"Mo Yu is an immortal, it's not good, the ancestral hall is gone!"

Shi Mo Yu was in a daze and heard someone shouting outside the door, and listened carefully, it was Zhu Qian'er.

She saw that it was still dark outside, and scolded a hateful sentence, and the bamboo stick was talking nonsense in the middle of the night, and shouting a ghost at the door!

Shi Moyu didn't want to pay attention to this guy. Lie down, cover your head with a plain quilt full of cherry blossoms, kick your feet, cover your feet with the quilt and stretch your feet out, cover your shoulders, only expose your slender white neck and a pretty face with a few prints on your right face, and her eyes like autumn water cuts in the daytime, and she can't open them at the moment, feeling like something is covered, she lifted a clean and soft jade hand from the quilt, rubbed it, and the next moment she was so sleepy that her hands were placed directly outside the quilt.

At this time, Zhu Qian'er shouted like a ghost: "Shangxian, the fire situation is very dangerous, please go and rescue it quickly!"

Shi Mo Yuteng sat up, opened the door in his pajamas, squinted his eyes, pressed the door with one hand, crossed his waist with the other hand, and did not wear shoes on his feet, with a bitter face, he asked: "Bamboo sticks, are you tired of being crooked?"

"Shangxian, the fire is soaring, I don't believe you come out with me to take a look!" Zhu Qian'er saw that she didn't move, so she pulled her wrist, Shi Moyu didn't want to leave, but involuntarily followed her to the ancestral hall, the fire was raging, but no one put out the fire, only a pair of mother and son, and Wule Shangshen was outside.

Wu Le lay on the ground, crying at the flames, seeing Shi Mo Yu, turned around, stretched out his hand, Shi Mo Yu saw a hideous and terrifying face like a demon, and a skinny hand, wearing a vermilion jade bracelet on his wrist, slid to the back of his hand, this hand waved at her, and the pale lips on that face closed one by one: "Mo Yu, quickly put out the fire!"

Shi Moyu was so frightened that she moved back, she subconsciously wanted to escape, but there seemed to be a wall behind her blocking her, looking to the side, Zhu Qian'er didn't know where she went, she looked at Wule who didn't know if it was Wule, she pressed down the jade beads the size of mung beans on the guzheng pendant, countless cherry blossom petals were wrapped in water droplets, crackling and smacking on the flames, and the fire was instantly extinguished.

"Can I go?" Shi Mo Yu felt cold, the fire was scorching, she was also cold, and she felt that the blood in her whole body was coagulated.

The child glanced at Wu Le, and cried and said: "Sister Mo Yu, Sister Mo Yu save me, my mother has no heart, she doesn't recognize me and my father." ”

Shi Moyu could go, but she didn't, but asked, "How to save it?"

The mother stared at her, without emotion, like an emotionless piece of wood.

Wu Le said: "Her heart is no more, her soul has been destroyed, she needs to be retrieved, exchanged, hooked back." ”

Shi Mo Yu spit out a petal-like word floating in the air: "Hook?"

Wu Le stood up and looked at her: "Hook the heart, hook the soul, hook the soul!"

"Hook, hook, hook. Shi Mo repeated quietly.

Wu Le looked at her eyes coldly, and his voice was like a ghost of the eighteenth layer of hell: "Requiem, hook the true feelings of the world, you have to play the heart hook song, hook back this mother's heart." ”

Shi Mo muttered and repeated: "I, play, requiem?"

"You have to play!" Wu Le pulled Shi Mo Yu and forced her to look at the child, "If you don't play, he will have a mother and no mother, you only need to play for half an hour, just half an hour." ”

Shi Moyu turned his head sideways, looking at her terrifying and hideous face, and suddenly the doubts in his heart disappeared.

She is Wule.

Shi Mo Yu bowed her head, and the pendant became the size of an ordinary guzheng and floated in front of her......

