no signs of spirituality

Changming Street gets its name from the ginkgo trees all over the street. In the depths of autumn, the apricot leaves are shining brightly, and gold flows everywhere, like golden crows falling to the ground, reflecting the everlasting brightness day and night, so it is named "Changming".Because the ghosts have been trapped in the mud for more than a hundred years, Changming Street has been deserted for a long time, and there are overgrown trees. Over the past year, the ghosts have spent a lot of time cutting trees to make way. Now they have barely restored the old scene, but the fallen leaves are piled up in late autumn. The weeds are all over the sky, and there is still a bit of depression.

Xie Lingzheng dislikes the alternation of autumn and winter the most. Although he didn't show it on the surface, Xiao Wuyin can also feel that he has been a little irritable recently. He spends less time on outings and joking, and spends more time drinking in front of the moon in the study, often in his dreams. Thinking that the stove in his arms was not warm enough, he woke up like a carp in the middle of the night.

Xiao Wuyin knew that the body of the five elders is not afraid of severe cold, Xie Lingzheng hates autumn and fears the cold, mostly because of calamity in his heart, and naturally no one knows better than him what the calamity is.

Chen Xiuxiang died in late autumn. On a day when the apricot leaves were yellow and the bones were frosty, the dim sunlight could not penetrate the veil of the red tent incense, and the dried blood remained on the withered leaves.

Xie Lingzheng was able to get out of his old illness, but his body couldn't, and neither could his soul.The scars on his hands, feet, neck will hurt, and there is no cure for the unreasonable heart palpitations. He needs a longer time to repair himself like a broken puppet glued together. Fortunately, Xiao Wuyin is by his side, so that he can forget the long days and nights , Eliminate the cold and loneliness.

When Lord Vulture came to look for Xie Lingzheng, the servant boy guided him to the study.

The study in Xie Lingzheng's mansion is in a corner of the small garden. It is rumored that it has been renovated this summer. It is made of white pebbles. , was also repaired by Baishi, with green leaves and vines on the water surface, and a pool of scorching red lotus bloomed out of season.

Mr. Vulture stepped forward and looked around curiously, only to feel that the surroundings of the pond were as warm as spring and summer, and as he approached the hut, a burst of warmth rushed over his face.

He looked up and saw the four characters "Liansheng Woxue" written on the plaque. The pen was written like a sharp edge, unlike Xie Lingzheng's. It is self-evident who wrote it.

Mr. Vulture rubbed his hands, his feet were a little weak, he stepped forward to knock on the door to announce, but the door seemed to know that he was coming, and it opened without wind.

Unconsciously, he tiptoed in, only to feel that the room was warmer and damper than the outside, and there was no one in front of the case, but there were two vaguely figures on the soft bed behind the snow-blue gauze curtain.

Mr. Vulture looked at his nose, nose, and heart immediately, cleared his throat, and was about to speak, when he saw Yi Yubai's back of his hand lift the gauze curtain, his eyes suddenly met the stern face of the white-haired fairy, and just as he was about to speak, he saw the other person Comparing a "silence" gesture.

He stared blankly, and saw that His Royal Highness Lingjun was taking a nap on the soft couch. The room was warm, and Xie Lingzheng was still wrapped in a thick quilt, hugging the heater, with his face resting on the fairy's lap, and one hand was not light or heavy. With a strand of white hair.

He didn't react for a while, and then he noticed Xiao Wuyin's faint eyes swept over him, he hurriedly looked away, smiled apologetically, and asked in a low voice: "Shall I go outside and wait?"

His voice was extremely soft, but Xie Lingzheng still opened his eyes, yawned a little, rubbed his temples, got up and took a white plum pattern robe, which he didn't wear, just put it loosely on his shoulders, and leaned against the window He smiled and said, "Mr. Vulture, have you found what I asked you to look for?"

Mr. Vulture nodded hurriedly, and said: "Let's leave it to the supervisor. I should be in the stable in the backyard now——Did I come at the wrong time? I'm quarreling with you to rest."

Xie Lingzheng thanked him, then shook his head and said, "I just took a nap, I should have woken up at this moment, it's okay, there are other things?"

Mr. Vulture smiled and said: "It's not the little ones below. It's easy to relax these two days, and set up the stage of the red tent fragrance again. Tonight, I invited a few young people to listen to the opera, drink and cook together. Lu Rou, I want to invite you together, but I dare not come to the house to disturb, so I have to be shameless and ask you for them."

Xie Lingzheng smiled slightly: "In the past, I loved the Red Tent Fragrance stage the most. Now that it's being rebuilt, I'm going to be there, so please thank the caring people on my behalf."

