The gloomy sky was dripping with a light rain, dripping under the eaves of the green tiles, the tassels swaying gently with the breeze, and the clear bell emitting a pleasant and ethereal sound with the sound of the wind.

Raindrops drifted into the hollow carved windows, and the light blue sleeves covered the books on the desk, and the owner of the sleeves raised his head slightly to reveal a lazy white face, revealing a touch of helplessness in his worried eyes.

When the rain subsided, the white man brushed off his sleeves and shook off the rain splashed on his sleeves.

A blue blue jade bracelet flashed across his bandaged wrist, and his bandaged fingers slowly flipped the pages of the book, continuing to study the contents of the book, which had four characters printed on the cover.

The Complete Book of Officials.

"I finally survived from Sangyu Island, and I was arranged by my master to go to Nanhuangzhou, I didn't rush to catch ducks like this, I haven't been to Nanhuangzhou once."

The white man rubbed his eyebrows and sighed lightly.

The white man closed the book, looked at the drizzle outside the window through the flickering light on the table, his heart seemed to be covered with a layer of haze, and the afterglow was left on the bronze mirror on the table beside him.

The figure on the bronze mirror, with pale red hair, is particularly conspicuous.

"Master, if the apprentice continues to be destroyed like this by you, he will go crazy. Nowadays, in this world, others let their own disciples not be able to cultivate in the cave mansion to avoid disasters and misfortunes.

Why did you come the other way around? Although you will give me a lot of fun magic weapons and teach me a lot of interesting ways before you go down the mountain, I always feel that you are uneasy and kind, apprentice.

Last time, you helped me get a deputy prison officer, why did you change to a lieutenant this time? ”

The white man sighed heavily and looked at his unkempt pale red hair. If someone is here, they can also find that there is also a snake-shaped pale red vein in the depths of the black pupils in the white man's eyes.

The white man reached out and picked up three copper coins from the table, threw them casually, looked at the hazy hexagram and sighed, picked up an oil lamp on the table and left the room.

The oil lamp lingered in an icy glow, its blue wick flickering.

As the night deepened, the color of the wick became thicker and thicker, as if someone had smeared it with a brush, and the dark blue wick and the light became blue, and the white man's own face seemed to be dyed with blue paint.

The appearance of the oil lamp is more like a peerless and exquisite black lotus, and the petals slowly stretch.

The white man carried the oil lamp through the winding corridor, through the gentle and delicate light rain, watering the slightly green flower and plant courtyard.

He left his yard nonchalantly and went out into the street.

There was not much wind in the streets.

The moss-covered street slabs were a little wet, perhaps because of a hazy light rain in the sky, or perhaps a washerwoman who had accidentally splashed water on the ground by the riverbank under the stone bridge not far away.

The white man walked on the street with this oil lamp, and the light rain and the cool breeze made the white man yawn.

I don't know how long I walked, the white man stopped in front of a mansion, there was a pair of stone lions in front of the mansion, the left stone lion played with the hydrangea with his right front paw, and the right stone lion stroked the lion cub with his left front paw.

The white man looked up at the mansion.

The drizzle fell from the sky, the drizzle was slanting, the oil lamp in the white man's hand was swaying, and the rain was quietly dripping down the eaves, creating a circle of ripples on the ground.

"Is this it?"

The white man squinted his eyes and sighed lightly, stepped over the high steps, walked to the dark mahogany gate, and tapped on the beast ring.

A small head poked out from behind the dark mahogany door, looking at the white man and slightly startled, and then closed the door again. After a while, another servant in Tsing Yi walked out and opened the door, and respectfully led the white man into the mansion.

The entire cobblestone-paved road in the house was pitch black, and it was impossible to see anything except a little light under your feet and the sound of light breeze and drizzle on both sides.

Fortunately, when I walked through this road, I saw a winding corridor with a few lanterns hanging under the eaves, which brightened up this dark space.

"Childe, the road ahead is not easy." The Tsing Yi servant who led the way explained in a low voice.

The white man did not speak, his crane clothes fluttered lightly, and he continued to walk forward, and the servant in Tsing Yi quickened his pace and led the way.

