One Sword Nine Ya

Chen Weichen's phantom appeared again.

The black hair is like ink, the ring is jingle, and the words and smiles are Yanyan.

When I looked carefully again, it dissipated like mist again.

The gray mist in the good fortune platform gathered, and the original chaos gradually became orderly.

Probe down with spiritual thoughts, break through the layers of fog, and the vision will fly across the whole world.

The demon world and the human world overlap, and the common people are in catastrophe.

The lights in the streets were chaotic, demons were flying, there was screaming, corpses were strewn everywhere in the alleys, and there were not even one living person in ten.

However, some of the flying demons are gradually disappearing, becoming nothingness and turning into mist.

Ye Jiuya naturally knew the reason.

What that sword killed was not only Chen Weichen, but also the demonic way of heart that he left in the world.

Only a sword from the Ruthless Dao Three Heavenly Layer can break the Heart Demon Dao.

That person was so deliberate, exhausted, and even used Wenhui, hinting everywhere that what he wanted was just the last sword.

Ye Jiuya withdrew his divine thoughts in the human world, and turned to look at the erratic mist in front of him.

He raised his hand and touched the mist with his fingertips, as if he was slowly tracing something.

His eyes stopped at a point in the void, and his heart was suddenly empty of love and hatred.

After a long time, I left here.

When they walked out of the Fortune Terrace, the atmosphere in the Glazed Hall was tense.

Chi Juntian's magic circle was full of momentum, the golden brilliance centered on her and Wen Hui, and boundless luck was flowing from Wen Hui to herself.

Chi Juntian took Wen Hui away half a year ago, and at that time laid a formation on him.Wen Hui and Chen Weichen's fates are compatible, if the way of heaven wants to appear in the world, he must use his body, then activate the luck formation that has been laid out, and then he can seize the luck of heaven and earth for his own use, and replace it with the way of heaven.

Ye Jiuya remembered when he first met Chi Juntian, the inscription she chiseled outside the stone cave of Guixu said:

The mountains are high and the waters are wide, who will come here to open up the chaos

The earth is far and the sky is long, I also want to smash the universe

Planning step by step, until today, the obsession is about to come true.

However, Ye Jiuya used to side with her because of the emperor, but today he can't.

What Chen Weichen wanted to do has not yet been completed, there is no way of evil in the world, and there can no longer be a way of heaven.

The Nine Ya Sword was slowly unsheathed, the pitch-black sword had no trace of luster.

Chi Juntian laughed.

"Although the surname Chen obstructed me everywhere, he did a good deed in the end." She looked at Ye Jiuya and said, "Ye Jiuya, you are no longer at the third level of the Ruthless Dao—I'm afraid Lian Chu The disciples who entered the Immortal Sect are not as good as them!"

"You don't know the sword, and you don't know me," Ye Jiuya said lightly, "You shouldn't speak out loud."

Chi Juntian smiled back: "I really don't know swords, but I don't have to fight you myself."

At this moment, I only heard a terrified cry from outside: "The gate of heaven is broken——"

Dark clouds billowed in the night sky, and thunder exploded.

The luck of heaven was on the verge of being drained, and the long-lived candles were extinguished in the glazed hall, and all the decorations lost their luster. trace.

The more than a hundred people stationed at the mountain gate were able to fly up the mountain smoothly.

They looked at the scene in the temple, and for a moment they didn't know what happened.And behind him, thousands of heart demons roared, like black clouds overwhelming the city.

This situation seems to be a catastrophe, no one can be spared, even these immortal cultivators who have been pure and pure all the year round, are just like the most ordinary mortals, full of despair and fear.

Queen Yu's face was pale, his pupils were dilated, and he could hardly stabilize his body. He looked at Ye Jiuya: "Ye... Ye Jianzhu, what should I do now..."

Before Ye Jiuya could speak, Chi Juntian spoke.

"The plan of the Fortune Terrace has been completely destroyed by Ye Jiuya," she said with crazy eyes and a loud voice, "This person has always been entangled with Chen Weichen, the Taoist of the heart demon, and finally turned his back and turned his back on the immortal way! Now the world at the foot of the mountain has become a hell of the mind demon. ! Irreversible!"

Queen Yu shook his head in disbelief, but was stunned again, and took a few steps back: "I... when I was at Fuyaotai, I did see them..."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone who was already affected by the maze and illusion looked at Ye Jiuya in disbelief.

