Yang Yuwei lived on the shore of Surabaya, near the wilderness, and there were many ancient tombs outside the wall. At night, he read with a candle, and the wind blew the poplar trees outside the window. The sound was like waves, and he felt sad in his heart. Suddenly, someone outside the wall recited a poem, "The sad wind in the dark night blows backwards."

, Flowing fireflies stir up the grass and touch the curtains again." He recited it repeatedly, his voice was sad and delicate, like a woman's. Yang Yuwei was suspicious, so he went to check outside the wall early the next morning, but there was no trace of anyone, only a purple belt left behind among the thorns.

Middle. Yang Yuwei picked up the purple ribbon and placed it on the window. It was the second watch of the night, and the sound of poetry reciting started again outside the house. Yang Yuwei moved his chair and looked up. The chanting stopped suddenly, and he suddenly realized that he knew that the woman was a ghost, but

When I heard her write poetry, she was very talented and admired her in my heart.

The next night, Yang Yuwei crouched on the wall and watched. At the end of the day, a woman walked out of the grass, holding on to a small tree, lowering her head and moaning. Yang Yuwei coughed lightly, and the woman was startled, and disappeared into the grass.

Since then, Yang Yuwei often peeked under the wall. This night, after listening to the woman reciting the poem, the wall continued her last two lines: "Who can see the deep emotions and the bitter mood? The green sleeves are single and the moon is shining." For a long time, there was silence outside the window.

, Yang Yuwei entered the room sadly.

As soon as he sat down, he suddenly saw a beautiful woman coming from outside. He bowed and saluted, "It turns out that the young master is an elegant man. I shouldn't avoid you all the time." Yang Yuwei was overjoyed and pulled the woman to sit down. Looking at her appearance, she was thin and timid.

Cold and weak, she asked: "Where is Miss' hometown and why have she been wandering away for so long?" The woman said: "I am from Longxi and moved here with my father. She died of a sudden illness at the age of seventeen. It has been more than twenty years now. Jiuquan Wilderness

, lonely and lonely. The poem I just recited was written by myself, to express my deep hatred. However, my talent is limited, and I have been thinking hard and couldn’t finish it. Fortunately, the young master continued it for me. I am very grateful to you."

Yang Yuwei wanted to have sex with her. The woman shook her head and said: "The ghost in the vagina is no better than a stranger. If you have sex with a man, your life will be ruined. A lowly concubine cannot bear to harm the son." Yang Yuwei stopped after hearing this and joked.

He touched the woman's chest with both hands. The meat was like a chicken head, full and smooth, like a virgin. He also wanted to watch the woman show off her feet. The woman bowed her head and smiled and said, "Kangsheng is so wordy." Yang Yuwei held the woman's ankle and played with it gently.

The woman wears moon-white brocade stockings, one foot is tied with a strand of colored thread, and the other foot is tied with a purple belt.

Yang Yuwei asked, "Why don't you wear purple belts on both sides?" The woman said, "I lost a purple belt in a hurry last night because I was avoiding the young master. I don't know where it was left." Yang Yuwei smiled and said, "I will do it for you."

You can change it." He walked to the window, took off the purple belt and handed it to the woman. The woman asked in surprise: "Where did it come from?" Yang Yuwei said: "Isn't it the one you lost? I picked it up.

That's it." The woman smiled and said nothing. She leaned over and took off the colored thread, put on the purple belt and tied it again. She looked through the books on the table and saw a copy of "Lianchang Palace Ci". She said with emotion: "I loved this the most during my lifetime.

The book, now that I am reading it again, seems like a dream."

The two talked about poetry, and the woman was clever and cute. Yang Yuwei couldn't help being happy. He cut the candle to the west window and felt like he had met a good friend. From then on, Yang Yuwei only wanted to recite poetry every night, and the woman would arrive in the blink of an eye. He privately told him, "You and me."

Please don't reveal the relationship. I've been timid since I was a child, and I'm afraid of being invaded by evil guests." Yang Yuwei Nuonuo agreed. The two of them were in the same boat. Although there was no physical intimacy, their friendship was as deep as a couple's boudoir.

The woman often copied books for Yang Yuwei under the lamp, and her handwriting was beautiful. She also selected hundreds of palace poems, recited them one by one, and gave them to the scholar. She was gentle in nature, knowledgeable and talented, so Yang Yuwei bought a chessboard and pipa.

Ask the beautiful woman for advice every night.

Sometimes when the woman gets up, she will play music herself, playing the tune "Light Rain on the Banana Window". Hearing it hurts Yang Yuwei and he can't bear to listen. The woman then plays "Xiao Yuan Ying Sheng" instead, and they suddenly feel happy.

He lit up the lamp to amuse himself, enjoying himself and forgetting about tiredness. He waited until dawn appeared in the sky before the woman reluctantly left.

