Deadly Merry [Rebirth]

There is no imaginary cramping of the primordial spirit being forced into a baby, nor the congestion of re-entering an embryo.Mingyi just felt that she was lying on a very comfortable bed, with the familiar incense in her nostrils, and the cushions under her body and behind her head were the soft height that she was used to.There was a warm and warm light lazily covering her skin, and the small birdsong lingered in her ears, just like how many times in the past when she first woke up from her own bed.

She frowned, closed her eyes tightly, and blinked them open.

The blinding light forced her to close her eyes again, and it took her a long time to adapt before she could barely see.

She propped herself up wearily and sat up, her mind was fuzzy.When she woke up a bit, she suddenly remembered to touch her neck, caressing the smooth and delicate skin of her throat carefully.

It shouldn't be that she was rescued by someone. Even if Da Luo descended to earth, it would be impossible for the scars left by her suicide to disappear so completely.

why?

Ming Yi tried to get out of bed, and found that there was no injury at all on her body, and everything was healthy, neither painful nor itchy.She looked around the environment for a week, this was her bedroom in Yuxu Palace, it was the same as usual, simple and plain, with only a wooden bed and a desk.

But the placement of some furnishings in the house is obviously different from what I remember.

how come……

Strange, but I don't know what age it is now?

I suddenly remembered that I have always had the habit of writing daily notes, maybe I can find some clues by finding the notebook in the drawer.

Walking to the desk, she fumbled for the notes hidden in the wooden drawer, Ming Yi pulled up the wooden chair and sat down, carefully looking at the beautiful lowercase letters written by herself.

She turned directly to the last page, where the date stayed on the third day of the third month of the Gengzi year.Below the date, there are only two sentences written in a hurry:

"Today, in Shangsi, she asked someone to take the letter again, calling me to go to the wooden house in the back mountain to spend the Shangsi Festival together. I don't know when I will know, I am not a good man."

Year of Gengzi... Shangsi...?

Ming Yi sat blankly for a long time before accepting the facts.

Returning to the old place, reliving the old days.

The Year of the Gengzi is...

Ok……

Correct.

I remembered.

March of the Gengzi year should be the second year I met her.

This year, I was only 21 years old.

She met her at the foot of Yuxu Mountain in November of the year of Jihai. At that time, it was snowing heavily, and she just went out with an umbrella. When she walked to the foot of the mountain, she saw a white fox lying alone in the snow, and approached it. Look, you can still smell the mellow wine.She just laughed and sighed that animals would be greedy for pleasure, and she conveniently covered her umbrella over the white fox to protect it from the biting cold, and then went back to the mountain alone through the snow.

But she didn't expect that the white fox had already become a spirit. At that time, it was so drunk that it didn't show a trace of evil spirit. It was inevitable that she was negligent and couldn't detect it.After that, the white fox took the excuse of returning the umbrella, turned into a human and went up to Yuxu Mountain, and followed her.Although the head master was dissatisfied, but the background of the white fox was no small matter, there was a Qingqiu country behind him, and he didn't do anything bad, so the head master let her go.

It's strange to say that this white fox is still lingering after returning the umbrella, always chasing after me like a follower, boasting about my good face today, my handwriting beautifully tomorrow, and my heart the next day The red tear mole is unique, and even the most common white clothes worn by monks can boast flowers in her mouth.The master master forbade the white fox to live in Yuxu Palace, so she went to the back mountain to build a small wooden house to live in, grow flowers and vegetables, and her life went smoothly, but she just ran to her dormitory when she had free time.

Ming Yi has never understood, even now, she does not understand why Tu Jiu'er is so inexplicably devoted to it.

When she asked about the little fox, the little fox said shyly that she likes to drink and has been drunk countless times. There are many who want to take advantage of the dangers of others, and naturally, there are also many who are unwilling to pay attention and turn a blind eye.However, she was the first to hold an umbrella for her.

The reason why she yearns for someone is so simple as to be ridiculous.

