"Sigh lightly in the wind, the evening light of the long pavilion, sit and remember the ・・・・・・・ of the year and the moon"

Zhou Rang hummed an unknown tune softly, in a language that Zhou Gui had never heard. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unlike the various dialects that are popular today, it is the Yayan of 600 years ago.

The tone is low, boundless and lonely, which makes people unbearable to hear, and unconsciously weeps.

Zhou Gui listened carefully, although he didn't understand the meaning at all, he thought it was just a feeling of expressing his heart.

Even if you don't understand the meaning of the words, the feelings are about the same.

I listened for a while, until a crescent moon hung on the treetops in the east, and a little starlight sprinkled down the pavilion, and then stopped.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the figure on the opposite side gradually became clear, except for a slight transparency, almost indistinguishable from a living person.

"Laughing ・・・・・・・"

The sound of clear water flowing like a spring came, and it was closer to ordinary people than Fang Cai's voice.

Zhou Gui raised his head and stared, the figure opposite was shrouded in moonlight, just sitting there, a layer of moonlight was attracted to him.

The body is wearing the regular clothes of the ministers six hundred years ago, which are moon-white, extravagant and generous, and have a simple meaning, which is very different from the current clothing.

The long hair is coiled up and tied in a wooden hairpin.

The forehead is dotted with a layer of cinnabar-like magic lines, which are the traces of the past as a ghost.

The face is like a crown of jade, the complexion is white, the eyes are bright, and the deep and quiet eyes hide indescribable sadness.

It's like the princess in those ancient paintings, who has come over more than 600 years ago.

That extravagance, even if he is dressed in a shabby beggar outfit, can't be suppressed.

Faintly, Zhou Gui felt that his own glorious reputation was probably not just as ordinary as he claimed.

Seeing Zhou Guiwang coming, this noble son pursed his lips and chuckled, and his whole body was bathed in the moonlight, like a dream for a while.

This kind of extravagance is the only thing Zhou Gui has seen in his life, even if he is a noble son of a family, his bearing is not as good as the slightest.

This is really noble, in contrast, the so-called family temperament of the so-called princes who were born in honey and born with jade is just a toddler in Handan.

"Ziming, Fang Cai's song "Leaving Sorrow", but do you understand?"

Zhou Gui took a deep breath and settled his mind.

"Guangyugong, how can I understand the language of six hundred years ago, but I only feel the meaning slightly."

He earnestly advised.

"It's just that the past has become smoke, Guangyu Gong doesn't have to be too sad, if the old man is still there, I guess I hope you can have a happy life."

Zhou Guangyu stroked his palms and smiled:

"Ziming uses these clichés to persuade again, but it can be seen that he still doesn't understand me!"

"I, Zhou Guangyu, am not those gentlemen, I have to dance and ink, indulge in fat powder, there are piles of splendid embroideries on the outside, but the inside is actually worthless."

"Back then, I talked with the crown prince, talked about the past and the present, commented on the children of the families of the southwestern countries, how many outstanding elites, and what I saw was Wentao Wuxue and the economy was secular and secular."

"At that time, all I thought about was the major events of the family and the country, and all I thought about was Sanxing Jiang Guo, where was there any love for children?"

"When I got to the bottom, the situation was even worse, Jiang Guo was still served by many powerful countries in the underworld, and what I was worried about was the strategic art of war, and what I was worried about was Jiang Guo's thousand-year-old foundation・・・・・・"

"Now, do you still think I'm the kind of philistine person who will always dwell on the past?"

Zhou Gui listened and couldn't help but sigh.

"A person's mental outlook is probably related to his or her mind. Those who always have great ambitions in their hearts and shoulder the world will inevitably worry about the country and the people, and the weather will be grand, and they will not be like ordinary people; On the contrary, if the tidying up day is shorter than the parents, and the snail corner is between the false name, then it will not be able to raise any pattern after all. ”

"From a person's pattern, you can see his general achievements, in my opinion, if Guangyu Gong had a book that survived, he could be ranked with a hundred sages!"

Guangyu nodded with a smile.

Although it is suspected of being touted, this is ironing. If I have a book that has been handed down to this day, I will definitely be able to be honored as Zhou Zi. ”

He spoke confidently, as if it was a natural thing, and it made people feel that he was telling the truth.

Speaking of this, there was a shock, and the heart lake rippled slightly.

While he was talking, there was a sound of footsteps, and Zhou Xun came over with a lantern and a bamboo basket.

"This is the dog Zhou Xun, the words are clear and sincere."

Zhou Xun stepped forward, hung up the lantern, took out the sharpened tablet of the god from the bamboo basket, a good incense, candlesticks, paper money and some melon and fruit tributes, and placed them on the stone table.

Then, respectfully salute the two of them.

"Mingcheng has seen his father and met Guangyugong."

Guangyu bowed his head.

Seeing these tributes, incense candlesticks, he laughed again.

"It's funny, burn paper money to me in person, don't be the paper money of ordinary people in the market."

Zhou Gui also smiled, it was indeed strange to burn paper money in front of him, and to place tributes, especially at this moment, the reputation was almost like a living person, which became more and more strange.

"Guangyu Gong, please rest assured, this handful of paper money has been personally cultivated by me, and it will definitely be used in the underworld. Although it looks small, it is actually enough! ”

Zhou Xun worked hard for three hours for this paper money, and used a drop of real water produced in the inner world to sacrifice and refine this magic money, and these dark money can be said to be full of weight.

"In fact, ordinary people worship their ancestors, and the paper money drawn and cut by hand is the heaviest, and all kinds of nostalgia and prayers can be turned into a variety of common currency in the underworld.

This is a little sincerity, the more sincere the heart, the heavier the money.

In fact, incense is also a truth, it all depends on whether the heart is sincere or not.

The high-meritorious Taoist priests have cultivation in the body, and the various methods of sacrifice and cultivation are different, which can condense the soul body, purify all kinds of unjust qi, prolong the yin life, and exalt suffering.

If you use the magic money for a long time and insist on cultivation, so that the soul is pure inside and outside, and cultivates into a pure glass-like soul body, this is called "ghost immortal".

Ghosts and immortals can be achieved with the help of external forces.

The Daomen has the method of refining water and fire, in order to help the disciples of the sect who have failed to cultivate, through the method of water and fire refining, they can overcome the suffering, so that they can transform into ghosts and immortals after death, and continue to practice in the underworld.

It's just that this kind of ritual will consume the merits of the high-level Taoist priests themselves every time and resolve the various sins that they are entangled in.

If you transform a ghost immortal, the procedures required are even more cumbersome, and you need to go through the refining of water and fire repeatedly until the inside and outside are clear, like a new moon.

The mage who presides over the transformation himself has to spend decades of hard work in cultivation before he can transform a disciple into a ghost.

If you don't cultivate into a ghost immortal without the help of external forces, then there is not a single soul in 100,000.

Don't look at the ghosts and immortals, they belong to the bottom of the immortal path, and they are despised by the immortals, but they are not so easy to achieve. ”