Merry little roll

The first thing Shao Xiao did after waking up was to raise his foot and kick Pingsheng hard in front of him.

The burning sensation surrounded his whole body. It was as if he saw the blue sky in the raging fire and couldn't move, until he was completely engulfed in the endless crimson, turning into ethereal ashes.

Unable to breathe, unable to move, he watched himself being consumed by the flames.

Dizzy and bouncing up and down, his throat seemed to be strangled by something.

"Now you know that the so-called Xiaoyao Sword Sect can't teach you anything." Ping Sheng rarely kicked back, he put his hands on the slightly trembling shoulders of the young man in black clothes, and gently lifted him up, his eyes were still dim . "You're just a human being, I'm not like that, you can't see her. Ghosts are different from things in the four realms and five realms. They are transformed from dead resentful spirits. They only have grievances, no attachments, and cannot transform like demons. It can linger in the world in illusory form, and use resentment to lure people into the mist."

The crows were still singing on the branches, the night wind was howling, and the sand and stones were walking on the ground.The world of ice and snow has melted away, as if it had never been so covered in silver, as if the raging fire was just a specious dream.

Footsteps sounded in the distance, becoming more and more rapid. At first, there was only a monotonous knocking sound, and then more footsteps were superimposed and knocked on the ground, turning into a noisy sound.Flickering torches gradually rose from the horizon projected by moonlight, approaching them swayingly.

The young man in Tsing Yi walked in the front, holding the torch tightly in his hand, his plain silhouette fluctuating in light and shadow.The villagers ran behind him, the sound of leather rubbing against each other, and the gravel rustling under their feet.

"Mother, why is my butt hurting so much?" Jing Ao turned sideways and fell directly on the muddy ground, baring his teeth and shouting.

"Swinging on the iron swing for two hours, won't the butt hurt?" Shao Xiao stretched out his hand, and pulled up the Jing'e dog that was struggling on the ground and couldn't get up.

"Are you all right?" Gu Changshi rushed towards them, short of breath because of running, his face was thin with sweat, he rushed forward, but grabbed Shao Xiao's arm violently.

Shao Xiao was dazzled by the approaching torches, and was stunned, caught off guard by being dragged, staring at Gu Changshi.

Gu Changshi hastily looked at the young man in black in front of him, the fire flickered in his eyes.

"What?" Shao Xiao belatedly shook his arm. "But what happened?"

A look of sudden awakening appeared on Gu Changshi's plain water face. He immediately let go of his hand as if hitting a spark, and the fingers hanging beside him trembled slightly. "I...brought the fishermen here. They said that some men were missing, so they came to look for them." He lowered his head and looked at the whimpering men on the hillside.

The men lying on the ground dodged their eyes, buried their heads on the ground and shivered, looking more timid than ignorant children.

"These people..." The leader is a medium-sized man, who looks like the leader of the crowd. He leans forward and shines a torch on the face of the man on the ground. The men all back away, frightened Generally buried his head lower, the corners of his mouth drooling.

"These people, aren't they the groom officials!"

"Those heartless people!"

"what!"

The villagers looked at each other in dismay, and the whispers gradually turned into loud conversations, and the words became more and more fierce.

"These people really have attracted some kind of evil, otherwise they wouldn't have become like this! I said, why did the young man who was fine a few days ago suddenly reject the bride? The puzzle of the spirit!"

The villagers squatted down one after another, trying to pull the men on the ground, but when they realized that they were dodging, they had to use brute force to pull them up fiercely, holding their shoulders to prevent them from moving.

The struggling men kept struggling under the oppression of the villagers, their eyes were dull, and their throats were still muffled and viscous whimpering, like small animals caught in iron traps.It's funny and angry at the same time.

"You immortals, I don't know what is the explanation for this matter?" The man in the lead turned to Shao Xiao and the others, his eyes were piercing, glowing in the flickering firelight.

Jing Ao, known as the 'immortal', was twisting his numb buttocks vigorously. When he was asked a question suddenly, he immediately retracted his protruding buttocks, making an inscrutable look.

Shao Xiao didn't respond, but just clenched the Xuanjian in his hand.

—In the end, he still didn't know anything.

He looked at the white-haired boy beside him.

——What is the identity of this person, and why does he have such power?

Every word of Shao Xiao's heart fell in Ping Sheng's mind, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, to do it all over again, why is he still so easy to deceive.

Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao, you are still the same, you are obviously chic, but people can't help but want to tease you.

Happy ah.

Happy.

Shao Xiao felt as if someone was calling him, and his heart trembled. Looking around, there was no one, only a few leaves falling from the branches.

"The resentful spirits have already left, and they will definitely not interfere in the future." Ping Sheng stepped forward and walked towards the fishermen, "As for these men...you collect the snow water from the early winter of this year and drink it for them, then Will come back to its original shape. Preferably water from the first snow."

The fishermen expressed their thanks one after another, "Thank you Immortal, but I don't know why that evil spirit would entangle these young men? And why... insist on disturbing our festive wedding, so that many girls cannot get married?"

Shao Xiao's eyes flickered, and he stepped forward abruptly, "Is there a girl in your fishing village who loves to play on the swing?"