On this day, my friend Xue Sheng came to visit, and it happened that Yang Yuwei was taking a nap at home. Seeing the pipa, chess and chessboards in the house, Xue Sheng thought, "Brother Yang is not good at chess and zither. Why did he buy these things?" Looking through the book, he saw among them

There were palace poems recorded in good handwriting, which made him more and more suspicious. Er Yang Yuwei woke up, and Xue Sheng asked: "It's a pipa and a chessboard, what are you doing?" Yang Yuwei said: "Nothing, I want to learn.

Learn the art of piano and chess, and cultivate your emotions." Xue Sheng asked, "What about women's poetry? How to explain it?" Yang Yuwei said, "That was written by a friend of mine."

Xue Sheng didn't believe it, so he checked the poems repeatedly and saw a line of small words written on the last page: "Lian Lian Book on a certain day of the month." He smiled and said: "Who is Lian Lian? Why do you want to hide it from me?"

Yang Yuwei was embarrassed and could not answer. Xue Sheng kept pressing questions and threatened to take away the poems. Yang Yuwei had no choice but to tell the truth. Xue Sheng hoped to meet Lian Lian, but Yang Yuwei said: "She doesn't

I like to meet strangers." Xue Sheng said: "I am familiar with you once, and I don't have any ill intentions, so why not meet me?" Yang Yuwei had no choice but to nod.

In the middle of the night, Lian Lian came. Yang Yuwei relayed Xue Sheng's words to her, Lian Lian said angrily: "What did I tell you? Who allows you to chatter endlessly and reveal your secrets to outsiders?" Yang Yuwei defended himself with the truth, Lian Lian said:

"The fate between you and me has ended." Yang Yuwei comforted him in every possible way, but Lian Lian remained unhappy. He stood up and left, saying, "I'll stay away for now."

The next day when Xue Sheng came, Yang Yuwei said, "I'm sorry, please leave. Chain Chain doesn't want to see you." Xue Sheng suspected that he was making excuses, so he visited again with two friends in the evening. The three of them stayed and refused to leave, and finally

Yang Yuwei was greatly dissatisfied with the noise at night and rolled his eyes, but he was helpless.

After several nights in a row, no chain appeared. The three of them began to think about retreating, and the noise gradually stopped. Suddenly, they heard the sound of chanting coming from the window, which was so sad and beautiful. Xue Sheng listened attentively and imagined. Another guest, Wang

A certain man was a brave warrior with a bad temper. He grabbed a huge stone and threw it out of the window, cursing: "You are so coquettish that you refuse to see guests. Why are you putting on airs? You are always crying and moaning. It sounds so annoying." outside the window chanted.

The sound stopped suddenly. Everyone couldn't help complaining about Wang's recklessness, and Yang Yuwei was even more indignant, with a look of embarrassment on his face.

The next day everyone dispersed, and Yang Yuwei stayed alone in the empty house, waiting hard for the woman. He waited for two nights and saw no trace. Just when he was feeling sad, the woman suddenly came and cried: "My friend is so cruel, I'm scared to death."

I'm gone." Yang Yuwei apologized quickly, and the woman sighed and said, "The fate between you and me has ended, so we part ways." She fled away vaguely.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed, and Chain Chain was never seen again. Yang Yuwei missed his beauty day and night, and he could not help but regret it. That night, he drank drunkenly alone, and Chain Chain came in through the curtain. Yang Yuwei cried with joy, "

Have you forgiven me?" Lian Lian just wept and remained silent. Yang Yuwei asked for the reason, Lian Lian stopped talking, and finally said: "I left in anger before, and now I come here to beg you again. I am inevitably ashamed." Yang Yuwei said

Wei asked: "What happened?"

Lian Lian said: "I don't know where a ghost came from, forcing me to be his concubine. How can I be willing to bend down to serve evil ghosts if I am an innocent slave? But I am a weak female, and I am unable to resist. If the young master does not forget his old love,

, please help me." Yang Yuwei was furious and wanted to stab the ghost to death with a sword. But people and ghosts are in different ways, but there is nothing he can do. He said in a chain: "Young Master will go to bed early tomorrow night, and you and I will meet in dreams." The two discussed.

The countermeasure is to sit there until dawn and say goodbye together.

In the afternoon of the same day, Yang Yuwei drank several bowls of strong wine to strengthen his courage. He drank until dusk, got into bed while drunk, and fell asleep. As expected, Lian Lian came, handed a sword to the scholar, took his hand, and they came together.

When they arrived at a courtyard, they entered the house side by side and closed the doors and windows. Suddenly, they heard a deafening noise outside the house, and huge rocks hit the door panel. The woman was shocked and said: "The enemy is here." Yang Yuwei opened the door and ran out, and saw a person standing in the yard.

, a man in a red hat and green robe, with a sharp mouth full of thorns, couldn't help but angrily reprimanded.