Mr. Vulture nodded again and again, and boldly glanced at Xiao Wuyin, who was standing by the side who remained silent, and hurriedly said goodbye and left.

After Mr. Vulture left, Xiao Wuyin put away the messy scrolls on the couch, and asked, "Did you buy a horse?"

Xie Lingzheng nodded, and raised his eyebrows quite proudly: "The new batch from the racecourse, I heard that there is a 'Zhaoye Jade Lion' in it, but they can travel thousands of miles a day, and a group of people are eagerly watching and planning to snatch it. Hurry up, I asked him to go and settle the deal for me first, and he brought me home so soon. I'll go and have a look, Master, will you accompany me?"

Xiao Wuyin remained silent and didn't answer, as if he had something on his mind, before he could ask again, he got up and walked behind him, and took off the coat that was draped over his shoulders.

Xie Lingzheng understood what he meant, opened his arms obediently, let him put on the robe tacitly, buckled the belt and pendant, and finally put on the crown.

He didn't know if he was too sensitive, or the study made of warm stones was too hot, Xiao Wuyin's hand was too warm, which made him feel a little itchy.

Xiao Wuyin said softly: "Let's go."

The two went out one after the other, Xie Lingzheng got a new favorite horse, his expression was much brighter than the previous few days, his moves were very clear.

Xiao Wuyin probably knew that with his appearance, he was planning to go on a long trip.Dead leaves and decaying grass are annoying, Xie Lingzheng can't hide his carefree thoughts after all.

He stopped suddenly and asked, "Will it still hurt?"

Xie Lingzheng paused.

The ghost world is not a thriving horse market, if not for the scars left by many ghosts that would never heal under the Snow Blade, these "Zhaoye Jade Lions" would never be as popular as they are now.Similarly, if it weren't for the chronic illness of his left foot, Xie Lingzheng would not need to rely on a mount if he wanted to walk the rivers and lakes.

He looked down at the bluestone under his feet, and wanted to prevaricate by saying "I just want a pet for company" or "I just want it to look good", hesitated for a moment, and finally said truthfully: "It hardly hurts anymore, it's just After walking for a long time, you will feel a little numb." After speaking, he laughed again: "It's probably because I have been lazy for the past few months, and I am motionless, and I want to find a mount when I go out."

Xiao Wuyin didn't respond, but just pulled his right wrist and gently touched the rough scar.

Xie Lingzheng stopped talking, and both of them slowed down unknowingly.

The wind blows the yellow leaves, crushing a piece of withered yellow leaves with every step, Xie Lingzheng looked at the broken yellow leaves and dry stems, and suddenly said: "Master for me... I have heard Lingxi say about the extraction of fairy bones. There is one thing I don't know whether to ask, that day on Mount Yingtai, the master cut the snow—"

"I never planned to abolish you." Xiao Wuyin interrupted, "You have repeatedly provoked people in the ghost way, and I have anger and resentment in my heart. If one heavy punishment can make you draw a clear line from them, I will But losing a pair of fairy bones is not a problem."

Xie Lingzheng paused, then smiled helplessly: "Now I have failed Master's will."

Xiao Wuyin shook his head, turned around to look at him, his eyes darkened: "It's fine if you're like this."

Xie Lingzheng was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at the blue sky in the distance, and laughed loudly: "The master treats the fairy bones as a joke, and the apprentice sells the fairy bones for wine money. It works well, and you blame me. I am not with you. Learned?"

Xiao Wuyin was speechless for a while when he spoke to him, and then he sighed after a long time, and lightly reprimanded him without the slightest anger: "Stubborn."

The two of them came out after watching Zhaoye Jade Lion, and it was getting late, so Xie Lingzheng planned to go out to the Red Tent Fragrance's theatrical banquet.

Xiao Wuyin saw that he had chosen a red embroidered brocade dress and was dressed like a dazzling linnet, so she raised her eyebrows, Xie Lingzheng looked back at him with a smile, and said: "I told people to prepare water, Master should take a bath first Change clothes, let go of the horse smell."

He couldn't help smiling when he said this.Just now the two went to see the snow-white horse, Xie Lingzheng liked it very much at first glance, he rode it for a couple of laps, but he was a bit reluctant to get off, so he followed the saying "the silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star" as an example , named this jade lion "Meteor".Meteor is quite close to Xie Lingzheng, but for some reason, he has a bit of hostility towards Xiao Wuyin, and he just takes a bite, holding the immortal's strand of white hair and refuses to let go.Immortal Yingtai was obsessed with cleanliness, so he couldn't bear to be sprayed with saliva by a beast. He was furious, drew his sword out of its sheath, and cut off half of the horse's tail with a silver light.

