In February, the spring is warm, just after the nineteenth birthday of Phantom Wu, the plane flowers in the valley will bloom, clusters of red like sparks, and the whole valley seems to be really ignited by the fire, and the warmth is melting.

Phantom Wu sat on the swing under the tree, not so much swinging as in a daze.

Spring sleepiness is powerless and boring.

Qingyi couldn't see her lazy appearance, but she hid for a while by being injured and lazy, Qingyi adhered to the concept of governing the valley without being able to sit and eat the mountains and empty mountains, and waited for the letter of dreaming outside the valley all day long.

In the courtyard, only Changjue swept the floor on the side, since that distress, Changjue fell asleep for three days before waking up, and he couldn't move when he woke up, and he lay on the bed for two days before he could get off the ground. Although he suffered a lot of crimes, but the harvest was not small, and he never felt the changes he could feel, that is, his hearing, eyesight, and physical strength improved more than a little bit, and those obscure mental formulas that were difficult to understand before suddenly became simpler when he looked at them again. In Lin Qiyi's words, it is a rebirth, and this change is like opening a plug-in. Coupled with Changjue's hard practice as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, Lin Qiyi had to try all kinds of ways to toss him, and in the past two months, he has tossed him to a solid circle.

When he wasn't practicing, Chang was by no means helping Ge Sheng, but chopping wood and carrying water here in Huanwu, Qingyi saw that he was a good laborer, so he simply threw the broom to him and went to the front yard to receive letters.

The sound of sweeping the floor sounded softly in the courtyard, and Phantom Wu leaned on the swing rope, constantly rubbing the jade flute in his hand. This white jade flute was Hui Ming's birthday gift to Phantom Wu a little later, but Hui Ming himself did not return. This is the first time that Hui Ming has not celebrated her birthday with Phantom, and she is a little lost.

What a broken flute, I don't know how to play the flute. Although Phantom Wu said so in his heart, he still had to play the flute for a while every day. This jade flute is white all over, one end is flat, the other end is oblique, but there are some faint cracks on the surface. Ge Sheng said that this flute should be the bones of some animal, and the bones have been jaded over time.

Phantom Wu raised the flute above his head, and the fine light penetrated through the gaps, like a golden thread mottled with time. "Broken bones. Phantom Wu sighed in a low voice, his fingers brushing the turquoise silk tied to the tail of the flute, which was the color that Master loved, presumably by his own hand. Thinking of this, the smile crept up his cheeks again, and the phantom was aimed at the finger holes, and blew shallowly. Although it is a beginner, it is also decent, Xu listened to Huiming Fuqin correctly when she was a child, and she mastered the rhythm of Phantom Wu well, and a few random notes can also make her play a tune with a unique charm.

Chang Jue looked up at her, and above his head were the blooming kapok, and the tall canopy of the trees leaked a few golden rays of light, casting mottled shadows. Occasionally, a slight breeze can play a light sound between the flowers and leaves, as if it is echoing the phantom flute sound.

Chang Jue lightened the movements of his subordinates, fearing that the sound of the broom would disturb this rare scene. The flute girl sat on the swing, her body swaying gently to the tune, and a few strands of sideburns were ruffled by the breeze, and they roamed mischievously between her foreheads, as if on his heart. He suddenly wanted to step forward and help her straighten her hair. I don't know if it's reason or I don't want to disturb this situation, Chang Jue pinched the broom in his hand and endured the turmoil in his heart.

Don't step forward, don't disturb her, just watch her from a distance, even if it's for the rest of your life, just look at her like this.

Chang smiled unconsciously, as if he had thought of the time to come. He is not an easy person to feel, but at this moment, he really feels a feeling of "the piano is in the palace, and it is good to be quiet".

Before the wind, I want to persuade Chunguang to live. I only hate the spring and can't stay.

The end of the song. I saw a kapok slowly falling, and it landed on Changjue's shoulder with a "snap".

Before the long end of the brush, a hand has been stretched over: "Looking at the beauty of the future, the wind is singing," Phantom Wu smiled and sighed, "This flower is just about to bloom, so it rushed towards you, don't you regard you as a gentle and affectionate young master?"

"Ah Wu. Chang Jue was helpless, and tilted his head slightly to dodge.

"Don't be shy, you have to understand its friendship with you. Although she was helpless, she still let her put the hairpin on her head.

Phantom Wu said proudly: "It's so good-looking," the two looked at each other, and Phantom Wu reached out to stroke Changjue's face, "Xiao Jue is really a beauty." ”

"Miss, there is a guest!" Qingyi's voice came from outside the Hanging Flower Gate.

"It's coming!" Phantom Wu finished teasing people, and ran away regardless of the long time that was still in a daze. Only Chang Jue was left alone in the courtyard in a daze, and I don't know how long it took, until the sound of the drum-like heartbeat gradually subsided, and Chang Jue reached out and touched his slightly hot cheek. He plucked the flowers on his sideburns, and the fiery red flowers bloomed in the palm of his hand, and he thought about it and put the flowers into his sleeve.

