Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.

The thunder roared and the thunder woke up the insects in the mountains, and the swallow brought the red mud under the eaves.

Spring rain is coming.

It really rained like smoke, so light that it was foggy.

In front of the Confucius Temple, overlooking down from the sky, the Jiangnan path of bluestone bricks is blue-gray, like a withered branch that has survived to the spring, as soon as the spring rain comes, the oil paper umbrella opened on the street, and the Jiangnan path of the withered branch is suddenly full of flowers.

The spring rain gradually stopped, and pedestrians put away their umbrellas one after another, and the flowers in full bloom on the branches closed one after another.

Until only one red flower is left alone in the branches, and only the last one is left in the full spring.

In the end, the umbrella was also put away, under the umbrella is a deserted woman, she is just wearing it and the surrounding environment has a sense of separation, the clothes are far from the style of this era, the white bandeau jacket has a bright red placket, narrow sleeves, the lower body is the same red skirt, the face is exquisite, no pink is the second spring color in the world.

It's like a lady who came out of the previous dynasty.

The silk scarf upstairs floated down the street, and was crushed like mud by the wooden wheels of the carriage, and the muddy water splashed by the wheels stained the clothes of the girls on the street, attracting a few shouts of dissatisfaction, that is, the coachman on the cart apologized again and again, but he also went away, and the two small officials on the side of the restaurant laughed at the peddler's pawn, and the maid of the big family pushed open the side door and walked into the crowd with her head down.

"Soup cakes!"

"I heard there's a lantern show tonight?"

"Brother Zhao, Brother Yang, this way, this way!"

"Boss, four buns." Her voice was clear, without much emotion, and her face was cold.

"Huh! Little lady, you wait for me to fetch it for you. ”

She took the still hot bun wrapped in lotus leaves, and when she walked into the alley, the sound of the street was far away, and she turned her head to look at the strange man who had been following behind her.

A man whose clothes are stranger than his own, and his whole body is wet by the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The man wore a jade bracelet from the girl's hand and a mask on his face, and he was actually tortured.

"Why did you follow me all the way?" Her tone was calm, and she didn't panic at all about being tailed.

"I'm hungry." The man said.

"When I'm hungry, I go to the noodle shop at Grandma Zhang's house on the street and eat Brother Li's soup cakes."

"I don't have any money."

The cold woman's face remained unchanged, "You are a dignified seven-foot man, don't you want to steal and rob?" ”

"You've changed...... I used to say that when I was hungry, you would go and make me something to eat. ”

"Inexplicable."

She felt that she had met someone who was mentally abnormal, and she looked at this strange man with more pity.

With a flick of his hand, he threw the bun in his hand over.

"Don't come with me again."

After speaking, she took out a hat from behind her, and on the side of the hat was a light gauze of equal length, and she put the hat on her head, and the figure under the light gauze was emaciated, and then turned to leave.

The man took the purse.

Although the personality is a little inconsistent, but still so kind and gentle.

He removed the mask and pinned it to his head, revealing a handsome face, found an eaves and squatted down to start eating steamed buns.

He was really hungry, penniless, and it was not easy to steal and rob, so he happened to catch a glimpse of the woman in red passing by.

He wanted to follow up and say, I am your good apprentice from five hundred years later, but the other party will definitely not believe it, so he didn't say it, but he still followed.

It turns out that Wang Xilou five hundred years ago would not laugh.

It turned out that Wang Xilou five hundred years ago seemed to be a different person in personality than five hundred years later.

Shadows are not enemies, they are more like children who have run away from home and have a temper, so there will not be much danger in the process of finding shadows.

Nameless, this is crazy, right?

She actually sent herself five hundred years ago.

The Trillion Eternal Tribulation is the last spirit entanglement of Wang Xilou, and it is also the most powerful spirit entanglement, and Nameless is also the shadow that has obtained the most inheritance of Wang Xilou.

The effect of the trillions of eternal calamity is only to let oneself exist in the past and the future, lend oneself more powerful power in the future in advance, or let one's own ontology exist in the past, denying all the harm suffered in the present.

Time, cause and effect, fate, these are the three major mentally retarded entanglements.

If you encounter it, you can escape.

And she almost burned out the way to stir up the long river of history and make him go back to the past.

And not a day ago, two days ago, but a whole five hundred years ago.

Won't there be a time paradox? The wind is unreasonable and unclear, how is he going back? The wind is unreasonable and unclear.

But as the old saying goes.

It's coming.

In ancient times, it was not as beautiful as in the TV series, people's faces were mostly numb, and smiles were luxuries.

This bun is not delicious, but Feng is unreasonable and not picky, and it solves today's ration in two bites.

Eating Wang Xilou's things, he didn't feel any problem.

If you don't support me, who will support me?

The wind is unreasonable.

After eating, he rested for a while, and he didn't even bother to see if anyone outside the alley was paying attention to him, turning into a puddle of inky shadows in place, shuttling through the shadows.

But it was said that the other half of the Confucius Temple was sad and mournful, and after the nine songs of suona were looped, there was another drum.

The white paper is flying, with a hissing cry, I don't know how many emotions there are, and the voice is loud enough anyway.

Someone saw that the woman in the old dress appeared again.

The woman is back here.

The young man only knew that there was a woman shrouded in light veil, with a graceful figure, who actually came to attend the funeral of the master of the Wang family.

"It won't be the old man outside...... "A young man was ignorant, muttering on the side, and was swept in the back by an old man on the side with a stick.

"Go back to your knees!" The old man hunched over and scolded the young man.

He came to Wang Xilou with tears in his eyes, such an old man, it is a shame to shed tears.

"You're back."

Wang Xilou took his hand, and the corners of his face and mouth hooked under the light veil: "I remember you, how old was the iron baby at that time?" ”

"Seven out of seventy."

"How many years do you have to live?"

The old man cried, he didn't want to die yet.

Because he saw that this woman was not old at all, why would she not be old, he was a child at that time, and now he is an ancient rarity, but she is still her.

"How can you cry and cry, it's so big."

"Because today my brother is in the coffin, and he who has to cry has to cry." The old man lied.

Everyone is crying, because today is the funeral of the eldest master of the Wang family.

The white paper is drifting, and the suona is blowing deep and shallow.

She just came back to take a look and saw that these people were doing well.

In the evening, the Wang family left a table for her, and she sat there alone, ignoring the eyes of the people around her.

Ten years, a hundred years, the white clouds and dogs, the mortal people and the hustle and bustle, just let the dust return to dust, and the earth to the earth.

I;

Return to immortality.

She seems to have a passer-by, crying and laughing far away from her, and she doesn't know why she often comes back here to give her younger descendants some blessings.

When she returned, all the family members had died, and she could only find a few of her younger brothers' children and grandchildren.

She remembered that day when her younger brothers cried and asked themselves if her sister would come back after she got married, she said that she would come back naturally.

She didn't hate them.

It's just that now the children and grandchildren here don't know how many generations, they are slowly no longer respecting themselves as ancestors, they are jealous and coveting themselves.

There was a lot of noise around her, and she put down her chopsticks.

The dish is filled with a mystical incense.

That's it, and I won't come again.

The thread on her body seemed to be broken again, and her face was calmer again.

The emaciated woman came out of the royal compound;

The strange masked man crouched by the wall and when he saw her come out, he just turned his head to look at her.

"Where are we staying tonight?"