Lighting the lights is wonderful, leading the wind and rain.

Like a fairy with a little rain, the underground candle dragon plays in the water.

Three different directions, each of which is a white curtain that guides the connection between fire and water. The appearance of this boy is more like that little Taoist, the appearance of a reincarnated Taoist.

He looked at his face carefully and muttered:

"That little Taoist priest is the reincarnation of this boy, why did the Heavenly Soul Nian Master say that he was a fish spirit in his last life, and he killed him. ”

The moment Li Shuishan lowered his head to think, the little boy's eyes moved a few times and looked at Li Shuishan, but the next moment he stopped moving his eyes and froze in them.

In the eyes of the little boy, the little boy was constantly deducing. But the beginning of the deduction is a black-haired teenager, with long hair fluttering in the wind, showing a loose tree shape, mediocre clothes, delicate and plain eyes. A scroll in his hand, with a small character written on it, gradually became clear, gradually enlarged, and became a darkness......

The boy closed his eyes.

A faint voice in Nameless City, huddled in the light, and several figures like her sat beside him, all breathing out at the light.

A brief voice echoed in the darkness, "This young man, I can't deduce it without it." Am I going wrong again?"

Li Shuishan looked up at the boy on the bead.

The boy's eyes were visibly shifted, and the three hairs on his head were also turned at an angle, and the middle one was not facing north.

For a moment, his eyes saw the world through the eyes of the boys, dark and confused, and there were little boys sitting together, staring at the lamps.

The curled up body trembled slightly.

"Why can he see my imprint, how can he see me? I only had a small chance in it. ”

He was very confused, in Li Shuishan's eyes, he saw it and saw it very clearly.

Li Shuishan looked away and didn't care too much.

He didn't care what he saw in the child, it was darkness. Although there is a small light, it is very vague, and it is impossible to see whether there is a small world or not.

And what he wants to know most is the north he sees, what is there in this north that attracts him, and makes him want to see that place, that space he has not been to.

Each of the carved patterns is extremely vivid, like a living creature swimming in the hands of the Taoist, and if you look carefully at it for a long time, you will find that there are more cores on it. This small thin line around the palm of his hand is attached to the surface. Many tourists stop when they see this, and they are suddenly a little surprised by it.

The sculpture of this man is not tattooed with some clothing, completely naked, but his face is clearly visible, it is a muscular, strong man, and the balls he holds in his hands hang from his knees, and the cheekbones of his knees bulge out in a walking posture.

The storyteller stared at the sculpture for a few moments and then stopped looking, as if it embarrassed him a little.

Li Shuishan asked, "Sir, what do you think of this sculpture?"

The storyteller's right eyebrow was raised, and he said, "One word, ugly." ”

"Two words, ugly. ”

"Three words, extremely ugly. ”

"Four words, extremely ugly"

.......

Several people were silent, looking at the storyteller and gritting his teeth.

"Does Mr. know him?" Li Shuishan had some ideas, but he was not sure.

The storyteller shook his head, "Such an ugly person is not worth knowing me. ”

The storyteller walked and staggered, as if he was annoyed by the figure in the sculpture. It could be seen that the storyteller knew quite a lot of people, and walked into a small courtyard with a sigh of anger.

At the end of the courtyard is the gate of the attic, with light mahogany and columns and green bamboo.

It may be said that there are also a lot of bamboos planted here, which are more spiritual, verdant and verdant, and a little water drips out and slides to the ground. Qingzhu made the bamboo mother can't help but feel it for a while, but she can't feel anything, "Fake, it's all fake." There is no one who can imitate our bamboo spirit clan itself, and they can't portray the unique soul. Even if it looks good, it's just an empty appearance. ”

The small attic in front of him lacked a ribbon-like corridor, and the cornices were blown out like a bird's beak, hissing at the sky. One, two, the corner of the high house hooks the center of the high house, which is symmetrical and changeable. The few magnetic tiles that slipped down, the brushing and beating, there was a waterfowl on it, and a small cloud hair hung on the brow, which was particularly eye-catching.

But the eaves of the attic were dripping with the early morning dew, and there were green marks on the small bamboo that held the roll. But it's still crisper than the bamboo outside, and it looks vibrant.

Zhu Mu glanced at it, and when she saw her eyes full of doubt, she knew what Li Shuishan wanted to ask.

"No, it's just an ordinary green bamboo. ”

It speaks very solemnly, speaking of the difference between his children and himself. If it has always been said, it is not such a scenario. Looking at the green onions, the aura in his heart has long been sucked dry by the temple, and he has become a soulless creature, which can be cut down with a bang.

When I heard this, I felt a little lost.

