Ah Jiu went to knock on the door, but the door couldn't be opened, watching the door owner persecute step by step, the cold handsome face was safe and sound in the sky, but Ah Jiu was terrified, and let his body slowly slide down against the door, I don't know why I was panicked, and my eyes were panicked.

The door master stopped at Ah Jiu's one step away, Ah Jiu stared blankly into the calm and waveless eyes, and heard him ask. "You want to go to him in a corrupt way?"

Ah Jiu was a little embarrassed, nodded, and shook his head again.

A flash of emotion flashed in the door owner's eyes, and he was quickly buried by a smile.

He said yes.

He couldn't see her panicked and pitiful look the most.

The door master gently held Ah Jiu's hand and helped him up, his eyes did not distinguish emotions, and the corners of his mouth were gently hooked, but they were no different from usual.

yes, it seems like that's how it should be. The master of the door has always been gentle and has no temper towards Ah Jiu. Ah Jiu's face was full of confusion.

Ah Jiu turned on the lamp, and walked one after the other with the master of the door, passing through a long corridor with dark incense sleeves. Ah Jiu looked at the heavy sky, and suddenly he was in a trance.

Upstairs to see the mountain, the city to see the snow, the lamp to see the moon, the boat to see the glow, the moon under the most suitable to see the beauty, the beauty in front of the eyes is sparse and elegant, just like the water to see the flowers, it seems to be far away, if it is away. Ah Jiu was pious and respectful, but he was not worth half a light of love and was defeated.

"Door master, a hundred years ago, why did you pick out the ghost among the ghosts that I am?" Ah Jiu looked at the person on the other end in a daze, tugging at the corner of his clothes, and somehow became persistent.

"How?" The master of the door turned his head and smiled with a face, and his beautiful eyes looked at the ghost for no reason.

"Because I'm Ah Jiu?" Ah Jiu seems to have a premonition that after tonight, those hesitations that float in Mingsuke will finally settle down.

Yunzi mud, thousands of miles apart, how to intersect.

The door master finally let out a sigh and gently comforted Ah Jiu.

But Ah Jiu is not the Ah Jiu in your heart. Ah Jiu looked at the back of the person who walked away, and suddenly no longer wanted to know what the truth was.

"Clouds to rain, snow to wind, evening to clear sky, to Hong to go to swallows, birds to songs, three-foot sword, six-hook bow, Lingbei to Jiangdong, the summer palace in the world, the sky in the cold palace ......"

Hua Che is gone. The flower in Ah Jiu's heart disappeared along with the bamboo slip in his hand and the painting on the bedside.

"Hua Che is transformed by evil spirits, countless resentful souls in his palm, and the people who eat are transformed into faces." Ah Jiu stood alone in the dead forest, in the boundless dry forest, looking around blankly, but he didn't know where to go. For a long time, he blocked the sunlight slightly with his hand, and let the hollow wind blow through his ears over and over again.

In front of him, there seemed to flash the boundless horror of the eighteen layers of hell, the evil spirits all over the ground, and the evil aura and weird smile of Hua Che.

"This dead forest is a place where Hua Che draws the ground as a prison." Ah Jiu stood stunned, watching the dead forest turn into fragments and fly until it disappeared.

Hua Che loves flowers, Ah Jiu has seen the peach and plum planted by Hua Che, if there is wind, the petals are like a fairyland when they fly. Ah Jiu indifferently remembered that day, the purple-clothed guest came, and said, the flowers are cold to the bones, tossing and turning, but they were once prosperous.

"Hua Che is really a man, he fell in love with the world, and after that person died, he did not enter the reincarnation and was scattered a hundred years ago. Hua Che guarded the spring breeze of peaches and plums from then on, and when the flowers failed, only this dry forest remained. I don't know when, the door master stood next to Ah Jiu, said, there was an inexplicable meaning in his eyes, and looked up at Ah Jiudao again, "Your Dao Hua Che's appearance is the appearance of the woman he loves deeply, because that person is not Hua Che's resentful soul, so it takes soul power to transform, which also causes Hua Che to lure him to borrow soul power, making that dead forest a forbidden place." ”

When the door master and Ah Jiu left together, the sky was already bright.

Ah Jiu returned to the courtyard, and a story that Hua Che had casually told in the past suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Clouds to rain, flowers to the moon, evening to clear sky, birds to songworms......"

That year, the girl in the flower in Luoyang City smiled brightly, and the girl folded flowers with her hands and gave them to the white-clothed scholars.

