The wind in the ghost realm became more and more violent, but it lost its original gloomy air.
Wan Qiniang's anger and resentment all dissipated with her tears.
Wearing an embroidered red dress and gold-embroidered shoes on her feet, she has a plain face and looks like she is still ten years old. Her black hair only hangs down around her waist. Her eyes are slightly red and swollen, but her calves have a transparent texture that makes people laugh.
I was a little scared when I saw it.
"This is……"
Zhou Yi no longer knew what to say.
This was beyond her experience and knowledge.
Wan Qiniang wiped her tears with her sleeves, held the letter carefully, bowed to Wei Yuan, and said softly: "Thank you, sir."
Wei Yuan shook his head and said:
"Miss Wan, are you awake?"
"Thanks to the young master."
"Is this so..."
Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, put away the Eight-sided Han Sword in his hand, and said:
"What else does the girl wish for?"
"wish?"
She looked as stunned as the girl who was more than a hundred years ago. She originally wanted to say that she didn't have any wishes, but holding the letters that she had not received and thinking of the words on them, she suddenly said: "I want to
Look at this era, okay?"
Xuan Yi's expression changed, he stood up and stood in front of him, saying eagerly:
"No, we can't be sure that she is harmless yet..."
The hilt of the Eight-sided Han Sword hit the sword body in Xuan Yi's hand neither lightly nor hard.
The sword in Xuan Yi's palm was knocked out.
Spin three times and insert it upside down on the ground.
The hilt of the sword continued to move and hit Xuan Yi's abdomen.
Xuan Yi groaned, holding back what he had not yet said, staggering back and having to get out of the way.
"If I fail you today, I will pay you back tomorrow."
Wei Yuan put the Eight-sided Han Sword in its scabbard into the piano case, leaned over to pick up the black umbrella he had just thrown away, shook off the dirt on it, then opened the black cloth umbrella, then turned back to look at the oiran girl in red, with her right hand
Holding the talisman in the palm, letting the power of exorcism permeate under the umbrella, he stretched his left hand forward and whispered:
"Then, I will accompany the girl to Jiangnan City again."
"please."
………………
Zhou Yi helped Xuan Yi, who was holding his abdomen.
Wei Yuan made no contribution at all.
The reason why Xuan Yi retreated and even fell to the ground was because he himself had lost his strength.
He looked pale and gritted his teeth: "He has no idea how unstable Li Gui is..."
"If that female ghost goes on a rampage outside, I'm afraid more than a few hundred people will be harmed."
Zhou Yi said: "He should have some method to prevent evil ghosts from coming."
"We are now trying to see if we can eliminate this ghost realm, otherwise it will always be a disaster. By the way, now look up the names of Fu Pengyi and Wan Qiniang..."
"Um."
………………
Gangnam-do in rainy weather.
It hasn't really rained yet, but there is already a faint feeling of water on the bluestone on the road.
Wei Yuan held an umbrella, carried a piano case on his back, and accompanied him in red clothes under the umbrella.
“I didn’t expect that this place would still be the same as before.”
Wan Qiniang, dressed in red, looked at the moss-covered corners of the ancient buildings on both sides and said softly.
"I still remember running here many times when I was a child. Every morning, people from the nearby villages would come to sell vegetables on both sides of the place. Green vegetables and cabbage were very fresh. In winter, there were also frosted persimmons from Lao Chen's family.
The soy sauce is here, and there is a small noodle shop over there. There are three tables for each person, two noodles and a small spoon of soy sauce. It is very authentic."
"It's not like I never thought about it when I was young. When Pengyi and I get old, we can only walk hand in hand slowly on this street, watching other people come to buy groceries and watching children running around. Now that I think about it,
You really shouldn’t think so much.”
Wan Qiniang shook her head gently.
Walk forward to the old house, which has been closed for a long time.
It can be seen that it was originally a store, but it has not been opened for an unknown number of years.
"This is Jixiangfang. It turns out that this is my favorite place to buy rouge."
"I originally thought that no matter how the world changes, there will always be a daughter's family, and the daughter's family will always have to paint their eyebrows, and this store will never be closed. But I didn't expect that the daughter's family no longer uses rouge. Pengyi said
Changes in the world are beyond what people can imagine, maybe that’s why.”
Seeing the busy urban area from a distance, Wan Qiniang stopped and stood in the misty Jiangnan, not moving forward.
"I originally wanted to see the new Jiangnan for Pengyi, but what I saw was the old scenery everywhere, which made the young master laugh."
