When you smell the ripeness of the seeds,

It can weave the soul and replenish the soul, and change the life and death of people.

I have planned a lot, and I have traveled all the way.

Pick up a tree and flowers, and now, the seed has bloomed.

Why don't you come?

……

It's been more than three years since I came here. I opened a shop, a fragrant bone shop, on Sansheng Road here. Accepting people and taking people's lives in vain is a dream for the whole world.

Incense is sold for a fateful customer, and a life is exchanged for a dream.

Recently, business has become more and more difficult to do. The trading of fragrant bone shops stopped for half a year.

I sat on a white velvet cushion and plucked the strings for no reason, the tune intermittently chopped.

The hall was deserted, and the sound of the piano was clear and cold.

When Qi Shizi was alive, he often shook his fan and sighed and said, "Ah Yi, your piano is too cold and has no enthusiasm."

I still remember that day, I turned my back and replied: "I don't love the piano, naturally I don't have enthusiasm, playing the piano is just - let myself have a voice around me,"

Qi Shizi was suddenly silent for a long time, and he drank late with me that day.

Now, more than 10 years later, my piano skills still haven't improved.

It's easy to make trouble when you have nothing to do, and being idle makes people moldy. After playing the piano for a month, I finally came to a conclusion.

Boredom is a disease – it has to be cured.

Alas, I sighed.

Zhao Rui happily rolled the ball of pom-pom. Hearing my sigh, he turned around and said, "Master, why don't you go out for a walk?"

I shook my head, not interested.

"When was the last time you went out?" Zhaorui asked me curiously while pushing the ball of yarn.

"At the time of the Flower Dynasty," I stopped plucking my piano and thought about it for a moment.

Poof, Zhaorui laughed, and the hairball didn't roll. The two thieves glanced at them with ill will.

"Master, do you know that there are only nine of the ten unsolved mysteries in Jiangyang City now?" Zhaorui shook his whiskers and said with a smile.

"Oh, could it be that Wang Yuanwai selected a civil and military son-in-law, and Master Pei identified the true and false writing......" I crossed my fingers and guessed one by one.

"Stop! Stop! Stop! Master, please don't guess. Zhaorui looked disappointed and unceremoniously interrupted my unfinished speculation: "The truth is that the owner of the fragrant bone shop is surnamed Yi!"

"Oh," I replied faintly, nothing unusual.

Wait a minute.

"When did I change my last name?"

Zhaorui skimmed his beard and gave me a look that was really like this, "Wash the inkstone pond among the flowers, and the son of the world."

"It's been rumored for a month, and the master is really lonely," Zhaorui fiddled with the hairball again, "At the Flower Dynasty Festival last month, there was a Feng Xiucai. At the meeting, I saw a handsome boy and was shocked. After I went back, I didn't think about tea and food. Lying in bed for a month, every day I only read 'Yi Gongzi, Yi Gongzi',"

"Oh," I listened, it was nothing to do with me, and I didn't know Feng Xiucai.

Seeing that my reaction was flat, Zhaorui pouted: "I also specially asked someone to go and inquire,"

"The person who came back told me that the son Feng Xiucai saw was wearing a moon-white robe and a green wood hairpin. A little scarlet between the eyebrows, and the starlight in the eyes. The red lips are lightly pursed, the ink hair is lightly coiled, and the whole person is like a mutton fat jade carving......"

"Stop, don't add words, get to the point!" I hurriedly interrupted Zhaorui's chatterbox.

"Hehe, when I hear it, isn't this you, the master?" Zhaorui sneered, "I didn't take it to heart, who knew that it had been passed on for a month,"

"Alright," I shuddered, "that Feng ...... Feng Xiucai? I know who it is,"

Three people become tigers, the ancients honestly do not deceive me!

Last month's Flower Dynasty Festival was crowded with people. People are crowded everywhere, and it's weird. I found a secluded place to hide.

I didn't want to, but someone behind me suddenly called: "Huh? Childe~"

Curious, I turned away. I saw a sallow nerd standing on the steps by the Xiyan Lake. The inkstone in his hand rolled down, and he didn't even notice it.

