Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Story of the Peony Pavilion

"What are you guys doing here?" Lord Xu stared at the beauty while reaching out to help Jin Yang, who almost fell.

Several beauties saw that Master Xu loved Jin Yang so much, and they also knew in their hearts that Xu is a beauty is not small, so she can be like this, and seeing that she can't get cheap by arguing, she rubbed her feet and pouted and whispered: "It's okay." ”

Lord Xu helped Jin Yang up, smiled at her with interest, and said fiercely to the beauties: "It's okay, don't hurry up, really when Lord Ben has nothing to do all day long, accompany you to the garden!" ”

"No-" Several beauties saw that Master Xu was angry, so they all lowered their heads and wilted and followed.

When those beauties walked away, Jin Yang pushed the ghost girl and said: "You still think I'm not eye-catching enough, right, push me to step on the feet of that beauty, you didn't see the little eyes of those few people who walked past me, and they wanted to eat me alive." I still want to spend a few days to pass! Although the ghost girl pushed her to teach that beauty a lesson, but Jin Yang, who had experienced all kinds of Situ Mansion, just wanted to live quietly.

The ghost girl said with interest: "Yo, the little tiger is a little milk cat." Are you really scared these times? ”

Sumire Yang held her mouth and didn't want to pay attention to her. She picked up the water bell that had fallen on the side of the tree and put it back into her arms, and although the person was fine with the fall just now, the things in her arms were scattered all over the ground.

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the wall of the Peony Pavilion: "Are you here?" You're here to kill me? Hahaha! ”

The ghost girl and Jin Yang were stunned and looked at each other on the ground.

"Who?" Sumire Yang responded.

There was no movement inside.

Jin Yang asked the ghost girl in a low voice, "By the way, do you know who lives in this Peony Pavilion?" ”

The ghost girl shook her head.

After a while, strange words came from inside: "Peeping into the heavens, the left side of the door, if you want to go against the wheel of heaven, the number of qi is coming." Peeping into the sky, the side door left ......"

When Sumire heard this, she suddenly remembered that this ...... Wasn't that what she had heard in that horrible dream, how could she ......

Sumire Yang thought of goosebumps, and the ghost girl looked at her as if she had a different look, so she asked, "Hey, what's wrong with you." ”

Jin Yang hurriedly dragged the ghost girl and fled back to his neon dress courtyard, and then told the ghost girl about the dream he had had.

When the ghost girl heard this, she smiled and said, "Oh? How could there be such a miracle? It's really interesting, thinking that I have to live in this Situ Mansion for a while anyway, it's better to round your heart, figure out this matter, and save the future regret. ”

Sumire nodded, her mind was chaotic, the ghostly words in that terrible dream lingered in her heart like a spell, no matter how she put aside her thoughts, her mind always repeated that treacherous dream over and over again.

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"Now that Zagana has received the invitation and will definitely come back, you will take this opportunity to find me the fragment of the river map."

"Promise - the subordinates must live up to their mission."

The gears of the dark room snapped gently, and the man in the black cannon commanded a group of masked knights in the dark room, he sat majestically at the highest point of the dark room, and the black stone dragon chair under him symbolized inviolable rights and majesty.

"This year's martial arts conference is different from the past, it is rumored that the gods of the four directions have come to the territory of my country, and the six famous sects on the rivers and lakes have all come out of the hole, in order to be the last fragment of the river map in this Situ Mansion, this is a rare and good opportunity, you all have to keep an eye on me." The man in the black cannon gently stroked the black stone dragon chair with his rough hand and said condescendingly.

"No—" The samurai replied respectfully.

"Did the woman say anything?" The black cannon man asked.

"Back to Shendu, it's still those few words, but that beauty seems to be very interested in Shaozhen Pavilion recently, and ordered the maid Tang Xi to keep inquiring about the woman in Shaozhen Pavilion."

The black cannon man's hand stroking the black stone dragon chair suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he tilted the corners of his mouth and gently repeated: "Hi beauty, Tang Xi." ”

"Got it, let's go down."

"No—"

In the flash of lightning, a group of masked knights disappeared into the dark room. The black cannon man leaned on the black stone dragon chair with cold eyes, stared at the treacherous dark pavilion like a tomb, and roared like a madman: "Hetu Luoshu, it's mine after all!" This world, after all, is mine! I will be the only immortal person in this world, and I will be the only ruler of this heaven and earth! ”

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"How? Got it? As soon as the ghost girl entered the door, Sumire Yang couldn't wait to ask.

"What's the hurry, wait for me to drink saliva first."

"Eh, what are you going to say~" Jin Yang hurriedly shook her arm at the ghost girl and coquettishly.

