The heavy snow continued to fall until the night, and it still did not see a light, and it fell so that the sky and the earth were white, and the four fields were caged in the cold.

The Buyezhuang, which had never been inhabited, became more and more lonely and strange in the snowy field. The wild vegetation around Zhuangzi also withered and rotted due to the severe cold of midwinter.

It's been a long time since I've seen a living person in this place.

It is said that the Zhuangzi is haunted, and only those who go in and do not come out.

Over time, no one approached for miles.

When the people are gone, the plants begin to grow wildly, growing more and more, growing denser and denser. In the summer, the dense greenery is as magnificent as the ocean.

In the night, the wind blew, and the blades of grass collided and rattled.

After listening to it for a long time, it really looks like a ghost is crying.

The national teacher stood at the gate of the nightless village, looking up at the plaque on the top. But it was mottled and the wood was rotten, so I could see it clearly.

He squinted for a long time before he could barely make out one of the words.

It's vague, like a "Song".

He raised his cane and tapped the plaque twice.

The debris immediately fell with the wind, like another snowfall.

"Do you know who the best killer in the world is?" he looked intently at the "snow" in front of him, and asked the person next to him in a low voice.

"It's time. ”

Xue Huaijian was giving him an umbrella.

The umbrella that has been held in the arms of the slash on weekdays is now tightly covering the top of their heads. The peony on the umbrella is in full bloom, but it is soon covered by the snow.

There was no hesitation in Xue Huaijian's voice.

Jiao Xuan nodded with satisfaction.

He withdrew his crutches, put them in his hands again, and said, "No matter how powerful a person is, he can't compete with the ruthlessness of time." No one or anything can be destroyed by time. ”

There is a shallow pit on the plaque at the entrance of the houseless village.

It was the mark left by Jiao Xuan's two light knocks.

This plaque has been completely damaged by the years.

Jiao Xuan stared at this pit and said slowly: "After so many years, no one remembers who the original owner of this Zhuangzi is. "It's terrible, time changes, and the vast majority of people will be annihilated by the years and disappear in the long river of history.

He didn't want to be like that at all.

For eternity, he wants to live.

It is good to live in the hearts of others, in dreams, in envy, and even in hatred.

Either way, he didn't want to be a ghost that no one remembers.

Jiao Xuan retracted his gaze and fell on the adopted son beside him. The handsome, silent young man was almost identical to what he had imagined when he picked them up.

It's so easy to feed.

Give some food and drink, throw away two books, and teach some kung fu, and you have become the extraordinary appearance you are today.

It's a pity that he actually fell in love with Qi Yuanzhang's daughter.

Jiao Xuan calmly called "Jing Ningbo", and then said, "In your opinion, how is this place?"

Qi Yuanzhang was originally standing three or five steps away from them, but when he heard this, he took a step back: "I'm afraid this ghost place is really haunted." ”

He said two words of "ghost" in one breath, and it became more and more ghostly to make this Zhuangzi more and more ghostly.

Jiao Xuan laughed: "I didn't expect Jing Ningbo to be afraid of this." ”

Qi Yuanzhang shook the falling snow on the big cloud, and said in a trembling voice: "Isn't the national teacher afraid of ghosts?"

Jiao Xuan still smiled, while looking around the four fields, looking at the guards they brought this time.

Xue Huaijian noticed his gaze and said in a low voice, "There is no trace of the Restoration Army at the moment. ”

Jiao Xuan bowed his head slightly when he heard this, and said something that he didn't know whether it was true or false: "Don't worry." He lowered the hook, hung up the bait, and waited for the stupid fish to take the bait, how could he not be in a hurry?

Waiting is always painful.

A breath is like a lifetime.

It's so long, and it's naturally difficult.

But he said he was not in a hurry, so he had no choice but not to hurry.

Qi Yuanzhang didn't stand close, but his ears were still fresh, and he heard Jiao Xuan's words clearly. Half of his face was hidden under the hood, and his voice became muffled.

"The wind is blowing, and the ghosts don't dare to come, where do the miscellaneous people of the Restoration Army dare. ”

Jiao Xuan laughed when he heard this, walked down the steps of the door and said, "There are always three or two people who are bold." ”

Qi Yuanzhang wrapped his clothes tighter, and suddenly asked, "Did you hear ......?"

"What did you hear?" Jiao Xuan was stunned.

Qi Yuanzhang said quickly: "Someone is crying!"

In the wind and snow, whimpering, it really looked like someone was crying.

Qi Yuanzhang gasped, his face full of panic.

Jiao Xuan listened with bated breath for a while, waved his hand and said, "Uncle, listen carefully, which one is crying, it is clearly the voice of the side." ”

Qi Yuanzhang ignored him and said to himself: "This place is unlucky!"

He curled up in his loose robe.

The dense patterns on it look very dazzling in the light.

A timid man dressed in bells and whistles.

It's funny to look at.

So Jiao Xuan laughed.

He smiled while asking Xue Huaijian to accompany Qi Yuanzhang: "This ghost is not a ghost, I'm not afraid, I didn't expect Jing Ningbo to be so timid." ”

The snow particles crackled and hit Xue Huai's umbrella.

Qi Yuanzhang couldn't help but look up.

He'd seen the umbrella.

The umbrella surface is painted with large peony flowers.

It is a good match for his clothes.

He stood under the umbrella and suddenly remembered too little.

The kid who Taiwei likes is standing beside him at the moment. But he really couldn't be satisfied with this kid. There are so many men in the world, and school-age children are everywhere, why does she want to look at the son of the national teacher?

Qi Yuanzhang had a headache and rubbed his temples vigorously.

The sky is dark and cloudy.

It's another night.

It had been half a day since they arrived at the gate of Buyezhuang, but the national teacher had never meant to go in. As the snow gradually lightened, the group came the same way, retreated the same way, and soon left this strange place.

At dawn, Qi Yuanzhang entered the palace with Jiao Xuan.

He never sent a message home again.

Jiao Xuan was a little puzzled: "Why didn't Jing Ningbo send someone back to pass the word?"

Qi Yuanzhang waved his hand and said, "No, sooner or later, I have to go back, there's nothing to say, let them go." ”

After he finished speaking, he went to sleep by himself, and slept until he was dark, not knowing the geometry of the world. In the end, it was Jiao Xuan who personally brought the chessboard in and called him up.

"Come on, let's come to the next game. Jiao Xuan played chess while affectionately beckoning him to sit down, "These chess pieces are all made of jade, all of them are the same, and they are not easy to come by, I am reluctant to take them out to play with others on weekdays." ”

Qi Yuanzhang sat down sleepily.

He was still sleepy.

Jiao Xuan handed him the sunspot and said with a smile: "It's all the best Mocui." ”

Qi Yuanzhang rubbed his eyes and didn't answer: "I'm not good at chess, I'm afraid I don't deserve this." ”

Jiao Xuan insisted on stuffing the chess stick into his hand: "If Jing Ningbo is not worthy, then I'm afraid there will be no one who is worthy." ”

He had been looking forward to this game for a long time.

Jiao Xuan looked at Qi Yuanzhang with a slight smile.

Qi Yuanzhang suddenly fell asleep.

He realized that what Jiao Xuan said was not chess at all.