After a few days in this way, the man was able to take care of himself and was familiar with the structure of the attic, and he walked without any obstacles. I also gradually figured out some things here, and the general picture has already appeared in my mind.

But what seems to be missing? What's missing?

After a while, the man suddenly realized that there was a clear smile missing, and a flowing purple dress was missing.

Sitting alone under the big tree in the courtyard, the knotted hands gently plucked the strings, and the lingering sound was in the ears.

Even the surrounding dense forests stretched their waists, even the birds in the forest stopped to listen, and even the early sun in the sky became softer and softer.

In the song.

But suddenly I heard a clear flute invading, like a thread entwining the sound of the piano, supporting each other.

It is like the young leaves are moistened by rain, like birds flying to the sky, like the early sun breaking away the clouds and mist, and it is suddenly full of light.

The man's fingers paused slightly, and he looked up, only to find that it was still dark in front of him. But that touch of purple clothes still appeared in my mind.

At this moment, he hated himself so much for being blind.

The sound of the piano and the sound of the flute complement each other, such as singing and crying, like a dream, like a fire, such as cutting, such as a fire, such as a fire.

The end of the song.

The aftermath lingers, who is stupid, who is drunk.

"I didn't think you still had such skills!" The bright smile of the woman in purple echoed in the silent courtyard again, like the arid ground being moistened by heavy rain.

The man remained silent, his fingers caressing the strings, but his fingertips trembled slightly.

"Come on! You must be hungry! Look what delicious I've brought! This is the Qinyuan fog that the two masters are still fighting for at the bottom of the mountain! But I got it back! The woman in purple seemed to be very happy, and said to herself.

The man couldn't see her, he could only hear her still clear voice, and he only felt an inexplicable anger in his heart infinitely amplified.

Why did she go away for so long?

Why didn't she ask him a word when she came back, how are you doing these days?

Why can she still act like nothing happened?

Unconsciously, he suddenly felt that he had so much in his heart, why he couldn't have it in the first place!

The man felt a little terrible for a moment, he had never had this feeling of not accepting Zhikong zhì in his heart, and he couldn't have it!

The man staggered to his feet, strode towards the attic, and slammed the door shut.

The forest shadow swayed, and the breeze came slowly, blowing the corners of the purple-clothed woman's clothes, and the gauze on her arms and legs that was still oozing blood was particularly dazzling.

The woman in purple looked at the closed door, staggered a little, and could only stand firm by holding on to the stone table, her pale thin lips were pursed, and her fingers gently stroked the strings, looking dazed.

The man has been able to go to the surrounding woods to pick some wild fruits to eat, and every time he comes back, he may or may not feel the breath of the woman in purple.

It's just that the two have never said a word since that day, as if there is an invisible estrangement between the two, which feels a little inexplicable, but so profound. I can't tell what it is, but it's so clear.

On this day, when I came back from the forest, there was no breath of a woman in purple inside or outside the attic. The man's heart was irrepressibly lonely, and he forced himself to suppress this feeling, cleaned the wild fruits he picked, and gently placed them on the stone table.

was about to go back to the house to heal, but he felt the arrival of someone's breath from far and near, and the breath was very unfamiliar, not that of the woman in purple.

The man turned to face in the direction of the comer, raising his vigilance. Surrounded by anger.

I only heard a deep male voice from the sky: "Stinky girl!" Come out and show the old man your injuries! You disobedient stinky! deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors like this, and wanted the old white-haired man to send the black-haired man! The old man is still so-"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the person who came had already fallen into the courtyard, dressed in a plain robe, and the person arrived before the sound arrived. Who is not a cloud master?

And then another plain figure fell into the courtyard, still wearing a plain robe, who can squeeze side by side with Master Yiyun, who is not Master Zhikong?

When Master Zhikong got off the ground, he began to rush towards Master Yiyun, shouting, "You dead old man! Don't think you're fast, just-"

The sound stopped abruptly again.

Both of them stared at the man in the courtyard with wide eyes, and then were eerily silent for a long time.

The man had already let down his guard, he didn't feel any bad smell from the visitor, and he heard the words of the visitor.

Is she hurt? He didn't know!

"This stinky girl even dares to hide the wounded privately! She doesn't even know how to take care of herself as a wounded person! Master Yiyun blew his beard and glared.

"Where did you run again? This stinky girl! Say yes today. The Master of Void Stopping looked around, but there was no figure of the woman in purple.

"Huh!" Master Yiyun's gaze at the man changed, and he immediately jumped in front of the man and stared with wide eyes.

The man felt his scrutiny, but he still stood calmly, not saying a word.

Master Yiyun reached out and wanted to pick off the white cloth on his eyes, but he stopped again and muttered, "It's time for the stinky girl to scream again!" ”

Master Zhikong also jumped over at some point, looked at Master Yiyun's appearance, looked at the man again, and reached out to pat Master Yiyun's bald head. He shouted, "Dead old man! You have to hold back, you can't stuff people in my temple anymore!" It's already overcrowded! ”

Master Yiyun opened the clutches of Master Zhikong and shouted, "Aren't I here to let your broken temple carry forward!" You're still yelling here! Don't get cheap and sell well! ”

Master Zhikong was angry and wanted to continue arguing, but he saw that Master Yiyun's face was not as crazy as before, and he felt that something was not normal.

Only then did he follow his gaze and look at the man, and he was also stunned.

Although the two of them like to travel far away, it does not mean that they don't care about the world at all, it is precisely because they know and see through that they have the heart to let go.

Besides, no matter how bad they were, they wouldn't mistake the man in front of them. It's just that his presence here is a bit of a surprise for the two of them. It looks like he's seriously injured. A few days ago, the people in the court were secretly looking for them, and they had also paid attention to them, but they didn't expect people to be here.

Master Yiyun snorted: "This stinky girl-"

When Master Zhikong heard this, he was about to pat Master Yiyun on the head again, but Master Yiyun dodged lightly.

Master Zhikong glared at him, but he looked back at the man who was standing quietly, and said respectfully: "The old man is the presiding officer of Qingquan Temple!" ”

Master Yiyun also rarely stopped laughing, and said casually: "The old decay is the presiding officer of Yiyun Temple!" Old decay and emptiness have had a relationship with the emperor! I don't know if the emperor still remembers! ”

This sound of the emperor made the surrounding air instantly condense, and then it drifted with the wind. (To be continued.) )