After a while, the white man stopped in front of a courtyard, he raised his eyes to look at the white wall in front of him, covered with black tiles, the wall was built into undulating waves, and the red lacquer gate of the moon hole in the middle was hidden, and the black plaque on the door was written 'Xiangsongyuan' three quaint characters, and there was a faint sound of the piano coming from inside.

"Who told you to come here?"

The servant in Tsing Yi knocked lightly on the door, and a green-clothed maid leaned out of the door, her petite face was full of vigilance, and she asked the white man's face.

"The man invited by the master."

The servant in green replied in a low voice, as if he was very afraid of the green-clothed maid.

"Then come in."

The green-clothed maid Qiong's nose wrinkled slightly, glanced at the white man's face a few more times, and half-covered the door, her body slightly sideways, signaling that the white man could come in from outside the door.

I don't know when the oil lamp in the hand of the white man disappeared.

The white man's bandaged hands were placed behind him at will, and he slowly walked into the Xiangsong Garden, the rain silk as fine as silver quills had covered the world like a light veil, and a bend of green water flowed around the pavilion like a green Luo jade belt.

Next to the carved wooden fence of the wooden pavilion, there is a crystal curtain falling, and the veil is swaying.

Behind the curtain, someone wears a veil to caress the piano, between the ups and downs of the fingertips, the sound of the piano flows, virtual or real, changeable, like a quiet stream dripping spring clear and ethereal, and like the rolling river and sea.

The white man didn't intend to listen to this beautiful piano sound quietly, he stretched lazily and asked softly, "Do you come by yourself, or do I do it?" ”

"What did Childe say?"

The crystal curtain was raised, and the woman leaning in the pavilion held the willow waist graceful and graceful, delicate and delicate nose, not dotting red cherry lips, and her skin was like condensation.

"Didn't you knowingly ask?"

The white man raised his hand and held an oil-paper umbrella that came from behind him, the tip of the umbrella suddenly looked like a green snake, but it did not pose a trace of threat to the white man.

"The little woman doesn't know."

The woman in the pavilion covered her veil and smiled, her delicate posture was revealed, as if there were thousands of styles, but the white man felt a strong killing intent.

Zheng Zheng Zheng.

The sound of the piano is no longer pleasant, as if thousands of troops and horses, shaking the battlefield, the drizzle is the soldier, the breeze is the horse, and the general is the green-clothed maid behind the white man.

The white man's eyes lifted slightly, and the bandages wrapped around the white man's hands burst out, and the white man's burn-covered hands, hidden under the bandages, were exposed to the air.

The rain has not fallen and has become foggy.

The sound of breaking the air sounded in the ears of the white man, and the white man tilted his head slightly, and the manic flames rising in the palm of his hand had spread on the oil-paper umbrella, like a fire snake and a green snake entangled and fighting.

Then, seeing the rain and fog in the sky, the white man had already come to the pavilion, and the burned red palm pressed the guqin that the woman in the pavilion caressed.

A wisp of gray smoke rises.

"As a lieutenant who is about to take office, I have to help the Nanxi County Taishou who has just taken office to get rid of you, a little demon who is unlucky.

It's hard to disobey your boss's orders. ”

The white man sighed and said, the bandages flying around his body suddenly entangled the wisps of gray smoke that wanted to escape.

I saw that the wisp of gray smoke suddenly bloomed with a trace of red light, which made the bandage winding for a moment, but in the end, it was still tightly wrapped by the bandage.

"The little demon is easy to get rid of, but how should the military armor of a county be managed? Master, don't blame me for not keeping my duty like last time.

But what shall I do with my wound burned by the Winged Serpent? The Divine Emperor is just gone, but the Heavenly Emperor doesn't know where he is, and there is no god who can find a complaint. ”

The white man sighed helplessly and opened the corner of his crane robe, looking down at his body that was burned hideously and terrifyingly, and the bandages flying everywhere were wrapped around his body again.

The white man pulled the crane clothes on his body and sighed leisurely.

The vanished oil lamp resurfaced in his hand, and a trace of red light fell into the deep blue wick of the oil lamp, and the oil lamp emitted a faint blue light, and the color suddenly deepened.

His figure faded away in the hazy drizzle of rain.