"A girl who loves swinging... Ah, there is a girl named A Li! This girl loved this swing thing when she was a child. Her husband is a blacksmith in the south of the city. He built an iron swing for her, and put it in everyone's house. There are still many children playing in the fields, but it is a pity..."

"What a pity?" Shao Xiao's voice was hoarse.

"The child's husband is cruel and beats her all the time. His face is either blue or purple. He looks scary. When we asked her if she was wronged, he gritted his teeth and dared not say anything. She hit the ground by herself, and we are not stupid, how could... How can someone hit the ground like that?"

"Yeah, that's poor." Another woman in the crowd took the words, "I live right across the door from her house, and her husband is so big and so rough, but he can do it. After all, the child was pregnant so that he would not suffer much. After some hardships, I rested for a few months. Who knew that I was about to give birth and was beaten again. Everyone happened to be busy going to sea at Batou that day. When we came back... eh."

"Where is that man at the end? Has he been arrested?" Mottled black shadows swayed in Shao Xiao's mind. He picked up the wooden chair for a while, and turned into a young man with a hearty laugh.

"Dead, got into a fight and got his head smashed with a mallet."

"Dead?" Caught off guard, too ridiculous.

"Yeah, there was no sign, he died on the street, and no one cared about him. In the end, he was wrapped up in a straw mat, and he didn't know where he was thrown."

When Shao Xiao heard this, he thought he would be relieved, but found that his sour heart was even more empty, as if something was stuck there and could not be dredged.

——not reconciled.

——How can I be reconciled.

"Aren't you reconciled?" Ping Sheng pulled the dazed young man in black clothes back to his side, and let out a vague sigh, "Now you empathize with the dead woman, what you think is what she thinks... .Now do you know why she became a ghost?"

"Is this a ghost?"

"Exactly."

"...If this is a ghost, then what is it that I have feared for so many years?"

"In the world, only ghosts are afraid of people. How can anyone be afraid of ghosts. The things you are afraid of are probably called 'people', or 'people's hearts'?" Ping Sheng paused, then turned to the boy. "At the end of that day, what exactly did you see, and what was that fingernail scratching?"

Shao Xiao looked deeply into Ping Sheng's eyes, and he held his breath, "That day, those people finally remembered me and came to look for me, but unfortunately I was still alive and did not turn into a stiff corpse as they wished. But, otherwise One person died."

"Someone else?"

"That room was owned by an old dumb old man who was gagged and stuffed under a plank. I didn't die, but he died... No water, no food, he died It’s how painful it is.” The eyes of the young man in black were as silent as death, “He wanted to call out, but he couldn’t make a sound. He bent over and beat the wooden board with his fists, but no one paid attention to him. He knew there were people up there. But he really had no strength, so he had to scratch the board with his nails over and over again, over and over again..."

"It's not your fault." Ping Sheng stretched out his hand, and strangled the young man in Xuanyi's wrist.

Shao Xiao raised his eyes, but continued to speak. "I wish I had found out sooner. When they opened the wooden board, he was already dead, but his body was still stiff as before, kneeling weakly on the ground, his hands stretched upwards, with... blood in his nails, It's all blood."

"it's not your fault."

"The blood spread all the way into my dreams. Every night at that time, I would hear the screeching sound of fingernails scratching the wood under my bed, and every night someone would ask, why wasn't it me who died?" He said Looking down at Ping Sheng and grabbing his hand. "I didn't want to mention this matter again, but now this tossing can be regarded as breaking my knot."

——From the beginning to the end, it was never a ghost that entered his dream, but a ghost in his heart.

"What are you talking about?" Jing Ao followed the villagers to clean up the mess around them, and when he looked back and saw Shao Xiao and the others standing in the dark, he came over to join in the fun, resting his head next to Shao Xiao's face.

Suddenly——

"-glory-teacher."

The young man in Xuanyi suddenly lowered his body and knelt down on one leg, his eyes were so determined that Jing Ao was stunned.

"The way of a teacher is great, Shao Xiao is willing to enter the school, know the respect, receive the instruction, never forget it, love it from the heart, and never regret it!"

Word by word, loud and clear.

Ping Sheng looked deeply into the ink, and suddenly remembered the scene thousands of years ago, as if it was so sudden and like a farce, the corners of his lips raised, he stretched out his hand, and supported Shao Xiao who was kneeling on the ground.

"can."

Only this sentence of "yes" passes through the moonlight, crosses the clouds and mists, overlaps with the promise thousands of years ago, and burns the eternal scalding.

In the distance, there are only red catkins swaying.

And farther away from the fishing village, on the endless field ridges, the sky is already faintly white.

An iron swing hangs from the haystack on the field ridge, emitting a heavy light, and the swing sways slowly when a gust of wind blows.

"crunch"

"crunch"

Swaying to the dreamland of the dead.

The author has something to say:

Black Heart Cotton opened his mouth wide......

(The little dog has a big mouth.......)

Xiaoyao=Shao Xiao=Yuanyang

? = flat sheng = last yin

(touches chin)

Volume Four · Reincarnation