Fragrant bones leave the soul

The masked stranger finally appeared in Sishui Town, Jiangnan.

Early in the morning, people gathered around the octagonal well where the water was drawn, with red faces, exchanging secrets about last night in a mysterious way:

"I just said he's coming soon? Jianshui Town and Moyun Village should all be here!"

"I saw it with my own eyes when I was in the hut last night! But a tall tall man 'slid' from the eaves, and disappeared."

"Me too, me too. It looks so refreshing. With my waist down and my face covered, it looks amazing from the back!"

"Although my eyes are not good, my ears are one of the most auras. From the time the sun sets, Wang Fugui's East Wing on the other side of the mountain began to creak and creak, making people unable to sleep..."

At this time, the crowd clapped their hands and laughed loudly: "Grandma Li, are you old enough to not even know about things? Wang Fugui married a wife last night!"

"Spoken! Doesn't the old woman know the sound of marrying a wife?" The gray-haired old man got angry, and poked the ground with his walking stick, "It's clearly a ghost and an immortal..."

Unfortunately, her voice was quickly drowned out by the chirping laughter of others.

Alas, that's right, since Wansheng Pavilion was put to death, Jianghu has been really lonely for some time.Not only Zhu Wengui, the leader of the bandits, was captured, but also the wanderer and bandit commander who had been on the moon and left a fragrance.The handsome man who knows how to play the flute the most returns to Mount Hua, and the blushing Taoist priest closes his door to practice Taoism again.The beautiful girls in the cardamom age in the Jianghu have lost their hearts, and they will talk about the young hero who "fighted Shaolin Temple" and "sworded Fang Siming" from time to time.

"Oh, I don't know where the young man is now, why is there no news at all?"

"I don't know if he looks good or not."

"I don't know if I'm married or not."

"What kind of marriage do you want to marry? I'm afraid that a young hero with such a high talent will be taken in by a real person to cultivate immortals like in the storybook. Then he will ignore the affairs here. He can live for eight hundred thousand years without changing his color!" His tone was exaggerated, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, regretting endlessly.

And what ended the public's blind obsession with this young hero was the strange man just mentioned—whose whereabouts were erratic, who was a fascinated teacher, who covered his face in plain scarves all day long, and dedicated himself to calming the world's injustices.

Fang Siming's sleep was light, but now he was half awake, listening to the movement outside in a daze with one ear stretched out.When he heard "Sword Picking Fang Siming", his face changed suddenly, he snorted coldly, and peeled off the hand on his body and threw it aside.

"What's the matter?" The memory of the poor young man was still in the gentle village of last night, and he couldn't recognize the situation clearly.He guessed that he occupied the bed again at night, so he moved to the edge of the bed, and touched the neck of the person next to the pillow with one hand, trying to wrap his arms around him.

Once, it didn't move; twice, it didn't move; the third time it was empty, Fang Siming pulled his clothes and jumped off the bed.

"Huh?" Shaoxia rubbed his eyes, turned over and blinked at him.

None of the gossip I heard made me happy—but Fang Siming was a very thin-skinned man, and he couldn’t get his breath out, so he had to beat around the bush to find it. something?"

"I don't care."

"...Where did you go last night?"

Don't you know where I was last night?The young man pushed the quilt away, yawned and pointed, the slender legs and the suspicious part were looming, "Here, you forgot? Do you want to..."

shameless!Fang Siming blushed and looked away.

"What's the matter?" Shaoxia pondered his expression, turned his head with difficulty when he just woke up, and swore hastily, "Even if something happens, it has nothing to do with me! I haven't done anything since last month. Besides, didn't you put away all the masks..."

Speaking of the last pouted, I was a little aggrieved.Fang Siming thought about it, and thought it made sense—then the people in the village last night would definitely not be masked strangers, so who is it?

"Don't fix all these things. I'm starving to death. Let's go eat hot pepper..."

Before the word "soup" could be said, the overwhelmed Flying Eagle crashed in through the window, rolled his eyes and fell down on the small tea table.

