The author of the tenth volume, Iraq, is purely here to make soy sauce, don't spray it

Dusk is raining

A man walked into the village with the words Peach Blossom Village from the end of the setting sun, he was dressed in a white coat and the green silk scattered behind him, and the wind was a little messy, but he could not hide his handsome and unparalleled appearance at all

His clear face was written with wandering fatigue, his eyes were gloomy, and he held a long sword in his hand and walked straight towards the village

I saw that there were no more people on the street, and most of them went home to collect their clothes

But not far from the entrance of the village, there was still a storyteller sitting under a dead peach tree, who seemed to have no intention of closing the stall

The sweltering heat and the strong winds could not hide the unbearable heat

"Sir, may you sell the next bowl of tea," he said, walking over and sitting down at the stall

"Why don't you go home yet, young man," the storyteller glanced at him, expertly poured a bowl of tea and handed it to him

He took the tea, took a sip and said with a smile: "Home is wandering, where is home?"

The storyteller looked back at the peach tree behind him, who had no business, and said with affection in his eyebrows: "Isn't the place where she is home?"

"Hahaha......" The two laughed together, and the storyteller also filled a cup of tea, and the two drank tea instead of wine

Suddenly, the sky turned dark, and the clouds rolled, and from time to time there was a rumbling thunder, and the whole day was halfway through the day, and then there was a "whoosh" sound

Seeing that he was silent for a moment, the melancholy in his eyes was all revealed, and he sighed, "She and she are gone, how can I be home," he smiled bitterly, and then took another sip of tea, "Don't say how much is your tea, sir," and then he took out the silver from his pocket

The storyteller gently pressed his hand and shook his head: "Young man, you don't need gold or silver to drink tea here, you just need you to tell a story, look at you with a sword on your waist, I think you are a person in the rivers and lakes, why don't you tell me a story"

He also looked down at his sword and whispered, "Since I left Wanhualou with her, this sword has never been unsheathed."

"Wanhualou" The storyteller was stunned, turned around again, stroked the branches of the peach tree, and said gently, "Ruojing, he must be a person with a story."

The storyteller has not been out of Peach Blossom Village over the years, he has heard of the things outside, the Wanhualou is famous all over the world, and the seven people in the building are all talented in the early Hongwu Dynasty, Wu Gongda "Wonderful Pen Shenghua", Tanhualang, Northern Yuan Escape Concubine, Xia Lanxi, "Closed Moon Shame Flower", Nameless Flower, Forget Worries, Valley Lord Xu Hefeng, "Ask Liu Xunhua", Antique Flower, Cold-blooded Killer Song Jiuqing, "Human Face Peach Blossom", Chrysanthemum, Jiunan Dynasty Chen Descendant, He "Loves Wine and Loves Flowers"** Hua, Fujian Famous Prostitute Zhang Lianhuo "Water-based Yang Flower" Jade Face Flower Jianghu Prodigal Son, Baiziguan "Langrui Floating Flower" White waves

It's just that after the Lingshan Martial Arts Conference, the Wanhualou dispersed for some reason, and a few people forgot about each other in the rivers and lakes

The storyteller's thoughts were not broken, and then he took out a plain silk from his bosom, with a faint red pen on it:

"Flowers bloom and fall for a long time, and they fall red and return to loneliness"

"Oh, this is," said the storyteller, smiling at the peach tree

The roar and thunder got closer, his face felt like rain flowing, and the sound of rain hitting the leaves came from his ears, so he hurriedly put away the plain silk

"This ...... She sent it to you," the storyteller asked

"No, this is what I'm going to give her," his thoughts went back to that day, he pondered for a long time, and wrote such a sentence, just to smile at Bo Hongyan, but what he saw was the red jade and the moon in his arms

"Oh that...... I won't ask any more questions, but I'll listen to your story," the storyteller said, taking a sip of his tea, just waiting for him to open his mouth

This is really worthy of the hazy smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River

He picked up his teacup and thought about it carefully, smiling with a smile on his brow, "That was hundreds of years ago......"

