Dates, pears, Lei Fang's name for the girl is really unique.

Compared with her, her aunt's name for the girl is much more poetic, asking bamboo, Xiuzhu or something, it seems to be stained with a bamboo word, and it is elegant.

Jujube and Pear soon returned, Jujube empty-handed, and Pear was holding two old books.

Zaozi said, "Girl, the owner is not here, and I can't go into the study to find it." ”

Lizi handed over the book: "This is given by the eldest girl, she doesn't have many old books there, these two are for Miss Qi." ”

I flipped through it, and both books were miscellaneous books for recreation, one with chicken and dogs, and the other was about the story of a talented and beautiful woman, and the name was Caiyunji.

Lei Fang was a little reluctant not to go: "Grandpa should still have it there, I'll find it for you tomorrow." ”

"No need, my master will take me away tomorrow."

"Let's go?" Lei Fang almost jumped up again, but Lizi hurriedly held her down: "Girl, don't worry, if you have something to say, speak slowly." ”

"Why go? How can it be so fast? Going back? ”

I shook my head: "I don't know. ”

Lei Fang took my hand and grabbed my wrist again: "Stay a few more days, I'll take you to have a good time, we have fun here!" ”

I also wanted to stay a few more days, but unfortunately the decision made by Shigong was not negotiable.

Lei Fang's expression gradually changed from anxious to depressed, and he pulled the tassels on the account hook one by one, pulling the neat and delicate tassels unevenly.

Lizi persuaded her on the side: "Don't be sad, girl, it's not that you won't see you in the future." Miss Qi will definitely come again, and the girl can also go to see her. ”

Lei Fang just didn't say anything until I went out.

I thought we'd have a chance to say goodbye.

But the next day, Shigong woke me up before dawn and went on the road, and Lei Fang and I didn't have time to say goodbye.

The horse ran, and I turned my head to look.

Leijiazhuang became smaller and farther away, and was completely abandoned in an instant.

I felt a little apprehensive in my heart, and I reached out and pressed my chest, and the booklet was safely held in my arms.

I felt a little more grounded in my heart.

"Master, will we come again in the future?"

He didn't answer.

We passed through many places, I don't know how far we have been from home, the novelty of going out has faded, and all that is left in my heart is apprehension and hesitation. The booklet in his bosom was a secret that could not be declared, like a thorn. No, like a soldering iron, I couldn't concentrate on what was going on around me, and my mind wandered all the time.

My master reprimanded me a few times, because I hadn't learned any new illusions these days.

"If you are half-hearted, you won't have a chance to come out again next time."

I hung my head silently.

"Let's go."

It was almost dusk when we entered a small town, a typical southern town, where people spoke softly and crisply, and they spoke as fast as singing, which was very nice - even if they couldn't hear or understand. Someone propped up the boat and passed under the bridge, and the stern dragged out a long aftermath. The women were washing their clothes by the river, and the sound of the mallets pounding their clothes was heard far away.

I looked intently at the women by the river, dressed in tight shirts with wide skirts underneath and many pleats. A woman twisted her garment, put the mallet into the basin, stood up and turned and walked upward, her skirt arcing.

We've been all the way these days, and women now wear it like this. It's probably the most fashionable outfit of the moment.

Shigong snorted, and I realized that I was standing there in a trance again, and hurriedly chased him forward.

We stayed in a small inn by the river, and the proprietor spoke half-plainly, and could understand even if he spoke slowly, and the owner's mother-in-law was born black and thin, and ordered grass to smoke the house for us. The smoke was not choking, it smelled of green mush.

"The house is close to the water, there are more mosquitoes, just smoke it."

She was also wearing the same skirt as the women outside, and her master was happy and quiet, and she nagged her, but her master had already pushed the door out. I poured a cup of tea and drank it, the tea was very bad, but the water here felt light and sweet.

"Little girl, where is your father? Do you want to eat at the store at night? ”

I had to think about what she meant to understand what she meant.

I looked at her, I don't know where the master went, I just knew that he must not have gone far.

I didn't explain to the proprietress that we are not father and daughter, strictly speaking, we are grandchildren, and we are inferior to Mrs. Bai Wan's generation in the middle. By the way, I didn't ask my master how old he was this year. The cultivators age slowly, and the owner of Lei Zhuang is also a grandfather, and he looks like he is in his forties, if he doesn't have a beard, maybe he will look even younger. Shigong definitely looks less than thirty, but who knows how old he really is.

When she saw that I was staring at her skirt, she threw the burned grass out of the window, pulled her skirt and said, "Isn't it beautiful?" ”

"I've never seen anything like it...... I think the skirt should be ......," I gestured. The proprietress was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Little girl, where did you come from?" The kind of dress you mentioned was what my grandmother wore when she was young, and how can anyone wear it now? ”

"Really?"

"I've seen it in her cupboard."

I scratched my head.

The style of the dress that suddenly appeared in my mind just now is completely different from the current wide-brimmed round and thin pleated skirt.

It was already dark, the master did not come back, the proprietress brought me a bowl of noodles, and an oil twist lamp, I snorted and pulled noodles into my mouth, someone shouted in dialect under the window, the shopkeeper went out to answer, I looked out, the person holding the boat carried a basket of vegetables from the bow of the boat, and a few fish strung with ropes.

By the light of the oil lamp, I took out the booklet that was in my bosom.

These days I have memorized all the words on it, and when I close my eyes, I see the pages of the booklet, and I can even remember which word which word is on the page, and the yellowed appearance of the page, and the folds pressed out of the corners.

The booklet is old, and the skirt that the proprietress said......

I looked at the dancing candle flame and pondered.

In this way, my past life is a few decades away from my present life.

Moreover, in my previous life, I was also good at illusion, and maybe I still knew my master. There are fewer people who practice spells than swords, and even fewer practitioners who can be proficient in this discipline.

Master, will he know ...... A man named Wu Ning?

Can I ask him directly? Could it be that I asked him straight to the point, Master, do you know a person named Wu Ning? Is she dead? Who killed her?

No, my gut tells me that I can't ask that.

There was another boat under the window, and the sound of the swaying oars creaked and creaked, from far to near, and gradually departed.

There was a knock at the door next door, and the master was back.

I put the booklet away, and in the evening I had to go to my master to hand in my homework, memorize the formulas, and practice the two illusions I had newly learned.

I've been making mistakes in drills for days in a row, and I can't fail again today. Otherwise, the master might be annoyed and angry......

I don't know if he physically punishes his disciples or not, but I never want to be disciplined, whether it's spanking or palming, I can't accept it.

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I'm sorry everyone.,Less updates.。。 My son had bronchitis, I had a fever, and my mother went to the hospital together for an infusion......