Xie Lingzheng hastily ordered the groom to take away the shooting star, and asked someone to prepare water for Xiao Wuyin, but the fairy still looked sick, he thought it was funny, and he didn't dare to coax him directly like he did to the waist monk and the mud monk, so he had to pretend to persuade After a few words, he pulled people into the bath, and then left home for the banquet with a smile on his face.

As soon as Xie Lingzheng entered the table, someone made fun of the embroidered robe on his body. He glanced at the dots of white plums embroidered on the red sleeves, and explained: "This is the fabric that was chosen for me in the mud."

Everyone praised him for his heart, and several young men and women stood up arm in arm, and bowed to the big red stage in unison.

Guidao has always put pleasure first, and insists that everything can be done according to one's heart, so although no one mourns the death of the waist, no one misses her or misses her.

Half of the banquet was set for Xie Lingzheng. As soon as several people filled the wine to start the banquet, the leader waved his hand, and the wine jar was lifted up together with the stove. Xie Lingzheng was not polite, and the celadon bowl was filled with amber syrup, and he said: "Why is this stove so big? It's overkill for warming wine."

"No!" The man shook his head and said a few words, then a few boys brought up an oilcloth, opened it in public, and found a deer leg wrapped in it, "My father hunted a deer by accident while besieging the Western Mountains. Strange deer, big and meaty, the meat is extremely delicious and nourishing, so I sent someone to bring it that night, just in time, today, while it is fresh, we will listen to the music while listening to the moon, while roasting the meat and drinking wine, wouldn’t it be beautiful?"

Everyone said yes, and they didn't want others to help. They rolled up their sleeves and began to cut the meat on the stove. Some of them were not familiar with Xie Lingzheng, and they were still a little afraid of the reputation and prestige of "His Royal Highness". Look at him, when his housekeeper is not around, he can have fun."

Xie Lingzheng froze, and scolded him with a smile: "You know best."

As he said that, he joined the crowd with his sleeves rolled up, took out a dagger with a blade like water in his arms, wiped it lightly with a brocade handkerchief, and began to cut fishy smells together, drinking and talking happily.

When the sky was completely dark, the heavy curtain of the red tent incense was slowly opened, and "Shangyuan Night Idiot Meets the Man" was sung. Xie Lingzheng stopped chopping when he heard the song, looked up at the stage, and knew at a glance It's still the old couple, but I can't move my eyes.

The red sleeves are fluttering, singing and playing, either a slut comes, or a stalker goes, a relationship breaks up, reunites, the adhesion is unclear, and the tarsal bones are covered with cuts and bruises, and finally there is a "bang", like a firecracker bursting , The drama of a lifetime becomes a drama.Flying around and looking at the flowers, you can only remember one or two moments of love, three or four moments of sorrow, five or six days of pain, and the rest are all long memories of each other and cuddling each other, which is not bad. It's not good either.

Someone at the side called him, he suddenly felt that he was a bit too indulged, and immediately raised his glass in return, the wine tonight was sweet and strong, and within a few glasses, his throat felt a little hot.

After eating all the meat and drinking, the night is deep, people are quiet, the banquet is about to end, a few people came up to help Xie Lingzheng, and wanted to send him back to the mansion, but he shook his head and refused, saying that he wanted to brag for a while night wind.

Naturally, the crowd would not force him, and left one after another. Before leaving, the leader stuffed a small wine jar into his arms and winked: "It is easy to feel tired in autumn, this is specially prepared for you. Drinking a cup at night can somewhat warm your internal organs.”

Xie Lingzheng never refuses wine, this night he drank a little drowsy, so he didn't listen carefully to what the other person had to say, he held the wine jar in both hands and said "thank you", after the crowd dispersed, after some time, he stumbled Standing up, jumping up to the stage with a wine jar in one hand, he sat down on a set of falling stone benches, and lay down among the scattered petals. For a moment, many images flashed in his mind, including Mount Yingtai and others. Nixia Dao, there is Bo Hugong, Liu Yaoyao, and Xiao Wuyin.

He hadn't been so drunk for a long time, and tonight he deliberately got drunk, as if he could only be sober when he was drunk, and only then could he see clearly what he was thinking and what he wanted.

In a daze, he slapped open the seal of the wine jar, a scent of medicine came to his nostrils, there was a cloud of medicinal wine in the jar, he didn't pay attention to it, he brought it to his lips and drank it, a gust of heat flowed into his stomach, calling him His cold body felt a little warmer.

He looked at the moonlight, smiled foolishly, and when he was about to drink again, a slender hand took the wine jar in his hand.