Qingzhu Palace, Shi Mo language room.

She sat up slowly, her eyes did not open, and she raised a pair of delicate jade hands like shallots, and there was nothing in front of her, but she pressed, played, plucked, and plucked the notes, until the interlude, as if there were strings dancing and jumping.

Palace, Shang, horn, sign, feather, after a subtle combination, exquisite conception, reasonable manufacturing, on this song, on her fingertips, in the reincarnation of the destiny, proud, blooming, waves wanton, spreading, spreading......

The high notes of this piece are turned upside down, and the slow notes are up and down, cold as ice and snow, warm as the sun, and quiet as a light mist.

Obsessiveness goes back and forth, and words come into chapters.

Ming is free from the heart, and the source of rain is pure.

Therefore, Wen Shenqu, Qinggui Qingfang.

The clouds are worried, and the heart is sad.

On the eve of the end note, Shi Mo Yu already had a feeling of grievance in his heart, but he insisted on playing the last note, closed the end note, looked at Duan Luo who rushed in the door, burst into tears, and cried: "Who are you?"

Duan Luo walked over quickly, sat down, and reached out to hug her, but she grabbed him and bit him on his arm, he was in pain, he didn't let go, and looked at her deeply: "I'm Azhu." ”

When Shi Moyu heard this name, he slowly loosened his mouth and muttered: "Azhu? ”

Duan Luo nodded: "I'm Ah Zhu." ”

"I don't know who you are, I don't know who Azhu is, I just want to cry, I'm sad, I'm sad, I hurt. ”

Duan Luo touched her face, looked at her carefully, and asked, "What hurts, huh?"

Shi Moyu cried and said: "This, this pain, everything hurts, something is pressing me, it's very heavy, I can't breathe, like I'm going to die, I can't die, I live, I live painfully." ”

After she finished speaking, she lay down straight, and the osmanthus petals on the quilt seemed to be drops of blood in her eyes.

"The flowers are gone, the leaves are falling, and the trees are withering. She looked at the cherry blossoms on the quilt with empty eyes, raised her hand, as if she wanted to pinch something, but suddenly felt a huge stone fall on her body, she pushed hard, crying while pushing, tears along the sideburns fainted the jade pillow out of a bitter circle.

Duan Luo's eyes were blood-red, conjuring up a bamboo sword, slashing and slashing frantically above her but not hurting her, until his arm was sore and unbearable, exhausted and exhausted, Shi Mo Yu was still crying, and his breathing became more and more rapid, he lost the bamboo sword, "clank", sat on the edge of the bed tiredly, pulled her up, held her face, the clear bamboo fragrance made Shi Mo Yu's eyes widen, but the next moment, he bit down hard, Duan Luo frowned painfully, and did not relax.

This day, the third day of the ninth month.

There is an ancient poem: Poor on the third night of the first month of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.

The pity here is not pity, but Duan Luo feels that today's Ah Zheng is really pitiful, he keeps opening his eyes, looking at her, wanting to see her in his heart, wanting her to recognize her, she must remember his unique bamboo fragrance.

Shi Moyu also opened his eyes, looking at the cold and affectionate eyes in front of him, his eyelashes fluttering, like stars in the sky outside the window.

She blushed and pushed Duan Luo away.

He said, "Why are you in my room?"

Duan Luo asked her, "Do you know who I am?"

Shi Moyu chuckled: "I forgot the whole world, and I can't forget Azhu!"

She had really forgotten him just now, and now she said his name, and he couldn't tell whether it was bitter, sweet, sad, or joyful, and finally he couldn't hold it back, pursed his lips, trembled, tears fell down in tears, and he cried without making a sound.

Shi Moyu looked at him blankly, and when he finished crying, he gave him a handkerchief, he was stubborn, he didn't take it, he cried aggrieved and depressed, she began to understand why he was like this, she wanted to laugh a little, he cried and cried, she found that something was wrong, Azhu, in her impression, she had never cried like this!

