"The silk is tied to the wrist, and the hairpin is hanging down skillfully...... The silver bottle is exposed, the cloud window is colored, and the young man in the past is ...... Mo sings the ancient tune of Jiangnan, it is difficult to complain, Chu Jiang is depressed, ah, really, what does that old man Wu want me to carry this for?" In the dense forest of smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, a young man in a blue coarse cloth shirt is sitting in a pile of fallen leaves, leaning on the roots of the tree, crossing Erlang's legs, closing his eyes and thinking about the poem just recited, this is a Dragon Boat Festival homesick poem by the Song Dynasty poet Wu Wenying, the old man Wu in the mouth of the young man is also him, but at this time he is already over the age of sixties, and his ambition is not paid when he is young, and he comes to urge the young people in the same village, and there is also a sense of sustenance, but the young man does not seem to be interested in these, and his right hand holds a rusty plate axe on the ground and knocks it on the ground, and a large bundle of dry firewood behind him has fallen on a layer of leaves。 Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'll just chop my firewood, those big officials, what talents, don't care about what I do, there are more people in the world, even I have gone to be an official, who will chop wood!"

The young man stood up, tilted his head and stretched his waist for a long time, a fallen leaf just fell on his thick black eyes, he exhaled, but the leaf was blown high, the leaf swirled in the air a few times, fell lightly, and then "snapped" in the palm of his hand, pinched between his fingers, wrinkled his nose and said: "Tell me about you, so young, such a green leaf, why did it fall?

Under the mountain is a lake of green water, the boy put down the plate axe, squatted on a piece of bluestone, washed his face in the green water, at this time the spring river plumbing sticks to the face like warm bath water, the young man on a whim, untied his trouser belt and prepared to jump into the lake, suddenly the top of his head is dark, the lake reflects a huge object in an instant, the boy raised his eyes to see, thousands of miles in the sky, although there is still a morning mist, but vaguely can see the sun that will come overhead, in addition, where does it come from? Is it difficult to float into the forest?

Thinking of this, the young man tightened his belt, clenched his axe, and said to himself: "What dares to trespass on the territory of my Ye Zongduan hero, looking for death!"

He put on a righteous and awe-inspiring posture that was not afraid of death, and took great strides to return to the original road.

The forest is layered, dense and abnormal, some towering trees are evergreen all year round I don't know how many years they have grown, some are like coiling dragons and beards swaying into the sky, and there are crawling on the ground intertwined into a ground net, of course, there are small vines that can produce wild fruits, Ye Zong decided to grab a wild fruit and bite it in his mouth, his eyes swept left and right, looking at it from all sides, he was very familiar with this forest, where there are bird's nests, tree holes, several, how big, he knows very well, even he himself can't think of anything hiding here, even if it is hidden here, it must not be able to escape his magic eyes。

After being alert for half an hour, the nerves in the whole body were sleepy and numb, and the neck was also sore, so he relaxed his body, gnawed the wild fruit in his hand in one go, chewed it a few times, and swallowed: "I don't think I'm suspicious, there must be some demons and monsters, I'm afraid of me, I don't dare to come out when I see the big axe in my hand with one hundred and eighty changes!"

He put his hand behind his back and beat his waist, but he felt that his hand touched a cold thing, like a piece of ice that had just condensed, and his heart sank, and when he looked back, it was a dark and bright coffin!

Ye Zongzhu flew back a few feet with a "ah", hiding behind a big-leaved tree, not daring to open his eyes, this ...... When did you bring it in? Why did I chop firewood early in the morning, and I didn't see it? Also, I didn't have it when I first came, could it be a ghost?

"No, Old Man Wu has said that there are no ghosts in the world, ghosts are in people's hearts, ah, I know, it must be the big fat man of the East Village who deliberately hid in it to trick me, trying to scare me, and look at the way I fart and pee! Hmph, who am I? Am I afraid? Of course I am not afraid! I am really not afraid! Surely I am not afraid!" He comforted himself, opened his eyes boldly, and opened a leaf crack, and the coffin lay motionless in the jungle, emitting light smoke, and occasionally a leaf fell, but flew diagonally to the side.