"Who's coming?" On the way to the front yard, Phantom Wu asked Qingyi about who came.

"The letter said that it was a disciple of Qiufeng Hall, and he came to ask for a dream for their family master. Qingyi said as he walked, holding the letter in one hand and shaking it.

"Autumn Wind Hall, who specializes in fighting autumn winds?" asked Phantom Wu very seriously.

Qingyi glanced at her: "You don't care what he does, people paid the deposit." With that, he took out a wad of silver tickets and shook it.

"Okay, you, if you don't know the details, you will take it, and you will lose the festival for the sake of money!"

"Qiufeng Hall is a sect of rivers and lakes, the family is big, the hall owner Xu Yingqiu, a famous person who is stupid and easy to make money, you are a fool who doesn't know anything. Qingyi didn't bother to whiten her.

"People are stupid and easy to make money? It turned out to be a sect that was beaten by others...... Hey, don't hit me on the head!"

"Master Dream Doctor!" Phantom Wu entered the door, and saw a man in green clothes standing in the hall, and without waiting for Qingyi's introduction, he rushed forward excitedly to salute.

Phantom Wu rubbed his head that had just been knocked by the irritable Qingyi, and when he saw an enlarged face in front of him, he was stunned and took a step back, before he said, "No need to be polite." After speaking, he carefully bypassed the little brother whose head was full of excitement, walked to the Lord's seat, stretched out his hand and saluted, "Please take a seat." ”

As soon as Phantom Wu's words fell, he saw the man in Tsing Yi fall to the ground: "Ask Master Dream Doctor to save my hall master!" This voice made both Phantom Wu tremble.

As soon as Chang Jue came in, he saw the man kneeling on the ground, his steps stagnant, and he just wanted to ask what was going on, but he saw that the phantom expression was more confused than him.

"It's easy to say...... Dare to ask your hall master what the specific situation is?" Phantom Wu looked at the man in surprise and decided to go straight to the point.

After hearing this, the man took out a letter from his front placket and handed it to Phantom: "This is the handwriting of our head of the house, and it explains the specific situation." ”

Phantom Wu motioned to Chang Jue to help the person up and sit down, and took the letter to read.

When Huanwu raised her head after reading the letter, she saw the little girl in Tsing Yi looking at her with hopeful eyes: "Since the death of our lady, our hall master has not thought about tea and food, and is getting thinner and thinner, and we are all worried, so the deputy hall master persuaded the hall master to come to the dream doctor and want to change the memories related to the lady......"

"I see. Phantom Wu nodded, and Qing Yi on the side pointed to the silver ticket in her hand.

Phantom Wu raised his forehead: "I took this list." "If you don't take it, you can't do it, the money has been collected, and I want to take out the money from Qingyi's hands...... Don't even think about it!

"Thank you, Master Dream Doctor, I'll go back and tell the hall master!" The little girl in Tsing Yi saluted to the phantom and ran out of the valley happily.

"Alas, no cup of tea...... Again...... Let's go, ......" Before the phantom finished speaking, the person ran away without a trace.

Qingyi shook his head, and said to Phantom Wu: "You also pack up, and you will go out of the valley tomorrow." ”

"Tomorrow?!" Phantom glared.

"You see that people are in such a hurry, you can't be in a hurry. By the way, you will never go with you. "Let's just look at Changjue.

"You're not going with me?" Phantom Wu was dissatisfied.

"Qiufeng Hall is not far away, why are so many people accompanying you, there is no one person who can be a thug and drive a car, and one person is the top one. What's more, there are so many things in the valley, you hurry up and get the rest of the consultation fee back, and I still have to pay. Qingyi turned and walked out.

"What did you buy again?" exclaimed.

"You haven't paid off the money for your birthday banquet yet!" Qingyi turned his head and glared at Phantom Wu, and then Shi Shiran walked out.

This glare, and when Qingyi walked away, he said: "It's still anxious about what people are anxious about, money is really a major event in life." ”

Chang Jue shook his head and smiled helplessly: "I'll go pack up the carriage." ”

At the end of February, early spring was still cold.

Phantom Wu was half-dragged and half-dragged by Qingyi out of the warm Dream Valley, and drove a small carriage with Changjue to Qiufeng Hall in Qiuchang Town.

The phantom who was wrapped in a small quilt in the carriage was counting the coils given by Qingyi little by little, and from time to time there were dissatisfied complaints in the carriage: "Qingyi, this stingy ghost, don't give more when you go far away!"

Chang Jue, who was driving the carriage, couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips when he heard this. When I think of it, I've always laughed lately, but my face is grim, and I just catch the car.