I Want to be Alone, Beautifully

Zheng Zhiyu Mingming also likes her.

Xu Jiao could see it.

But the other party refused to agree to marry her no matter what. The girl in the dream had no choice but to secretly use the spiritual wine brewed by Zheng Zhiyu herself one day to get her drunk, and then secretly replaced Zheng Zhiyu with a... I have been sewing a wedding dress for a long time.

As soon as all this was done, the girl began to decorate the wedding room.

Candles, wine, peanuts, melon seeds...

She arranged everything.

Humming a song, I feel very happy.

Even counting when the time is right, she can wake up the awkward and stubborn Taoist nun and marry her. After all, she has already seen that the other party also likes her.

I just hope that Zheng Zhiyu won't be too angry when the time comes.

The place where the two lived was a temporary shelter, in a small mountain village. The people in the village worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, simple and kind. Just when the auspicious time was about to arrive, there was a knock on the door Voice.

Xu Jiao consciously leaned over the person who was leaning over, and when she opened the door, there was still a happy expression on her face, "Who...ah?"

The voice hasn't fallen yet.

There was already a pain in his chest.

She saw a woman with hatred on her face, and also saw the butcher's knife in the woman's hand. At this moment, the sharp blade was facing her, halfway into her chest.

The girl recognized the woman.

Earlier, Zheng Zhiyu took her and accepted this person's entrustment together, saying that her husband had been seduced by a fox-spirit, and wanted to ask a fairy master to help, so the two went together, but it turned out that it was not a fox who cultivated The ghost is a weasel. It was the woman's husband, the ancestor, who killed the weasel and his family, and now they come to seek revenge.

That weasel is stubborn, he would rather give up his cultivation to let this man die of heartache because of the loss of his love.

Zheng Zhiyu couldn't wake it up.

The weasel was no match for Zheng Zhiyu, and when he was still alive, he used himself as a curse, cursing that the man in that family would be extinct for three generations. At that time, whether it was the cursed man or the entrusted woman, they were all desperate and heartbroken look.

The man woke up from his confusion and kept scolding the woman: "Why are you looking for these charlatans! Even a weasel can't solve it! What should I do! What will happen to my curse in the future!"

"It's all your fault! A woman's opinion!"

Zheng Zhiyu originally planned to find a way to break the curse.

The girl has seen her plan many times to go to the Miao Village or go to the north, all for the purpose of breaking the curse, who knows...

She looked down at the knife on her chest.

The woman seemed to be terrified, but also as if her hatred had been decided. She looked around and thought that Zheng Zhiyu was not there, so she gave Xu Jiao a hard sip and cursed: "Demon Dao, it's all your fault! It's all your fault! It caused my family to be ruined! It caused us to lose our family! It's all because of you!"

……

Xu Jiao came to Zheng Zhiyu's point of view again.

She felt the pain of the nun rubbing her forehead after waking up from alcohol. She saw the beautiful wedding dress on her body and thought of something. Immediately afterwards, she suddenly started to tear the dress, muttering:

"no……"

"The catastrophe of love has not passed...you can't get married..."

In the middle of the conversation, she noticed a vague smell of blood in the air.

Zheng Zhiyu was startled, sat up and shouted out of the courtyard, but no one answered.

She had a strong bad premonition in her heart, she didn't even need to calculate anything, she already guessed who had the accident, she went out in a hurry, the wedding skirt that was too long under her feet blocked her, but fortunately she relied on good The body fucker stood firm.

Zheng Zhiyu kept telling herself to be calm, to be calm, but when she saw the figure in the pool of blood, she was still suffocated.

Immediately after—

She quickly went over and tapped the big acupuncture points on the man's body several times, trying to stop the bleeding, but the body of the man who was hugged was already cold.

The three souls and seven souls are about to disperse.

I'm exhausted.

Zheng Zhiyu hugged this person, but the first words that came to her mind were many years ago, when she carried this person out of the nominal husband's house, the other party asked innocently:

"I don't love him... Is this going to be a tribulation?"

Zheng Zhiyu only counted that day as the day when the other party crossed the catastrophe.

original.

It turned out that the calamity to be overcome was not the so-called husband, but himself.

Because the person the girl likes is her.

From the moment she rescued the other party, this girl has already been robbed.

It's no wonder that Zheng Zhiyu's marriage between the two of them is a big murder now, no wonder...

She didn't care that the red robe all over her body was stained with blood, and she sat there dumbfounded with someone in her arms. Many life-defying spells flashed through her mind, each of which she had heard and learned from her master. What I did, was also instructed by my master thousands of times:

"I passed on these spells to you, but our Taoists are all for the sake of longevity and the Dao. The Dao has its natural laws, but these spells are against the sky. I passed it on to you so that it will not be lost, but I hope you will never use it in your life."

The journey of cultivating immortals.

One step wrong, step by step wrong.