At this time, Chi Juntian was in charge of the fate of heaven and earth, and every word and sentence was extremely coercive: "Now that his realm has fallen, he has no power to resist - punish this traitor!"

On the chessboard, those who make the move don't have to fight in person.

What Chi Juntian said was right, she never needed to deal with anyone by herself, she had someone to be her sword.

Just like at this time, all the people of the immortal way pointed their fingers at Ye Jiuya.

The stage of good fortune has been opened, and the disaster of the inner demon is intensifying, which is one of the evidences.

Ye Jiuya's state of ruthless swordsmanship is no longer there, Xu Shi's intentions are no longer pure, which is the second evidence.

Chi Juntian's words and Yu Huanghou's words are the third evidence.

What's more, at this time, there is only despair in the hearts of everyone, and the fear has turned into anger.

I don't know who drew the sword first, only heard the sound of blades, all pointing at Ye Jiuya.

Lu Hongyan remained expressionless, she raised her epee and stood in front of him: "If you want to kill him, kill me first."

Xie Lang sighed, and stepped forward to stand in front of Ye Jiuya: "The world is in decline, and people's hearts are so chaotic. The Tao can't do much, this fairy, it doesn't matter if he doesn't cultivate."

Xing Qiu was playing with the pitch-black flute in his hand, leaning on the porch pillar, coldly glanced at the crowd, although he didn't speak, the meaning was self-evident.

It's just that they are mere three of them, after all, they seem to be alone.

——but the old cripple patted Lu Lanshan on the shoulder.

The master of the sword platform in the South China Sea still had a calm demeanor, and walked in front of everyone: "Now we are still alive, everyone may as well..."

Before the words fell, a voice from the crowd was heard: "Under the overturned nest, how can there be any eggs!"

They became chaotic again, the leader flashed his sword and attacked Ye Jiuya.

Lu Hongyan drew her sword, but Ye Jiuya held her shoulder with one hand.

"No need." He said lightly.

I saw that he went straight past the few people who wanted to protect him, and instead of drawing out his sword, he put the sword back into its sheath.

That action didn't seem like he didn't make a move, but he felt that the hundred people in front of him were not worth his sword at all.

First, a few flashing and streamering blades hit him.

And he just lightly used the scabbard rung.

The weapon was broken at the waist and fell to the ground.

All the people who lost their minds came out with their swords and attacked together.They hold various weapons and wear all kinds of robes, like a torrent of colorful colors.

That white shadow is facing the torrent, like a mantis holding a chariot.

——No one can come forward.

He no longer had sword intent, so naturally he lost the chilling cold white sword light when he made a move.But it is precisely because of this that people can really see the meaning in his every move.

Nothing fancy, just extremely fast and extremely stable, but invincible.

Lu Lanshan sighed: "I heard that Sword Master Ye was praised as 'collecting the great achievements of sword skills and developing the style of sword intent'. The world only remembers it, but no one cares about the previous sentence."

At this time, he is that sword, with every move, no one can beat him.

Even, his condition got better and better. At first, he was just parrying, but later he became more comfortable and gained the upper hand.

At this moment, there is no boundary in him, because he is the sword in his hand.

The sword intent and sword energy all disappeared, as if a thousand sails were exhausted, returning to a broader calm.

At this point, his sword picked out the last bit of impurity.

Triple Heaven Outer Heaven Outer Heaven.

Lu Hongyan watched his moves with bated breath——Ye Jiuya's sword was always deadly, sharp, cold and sharp, but now it was a little more ethereal, and the white clothes fluttered around, as if there were all kinds of prosperity. .

The previously aggressive crowd fell to the ground.

Only Ye Jiuya stood in the center of the hall in white clothes, with a full moon behind him, and the breeze blowing through his robe.

After late spring, Fangxin has passed, and the forest flowers are withered all over the ground.

His face was still flawless, and his figure was still tall and straight, but in that figure, Lu Hongyan could see a thrilling loneliness.

A little affection, a lifelong concern, has just taken root, but no one can tell.

"I have seen countless sword techniques in my life, but I am not as good as Brother Ye just now." Lu Lanshan said, "Do you know the source of this sword technique?"

"Jiange doesn't have such a sword technique, but he has written a mind method before, so it must be. Although there are still differences, I think he has other understandings." Lu Hongyan was a little lost, thinking of the mortal world. After those days, she said softly: "That mental method...is called "Long Lovesickness"."

