[Your last stop is the core headquarters of the Ghost Slayer.] 】

[In the middle of the year, there was a lot of snow on the way.

In a red pavilion under the winter snow, you meet the person who led you into the ghost killing team again, the rock pillar of sorrow and sorrow. 】

[The snow is fluttering, dyeing the sky and the earth with silver light.

The bushes on the side of the road are from the heads, wearing a cool color.

The water on the edge of the pavilion is no longer crisp, and the condensed ice crystals hit the talc on the riverbed, making a rustling sound.

Light snow slid down, revealing the red of the pavilion's roof. 】

[The cold wind howls through the hall, and the biting cold is all blocked.

Because you have changed into the costume of the beginning of the year, the green clothes are warm and velvet, and the black and white scarf is wrapped around the neck again.

Count it down, and you and your family haven't seen each other for a year.

But the warmth brought to you in that winter day is still gently lit. 】

[The stone seat under the pavilion is slightly cool, and it is gradually warming up because of the arrival of people.

You chatted with Uncle Beimingyu and shared his harvest this year. 】

[Water, heat, wind, and thunder, after less than a year of study, have been mastered by you, and slowly improve.

You just have to wait for the tick of time to pass and the growth of bodily functions, and everything that has accumulated will be detonated! 】

[As for the breath of rock, which has been systematically studied from the beginning, it is needless to say that the breath of water, the type of zero, and the fog-free are the best proof. 】

[You thought that this trial was over, and asked Uncle Mingyu many times when you would be able to participate in the assessment of the ghost killing team. 】

[He laughed and shook his head, chanting loudly, and pulled out a bunch of "gifts" that you didn't expect.] 】

[A crystal clear cold porcelain plate, a stone ball polished to reflectiveness, and a few ancient books that exude the fragrance of ink. 】

["Ming Fei, there's a final trial here,"

The rock pillar sorrows the island and places the cold porcelain plate on top of your head and the stone ball on top of it.

Regardless of your dazed face, you subconsciously reached out to hold the porcelain plate, and Mingyu clasped her hands together,

"Amitabha, Ming Fei, in this trial, you can't use your hands, but you can't let the stone ball fall either."

Your face stiffens subconsciously, your hands loosen, and you turn your neck vigorously to maintain the balance between the porcelain plate and the stone ball.

Grunt——!

The ball runs over the porcelain plate and makes a sound, which is a different experience.

"Listen to the winter snow,"

Beimingyu pointed to the light white, and slowly brewed a cup of tea.

"Tasting tea,"

He bends down slightly and helps you spread out the book in front of you,

"Reciting ancient scriptures,"

Click——!

Grief Mingyu opened the chess box, pulled the fumbling room, and buckled the longitudinal line of the ravine engraved on the bluestone table,

"Play chess."

"The most important thing is that you have to really calm down and think about what you have gained during this year's journey."

Sadness Mingyu raised his head, revealing a smile of expectation,

"In addition to the sword type, I believe you have more to gain, and you need to think about it slowly."

"Of course, no matter what you do, the stone ball on your head can't fall off."

"Also, Miss Shinobi,"

Grief Mingyu opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the two of you. 】

[I saw Butterfly Ninja wearing a gorgeous new dress, bending over and lowering his eyes, helping the boy in front of him hold the rickety porcelain plate,

"I can't see it, but I can hear it and feel it."

"This is Ming Fei's trial, Miss Shinobi, you can't help him cheat."

"Miss Shinobu came to my side, I was somewhat inconvenient to play chess, and I had to bother you to help me settle down."

"Really!!"

Butterflies endure the heavens,

"What kind of trouble are you adults going to make?"

The sound of incomprehension and helplessness resounded through the mountains, startling the crows to fly. 】

【Ahem!】

Yaoyashiki, who was in the cemetery, turned around when he heard the sound,

"Is Ming Fei here?"

He turned his head and lowered his eyes, carefully wiped the tombstone in front of him, and said to himself,

"I'll finally be able to see it."

Sanyashiki Tianyin stepped forward and tightened her husband's collar,

"Yaozai, it's too windy, let's stop here today."

"If you get the cold, you won't be able to come here for days."

"What's more, you should also want to see Ming Fei earlier, right?"

"See what's wrong? Let's talk about it in a few days, I think, he should be busy these days because of Brother Beimingyu's trial. ”

Yaoya Shikiki responded, stepped to the next tombstone, reached out to wipe the room, and had no intention of going back.

The two little white-haired girls stood staggering in the snow, looking at each other's frozen red faces.

They winked at each other and didn't speak.

Father seemed to be smiling just now, right?

Who is that Ming Fei? 】

[The stone ball does not fall, even if you don't use your hands, it's very simple, just keep your neck and head still.]

