Ouyang Ziyun didn't stop, and walked straight there, Wang Dashi had no choice but to follow.

Ouyang Ziyun walked quickly, was in a good mood, and naturally did not stop talking: "Brother Dahan, you are making rapid progress, you said such a long string of words just now, but there is no stammering, hehe......"

Wang Dashi was very happy to be praised by this: "Really, I will definitely not stutter again next time!"

Ouyang Ziyun didn't believe it: "Hehe, then what will you say if you stutter next time you speak?"

Wang Dashi said: "If you stutter again next time you speak, wait until it rains, you can brush my head with a brush handle, brush it three times in a row, and I will never stutter again!"

"Huh?" Ouyang Ziyun was inexplicably wonderful: "This, why is this, why do you brush your head with a brush, why don't you use a big stick to hit your head, so that you have more memory!"

Wang Dashi said: "This is a folk custom, according to the folk saying, brush your hair with a brush, that is, brush smooth, straighten the meaning, you see, stammering and speaking is not smooth, use the brush to brush it to straighten out, and it will not stutter!"

Ouyang Ziyun laughed and said: "You said that there are so many folk customs, some are very unique, and some are particularly effective, after all, there are some untrue, I don't believe it, this brush handle will not stutter when you brush it on the head?

Wang Dashi laughed, Ouyang Ziyun pushed him violently, and laughed.

The two of them were talking and arguing, and they had already walked a long way. Wang Dashi didn't want to take Ouyang Ziyun to that place, he wanted to grind until dawn, and when the moon disappeared, it would no longer be beautiful and attractive, and Ouyang Ziyun probably wouldn't go. He deliberately slowed down, but Ouyang Ziyun was a meteor in his stride.

Wang Dashi said that no matter what, Ouyang Ziyun was still making a fuss about going.

To get there, you have to pass through Poziling, which is a place of feng shui, and the graves are piled up one after another, like coarse gray steamed buns in a steaming drawer. After all, she was a delicate woman, and Wang Dashi was afraid of scaring her, so he didn't tell the empty grave and the theft of gold teeth that he encountered in Poziling.

"Sister Ziyun, I will accompany you wherever you go, but not there!" Wang Dashi said earnestly, for him, several experiences proved that there are ghosts in this world, and he still didn't want Ouyang Ziyun to go to that place.

Ouyang Ziyun pursed his small mouth: "No, only that place attracts me, when I get to that place, I can reach out and hold the moon in my hand, hehe, how pleasant this is! I have no interest elsewhere, I won't go to the place where I am not interested, besides, I won't go to the smelly place of Poziling you said!"

"However, you have to pass through Poziling, where it is gloomy and ......" Wang Dashi did not say "ghosts" again.

Ouyang Ziyun didn't seem to hear it, and still played with a stubborn temper.

There is no way, Wang Dashi can only reluctantly make it difficult in order not to spoil the fun, hoping not to encounter anything dirty.

Wang Dashi cheered up his mind and took Ouyang Ziyun's hand, but Ouyang Ziyun did not dislike or object, he was very down-to-earth, he felt once again that it was very important and great to take the first step bravely.

The two quietly walked out of the local school from the mountain path, bypassed the edge of Poziling, and climbed the wonderful and dreamy barren mountain under the moonlight.

Climb high and look into the distance, overlooking the local school, the distant mountain peaks and the nearby temple, majestic and extended, wonderful.

The moon seemed to follow in its footsteps, and with each foot of its head, it retreated a foot, and by the time it reached the top of the barren mountain, it had already climbed into the night sky.

Ouyang Ziyun was a little disappointed, and gradually felt dizzy, so he shouted to go back.

There is a folk saying that walking at night will provoke some unclean things, and when you come, you are lucky not to encounter any dirty things, and you can't say if you go back, even if the sky is about to dawn.

Poziling is a place where yin souls gather, Wang Dashi is worried about Ouyang Ziyun, he looks at Ouyang Ziyun.

At this time, Ouyang Ziyun seemed to be asleep and seemed to be unconscious.

The timid Wang Dashi didn't dare to approach her. He thought: "I can't be afraid of that, I can't look forward and backward, take another step bravely, and I won't shrink back in the future!" Wang Dashi After psychological struggle and encouragement, he helped Ouyang Ziyun up, half-hugged her, and at first he felt the attraction of the opposite sex, worried about her condition, and gradually lost this feeling. How much he wanted to be brave enough to kiss again, he immediately interrupted such thoughts, he felt that such dirty, so selfish, and so counterproductive. Passing by Po Ziling, he hugged her tighter.