Wen Hui fell to the ground in a faint. Before losing consciousness, he murmured "Young Master".

Chi Juntian was drawing the last trace of luck from him, and looked at Ye Jiuya warily.

Ye Jiuya was about to draw his sword, but the old cripple coughed: "You don't need to work hard, Xiaoyou Ye, I still have some old things that I haven't bothered with my junior sister."

He looked at Chi Juntian: "Junior Sister, I don't know if the bet from the past is still worth it?"

Chi Juntian said indifferently: "I am about to incarnate into the Dao of Heaven and gain eternal life. You have already lost."

The old cripple laughed hoarsely: "Junior Sister, you are always spoiled and always think that everything is as you wish."

Chi Juntian said: "No one has ever been used to me, but everything is exactly as I wish."

An almost gentle smile appeared on the old cripple's face, and he said, "You have never believed in divine punishment."

Chi Juntian said: "I am the sky."

The old cripple: "There is a sky beyond the sky."

Chi Juntian sneered: "It's nonsense."

"Those who play the secrets of the sky should be fearful," the old cripple sighed, "Junior Sister, the disciples of Tianyan must be more cautious than others, this is not groundless."

Chi Juntian's complexion became ugly, not because of the old cripple's words, but because the aura in her body was surging and out of control.

Ye Jiuya, who was watching with cold eyes, finally said: "The way of the heart demon and the way of heaven are dependent on each other. If the way of the heart demon has been dispersed, the way of heaven naturally does not exist."

"That's why he seemed to want to kill you just now, but he actually thought of you as the emperor's mentor and wanted to save you." The old cripple said.

Chi Juntian's expression was a little crazy: "Xiao Jiuzuo, you..."

"However," the old cripple coughed a few times before continuing reluctantly, "A mortal elder brother always protects his younger sister. As a senior brother, I should also protect my younger sister."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw those turbulent energy, like a flood, pouring from Chi Juntian's body and rushing towards him.

The old cripple continued intermittently: "You just tied up this child for dozens of days, and laid out a formation to divert luck... But I have stayed in his and Boy Chen's hometown for 20 years—Junior Sister, you beat me so much!" After many years, I should be allowed to win once."

Chi Juntian coughed up a mouthful of blood, leaning against the glass pillar with his back, his face pale.

The old cripple smiled: "You are obsessed too much, you have already become a demon, always thinking of taking the way of heaven and replacing it to break your fate, but you don't know there is another way."

I saw him suddenly looking at the Shengsheng Creation Platform, the energy in his body swelled wildly, and said: "Disciple."

Lu Lanshan stepped forward and supported him.

Chi Juntian was stunned.

"You are only allowed to accept disciples, but I am not allowed to accept you?" The old cripple laughed, "A few years ago, when I traveled all over the world, I met a good seedling and led him to the immortal road. I thought that my disciple would be the leader of the immortal road , I never thought that someone like Ye Xiaoyou would be born again."

Lu Lanshan helped him to the platform of good fortune, and when he got close, he saw the old cripple pinching spells with his hands, all the momentum of the formation was on him, and with an incomparably deep and chaotic aura, he turned into a flying star and bumped into the platform of good fortune.

After a loud noise, this treasure of heaven and earth fell apart.

And where it disappeared, a hole was ripped open, and thunder rumbled.

To the endless, abyss-like void.

And the glowing flying stars spread in the void.

The mouth slowly closed.

Lu Lanshan said to Chi Juntian: "Master said that after the platform of life and fortune is broken, it will surely tear up the world, and he will open up a new world outside this world. You must do the way of heaven and repeat the old way. After all, it is not as good as he broke and then stood up. If the people of the future generations have cultivated to the extreme, and then turn to the demons, can transform the demons with their own minds, or completely merge with the demons, they will be Dzogchen. , you can go to that new sky, where there is no limit to the number of destiny, it is up to those who come to continue to open up, although it is extremely desolate now, after a few lifetimes, it will gradually prosper, which is for real ascension."

Chi Juntian lost all his strength and said nothing.

Mr. Lanshan, who has always been gentle and polite, spoke so bluntly and aggressively for the first time: "Have you ever thought about why you are so successful? Why did you just meet Wen Hui? Why was it so easy to open the world of demons in the South China Sea?" channel?"

Chi Juntian shook his head.

