"You go down first," Huang Lang opened Huang San, opened the note and read, it read: Wen Jun has been very happy recently, this is a special thing to congratulate, may you smile.

The Huang family is a big family in River Town. Huang Lang's father used to serve in the army, and he disappeared three years ago in the crusade against the enemy, but Huang Lang firmly believed that his father was alive, so he ordered his subordinates to call him the young master, not the lord. And Huang Lang is quite resourceful and good at management, and he has tripled the size of the mansion in two years. Today's Huang family is in full swing in River Town, and Li Xiangcai, who was born as a literati, will naturally not refuse to marry his beloved daughter Li Zhiqing to Huang Lang, not to mention that Huang Lang has a soft spot for Li Zhiqing and loves Li Xiangcai.

Huang Lang quickly prepared the wedding utensils, matchmakers, sedan chairs, invitations, etc. On the day of the wedding, the whole river town was lively, the river town was full of red couplets, the Huang family compound was decorated with lights, the piano and drums, the sound of firecrackers, and the sound of celebration were endless.

Huang Lang rode a tall horse, wearing a bright red robe, and his face was full of smiles that greeted the cheers of the guests. Behind him were eight sedan chairs, followed by eighteen joyful musicians. After a period of excitement, Huang Lang dismounted in front of Li's house.

The courtyard of the Li family was also festive, everyone was busy, and Li Xiangcai went back and forth to deal with his relatives and friends. Only Qing'er was silently lonely in the boudoir.

"Miss Li, let's change your clothes," the matchmaker hugged the gorgeous phoenix crown and Xia Xuan, "Uncle is already waiting outside." ”

The orders of the parents and the words of the matchmaker, Li Zhiqing must not disobey. Sad, she didn't seem to have any thoughts of going against the things of this world. She doesn't say a word all day long, and is almost resigned to anything. She sat silently, letting her mother and matchmaker change her clothes. She clutched half of the jade in her hand and never seemed to let it go.

This half of the jade was given by Zhu Yun before leaving, and Qing'er always regarded it as a token of love.

Huang Lang got what he wanted, Qing'er lost his soul, and the two were together after all. For more than half a month, the two got along plainly. Huang Lang felt more and more sad and angry, because Qing'er treated him like a stranger to his husband. When he was in the same room, Qing'er just let him do whatever he wanted. On that gorgeous red bed, Huang Lang didn't feel any love between husband and wife.

Huang Lang finally couldn't stand this kind of life, and in a month after marriage, he came to Juxian Tower again.

"It feels good to be newly married!" Feng Die's voice was gentle and beautiful, and her smile was charming.

How Huang Lang hoped that Qing'er could fall in love with him like a phoenix, but this was an infatuation after all. And Huang Lang only has an interest relationship with the phoenix. He replied coldly: "I don't feel any resentment about my wife, she is the wife I want." ”

"But you just married an ice sculpture," she gently put her hand on Huang Lang's shoulder, "why would you rather marry an ice sculpture than never look at me more." ”

"You're wrong, I'm for the ice sculpture in your mouth, so I don't look at you more. ”

"Do you want Li Zhiqing to become normal?"

"Unless Zhu Yun is alive," Huang Lang's words became serious, "but Zhu Yun should die, no matter what, he has to die." ”

"As far as I know, you don't have a deep grudge against Zhu Yun. ”

"He's in my way, he's the biggest rock in front of my eyes. ”

"Maybe so," Feng Die thought to herself, it was Huang Lang's pride that drove her to kill Zhu Yun. It is precisely because of this that she has a deep love for Huang Lang. She took the purple gold bowl and the dagger, asked Huang Lang to sacrifice a bowl of blood as usual, and then said, "Remember the phoenix hairpin I gave you? It may make a difference in your wife." ”

When Huang Lang went home, he found the phoenix hairpin that he casually discarded in the glove box, and held it in his hand and played with it. He didn't believe that this seemingly delicate accessory could make a difference for Qing'er, but out of love for his wife, he decided to give it a try. When he came to the bedroom, he saw Qing'er sitting motionless on the bed, like an empty shell without a soul. But whenever Qing'er sees something that can be associated with Zhu Yun, she will wash her face with tears.

"Qing'er, I'll give you a gift. ”

Qing'er didn't speak. Since she married into the Huang family, she has become mute and has been silent all day long.

"I'll put it on for you," Huang Lang thrust the phoenix hairpin into her bun as gently as possible, and then sat aside and watched her quietly.

Qing'er didn't seem to have changed at all, and Huang Lang had been guarding him. He was afraid that Feng Die would use this Feng Hai to harm Qing'er, although this was too much to worry about, but his eyes were still staring at Feng Hai. Time passed slowly in Huang Lang's expectant eyes.

After dusk, the afterglow of the window edge dissipates. Qing'er slowly stood up and smiled at Huang Lang. She had a calm demeanor and delicate movements, and came to the surprised Huang Lang, and shouted gently: Husband!

Huang Lang was overjoyed, couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly held Qing'er's hand, "Qing'er!

Qing'er smiled gently, "My husband, what should you call me?" ”

"It's me who is abrupt, I should call you Madame! Come, Madame, please take a seat. ”

In the dead of night, Qing'er on the bed smiled, and the smile was very beautiful. Huang Lang stroked her hair, gently shed her coat, and then lay down beside her.

This night, Huang Lang slept exceptionally comfortably. He remembered the day, and this night was his wedding night.

4

The wandering old man was dressed in rags, holding a pu kui fan in his hand, and he was followed by a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, who was a new apprentice he had picked up when he passed by Yunlan Mountain a month ago. The ten-mile lotus pond looks full of aura in the sun, and the river town is opposite. Lao Dao walked to the river, saw that the river water was clear, the aquatic plants were swaying, and there were fine fish swimming leisurely, feeling a clearness, and feeling thirsty, so he asked the apprentice to take out the wooden bowl to scoop water and drink.

"Master, please drink water. ”

Lao Dao took the wooden bowl, brought it to his lips, took a sip, and suddenly felt cool and delicious, but the next moment, he frowned.

"Master, why are you frowning?"

"Under this dense lotus leaf, I'm afraid there is a soul. Lao Dao poured the bowl of water into the lotus pond, fanned the pu kui fan and said: "As a teacher, he has a sensitive sense of taste, and he has practiced water-based magic since he was a child, and his spiritual power is blessed, so as soon as this water is entered, he knows that there is a cold breath." ”

"What is the anger of resentment?" asked the child.

Lao Dao stroked his black and white sparse beard, sat down under a willow tree, and said: "There is a way in reincarnation, and people are primates, with three souls and six spirits. The three souls, the soul, the enlightening soul, the dream soul, and the six spirits, the heart, the body, the spirit, the spirit, the siblings, and the spirit. The soul of a person is the main soul, which exists in the brain, and the decapitated person often loses his soul, and the soul lodges in the decapitated head and cannot be reincarnated. ”

Therefore, if a person is beheaded, he cannot be reincarnated, and his soul will turn into resentment. ”

Lao Dao smiled slightly, and patted his beloved disciple's head with a fan, "The disciple is quite perceptive. ”

"Master, as you said, is there a severed head in this lotus pond?"