Peach Blossom Dream

Living alone, he had thought about it countless times, but maybe it was the land that gave him the strength to survive countless nights.

My father often said: the overall situation is the most important thing, don't ask about grievances.Uncle Jifeng thought that the reason why he was able to persevere through it might be because he hoped that those who did evil would get their due retribution.

Or, it was because deep down in his heart he was looking forward to the betterment of Dahe Chaotang, looking forward to the day when villains would no longer be in power, and officials only cared about the common people.

father, mother...

The sleeping Uncle Jifeng's tears soaked a large piece of pillow towel drop by drop.

When he woke up the next morning, Shu Jifeng felt that his breathing was smooth and he no longer had the chest tightness he had before.It seems that I have really started to let go of the painful experience in the previous life, and even in my dreams, it is no longer the ferocious faces of those military officers, but those who are kind to me.

Uncle Jifeng is determined to go to Yemu - the former General Uncle's Mansion - to take a look, and try to reconcile with the pain of the past and his past self.

Before setting foot on the familiar streets, Shu Jifeng was hesitantly wandering blindly in the downtown area of ​​the capital, just as he was aimlessly dazed, a familiar face appeared in front of him.

"You are...Yayu?" Shu Jifeng recognized it. He had seen a portrait in Zhang Xiaoxiao's room in his previous life, and the person in the painting was Yayu, the number one gentleman.

Tall and straight, gentle and gentle, with a little compassion in his eyebrows and eyes, he is easy to recognize.

Yayu, who had never met Shu Jifeng, asked, "Do you know me?"

"I don't know you, but I have seen your portrait." Shu Jifeng replied.But at that time, it was rumored that Yayu had already lived in seclusion, and no one had heard about him for several years.

Yayu wondered: "My portrait?"

Shu Jifeng nodded and said, "Can I buy you tea?"

Yayu said: "Thank you."

Shu Jifeng was not an enthusiastic and proactive person, but because he hadn't met anyone he knew before after his rebirth, Yayu's appearance made him feel a little more at ease.

It is also puzzling to say that Dahe is still the same Dahe, and the Demon Cult is still the same Demon Cult, but everything else makes Shu Jifeng feel strange.Finally, there is such a person as Yayu, such a person from the previous world, and Shu Jifeng finally feels a trace of reality.

After the two of them sat down, Yayu first introduced himself and said, "In Xiayayu, I don't know what to call the young master?"

"Uncle's surname, first name is perfect."

"Uncle, can I ask, when and where did you see my portrait?"

Shu Jifeng didn't want to mention Zhang Xiaoxiao, so he said, "Young Master Yayu is the number one gentleman in the world. I think your portrait can be seen everywhere. I really don't remember when and where I saw it."

Yayu shook her head slowly: "My uncle doesn't know something. I have only painted one portrait in my life. If my uncle still remembers where I met him, please let me know. This is very important to me."

Seeing the steaming tea and Yayu's sincere eyes, Uncle told the truth: "That was a long time ago. The one who owns your portrait is a woman named Zhang Xiaoxiao. I was in her Saw it there."

"That's right, I gave it to her." Yayu nodded, her voice softened, and there was a slight ripple at the corner of her mouth.

Shu Jifeng was a little surprised: "You gave it to her? It seems that Mr. Yayu has a deep relationship with that Miss Zhang?"

Yayu didn't deny it: "Yes. She is the only person I care about."

Uncle Feng was startled, he didn't expect that there was such a relationship between Demon Cult advocate Xiaoxiao and the number one gentleman Yayu, and asked, "Do you know that she is the leader of Demon Cult... Hongyu Sect?"

Yayu shook her head, then nodded again: "When I knew her, she was still a little girl."

Since it was inconvenient for my uncle to ask too much about other people's private affairs, and he no longer entangled in the grievances of his previous life, he hesitated: "It's just..."

"It's just that she's dead?" Yayu's face looked calm, "Is that so?"

"Yes."

Silence, a long silence, so long that Uncle Jifeng thought that the other party would not say anything more, but in the end he heard Yayu ask softly in a daze:

"When she left, was there any pain?"

Thousands of arrows piercing the heart, is it painful?

Shu Jifeng didn't dare to say it directly, he was vague: "I don't know."

Yayu didn't ask any more questions, and turned her head to look at the sunset coming in from the window, as if she had fallen into a long memory, her whole body was covered with a layer of sadness and a layer of relief.

Shu Jifeng didn't bother him, stood up silently and left.

After coming out of the teahouse, Shu Jifeng finally made up his mind to take a look at the place where he used to live.But as soon as he turned into a remote corner, he saw Shen Ziyi standing in front of him and the black wrench in her hand.

"Are you waiting for me?" Shu Jifeng looked at Shen Ziyi opposite him, a little surprised.

"Otherwise, who are you waiting for?" Shen Ziyi's tone was filled with anger that could not be concealed, unlike before, she pretended to be a lady even if she wanted to kill someone.