"It's Master who asked me to help you," Lu Lanshan said in a low voice, "The world of demons was opened because of him, the formation of moving luck is because he sent Wen Hui to you, and even Chen Weichen came to the immortal way because of his guidance And then... In this way, even if there is cause and effect, and there is punishment from heaven, it is all on him and has nothing to do with you—even if you never give him a single thought, he always loves you."

Chi Juntian grabbed his face with his right hand, his white hair was disheveled, and suddenly he laughed almost collapsed.

There was a hint of hoarse crying in the smile.

She suddenly remembered many years ago.

She was still young, and was led by her master through high mountains and dense forests, deep streams and valleys, and came to Tianyan Gate.Outside the hall are green grass and green trees, under which there is a chessboard, and the disciples either hold books to study, or sit in twos and threes, or gather together to watch people play chess.

There are not too many rules, and when disciples see the master, they just smile and salute.

The two chess players were so fascinated that they didn't even notice the master's arrival until one of them conceded defeat and sighed: "No more, no more, senior brother, I really admire it."

Only then did they realize that the master was on the side, holding a young girl by the hand, and they had been watching for an unknown amount of time, and they couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Wan Tengfu caressed his beard without being annoyed: "Jiu Zuo, come to see your little junior sister. I am old as a teacher, and I will ask you to teach her for me in the future."

Xiao Jiuzuo stood up. He was handsome and had a beautiful smile. When he got close, he lowered his voice and called, "Junior Sister."

——As if afraid that once the voice is raised, it will disturb the young girl who has not yet grown up.

She didn't care about these, raised her head and said, "I want to play chess with you."

Wan Tufu caressed his beard with a smile and said, "Jiuzou, I'm afraid you will meet your opponent this time."

The disciple who gave up before said strangely: "Is there anyone else who can match up with senior brother?"

Xiao Jiuzuo smiled softly, flicked his sleeves, and all the black and white pieces fell back on the chessboard: "Junior Sister Come First."

In that round, Tianyan's senior brother who was the best at deducing fate and making strategic plans met the junior junior sister who had just entered the school, and the end result was tied.

Later, as she got older, she set up the chessboard again, winning more and losing less. Xiao Jiuzuo was never angry, but only praised: "Junior Sister is really talented."

And later, as time grinds, the situation changes——

She muttered to herself: "I forced you..."

He grew up in Tianyan since he was a child, and has always respected and loved his master, but in the end he helped her steal the treasure and betrayed the master.

He has always believed in the destiny and never disobeyed the precepts of his ancestors. In the end, he set up a complicated situation and took all the karmic punishment she deserved on himself.

See you again after many years, Xiao Jiuzuo is dying at a dilapidated fortune-telling booth under a peach tree.

——But he was once handsome, gentle, and stunningly beautiful.

Chi Juntian's laughter gradually faded.

Obsessions become demons, shattered overnight, after all, it is too late.

The old things come to mind, the chess game where the winner and loser can not be divided, lingering for nearly a hundred years, after all, she failed to finish the game, and the whole game was lost.

Lu Hongyan was still thinking about what Lu Lanshan said just now, and she laughed "ha": "That time in the South China Sea Guixu, Wen Hui was clearly caught, but suddenly fell, it turned out to be you—and the South China Sea covenant, my heart You were the one who took the lead in the disaster of the devil, I thought Chen Weichen was the one who hid the most, I never thought you would be more seamless than him."

She thought of all the strange things in the South China Sea, and she suddenly realized something, but suddenly met Lu Lanshan's eyes.

It was an indescribable look.

As if looking at some treasure.

Lu Hongyan stood there as if she had been scalded.

She also remembered many strange things related to herself.

For example, when he was about to jump off Guixu, Lu Lanshan stopped him.

Another example is that on the day of Feng Chan, Lu Lanshan came late after encountering the inner demon, leaving Xie Lang, who knew better, not asking, but asking himself, even after Chen Weichen disappeared and Ye Jiuya left, he invited himself to live in the South China Sea.

And... even Ye Jiuya mentioned it inadvertently. When he and Lu Lanshan wrote letters, Lu Lanshan mentioned himself.

When the old cripple called "Tuter" just now, his words were like a thunderbolt, which woke her up like a dream.

She looked at Lu Lanshan, word by word: "Lu Lan... Shan, Lu... Lu Lan..."

Her home is just an ordinary businessman. It was not a scholarly family at first. When she has a child, she chooses a nickname at will, calls it at will, such as boudoir name, first name, watch character, etc. When she grows up, she asks her elders and husband to take it.