There is a man named Chen Xiao in Wanhualou, hundreds of years ago, he was still a scholar, he was not from Yangzhou, but for some reason he came to Yangzhou to study, maybe he just wanted to see with his own eyes the world-famous Weiyang flower

The slim Qionghua in the Qionghua view has thousands of postures, and in his eyes, it seems to be a graceful woman, as if it is familiar

"Wansheng unintentionally offended, but there is no place to lie in the middle of the view, I don't know if I can let the late-born stay overnight," Chen Xiao carried the book bag on his back, and saw that it was getting late, so he came to the view to ask for the aisle

The chief closed his eyes and never opened his eyes to look at him, "There is no place to live in the Qionghua Temple, if the donor does not dislike it, he will stay in the Wushuang Pavilion for a night."

"Thank you, Dao Chief," Chen Xiao said goodbye to the Dao Chief, and came to the Wushuang Pavilion in the mouth of the Dao Chief

This Wushuang Pavilion was next to the Qiong flower, and he could watch the woman in his eyes fall asleep at night

It was the night moon, the white breeze was clear, Chen Xiao was dressed in thin clothes, lying on the ground without a cloth, bending over the pavilion, leaning on the Zhu Yan on the edge of the pavilion with his back

"Do you remember that in March, after the flowers bloomed, leaning on the flowers and sniffing", when Chen Xiao dreamed back at midnight, he heard the voice of a woman in his ears, so he slowly opened his eyes, where was there a woman around, only the eight five-petaled white jade flowers swayed gently in the breeze

"I was drunk under the Wushuang Pavilion, and I knew that I could live up to Guangling Spring", Chen Xiao was already sleepy at the moment, and when he saw this peerless and independent flower in front of him, he couldn't help but chant the poem of Ouyang Yongshu, a monk of 61 Layman, thinking it was wonderful

Yixing flew to take the book, borrowed the light under the moon, read it at night, and when there was a gust of wind, Chen Xiao also felt that the spring was cold, and he inadvertently shuddered

At this time, he only felt that someone had put on a dress for him from behind, "Childe, the wind is strong at night, don't worry about cold", and the voice floated into his ears like a bell

Chen Xiao was stunned, where did the woman come from in this Taoist temple, but now he can feel it really, that is, a woman's hand still has some residual warmth

"Childe, don't you remember the trace," her voice became soft, and suddenly crashed into his heart

"Trace...... Sound...... What is that," Chen Xiao frowned slightly, turned his handsome eyebrows, turned around and asked, only then did he see the woman in front of him wearing a white full-breasted skirt, with a double flat bun on her head, and a pair of bright eyes as clear as water, and she looked ignorant of the world, so that he forgot to continue to ask why she appeared here

"Tracetrack is my name, you gave me my name...... Forget," her eyes were stunned at first, and then turned into loss, lowered her head, and muttered, "Why haven't I waited here for a thousand years, and he hasn't come back?"

Chen Xiao looked at her buried head and felt a little distressed, strangely because it was only the first time he met this woman, but it gave him a feeling of being at home

"What a strange name," Chen Xiao thought for a while and said, it was indeed the first time he had heard such a different name

Trace Yin opened those big eyes and looked at Chen Xiao extremely seriously: "Childe, do you also think this name is very strange, the person I was waiting for also told me this way a thousand years ago, I thought he was teasing me, it turns out that he really dislikes my name."

"No, the girl's name is unique and unstained, how dare you think it is strange under the vulgar dust," he waved his hand, only to find that the Qionghua in this view was gone

"Haha, I know the trace, but it's the little Qiong flower," the storyteller asked, laughing

Chen Xiao told the story, half of the previous worries dissipated, and at this moment, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he nodded, "Sir, listen to me, and tell me what happened later."