"Hey." The little thing called out miserably, struggling with its short legs to beckon its master to help.

Ouch.Little pink papers hung on the thick short legs, and some were sprinkled with perfume.Shaoxia had a premonition, wailed, and quickly reached out to grab it, but was blocked by Fang Siming.The latter sneered, holding the letter box with his fingers and skillfully dismantled it.

"Don't, don't touch my letter!"

Protest is invalid.

Fang Siming was expressionless, unfolding a piece of paper and reading coldly:

"I have heard that you have been a hero for a long time, but you are covered with a plain scarf, and you are not able to see him. I feel very sorry. There is a saying, 'Hearts are pity, and the horse's head is round.' Even if you have a lack of face, what is the problem? , The humble concubine is willing to be the one who knows the prince. Tossing and turning, dare to ask King Xiang if there is a dream evil?

——The writing is good, is King Xiang going to Wushan? "Fang Siming twisted the note and finished reading, looking at the young man from the corner of his eyes.

What Xiangwang Goddess, he knew that nothing good happened, it was over!Shaoxia blushed with embarrassment, stretched out his leg and hooked Fang Siming's waist, just wanting to rush over and snatch it.Fang Siming didn't say a word, surrounded him with one hand, and picked up the second one with the other hand - compared with the first one of Qu Qu's teeth, this one is much simpler, and there are only a dozen of them in total. Character:

Masked Knight: Last time you saw me washing my feet, take responsibility as soon as possible.

"Huh?" Xia Siming didn't look at it now, and put down the note.

"I was wronged!" The young man wailed, "She wronged me!"

"That nice girl wronged you?"

"Really!" The young hero tugged at his sleeves, gesticulating with dancing, "At that time I was hiding from the servants of Yingtian Mansion, and the girl poured a footwashing water on my feet, and screamed! I'm dead, and the guard's dog chased me for half the street, and I almost couldn't come back..."

Fang Siming thought of his embarrassment at that time, he didn't hold back, and hooked the corners of his mouth.Young Xia immediately climbed up the pole, squeezed all the letters out of his hand, and stuffed them into the crack of the bed.While humming, he shook his hand, "Don't be angry, I didn't even show my face to anyone—at worst, I'll give you the face towel next time, and let you go..."

"I'm not as free as you." Fang Siming smiled, pushed the boy away, and continued to rummage through the ball of paper.

"Don't look!" Shaoxia covered his eyes and wailed, through his fingers, he saw Fang Siming take out a small gray ball of paper from the bed, and waved it in front of him.

"Stop pretending—look."

"This is?" The young man didn't realize what was going on, he just let the man's hand unfold the ball of paper, glanced at it, and his expression changed instantly.

"Wang Fugui is missing."

"Oh." Fang Siming raised his eyebrows, not surprised.

"I don't know who wrote the letter, probably a woman."

Not interested in.

There were three words clearly written on Fang Siming's face.

"Understood. Let's go eat." He stood up, put the young man wrapped around his body on the ground, and got up to get dressed.

"Aren't we really going to take a look?" Shaoxia tilted his head, "Come with me... If you lose your father for nothing, the little girl is very pitiful."

"People are looking for a masked stranger, not me." Fang Siming thought of the phrase "Fang Siming with a sword", his eyebrows twitched, "When the time comes, there will be a little girl pouring water on you to wash your feet, and I will be an eyesore."

"They don't dare! Please." Shaoxia thought about the taste, and was overjoyed, "It's not because you refused to join me... Last time, I was locked up in the stable alone. Most of the night, I almost didn't freeze to death; last time, that profiteer's darts went really fast, if I slow down a little bit, just a little bit..."

well.Fang Siming sighed, thinking of the occasional occasion when he was brought back in the middle of the night, his head hurt a little.

"Besides, if you really don't want to go, what are you going to do with it..." Shaoxia muttered softly, but didn't dare to say it.