Moreover, the more I cried, the worse I felt.

However, he was good-looking, crying so that his eyes were red, his nose was red, he twitched and twitched, he swallowed saliva from time to time, and his Adam's apple rolled, she stepped forward curiously and boldly, and her hand was gently touched, feeling the slight squirming caused by his almost inaudible sobs, and her eyes looked at him without blinking, with a look of appreciation.

It is said that the beauty cries, and the pear blossom brings rain.

She couldn't think of any words to describe when she saw the beautiful man crying at the moment, she just felt that it was very rare, and she couldn't get enough of it.

However, her man cried so sadly, and her heart also throbbed.

Pecking his face, Duan Luo sniffed, took the white handkerchief in her hand, and pinched his nose. He walked out and came back and said in a low voice, "Another day, I'll give you another one." ”

"How did you end up in my room?"

"I, I untie my hands, I went wrong. He looked at Mo Yu's half-believing eyes and said loudly: "It's just a mistake." ”

Shi Mo said "oh", jumped off the ground, pinched his chin, shook it from side to side twice, looked at it carefully, and asked, "Why don't you go out if you make a mistake?"

"I'm sorry, I'll go. Duan Luo wiped the blood on his lips and sizzled in pain.

Shi Moyu thought to himself, three watches in the middle of the night, he deserves this!

She watched him go, and when he came to the door, he came back again, and his expression became serious, and asked her, "Did you hear anything?"

"I had a dream, played a requiem, saved a family, and then I woke up and didn't hear anything?"

"Who told you to play?"

"Yes......"

"Who let you play this tune without my permission!" he wanted to ask tomorrow, but if he didn't ask today, he would go crazy.

"It was just a dream. ”

"You don't know anything! Forget it, go to sleep, tomorrow the qin immortals will discuss it, don't forget. ”

"Azhu, what did I do wrong?" she asked, cautiously.

Ah Zhu went to the wrong room, cried, was bitten by her and bled out, all of which were abnormal, and what did she not know?

"Ah Zhu, don't you yell at me in the middle of the night, do you have something to say? I didn't want to play it originally, but God ordered me, and I really think that mother and son are pitiful......

When Duan Luo heard the word God, he suddenly understood everything, gritted his teeth, and squeaked, Shi Moyu asked tentatively: "Ah Zhu, you, don't take it seriously, it's just a dream." ”

His heart fluctuated violently: "I said, you don't know anything. It's okay, I'm going to rest too, you go to bed early. ”

Shi Mo didn't move.

He picked her up, put her away, wrapped the quilt, looked deeply for a long time, and then walked out, when Mo Yu fell asleep before he heard the sound of the door closing.

Duan Luo closed the door, stood at the door for a while, went back to the room, and sat until the morning star appeared, and went straight to the Wule Palace.

At that time, Wu Le was holding the man's ring, he didn't know where to put it, cursed in his heart, and regretted that he shouldn't fulfill his promise.

A ring inlaid with gold and jade is worth a lot of money, there are only two styles in the world, and it can be seen at a glance, she can't throw it away, and there is no way to explain it when she is discovered.

Can only be hidden.

When she woke up, when she turned over, she put her hand forward, and she touched this, and hurriedly went to the ground, looking left and right, and didn't know where to hide.

"Get out of the way, you dare to stop me!" Duan Luo's angry voice came from outside the door, followed by a "bang" knock on the door. "Open the door!"

She expected him to come, but she didn't expect it to be so early, pulling the corners of her mouth, putting the ring in the palm of her hand, throwing it up, dropping, repeating it several times, until she heard Duan Luo's voice become more impatient, and when the door was about to be kicked open, she put it on her hand, pulled the door latch, and let Duan Luo in.

"Why are you torturing me, you have 'nurturing grace' for me, I have nothing to say. But, what about Zheng, why are you?!"