The environment in Qi'an Xuan is extremely quiet, and it is frosty, which is even more calm at this moment.

After coming to Qi'an Xuan, Xun Liang came back after explaining some important things, and Wen Yan came back, without saying a word, his face was a little dark, which was really strange.

Bai Taoli also realized that something must have happened, according to Wen Yan's temperament, it shouldn't be like this.

Several people sat at the stone table in front of the courtyard, silent.

There was a "rustling" sound in the courtyard, the sunset filled the entire sky, and the courtyard was also red and red, which made the expressions of several people unpredictable.

Bai Taoli lowered her head, feeling empty in her heart, thinking about it, but she couldn't think of anything.

"Taoli, you go back to the room first, Xun Liang and I still have some things to discuss." Wen Yan looked at Tao Li and said, there seemed to be some urgency in his tone.

What is it that makes Wen Yan so anxious?

"I'm tired of running around today, so let's rest early, and in a few days it will be the Shangyuan Festival in this place." Although Xun Liang did not reply to Wen Yan's words, as soon as these words came out, Bai Taoli knew about it, and obediently took the wooden ghost to the backyard.

There was a plane tree outside the house where Bai Taoli lived, the leaves of the plane tree had fallen away, and the thin trunk branches were like white bones, and a sense of desolation spread to the bottom of my heart.

"Sycamore ......" Bai Taoli put down the wood ghost and walked to the sycamore tree, "It's already withered...... It's a pity that this towering plane tree has fallen and withered. ”

A wave of sadness spread from the bottom of my heart.

Evening is a sad and good time. She couldn't help but think of this sentence.

After Bai Taoli entered the house, he sat down at the table.

"Wood ghost, can you speak now?" Bai Taoli asked as he put the wood ghost on the table and looked into her eyes.

"Meow...... "Meow" The wood ghost squealed lazily, and slowly spit out human language, "Master? ”

Bai Taoli looked happy: "Wood ghost, you can call me Taoli in the future." ”

The black cat rubbed Bai Taoli's hand, as if asking you what's wrong.

"Wood ghost, you said that when you first came to Luoling City, Master and Old Man Wen were very worried...... Isn't there any danger......

"I think this Qi'an Xuan is also weird, except for the two little guys standing at the door, there is no one in the house. From the moment I came in, I felt uncomfortable. ”

Bai Taoli stroked the wood ghost, and the wood ghost closed his eyes slightly, listening to Bai Taoli keep talking.

"My grandfather's Yi'an Building is also here, and I'm afraid to see it, I'm worried that it will really become what I think it is now...... But I also hope and desire to see it again......" Bai Taoli choked up more and more as she spoke, and finally burst into tears.

It was the first time she had cried after forgetting her pain, and now she had come to the place that had made her laugh and scarred, and she remembered the pale, inhumane, murderous pale woman.

Bai Taoli's face was as white as a ghost, and his whole body kept shaking, and he couldn't help but use more force when he was stroking the hand of the wood ghost, and the wood ghost was scratched and hurt, and a spirit got up and saw the scene of Bai Taoli, and his heart was shocked.

Something is wrong!

"Taoli, you're tired, it's time to rest." The wood ghost hurriedly jumped onto Bai Taoli's shoulder and used his spiritual power to make her fall asleep.

If you don't stop it in time, I'm afraid you will lose your mind.

After recovering, when I first saw Bai Taoli, the wood ghost felt that she was a little strange, and the spiritual power of others was very sufficient, lingering all over the body, and the spiritual power of Bai Taoli faded into the thin dust, fluctuating, and later found out that Bai Taoli was a broken soul.

Those with crippled souls can't cultivate spiritual power, and they can't practice martial arts, but how does Bai Taoli practice spiritual power? Although this house is only a little more resentful and resentful, it doesn't matter to them, but once the soul crippled person complains too much, it will cause the resentful spirits in the house to pour out.

At the least, he went mad, or at worst, he lost his life and was occupied by resentful spirits.

It is also strange to say, why did Xun Liang choose such a residence......

"Fortunately, I found it in time," the wood ghost looked at Bai Taoli lying on the table and sighed softly, "However, how can you be so weak, people with broken souls are rare......" The wood ghost couldn't help but start feeling sorry for her master, it seems that she is also a hard-working person......

"It seems that it will take a long time to get you to know it all......" The wood ghost jumped off the table, looked back at the sleeping white peach plum, and walked out of the room on tiptoe with furry paws.

The table in the room fell into the light of dusk, and above the light, the shadow of the sycamore, intricate, thick and faint, like a painting.

The wind blew in gently, blowing the slender eyelashes of the white peach plum.

......· ༝·......

As soon as Bai Taoli heard the sound of the wind in his ears, he knew that it was Zhiyi Pavilion again, when would this dream be finished?

There was a little pain in my chest...... When did I fall asleep......

Bai Taoli got up and found that it was still at the stone table in Zhiyi Pavilion, and the position of the tea and the reverse locust branch had not changed, but Taoli was gone.

Looking around, I didn't find Bai Taoli's figure, if it was just after a while, then she should still be here...... When I think about it, I feel more and more wrong.

