During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot.

The surging water of the river and the ripples of the rain stirred together, and the waves of white flowers swirled the algae under the boat.

The little girl in red jumped out of the boat mischievously at the age of five, but she did not stand firmly, and her delicate skin and delicate clothes were cut by the thorns on the riverbank, and even the sachet tied around her waist also made a big hole, and the petals and grass seeds fell to the ground.

The little girl wailed and cried, and the woman on the boat hurriedly comforted her, and pulled the little girl into the boat in a soft voice, so that she could be bandaged and bandaged, so as not to leave a scar.

The boat swayed slightly, the oars rowed across the churning river, and the boat slowly moved away.

The drizzle was hazy, and the mist clouded the boats.

The rain collects on the slender thorns and drips down with a hint of pink.

The banks of the green water river are also gradually blurred.

......

Rain like oil.

A flat boat sailed into the canyon, and the laughter on it was clear, with the spirit of a young man.

"It's really strange, here is 108,000 miles away from Youzhou, and there is a 'other shore'!" The white-robed young man on the boat said in surprise as he pointed to his eyes.

"Isn't it a great landscape to walk around, and walk back unconsciously?" said the young man in a long shirt and scarf said with a hearty smile.

"Sister Xiang is from Qingchuan, let's see if it's true, if Luo Lin looks away this time, I will laugh him to death. The yellow-shirted boy clapped his hands and laughed.

"Yes and no. A fiery red girl blinked at the young man with a lupine scarf, and the autumn water eyes were filled with water vapor on the Canglan River, and the autumn waves flowed.

That's a strange thing. The yellow-shirted young man smiled and pulled the girl's sleeve, "What's wrong with Sister Xiang?"

The girl in red had a playful voice, "The 'other side' of my hometown is lifeless, how can I be vivid here, do you think I am reasonable or unreasonable?"

This is true. The young man with the lupine scarf laughed and complimented, "It's worthy of Xiangling, it's better for you to make a name." ”

"I started with what I did, and I used my own brain. The girl in red laughed.

"Scarlet?" the young man in the lupine scarf groaned slightly.

"Rouge is not as drunk as Crimson, it's good!" the white-robed young man clapped his hands.

The yellow-shirted boy also bowed slightly.

The girl didn't follow, and said again and again, "It's not good, it's not good, people are brilliant, and they become hazy and beautiful in your eyes? ”

"It's fine. The young man in the lupine scarf smiled lightly, and the rain blurred the sharp edges and corners between his eyebrows.

The girl couldn't help but be stunned.

"It's rare to have this artistic conception, it's better to let the boat dock, Luo Lin blow the flute, and ask Sister Xiang to dance a song. The yellow-shirted boy proposed.

"That's a great word!" the two teenagers laughed and agreed.

The girl in red grimaced, stepped backwards, stepped lightly on the river, and swept back.

The hazy rain scene, the melodious sound of the flute, the red clothes fluttering, and the flowers moving with the man's shadow.

It's true, the rain falls and the flowers add color, not as good as a point of rouge!

"This time when you go south to Luojing, you will break out of the world!"

"I'm a prodigal son, he made the rivers and lakes remember to go through once, and it's worth it. ”

"The two of you are free and easy, I still have to take over the ancestral business, I can't be so chic, what does Sister Xiang plan. ”

"Naturally, when I went home, my mother urged me several times to go back and succeed as a witch, if I didn't go back, the people of the clan would find me, wouldn't I be unlucky. ”

"After that, I don't know when to get together!"

"With the majestic mountains ahead, how can there be any reason to stand still?"

"If you talk about these big truths, is it really a cold-hearted and cold-blooded person?"

"Then I will inevitably push you into the water to be sober and sober. ”

"You can pull it down...... Hey, there's something to say. ”

The rain is hazy and the fields of flowers are blurred.

......

The drizzle and evening breeze are clear, and the lonely boat is lonely.

In the hazy river, a little red appeared at the mouth of the canyon, gradually becoming clear.

The yellow flowers are sad and haggard.

The lone boat slowly approached the shore.

The woman in red with her hair tied in a bun sat down in a full of colors, her back gloomy.

As night fell, the faint light reflected a thin shadow, and time seemed to stand still.

"I close the door of my heart in this earthly rendering, take the breeze into a dream, and pass all the fireworks in this world only for you. ”

The woman in red closed her eyes tightly, tears and rain soaked her eyelids, she thought about the past, thinking about the encounter in the vast sea of people, suddenly like a dream, a promise of eternity is just wishful thinking.

"Flowers will eventually wither and die, and empty the infatuation will flow. The woman's voice was mixed with the night wind, like crying, the petals brushed the woman's cheeks, and she murmured in a low voice, "Forget, forget, relieve your sorrows, lose your heart, just as a big dream is gone." ”

She suddenly raised her eyes, rain and tears flowed down her cheeks, blurring her vision, but her eyes were firmly fixed on the bamboo raft floating on the river, "Luo Lin, I will make you regret it." ”

A fresh petal with a few drops of blood fell, and the blood and rain gradually melted together and turned into stars.

The rain fell silently.

In the sea of fiery red flowers, a red dress is spread on the forgotten flowers, and the color of the flowers has lost a few colors.

The man in brocade clothes and beard came in a hurry, and when he saw the gorgeous piece in the sea of flowers, his face turned pale in an instant.

