Chapter 95 Full Moon West Tower

Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returned, the moon was full on the west tower.

Thunder rumbles in the shadows, the thunder awakens hundreds of insects in the mountains, and the returning swallows bring with them the red mud under the eaves.

Spring rain is coming.

Then it really started raining like smoke, so light that it was so light that it was filled with mist.

In front of the Confucius Temple, looking down from a high altitude, the bluestone bricks of the Jiangnan Trail are blue-grey, like dead branches that have endured the spring. When the spring rain comes, oil-paper umbrellas are opened on the street, and the dry branches of the Jiangnan Trail

Suddenly the flowers bloomed.

The spring rain gradually stopped, pedestrians put away their umbrellas one after another, and the blooming flowers on the branches closed one after another.

Until there is only one red flower left alone on the branch, and only the last piece of spring color is left on the branch.

Finally, the umbrella was put away. Under the umbrella was a deserted woman. She felt separated from the surrounding environment just by wearing her clothes. Her clothes were far away from the style of this era. She wore a bright red placket over a white tube top and a narrow

She is wearing a sleeveless gown and a same red pleated skirt. She has a delicate face and looks like the second spring beauty in the world without wearing any pink or pink.

Just like a lady who came out of the previous dynasty.

The silk scarf from upstairs fell to the street and was crushed into the mud by the wooden wheels of the carriage. The muddy water splashed by the wheels soiled the clothes of the girls on the street, causing several dissatisfied shouts. It was the driver of the carriage who apologized.

The sound kept coming, but it went away. Two small officials at the restaurant laughed at the peddler. The maid from a wealthy family pushed open the side door and walked into the crowd with her head lowered.

"Soup cake!"

"I heard there is a lantern festival tonight?"

"Brother Zhao, Brother Yang, this way, this way!"

"Boss, four buns." Her voice was very clear, without much emotion, and her face was cold.

"Hey! Little lady, please wait while I get it for you."

She took the steamed bun wrapped in lotus leaves and walked into the alley. The sounds on the street were far away, so she turned to look at the weirdo who had been following behind her.

A man whose clothes were weirder than his own, and his whole body was wet from the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The man was wearing the girl's jade bracelet and a mask on his face, and he was actually tortured.

"Why did you follow me?" Her tone was calm, and she was not at all panicked about being followed.

"I'm hungry," the man said.

"When you're hungry, go to Grandma Zhang's noodle shop on the street and eat Brother Li's soup cakes."

"I have no money."

The cold woman's expression remained unchanged, "You, a handsome man of seven feet, do you think you want to commit a robbery?"

"You have changed...I used to say I was hungry, and you would go and make me something delicious."

"baffling."

She felt that she had met a mentally disturbed person, and she looked at this strange man with more pity.

With a flick of his hand, he threw the bun in his hand over.

"Don't follow me again."

After saying that, she took out a bamboo hat from behind. The bamboo hat was surrounded by a body-length gauze. She put the bamboo hat on her head. Her figure under the gauze was thin, and she turned and left.

The man took the purse.

Although her personality is a bit inconsistent, she is still so kind and gentle.

He removed the mask and pinned it to his forehead, revealing a handsome face. He found an eaves and squatted down to eat steamed buns.

He was really hungry, penniless, and hard to steal, so he happened to catch a glimpse of the woman in red passing by.

He wanted to follow me and say, I am your great disciple from five hundred years in the future, but the other party would definitely not believe it, so he did not say it, but he still followed him.

It turns out that Wang Xilou five hundred years ago could not laugh.

It turns out that Wang Xilou five hundred years ago seems to be a completely different person than five hundred years later.

Shadows are not enemies, they are more like children who run away from home and have a tantrum, so there is not much danger in the process of looking for shadows.

Wuming, is this crazy?

She actually sent herself five hundred years ago.

The Ten Thousand Years of Eternal Tribulation is Wang Xilou's last spiritual entanglement, and it is also the most powerful spiritual entanglement, and Wuming is also the shadow that has received the most inheritance from Wang Xilou.

The effect of a trillion-year calamity is to allow oneself to exist in the past and future, lending out more powerful self-power in the future in advance, or to allow oneself to exist in the past and deny all harm suffered in the present.

Time, cause and effect, and destiny, these are the three major mental retardations.

You can run away if you encounter one.

And she almost burned him to death and fiddled with the long river of history, allowing him to return to the past.

And not one day ago, two days ago, but a full five hundred years ago.

Isn't there a time paradox? Feng Wuli doesn't know, how is he going to go back? Feng Wuli doesn't know either.

But as the old saying goes.

All have come.

Ancient times were not as beautiful as in TV series. People's faces were mostly numb and smiles were a luxury.

This bun is not delicious, but Feng Wuli is not picky about food, so he can satisfy today's ration in two or three bites.

He doesn't have any problem eating Wang Xilou's food.

If you don't support me, who will?

The wind is unreasonable and confident.

After eating and taking a rest, he didn't even bother to look outside the alley to see if anyone was paying attention to him. He turned into a puddle of ink-like shadow on the spot and shuttled through the darkness.

But the other half of the Confucius Temple was full of joy and sorrow, and after the nine-melody loop of the suona, there was another sound of drums.

White paper was flying, and the screams were loud and lung-piercing. It was unknown how much emotion there was, but the voice was loud enough anyway.

Someone saw that the woman wearing an old-fashioned dress appeared again.

That woman is back here again.

The young man only knew that there was a woman with a graceful figure, her whole body shrouded in gauze, who actually came to attend the funeral of Mr. Wang.

"It can't be that I'm your lover outside..." A young man was ignorant and muttered to one side, and was hit on the back by an old man standing by with a stick.

"Go back and kneel!" The old man hunched his back and angrily scolded the young man.

He came to Wang Xi Tower with tears in his eyes. For such an old man, it is very shameful to shed tears.

"you are back."

Wang Xilou took his hand, and the corners of his face and lips curled up under the veil: "I remember you. How old was Tie Wazi at that time?"

"Seven out of seventy."

"How many more years do you have left to live?"

The old man cried, he didn't want to die yet.

Because he saw that this woman had not aged at all, why would she not grow old? He was a child at that time, and now he is seventy, but she is still her.

"How can you cry and cry? You're already so big."

"Because today my brother is in the coffin, and you have to cry, you have to cry," the old man lied.

Everyone is crying because today is the funeral of the eldest member of the Wang family.

The white paper is floating, and the suona is blowing loudly and softly.

She just came back to take a look and saw that these people were living well.

In the evening, the Wang family left a banquet table for her, and she sat there alone, ignoring the looks of people around her.

Ten years, a hundred years, white clouds and gray dogs, this worldly people and noise, just ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust.

I;

Return to eternal life.

She seemed to have a passerby, whose laughter and laughter were far away from her. She didn't know why she kept coming back here to give some blessings to her brother's descendants.

When she came back that year, everyone in her family had died, and she only found a few of her younger brother's children and grandchildren.

She remembered that her younger brothers cried and asked her whether her sister would come back after she got married. She said that she would come back naturally.

She doesn't hate them.

It's just that now there are countless generations of grandchildren here. They gradually no longer respect themselves as their ancestors. They are afraid of and covet themselves.

There was a lot of noise around her and she put down her chopsticks.

There is a magical aroma in the dish.

That's all, I won't come back again.

The thread on her body seemed to be broken again, and her face became calmer again.

The thin woman left the Wang family compound;

The strange man wearing a mask was squatting by the wall. When he saw her coming out, he just turned to look at her.

"Where shall we stay tonight?"
Chapter completed!