapefruit candy given by others, with sorrow and joy coexisting between his brows, rippling, smiling and sad, really vivid and foolish.

Song Ziyu didn't understand love, but he understood poetry.Between the brows and the heart, emotions flow up and down, always straightforward.Putting down the chopsticks, Ziyu frowned.He had teased the two of them before, but Gu Yi didn't explain the reason this time, and asked almost unreasonably to meet again in ten days, which completely overturned his previous rhetoric that he was wandering freely.

Song Ziyu and Wen Shugeng have a deep friendship.Seeing this man adores that young man, but being deceived like this, he is really angry.It happened that the man was so graceful and courageous, even though Song Ziyu was furious at this time, he still couldn't say anything to belittle that man.It's hard for this gentle and jade-like Mr. Song, so he can only get angry in a muffled voice.

After all, Wen Shugeng was still careful, and noticed Ziyu's depression.But once this person is in a low mood, he will not be serious, and he casually said the words of a shameless person: "Ziyu, there are many wine shops in Changzhou, and there are countless Chu Pavilion and Qinlou, but you are still thinking about the singing girl in Yunleilou? It's okay, I'll take you to find the wonderful voice next to me, don't be embarrassed."

Song Ziyu was dumbfounded, where did he think about that?It's pity that he is an upright gentleman, and he was dragged away by this man.

Although Wen Shugeng was making jokes, he wanted to let them relax for a while. It was impossible for them to be sensual, so the three of them did not go to an ordinary teahouse.

The fragrance of tea is rich and refreshing.The three of them were seated by the window, and a few scattered people in the side seats were commenting on the storyteller who was about to appear.

"The stories of the past few days are really not interesting. His eyes are so erratic that even heroes call him a rat."

"Isn't it? I talked about "The Record of Chivalry" yesterday, tsk tsk tsk, I listened to it for a long time, and thought "Spring Love" was here to play the game! It's soft, I don't know what he is afraid of."

Several people complained and were very dissatisfied.As an extremely important recreational activity at that time, listening to books was sought after by literati and peddlers all the way down to poor peasants and traders.Often a storyteller is loved by others, but if the story is not good, people boo and boo him.

Wen Shugeng signaled Song Ziyu with his eyes, it seems that the storyteller is in a bad situation.

But a low voice was heard:

"Chang Baidao offended the Xu family. He has been acting with his tail between his legs these days. He must have been quite frightened. How could he be serious about storytelling?"

Song Ziyu and Wen Shugeng didn't care about such gossip in the market, but Shen Yun got up suddenly, looking very shocked.

Both of them were stunned, looked at him and said, "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

Shen Yun's face was flushed, and he was very excited: "My uncle is Chang Baidao."

Before finishing this sentence, I saw a middle-aged man walking up to the storytelling stand, with clear eyebrows, long beard and thin cheeks, somewhat similar to Shen Yun.

The exhaustion and sadness of the past few days rushed to my heart, and the child couldn't hold it back. The moment he saw his dear one, tears rolled down his face.

It's in the night house.

Chang Baidao hugged Shen Yun on his knees, and stuffed a bunch of melons and snacks into his arms, with an expression of extreme pity.

Wen Shugeng previously guessed that the eldest brother might have a quarrel with his sister-in-law, so he ignored it, but now it seems that the other party is sincerely sad, but there is something hidden.

Shen Yun ran around in panic for the past few days, but the little child, Tong Tong, was no different than outsiders after seeing the elders, let go of his uneasy heart, and fell asleep crying in his uncle's arms.

Chang Baidao was afraid that he would be uncomfortable, so he carefully moved the child to the bed, covered him with a quilt, and gently stroked the child's hair in distress, before turning back to the hall to continue talking with the two.

The two of them were not related to them, so it was a chivalrous act to send the child here from a long distance.As a storyteller, Chang Baidao knew many stories about heroes in the world, and he respected them both very much, and he was very grateful.

Naturally, Wen Shugeng would not be thanked by the elders, so he stood up and said that there is no need to do so, but he still had doubts in his heart.Looking at his expression, he slowly explained Shen's father's strange behavior before his death.

Unexpectedly, when Chang Baidao heard these words, his face turned pale with shock, and his lips and teeth almost trembled.He shook his fingers, pointed to the sky, and hid it in his sleeve in a daze.Trembling all over, it took him a long time to recover.With a long sigh, he seemed to have aged a lot, and he said regretfully, "It was I who hurt him!"

Wen Shugeng and Song Ziyu looked at each other.Song Ziyu poured him a cup of tea, told him to suppress his shock, and then asked in a low voice, "I don't know why you made such a statement, sir?"