Zheng Zhiyu looked down at the pale person in her arms, and felt every voice in her head beckoning her, use it, you have been a Taoist in your life, you have done countless good deeds, and saved countless people, but you But you can't even save your lover, don't you feel useless?

Use it, since the master has taught you the spells, it means that you are predestined with them, and you will not be able to cultivate the Dao after all, why not be with her today, facing ordinary mandarin ducks in the world, and stay together for a lifetime.

Cast a spell, you only want one life, don't you?

But there is still remaining reason telling her——

Now send the other party to reincarnation, the girl will have a happy next life. In this life, the other party will follow her to do good deeds, and the next life will be blessed, and there is no need to become a thing that is neither human nor demon.

If you cast those evil spells that defy the sky, Zheng Zhiyu, you will just lose your life, and you want her not to be reborn after death, and just disappear like this?

People whose lives have been changed will not be recognized by reincarnation after death.

If the living change their lives, it’s fine, but the dead continue their lives forcibly, which is equivalent to changing life and death, reversing yin and yang, and violating the principles of the world. How can reincarnation recognize her?

Zheng Zhiyu sat in that courtyard all afternoon.

That night, she finally moved, cleaned the girl, changed her own clothes, cleansed, bathed, changed clothes, opened the altar, and did so, directly leaving the soul, and personally sent the other's soul to the underworld.

The pale white soul with the long tail clutched her sleeve desperately, with a guilty look:

"If I..."

"It's fine if I don't drink you. I deserve it. Don't be sad."

Zheng Zhiyu just replied "Yes" very lightly.

When I watched the person pass by the Sansheng Stone and was about to take the Naihe Bridge, the other party stopped and said to her: "You...you go back, don't send me off, you were the one who watched me go down the mountain before. , this time, I see you go."

Zheng Zhiyu looked at her, her feet didn't move as if they had taken root.

But the girl smiled at her: "Let's go, while I still remember you, I'll give you a ride. When I cross the Naihe Bridge and drink Mengpo soup, I won't remember you anymore. You should forget me too. Go build your avenue, go be your god."

Zheng Zhiyu stood still, just looked at her, and listened to what she said about becoming a fairy.

Looking at that face that was so good-looking even if it had become a soul, Zheng Zhiyu's most steadfast heart since he followed his master to cultivate immortality at the age of six or seven gradually began to waver...

Be a fairy.

Does she still want to be a fairy?

After entering this world of mortals, after experiencing this calamity of love, how can she become a fairy?

But she didn't want the other party to worry, she just turned her head back silently, hiding her thoughts as usual, this time she also carefully hid her struggle, pain and parting emotions, and walked out of the underworld as if nothing had happened.

She didn't know, but Xu Jiao knew that the girl didn't leave the Sansheng Stone, she just stood there in a daze, because Xu Jiao's angle changed again, and this time she returned to the girl with the same face and name as herself son.

She saw a person from the Sansheng Stone, Zheng Zhiyu.

It is said that when the souls of the underworld pass through the three-life stone, they can see the life of the person they cared about the most during their lifetime. Some souls care so much about their loved ones that they can't bear to leave, and insist on waiting in front of the three-life stone for the person they care about to come again.

The girl thought, she didn't have any wishes, as long as she saw Zheng Zhiyu forgetting herself and becoming a god, she would reincarnate and leave.

such……

In this way, she can also forget about this nun.

……

With such thoughts in mind, Xu Jiao stood in front of the Sansheng Stone for a long time.

She saw Zheng Zhiyu returning from the underworld.

The man didn't even change the Taoist robe on his body, just sat there for a long time in the wedding room she arranged, as if he was in a trance, then Zheng Zhiyu slowly raised his hand and touched the bright red hair under her body On the bed sheet, touch the lilies, melon seeds, and peanuts one by one.

At first Xu Jiao didn't know what she was doing.

Until Zheng Zhiyu got up from the bed, put those things away one by one, and then filled the two brand new glasses on the table with wine, picked up a glass by himself, and bent his arms, as if drinking with someone.

As soon as the wine glass reached her lips, Zheng Zhiyu put it down again, with a bit of shyness on her face, and a little blushing. After a long time, she lightly touched another glass that was already full of wine with that glass, and let out a cry. Crisp sound.

Xu Jiao heard her say:

"I do not blame you."

"You like me and want to marry me, why don't I..."

"Today is our wedding day."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Zhiyu raised his head and drank the glass of wine.

She poured herself another glass.

Xu Jiao watched her drink cup by cup, the liquid flowed from her face, chin, and everywhere, perhaps she was drunk, and after that, the corners of her eyes were also wet.

Like crying.

Also like spilled wine.

She tore off the Taoist robe on her body, put on the wedding dress that Xu Jiao secretly changed for her, and slept alone on the marriage bed.

Seeing this, although she didn't know what happened between the two of them afterwards, Xu Jiao knew at this moment why Zheng Zhiyu always wore that bright red wedding dress when she was with her.