"Just once."

Wang Fugui is as wealthy as his name.Le Shi is kind and rich, not to mention the small Sishui town, but the entire Guangling, and his name is written on eight of the ten dams.But the strange thing is that no one knows what kind of family he is from, let alone the name of his ancestors. He grows up in Surabaya Town alone like an egg, but no one thinks there is anything wrong.

"It's said that this guy picks a lot. He made a deadly rule that there can only be one star of oil in his meal a day." When he said this, the young man was already walking on the mountain path leading to Wang Fugui's house. Itchy ankles.Looking at the sky where the sun was about to set, he turned his head and stretched out his hand to Fang Siming, "Be careful, it's still wet here."

"Look at yourself first, I've never been blind." Fang Siming felt a little funny, and frowned slightly, "Would ordinary people build their houses in Shanyin?"

"Who knows," Shaoxia curled his lips, but still pulled his hand over and clenched it tightly in his palm, "I wouldn't be surprised if it was you who were hidden in the shade of the mountain. A lively and healthy person…”

Hey Hey hey.

Fang Siming gave him a subtle roll of the eyes, and the young man grinned, tripping over his feet.

"Who put the bricks in this damn place..."

"Brick" was glowing green in the dark, looking a little scary.

"Don't move!" Fang Siming lowered his voice and pulled the young man behind him, "This grave is very strange."

The gloomy breath snaked up the ankle like a snake, and the expressions of both of them became serious.

"Are you still going?" Shaoxia tilted his head, not as if he was "asking", but as if he was urging.

"Of course." Fang Siming narrowed his eyes, "I have seen quite a few graves in my life, and there are not many more."

"The little girl is still inside."

Wang Fugui's home is in the most central part of Liangshan.The mountain road is winding and winding, the forest is dense, and the banyan tree branches and claws hook people's clothes, and they can't distinguish things after a few steps.It was already dusk when he saw the lights of the palace, the young man looked up at Fang Siming, and laughed.

The man frowned slightly, with a cold expression, originally he looked like ice and snow, but on his snow-white long hair, there were a few blue curly ears, green and shiny, he was very lively and playful.

"How did you make it like this?" Shaoxia suppressed his stomachache from laughing, "No, I can't help it hahahahaha—lower your head!" He stepped on his feet and helped Fang Siming take them off one by one, and put them on the The palm of his hand flashed in front of his eyes, "It's really incredible, it really is recruiting, and even the fruit of recruiting is more than others..."

"Annoying." Fang Siming glanced at the ear roll, blushing for some reason, and strode away from him.

"Hey, wait a minute, I'm afraid of those in the deep mountains and old forests!" The young man smiled playfully, waved the little green ball in his hand, and followed in a few steps.

Picking and picking ears, not full of baskets.

Sigh, I cherish people, and set them around.

"Shh!"

In front of him was an ordinary courtyard with three entrances, the windows were closed tightly, and there was no sound of people, only occasionally a few tree shadows passed over the roof.The two looked at each other, and then they turned up on the roof together.There is no light in the house, and even the moonlight is dimmer than other places.In this bleak moonlight sat a girl about seven or eight years old, dressed in red silk, not moving or smiling.

"Go and have a look." Fang Siming pushed the young man's elbow, "Go through the gate."

"Aren't you going?"

"I'll take a look elsewhere. Two men, don't scare the children." Fang Siming put on the brocade mask of "The Masked Stranger" of the young hero while speaking, and touched his head, "Something calls me .”

"Understood. Don't pat your head, I'm not a dog." The young man muttered, turned over and fell to the ground, and gently knocked on the nanmu gate.

"Is anyone there? Is anyone there? Yes..."

At the third sound, the door opened with a "squeak", and the cold air mixed with the smell of old furniture overflowed from the crack of the door, making the young man shiver.

"Excuse me, what's the matter?" The old woman who opened the door was an old woman with a muddy complexion, but her words were very clear.