Holding the white porcelain cup, Chang Baidao rolled his eyes a few times, revealing a somewhat timid expression.Wen Shu Geng Wen said: "We have no malicious intentions. It's just that Xiaoyun lost his parents at such a young age. We are really uncomfortable. There is something hidden in it, and I have no intention of spying on it. But to be honest, we are no longer the first to make this weird sacrifice. Seeing you for the first time, I really can't ignore it."

Chang Baidao suddenly changed his color: "What? There are other sacrifices like this formation?"

Wen Shugeng understood it.Chang Baidao must know the inside story.When I was in Peizhou, no one knew what sacrifices and formations were.He suppressed the emotions in his eyes, unwilling to be tempted by you to come and go, and simply said: "There was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy who failed in the sacrifice and committed suicide."

Chang Baidao slumped on the chair, his eyes were slack, and his face was full of misery and intolerance. He raised his hand and pressed his eyes, and sighed, "You're a sinner!"

Wen Shugeng glanced at Song Ziyu, and they got up at the same time.Wen Shugeng raised his long sword and said with a dignified expression: "Sir, we don't want to see the separation of our flesh and blood again, and the death of a young man. There must be someone pretending to be a ghost to deceive people. But if there is any clue, please let me know."

Chang Baidao looked at the two of them quite moved: "The two young masters are so righteous."

But he went on to say: "But it's not necessarily a matter of pretending to be a ghost."

Wen Shugeng frowned.

Chang Baidao lowered his voice and told what he knew.It turned out that in his early years, he collected materials from various scriptures and listened to many tales of ghosts and legends.Coincidentally, somehow I heard about a book.It is said that there is a formation method recorded in that book, which can bring back the lost and bring the dead back to life. The name is simple and simple, it is the return formation.

Chang Baidao said with regret: "I shouldn't have told my brother-in-law. Such a bizarre thing, alas. But he is so affectionate, and he concealed it from me, and he alone set up the formation like the Arabian Nights that day."

Song Ziyu then asked: "Then how to set up the return formation? As long as someone offers sacrifices?"

Chang Baidao shook his head: "I've only heard about it, and I don't know how to set up the formation. But it is said that you must have your closest relatives or loved ones in exchange for their lives, plus the previous personal belongings of the seeker, to activate the formation."

Song Ziyu sighed: "Even if you call back the dead and find the lost, how can you talk about staying together forever? There will always be a world apart, and Yin and Yang will be separated."

Chang Baidao raised his eyelids, and said quietly: "Isn't there someone whose relatives coaxed their loved ones to sacrifice, and their loved ones tricked their loved ones into offering sacrifices?"

Wen Shugeng's heart moved, and he said in a low voice: "Could it be that Mr. knows someone who has acted like this?"

Chang Baidao was silent for a while, but said: "You two young masters, this matter is very mysterious. If you know too much, I'm afraid it won't do you any good."

Wen Shugeng clenched the hilt of the sword, and said: "This kind of sorcery is obviously shameless and base. Life and death are fate, and the world is foolish to be obsessed. However, it is ultimately out of love, but affection is distorted into evil thoughts, which is really unbearable. Accept. Sir, please be sure to inform the clues, and don’t ask people to die because of this ridiculous thing.”

Chang Baidao stared at him blankly, never expecting this young master to be so transparent and righteous.

……

At the dawn of the next day, two figures walked through the streets and uncovered a very strange missing person post on the wall.The clean red light hit the screen wall, and the originally magnificent house in front of me was completely gray and ruined, lifeless, as if it had been covered in dust for a long time.

According to Chang Baidao, there was a wealthy businessman named Xu in the city, who got a son when he was old, and was spoiled lawlessly.This son is named Xu Jun. He has grown up, but he has been cultivated to be extremely paranoid.On an outing in spring, I ran into a scholar Qin Qingrou, and the two hit it off and couldn't leave each other.

The rich businessman was old, and he only wanted his only son to inherit the family business, marry a wife and have children.Unexpectedly, Xu Jun fell in love with that scholar, it was not for profanity, but because he wanted to stay with him forever.Mr. Xu loved his son very much, but he was a ruthless person who secretly bribed the government and forced the poor scholar to death.

Xu Jun's temperament changed drastically overnight, and he actually put his parents under house arrest.A group of Taoist priests were recruited to practice the method to find the sweetheart.Somehow, I heard the secret that Chang Baidao knew.They arrested people secretly, tortured them severely, and forced them to find out about their return to the army.Recently, people who are proficient in formations are being searched extensively in the city.

The people in the teahouse should be talking about the Xu family.

After knocking on the door, the pale-faced servant accepted the notice, bowed his waist in fear and led the two into the door.

