Chu Yurui, who was lying in Bai Qishu's arms, gradually closed her eyes, and a wisp of soul flew out of the jade curtain hook, floating in the flying snow, and her translucent body seemed so real. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking closely at the eyebrows and eyes, they were the same as Chu Yurui, and the soul glanced at Chu Yurui, who had fainted, and lowered his eyes, and the crystal tears slid down and fell into the snow.

"Fu Que ......" Yue Zirui called softly, for three hundred years, her soul has been hiding in the jade curtain hook for so long, just waiting for the day when she can reunite with him, even if she is a wisp of soul, even if she can't live long in this world, she has to see him with her own eyes.

"Ah Rui, are you really my Ah Rui?" Fu Que's hands trembled, and he was so excited that he could hardly speak, but this kind of Ah Rui made him afraid, she was like a dream, ethereal, as if she would leave him in the next second.

He tried to hug her, but when his fingertips touched the wisp of soul, it passed through it as if it were nothing.

"Ah Rui has been waiting for you, waiting for you in the dark jade curtain hook." When she died, she found that her soul still existed in this world, so she tried her best to seal her soul in the jade curtain hook no matter how much she suffered.

In the past three hundred years, so many masters of the Slender Hall have come into contact with the jade curtain hook, but none of them have been able to wear it.

Only Chu Yurui, who looked exactly like her, woke up her sleeping soul after dripping the jade curtain hook with blood, and successfully put on the jade curtain hook.

This shows that Chu Yurui is a body that suits her to a certain extent, if she had made up her mind to invade her body when Chu Yurui put on the jade curtain hook and erase her original memory, then she and Fu Que would already be a pair of immortal couples now.

But she couldn't do this, she saw that Chu Yurui's temperament was not as fragile as other women, she disguised herself as a man and ran the Immortal Pavilion; She braved the odds and risked her to investigate her family's affairs thoroughly.

So Yuezirui thought, wait, wait, wait a little longer, and when she finishes avenging, everything will be easy to say.

But the more she got to the back, the more unbearable she became, because she also had her own lover, just like she and Fu Que at the beginning.

If she really did this, what difference would it be from the wicked people who broke her up and Fu Que back then.

Therefore, she still made a ghost living in the jade curtain hook and looked at him silently, which was enough.

Fu Que's eyes suddenly became fierce, he couldn't listen to any other preaching at the moment, he only knew that Chu Yurui was Ah Rui's best body, as long as Ah Rui could be resurrected, what about others, what did it matter to him?

He strode towards Chu Yurui, who was still unconscious, but Hua Hesu blocked him like a wall of flesh, "Don't you think about it!" ”

Chu Chu's body to others? Why! Unless he stepped over his own corpse.

Yuezirui's soul became more and more transparent, she shook her head, and said weakly: "It's useless, it's useless......"

Her eyes gradually became hollow, "That palm has already wiped me out, but I don't regret it." ”

"What happened back then, Duyun was not wrong, and you were not wrong, it was only time that was wrong."

"Fu Que, don't pursue it to others anymore, can you bear to watch the events of the past repeat themselves in others? Or, are you willing to break up a couple of lovers? ”

Yuezirui's voice drifted in the air, farther and farther away, in the ice and snow, there were many plum petals out of thin air, and as the snow drifted away with the wind, the wisp of soul gradually disappeared, and there was no shadow.

I know that it is not snow, but there is a dark fragrance.

When she left, she didn't even leave that dark incense.

"Ah Rui-" Fu Que watched in a panic as the wisp of soul gradually disappeared, his hands waved wildly in the air, but he didn't even grasp a single petal, and the thick snow left only his heavy footprints, and after a few steps forward, he plunged into the snow as if he had lost his soul, and there was no sound.

In the dream, Ziyun is still there, he may be holding a wine jug to pour wine for her, or he may be sitting idly under the bamboo forest and stroking the piano.

The tender green bamboo leaves fell on his shoulders, and he raised his hand to flick it lightly, and when he stood up, he looked like a fairy.

Chu Yurui once saw a purple bamboo in Baiju Temple, it is rumored that the purple bamboo blooms once in a lifetime, and the blooming is dead, and the bamboo that blooms once is even if it withers and no one cares, at least it has walked in this world.

Ziyun's piano did not have a single string, and Chu Yurui's surroundings were also full of fog.

She couldn't see whether there was a bamboo forest, but for some reason she could see that the guqin had no strings, stretched out her hands and groped around, and finally walked to Ziyun's side, he leaned on the bamboo as usual, "Girl, burn the bamboo flute." ”

Chu Yurui was stunned for a moment, "That's not your life?" ”

"It's my life, so let's burn it." The bamboo flute is dyed with a broken antidote, and the bamboo flute is steamed with fire to make an antidote.

In this way, the people of Huaxiang were saved.

After saying this, the dream awoke.

When Chu Yurui woke up, she was covered in cold sweat, the futon was already wet, and Hua Hesu, who was sitting next to the bed, saw that she was awake, and her expression was excited, "Chu Chu!" ”

Bai Qishu, who came in with the medicine, almost dropped the medicine bowl in his hand, "Jun Su, it's good to wake up, it's good to wake up." ”

"What's the discomfort? Where does the body hurt? Dizziness or not, thirst or not? ”

As soon as she woke up, there were a lot of questions, which made Chu Yurui cry and laugh, and after sleeping for a while, Chu Yurui felt much better.

But now the most important thing is not herself, but the people who are infected with strange diseases, Chu Yurui ignored the cold outside the futon, and directly got out of bed to find the bamboo flute, she held the bamboo flute tightly in her hand, as if she were a treasure.

This was the last thing Ziyun said to himself when he left, and when he left, he left nothing but this bamboo flute.

And now, this bamboo flute can't be left, Chu Yurui can't tell what it feels like in her heart.

Under the White Horse Temple, the incense is vigorous, and the people who come and go are still talking about the deeds of the former master Chen, and the strange disease spreads in these times, and people are panicking, and many people pin their hopes on the Buddha.

But heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs, and only human efforts can change the situation of this world.

Smoke rises from among the pine leaves, and the color of the bamboo flute soaked in hot water gradually turns from the original tender green to yellow, and all the people who are infected with strange diseases come here to drink the water soaked in the bamboo flute.

They don't know whether this method is useful or not, most people think it's a fantasy, but dead horses are used as live horse doctors, and they have no way out, and they don't know what other way can solve it.

But the fact is like a miracle, so that the whole Anping is lit up again, overnight, the people who have drunk the water are slowly getting better, and the terrible strange diseases in the past are no longer the talk of the people.