After Shen Qinghan woke up, he sat for a day without sorrow or joy, seemingly normal, but he was alive as a walking corpse. changed into the clothes that Su Wangge bought for him, and slowly walked to Yun Qingfeng.

In the sixth day of the world, there are four seasons in a mountain. The summer flowers in the world have basically failed, but the flowers of Yunqing are unique and only bloom now. I didn't pay attention to what kind of flower it was, but I could see that the petals were pink, and the pink flowers were attached to the branches, hanging down for a long time, almost touching the ground, and when the wind blew, I felt that the whole tree was shaking. The flowers fell to the ground, and I don't know which diligent disciple swept the flowers into a pile before they could be processed.

The surroundings were so quiet that only the sound of the wind came, and the feelings of loneliness and desolation came to my heart.

Walking into the gate of Yun Qingfeng, there was only one disciple guarding the door, and all the buildings around him were tied with white silk. Seeing Shen Qinghan, the disciple trotted over, his eyes were red and swollen, "Senior Uncle......

Shen Qinghan glanced at him, didn't say anything, nodded, and walked past him towards Su Elegy's Liulanju.

Pushing open the bedroom door, everything in the room was orderly, the only window was open, and the sunlight pouring in from the outside added a bit of warmth to the room. There was a table by the window, and there was something on it.

Shen Qinghan walked over slowly and saw the things on the table clearly. On the table there was a bone whistle he gave her, as well as a calligraphy and painting. Set aside the wooden box you were holding and pick up the calligraphy and drawing.

The handwriting was crooked, but she could tell she was already working on it.

"What is the limit of the light cold and drizzle, it is difficult to manage the spring. It doesn't matter if you are drunk, I'm just afraid that when you wake up, you will break people's intestines."

After returning from the back mountain, Su Elegy finished writing these few lines of poetry and took down the bone whistle hanging around his neck, "I am reluctant to make the slightest mistake with what you give me, just put it here, if you see it, take it away......" raised his eyes and looked at the long dark night outside the house, and his heart was empty.

Shen Qinghan's tears burst instantly, and he sat on the ground weakly holding calligraphy, paintings and bone whistles, "You ...... What do you want me to do with you......"

After sitting until the tears were indeed dry and could no longer flow out, and his legs were numb, he slowly stood up, carefully put away the calligraphy and paintings and bone whistles left by Su Elegy, turned around and walked to her wardrobe, opened the wardrobe, and looked at it silently for a long time.

"You see you're lying to me again...... Didn't you say that the clothes were piled up in a mountain?

In the closet lay three neatly folded clothes, one cyan and two white, with the hat she had been carrying for many years, simple.

thinks that although she is the lord of a peak, she has been poor all her life, and her sleeves are clean.

Picked out a piece of her clothes, held it in her arms, buried her head in it and took a deep breath, only to look up after a long time, put the clothes into a wooden box she brought, and slowly walked out of the door and went to the back mountain.

Walking and stopping, when I arrived at the cherry blossom tree in the back mountain, the tree had no flowers, and at a glance, it was only green. Looking underground, the clouds and mist shrouded in the abyss.

Dig a pit with the fairy sword to find a life, open the wooden box she carried, take out a tablet from it, close the wooden box again, carefully put it into the pit she dug out, and set up a mound for her.

Fill the pit with his hands, take the tablet, think about it, and carve with his sword.

Shen Qinghan's wife

Su's word elegy

The body of ten thousand gold, the peak master of the hundred schools of Xianmen Yunqing Peak

The goodness is like a passerby in the water world, holding a sword and a piano to bury the red-clothed demon.

The mana of the knife penetrates the back of the paper, and the words are attentive.

Standing the carved tablet in front of the mound of clothes, Shen Qinghan patted the soil on his hand and stood up, suddenly felt something strange on his sleeves, and lifted his sleeves to take a look.

There are eight words and a few flowers.

"Strange flowers bloom, but they can slowly return"

Shen Qinghan's fingers tightened instantly, and the desperate pool of death in his eyes rippled with hope, "Will you come back...... you are not allowed to lie to me again this time......