The narrow and winding alleys were empty, not even the cicadas chirping, and the silence was as dead as death.Shu Jifeng knew that he had entered the realm of night, and even the gap in the stone road was exactly the same as the one he walked in his previous life.

The wrench in Shen Ziyi's hand had already started to emit blue light, and Uncle Jifeng heard her read:

"Water moon mirror flower, all living beings can see;

Delusion has no reality, casting dust into illusion. "

With the sound of the mantra, the blue light of the fingers became deeper and deeper, and Shu Jifeng suddenly felt a little funny:

Aren't those illusions that frightened him the place where he is now?What more do you want to do?

Shen Ziyi ignored his laughter and continued to stimulate the creation of the illusion.

Uncle Feng recalled Zuo Qingyue's calm and composed look on weekdays, so he imitated him and took out his fan to fan the wind slowly, while patiently waiting for Shen Ziyi to activate the illusion --- he also wanted to see if it was true or not. What happens when the illusions overlap.

A moment later, peach blossoms filled the sky, and then the familiar fragrance of roses permeated the air.

Uncle Jifeng simply closed his eyes and quietly recalled: from here, go left, the third fork in the road is a bush of roses planted by He Ming, which happens to be where his window faces.

It's a pity that midsummer has passed and Qiangwei is not here, otherwise I should go and have a look.

If you walked a hundred steps to the right from here before the construction of the night curtain, you should be the backyard of the General's Mansion, which is covered by green bamboos all the year round, and you can see the same scenery all year round.

Shu Jifeng tried to open his eyes, and happened to see his father and mother playing the piano and dancing swords in the backyard full of green bamboos, which was exactly the same as the scene he had seen when he was a child.

Just false memories.Uncle Feng is very sober, but also very satisfied.

Seeing his calm expression and even a smile at the corner of his mouth, Shen Ziyi couldn't help being furious, and struck at the door of his heart with a palm.

Shu Jifeng turned sideways easily, avoiding Shen Ziyi's moves.He knew that Shen Ziyi wanted to induce himself to attack her, thereby inducing the finger to further deepen the illusion, so of course he would not fight back.

"Miss Shen, isn't that right, Shizi Concubine?" Shu Jifeng started talking, trying to disrupt her process of creating the illusion, "Shibie three days should be admirable, why are you still using the previous tricks to deal with me?"

Shen Ziyi snorted coldly: "To deal with you, you only need to use this move!"

Shu Jifeng reminded her sincerely: "But you saw it just now, it's useless to me."

Shen Ziyi said disdainfully: "It's still early, where are we going?"

Shu Jifeng nodded slightly: "I'm sorry, Shi Zifei, Uncle has no fear in his heart now."

Shen Ziyi seemed to have heard a funny joke, tears were about to burst into tears: "If you have love in your heart, you will have no fear, and if you have love, you will have affection, and if you have affection, you will ask for something. You can't escape!"

Just as Shu Jifeng was about to answer her, he suddenly caught a glimpse of He Ming from his previous life coming from the other side of the road, and waved to him, "Shu Jifeng, are you here all right?"

Shu Jifeng blinked, but didn't answer him.

After a while, I looked back, and suddenly there was another person opposite He Ming.

It turned out to be Zuo Qingyue!

Shu Feng was startled, he was in a mess, and his temples began to twitch.At the same time, the people in the illusion didn't know who made the move first, and stabbed each other with a knife.

Shufeng closed his eyes and tried his best to tell himself that all this was an illusion, but he still couldn't suppress the fluctuating mood.

"Stop!" Shu Feng took a step forward, but stopped instantly: He Ming and Zuo Qingyue, who should he save first?

Seeing that Zuo Qingyue and He Ming stabbed each other more viciously, Shu Jifeng scratched himself with the fan again in the last effort to wake up, and his sanity finally came back a little bit.

Shen Ziyi stared at him fiercely: "Tell me, who is Zhang Xiaoxiao?"

Uncle Jifeng had no room to think, so he replied, "The leader of the Demon Cult."

Shen Ziyi didn't believe it: "Nonsense! Our past leaders have never revealed their identities, how could you know each other? Moreover, how could the leader of Hongyu Sect be a woman!"

Shu Jifeng asked back, "Whether you know him or not, what does it matter to you?"

Shen Ziyi didn't answer directly, but approached him: "What else did you say to Yayu?"

"Yayu?" Uncle Feng didn't know why, "Do you know Yayu?"

Shen Ziyi said: "Not only do I know him, he is...my man! Shu Jifeng, since you dare to propose another woman in front of him, then don't blame me for having to take your life!"

"Are you joking!" Shu Jifeng couldn't believe it, "How could the number one gentleman be your...person?"

Shen Ziyi looked down at him and said, "I've slept through it all, can't I still be considered mine?"

"..." Shu Jifeng was rendered speechless by such direct and harsh words.

"Speaking of which, your life shouldn't have been saved, if it wasn't for Jiang Zhuqiu