But the spiritual bamboos here have been taken away by the bamboo mother, and there are few people similar to her in this Chu Shui country. His heirs were collected in his illusion, and what they couldn't take away was condensed into a small bamboo pole, which was placed under the bookshelf behind by Li Shuishan and taken on the road.

This little bamboo is crisp, but it is wobbly and has no center of gravity.

It's not as good as the small bamboo pole that Li Shuishan brought a long time ago.

"Maybe it has lost its heart, and only a body is left for people to see. ”

As he spoke, there was a call in the attic.

The voice has a hint of vicissitudes, this vicissitudes is very weak in the sound, with a quiet smell of ink, but it is just different. It seems to be full of fire on the inside, and calm as water on the outside.

Quietly spoke in Li Shuishan's ear.

"Come, I'll wait for you here....."

Li Shuishan stopped moving forward in confusion, looked at the group, and suddenly felt a little unsure, when he wanted to continue walking, he heard the call in the house again, he asked:

"Did you hear anything?"

The group looked at him in confusion, "No ....."

The storyteller smiled, "I heard you, there's a guy looking for you." In the attic. Want to go?"

Li Shuishan was at a loss, and came to the attic according to his wishes, looking at the closed access control, and the threshold was more than three inches.

"Look for me, how can you not go. ”

Li Shuishan looked up at the attic, stepped on the steps, and went straight to the highest point of the bamboo.

One side is like a wall, the other is like water. No one has touched it for a long time.

The storyteller followed them up the stairs and rested under a small pavilion at the door.

There were a lot of people parked outside his attic, and the closer he got to Li Shuishan, the clearer the sound in his ears became, and he vaguely heard someone playing a piano song inside, and the sound was small and loud, until it became a kind of roar in his ears, and he covered his ears and approached.

Yao Feng looked unaware and stood by the pavilion.

Li Shuishan saw the naked portrait sculpture, the back of this sculpture was very smooth, and there was no trace of any surface eroded by the wind and rain, and with a sound that came directly into his ears, Li Shuishan couldn't help but walk into the attic.

The attic door was closed, but when Li Shuishan walked to the door, the door suddenly opened.

The storyteller turned his head to show an unshaven expression, but when he looked closely, he found that the door was closed, and he didn't see Li Shuishan's figure.

Li Shuishan had already stepped in, and no one noticed it.

The scene in front of him was not prosperous, but it was mostly a pervasive rancid smell, a wisp of dark fragrance of dust. I can't enjoy the smell of this good sunken wood, so I naturally don't know what to do.

At some point, a small tree was planted inside, and there were many clothes hanging on the tree, mainly red and yellow. There was also a little blood stain on the clothes, adding a little wonderful color to the already empty room.

There is no green bamboo here, and there is no splash here.

One by one, the figures who were originally laughing here came out, covering their faces, rubbing their fingers and sighing, and there was no one in their eyes. There are five of them, all of them fragrant, making people shrink and drowsy. Especially the woman with the red dress in her hand, the rouge powder on her face revealed a little bright color, and the red and white were like peaches. They appeared rolling up white paper and holding an oil-paper umbrella.

At this scene, Li Shuishan hesitated.

The oil-paper umbrella was opened, and it swept between the legs along the mind, and the walk gently brushed the ground, and there was not a trace of dust on the ground. At a glance, the skirt is translucent, and the posture of one roll after another is revealed, enchanting, delicate, and endlessly memorable.

Li Shuishan's eyes lowered from time to time, and he already had an idea in his heart.

These women are either ghosts or monsters.

He remembered his oil-paper umbrella, which still smelled on the bookshelf, and it was quite realistic to think about the wonderfulness of this illusion.

He also had a short sword in his sleeve, which he held tightly, and his heart kept silently, "Meditation." ”

He didn't know anything himself, he just watched a group of women approaching with light steps, "meditating", he didn't know anything, where would he face female ghosts, monsters. This shocked him a little. If the female ghost is hostile, then this is the experience he fears the most.

Than the first time I met Xiaoyun walking out of the painting, with a coldness in his eyes.

This one was colder and shivering than the previous one.

"Little female ghost, how can there be such a big temptation. ”

The five women stopped when they walked in front of Li Shuishan, and when they heard the sound of a piano behind them, they writhed their bodies, this graceful dance, and tactful, the clear sound of the piano faintly passed through the attic. In the empty space above, a woman disappeared and appeared in the southeast corner of the second floor, and the second woman, the wind chime in her hand rang slightly, and so on, until the fifth floor.

On the five-story paper window, the warm light shone directly into her neck, one reflective, then the other.

There seem to be a few more small round copper mirrors on the body, exuding an attractive light color.

The strings are pulled up and played emotionally.

Breath by breath from the inside out.