The clouds and mist under Yunqing Mountain suddenly dispersed, and it was clear and green, like Ying and Shen Qinghan's words no longer lied to him.

"I'll only give you ten years, and if you don't come back, I'll be dishonest to you...... I'll go to that place to find you myself......" Shen Qinghan looked at the grass and trees under the mountain, and his fingers gently rubbed these words.

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Shen Qinghan walked back from the back mountain, and before he entered Liulanju, he heard the sound of crying and crying inside. When I walked in, it was Su Elegy's apprentice monk and his entourage, sitting by the small pond with a hoe "a handful of snot and tears".

"What are you doing here?" Shen Qinghan asked aloud as he walked behind him.

The monk and his entourage were startled by this sudden voice, and when they turned around, they saw that it was Uncle Shen, and they cried even more, "Uncle Shi...... Shizun disliked that this fish pond was too crowded before his death, so he asked me to find a few junior brothers to expand, but the Xianmen had accidents one after another, so it was put on hold...... I only remember it now...... But the master ...... Woo."

Shen Qinghan glanced at the fish pond, the fish in it were swimming without knowing the warmth and sorrow, and it was indeed a little crowded, "Hmm...... I don't need you here, I'll just come by myself."

"Ah, this ......" The monk and his party were a little sluggish, "Uncle Shi, let's just do these rough jobs."

"No need, I'll just come by myself, her business is all my business" Looking at the fish in the pond, "Put the hoe here, I'll use it when I turn around", after saying this, Shen Qinghan turned around and walked outside the house.

After a trip down the mountain, I finally found all the tools I needed to dig the pond. Anyway, he was idle and had nothing to do, so he spent a day fishing out the fish in it one by one, and another day draining the water inside, and spending a month digging a pond, and most of the backyard was basically dug by him.

The ghost king Qingxuan is estimated to be idle, leading his family Ning Ying to plant lotus seeds in the pond dug by Shen Qinghan. Shen Qinghan was so unwilling, but he couldn't resist their posture of "if you don't let me do it, I'll take a piece of tofu and kill me", so he had to agree to let them plant a lost place, but the two ghosts were impulsive and happily planted the whole pool.

After a month of busy work, I finally made this pond look dignified and atmospheric, and the original fish finally didn't have to live an ambiguous life of "you are next to me, I am next to you".

One fish and two ghosts sat on the grass by the pond, looking at their masterpieces, chatting with each other.

"Emperor, what are you going to do in the future?, have you always been here?" Qing Xuan turned his head to look at Shen Qinghan and asked.

"Hmm......" Shen Qinghan looked ahead without any waves in his eyes.

As if remembering something, Shen Qinghan turned his head and asked Qing Xuan, "Is your floating dream mirror someone who can see the past?"

"Of course," Qingyun replied.

"Then I want to go to your Ghost King Palace," Shen Qinghan said.

"What are you going to look at with the Dream Mirror?" asked Qing Xuan again.

"I miss her very ......much," Shen Qinghan said softly.

Qing Xuan's eyes darkened, and he stood up, "Then let's go now."

Coming to the Ghost King's Palace, Qing Xuan led Shen Qinghan to the palace where the Floating Dream Mirror was stored.

"Don't you really need me to accompany you, what if you go mad?" said Qingqiu.

"No," Shen Qinghan affirmed.

"Really, not?" asked Qing Xuan again.

"Not really"

"But ......"

"Nothing but ......"

"Then you try to ...... Take control of yourself...... Don't get too emotionally fluctuating...... "Qingyi's mother-in-law advised.

"Hmm," Shen Qinghan replied.

"I'm really leaving" Qing Xuan glanced back at him and slowly closed the stone door.

Shen Qinghan walked over blindly, found the Dream Floating Mirror with his memory, stretched out his hand and patted it, and the mirror began to appear bright. Cutting his finger with his sword and injecting blood into the small hole, images began to appear on the Dream Mirror.

The image in the Dream Mirror can be adjusted according to the wishes of the person who injected the blood, which is quite convenient. He didn't know where to start, so he chose to start from his very beginning, when he was still an adult.

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