The snow harrier fluttered its wings, pierced the dark yellow curtain of rain, and disappeared into the sound of the rain like a sieve.

Song Weiwen's eyes followed it and looked at the far northeast, Jinyi Wei has always been fast and ruthless, so I can estimate that at this time, Qin is almost slow, and they are almost in the capital.

Su Bujian paid attention after hearing what he said, and asked, "Liu Du? What did he come here for. ”

He is strange not without reason, the Liu family in Shuzhong is thousands of miles away from Yanjing, and his attitude towards the Central Plains martial arts has always been scornful and disdainful of communication. This family is a pure martial arts family, there are very few disciples, and the disciples are more or less related to each other. If we talk about cohesion, there may not be any family that can compare to the impermeable Liu family.

Song Weiwen disagreed, on the outside, the Liu family was indeed impeccable, but on the inside, it was ......

He laughed twice, leaped forward, fell on his back in the middle of the comfortable mattress, threw off his boots and legs, and pillowed his arms to the sound of the rain and the almost inaudible whisper downstairs and said nonsense: "It's raining." ”

Su Bujian noticed that there was something in his words, and after waiting for him for a long time without a sound, he looked back and saw that he was about to snore with his eyes closed, and suddenly his face darkened, and suddenly he heard him say again: "The rain will get heavier and heavier." ”

He was stunned for a moment, and Song Weiwen's light and steady snort gradually came, obviously really asleep. Su Bujian stood for a moment and walked to the window, the window was not closed, but nothing could be seen outside the window, only a vast and boundless pouring rain. Behind the rain curtain, the towering and steep mountains are like silent faces, and the gaze makes people fearful.

Su Bujian wasn't afraid, but felt a little uncomfortable. From the moment he entered this nameless mountain, this kind of uneasiness accompanied him all the time, from the air to the land, every tree and every stone here made him feel inexplicably depressed, so that he faintly wanted to find a place to tear out a hole and take a long breath of fresh air.

Suddenly, he heard a woman's singing in the rain! Looming, rising and falling, the one who is as ethereal as the one who sings in the rain curtain is elusive. This weather, this place, this moment, it's hard not to think about whether the person singing is a human or a ghost...... Or the spirits of the mountains.

It is said that it is rainy and dusk, and there are always some things in the mountains and forests that do not exist in the world. They are either charming and moving, or they sing gracefully, attracting passers-by to come to them step by step, and finally remain in the mountains as a nameless white skeleton.

Su Bushu doesn't believe in gods or ghosts, even if there are real ghosts, they are ghosts made by people!

Just like just now, he was still fearless, but he was more curious about what was pretending to be a ghost behind this endless rain curtain. What is she/his purpose, is it for them, or for the group of people downstairs?

Thinking that he unconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, he leaned out of the window slightly, trying to hear the words more clearly, but suddenly a loud bang downstairs interrupted his listening. He frowned, followed by a few more shouts, and without thinking about it, he knew that it must be those two groups of people who were fighting for only one Chase Shop.

is just such a distraction, when Su Bujian listens to it again, there is only the sound of rain outside the window, where is there any moving singing. He was a pity, if he was really a "spirit", he would like to see the world well. Still arguing downstairs, he stood up and walked to the table before he was about to sit down, thought about it and walked to the bed: "Did you hear anything just now?" ”

Song Weiwen was still sleeping, and Su Bujian was a little impatient with his pretense, so he directly stabbed him in the waist with a sword. Song Weiwen screamed and jumped up like a rabbit, sat with the quilt blankly for a while, and slapped the bed and got up: "Su doesn't bind your uncle!" Do you know that one of the people I hate the most in Lao Tzu's life is a little one who disturbs people's sleep! Cheap! Person? ”

Su Buxian snorted disapprerovingly, this person woke up early but pretended to be asleep clearly because he didn't want to wade into the muddy water downstairs, he sat on the bed with a big grin and smiled at him without face or skin: "I'm sorry, I was born with no other hobbies, so I like to be cheap." ”

Song Weiwen was so angry that smoke rose above his head, Su Bujian looked at the door and then at the window: "Did you hear it just now?" ”

He asked very surely, Song Weiwen rolled her eyes and lay back again, and simply said, "No." ”

Su Buxian was silent, and after a while, Song Weiwen said awkwardly: "Su Bubin, I'll tell you a story, do you want to listen to it?" ”

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The story that Song Weiwen said happened a long time ago, so long that Dayan had not yet opened the country, and Kyushu was still in a turbulent period of separation. At that time, the Son of Heaven had declined, and the various vassal states took turns to sit in the village and become dominant. However, the strength of the princes is weak and strong, the weak country is small and the people are poor and have to rely on the strong country to live, and the strong one controls the situation in Kyushu and can directly choke with the Son of Heaven.