"Ma'am, excuse me," Shaoxia smiled at her obediently, "I passed by here at night and lost my way, if you dare to ask..."

"Come in." The woman turned her side, as if she was used to it, "There are only Miss and I in the house, please don't walk around casually."

She lit a lantern and led the young man across the courtyard.The courtyard is looped with nine twists and turns, and tuberose is planted all over the place. The delicate and strong smell almost makes people dizzy.

"Did Daddy come back?" The little girl sitting by the hanging flower door opened her mouth at this moment.The voice was smooth and delicate, lightly contained in the mouth, not like a human voice, but like a delicate musical instrument, completely empty.The young hero was apprehensive, and a little bit on guard in his heart.

"No, no, I'm just passing by by chance to stay overnight."

"Oh." The girl sighed faintly.She spoke strangely, but there was a bit of vitality in this sigh.

"Has your father gone away?" Shaoxia asked halfway across the garden.But the girl just stared at the hanging flower gate, without any response.

The young man was slightly embarrassed, but the old woman took it for granted, and answered, "I'm going to the town to do business."

She helped Shaoxia push open the dilapidated wooden door, and pointed inside, "Master, let's rest here first."

The inside of this room is more gloomy than the courtyard, it can almost be called ghost shadows.

"Okay, thank you ma'am, I'm sorry to trouble you." The young man thanked him and frowned slightly.

People here seem to be living as usual, who wrote to tell him that "Wang Fugui is missing"?

Is Wang Fugui really missing?

Shaoxia lay on the bed in his clothes, with goosebumps all over his body.

The woman and the girl were still in the courtyard, but they didn't know where Fang Siming was.

While paying attention to the movement outside, he couldn't help but feel drowsy: the smell here is so weird that it almost makes people fall down.The young man raised his hand to seal the two air points. Fang felt a little better, but he was worried in his heart—Fang Siming's skills are good, but in such a weird place, even if he encounters a female ghost that sucks human bone marrow, he will not be afraid of it at all. Not surprised.

——I knew I wouldn't get him involved.

After half awake and half asleep for an unknown amount of time, a cold hand wrapped around his waist.

"I'm worried about you coming alone." The visitor put his chin on his shoulder, as if he knew what he was thinking, and hugged him sideways, "What if the female ghost takes it away."

asshole.This person has not improved in anything in the past three years, only his words have become more and more annoying.The young man settled down in the familiar smell, wrapped his arms around his legs, and said nonsense:

"It won't happen now. When the female ghost sees the beautiful brother coming, she will eat you first, and then eat me in two or three days... When we meet in the female ghost's stomach... Ouch, you pinch me Well?"

"Noisy." Fang Siming was so teased that he curled the corner of his mouth, and reached out to cover his mouth, "boring."

"Obviously it was you who said it first..." His voice became softer and softer, Shaoxia struggled a few times, but without moving, he simply opened his mouth and grabbed Fang Siming's fingers, biting them with the tips of his teeth.

"Hey... are you a dog?" Fang Siming let him mess around, and finally there was a smile in his voice.

"No, I'm a glutton." The young man said vaguely, but the movements of his mouth were very neat, and the tip of his tongue climbed up the other's fingers, soaking every inch of his knuckles in the softness.

"Enough is enough." Fang Siming raised his head slightly, "Don't stay here..."

"Chengchengcheng." Shaoxia didn't want anything to happen at this time, so he let go of him with a feigned sigh.Moved to the side, leaving a gap between the two, and honestly talked about the business:

"I just noticed that the woman should live in the side room, but the west wing is for girls."

"Well," Fang Siming nodded absently, "continue."

I don't know what he was thinking, but now that the young hero is far away, he instead attacked the city, moved to the side, and filled the pitifully narrow gap, his eyes were clouded and opened Look at the young man.

"There are only two people in this family. The servant and the little girl don't look like the one who wrote to us... Hey, Siming, are you listening to me?"

Fang Siming was silent for a moment, "Let's go back."

