To the north of Kuhai Town, there are several wooden liaos called Baihualin.

The name is "Hundred Flowers", but it is not a good place, all the dead people in the town of Gaina are buried here, the graves are innumerable, the bones are abundant, it is a real mass grave, all year round, the flowers and plants here are all extremely gorgeous, I think it is nourished by the countless flesh and blood essence in the soil, and over time, it has the name of a hundred flowers forest.

Now in the cold winter, the cold plum blossoms in the forest are in full bloom, and the cold is blooming alone, red and bright as blood.

In the depths of the forest, a fence surrounds a few wooden liaos, which has the meaning of seclusion and seclusion.

The snow is thick at night.

But it is said that in the wooden liao, there is a low table, and there is a small red clay stove on it, and there is wine on the stove, which is an old wine, and the plum blossoms in it are like carmine paste, which are scattered uncertainly, sometimes thick and sometimes light, causing people to be greedy for cups, but it is made by Ye'er.

The candle flame in the corner of the desk is staggered, fluctuating, and there is a person in the room who is meditating, and there is a blue and white air flowing and alternating on his face, and he is still moving, but suddenly, the fireworks suddenly sneered, as if reflecting the person's heart, flying outward, like the wind blowing, so strange.

……

"It is passed on to our people, and all living beings need to listen quietly......"

Whispers fell into my ears.

The night was dark, and a pair of eyes suddenly opened, Su Qing's eyes.

His eyes were calm, his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and a layer of fine sweat oozed from his forehead, as if he had a dream, a nightmare.

The sound was gone, and it was as if it had never been there.

The wind and snow were howling outside the window, Su Qing exhaled heavily for some reason, and then closed his eyes again.

But as soon as it was closed.

Listen to your ears.

"Bell"

There was a string of gongs, abruptly and quickly, beating gongs and drums, and the sound of the huqin, in the middle of the night, there seemed to be someone singing on stage outside the house, so it was not weird.

"The Han army has been slighted, and the Quartet Chu is singing ......"

A voice rang out suddenly, round and jade, but it seemed to be close at hand, Su Hongxin suddenly opened his eyes, but those voices suddenly disappeared again, disappearing out of thin air, as if there was nothing.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, Su Qing was already oozing cold sweat from his forehead, and his face was pale.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, but he saw a black shadow standing quietly outside the window, with a phoenix crown on his water sleeves, standing still, only at this moment, the black shadow on the window paper suddenly pulled up his long sleeves, and walked away with a series of steps.

Su Qing's figure flickered, and he had already rushed out like a violent wind.

"Crunch!"

But as soon as the door opened, he saw that in the cold snow of the Merlin, there was a back figure in a costume hurrying away, with his water sleeves raised.

Su Qing chased after him, but the figure was unpredictable, Rao is strength had already walked alone in the world, but he still chased it away, and he flew under his feet, but what he saw in his eyes was only the vast snow, and the cold plum blossomed.

“…… The king is exhausted, and the concubine is ...... alive."

But in the wind and snow, there was still a low sound of music, like crying and complaining, so it was not sad, Su Qing's eyes were sharply open when he heard it, his eyes were red, and he didn't live in the snow and looked around, he had never heard before, and he roared loudly: "Who? Who is it? ”

The wind and snow are as old as ever, but the plum branches that stretch and twist fall in the snow at this moment, like a grotesque human hand, and even in the flying snow curtain, there seem to be more flickering figures, like ghosts.

“…… Wow yes...... Pull out the mountains and cover the world......"

The song resumes.

When Su Qing heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Stop singing......"

“…… The times are not good, and the time will not pass away......"

The song was sung, Su Qing suddenly saw that there seemed to be a figure flickering in the depths of Merlin, and he was busy with his body and rushed away, but he grabbed it, but there was only the cold wind and cold snow, and he pounced in the air, but as soon as the move fell, he suddenly saw that there seemed to be a figure in the costume running around his side, and immediately turned back to the direction and pounced, but he still pounced in the air, and then Su Qing pounced several times, but the figure was impermanent, gathering and scattering, appearing and disappearing, repeatedly to no avail, and his face gradually went crazy and hideous under the sound of the song.

At this moment, the sound of gongs and drums is more urgent.

“…… If you don't die, you can't help it, and you can't help it......"

"Roar!"

"Shut up!"

Su Qing's face was crazy, and all his world-beating skills surged out, and his luck was in his palm, and he pushed out the ghosts in front of him, but he was shocked to find that his own skills were suddenly gone, as if all of them had turned into nothing.

Not only that, but when he raised his hand again, Su couldn't help but exclaim "ah", and he saw that his green clothes had become a costume at some point, and his water sleeves were fluttering in the wind, and he was covered in cold sweat when he saw it.

The sound of gongs and drums in my ears was even more urgent.

Su Qing hurriedly looked around, only to feel that there seemed to be countless whispers in the wind and snow, like ghostly whispers, endless, like a tide that drowned him.

"Woo ......"

Suddenly I heard a cry in the snow.

Su Qing's heart trembled, but he saw a small figure with short shaved hair and a torn jacket not far away kneeling on the snow, crying with his back to him.

"You,"

He was about to speak.

Don't talk about the cry, suddenly there are more words.

"Woo...... How many beatings do you have to take......"

Su Qing's face turned bloodless, and he stood on the spot, his lips trembling and said, "You, you turn around......"

"Xiaoqing, how long do you think it will take for us to become horns?"

In the wind and snow, I saw that the man slowly turned his head, but he had a withered, emaciated and sickly face.

Seeing this face, Su Qing trembled all over and hissed, "Ah, are you a little laizi?" ”

Then turn around and run.

He wanted to run back to the wooden liao along the direction of Merlin, but when he turned around, there was no Meilin wooden liao, there was only a small courtyard, but the wind and snow were even greater, and the snow was heavy, and a string of ice skates were hung on the eaves.

And in the wind and snow, there was a hidden hut, and the window was still lit by a faint fire.

"The little nun is twenty-eight years old, and her hair was cut off by the master when she was young, and I was originally a man......"

"Pull out the mountains and cover the world, and the times are not good, and the ...... will not pass away!"

……

It was as if all the music was coming out of that room.

Su Qing's body shook violently when he heard this, and then he stood still, he was already shivering, his eyes showed fear, he seemed to be very cold, his hands and feet were stiff, it was too cold, and his blood seemed to be about to coagulate, but looking at the fire in the snow, he hesitated for a moment, and the ghost made the god slowly walk over in fear, as if to drive away the cold and keep warm.

Closer, closer.

The wooden door is mottled and dilapidated, and a cotton curtain hangs from it.

Su Qing suddenly felt warm again, he listened to the sound inside, the ghost messenger had opened the curtain, pushed open the door, and saw that in the small room, there was a charcoal basin, and a bunk, on the dirty bedding, two figures were talking to each other, as if they knew that he had come in, and the two of them turned around together.

"Xiaoqing!"

"Senior brother, why did you come back?"

……

"Poof!"

In the Hundred Flowers Forest, in the wooden liao, Su Qing, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and spit out, and a mouthful of blood mist had already spewed out, but it had not yet landed, and it was standing like ice slag.

"Xiaoqing? Xiaoqing? …… Hehehe...... Hahaha...... Yes! ”

Su Qing's eyes closed, the corners of his eyes were already full of tears, and when he opened his eyes again, his figure flashed, and he had already rushed out of the wooden liao, his eyes were calm, but he suddenly became crazy, his white hair stood upside down, and he looked at the sky and let out a hysterical roar.

"I want to go back, I must go back!"

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