The graves of Poziling are plated one by one, the grave is like a steamed bun, and the tomb is like a pot lid. Wang Dashi looked at it and remembered Gufangdui. He once burned the wedding paper for his adoptive mother in Gufangdui, did the wrong thing, said the wrong thing, crushed the daughter-in-law who did not pass through the door with the cotton jacket, and provoked the female ghost to accept his wish. There must be filth in gloomy places, and Poziling is no exception. Wang Dashi didn't dare to say at the moment, didn't dare to look, didn't dare to hear, couldn't shut up if he didn't speak, couldn't look if he didn't look, and couldn't cover his ears if he didn't listen. In the grave, he was crooked, singing the donkey's voice and shouting the horse. Wang Dashi listened to it and said: "This moon hangs high, the breeze is beautiful, it is listening to songs and admiring the moon, you donkey shouting and horses barking, like a bald tongue drinking porridge!" The strange thing is that after Wang Dashi finished speaking, the crying cliché disappeared.

In the second half of the road, Wang Dashi was gradually attracted by Ouyang Ziyun, he felt that the old man Heihu's calculation was right, and the person who was married was close at hand. Along the way, I have remembered my humiliation and downfall...... Ouyang Ziyun's ice and snow are smart, compared with his own local customs, that is, he has no place to be ashamed, arrogant, and ashamed, as if he is the only filth between heaven and earth.

When Wang Dashi thought of this, he had no confidence, what should he do?

"I can't think like that, it's like a shackle that binds everything to me. I should have my self-confidence, I should have my arrogance! No matter how down-and-out I am, I can't lose my fighting spirit! I can't be distorted by my own psychology or the eyes of others! Even if I smell of in the dung pit, it is still a treasure in the eyes of the croppers and the life of a seedling. I should have my own value in life. ”

Finally, there was no difference, and he returned to the cave safe and sound, Wang Dashi breathed a sigh of relief, and at this time Ouyang Ziyun also woke up, but after a long time, he fell asleep next to Wang Dashi.

There is only one bed in the cave, the lonely man and the widow are not clear, the two of them are young, dry firewood, in order to avoid suspicion, Wang Dashi moved the stone from the middle of the bed to separate, and put the bamboo box containing the carp in the headroom, and slept.

As soon as the sky was bright, Ouyang Ziyun felt a cold on her face, and her eyes were worried, she saw a young woman squeezing in through the crack in the bamboo fence door, the woman's steps were light and ethereal, her clothes were as thin as gauze, and her body exuded a cold air, which made people feel cold......

The inexplicable woman in front of her, Ouyang Ziyun was dumbfounded, and Wang Dashi was still silent in his sleep.

The woman walked up to Wang Dashi and called him Lang Jun softly.

Ouyang Ziyun was so angry that he had nothing to say, stood up from the bed, picked up the bamboo box, poured the water and the carp on Wang Dashi's face, and rushed to the door.

Wang Dashi was so frightened that he woke up from his sleep, he didn't know what was going on, looked at the strange woman beside him, didn't ask much, and rushed out of the door to stop Ouyang Ziyun.

"What's going on?Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Sister Ziyun, this is a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding......"

Ouyang Ziyun was extremely humiliated, and was on fire, when he saw Wang Dashi running, he stopped, and slapped him in the face: "Get out, even you will deceive people, I don't want to see you again!" turned around and ran away.

Wang Dashi sat on the ground in a daze, he didn't know where he offended Ouyang Ziyun. The moment Ouyang Ziyun's figure disappeared from sight, he suddenly remembered the woman in the cave, and quickly ran back to ask what happened.

At this time, the woman in the cave had disappeared, and Wang Dashi lay on the bed in annoyance and closed his eyes.

Not long after Wang Dashi closed his eyes, he felt that there seemed to be movement at the door, he opened his confused eyes, and found that the inexplicable woman had come to the bed suddenly.

"Ah, who are you?" Wang Dashi wanted to ask.

The woman smiled.

This smile is graceful, as if it is the most beautiful gentle and kind smile in the world.

Wang Dashi was fixed, his eyes were fixed on her, attracted by her smile, and seduced. The woman is so quiet, so enduring, so peaceful, so fresh...... However, she was light and empty, like a still shadow of a floating leaf.

"How can there be such a woman in the world, besides, even if there is such a beautiful woman in the world, she will not let herself meet!" At this time, Wang Dashi couldn't help but think of the ghost, but this female ghost was light, quiet, kind, and had no malice at all.

The female ghost smiled lightly and said softly: "The little woman is waiting for you in Poziling, if you don't dislike it, I invite you to listen to the song and admire the moon." ”

Wang Dashi remembered the female ghost who had burned the wrong grave and said the wrong thing and fulfilled his wish, so similar.