"What's wrong with you?" Young Xia suddenly became nervous.In the past three years, Zhu Wengui's legacy has not never occurred... Although the number of outbreaks this year has been very few thanks to Zhang Jianzhai's prescription, but every time it is fatal.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have brought you here. Let's go back now..."

"No, Yaolang, don't panic, I'm fine." Fang Siming held him down and lowered his eyes, "I just feel that Wang Fugui is a little pitiful."

"what have you found?"

"Guess, why are there so many tuberoses here?" Fang Siming looked at the young man and paused every word, "To cover up other smells."

——The stench of blood and death was all too familiar to him.

"Come on, let's find the girl who wrote to us."

"So the tuberose is planted here to cover up the smell of the corpse?"

Turning over from the back cover room is a piece of undulating sandy soil and gravel. The surrounding scenery is similar, with jagged rocks and no grass growing.Whenever the young hero thinks he has nowhere to go, there will always be a winding road in front of him, and a lonely and deserted path stretches out faintly.Shaoxia walked behind Fang Siming for an unknown how long, until he was dizzy, and finally smelled the strange smell of tuberose in the dark, very beautiful and very strange.

"Have a headache?" Fang Siming turned to ask him.

A splitting headache.The young man shook his head and replied, "It doesn't hurt."

"Be brave." Fang Siming hooked the corner of his mouth, "Open your mouth."

The young man obeyed his order almost unconsciously, a cool pill was stuffed into his mouth, and his consciousness slowly came back.

"Is this... long soul Gu?" The boy's eyes widened.

Not bad, Long Soul Gu.According to the legend, people live on human blood to keep the living alive and the dead alive. The price is that the living suffer from cutting bones and hearts every day, and the dead feed on the blood of young girls every year. In 200 years, Gu will be formed, the living will die, and the dead will live.

Long Soul Gu and Tuberose are always accompanied by each other.

There is nothing strange on the ground, and there is nothing strange in the flowers themselves.Fang Siming stared at it for a moment, a cold light flew out of his hand, twelve icy needles pierced a purple-red petal, the strange flower withered immediately, the ground cracked silently, and a dark area appeared behind the stone door. of stairs.

"Take it." Fang Siming threw a fire bag into the young man's hand, "Follow me closely."

After stepping on the first step of the stone steps, the stone door slowly closed, and the tunnel was plunged into complete darkness.It was the first time for Shaoxia to see this poisonous secret technique, and his heart beat fast.

"Don't be afraid." Fang Siming said softly.He took the torch from the young man and lit it with a "huh".

"Is there anything frightening here?" Shaoxia struggled to adapt to the darkness, and walked slowly down behind him.The light was very limited, and it was only on a small piece of Fang Siming's clothes, but he felt very relieved.

"On the contrary." Fang Siming stopped halfway.He turned sideways and lit the candle lamps on the narrow passage one by one. When his sight was clear again, the young man was almost dumbfounded.

The walls are covered with exquisite pictures.The brushstrokes seem to be quite old, and the colors on the painting are only shades of red, in various poses, and they are all women—the same woman.Some are dressing in the mirror, some are reciting books by the window, and some have only a few strokes, but they have a natural attitude and a natural posture.

The corners of the eyes and the ends of the brows are [-]% similar to the girl in the courtyard.

"Poor Wang Fugui, a scholar, has lived for 200 years and still doesn't know how to install hidden weapons in this tomb, but he knows how to draw every appearance of his sweetheart here. Whether he is stupid or not, it is really a lovesickness." Fang Siming also stared at the picture painted with blood, and commented softly.Seeing the young man staring in a daze, he gave him a sideways glance, "Is it pretty?"

"It's pretty..." The young man nodded, and quickly denied it, "No, it's not pretty, I mean this painting..."