The difficult thing is to do ordinary things on the premise of ensuring that the stone ball does not fall!

Raise your head and taste tea!

Raise a book and chant sutras!

Turn the page!

Click——!

The trembling hand pulled out the sunspot, trembling, and pressed the chessboard,

"Eight out of seven~!"

The butterfly ninja stretched out the voice to report the place where the child fell, and the purple eyes deflected, taking in the stiff and tense state of your neck.

Puff——!

"Hey! Little Shinobi! You're still laughing! There's no such thing as you! ”

You widen your eyes, look at the girl who covers her mouth and gloats, and complains,

Gollum! Click!

With the sound of stones circling and finally landing.

"Amitabha, fail! Let's start all over again, Mingfei. ”

Beimingyu smiled and fumbled again to make a full cup of tea.

"It looks like you're going to have a lot of time to get used to."

"Ah——! It's hard to die! Uncle Grief Mingyu! ”】

[Winter snow red pavilion, wind blowing shrubs, ice stream sounds.

Drink a few teas,

Recite a chapter of the Sutra,

After playing a game of chess,

The cool porcelain stone ball sounded, and the black and white chess pieces collided.

In this strange trial, you have to take time to think about the fruits that were planted in spring, summer, autumn and winter, waiting to be harvested. 】

【Click——! Click——! Click——!

As the stone balls continue to fall, the tea mist is swirling, and the white mist dissipates, leaving insignificant drops of tea roots.

Click——! Click——!

"It's a good way, it's very ......."

"One life is two, two is three, three is ........"

Unknown scriptures blurted out from white teeth.

Click——!

Between the pages of the chess game,

"Seven out of ten!"

"Two of nine!"

Black and white collide.

You don't know tea, you don't know the scriptures, you don't know chess.

Grunt! Grunt!

But the stone ball ran over the top of the head through the porcelain plate.

The sound was crisp, and the cold snow brushed against his cheeks, and the sound and temperature could be felt.

So slowly,

You think of them one by one! 】

[The fog of the Narrow Fog Mountain,

The bad laugh of the jumping second, there will always be one less wooden bowl.

Their gentle eyes, as well as the waterfall and the fish swimming at the bottom of the pool, are very quiet. 】

[The courtyard of the purgatory,

The warm big hands, the sound of waving the sword, the coquettish child, the girl jumping on the feet, the blooming fireworks, the heart is burning! 】

[There is a wind howling in the canyon,

Sonorous sparks splashed, fists to the flesh, pink eyes sparkled - her enlightenment, fragrant Hagi cake - the gift he gave. 】

[Autumn rain thunders,

The sunset, the tears wiped away by his hands—the boy who always wanted to marry no longer seemed to be so evasive, and he was called a so-called senior brother.

The galaxy was full, and the scent of wisteria flowers—it was the way she was going, and he let go of his hand.

The power of fiction nature, the fear of reality.

Within reach, dig out the black coffin, and let the courage grow faster than thunder and lightning! 】

【Red Pavilion White Snow,

The sound of winter snow and flowing water is very small.

The tea is sweet, the ink is fragrant, and the chess pieces are a little cold.

Grunt!

Grunt!

The stone ball ran over the porcelain plate, and slowly stopped falling,

therefore

There is a heart that sinks, more and more quiet!

The pictures of memories are getting clearer and clearer!

Gently perceived, with thought, profound! Profound! 】

.........

[Breath and Bond: Black and White Chess Pieces Flying in the Snow·?? The finale begins! 】

.......

Click!

Yaoya Yaoya gently dropped,

"Six of nine!"

Yanzhu Beimingyu frowned and pursed his lips, constantly rubbing the Buddha beads in his hand.

After a long silence, he said aloud:

"Seven of nine!"

The butterfly blinked, picked up a white piece, and landed on the chessboard, blurring a touch of coldness on her fingertips.

Click——!

Yaoya unfolded the paper fan, and her misty eyes reflected in black and white.

The hidden thoughts finally turned into a sigh,

"I lost, Brother Grief Mingyu."

"Amitabha, concede."

Grief Mingyu clasped his hands together, and his pure white eyes slowly opened as Yaoya fell to the corner of the small pavilion.

There, a few cups of drunk celadon tea were empty, leaving the fragrance of tea.

The boy leaned against the wooden beam and fell asleep.

The snow fluttered, dyeing the shoulders of the transparent non-sensible, and dyeing the black of the black and white scarf around the neck with mottled white spots.

Grunt——!

The stone ball on the porcelain plate shook slightly, with the boy's head shaking little by little.

窸窸簌——!

The scriptures in his hand slipped and smashed on his clothes, and the spine of the book hit the floor, and there were dots of snow.