At that time, the man must have exhausted all his evil energy, dressed in white, and walked through Luoyang on horseback, passing by the prosperous streets of blooming peonies, and met his beloved girl.

"An evil spirit has been molested in the mortal world." There seemed to be a soft sigh in his ears, like self-deprecation, like spoiling. "The girl is a beautiful girl, she doesn't like to drink tea and play chess, she yearns for the rivers and lakes, the world is not peaceful at that time, and the girl always loves to talk about the world's major events with the white-clothed scholars."

"At that time, the faint light of the candle flame reflected the girl's bright smile, and somehow something loosened in my heart."

It took a long time for Ah Jiu to piece the story together.

That year, the white-clothed scholar always smiled and joked at the girl who was lying on the desk with her slender hand pressing the strings, with me, how could I let you have something.

Many years later, the white-clothed scholar sat under the flying petal tree in the sky, through the cinnabar window, but could not hear the sound of the piano.

The girl is the concubine of the family, once elected to the palace, not long after, the emperor died, and the girl was taken to the living sacrifice.

At that time, Hua Che was trapped in hell, and the sky in front of him was full of fire, the karmic fire of the Three Realms, and all suffering.

At that time, Hua Che smiled and talked, with loneliness hidden in his calm face, "The scholar in white said, you wait for me, and when I have atoned for my sins, I will come back and marry you." The girl said yes, and smiled happily as before. ”

"But then the scholar went crazy and returned to the world to look for the girl, only to suddenly wake up that the girl who had been waiting for her for many years and whom he loved so much was no longer in the world." He added, "The underworld has come and gone for a hundred years, but it is only when the dust falls that the girl's name is evoked." The scholar has a very shallow memory, and he has forgotten a lot, but he still can't let go of the girl in his heart. But he didn't recognize his girl after all......"

"Why can't I remember my deep love, why can't I remember the scholar, why can't the girl remember?" At that time, Ah Jiu sat innocently and romantically under the tree, looking at the immortal sitting on the tree through the petals flying in the sky.

"Because the girl also deceived the scholar." Hua Che was silent for a long time and sighed. "The girl didn't believe in the scholar, the girl repeated the destiny in the scholar's ear over and over again, and when the girl left that day, the silhouette of her back in the sunset was extraordinarily desolate, but after all, she didn't look back at the scholar who was guarding under the tree."

"The girl was born with ghosts, and when she was seventeen years old, she was selected as a sacrifice by the imperial family, and a year later she entered the palace and was buried in the imperial tomb with the old emperor." He also said, "The scholar met a woman imprisoned on the way home in the underworld, and there was a floating illusion on the way back, and there were people who lived in the spiritual roots and did not enter reincarnation. On the way back, the resentful spirits of the Three Realms were not close to her, and the woman had never walked out of the floating illusion, but she smiled at the scholar who passed by every day under the peach blossom tree in the illusion, and shook the scholar's eyes brightly. ”

"A hundred years ago, the Three Realms were in turmoil, and after the turmoil subsided, the scholar passed by on the way home, and listened to the ghost on the way back, and the woman had sacrificed herself, leaving a trace of her soul into the Sansheng Stone."

"What can she say when she leaves?" The white-clothed scholar stood at the entrance of the return road in a daze, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

The ghost who was guarding the way home patted the white-clothed scholar on the shoulder, shaking his head and sighing. "The female ghost who has been guarding the entrance on the way back, she doesn't like to talk, but when she left, she said inexplicably, people who can pass ghosts have a chance to predict the future, that year she passed the destiny of heaven is marriage, and the hexagram said that there will be a white-clothed scholar in Luoyang City, where the peony is in full bloom, to play a horse and walk through."

The white-clothed scholar Huer smiled, but his vision became more and more blurred. Until his body resisted the illusion, he looked at the illusion on the way home, and realized the sorrow and no tears in his life.

The scholar said that he had a wish, that is, one day he could take his beloved girl to see the peonies in Luoyang City that year.

Later, the scholar returned to Luoyang City back then, and the peony was still in full bloom as graceful and luxurious as it was back then, but he never saw the girl who folded the flower again.

That year, Ah Jiu stood under the tree and laughed at the immortals who entered the play too deeply, and the tears of the people who listened to the play also came out.

That year, the immortal also sat on the tree and laughed, laughing out of tears.

That year, Ah Jiu was still tilting his head and wondering, how could an immortal have tears?