He said in a daze, "You are here."

After thinking about it, he poked his tongue out and smiled, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Like a snowbird, Xiao Wuyin descended from the top of the stage, condescendingly looked down at the drunken man talking and laughing among the flowers, and asked in a deep voice: "Shall I take you back?"

Xie Lingzheng couldn't help shaking his head: "I'm not going back, I want to sleep in a place where there are flowers, wine and moon, blow the wind, listen to music, and have a sound dream." After he finished speaking, he paused, and then said, " Xiao Wuyin, you never drink, can you make an exception and have a drink with me today?"

Xiao Wuyin's fingers trembled, he couldn't hear Xie Lingzheng calling his name like that.

Not to mention wine, he can drink poison that rots through viscera.

He didn't take the wine glass, but imitated Xie Lingzheng's appearance, and tasted the fine wine he had never touched in the wine jar, a burst of pungent bitterness poured into his throat, his chest was hot, and his stomach was like a fire.

His face was a little stiff, and he looked at Xie Lingzheng rather puzzled. He didn't know why Xie Lingzheng liked this black thing so much. He only felt hot and bitter, and his eyes were dizzy and sleepy.

Xie Lingzheng laughed loudly and said, "Have another sip?"

Xiao Wuyin didn't answer, just sat on the stone bench beside him and put the wine jar aside.

Xie Lingzheng looked at him blankly, seemingly puzzled, and said: "Xiao Wuyin, take another sip?"

Xiao Wuyin lowered her head helplessly, picked up the wine jar again, and took a sip.

The fire in his belly reached between his eyebrows, he took a light breath, and subconsciously ripped off the collar of his underwear.

Xie Lingzheng smiled softly: "Xiao Wuyin, this is the first time I saw someone who was drunk after only two sips of wine, and if I let you take another sip, I'll carry you back." The wine jar in Xiao Wuyin's hand was restrained by Xiao Wuyin.

Xiao Wuyin looked at him deeply, his eyes behind the light were especially dark, and he said: "I'm asking you a question, how are you thinking now?"

Xie Lingzheng was stunned, his stomach was still hot, but he was half awake from the alcohol.

Xiao Wuyin said: "If you don't deserve me, I won't pay you back."

Xie Lingzheng was so angry and funny, he couldn't believe that such rascal words came from Xiao Wuyin's mouth, but Xiao Wuyin still looked at him with a serious expression, without any intention of joking.

He murmured: "Xiao Wuyin, you are drunk."

Xiao Wuyin said: "I'm jealous."

Xie Lingzheng was puzzled: "What?"

"I'm jealous." Xiao Wuyin leaned forward suddenly, "I'm jealous of your friends, your horses, flowers, moon and wine. They make you happy, but I can only make you cry."

Xie Lingzheng was stunned, he subconsciously grabbed Xiao Wuyin's shoulder, trying to deny it, but his throat was numb.

Xiao Wuyin didn't say anything, and tentatively leaned forward to kiss him, he didn't hide, the moist wine smeared between their lips, it was as hot as honey with strong poison.

When his lips parted, Xie Lingzheng suddenly felt thirsty, but the wine jar was still in Xiao Wuyin's hands, and he wanted to reach out to take it, but Xiao Wuyin sensed his intention, and the evil thought called "jealousy" became stronger and stronger in an instant. , The wine jar was dumped, and the white-haired fairy poured the remaining half of the jar of fine wine on himself. The amber liquid spread on the silky hair, penetrated into the snow-white clothes, and burned the porcelain-white skin red.

Xie Lingzheng was dumbfounded, and said in a hoarse voice, "You..."

Xiao Wuyin looked at him vaguely: "Just promise me."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled down the red curtain on the stage, wrapping the two of them in the dark and confined space, he asked: "You once said that you would form a spiritual contract with me, get married, and enjoy the joy of fish and water. It's good to have a knot, is it still counting now?"

Xie Lingzheng suddenly understood what he meant. Unexpectedly, he didn't feel absurd or embarrassed. The hangover made him respond softly: "Would an immortal be unable to stand drinking velvet wine?"

Xiao Wuyin shook his head, then nodded again.

"It's disrespectful." Xie Lingzheng raised his head, and boldly put his cold hands on the corners of Xiao Wuyin's red and hot eyes.

"I don't want you to respect me." Xiao Wuyin whispered, he grabbed Xie Lingzheng's palm, turned it over, and gently kissed the scar on the wrist.

I don't know if it was because of drunkenness, but Xie Lingzheng felt his voice trembling in a trance, and the rippling moonlight was reflected in his eyes, as if there were tears:

"I'd rather you hate me more...

...then offend me. "