"It's a pity that he has already become a ghost, but Wang Fugui is reluctant." Fang Siming smiled faintly, and slid his slender fingers across the mural.The sad story on the mural has been silent for 200 years, and finally came to life in his mouth:

"Wang Fugui 200 years ago had a decent name, Zhou Anpan. It's a pity that this name didn't give him a good appearance like Pan An. He was still short and vulgar, and he lived in the academy every day. Selling paintings to make ends meet. One day, Ms. Wang from a rich family came with her nanny and asked Zhou Anpan to draw a painting. Unfortunately..."

"love at first sight?"

"That's right, 'the wall will look at you from a distance, and you will be heartbroken when you see the king'. When he saw Miss Wang, he felt that the heavenly girl came down to earth." Fang Siming raised his eyebrows slightly ironically, "—but the painting is for Miss Wang Zhou Anpan was an honest man, he didn’t dare to have any unreasonable thoughts about the young lady, but he suffered from dementia since then. After the young lady got married, he sold the ancestral house and moved the painting stall to the next door to the young lady’s husband’s house.”

"'As long as I can see her once in a while, that's good too.' He must have thought that way at the time." Shaoxia said, feeling a bit of sympathetic melancholy in his heart: love in this world is generally like this, where you don't know where it starts and where it ends.

"Maybe." Fang Siming gave him a meaningful look, and continued, "In the next three to five years, he painted in front of his husband's house every day, but he never saw the lady again. But it's normal to think about it. The young lady was supposed to stay out of the gate. When he was not painting, he relied on the servants who came and went to guess the young lady's body, food and clothing, and he was satisfied. Until one evening when a fire broke out in her husband's house, he rushed into the After going back and forth to the fire scene, everyone was rescued, but only Miss was not seen.

What do you think? ——The husband's family was originally a dandy family, but since the old man died, it gradually fell into disrepair, and encountered famine again, leaving only an empty air.The whole family couldn't afford to eat for several generations, so they started the business of "selling people" - selling them as "two-legged sheep".He started selling maidservants, and when all the maidservants were sold out, it was the young lady's turn.Miss Wang was sold to the East Village with her mother-in-law the day before yesterday.When other people found out about it, they secretly said that the owner of this household was vicious, and that this fire was the punishment of God.

Zhou Anpan rushed to the East Village immediately, but before it was too late..."

"Not bad!" When the story reached here, a vague figure appeared behind the stone gate.For a while, he looks like the tall and thin Wang Fugui, and for a while, he looks like the short and wretched Zhou Anpan, haunted by illness and ghostly.

"You're right!"

The figure laughed sharply at Fang Siming:

"When I arrived, meat was being boiled on the farmer's stove... The young lady was lying on the straw pile at the door, and she was still blinking... The hole in her leg was so big that it couldn't be blocked, it couldn't be blocked... Zhou Anpan is a stinky painter, useless for anything, nothing useful!! There is only a pen sharpener all over him. I have never even killed a chicken in my life, but in the end I took a knife for painting. Wiped my lady's neck...Miss, my lady!"

The bright red murals in the cellar gave off a gloomy smell because of his words.

The boy was slightly taken aback.

"So you used long soul Gu?" Fang Siming smiled.

"good."

Every year, a young girl's blood is used to make offerings to keep the living alive and the dead immortal. In 200 years, Gu will be formed, the living will die, and the dead will live.

"That's right. This year is the 190th year." The one who asked them for help was the 190th innocent girl, the bride of "Wang Fugui" yesterday.

"I'm a literati, and I couldn't beat them, so I had to marry them." Wang Fugui grinned, "I gave their parents a lot of money, and they..."

Before he finished speaking, a plum blossom dart flew out from Fang Siming's fingertips, rubbed against Wang Fugui's ear and nailed it to the wall.

"You..." Wang Fugui trembled.

"Fake." Fang Siming glanced at him lightly, "Eternal Soul Gu is fake."

"Do you think that if you tell me like this, I will stop? You are dreaming!"

"I am obsessed with obsession, and I kindly persuade you, but you don't know what to do." Fang Siming put on a contemptuous and mocking smile, "You can open the coffin where the corpse is buried to see if it is dead..."