After nearly a hundred years of annexation and conquest, only two of the original vassal states remained, one in the east and one in the west. The vassal states in the east have gone through the painstaking management of several generations of Ming monarchs, and the soldiers are strong and win the hearts of the people, and the marquis states in the west can compete with them for many years, and the natural foundation is not bad, but it is a pity that there is a mediocre and incompetent monarch, who does not know how to take care of the country and the society is only addicted to the double cultivation of the immortals and the concubines.

After more than ten years of fighting, the balance of victory gradually tilted in favor of the eastern kingdom, and at this time, a nursery rhyme suddenly circulated in various places, to the effect that the current monarch of the eastern kingdom is a demon, and it is rumored that someone in the eastern king's palace has seen the terrifying demon body of the monarch with their own eyes. The reason why Dongguo has been invincible for so many years is all because of his demon methods.

The two countries are at war with all kinds of extremes, which should have been just a joke, laughed off. However, everyone didn't expect that on the spring festival after the New Year of the Eastern Kingdom, Dongjun suddenly fell to the ground in full view of everyone, revealing a tail that did not belong to a human at all in agony.

The people were in an uproar, the world was in an uproar, and when the people of the eastern kingdom had not yet accepted that their monarch was a demon and shouted to burn him, the regent of the western kingdom at that time suddenly launched a surprise attack when the two countries negotiated peace in the New Year. The dragons of the eastern kingdom have no leader, and the ministers are also panicked, and after defeat and defeat, the world will finally be united for a long time.

The East and West merged, and a new dynasty was established in the West. However, the mediocre king was only happy for two days, and his cousin poured poisoned wine on him, and together with the new dynasty, ended his short life.

The former regent of the Western Kingdom is now the founding ancestor of Dayan.

"More than two hundred years have passed, and the east and west kingdoms have long disappeared," Song Weiwen swayed on one leg, "but a legend has also been handed down." It is said that the monarch of the Eastern Kingdom was framed by demons, and he was unwilling, and after his death, he turned into a ghost and hovered over the capital of the Great Yan Emperor, waiting for the opportunity to seek revenge, and begging for the Jiangshan Sheji that should belong to him. ”

Su Bujian found that he could listen more attentively than he imagined, and subconsciously asked, "You mean that it was the original Dongjun who sang just now?" ”

Song Weiwen gave him a big roll of the eyes again, sat up with a brush, and snatched his sword and stabbed him in hatred: "Su Bubinding, your brain is made of stone, right?" It's been dead for hundreds of years, and you're still in the east? ”

Su Buxian was embarrassed for a moment, even he felt that he was stupid to ask just now, Song Weiwen poked a few times and secretly avenged the revenge just now before coughing and sitting cross-legged on the bed: "I mean, it's never a ghost or god who wants a person's life, and what do you want to do when he dies?" Can you eat it? Can you drink it? ”

With such a reason, Su Bujian turned his mind this time and asked, "Then there will be no descendants in the Eastern Royal Family?" ”

The firelight jumped at this time, and Song Weiwen's face flickered, and he laughed: "In the past few hundred years, some have died and scattered." ”

After telling the story for so long, the noise downstairs has disappeared, and I don't know what trick the guy used to appease the two gangs. Song Weiwen rubbed his eyes, fell down with a bang, pulled up the quilt to cover his face, and muttered: "No, no, no, I'm sleepy and want to sleep." He muttered and didn't forget to instruct Su Bubin, "Okay, you sleep on the floor, so I won't sleep with dirty people." ”

Not to mention that he is hypocritical, just such a palm-sized bed board makes Su Bujian and him unwilling to squeeze.

He walked into the corner, and the candlelight couldn't find the cramped place, but he could see the doors and windows. Song Weiwen still has a conscience, and after lying down for a while, he closed his eyes and groped for a while, and threw a thin bed in the air, accompanied by a confused sentence: "Don't jump around at night, it's haunted in the mountains." ”

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"Auntie, do you say there are really ghosts in this world?"

A hundred miles away, the blue sky was cloudless, there were two stars, and a full moon with a corner cut.

Before dawn, Yongque and the others left the inn and set off quietly. The people of the Xie family made a fuss all night, and the innkeeper secretly marveled at the fact that so many people set off together like cats, and at the same time removed the door bolt.

The group rode away for a while, and suddenly a wave of people poured out of nowhere, changing horses and cars, and then turning his head, Qin saw a line of luxurious convoys standing neatly and quietly in front of him.

Huo An, who has long been accustomed to seeing her, is still thinking about Miss Xie's family: "You said that you are a good person, how can you drill into the graveyard?" ”

Qin Slow was pondering: "What are you doing when you suddenly change cars?" ”

A new face next to him smiled kindly and said, "The overseer has returned to Beijing, and his status as an old man is already shabby." The capital is not as good as other places, walking to see the horses, being an official and guarding the door, the door is high, the official is big, the horse is strong, and the people are despised if they don't nod their heads. ”