"This must have been blown by the wind!" he touched the axe that had fallen to the ground when he was in a panic, and his brain was hot, and he shouted: "Hey, second fat man, don't pretend to be a ghost, come out quickly! If you don't come out, I'll cut a few nails, and I'll nail you inside!"

shouted a few times, but there was no response, thinking, this should really be a dead man!

Ye Zongju cautiously went around into the distance, wanting to avoid the sudden coffin, only to hear a "whoosh", the coffin actually flew up in vain, rolled up a burst of white mist, and smashed down on Ye Zongdu's head and face, Ye Zongju wanted to escape at this time, but it was too late, instinctively blocked it with his hand, and thought in his heart: This is really a ghost, Old Man Wu is still deceiving people, if there is really no ghost in this world, how can this coffin fly up by itself? It's a big deal, early death is early and early life!

"Come on!" Ye Zongju's courage was not too great, but he would never back down when the matter came, because he knew that it would be useless to retreat, so he simply took his hand away, stood up straight and shouted: "I, Ye Zongju, am sorry for you, a ghost and a wild ghost......

As soon as his words came out of his throat, the coffin cracked in front of his eyes with a "bang", followed by a few "sonorous" sounds, cracked into six sides, and spread out in front of Ye Zongjue, like a huge and clumsy and strange blooming bud, releasing a resentful musty atmosphere, choking Ye Zongju pinched his nose and kept coughing, and only after the bitter smell of medicine faded away, Ye Zongju saw that these coffins were densely covered with words, sentences and chapters, and they were very rappy.

"Why isn't there even a dead person in this coffin? It's strange, who wrote it? Or is it a trick to scare me? Oh, it must be a ghost who saw me and slipped away! Forget it, it's better not to have a dead person, it can't hurt me, I'll go home!" Ye Zongju was a little frightened in the end, grasped the plate axe, stepped back step by step, strode into the wind, dodged left and right, and ran towards the mountain with no life.

At this time, the morning fog dissipated, and you could see a long distance, but the stones under Ye Zongdu's feet, the leaves above his head, and the ridges in the distance gradually turned black, deformed, and turned into a mouthful of large and small coffins, chasing at the soles of his feet, following the top of his head, blocking in front of him, as if the world was made of a coffin at this time, Ye Zongju rolled and climbed, but the familiar forest suddenly got lost, looked up at the sun, it was dark in front of him, and a dark and bright coffin fell straight down, Ye Zongju's legs were weak, he sat on the ground, and gasped: " This coffin seems to be prepared for me, and Lord Yama is too good to me!" The coffin is still open, but this time Ye Zongdu is besieged in the middle, Ye Zongdu stared at the big eyes, swallowed his saliva fiercely, and thought that this coffin really opened his eyes, he couldn't bear the loneliness under the soil, and became a sperm, so he patted his chest and laughed: "Brother coffin, have you encountered anything annoying?" Say it, little brother, I will solve your worries, otherwise, you will relieve my worries for my little brother, don't stand in the way of my little brother!"

Ye Zongju said, his eyes fell on a paragraph of text on one of the coffins, frowned and thought for a while, then approached and took a closer look, and found that the words written in the coffin were also mixed with small characters as thin as a cow's hair. This is called the empty chip chief with resentment after his death, lying in the coffin for hundreds of years, turning into ashes and not forgetting the things before his death, the death note written in this coffin is really as he said, a hundred years later, he reappeared in the world again, and kept his wishes, hehe, this empty chip chief, the coffin is still like new for hundreds of years, he poured it well, and a puff of smoke dispersed......"

"Look at me, a poor orphan with no father and no mother, what can I do to help you? Forget it, you should not see me, I will treat me as if nothing happened, who should you go to, I don't want to be your dead body!" Ye Zongju's eyes were a little sour, he stretched his waist, grasped the axe, walked out swaggeringly around the coffin, and suddenly heard the "whew" With a bang, several coffins turned into white mist and formed a human-high vortex around Ye Zongdu's body, Ye Zongju only felt hot and dizzy, and when it was young, the white mist dissipated, and the heavens and the earth returned to the same as before.

"What happened just now, did this Dao Master come to me for revenge?" Ye Zong decided that the six gods had no master, as if he had committed an unforgivable sin, so that a dead soul of hundreds of years could not be reborn.

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