Seeing that the woman was wearing a fallen horse bun that only a woman would comb, Su Wu asked cautiously again, "Dare to ask what Mrs. is called?" ”

"I—" the woman smiled ethereally, "I'm no longer human... However, my name is... Mrs. Xiang..."

Mrs. Xiang?!

Su Wan can be completely sure this time that she has entered the derivative world of Qu Yuan's work "Nine Songs".

At this moment, Su Wan had a stomach of questions she wanted to ask, such as, what is her mission? How do I get out?

Mrs. Xiang seemed to see that Su Wu had a lot of doubts, and with a wave of her hand, a yaoqin appeared in front of Su Wu out of thin air.

"It's very exhausting to talk, if you have any questions, ask through the sound of the piano..."

Q&A with the piano? Su Wu was stunned, she had never heard of this kind of thing, the sound of the piano could convey emotions, but she had never tried to chat with the piano.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Wu sat down cross-legged, plucked the first string with her slender jade hand, and silently recited what she wanted to say in her heart:

"Madame, what shall I do for you?"

It is also strange to say, Su Wu thought of this sentence in her heart, and the jade hand involuntarily used Su Wu's skillful technique to pluck the strings, and the meaning conveyed was exactly what Su Wu said.

This is a test of piano skills, right? If you are not familiar with the piano, even if you want to express it, your skills are insufficient. This thought slipped, but Su Wu was not so worried, she had always been very confident in her piano skills.

Mrs. Xiang then plucked the yaoqin, melodious and a little sad: "I am just a soul, about to dissipate into nothingness, I don't need you to do anything for me..."

Su Wan was stunned, Mrs. Xiang was the first "person" she met in the Nine Songs Fantasy World, she didn't need to help herself? So what is your own task?

As soon as this thought fell, the sound of Mrs. Xiang's piano on the opposite side came again: "Before I dissipate, you... Can you hear my story? ”

"Madam, please speak, the little girl listens to me." After responding to Mrs. Xiang, Su Wu seemed to feel that Mrs. Xiang's sad mood had eased slightly. Is it because before it dissipates, does someone else remember your story? Su Wu was confused in her heart and waited for Mrs. Xiang's story.

Suddenly there was silence in the illusion, and Mrs. Xiang did not stroke the qin, but sat there quietly, as if she was reminiscing about something.

After a long time, Mrs. Xiang finally plucked the strings:

"A thousand years ago, I worshipped Xiangjun, the Great Commander, and the Young Emperor at the same time under the Supreme God Donghuang Taimen."

"My father is Yun Zhongjun, and I am his only daughter, and I will be the next Yun Zhongjun. However, Yun Zhongjun can't be affectionate in his life..."

can't be affectionate, then how did Mrs. Xiang become the daughter of Yun Zhongjun? Su Wan complained silently in her heart and continued to listen carefully to the sound of the piano.

"However, I don't want to be Yunzhongjun, because I love Xiangjun so much..."

After this sentence was expressed, Mrs. Xiang, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly opened her mouth to sing, her voice was still ethereal, but it contained a deep affection:

"Sideways and murmuring, contemplating the gentleman's side. Gui Xi Lan Fang, chop the ice and snow..."

This is exactly the "Xiangjun" written by Qu Yuan! After quietly listening to the song "Xiangjun" sung by Mrs. Xiang, the sound of the piano came again:

"For the sake of love, Xiangjun and I chose to elope, but the father Yun Zhongjun should leave office, so the position of Yun Zhongjun is vacant..."

Mrs. Xiang paused for a moment, as if she remembered some unbearable past, and the sound of the piano was messy, with extreme sadness:

"I'm sorry for them... It was my selfishness that perfected myself and broke them apart... It's all my fault..."

Sorry whom? Who was torn apart? Listening to Mrs. Xiang's almost stunned emotional expression, Su Wu felt an indescribable tingling pain in her heart, and hurriedly stroked the qin to appease Mrs. Xiang's emotions.

Under Su Wu's cold piano sound, Mrs. Xiang regained her clarity and played again:

"Because the position of Yun Zhongjun is extremely important, because the father has let my junior sister, who is five points similar to me, serve as Yun Zhongjun... However, Senior Brother Da Si Ming loves Shao Si Ming so much, but because of me, we can't be together in life and life..."

Only then did Su Wan understand who Mrs. Xiang was so sorry for. It's just that the young secretary is in charge of the heirs of the world, how can he take the position of the king in the clouds who is in charge of riding the clouds and spreading the rain?

Thinking like this, Su Wan asked Fuqin with questions.

"In his place, in his government, in the things of God, you will not understand... Irrelevant things, just don't ask again..."

Su Wu was embarrassed, she really didn't understand God's things, she restrained her curiosity, and continued to listen carefully to the meaning expressed in Mrs. Xiang's piano music.

"Ill-fated, after leaving with Xiangjun, I found that my supernatural powers were dissipating, and in less than a hundred years, I passed away... Xiangjun is in pain, living alone in Xiangshui, and does not interact with anyone... This stay is a thousand years..."

"But I'm not completely gone, my soul still exists, wandering in this Nine Songs Fantasy Realm, but no one can find me... You're the first one who can see me..."

"A thousand years have passed, and my soul will dissipate... I beg of you, go and find the Great Priest... Bring a word to him..."

Su Wu was stunned again, she didn't expect that when Mrs. Xiang was dying, she did not entrust herself to find Xiangjun, but to find the great priest.

Although it was a request word, although Mrs. Xiang looked weak and weak, Mrs. Xiang's words seemed to carry an innate kingly atmosphere, which made people have the power to surrender involuntarily, Su Wu nodded subconsciously.

The fog was hazy, but Mrs. Xiang still saw Su Wan's movements, smiled with relief, and continued to play:

"The phrase is... Solid people's lives are deserved, which can be done? ”

Solid people's lives are deserved, which can be clutched... This is the last sentence in Qu Yuan's "Da Si Ming", in fact, Mrs. Xiang's heart also regretted it...

"The Great Priest dwells in... The Yin and Yang family under the empty mulberry mountain in the north... Also, what I'm going to say next is very important about you..."

After saying this sentence, Mrs. Xiang seemed to lack strength, and the tune she spoke about again was intermittent and incomprehensible.

Mrs. Xiang said about herself, Su Wan listened very attentively, but she only vaguely heard "Illusion... Past... Mapping" and other words and phrases, unable to connect these words, let alone understand the meaning of what Mrs. Xiang said.

wanted to ask Mrs. Xiang again what she meant by her last words, but found that the Yaoqin in front of her began to dissipate.

Su Wu looked up, and at some point, Mrs. Xiang, who had been sitting not far away, was gone.

Mrs. Xiang, is it gone?

Thinking of this fateful woman who only had one side of the fate, Su Wu felt a faint sadness welling up in her heart.

But before Su Wan could digest the story she heard, the fog in front of her cleared, and where she came into view, was a deep forest.

Su Wan's heart tightened.

Here, and where?