Lying on the bed, Ling Ning lifted the thin sheets.

She put the PSP aside and took the notebook from under her pillow to look at it. The notebook she was reading was a manuscript of the eldest lady of the Su family, who cared about the original of this notebook and was unwilling to lend it.

The Green Grass Hall Notes, this is the last volume of notes left by the demon slayer who has never done anything to kill.

There's not much to remember in it, it's just three things.

One is the maze in a dream:

One night, a youkai came to the grass hall.

The youkai confided in her about a recent dream he had by a pond.

In the dream, the youkai came to a huge palace. The interior of the palace is full of broken eaves, and the glorious wall carvings and reliefs have been eaten away by wind and rain, and most of them have been worn out. The green jade railing broke, the rubble shattered, and wisps of white smoke rose in a misty rain curtain.

One room after another, never to the end.

The youkai has been gone for a long time, and according to it, it has been in it for a hundred years.

Its body was in the ruined palace, but it couldn't touch any of the buildings in the palace.

It's been a long time, and it's so long that even youkai who are not very sensitive to the passage of time can feel the emotion called loneliness.

I've been restless, I've been depressed, I've cried, I've been crazy, I've been in despair.

At last...... It's dead.

Yes, dead.

After telling the demon slayer what happened to him, the skinny and gray-haired monster had already been dead for a long time.

She went to the pond and laid a futon on a stone by the pond

After taking a sip of water, she stared at the pond for an afternoon, and after the sun went down, she made tea by the pond, sniffed the tea, and slowly waited for the night to come. Late at night, I got into the futon.

As usual, at this moment, she will go to bed on time.

......

She didn't know when she fell asleep, but she knew she was in the ruined palace that her friend had spoken of.

She stretched out her hand and probed, but as her friend had said, she couldn't touch anything.

Wandering aimlessly from palace to palace, she had no anxiety or worry.

Only those eyes, which are always as bright as the warm sun, reveal a wisp of anger that does not go away.

She walked for a day, her face calm.

She walked for a month, her face calm.

She was gone for a year with a calm complexion.

She was gone for ten years, and her face was calm.

She had been gone for a hundred years, and her face was calm.

She has walked for thousands of years, and her face has not changed slightly.

She's been gone for 10,000 years!

The timeline of the ruined palace suddenly reversed, the rain curtain with wisps of white smoke gradually stopped, and the broken eaves flew up from the ground, taking on a new look. It has been eroded by wind and rain, and the long-blurred wall carvings have become brilliant.

The green jade railing was reborn, and the rubble was broken and gathered.

In a trance, there was a round of silver moon rising high, playing sacred music.

A rainbow of light connected to her in front of her, and the golden palace opened its doors to her at this moment.

She shook her head slowly, and turned away, the anger in her eyes never dissipating.

There was a terrible wail from the palace, and the endless, boundless and brilliant palace suddenly collapsed.

I woke up from a dream.

In the sunny day, a faint rainbow light rises from the pond and slowly dissipates.

'The name of the palace is Vanity Dream Rainbow. The world is full of viential scenes, condensing the sophistry of people's hearts, and people feel more and more empty in the world that is becoming more and more indifferent. When this emptiness merges with the karma that flows from the cracks between the human world and hell, this object called vanity is born. It's not a demon, it's not a living thing, it's just a phenomenon. ’

There is no such thing as good or bad, the wreckage and broken walls seen by the people you meet are all transformed by the emptiness in your heart, and those who are assimilated by emptiness have really spent thousands of years. And whoever finally enters the palace of splendor will have this dream labyrinth. This thing is of great benefit to spiritual practice, and it should have been taken. ”

"However, this thing is stained with the blood of friends, and the rest is not taken. ’

......

The second is the spirit vein geys:

This is also something that happened to her friend.

She has a friend, and this friend is not a youkai. Of course, it doesn't belong to the human species. This friend loved to travel the world, and every once in a while, he would stay in her cottage for three or four days.

Of course, when traveling around the world, friends will also send her some strange gifts.

It started on a cloudy day, before it rained, and the dark clouds made my chest a little stuffy.

She moved out of the chaise longue and sat under the eaves.

There is no boredom, and I don't feel depressed.

For ordinary people, the bad weather did not make her feel a little bad. Maybe it's because there are few people in Qingcaotang, and she naturally likes the life of a person.

One person watches the sunrise, one person watches the sunset, and one person looks at the rain curtain.

All of this seemed to her to be an antidote to a dull life, although sometimes it caused some trouble. But if you don't, you'll miss it a little bit...... Just like a friend who has been here.

The thing sent by a friend was a broken piece of jade, mostly broken, and the mutilated crack was glowing with dim yellow spots, which looked like a bit of history. At first, she didn't care, but after reading it, she put it in the drawer of the room, which was full of strange objects...... Hanging bells, discs, petrified seeds, old books with only a few pages left.

