The hole is not large, and a person can barely climb into it, and inside is the dark room that he asked Liao Changzhong to arrange.

Such a secret entrance, if you don't know it in advance, you will never be able to find it.

It is very safe, even if the revenge seekers burn the inside and outside of the Wei Mansion, they can't get in the way.

In addition, digging into the side of the well wall in the well, it is a master of tracking on the ground, and don't want to see the flaw, because there is no at all!

He has this self-confidence, except for Liao Changzhong, there will be no second person in heaven and earth who can find him!

Wei Xian entered the dark room, pressed his chest, his fiercely beating heart eased, and the fear of running for his life disappeared.

Trembling, he took a fire fold from the shelf next to the entrance and lit the candlestick.

The most urgent thing at the moment is to change into dry clothes, otherwise it will hurt the wind and cold, where will I decoct the medicine for a while?

Fortunately, he had already prepared, and in addition to the fire folds, there were also clean washing cloths and a stack of clothes on the shelf.

He took off his clothes, dried himself with a cloth, put on a thick winter coat, and then took the candle and walked inside, and he arranged for someone to put a vat of spirits in it, intending to drink two sips to warm himself up.

After taking two steps, the candlelight moved in, and he suddenly froze.

A woman in white knelt inside, like a stone statue, staring at him with cold eyes.

Seeing this suddenly, Wei Xian's heart seemed to stop.

He knew this woman because he had been assassinated by her before, and at that time, Xu Qing, Xie Ding, and Xia Yunxian helped him design and seriously injured each other.

She is a Jianghu person, even if she has been widowed in the Liu Mansion for three years, she can't change this fact.

That night, Wei Xian watched her being injured and fleeing, not taking this woman to heart at all.

Now she is staring at her eyes, in this dark room that will never happen. Wei Xian couldn't help but think in his heart: This is Yan's return......

He didn't have time to speak, but he felt a light on his hand, and the top half of the candlestick fell to the ground, and the flame was extinguished in the process of falling. In the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, he heard the sound of flowing water, which was light and thin, but clearly layered, and clearly visible.

Raising his hand, he touched his neck, and felt a sticky stream of fluid.

If it were a good player in the rivers and lakes here, he would definitely be able to see the soft sword that Jiang Shouhua pulled out from his waist, and a sword light was wiped out.

But he has no internal strength, and his eyesight is like that of an ordinary middle-aged person, with a slight decline, and he can't see anything in the already dim place. The change was so unprepared that he thought about it before he understood.

There are obviously two people here, and one is seeking revenge, the other is fleeing for his life, it should have been a fierce quarrel, extremely vicious, but the silence makes people panic, such silence makes him want to say something, whether it is begging for mercy or chatting...... But he opened his mouth and didn't make a sound.

For Jiang Shouhua, it seems that it is enough for him to die quietly like this.

You don't need to struggle and beg for mercy, you don't need to scream in embarrassment, and you don't need to perform any horror and pain between life and death.

All you need is to die quietly.

After Jiang Shouhua inserted the soft sword "Yan Returns" back into his waist, Wei Xian couldn't stand anymore, he lay on the ground.

Jiang Shouhua lit the fire, and the light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and the surroundings became hazy and gloomy.

When the light exceeds the sum of the darkness, it will make people feel warm, safe, and beautiful, and when the light is surrounded by darkness, it will appear weak in the surrounding darkness, and those who are in it will feel lonely, depressed, and afraid.

She took a few steps forward, the hand holding the fire fold slowly drooped, and as the light approached the ground and extended outward, she bent over her hips, her knees together, her snow-white feet together, the firelight approached, and in front of the shiny nails—a face of Wei Xian appeared, pale, dazed, gray, and stiff.

In the light, he seemed to have been fished out of the dark and boundless lake, and he had no breath.

Jiang Shouhua looked at it for a while, straightened up, and the clogs stepped over Wei Xian's corpse one after another.

She found two candles from the shelf, turned and stepped over Wei Xian again, and approached a table behind her. Slowly tilt the two candles, drip the wax onto the tabletop, and place the candles on top.

