The boat is not big, Shigong and Yan San'er sleep in the outer cabin, and I sleep on the couch inside, the wind and waves on the river are uncertain, and the hull is slightly swaying up and down. Listening to the sound of water, I fell asleep, and the wound on my body began to ache again, at first it was mild, but then it hurt more and more, I turned sideways, hugged the quilt tightly, and the person curled up in a ball.

The pain burned like a flame on my skin, and I sweated, inhaled, exhaled, and stared at the dark canopy of the cabin with my eyes open for the light of the day.

But time passed very slowly, and I felt like I had endured it for a long time, but it was still dark around me.

Suddenly, an illusion appeared in my mind, very strange, as if I had learned and practiced many things before, and then remembered it again.

I pinched my thumb and forefinger together and chanted silently in my heart, and the pain seemed to be gradually lessening.

I know it's not that it doesn't hurt anymore, it's just this illusion that temporarily blocks the pain.

It's not a very difficult illusion, but it'...... I'm afraid that it will be on the evil path as my master said. Although the illusion is divided into two major factions, Shanyang and Sanyin, the sects on both sides avoid evil magic and nightmare magic like snakes and scorpions, as if they are about to be ruined if they are touched by a little edge.

The pain was gone, and I was sleepy.

I flicked my fingers, and my fingertips released a small ball of soft light that only I could see.

I took out the booklet that was pressed under my pillow and flipped through it.

I can't remember the old things, but lately, I have learned about these illusions.

The booklet is old in silk with a hint of yellow. Although there is nothing unusual about silk books, bamboo books, paper books, and even wood carving books and stone books, I always feel that this booklet should not be so simple.

There's no basis for it, it's just a feeling.

Yes, it feels.

The words on it don't look like they were written all at once, but they were divided several times, and maybe with different pens, so you can tell that the booklet was written in about seven or eight times. The handwriting is delicate and straight, and the discussion between the lines reveals a sense of ease. But on the last page, although the last line of words seems to echo each other with the words on the first page, the words on the first page reveal a sense of smart hope, and the words on the last page are a solemn and solemn feeling.

In the process of writing this booklet, something must have happened.

Perhaps, it is the change of love that Wu Zhen said.

Or perhaps, it was my master who said that I became a person who did a lot of evil.

I tracing the sentence from the top of the last page with my fingers.

When the real is fake, the fake is also true.

Gradually, a feeling of sadness and resentment rose from the bottom of my heart.

When I wrote this, I must have felt a great deal of pain.

What exactly is true and what is false?

What Wu Zhen said should be true, but there is no need for Shigong to lie to me.

If what they say is true, then where is the false?

Not really...... The things they say are not complete, and they are not even put together at all.

A large section is missing in the middle.

It should be very important, a long paragraph.

Wu Zhen is talking about me and her childhood, girlhood. She said that I met Wen Fei, but later Wen Fei abandoned me and married me. Shigong said, I am a female devil who has done many evils, killed countless people, and finally died in disrepute.

What about in between?

From Wen Fei's love change to me becoming a notorious witch queen, where is the process in between?

The wind tightened up, blowing in through the open window, and the tent was blowing so round and bulging, I reached out to tie the tent again, and the night wind blew on my face, and it was cool and refreshing.

The day is flashy and noisy, and thinking about things is not as clear as at night.

My hand froze.

In the missing part of the past, there should be another person.

I can't believe that because I was abandoned by a hypocrite, my temperament has changed dramatically, and I have become a demon who does all kinds of evil.

Even if a person is reborn after death, his personality and preferences should not change.

There is a mixture of truth and falsehood, and what the world sees and hears may not be the true part.

The wind blew the tent in my face. The boat is not a light leno tent, such a rough and heavy twine tent feels a little uncomfortable when it touches the skin.

The booklet was spread out and laid on my lap.

The pages were silent, as if the wind had not reached the book.

The pages of this silk book are very light and thin, why can't the wind blow?

I twisted the pages, lifted the book with the spine and placed it in front of my face.

The wind was still blowing, the tent was moving, my hair was moving, but the pages were moving.

What's the mystery here?

The book, of course, doesn't speak, it doesn't answer my questions.

I closed the book, held it in my arms, and held it close to my heart.

How good it would be if it could speak, and answer all my questions.

Although the past must not have been good, the truth may be bloody and miserable. But even so, I still want to know. I want to know my past, I can't not know who I am and what I have done. I couldn't believe that I was doing as much evil as my master said I did—and even if I did, at least I had to know why I did it.

The medicine that my master gave me was good, and the next day my injuries didn't hurt much, but the boat was too stuffy, and the boat was too small. I lay down in breath and leaned down at the window looking at the boats on the river. Looking into the distance, the shadows of the sails are dotted, and the erected masts resemble woods. Our boat was small enough, but there were small sampans smaller than us, which were flexibly interspersed between the gaps of the big ships, and some of the sampans had vegetables on them, and they were sold to the people on the big boats.

After looking at it for a while, I suddenly noticed something.

There was a small boat that stayed behind us.

Just now, the boat was not obvious, but now the river is wide, and many cargo ships are stopped at the last pier to unload, and this small boat is still unhurried, neither ahead, nor backward, nor turning, not too far away, and always maintaining a certain distance from us.

If this can be regarded as a coincidence, then there is no boatman on the boat to swing the oars, but the boat has been moving forward, isn't this the place without three hundred taels of silver!

I guess...... The person on the boat, maybe it's Wu Zhen? It could also be someone else.

But at this time, I hope that the ship is Wu Zhen.

Even if I didn't want to get the answer I wanted from her, I felt a pang of joy knowing that she wasn't far away.

She's my relative.

and Qi Jing Qi Han different relatives.

"Xiao Sheng, don't look out, be careful to fall into the river."

Yan San'er lost another game, grabbed me by the collar and pulled me back into the cabin: "Look at you, half of the people have poked out, what's there to see outside?" ”

I lowered my head and responded: "I didn't see anything, it's just too stuffy...... I suddenly brightened my eyes, raised my head, and said in a sweet and greasy tone that made me get goosebumps: "Third uncle-you tell me a story!" ”

"Huh?" Yan San'er was stunned: "What story to tell?" ”

"Tell me the story of you and my master, well, when we were young! You must have done a lot of great things, right? ”

Yan San'er smiled and said proudly: "That's nature, the world at that time was different from now." At that time, we were also young, and we really did a lot of things to help each other when we saw injustice. ”

I corrected him: "Third uncle, aren't you practicing swords?" Where can I pull out the knife? ”

"Then draw your sword and help." Yan San'er sighed: "Like now, when people have experienced more and seen more, their hearts are dead, and their blood is cold." He touched my head: "I used to think that if only people could not grow up, they would always stay in the carefree ...... when they were young."

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I went out this morning, I had a camera with me, and I wanted to take a few pictures. As a result, when I took the camera out,But I found that it didn't start no matter how I pressed it.,It turned out,I didn't have a battery in the camera.。。 TOT~~