She picked up the locust branch on the stone table and looked at it, it was already shriveled, so it must have been several days here......

She immediately ran to Tao Li's room, hurriedly pushed open the door, and saw Tao Li sitting at the table and continuing to paint.

"Yo, wake up?" Tao Li looked at the half-open door and said with a smile.

Wuluo didn't reply, just looked at Tao Li in a daze, and the girl's face showed a tired look.

"You've been asleep for two days, I thought you wouldn't be able to get up......" Although Tao Li said these with a smile, she couldn't hear the trills in her words, "Old man Wen hasn't been out of the house for two days, and I don't know what I'm doing." ”

"Tao Li, don't you have any friends?"

"What do you want to do? If you want it, it's the same as not, and when I go back to Zhiyi Pavilion, what friends and interesting things have nothing to do with me. She replied very calmly.

Friend, she has it, but when she returned to Zhiyi Pavilion, she cut off contact with the outside world.

At that moment, Wuluo began to feel sorry for Tao Li, although Zhiyi Pavilion could bring her peace and protect her well, but it made her lose everything she should have.

"But it's useless for me to ask for those, in the end, it's still not good, this crippled body, no one wants to carry an oil bottle...... In Zhiyi Pavilion, it is the best choice. ”

"Peach and Plum ......"

"Wuluo, you haven't told me your story yet." Tao Li's originally lowered head was raised again, and there was still a little more melancholy in those clear eyes.

"Me? What's so good about my story...... I don't have a story. Wuluo didn't plan to tell her his story now, they were the same person.

Tao Li picked up the brush in frustration and continued to sketch on the canvas: "Since you don't want to say it, then don't say it...... And why tell me there is no story? ”

That's right, who in this world doesn't have a serious story?

"Then let me tell you a story I heard, which is the story of a little girl I knew in the camp, and her story is very similar to yours." Wuluo thought for a while and decided to tell her the story of "White Peach and Plum", after all, "Wuluo" really has no story.

"Okay......" Tao Li said.

"The little girl had been brought up by her grandfather since birth, and had lived as a man, and no one knew her true identity except her grandfather and her.

"Grandfather has a theater, he taught her to sing, teach her to write, teach her to behave in the world, let her become a gentle and elegant son in the eyes of others, grandfather once wanted to teach her martial arts, but she was too stupid, how to teach martial arts is always taught, so her grandfather gave up teaching her these. The grandfather thought that maybe it was because of his daughter's body, so he fell in love with poetry and songs, and enjoyed the bamboo and listened to the snow.

She also had close friends, and she also thought about living her life as a man like that, inheriting her grandfather's theater and carrying it forward.

"But......" Wuluo's whole face was almost painfully twisted together, but it didn't matter, no one could see her here.

Tao Li listened in a daze: "But what's wrong?" "Her heart is going to be entangled, and she can't practice martial arts...... She had even guessed something.

But the good times didn't last long, that day was the birthday of her grandfather's theater, and her childhood friends also came, she never thought that it would be the last time she had a happy reunion with them......

The next day, my grandfather asked the two of them to go to the theater, thinking that they were taking their friends to visit, but in the theater they met a murderous woman, who wanted to kill her, but accidentally killed her childhood friend...... Thinking she was dying, she was rescued by a man in black......

"When she woke up, she realized that not only her grandfather's theater had suffered like this, but even her grandfather ......" Wuluo said slowly, and finally burst into tears, choking one after another.

Tao Li knew that it was someone else's story, it was clearly her own, she didn't know what to say, she only knew that silence was better than sound at this time.

Wuluo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "This is the story of the little girl I want to tell you." ”

Tao Li smiled bitterly: "Fate is so tricky, I hope that little girl can spend this life safely......"

"Spend this life safely......" I'm afraid I can't.

"Did the wicked man finally find him, and did he finally kill to pay for his life?" Tao Li asked again.

Wuluo shook his head: "I haven't found it yet, but in her lifetime, she will definitely find that woman." ”

Her face was pale, tears were still there, her expression was cold, and she couldn't see joy or sorrow.

Tao Li, who was sitting on the side, looked at the direction of Wuluo and suddenly panicked in her eyes, and suddenly tears overflowed her eyes, she came back to her senses, and her hands trembled and covered the painting with gauze.

Wuluo looked at Tao Li, when she remembered her past, her eyes suddenly blurred.

Suddenly it rained in the courtyard outside the house, wetting everything outside, except for the stone table under the tree.

......°∞°......

Wake up to the dim interior of the house, the faint candle flame flickering, it is late, and the wood ghost is not there.

Bai Taoli got up and lay back on the couch, touched her cheeks, it was still wet, and she couldn't help sighing.

I thought of the last look in Taoli's eyes at her, was it fear or incredible?

But why did she look at me like that? Did she see me?

Bai Taoli was frightened by this thought, but then asked herself not to think about it anymore, it was just a dream......

A story in a dream is a story.

The story is recalled, and it seems that the person in the story is not the current person, and Bai Taoli has a headache.