The light extended back, and on the table behind the candle, the tablets of the people of the Liu Mansion were placed in turn.

It was only at this moment that she showed a hint of expression—neither joy nor sorrow.

She had never felt like a runaway child, at a loss for what to do—people said she couldn't make up her mind about where to go, she couldn't even make up her mind.

She knelt at the table and waited for the red candle to burn out, and then sighed softly in the darkness that had come back to the top.

Put the tablets into the cloth bag, and then pull out the Yan to return, the internal force is distributed to the sword, and suddenly straightens up like an ordinary long sword, she slashes to the ground, just cutting Wei Xian's neck, grabbing the scattered hair, and lifting his head in his hand.

Pushing open the dark room mechanism, she was about to fly out, when she suddenly chanted "My Buddha is compassionate". Go back and grab Wei Xian's body, and with a little internal force, it is not difficult to take it away. Jumped into the well, stepped on the wall, and flew out of the old well with the help of a turnover.

In the courtyard, Ye Yunsheng staggered back, looking as if he was drunk...... The corpses of Xie Ding and Old Ghost Lin are all on the ground, except for the corpses in one place, and Ye Yunsheng who doesn't know what to do, there is no other figure here.

Before, she was chasing Wei Xian, Ye Yunsheng was still fighting with Xie Ding and Lin Laogui, but now she saw that Ye Yunsheng had already won, and a smile appeared on her face.

But instead of going up to meet him, she made a light move, and crossed the big house in the main hall to the front yard.

threw the "Wei Xian" in his two hands into a coffin, and Wei Xian's head and body happened to be together.

She pursed her lips and jumped out of the Wei Mansion.

All the way, without touching the ground, he came to Liu's Mansion high and high.

She is like a flying swallow returning home, falling into the highest attic of Liu's Mansion - the former imperial history Liu Wencong Liu loves to stand on this attic and look at Chang'an City......

Jiang Shouhua touched the railing outside the attic, her eyes were sad, although she couldn't understand Liu Wencong's deep attachment and sincere care for this dilapidated but ambitious Chang'an City.

But when she returned home, it was like a farewell in the real sense - Liu's mansion was sealed, and the people of the Liu family, except for her, Erlang's widow, all went to Huangquan.

She came to a lonely small courtyard in the northernmost part of Liu's mansion, where she lived for three years, kept widowhood for three years, three springs, summers, autumns and winters, worshiped the Buddha every day, ate fasting, and meditated without desire.

When she didn't know what to do with her life, she came back here.

Thinking very simply, he continued to live in the courtyard, looking at the plum blossoms in the courtyard, the flowers blooming, reciting the Heart Sutra to Guanyin Bodhisattva, indifferent to worldly desires, and simply lived the rest of his life......

She walked into the small courtyard, and with only one glance, her face suddenly showed a look of shock and disbelief.

Room. collapsed.

Plum Blossom Tree. Only one stump remained.

It turned out that she was hiding in Ye Yunsheng's cellar, Xu Qingjiu and others couldn't find her, knowing that she had lived in this small courtyard, and worried that there was a secret room inside, so she asked someone to push the house, dig the yard, and even cut down the plum blossom tree......

The surprise on her face faded and gradually turned to sadness, confusion, and helplessness.

I don't know when, my face felt cold and slightly wet.

When I looked up, it turned out that there was a light snow, the snow was small and dense, and after a while, the snow was flying all over the sky, and it was difficult to see far away.

Outside, there was the sound of crackling firecrackers in the street.

The wife of the neighborhood, Qin Lang, sings new words, Qingxue, and wishes Chinese New Year's Eve.

She walked slowly through the snow and buried all the tablets in the cloth bag on the edge of the stump of the plum tree.

The soil was rotten and there were potholes everywhere, but it was convenient for her, so she put it in the pit and swept it away, and returned the Liu family to it.

took a look at the small courtyard again, and sang Xiao Yan's masterpiece with the sound of the piano that was obviously cheerful in his heart.

Huanxi Sand

A new song and a glass of wine, last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set?

Helplessly, the flowers fell, the familiar swallow returned, and the small garden incense path wandered alone.