I looked at the mural next to me, and I saw a big river in the picture, the river was very wide, and the water seemed to be gentle.

A lonely boat floats on the river, and a woman is faintly revealed, with a slender figure, and she seems to be able to see her charming demeanor through the mural. There is also a large sandbar on the surface of the river, where many waterfowl are roosting, as if they are playing.

On the bank of the river, there is still the same white figure, riding on a tall white horse, with a long sword hanging from his waist, looking extraordinary.

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Jagged wattles, left and right flowing. My Fair Lady, I covet it.

I can't ask for it, but I can't think about it. Leisurely, tossing and turning.

Jagged wattles, picked left and right. My Fair Lady, Friends of the Piano.

Jagged wattle, left and right. My Fair Lady, bells and drums. ”

There was a burst of ethereal singing in my ears, and there was a poignant beauty in the voice, as if it was telling me something.

I set my eyes on the third mural, and the style of painting suddenly changed, no longer the wind and snow, no longer the love of children, but instead of a solemn and murderous atmosphere!

I saw that the mural revealed the hellish battlefield of Shura, and countless soldiers surrounded a white figure, which rode on a high-headed white horse, holding a sharp sword, killing all directions, and the soldiers who killed showed fear. It's just that the white figure is obviously seriously injured, and on closer inspection, the white figure is dotted with a lot of red spots, which should mean that the person is injured and bleeding.

"Beat the drum and use the soldiers. The city of the earth is Cao, and I travel south alone.

From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song. I don't want to go, I'm worried.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? What do you want? Under the forest.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Yu is broad, not I live. Yu Xun Xi, I don't believe it. ”

The song sounded in his ears again, but it was no longer ethereal, but hoarse, revealing a deep sadness.

After singing the song, there was a sigh in my ears, which made people feel a sense of compassion and couldn't extricate themselves.

Immediately after that, I turned my attention to the last mural, which should be the stone gate that I just entered, and I don't know why it became a mural at this time.

A huge peach tree appears in the picture, the peach tree is blooming brightly, and countless pink peach blossoms are clustered, like a sea of flowers.

Under the big peach tree, there is a large group of people.

There is a girl in a pink wedding dress, surrounded by people who are sending relatives, and the figure should be the woman in the first two murals.

There was also a group of soldiers on the opposite side, obviously just coming down from the battlefield, one by one they had lost their armor, missing arms and legs, and looked very miserable.

In that group of soldiers, there was a big white horse that was very eye-catching. I recognized it at once, it was the white horse in the first three murals, but the young military general in white who had been riding on horseback turned into lying on his stomach, lying on horseback, and died......

The gentle and tactful girl's voice sounded in her ears again, like a wet rain, crossing her ears and dipping into her heart:

The peach is dying, scorching its glory.

The son is home, and it is appropriate for him to live in his room.

The peach is dying, and there is a fact.

The son is home, and his family room is appropriate.

The peach is dying, and its leaves are hazelnut.

The son is home, and it is suitable for his family.

The singing is beautiful and beautiful, like a heavenly sound, and it can't help but make people drunk, or the song "Taoyao".

As the song fell, on the big peach tree next to the golden coffin, the pink and gorgeous peach blossoms fell down, like a rain of falling flowers, and the beauty made people cry......

I realized in a trance that this is a poignant love story!

The owner of the tomb was a military general before his death, dressed in white and on a white horse, showing his grace. He fell in love with a young girl, and left the shadow of their love in the reeds, on the river, and under the peach tree. But when a war struck, the owner of the tomb had to kill on the battlefield, and he was surrounded by enemy troops, fighting to the death, and killing the enemy in fear. I can't guess whether the battle was won or lost, but it doesn't matter if it is won or lost, because the owner of the tomb is dead!

He may have made a promise before he went out to marry a girl in pink when the war was over. The girl in pink may also be looking forward to it every day, but what she is waiting for is the cold corpse of her husband!

The girl in pink did not hesitate, she dressed up and resolutely married, even if it was just a cold corpse with her!

This is the end of the mural, and what happened next is not recorded.

However, I think I can guess that the girl in pink must have committed suicide and was buried next to her husband.

I couldn't stop crying, crying so much.

"You...... Are you crying over the mural? ”

A trembling voice came into my ears, ethereal and tactful, I knew that she was the girl who sang, and it should be the peach tree demon.

I wiped my tears from my eyes, nodded vigorously, and followed the voice.

The pink-clothed girl, who flashed out of the big peach tree, stood beside the golden coffin. As soon as he raised his hand, the heavy coffin opened layer by layer, revealing a white figure.

I was taken aback, how could it be?

Although I don't know which dynasty or generation this general belongs to, no matter what time it was, his body shouldn't have been preserved so completely!

I saw that the white-clothed general, as lifelike as before, if it weren't for the fact that he was completely angry, I suspected that he was just sleeping.

Why is this happening?

"Surprised? Hehe, it's all thanks to the peach tree demon in front of her, she has used the ghost qi on those ghosts to nourish this corpse for so many years, as well as herself, I'm not wrong, right? Mrs. General! ”

The young Taoist priest patted me on the shoulder, and the words almost startled my jaw.

"Sure enough, I can't hide the Taoist ...... eyes"

The girl in pink smiled bitterly a few times, said this, and then spoke again.

It turned out that she did commit suicide that year and was buried with the white-clothed general.

But for some reason, her soul did not leave here, but continued to wander in this tomb. His husband's dead soul was not here, leaving only a corpse, but it was not decomposed.

Suddenly, one day, a peach tree grew in this tomb, she liked to sit on the tree when she had nothing to do, looking at her husband, and over time, she became one with the peach tree, and she couldn't tell whether she was a dead soul or a peach tree demon, maybe both!

Slowly, his husband's corpse began to decay, and she used the power of the peach tree demon to keep his corpse intact, and later, she couldn't hold it anymore.

She began to look for a way, and began to use the power of the ghosts and ghosts in the surrounding graveyards to keep her husband's body intact, just to stay with her for a while longer.

She knew that if it went on like this, it would not be a long-term solution, and she also knew that one day, someone would come to the door and stop her, and she couldn't control it so much, she could last one day at a time, until I don't know how long later, we appeared.