Just as she was about to shut it up in the drawer as usual, the broken jade suddenly glowed with a hazy light.

A faint blue, flickering, and then extinguished in a moment.

She picked up the jade again, walked to the window, and looked at the sunlight a few times.

The fingers tapped on the broken jade expression, then put it down.

She placed the jade on the table.

After that, on the seventh day of each month, the jade glows with a pale blue glow.

On the fifteenth day, there will be a sound in the jade.

On the twenty-eighth day, the jade will be broken again.

month by month.

It's been three years in the blink of an eye.

She placed the jade stone on the table at the end of her vision, and when she opened the window, she could see several pear trees blooming outside the window.

The already broken jade has shrunk by more than half.

Her green grass hall has been very quiet over the years, except for a few times when sick people come to seek medical treatment, she just picks medicine to dry, and then makes medicine. Some children in the town not far away will come to play, and soon the elders will find them. Other than that, there have been no friends visiting over the years.

Quietly read and write, and make two cups of tea in your spare time.

Sit at the table for half a day and take a sip of it.

Ordinary life, her life doesn't matter, and the struggle is not gorgeous.

She is her, the owner of the green grass hall, a fellow who is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.

In the sixth year, the summer was very hot.

In the green grass hall, at the end of the field of vision, the broken jade stone has disappeared.

There was only a bit of dust left that hadn't had time to disperse.

......

She smiled slightly, and put away the jade ashes.

Walk to the back mountain, a rock wall.

Scatter ashes on the rock wall with one hand, and then paint a gorgeous picture on the rock wall.

It was a huge mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles, shrouded in layers of clouds.

The mountains on the rock face seemed to animate as she painted. Layers of brilliant brilliance shone brightly, and the endless mountains under the clouds seemed to come alive, moving, rising, and tumbling like a dragon.

In that image, a figure stands on a mountain peak, beckoning to her.

She smiled and walked into the rock wall.

Gathered in the picture, she saw the man.

Cutting down trees, making pots, and boiling tea.

Sitting under the tree, they looked at each other and smiled slightly.

There is no verbal burden, there is also the superfluity of movements, raise your glass and savor it slowly.

When the sun sank into the mountains, she stood up and dusted away.

Without looking back, she took a few slow steps, and she had already walked out of the rock wall.

The rock wall fades, and the spiritual veins are hidden......

The figure faded away as if it had never existed.

"The rest of his life is not good at words, and there are seven or eight people who are friends with Yu. This is one more person, fortunately. ”

......

The third thing is incomplete, and the man had not finished it when he took the note.

Its name: Jade Linglong.

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"Besides Rin, there's such a guy. I'd love to meet ......."

The world is vast, and there are a thousand kinds of people.

However, there are many things in the world that are helpless.

Even such an interesting person is already dead?

No longer foreseeable, never to be seen again.

The man, named Grass, died.

Her friend must be very sad, such a guy...... Died.

With a sigh, Ning put away the Qingcaotang Xiaoji. Then he got out of bed and wanted to go to the window.

It was late at night, past 12 o'clock. But she didn't feel sleepy, and for her, sleeping was no longer necessary. If she wanted to, she could have been active.

Sitting by the window, she looked at the creving moon.

Today's moon is small, very delicate and exquisite.

Well, it's like Xiao Wangshu.

I don't know why, I always feel that something is missing, and I always feel that there is something unspeakable, which makes her a little irritable.

In the distance, a vision appeared at some point, slowly spreading out in front of her eyes. On the pavilion with its floating corridor, the ethereal green smoke above the roof emitted a faint, silvery-gray glow, churning in the dim night.

Something struggled, and an illusory arm from the depths of the floating corridor dragged the churning green smoke at its feet. It tore through the smoke and slowly crawled out of the floating corridor...... There was a huge black shadow, and it was impossible to see the specific form.

Ning looked away, then turned around.

Just now, that eerie sense of peeping reappeared, and it had never been so clear.

"What is this?"

The Su family, something has definitely happened to this former exorcist family!

......

Late at night, Xun Niang walked through the corridor with a lantern.

Her room was not far from the library, but it was not close.

Because of that incident, she could only take care of Su Yi's daily life, but she couldn't accompany her forever.

Pushing open the library door, she put the dirty shoes in the door back on.

When she came, Su Yi had already fallen asleep, thinly dressed, and only had a layer of cyan clothes on her body. At some point, the red blanket had slipped off her body, and she put her hand on a notebook that she had finished. I don't know why, her fingers are still twitching slightly when she has fallen asleep.

The pity in Xun Niang's eyes was even worse, and she picked up the three notebooks that Su Yi had read.

After looking at it, she put the "Notes on the Green Grass Hall" under Su Yi's hands.

Draped in a blanket for her, Shunniang slowly exited the room and locked the door.

“...... Alas. ”