"Shut up!" Wang Fugui screamed, and the sharp knife came out of his hand and pierced Fang Siming's heart. Fang Siming turned slightly, and the dagger wiped the cloak and fell to the ground.

"careful!"

"It's okay." Fang Siming wiped the corner of his clothes, and whispered to the boy, "Aren't you going to save that girl? You just go."

"Okay." Shaoxia nodded, and disappeared down the stairs in a few steps.Fang Siming watched him walk away, Fang turned around and looked at Wang Fugui.

"I won't let you destroy mine, no!" Wang Fugui's eyes showed a look of madness, and then he hit the plum blossom dart nailed to the wall with the back of his head—the plum blossom dart was nailed squarely to the lady. On the pearl hairpin in the mural, there is a bit of color, charming and moving.

It reminds Wang Fugui that he can never beat the man in front of him——

"I beg you..." He prostrated himself on the ground and grabbed the ground with his head, crying loudly, "There are only two people left, please, please let our lady go, I will succeed soon... "

The clinker Fang Siming's face became even more ruthless:

"No, not two, but three. You forgot? You have a 'daughter' at home."

"Haha, yes, Ruirui..." Thinking of his daughter, the corners of Wang Fugui's eyes and brows were stained with joy, "Ruirui is the girl I chose after a long time...... She looks so similar to her, imitate her It's so good again... When Miss comes back, Ruirui is the best host for the soul... Ruirui, Ruirui, my poor Ruirui!"

He was crying and laughing, tears, snot and blood mixed together and dragged all over the floor.

Fang Siming's face became extremely gloomy, and a terrifying halo gathered in his palm.

It turned out to be like this, he was probably thinking of himself, that's what happened in that haunted house... The young hero stood on the stone steps behind him, supporting the unconscious "bride", with a little worry in his heart: If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't let it go. He is in this muddy water!

Wang Fugui also saw the young man at this time, and hope suddenly lit up in his eyes: he bit the dagger with his teeth, and rushed towards the young man.

well.Fang Siming sighed: Wang Fugui is a fool, why do you think Yao Lang is easy to provoke?

However, in a blink of an eye, the "bride" was pushed into Fang Siming's arms, and the sword energy in the young hero's hand was like a swimming dragon - bypassing Wang Fugui, and hitting the young lady's sarcophagus directly.

With a "bang--", the outer coffin exploded into countless fragments, and countless dust burst out.In the coffin, the black threads are turned into dust, and the eyebrows are turned into dry bones. How can there be any face like life.

His lady was no different from any other skeleton in the world.

Young Xia heard the scariest screams in his life.

——Wang Fugui has only called this once in 200 years.In this roar, he changed from a ghost to a dying old man with teeth shaking.

What is the purpose of lingering on for 200 years?

"what--"

"Fugui, Anpan..." Shaoxia gently touched his back, unable to address him for a moment, "Look..."

Fang Siming followed his gaze.

There is a thin piece of paper scattered among the smelly and dry bones, with the head of a gnat and moth eyebrows on the broken ruler. The beauty is lifelike, smiling with her neck down.

The gray-haired Wang Fugui wanted to reach out to pick it up, but the piece of paper quickly crumbled, fluttered, and turned into dust in the air.

Wang Fugui smiled contentedly.

He picked up the broken hairpin on the corpse extremely slowly and firmly, and plunged it into his throat accurately.

"Miss, An Pan has lived too long." Holding the bones of Sen Ran, he finally experienced the happiest moment in the past 200 years.

It was too late, the road was far away, and they brought an unconscious girl with them, so they slept in the forest outside the tomb that night.

The sky was like a curtain, and the moon was like a wash. Fang Siming leaned on the young man's shoulder, not saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Are you cold?"

Fang Siming shook his head.

The young man sighed, took off his robe and wrapped it around his body.

"Yao Lang..."

"Ok?"