The ghost girl just picked up the tea that she hadn't drunk two sips and almost made Sumire Yang spill: "Look at your impatience! ”

Jin Yang snatched the teacup from the ghost girl's hand and said, "Eh, I'm just in a hurry, you say it." ”

The ghost girl said helplessly: "In this Shaozhen Pavilion, there is Zhao Ji, a concubine who was very favored by Lao Situ a long time ago. I heard that this Zhao Ji not only looks like a flower and moon, but also is quite proficient in martial arts, and Lao Situ wrote some sour poems to her when he was young! ”

"Poetry?!" Jin Yang really couldn't imagine that such a lustful old man could have such an elegant behavior towards a woman.

"Well, what is it to say, 'look like a condensed fat pearl, like a divine bird than a neon phoenix'......" The ghost girl recited the poem while learning from the obscene appearance of Lao Situ, and Jin Yang was about to vomit when she saw it.

So he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, you, let's talk about the point." ”

Later, this Zhao Ji was different from all the women, but her appearance and talent were all above all the women, so the honor and favor of this Situ Mansion were all on her alone. Even Mrs. Luo at that time couldn't reach it. ”

"Mrs. Luo? Isn't it Mrs. Sheng? Sumire asked.

"Mrs. Sheng is a later thing, Mrs. Luo is the original wife of the old Situ's childhood sweetheart, I heard that when I married Mrs. Luo, the old guy was not Situ, just a little Wenchen. Later, he became Situ's step by step. ”

"Then how can you be imprisoned in that Shaozhen Pavilion? How could he break his leg? ”

Listening to Jin Yang's words, the ghost girl stepped forward and asked, "Huh?" How did you find out she had a broken leg? ”

"I accidentally entered the Peony Pavilion before."

"With Yun Pozi's kung fu?"

Sumire nodded.

The ghost girl continued: "Yes, if it were someone else, it would never be possible to enter the Shaozhen Pavilion. ”

"Why?"

"That Zhao Ji is favored by the old Situ, and because he has been obsessed with martial arts since he was a child, so he often goes to the rivers and lakes to learn the martial arts of various sects. Who knew that later, because of learning martial arts, he got acquainted with Mo Rufeng, the eldest disciple of the Quanzhen School, and the two of them made a private decision for life because of learning martial arts. I heard that Zhao Ji had just hidden the picture with her hand, and Lao Situ was furious when he learned that the beauty had betrayed and stole the picture, and imprisoned her in the Shaozhen Pavilion in a fit of rage. ”

"And how did she break her leg? And what about the phrase she kept repeating? Sumire asked.

As soon as Mo Rufeng heard that Lao Situ imprisoned her lover in Shaozhen Pavilion, he didn't care about the three seven twenty-one who came to the rescue, so Zhao Ji was a little guilty and didn't make Kung Fu fly out of Shaozhen Pavilion, but because of this, Lao Situ used it to lead Mo Rufeng to throw himself into the net. Of course, Lao Situ would not spare it, so he cut off Mo Rufeng's head at the door of the Shaozhen Pavilion and buried it under the big tree in the corner. And Zhao Ji was disheartened and left when there was no one, she wanted to take Mo Rufeng's head away, but she was unexpectedly subdued by the guards and martial arts masters in Situ's mansion, and Lao Situ cut off Zhao Ji's legs in a fit of anger and imprisoned him in Shaozhen Pavilion. If she doesn't hand over the remnants of the river map for a day, she won't be able to leave the Shaozhen Pavilion for a day. ”

After hearing this, Jin Yang sighed softly and said, "Then in the end, Zhao Ji didn't hand over the fragments of the river map?" ”

The ghost girl moistened her lips with tea and continued: "It is said that the old Situ later didn't care about the past, and found someone to torture Zhao Ji every day, forcing her to tell her the whereabouts of the Hetu fragments. Later, I heard that someone ordered Situ Mansion to turn it upside down, but I didn't find the fragment. These are all secrets~" The ghost girl smiled mischievously at Jin Yang.

"You're pretty good enough to find out so much."

"Do you know that there is a place on the rivers and lakes called Lover's Zhai?" The ghost girl asked.

Sumire shook her head.

The ghost girl muttered, "Little White Rabbit." Then he continued: "This Lover's Zhai is like the Yuelao Temple in the world, whether it is the rivers and lakes or the court, those who have feelings and stories will be recorded by Lover's Zhai, even ordinary people are no exception." In the same way, these love stories are often useful information. That's it, I spent a lot of money to buy it, enough for my baby to eat two fish dinners. ”