She smiled and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"Since Rouge is no longer used, no one can sing or listen to the song anymore."
Wei Yuan said: "Yes."
He held an umbrella and looked at the bustling new city and replied:
"The opera is still there, and opera singing is also liked by more young people. There are many new things in this ancient land, but the old things have not been forgotten. They are still growing, inclusive and tolerant.
Naida, China has never lacked such magnanimity."
"Those who should be remembered will never be forgotten."
"Miss Wan, if you look into the distance, the place where there is a monument is the Martyrs Memorial Park. The names of those who were born in Jiangnan Road and sacrificed their lives for the country are all written on it."
"How about it? I still have plenty of time. Do you want to go take a look?"
………………
A moment later, in the Jiangnan Province Martyrs Memorial Park, Wei Yuan stood quietly holding an umbrella.
There are numerous names written on the stone tablet.
Red-dressed Wan Qiniang counted them one by one, and when she finally saw the familiar name, she finally cried and laughed. She leaned over and touched the stone tablet, but her fingertips couldn't touch the person's temperature, and neither could the stone tablet. Her fingers
See through the stone tablet.
It's going to rain and the sky is gloomy, but there are still some people in the park.
There are also some children among them.
Wei Yuan held an umbrella, bowed towards the monument and Wan Qiniang, and said:
"I have been afraid of ghosts since I was a child. Many people are afraid. I have always been taboo about going to the cemetery, let alone at night. But the Martyrs Cemetery is different, because even children know that heroes and martyrs will protect them. Those of us who come later will all
We should thank them and thank you too."
"Thank you."
Wan Qiniang turned around, her eyes were red, she rubbed the corners of her eyes and said softly.
"Young Master is laughing."
"It doesn't matter."
"Miss Wan, is there anywhere else you want to go?"
"there is none left."
That's all, the two of them walked back to Chunxiao Tower in silence.
Wan Qiniang pushed open the door of the garden and saw Zhou Yi and the other two people inside with complicated expressions. The original ghost realm had begun to slowly collapse, like an old oil painting in the past opening up a corner, revealing the true appearance of the dilapidated pavilion.
, the messy spring grass and the faded red wooden door have all experienced the erosion of time.
The Crouching Tiger Waist Card trembled slightly.
This time there is no need to print it on paper, the words have already appeared in Wei Yuan's consciousness.
The evil ghost disappeared.
Sili Xiaowei received meritorious service number seven.
Transformation opens up Sili Xiaowei's basic magical power [Spirit Note]
Transformation opens Sili Xiaowei's file "Strange Powers and Chaotic Gods, God No. 5"
The Crouching Tiger Waist Card slowly became quiet.
Wan Qiniang carefully placed the letter beside her, stood up and looked at Wei Yuan, who had just traveled to Jiangnan with her, and said:
"Young master, you still have something to tell me."
Then Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi saw that Wei Yuan, who had just taken Wan Qiniang out without hesitation, silently put away the black umbrella, then took off the piano case, took out the sword from it, closed his eyes, and slowly moved his fingers
Holding the hilt of the sword, the steel in the scabbard trembled and hummed.
Wan Qiniang said: "But because I have taken action against the young master?"
Wei Yuan said:
"Did you kill someone?"
"innocent people."
Wei Yuan raised his head slightly, thinking of the shrill wailing he heard when passing by Fuchun Community.
The five fingers are clasped together, clanking and whistling, and the Han sword is unsheathed.
Rumble.
Thunder thundered in the sky and it started to rain.
Sprinkle the talisman water on the blade of the sword with your right hand and stroke the blade with your fingers.
The blood was left behind, but it left golden traces on the blade.
[Note on spirit]: The spirit contained in the weapon can harm monsters and monsters.
Wei Yuan slowly lowered his horse stance and held the hilt of the sword with both hands.
The sword blade pointed at the wandering soul who had previously devoted all his strength to help him fulfill his wish.
Wei Yuan closed his eyes heavily, Qiniang's experience, the despair of the past, the danger of the human heart, the reason for turning into a ghost, and the sad wailing of the mother who lost everything when passing by the Fuchun community, all came to him. Maybe this is
In real life, whether you are a Crouching Tiger Colonel or a knight-errant, sometimes nothing can be changed.
We can only choose.
A low roar of a tiger came from the Crouching Tiger Waist Card.
Wei Yuan suppressed the depression and complexity in his heart, opened his eyes, and whispered:
"Whoever kills must pay with his life."
"Dahan Sili Xiaowei, Wei Yuan..."
The sword tip was raised and pointed at Wan Qiniang.