The more she thinks about the past, the more guilty Ming Yi feels.At the beginning, Tu Jiu'er liked her so purely and sincerely. If she had no intention of it, she kept rejecting it. But she just listened to the words of the head master, pretended to accept her friendship, cheated her trust, and failed her. Sincerely.

In the end, she took her life.

As soon as Mingyi closed her eyes, she seemed to be able to see Tu Jiuer's tearful and desperate eyes before she died. She knew then that she was going to go to the [-]th floor of hell.Although she did these things for the sake of Taoism and righteousness, she knew that she would never be able to practice Taoism with peace of mind in every lifetime.

Butcher...

Unresolved calamity.

Either way.

Although she didn't know why, she did return to the fourth day of March in the Gengzi Year.

Mingyi smiled wryly, only lamented that fate is really tricky, before she died, her life was not a happy and happy life, but now that God gives her another chance to live again, can she change her fate against the sky and turn the world around?The contradictions that should exist have always existed, and the hidden dangers that should exist are not lacking. The general trend cannot be changed by her alone.

However, if you can...

There was a breeze blowing by the window, blowing a thin piece of paper on the table against the back of his hand.

Ming Yi grabbed the piece of paper, turned it over and took a look.

It turned out to be the letterhead that the little fox asked his junior brother to bring yesterday.The soft and golden Shuxuan was carefully cut into a piece of paper, on which were written a few chic cursive words in extremely black high-grade Hui ink——

"Yesterday, when I went down the mountain for a small trip, I met a Xiangfei bamboo flute. It is crisp and crisp when played high, and thick and thick when played low. It is just right for the top. I hope you can listen to it when you play it."

Xiangfei Bamboo Flute...

Can't help but smile.

Although this little fox has gained a bad reputation for being coquettish and coquettish in the secular world, Mingyi only realized after getting in touch with her that although she is certainly coquettish, most of the dirty rumors are spread maliciously by those who want nothing but resentment. of.Originally, she also thought that this kind of vixen was ignorant and had no inkling, and only knew how to play tricks and seduce people's hearts, but after getting acquainted with Tu Jiu'er a little, Ming Yi realized that this kind of view seemed a bit unreliable.

Tu Jiuer, a fox, is well versed in taking care of Yangchun Baixue and Xialiba people. He loves reading, discussing poetry and drinking.He is free and unrestrained by nature, everything goes according to his heart, and he is not burdened by rules and regulations in the world. He likes to listen to storytelling in teahouses with a wine bowl, or pat the wine jar and talk about poetry and songs with scholars.It can also be seen from the letterheads she always handed over that she prefers to tidy up these things, even the gold-sprinkled cooked rice paper and the top-grade extremely black Hui ink are very particular.

Ming Yi sighed, looking at the letter in her hand.She remembered that in the original past, she ignored the letter, and when she got busy later, she completely forgot to go back to Tu Jiuer.

Now, it is better to go to the back mountain to have a look.Now that I have been able to live again, at least I have to see things and things that I have never seen before.

The avenue must not be deviated, but the details can always go to different places.

Ming Yi put the letter paper into her sleeve, tidied and washed it, and went out.

Less than a hundred feet away, a young girl in a blue robe came to meet her. When she saw her, she bowed respectfully and said, "Hello, Senior Sister Ming. Where are you going?"

This girl's name is Liu Fengxue, she is 17 years old, she came from the same school, they have known each other for more than ten years, they have always been close to her, and their relationship is much better than others.Some things you can't say with others, you can say with her.

"I'm going to the back mountain." Ming Yi told the truth.

Liu Fengxue was surprised and said: "Senior sister, are you looking for that little fox? Did you forget, the master master told you yesterday that you need to go to the main hall to lead the disciples to drink morning tea. If the master master finds out You still have contact with that little fox, the old man will be angry again."

"Fengxue, I had a bad dream last night, and now my mind is in chaos. I just want to find a quiet place to stay. Besides, I planned to persuade that little fox myself, hoping that she can leave here soon. Doesn’t it count as disobedience to Master’s wishes?”

Liu Fengxue bowed again: "Since that's the case, let's go, Senior Sister. I'll help you get round to Master."