The courtyard, which was originally carefully maintained, is now neglected, overgrown with weeds, piled up with dead leaves, and no one cleans it.

The two walked around several layers of curtains, sat down and drank the good Yuqian Longjing from the pot, and waited for a long time before seeing Xu Jun.

He was standing at the entrance of the living room, and was about to step into the hall, he should have just gotten up, his footsteps were feeble, as if he had already been physically and mentally exhausted.Hearing that the young man said that those who can set up the formation are coming, so he reluctantly cleans up and comes to see the guests.

At this time, the sky was early, and the lights in the hall were not lit, so it was a little unclear.Xu Jun and his personal servant stood at the door, which happened to block some of the light from outside.From the angle of Wen Shugeng and the two of them, Xu Jun's face was hidden in the shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.However, Wen Shugeng keenly noticed that Xu Jun's footsteps froze for a moment the moment he saw him.

When he dragged his exhausted body to the side of the two of them and sat down, Wen Shugeng saw clearly that this man was only about twenty, and he was probably raised pampered since he was a child, and the wrist exposed from the narrow sleeve was extremely slender , Those hands have never done rough work, they are as soft as a woman.But the face is full of sickness, which should be caused by depression.

Although it was rumored that his temperament changed drastically, he even disregarded human relations and imprisoned his parents, but he was extremely polite to the two of them, as if he didn't care about the issue of the formation, but chatted for a while.

Song Ziyu said politely: "The tea in your mansion is very good."

Xu Jun lowered his eyes, leaned over and sniffed the tea on the table, but didn't drink it, he just said softly: "No matter how good it is, it's spring tea, not very fresh." It was obviously such a gentle tone, but the next moment he He flicked the tea to the ground, and glanced at the servants standing in the room.

The servant hurriedly apologized: "It's not good for the small one. I have neglected the distinguished guest, so I changed it to a new one." There was another clever girl who cleaned up the mess on the ground, and respectfully served the tea in front of Song Ziyu and Wen Shugeng. Withdrew.

After a while, new tea was brought up.The color of the tea soup is thick red, and the fragrance is strong when you smell it carefully. It should be Pu'er that has been treasured for more than ten years.

Xu Jun raised his wrist, covered his mouth with his sleeve, looked at the two of them, and said, "Please."

Wen Shugeng and Song Ziyu looked at each other, they both drank it with a smile, and said, "Young Master Xu, you are being polite."

Opening his eyes again, the two of them were tied up and thrown into a dungeon.In the darkness, Wen Shugeng was the first to break free from the rope, and Ziyu also broke the rope with internal force, and said in a low voice, "That Mongolian sweat medicine always hurts the body and mind, you didn't drink too much, did you?"

Wen Shugeng chuckled: "The general will touch the rim of the cup, not even a drop of water."

Song Ziyu got up and straightened his robes, looked at him and said, "How did you know in advance that he would detain us?"

Wen Shugeng said: "I was implicated in the previous two sacrifices. I guess that the formation requires a witness or something, and it should be related to me or something on me." He frowned, "I just don't know, this How did several people recognize me. But when Xu Jun saw me today, I clearly saw his eyes light up in the dark."

Hearing this, Song Ziyu thought about it carefully, and couldn't help but sweat down his back. He turned his head a little bit, looked at Wen Shugeng, and said with difficulty: "Xiao Geng, you and I haven't left Zhuangzi for three years. The owner of the villa specially asked the evil About the book..."

Wen Shugeng smiled nonchalantly: "That's right. The owner of the village must have known something before he let us go out of the mountain. Something must have happened behind this. The evil book must have something to do with me."

Song Ziyu sighed, rescued this man from the gate of hell three years ago, and he witnessed how miserable he was at that time.Although he is adopted son, Wen Shugeng keeps calling him the owner of the estate.He probably guessed how many unknown things were behind it, but he kept silent and gritted his teeth.

Wen Shugeng comforted him in turn: "Ziyu, don't worry. The owner of the villa is kind to me. Even if I am in danger this time, I have no complaints."

The past has been forgotten, but the persistence and kindness in my bones have not changed.After all, he is a good boy who knows how to repay his kindness.

At this moment, the weather suddenly changed.In the morning, the sky was clear, but at this moment, thunder exploded.There was a bang and bang on the roof. It turned out that several roof tiles had been shattered by the thunder.A bolt of lightning flashed, and was coming down from the cracked tile, illuminating the prison cell.Only then did Wen Shugeng and Song Ziyu see in horror:

In the corner, there was an old woman with white hair, whose hair was whiter than frost and snow illuminated by lightning.She was sitting against the wall, silently and eerily doing needlework in the dark place.