"Hmm!"

Shi Xiangfei slowly opened his eyes and muttered to himself,

"Really...... I had a bizarre dream. ”

High-rise buildings, mansions, stoves with smoke and fire in the room, it was a peaceful time, he was in a peaceful place.

The object called the car flies the electric switch, and the thing called the mobile phone transmits sound for thousands of miles.

The lights, the neon, the laughing and chasing children by the river bridge are carefree, like they can do anything.

Stars, floor-to-ceiling windows, there are children who have grown up for a long time to raise a glass to the moon, and then they only do what they can, so they can do anything.

The secret rooftop base, the change of the color of the creeper, green buds, emerald green, withered yellow, white winter, that is his secret four seasons.

There is only one person, who often does not speak or talks to himself, a bit like righteousness.

Touching the keyboard and galloping through the game, he also reflected the same color as Xingjulang in his eyes.

Many times, there will always be something that wants to resist, and the eyes that want to swing a fist do you have the same look as Shimi?

Hiding in the corner of the class, eating the free snacks I got from the little goddess, listening to the bustling noise of the others, and not really wanting to participate, that dejected look may be like Shanyi.

There is no forbearance, there is no Chanae, there are not many, many people, the lonely him.......

It seems to be called .........

"It seems to be called Lu Mingfei, right?"

Ming Fei muttered to himself, looking at the flying books with his eyes down, and was in a trance.

The sun shines on a line of dark words,

"Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou."

Ming Fei blinked,

"Which is true? Which is false? ”

Or is it all true?

Besides, it's all fake?

"Moses Moses?" Butterfly Shinobu stood on one side, reached out to his mouth, tilted his head and smiled, "Good morning, big fool, are you sleeping?" ”

Not at all!

"Awake? Ming Fei? ”

Yaoya beckoned, and took the lead in dropping a son,

"How about the next one with me?"

Brother Yaoya? When did it come?

Gollum——!

Gollum——!

"Okay, Brother Yaoya."

Ming Fei nodded casually, and when the porcelain plate swayed, the stone ball circled up and down, but it never fell.

This is his progress in recent days!

Sit down and tap your pump.

Click——!

Ming Fei's eyes were very bright, and he forcibly suppressed the faint uneasiness in his heart.

Whether it is Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou or Zhuang Zhou Dream Butterfly, it doesn't matter.

Click! Click!

The winter snow flutters, and the black and white chess pieces fall together.

Because now, it's good!

In the future, he believes that it will continue to be good!

No matter what the situation, no matter what the era!

Everything will be fine!

Ming Fei! Don't think about it! Don't think about it!!

Even though they may part, the eyebrows and eyes of the meeting will eventually bloom with a smile on the face of reunion!

Click——!

Yaoya Yaoya fell gently, and the soft voice soothed the inexplicable waves in the boy's heart,

"Ming Fei, how long have you been here?"

Click——!

"It's been almost three months." Ming Fei shook the white son and gently dropped it.

Click——!

"Don't ask when you can take the Ghost Slayer assessment?"

Click——!

"Well, Brother Yaoya, I've asked many times, and I don't plan to ask again in the future."

Don't ask anymore?

Crackling——!

Yaoyashiki's hand gently stirred in the chess box, and then fell heavily!

"Do you want to share and share, what you have gained from this journey. You just seem to have had a long dream. I guess you're probably thinking about it, right? ”

Click~~!

"Brother Yaoya, what do you want to know?" Ming Fei stared at the somewhat anxious chess game, and made a cautious move, stirring up an ethereal sound.

Click——!

"Either way, depending on what you want to say. I will listen to whatever you say. ”

Click——!

Suck ——!

A cloud of cold air entered his stomach, and Ming Fei slowly closed his eyes, and then opened them gently.

The stone ball on his head is still very stable.

"In this test of knowing myself, I have gained a lot."

When the prologue of perception opens, it doesn't matter what the audience's reaction is.

The words from the heart, accompanied by the soft sound of the falling chess pieces, echoed in this winter day.

"Breath of water, be still!"

"In the beginning, the slow progress made me feel like hell, and I couldn't sleep all night, but it didn't help."

"It was the hustle and bustle in the waterfall and the silence under the pool that saved me, the gravel cleaned together, the blisters on the foot board, and the gifts created together, which I still remember!"

"Three months! In the trial of the breath of water, it took me almost three months! ”

Ming Fei's gaze, the crystal white son that fell on his fingertips,

"But it's worth it! Because in this trial, it took me three months to realize the anxiety that had been born out of uneasiness for the past five years, and I began to attack it! ”

"I'm starting to admit my inadequacy."

Tearing off your fig leaf is the first step towards growth!