"You must be thinking, how can I be so clear about that kind of Gu, right?" Fang Siming didn't know whether it was because of the cold or something else, his fingernails pinched red marks on the back of his snow-white hand.

Shaoxia noticed this, responded lightly, and then broke off his fingers one by one, held it between his fingers and pulled it into his arms.

"Yeah." He nodded against Fang Siming's hair.

"I...my adoptive father once asked me to check the long soul Gu, and he also wanted this." Fang Siming quickly glanced at the young man when he mentioned "adopted father", but the latter still hugged him with downcast eyes, nothing special expression.Fang Siming then took a deep breath and continued:

"He has no children, and neither do I... so he has to live forever. I found many people for this, and the more I searched, the more I found it boring. What's the point of living alone in the world for hundreds of years? So I'm sick Very Zhou Anpan, but in fact, when he was talking just now——I understood him."

"Yeah." The boy buried his head in his neck, encouraging him to continue talking.

"If there was anything wrong in Shaolin Temple, you died because of me—I would also use the long soul." He raised his head and looked up at the young man, "But I am worse than him, because I know It's fake, but I still do it."

"I don't know you yet." The boy smiled, reached out to cover Fang Siming's eyes, and lowered his head to kiss him, "So I will be careful and live a few days longer than you."

There are cries of red resentment in people's hearts, and they fail to live up to the spring and February days.

(One)

It was already the evening of the second day when I returned from Wang Fugui's house.Wang Fugui's 800 years of bastard life is nothing else, but the money is really a lot.Shaoxia looked around and felt that his family was indeed richer than his own, so he didn't feel ashamed to keep the money, so he had to give Yunmeng a famous post.

"Little sister, if you want to go out to study medicine in the future, go to her."

The little girl didn't know what happened, so she thanked the young man softly.Fang Siming sighed, flicked his sleeves and walked away quickly, until he reached the banyan forest where he came, and then slowed down, letting the young man walk ahead of him.

The two were silent all the way, Fang Siming only spoke when they walked out of the woods, "Yao Lang..."

"Huh?" Shaoxia's heart tightened, usually there is nothing good in such a tone.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

"No."

"Then come with me." Fang Siming smiled slightly, and walked to the river by the young man's wrist.

Shaoxiapoor, "Don't talk about the wilderness in broad daylight..."

"Don't move." Fang Siming raised his hand, tilted his head slightly, his jade-like fingers brushed lightly over the young man's hair and skirt... and smoothed off his emerald green curls.

"Do you know why you didn't have it on you when you came here?" While stroking the corners of his mouth coldly, "Because I helped you choose it in front."

(2)

When Wang Fugui's "bride" woke up, she was in the arms of the masked knight.

She blinked her eyes twice, and felt that two arrows swished in her heart, and she felt a little sweet pain.

"Girl?" The man blinked his golden eyes.

"Hey." "Bride" blushed tenderly, "Dare to ask the knight's name?"

Since then, the breathtaking beauty of the masked knight has spread in the rivers and lakes: white hair and golden pupils, as graceful as a frightened bird; This passage and a montage of a masked beauty were printed on an unreliable quack book, and the sales were very good.

Today in Jinling City, the weather is calm, there is no stealing, no robbers and prostitutes, the young hero is in a very happy mood.

On the way home, he was stuffed with Daming's best-selling book, the little newsboy tugged on his trousers and begged him, and the young hero gave him a generous donation.

When Fang Siming opened the gate of the courtyard, Fang Siming was practicing swords. The white rainbow cuts the jade, the purple air dries the stars, and the jade man is like ice and sword like snow.

Pleasant to the eye.

The young man smacked his lips in satisfaction, opened the tabloid and sat down under the shade of a tree, and opened the first page of "Da Ming Popular Style History"...

After half a day.

Fang Siming: "Hey, why are you sitting in the mirror for so long?"

Shaoxia: "Put a mask on, let Sister Rongrong make one for Xin."

As soon as he turned his head, he had a green face with fangs and scars all over his face.