He doesn't get emotional, because he thinks it's stupid. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Among the ghosts he has seen, there are those who commit suicide for love, and those who are framed by their rivals in love, all kinds of absurd things are caused by that love word.

He listened to the stories of those little ghosts, and only felt helpless, and he didn't understand these boring entanglements between those mortals.

That day, Li Wei came to him, and he asked Li Wei to go to the marriage god to cut off his love thread.

Li Wei did not stop him, he probably knew that he would inevitably see all kinds of entanglements between men and women here, and over time he might hate these lovers.

That's fine, after all, a god, it's okay to like God, and they can be together forever.

But most of the time, God tends to like a mortal.

Mortals want to be reincarnated, which no one can change, so it is inevitable to go through all kinds of parting sorrows.

Therefore, if God is emotionally attached to mortals, it is inevitable that there will be a lot of trouble.

In this case, it is better not to move.

Therefore, some immortals want to be pure in their hearts and have few desires, and they will let the marriage god cut off their love threads.

But he didn't know that he was in love at that time.

It was then that he began to go into the world.

She has seen all over the prosperous land of smoke and willow, gentle and blessed Guigui, and she is also used to seeing the spring breeze and autumn moon flow several times.

It's just that he always feels that the bright moon in the world is not as beautiful as the underworld, just because there was once a woman in the underworld dancing under that bright moon.

He has seen the turbulent rivers, the towering mountains, the beautiful flowing clouds, and the ten miles of lotus.

It's just that there are countless beauties in the world, but after all, they can't resist the sparkle in her eyes when she turns around.

He had stopped to listen to the storyteller in the world.

He tells nothing more than some beautiful stories of men and women.

He wasn't interested in the stories, but he was standing there.

He looked at the people around him who listened to the book with relish, and he was very puzzled.

When he had finished telling the story, the listeners scattered with joy on their faces, and went back to their homes.

And he was the only one who stood by the sidelines.

The storyteller showed that he had packed his things and was about to leave, when he saw this person standing on the side, so he asked, "Childe, is there any confusion?" ”

He was silent for a moment and said, "Dare to ask Mr. What is love?" ”

The storyteller looked at him carefully, and saw that he was dignified, dressed and looked extraordinary, and did not quite understand what this man was thinking.

The storyteller thought for a while and said, "There is nothing to say about love, if it moves, it moves, there is no reason, and there is no right or wrong." It comes and goes at will, and no one can control it. ”

After that, the storyteller took one look at him and walked away.

And he stood still, not knowing why.

He doesn't understand, doesn't understand, what does it mean that there is no reason and no right or wrong.

For countless nights, his heart was still cold, only sometimes when he thought of the woman in white under the moon, he felt that heart seemed to beat in his chest.

When the Celestial Clan did not perish, he had many friends, and they often got together, ate and drank and had fun, and the days passed like that, and they did not feel bored.

Now, however, he felt as if he was lonely.

In these three realms, he could no longer find the figure of his brothers.

They disappeared forever in the Three Realms, and it was impossible to return.

He walked on the mossy bluestone slabs of the world, and saw a wisp of white smoke rising from the houses in the distance.

The smoke curled like a beautiful woman under the moon that night.

He scoffed, shook his head, and continued on his way.

He found himself more like a lonely ghost at the moment.

Originally, he thought that he could come to the world to be contaminated with a little smoke and fire, so that he would not be so sad.

However, there is no place for him in this world, and the breath of fireworks is someone else's, and it has nothing to do with him.

He sighed, feeling that he had thought too simply.

Why didn't I think about this?

The Celestial Clan is dead, and he has long since lost his home.

He laughed at himself ridiculously, he was obviously an immortal, but he had to stay in a place surrounded by yin qi all the year round, and spend that year alone.

If he did it again, he hoped that at that time, he would be able to fight the evil spirits with the gods of the Celestial Clan, despite Li Wei's dissuasion. Even if he would be wiped out in the end, at least he wouldn't have to wander the world like a lonely ghost like he did now.

He walked for a long time, and gradually heard a leisurely flute and remembered.

The sound of the flute was like the chirping of a yellow oriole at the bottom of the leaves in spring, and he only felt refreshed when he listened to it.

After walking in this world for so long, he finally felt a little interesting.

He was not in a hurry, but walked slowly, enjoying the gradual clarity of the flute.

He had a hunch that he would see the flute.

A lingering scent of flowers followed.

He was in a trance, not knowing whether the slightest tickle that came into his heart was the faintly floating fragrance of flowers or the melodious sound of the flute.

The dark clouds in the sky changed their positions in an instant, and the bright moon showed the face of the country and the city like a beautiful bride.

It was so noble and beautiful, like a woman dancing under the moon.

As the distant house drew nearer, he saw the curling smoke rising again.

The wisp of smoke fluttered in the moonlight, like a veil, half-hiding the moonlight.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly at this time.

He was fascinated by the sudden cessation of the flute, and he felt a sense of loss.

And the fragrance of flowers still wafts in the cool night, but it makes people feel sad.

He thought to himself, not this time, he will still be the same as before!

He continued walking, wanting to enter the house, when he remembered the melodious sound of the flute.

The sound is still very pleasant, and people are intoxicated.

He closed his eyes, but what came to his mind was the white-clothed woman holding a jade flute on the trunk of a tree, and her jade-like fingers were gently clasped on the flute, and above her head was a bright moon.

The moonlight shone on her face, which seemed to be translucent, as delicate as mutton fat, and as warm as jade.

The beauty is breathtaking.

The breeze blew through his hair, and he gradually opened his eyes.

There was still no one in front of him, and the contrast with the scene he had imagined in his mind just now was very different.

He walked on, and the house was getting closer and closer to him.

There was still a candle in the house.

From afar, you can see the candle swaying in the wind.

The curiosity in his heart grew stronger.

He wondered who lived here.