I simply stepped forward and picked it up for him. Somehow, the nerd suddenly took a few steps back, stepped on the air, and went straight into the lake.

Come on, you don't have to pick up the inkstone. I had no choice but to jump into the lake and scoop up the stupid scholar. Seeing that the scholar was fine, my clothes were wet again. He said hello to others and returned to the fragrant bone shop.

The nerd was skinny and malnourished. This time I fell into the water, and it is strange not to lie down for a month.

Zhaorui scratched his ears and cheeks: "I know that if any good thing touches the master, it will not give birth to a little wind and snow."

"Fortunately, that Feng Xiucai shouted 'Hey Gongzi' at that time, instead of 'Ya Gongzi' or 'Wow Gongzi',"

Zhaorui looked at me seriously: "Think about it, Frog Boy, Duck Boy, I don't know, I still think we opened a restaurant!"

"You're not afraid to send me out," I said, glancing at it.

Zhaorui acted as if nothing had happened, and continued to roll the ball of pom-pom.

I removed Fu Xiqin and walked straight to the beauty couch. Pull the plain brocade fan on the wooden platform to cover a face and take a rest.

And it was dark.

Zhaorui picked up the ball of velvet, smacking his mouth from time to time, and the saliva was short and long. I found a veil and put it over my body.

The night was a little cool, and the moonlight sprinkled on the ground, casting fine frost. Outside the window, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and the branches and leaves overlap and intertwine.

Suddenly~suddenly~suddenly, the wind blew in the courtyard, and I didn't know the geometry of the flowers in the bushes.

The night was long, and the cold was heavy. I sat down in front of the desk with my pen and put "Lanting" on it a few more times.

It was dark and I couldn't see clearly, so I picked out the oil lamp on the case.

The wind is blowing, and the red lanterns under the eaves are squeaking and turning.

There was a guest tonight, and I picked up my pen and wrote another word - to.

A long sword fed into his neck, and the cold light refracted onto the wall and was extremely dazzling, and a trace of blood oozed out again.

I looked up and chuckled, "Guests from afar must be tired, why don't you sit down and have a cup of hot tea?" ”

The sword around his neck fell.

"I don't know Childe - can you do a dead man's business?" There was no warm sound, and it sounded coldly.

The man was dressed in black, like a ghost, lurking there. The black scarf covered most of his face, and his dark eyes were exposed.

His expression was focused, his body slightly arched, and his fingertips rubbed against the face of the sword. The stiff hair around the sideburns is meticulously tucked behind the head.

I continued to write a stroke, finishing the last stroke. Today, there is a bold one. If I dare to say no, I'm afraid I want to turn me into that dead man.

"Do, why not? As long as you can afford it," I said with a chuckle.

"Then there is a trip for Mr. Lao," the person who came hugged his sword and lowered his eyebrows. Shrouded in shadows, I couldn't see joy or sorrow for a while.

"Let's go back to your master, and I can go to the house tomorrow night."

The man froze on his feet and nodded respectfully. And as it came, it retreated silently.

General's Mansion, I wrote these three words and circled them again, which is a good sign today. I put down my pen and paper and put away the desk. Remove the incense utensils and prepare slightly.

The business of the General's Mansion naturally needs to be more careful. I just don't know, whose life does this general want? That's it, that's it, it's useless to think too much. Left and right are just dead people, what does it have to do with me?

I carefully pounded the mandala petals and squeezed out some of the red juice. I mixed some Lechuan water, poured some incense powder and sticky powder, and stirred them together to reconcile. Soon the incense clay was made, and I kneaded it carefully.

The half-dry incense is already somewhat formed at this time. In this way, after only one night, the incense can be used.

The four watches were raised, and I exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath in my chest. Suddenly looking back, I saw a terrifying figure reflected in the bronze mirror.

The plain finger is dyed crimson, and the green silk reflects the contour.

With a clean face, I did the evil asura.

There's no going back.

Whew~ I turned off the oil lamp and turned into the sleeping tent.

Tomorrow, peel the skin and pull the bones.