The merchant is a merchant who makes silk, satin, dyeing and weaving, and the child's nickname is also colorful.

The name Lu Hongyan was chosen by her later master, and it was originally a single red letter.

——and the elder brother alone has a blue word.

Lu Lanshan looked at her with infinite tenderness in his eyes, which was much more real than all the polite smiles he had when facing others before.

But Lu Hongyan shook her head, her voice biting into tears: "The whole fairy world knows that I'm looking for my elder brother from back then—"

Lu Lanshan said: "Master's path is too difficult and dangerous. If I am not careful, I will not be able to survive. If I fail to succeed, the people will be miserable, and the disaster of the demons will be caused by me. I am the biggest sinner, so I don't recognize you. Now that the way of the heart demon and the way of heaven are destroyed, Master said that Chen Weichen also has his own plan, after the return of the heart demon, the dead will wake up and dare to recognize you."

The mask was on her face, and she couldn't see Lu Hongyan's expression, only tears seeping from the edge, Lu Lanshan reached out to take off her mask, Lu Hongyan choked up, shook her head desperately, broke away from him, and ran out of the hall go.

Lu Lanshan had no choice but to call out "Sister" and chased him out.

The hall returned to silence, Chi Juntian lowered his head, his eyes were empty, motionless.

Xie Lang sighed: "Today's events are actually more difficult to understand than the most difficult scriptures Xiaodao has ever read. Sword Master Ye, Xiaodao went back to find Qingyuan—no, the sword master has already gone to Huandang Mountain and has become a master." The Emperor...then Your Majesty, Xiaodao will take my leave first."

Xing Qiu fiddled with the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said, "Brother Ye, let's just say goodbye."

Wen Hui frowned, and gradually woke up. Seeing Ye Jiuya's face, he was stunned for a moment. After a while, his face was full of tears.

"Young master..." He trembled all over, groped to reach the folding fan, closed his eyes, almost out of breath.

That is the pain of losing a loved one.

After a long time, it gradually calmed down.

He is completely a mortal at this time, unable to bear the high cold of Huandang Mountain.

Ye Jiuya took off his outer robe and put it on his shoulders.

"Young Master said, he knows you blame him," Wen replied, "Young Master taught me how to control the way of heaven and deal with immortals, and also asked me to speak out in the illusion to help you break through the barriers in your heart and reach the realm of the third heaven. He kills."

"Young Master said, if you are truly heartless and desireless from now on, then that's all. If you still have the heart, let it go slowly. Don't linger in the world and be trapped in the world of mortals. You are deceived, lied to, and owed to you in this life. The next life will come. return."

The moon is setting, and the sky is breaking.

The chaotic night gradually subsided. Countless mortals woke up and found themselves lying on the street or under the bed, and there were many people lying around them like corpses. They woke up one by one. They didn't know what happened in the night. It's a little different from before, and I can't tell why it's different.

The morning mist wets the stone road of Zhichen Mountain, and the corners of the temple eaves are faintly visible in the mist.The little novice walked ahead, and said crisply, "Why don't you leave?"

Xing Qiu smiled and said, "You want me to go, but I want to stay."

"Amitabha." The little novice uttered the Buddha's name: "I have to tell the abbot of Kongshan quickly to save you, a monster, so as not to disturb the purity of my Buddhism."

Xing Qiu quarreled with him: "If you are not stubborn, how can you be considered a monster?"

The little novice shook his Zen stick: "But I have never seen any evildoers come to the temple by themselves."

Xing Qiu said: "Naturally, they are here to harm the purity of your Buddhism."

The little novice was so angry that he wanted to jump, but fortunately he reached the gate of the mountain, and Master Kongshan was standing at the gate, saying: "Kongjue, beware of anger."

Looking at Xing Qiu again, he made a Buddhist salute: "The almsgiver is here to seek salvation?"

Xing Qiu: "Someone has saved me."

"But for repayment?"

"The grievances have been settled, and there is no debt."

"But in remembrance?"

"Can't be chased."

"But for making a wish?"

"No wish."

Master Kongshan smiled kindly and said, "In that case, the benefactor will follow me."

The depths of the Buddhist hall were dark and silent, and the green smoke dissipated.

The Buddha statue leans forward and looks down at the world.

Xing Qiu slowly raised his hand, his fingertips vaguely traced the outline of the Buddha statue, his eyes were a little confused.

After a long time, he put down his hand and walked forward slowly.

The purple clothes dragged the ground.

