Half ring, close the pen. The man put the willow branch in an envelope along with the yellowed paper. The cold wind passed through the window, the lights and candles went out, and the hall was dark. I only heard him mutter: "I don't know how Lin'er is at home, I hope I can see him again." ”

The willow leaves fell all over the ground, thousands of willow trees were broken into a fleeting light and shadow disappeared, the scenery changed, the illusion ended, the man was still dressed in white, under the picturesque long eyebrows, his eyes were as black as ink, and he said to himself: "Lin'er, Wu'an, don't read it." ”

The formation had not disappeared yet, Zheng Xin tried to pinch the mantra and recite the spell, and found that her Gu worm had escaped the man's control and could be withdrawn at any time. Eager to take back the Gu worm, she immediately cast three spells in a row, but because her Gu worm often eats and sleeps enough on weekdays, and this time she consumes too much under the man's manipulation, so she is decisively tired, no matter how anxious Ren Zhengxin stomped her feet, she also lay upright on the ground and didn't move at all like hanging up.

Seeing Zheng Xin's miserable situation of being in a hurry to collect Gu worms, the man glanced at her lightly and said, "In this way, you know that you don't practice weekdays." ”

Zheng Xin blushed instantly, and said hesitantly: "Thank you seniors for your advice." ”

Gu Lingling next to him bowed slightly and asked, "Senior, how did you know that we are the descendants of the Zheng Clan's Gu Clan, and why were we able to enter your Seven Killing Soul Locking Array?" ”

The man replied lightly: "The blood is connected, and the way of heaven is destined." ”

Hearing what the man said, Zheng Xin couldn't help but wonder: "This friend and I have only known each other for a short time, what kind of bloodline, what kind of heavenly way?" ”

The man reached out and stroked the pine tree and gave an unexpected answer: "The Secret Method of the Evil Bell and Jade Linglong." ”

Zheng Xin and Gu Lingling were surprised at first, and then said in unison: "Please make it clear to your seniors." ”

The man said unhurriedly: "What the two little friends see now is the appearance of a wisp of green silk in the next life, and the Seven Killing Soul Locking Array can only be used once, and in the future, the two little friends will need to find the original "Evil Bell Secret Method" to solve all kinds of mysteries." ”

Seeing that Zheng Xin and Gu Lingling were going to ask again, the corners of the man's mouth rose slightly, revealing a shallow smile: "The hour has come, if you can see the book copied by Lin'er, bother to fold a willow branch for me and put it next to the book." ”

A burst of white smoke filled the air, the sunlight disappeared, and the weather outside the formation was still drizzling. Zheng Xin manually picked up the Gu worm, and her heart was extremely melancholy.

Gu Lingling glared at the Gu worm in Zheng Xin's hand, his eyes lit up: "It turns out that you can also use Gu arts, speaking of which, we are still peers." ”

Zheng Xin's eyes were full of the desire to change Gu worms: "Well, I learned the Zheng family's Gu technique, the seventeenth generation of the Zheng family. ”

"I am the eighteenth generation of the Gu family," Gu Lingling scratched his head and said, "By the way, just now you said, have you worshiped Master?" ”

Zheng Xin cupped her face, her eyes blinked at Gu Lingling, and she kept blinking: "Actually, it's my mother." ”

Gu Lingling laughed: "Huh? ”

Zheng Xin pressed her head with a faint pain: "That's why I can't learn......

The mountain roads are rugged, the sky is overcast, and the rain is falling. Walking up the stone steps paved with bluestone slabs, the Taoist temple is nestled among flowers and plants. Compared with the fantasy world, the glazed tiles on the top of the Taoist temple are much older, and from a distance, it looks like two golden dragons are playing in the rain.

