"Occasionally, by chance, the heart is like a bond, by the plum tree, like such flowers and plants are loved by people, life and death are complained by people, and no one thinks about it, waiting to be beaten and fragrant soul, and keep a rainy plum ......day."

"The original purple and red bloom all over the place, and it seems that it is all paid to the broken wells and decaying ......"

Who is it? Who's singing?

Tang Xianzu's "Peony Pavilion" in the Ming Dynasty logically states that the dynasty should be a hundred years after this dynasty.

Looking for seclusion and quiet, stepping on the sound, who is it, is it possible that there are still people who have crossed over with her?

The alleys are damp and the walls are covered with moss. The ankle bells jingled, but the whole alley was even quieter. Beware of the rain, so keep a paper umbrella for painting plum at any time, the sky is not blowing, and sure enough, there is a light rain sporadically. Because his body had just been conditioned and he couldn't get drenched in the rain, he put up his umbrella early. Hua Ye was not here today, and went out to inquire about how to recover her mana, but she was alone, and she was bored, so she came out for a walk.

In the past few days, I found that mortal women rarely wear red clothes, especially red, and almost only when they get married, they dare to wear one with swagger, so they still let Hua Ye collect a green dress, she likes this color the most, and she wears it the most. It took a long time to coax Hua Ye to make him willing to change into a less bright red dress, but despite this, she still tried to avoid going to the street with Hua Ye, one red and one green are indeed cheesy in the aesthetics of modern people.

The voice was closer, and the singing voice was a little trance-like, and I couldn't tell whether it was a man's horn or a woman's cappella. The embroidered shoes were stained with mud, but it was a pity that there was a lotus on them. When the sound was close to the ear, there was suddenly a hint of plum blossom fragrance looming, and a figure in white folded out of the corner, with a clear posture, holding a sword with a silver sheath, and the smoke was misty, as if he had just come from the painting.

He is...... He is......

Jiang Yue?

Before he could be shocked, suddenly a singing voice sounded overhead:

"I don't know what to do, I go deep, the living can die, and the dead can live. Those who are born and cannot be resurrected, and those who die and cannot be resurrected, are not loved......"

"Phew!" A blow exploded in her ears, and she turned around suddenly, where was Jiang Yue's figure. Looking around, I found an old man in a robe standing behind him, his hands folded, and a ring scar on his head.

"Who are you?" She was shocked

"Donor, all laws are born, all are fate, the origin is extinguished, and the fate is empty. Remember, remember. ”

The monk clasped his hands together and silently recited the mantra, and the golden magic seal rose out of thin air, changing into a person as tall as a person, attacking her.

"Let's go back!"

With a roar, something broke through the air and went straight into the law seal, and Ah Qing, who was about to be unable to support it, suddenly felt relieved. When she opened her eyes, Jiang Yue was really standing in front of her.

"Master Bodhi." He bowed lightly.

"The river is long, the color is like a foam, the pain is like a bubble, all are empty, and there is no truth. Blessings and misfortunes, fate and calamity. In this case, the old man has a lot of trouble. ”

The monk's figure drifted away and disappeared in an instant. Ah Qing's hand holding the umbrella loosened, and his body became weak. I'm afraid I'm going to fall into the sludge, she thought.

The incense burns out, and the long day is more than halfway through. Why did Kazuki take a nap in bed? It's been a long night's sleep, it's almost evening. How could I have such a strange dream?

The paper window was half-hidden, the wind was rising, the shadows of the flowers on the window were swaying and rustling, and a few petals fell into the room.

Why didn't you come back from the night?

Just as he was thinking about it, a shout came from the courtyard: "Girl! Girl! ”

Pushing open the paper window, he still didn't enter the door, just under the peach blossom tree outside the window, his hands on the edge of the window, his head poked in and smiled brightly: "Quickly change your clothes, I'll take you to find chickens." ”

"If you don't change it, this dress will be fine."

"That's not going to work, listen to me."

"Then I'm not going."

"Okay, listen to you."