The evil spirit was angry, glaring with frowning eyes, and speaking evil words. Yang Yuwei was furious and ran up to fight. The evil spirit threw stones to fight back, as dense as a heavy rain. The boulder hit his wrist. Yang Yuwei frowned and screamed in pain. There was a clang sound and the saber fell to the ground.

.The situation was critical. At this moment, a man came from a distance with an iron bow on his back. He looked closely and saw that it was Wang. He met an old friend. Yang Yuwei couldn't help being happy and called for help.

Wang had discovered the evil spirit a long time ago. He didn't panic when he saw it. He bent his bow and arrow, and shot the evil spirit in the thigh with one arrow. Another arrow killed it. Yang Yuwei stepped forward to thank him and told him the whole story.

He smiled and said, "I offended Miss Lian Lian last time. I can atone for my sin by saving her tonight." The two of them entered the house. When Lian Lian saw a stranger, he lowered his head shyly and did not dare to say anything.

On the wooden table in the room, there was a small knife, which was only one foot long. The scabbard was decorated with gold and jade. It was extremely luxurious. Wang took out the knife and stared at it. The light discerned the image. He couldn't put it down and praised him repeatedly. He said a few words to Yang Yuwei.

As he spoke, he glanced at the woman's shoulders hunched, as if she was very afraid of him, with a pitiful look on her face, so she immediately said goodbye and left. Yang Yuwei also got up and returned home. When he climbed over the wall, he fell to the ground and woke up with a start.

Roosters crow at the entrance of the village, and it's already dawn.

Severe pain came from his wrist. Looking at it under the sun, the skin and flesh were all swollen. At noon, Wang came to visit and told him about his dream. Yang Yuwei smiled and said, "Did you dream of shooting arrows?" Wang said curiously: "

How do you know?" Yang Yuwei showed his wrist injury and explained the reason in detail. Wang remembered the stunning face of the chain in his dream and wished he could see it. He said: "Brother Yang, please help me, no matter what, let me see it.

Seeing the chain girl in person."

Yang Yuwei said: "You go back and wait, I will reply to you tomorrow."

At night, Lian Lian came to express his gratitude. Yang Yuwei said: "This is all thanks to Brother Wang. He wants to see you. What do you think?" Lian Lian said: "Young Master Wang helped you so much that I dare not forget it. But he has a majestic appearance.

, I was a little scared. In this way, the meeting would be avoided. Didn’t he like my knife? I reluctantly gave it to him and gave it to him. This knife was wrapped with gold wire and inlaid with pearls. It was worth a hundred gold. It was originally my knife for burial.

Item. Now I will give it to the prince. Seeing the knife is like seeing a person."

The next day when Wang came, Yang Yuwei presented him with a sword and said, "This sword is not a Chinese thing. It is extraordinary. Keep it well." Wang was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

From then on, Yang Yuwei and Lian Lian reconciled as before and saw each other every night. A few months later, Lian Lian laughed under the lamp that night, as if he had something to say, his face turned red, and after a while he finally said, "Jiu Meng

The son loves you, the concubine absorbs the popularity, the sun eats fireworks, the white bones produce flesh, all you need is the blood of a living person to be resurrected." Yang Yuwei said: "I have plenty of blood, how much do you want?"

Lian Lian blushed and said, "Blood alone is not enough, you also need spirit."

Yang Yuwei asked, "How to obtain spiritual energy?"

Lian Lian said: "Men and women can have sex. However, after the handover, the young master will become seriously ill. Please consider it carefully."

Yang Yuwei said: "What are you thinking about? Being able to have a romantic relationship with a beautiful woman is something I never dream of. To be honest, I have been coveting your beauty for a long time."

The two went to bed and had sex. When the matter was over, Yang Yuwei pierced his arm with a dagger, and the blood dripped down into Lian Lian's navel. Lian Lian smiled and said: "It's done, I'm going. A hundred days later, there will be a meeting on the treetops in front of my concubine's grave.

There are bluebirds chirping, please remember to dig my grave for me, sir, and don’t forget the date of the day: it is a hundred days, one more day or one less day will not do.”

After more than ten days, Yang Yuwei really fell ill, with abdominal distension and constipation. He sought medical advice, took a few prescriptions and went to the toilet a few times, and his condition was cured. He counted the days in his mind, and when the hundred days were over, he went to the doctor in person.

She came to the chain grave with a hoe, and saw the bluebird chirping, and said happily: "It's time to dig the grave." He shoveled the soil with the hoe, dug up the grave, and saw that the coffin was rotten.

She took the coat back home and took it to bed. After a while, Lian Lian made a sound of breathing in her nose, as thin as a gossamer. Yang Yuwei fed her half a bowl of soup. In the middle of the night, Lian Lian finally woke up. He smiled and said: "Rebirth again, two
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