The elegant and tranquil scenery is refreshing, the mountain breeze is blowing on the road, Gu Lingling retracted his gaze, breathed in the fresh and luscious air and said: "This ghost is so strange, I can guess your surname Gu at a glance, my surname is Zheng, and I don't know what it is." ”

The mountain stream is murmuring, just like when the man asked the old man when it flowed slowly, Zheng Xin: "Maybe it's just a coincidence, maybe it's already doomed." ”

Gu Lingling sighed: "Reasonable, probably he has been waiting for us for a long time......"

A pair of gray swallows with slightly wet feathers spread their wings and fly in the sky, inseparable. Occasionally, they happily fall to the ground, shake off the rolling water droplets on their bodies, or use their black beaks to carefully groom each other's wings, and their leisurely and complacent attitude is really enviable.

Zheng Xin looked at Gray Yan, remembered the young man in the illusion, and said: "The white-clothed senior said that the blood is connected, will it mean that he and the person named Lin'er in the illusion world?" ”

Gu Lingling frowned slightly: "I think things are not that simple. ”

Zheng Xin smiled and stretched her waist: "Forget it, anyway, I have often seen these things since I was a child, so I think it is an adventure in my travels!" ”

The pine and cypress are sensen, and the ancient trees are towering. Perhaps because there are graves in the pine forest, most of the people who play avoid this attraction, and when they step into the courtyard gate, except for the conductor, there are only two people in the entire Jieruin View, Zheng Xin and Gu Lingling. The courtyard walls are mottled, and they are densely packed with something at the moment.

Gu Lingling approached the stone wall and gently blew away the floating soil on it, revealing rows of names diluted by time: "There are a lot of words on it, it seems to be ...... It is the name of the fundraiser. ”

Zheng Xin looked up at the entire Taoist temple, and recalled the conversation between the young man and the man: "It seems that this Taoist temple has been burning incense since it was built, and it has only been lonely in modern times. ”

The hall is quiet, the futon prepared for tourists in the scenic area is new, and the three statues are lifelike. The layout in the hall is very different from that in the fantasy, the only thing that remains unchanged is the wooden bucket arch, which seems to be simple, but carries the weight of history.

Gu Lingling turned on his mobile phone to take pictures: "It's a pity that I couldn't see the archway in the fantasy world and the willow trees with their broken branches." ”

Zheng Xin took the willow branch that was broken off from nowhere, and said with emotion: "The pines and cypresses are still there, but now there are willows everywhere, just fold a willow branch, and grieve Lin'er's predecessors." ”

The fragrance of flowers and plants poured out, mixed with the moist air wafting in the courtyard, the candles on the table were replaced by kerosene lamps, the flames were extinguished in the wind, the pen holder inkstone was missing, and there were several yellowed scriptures and calligraphy on the side of the desk.

"In addition to fundraising, I heard that copying scriptures was also a way to accumulate merit in ancient times in order to seek protection," Zheng Xin looked at it, and suddenly let out a roar of surprise: "Ah, I found it!" ”

"Look!" After putting away the willow branches, Gu Lingling turned the scripture to the end, and saw that at the end it was written in handsome small letters: Liu Lin is Shen Jue's book.

When she came out of the Taoist temple, Zheng Xin suddenly remembered something, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "Wait, we are about the same age, why are you a generation more than me?" ”

Gu Lingling said: "It's a long story, the original seventeenth generation of the Gu family has a mental problem somehow, so I am temporarily decided by lottery to be the eighteenth generation." ”

Zheng Xin looked at the sky speechlessly: "Then she ...... Is it called Gu Qinglan? ”

Gu Lingling was surprised: "How do you know!" ”

"I had a relationship with her."

……

The formation at the bottom of the mountain completely failed, but the mound was hidden in the pine forest as it had been. The past is like smoke, the drizzle is falling on the stream, beside the willow tree, and the strokes are full of hope. Ignorant emotions are caught off guard, as fragile as ceramics. For the dead, time has long stood still, and they will eventually become a thing of the past; For those who are alive, time never stands still, and they will continue to move forward.

People always lament the impermanence of life, but in fact, impermanence is not true.