——So he knelt down in front of the Buddha.

——From then on, I am neither a demon nor a fairy.

The back of the Huandang Mountain goes down, which is the place where the soul returns to the six realms of reincarnation.

Along the way, the vegetation became more and more barren, and finally a dark crack appeared.

In the gap, boundless, is another world, although it is dark and cold, it is neither silent nor dark.

It seems that there is light somewhere, but it is very dim, floating everywhere coolly, and I can only see things within two or three feet.

The sound of running water echoed in the distance, and the ground was jagged with strange rocks, but there were some thin white flowers blooming in the crevices of the rocks.There are still some things floating in the air, like human souls, some are floating around, some are whispering.

Ye Jiuya walked towards the sound of the water, but was suddenly grabbed by the corner of his clothes. He lowered his head and saw that it was an ugly little ghost, with red and black skin, bumpy, fangs and horns, staring blue. Looking at him with his eyes, he smiled strangely, and his voice was hoarse and ugly: "The beauty on the mountain! How did you come here!"

As soon as it sounded, countless similar sounds resounded throughout the place, but it was not an echo, but many little devils with similar appearance appeared out of nowhere.

They clustered beside Ye Jiuya, and they asked in a sharp voice, "What are you doing here!"

Ye Jiuya also asked them, he looked at the white shadows in the sky and asked, "What is this?"

The little ghosts scrambled to answer: "It's human obsession!"

Ye Jiuya asked again: "Why didn't you linger?"

The little ghosts laughed happily, and the one who grabbed Ye Jiuya's clothes first said: "Of course I haven't forgotten it, and I can't enter reincarnation!"

Ye Jiuya asked again: "Where is the soul?"

Little ghost, you look at me, I look at you, suddenly laughing and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground for a while, and when you have laughed enough, you answer: "The soul is in the obsession!"

Before Ye Jiuya could ask again, they asked in unison: "Quickly, what are you doing here!"

Ye Jiuya said: "Come to find someone's soul."

The kid asked, "What's your name?"

"Chen Weichen."

The little ghost giggled and said, "There are quite a few people with the surname Chen, and there are also a few named Weichen. I don't know which one are you looking for?"

Ye Jiuya paused for a while, then slowly said: "I want to find the one who only has one in this world."

The little ghost whispered to each other, then stood up and said, "We know which one it is!"

Ye Jiuya: "Where is he?"

But the little ghosts jumped around and screamed: "We don't care about the soulless things!"

"It's out of our control!"

"It's out of our control!"

Ye Jiuya said: "He also had a soul a long time ago."

The little ghost said: "What are you doing with that thing!"

Ye Jiuya said: "I promise to find him in the next life."

The little ghost seemed to have heard some big joke, and laughed together: "If it's gone, it's gone! He doesn't have an afterlife! He lied to you!"

He lied to you.

Ye Jiuya gently closed his eyes, and said in a much softer voice, "He can lie to me, but I cannot lie to him."

The little ghost rolled his eyes: "If you want to give him an afterlife, you have to give us some benefits!"

Ye Jiuya said: "Is it a benefit that can be paid, or a benefit that cannot be paid?"

The little ghost giggled and said, "As long as you are willing to pay, you can always afford it!"

Ye Jiuya nodded: "Okay."

The first little ghost started to go deep: "He is not here, he has to go further!"

Ye Jiuya followed the little ghost's footsteps and walked towards the dark and unfathomable depths of samsara.

The other hundreds of little ghosts followed, talking at first, then laughing, laughing, and singing.

The farther he walked, the more blurred his figure was, the little ghost was already hidden in the darkness, and the shadow of the white clothes gradually disappeared into the depths, leaving only the sound of singing still echoing back and forth.

It is sung:

"The sky is blue, and the earth is vast.

The dead return to Yin, and the living return to Yang.

The living have their li, and the dead have their hometown.

Life and death have different paths, and there is no solution.

So far, let's live here, don't get in the way! "

The maid of the Chen family was sweeping the study room, and suddenly found that a book was not arranged neatly on the top shelf, she reached for it, but accidentally touched it on the floor.

The morning breeze entered the window, and the pages of the book were blown up, the ink and pen were red, and the pages passed by.

to the last page.

"In the late spring of the Gengxu year, Wei Chen and Ye Jun co-authored it in Zhiqiu Bieyuan in Nandu. The bright moon outside the window, the bright candle on the desk, the world of mortals, a big dream."