"A month ago?"

Du Bai muttered and repeated word by word, his face uncertain.

"yes!" A few big men over there didn't notice his abnormality, but continued, "I heard that the water level of the entire Suwon River has skyrocketed in the past few days. One night, the levee suddenly collapsed, leaving no one in the village alive. ”

"Auntie...... Uncle? ”

Ying'er on the side was also pale, looking so scared that she was about to cry, she quietly pulled his sleeve under the table, and whispered with a crying voice, "That's ...... So were the people we saw in Suwon Village that day human beings or ghosts? ”

"It's human...... It's not a human ......."

He took a deep breath to calm himself down, but his mind was reminded of some stories recorded in the classics he had seen, and his heart was worried.

"They may have lived forever in that night, forever wandering the boundary between life and death......"

To put it more precisely, those are the souls trapped by that terrible river god, eternal life and eternity are in its hands, and there is no escape.

If you don't count as a ghost, you will never be an adult.

Perhaps they don't even know that they are dead, and they continue to live, repeating that day and night.

"It's a pity that I can't save them." Du Bai drank the tea that was already slightly cold in his hand, and there was a slight bitterness in his mouth.

If he really has a heart, then there is only one outcome, and that is to become one of them!

If he has enough ability in the future, he doesn't mind going back to help them.

By the time Su Wanmiao woke up, it was already night.

At that time, Du Bai was sitting at the table writing, continuing to cultivate the righteousness in his body. Inadvertently looked up, and just saw Su Wanmiao on the bed suddenly her eyelashes fluttering violently, her body seemed to writhe uneasily a few times, and her graceful posture revealed a little from under the quilt, and she was about to wake up.

Sure enough, after a while, she slowly opened her eyes, and after a period of confusion, she suddenly seemed to realize something and looked left and right in a panic, and a pair of beautiful pupils seemed to lose focus.

It wasn't until she saw Du Bai who was smiling at the table that she was stunned for a moment, the whole person seemed to relax, and then seemed to realize something, her little face slowly flushed, she grabbed the quilt and carefully covered her body, and her voice was glutinous.

"I ...... How did I fall asleep......"

"Don't worry." Du Bai looked at her rare daughterly attitude with interest, and her heart suddenly moved, and she took a pen to write a poem on the paper, while explaining, "Ying'er changed the clothes for you, and I didn't do anything strange." ”

"Strange ...... Strange things......" Su Wanmiao's cheeks became more and more rosy, and she stammered, as if she had thought of something strange.

However, seeing that Du Bai's face was as usual, and her pen was like a god, she didn't seem to care about her little abnormalities at all, and while she was a little relieved, she felt a little lost in her heart.

After she carefully tidied up her appearance, one of Du Bai's poems was almost at the end, and the speed of writing was a little slower. She carefully hid the small ups and downs of her heart, and then, with some curiosity, walked slowly behind him, casting her gaze on the paper.

"The clouds want clothes, the flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon." She couldn't help but muttered word by word, "If it weren't for the Jade Mountain, I would meet under the moon in Yaotai......"

At the end of the thought, she suddenly paused, her face couldn't help but be dyed with a few wisps of red, and her breathing became a little shorter.

She is not the kind of woman who likes poetry and songs, and most of the education she receives on weekdays is simple literacy and business matters. It's just that this does not prevent her from feeling the overflowing admiration between the poems, and the emotions of the author when he wrote them can be felt between the lines, so hot that she can't help but feel a little shy.

At the same time, the loss in her heart disappeared, and it turned to some small joy.

"This ...... Is this poem written for me? Su Wanmiao's beautiful eyes secretly swept over Du Bai, who had stopped writing in front of her, and asked in a low voice.

Du Bai had been immersed in the realization before, and only woke up after her voice reminded him, and looked down at the poems he had just written casually, but he was a little surprised that he could completely turn out these poems that seemed to have been forgotten from his memory.

If you can have such a ability in the college entrance examination back then, then it would be easy to take a 985, 211 or something, but it's a pity......

He shook his head slightly to shake those strange thoughts out of his head, then picked up the paper and swept his gaze over the words, his eyes showing satisfaction.

If you let ordinary scholars look at it, you can see that this poem from the earth is indeed well written, so good that most people will be ashamed of themselves and admired. But the arrogance and righteousness contained in the pen and ink are few people can perceive, and more people will just feel that these words are also written with a lot of charm, comparable to everyone's work, but they can't say why.

Hearing Su Wanmiao's question behind him, he bowed slightly, turned around and handed the paper to her, and said with a smile: "Naturally, you are my wife, who else can I write this poem to?" ”

He's never been an unwitting piece of wood.

Su Wanmiao's face became more and more ruddy, but she still took the paper carefully, and couldn't help but look at it twice, but the more she looked at this poem, the more she liked it, and the corners of her eyes were full of joy that could not be hidden, and she was smiling.

"Xianggong, which famous family did you learn your words? It's also excellent for me to watch......" Su Wanmiao looked at the poem carefully, and then asked curiously.

"This ...... It should be said that he is self-taught......" Du Bai didn't plan to explain too much to her, and when he saw that she had put away the paper, he added another sentence, "It's best if this poem can be kept closely." ”

Su Wanmiao's eyes swirled slightly, glanced at him, then lowered her head slightly, and responded softly: "Hmm." ”

Du Bai could see that she had misunderstood, but he wouldn't go out of his way to explain.

This paper poem is secondary, what is really precious is the righteousness contained in it, although it is not as good as the Buddha vessel that the monk has opened, but it can also resist some evil harms, and there must be no harm in carrying it with you.

In the middle of the night, of course, Su Wanmiao didn't stay in Du Bai's room, she had another room of her own, just to take care of him, so she stayed here all the time.

And Du Bai did not continue to practice calligraphy and cultivate righteousness. Although righteousness can drive away evil spirits and avoid evil, it cannot be omnipotent enough to cure diseases and save people. The wounds on his body still haven't healed, and he still needs to recuperate.

In the early morning of the next day, her body was not as uncomfortable as yesterday, but Su Wanmiao still insisted on going on the road one day later just in case, otherwise the doctor would not know where to find it in the wilderness on the road.

Everyone could vaguely see from Su Wanmiao's attitude towards Du Bai that it seemed to have changed a little from before, but they couldn't say what it was, let alone why.