He staggered forward, threw himself on the side of the red clothes, and touched the woman's cheeks, hands, and shoulders with trembling hands, and his face was full of remorse, "Ling'er...... I never wanted to hurt you...... It's true...... Ling'er ......"

The night wind and rain are blowing, and the flowers are falling.

The woman's red dress gradually became more and more stars, but the woman's shadow became more and more transparent.

"Don't go...... Don't go!" the man panicked, his eyes straightened, "Don't go, I beg you." ”

The wind swept the flowers and branches, and it suddenly swished and sounded.

There was a woman's whisper in the wind.

Luo Lin...... I curse you...... Born and born...... Ask for it but can't ......"

......

Ning Junxi came back to his senses suddenly, his brows furrowed, he accidentally touched the Dao of the person in front of him.

The person on the other side looked indifferent, twisting a petal in his hand and playing with it, "What did you see?"

"What's that?" Ning Junxi's face was full of vigilance.

"It's something that a Zen master wants you to know. Luo Ying chuckled, "You can just read it as a story, or you can think about it more, but in this world, you should be the only one who can take this cause and effect." ”

"What do you mean?" Ning Junxi's eyes flickered.

"What do you think the word 'sleepy' in a Zen master means?" Luo Ying shook her hand and shook the petals into the wind, her voice still careless.

Ning Junxi's brows furrowed suddenly, and he quickly shrugged his shoulders again, with a casual expression, "If you want to do it, there are many opportunities, I really don't need to be so wary of you." ”

"It's best if you think so. Luo Ying chuckled, "There are still some things you want to know, would you like to see them?"

You can say. Ning Jun said without thinking.

Luo Ying shook her head and took a sip

Tea, "Wu clan, also known as the half-spirit clan in the classics, was born in the deep forest of Youzhou, witchcraft is unpredictable, the body is not materialized, but energized, and it is the closest to the gods...... Person. You should know this. ”

"As far as I know, the Wu clan was overthrown by the Southern Zhou Dynasty with the fall of the Qin Dynasty, and no one survived. Ning Junxi said tentatively.

"Maybe there were still some Wu bloodlines escaped at that time, but after hundreds of years of breeding, it should be impossible to have a real Wu people. Luo Ying saw Ning Jun's eyes and added, "Those children are using witchcraft, but my ancestors are not witches, but related to this sea of flowers. ”

"It's not like forgetting flowers and eating people. Ning Junxi tried again.

"I rarely tell lies. Luo Yingqi shook off the petals on his shirt and walked in the direction of the altar, "If you don't want to see the illusion, I'll show you some real ones, just ......"

When he said this, he shook his head slightly, "If you can afford to pay the price, you can follow." ”

Ning Jun hesitated slightly, reached into his pocket and touched the little monster, and trotted to follow.

On the altar, Luo Ying and Ning Jun Xi each sat on a formation, and did not see any movement of Luo Ying, there was a wind around them, and gradually blew the petals in all directions, swirling with the wind, overwhelmingly surging in the direction of the altar.

"It's really as long as someone sits on the array, the formation can start on its own. Ning Junxi's voice was inevitably a little ridiculous.

"It's not a formation. Luo Ying shook her head, the cold light in her hand flashed, and there was an extra few inches long on her wrist, and blood gushed in an instant.

"You ......" Ning Junxi was startled, seeing Luo Ying's face calm, his brows furrowed slightly, and he calmed down, "What are you going to do?"

"What you gave me back then, I will give it back to you. Luo Ying ignored Ning Junxi, and said loudly, "I regret it!"

Ning Junxi frowned, watching the blood dripping under Luo Ying's feet, gradually spreading between the lines, filling up the grooves one by one, enduring it, and finally couldn't help it, and shouted again, "You're crazy!"

A fragrant wind blew in the distance, and the whole sea of flowers swayed.

"She's coming!" Luo Ying's face was slightly pale, but her voice was calm.

"Who?" Ning Junxi asked subconsciously.

Luo Ying did not answer.

The wind is swirling, and the flowers are charming.

Ning Junxi's heart trembled.

Thousands of flowers swayed in the wind, but they all opened in the direction of the altar, as if thousands of people were looking directly at the people on the altar, which was extremely strange.

"I owe it to you, you can take it, it doesn't belong to you, let it go. Luo Ying sighed softly, looking a little sad and helpless.

There was a small laugh among the flowers.

"Hee-hee...... Didn't you say anything that would compensate me...... Didn't you bring it to me......"

The voice quickly went from far to near, as if in Ning Junxi's ears, like the wind, and the sound was ethereal and unpredictable.

"Little one...... What are you...... Wicans...... The Living Dead...... Still is...... Hey, you lost a soul, why didn't you die...... Hee-hee...... Who forgot to take it...... That's interesting......

"Who are you?" Ning Junxi clenched his fists and asked loudly.

"Me?" the laughter faded away, reaching Luoying's side, "he doesn't even know who I am...... It's really ...... You tell him who I am...... By the way...... Who are you......"

"Xiangling, you're enough!" Luo Ying's voice was filled with anger.

"Hee-hee...... I'm angry...... the voice drifted away again, and it spread among the flowers, "But I'm not Xiangling, I'm Huasoul...... It's the soul of forgetting flowers......"