Ming Yi nodded: "Thank you."

After saluting, without any fuss, Liu Fengxue headed towards the main hall.

Strange, somehow, she seemed subconsciously wanting to violate the established trajectory.In the past, such a thing as leaving the main hall to get tea to see Tu Jiu'er would never have happened anyway.

Perhaps faced with the opportunity to do it all over again, most people will choose to run in the opposite direction when they encounter the same choice.

Yuxu Palace is located in the north, so even though it is March, the weather is still cold and there is still fine snow in the sky.After walking for more than half an hour, Mingyi finally walked out of the territory of Yuxu Palace and found the simple wooden house.

The wooden house is not big, and it seems that it is only big enough for one person to live alone.There are two fences around the entrance of the wooden house. Some pheasants are raised in the left fence, and the right fence is slightly larger. It is divided into two pieces. One half is planted with green vegetables that only sprout out, and the other half is planted with a small piece of tea bushes.Two baskets were placed at the gate of the fence, and there were dried tea leaves in them.

Before she was alive, Ming Yi had lived here with Tu Jiu'er for a while, and she knew that life here was not as suitable as she imagined. , can even be called difficult.

Walking to the door, she hesitated for a moment and knocked on the door.

For a long time, no one answered.

Maybe I went down the mountain to drink again.

This door is not locked, and generally no one will find it here, and there is nothing valuable to steal.It stands to reason that if the owner of the house is not there, she should go back directly, but by some coincidence, she pushed open the wooden door with one hand, and walked in slowly hesitantly.

The messy desktop instantly caught her attention.

She approached the wooden table, which was where Tu Jiuer used to write and draw, and some of her written poems and sketches were messily placed on it.Next to the dried inkstone, there is a bamboo flute with spots, and under the bamboo flute is an old notebook, which looks very similar to my notebook.

She didn't remember that Tu Jiu'er had such a notebook when she was alive, maybe the little fox hid it too well.

Or maybe it was because she herself hadn't really paid attention to Tu Jiu'er at all.If you don't pay attention to her, you will naturally not pay attention to what is around her.

Mingyi moved the bamboo flute away, picked up the notebook, and turned to the front page.

"The fifth day of the twelfth lunar month of the Jihai Year. I slipped into A Yi's bedroom yesterday, hid herself, and saw that she was writing notes, so I read them for a while. Writing notes is a good habit, so I decided to start today."

"On the [-]st day of the twelfth lunar month in the Jihai year, my second sister sent a few tea trees from Qingqiu, in case I might not be used to ordinary tea. Although the tea trees are good, I keep them tasteless, and they will never bloom."

"The twelfth lunar month of the Ji Hai year. If it can't bloom, the water will be bitter. I really don't understand the tea ceremony."

"The fifteenth day of the first lunar month of the Gengzi Year. Today is the Shangyuan Festival, and Yuxu Palace also celebrates this day. There is a big banquet. Ayi didn't drink alcohol, but drank a lot of tea. I saw that she usually likes to wear tea-white clothes. I am also a tea lover. I am grateful for the tea tree sent by my second sister, and now I have to take good care of it."

After flipping through a stack, I happened to find yesterday's article.

"The third day of March in the Gengzi Year. When I went down the mountain to buy wine this morning, I saw this beautiful flute. Someone told me that it was made of Xiangfei bamboo. Today seems to be the Shangsi Festival again. I passed the letter to Ayi. Will come. She doesn't like to talk, although I always hope she can talk to me a few more words, but if she really comes, it's fine to just listen to me play the flute without saying a word."

Turning the page, I saw two scribbled sentences——

"The fourth day of the third month of the Gengzi year. In the shadow of apricot blossoms, play the flute until dawn."

Playing the flute...until dawn...

Until dawn.

An indescribable feeling surged in Ming Yi's heart, she closed the notebook and put it back in its original place.

Forget it, since he's not here, let's meet another day...

"Ayi, why are you here?"

Mingyi suddenly raised her head when she heard the sound, and looked at the woman at the door who asked this question with a look of joy.