When Li Xian returned, Sun Youcai stayed at the door of the inn and dozed off.

Waking him up, the sleepy-eyed Sun Youcai found out that it was Li Xian, and rubbed his eyes busily: "Young master, why did you come back now, it's almost dawn." ”

"Hurry back to sleep, or you won't have the heart to play around tomorrow." ”

"Young master, then go to sleep. Sun Youcai followed behind and entered the inn.

At dawn, a master and a servant had not yet woken up, and the big thorn was lying on the bed and falling asleep, and the sound of knocking on the door woke Li Xian from his slumber.

Sun Youcai is not the only one who came in, and his years of life as a subordinate have already allowed him to practice, even if he doesn't sleep for a day and a night, he can get up as usual the next morning.

Liu Changgeng and his son Liu Chong, who were followed by the shopkeeper, did not have the usual treatment of eating as soon as they woke up, but what they were waiting for was Sun Youcai muttering in his heart: "Young master, it's not good, the tens of thousands of peonies in the entire Xinxiang Garden all withered overnight." ”

A sentence that is more effective than hangover soup made Li Xian lose the sleepiness of half asleep and half awake, and Sun Youcai was a little unreliable in his mind, like a dream but not a dream.

"You're talking nonsense, it's good, why are they all withering. ”

"Young master, just go and see. ”

After getting dressed, Li Xian went to Xinxiang Garden, and the scene in front of him made Li Xian, who had seen the scene of blood flowing all over the place and corpses everywhere, the demon wolf talking, and the weird Li Xian who opened the big tree, couldn't help muttering, what the hell is going on.

Early in the morning, there were many people gathered here, sighing, cursing, one after another.

People with a longer tongue and a richer imagination have begun to interpret wildly.

Rumors, the three of them became tigers, all kinds of messy things, accompanied by anger, became the most rare spectacle of Xinxiangyuan's freshman morning.

After waiting for a few years and spending many days of energy, it was just for the magnificent sight of tens of thousands of peonies in full bloom when the garden opened today.

The literati have no object to chant, and the beauties and beauties lack the fun of the peony on the human face......

It's more that the shopkeepers have been preparing for these few days for the grand event for many days, and the flowers are gone, and so many ingredients are wasted.

Not to mention making money for a few days a day, the money lost is enough to feel distressed for ten days and half a month.

Seeing strange things that have never been seen before, the official people of Qingyang City have nothing to do to find masters from all walks of life.

Originally, I was going to rely on this grand event to sweep away the haze of the beasts that were raging in Qingyang City before, but now it is all in vain.

The shopkeeper sighed anxiously: "What can I do about this?" ”

Liu Chong, who is not old and has not yet taken charge of himself, is anxious with his father.

Su Youcai didn't talk much, and his good interest was gone, so he was unlucky.

The dejected three returned to the room, and Li Xian could only tell them that there was no way but to go back.

The shopkeeper took his son to clean up the mess, returned to the city and worked harder, and made up for the loss later.

It's just a pity that there are so many things prepared, and it won't last long on a hot day.

The crowd comes and goes fast.

The flowers are gone, the event is gone, sighing and leaving, the official road is dusty, walking, and there is an endless stream of cars.

Liu Changgeng, the shopkeeper, went back, pushing a three-wheeled cart, and his son Liu Chong followed behind.

I have always saved, and I am dedicated to saving money for my son to talk about family affairs, and I feel distressed and uncomfortable, and I didn't sleep last night.

If you lose money, you will have less money, when will it be enough?

Seeing that my body is getting worse day by day, I can't do it anymore.

There was a carriage parked under the ginkgo tree, and Li Xian lay on the carriage, not in a hurry to go back.

I don't know if Wang Chunshan's gang is dead or alive, and they haven't moved for a long time.

"Young master, let's go back. Sun Youcai, who was driving the car, stayed in an empty place, bored and panicked, there was nothing to do, what did he stay for.

"I have something to do, or you should go back first. ”

Sun Youcai categorically rejected this proposal: "Then what's the matter, when I go back, the master must not pick my skin." ”

"Aren't you afraid?" asked Li Xian, who was in the car.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Wolves!"

Sun Youcai smiled: "Young master, I'm afraid, but we shouldn't be able to touch this luck, so unlucky." ”

"That's not for sure. ”

With casual words, the bluffing Sun Youcai opened the car curtain: "Young master, don't say that, if there is really a wolf...... Phew, crow's mouth. ”

Li Xian was annoyed and got out of the car.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree last night, I looked up at the ginkgo tree, no more leaves were falling, and it seemed to be even more dense than before.

In the summer, when the branches were luxuriant, so many leaves fell, and eighty percent of them were because Song Yushu took away the apricot treasure.

Not only is it not dropping today, but there are so many more, which is strange.

"Li Gongzi, why haven't you gone back yet. The ginkgo tree spoke.

Sun Youcai's ears are not ordinary spirits, and when he heard this voice coming out of nowhere, he looked around: "Who?"

"Ghost!" Li Xian deliberately teased him.

didn't find anyone, Sun Youcai's face changed, could it be that he was really a ghost?

"Young Master, this ......"

The ginkgo tree spoke again: "Yes, ghost. ”

After continuing to look around, there was still no one, and Sun Youcai exclaimed: "My mother." Quickly ran to the car, holding his knees with both hands, and buried his head deeply: "Young master, let's run." ”

"What is there to be afraid of ghosts, I'm chatting with ghosts, you stay still. ”

Chat with ghosts!

Sun Youcai almost flew out of the clouds, staying there motionless, listening to the movements of the young master under the tree.

The young master is not an ordinary person, he is.

"I'm really sorry for ruining your Yaxing. The ginkgo tree sounded.

Li Xian could hear that the voice was much better than last night, and he was full of energy.

"How, how do you say that. ”

"Tens of thousands of peonies withered overnight, all because of me. ”

Li Xian was startled, heard it clearly, and stood up and faced the ginkgo tree in front of him: "How do you say this?"

"When an apricot treasure was taken, I was seriously damaged, and the recovery period was as long as 100 years. Last night, the root system that spread in all directions absorbed the essence and aura of peony flowers, and although I recovered a little vitality, more than tens of thousands of peonies withered. What a sin. ”

An accident that is not an accident, the ginkgo tree has fulfilled others, and he has to destroy tens of thousands of peonies, although he is guilty, but he is excusable.

Li Xian sat down anew: "Why is it your fault, it is also helpless, you don't have to blame yourself, if Song Yushu takes away your Xingbao, it can bring his father back to life, and it can be regarded as a great merit." ”

The ginkgo tree was silent.

Li Xian did not continue to persuade a love novice as an "old aunt" to continue, how could he not be a novice.

Needless to say.

Li Xian took out the jade flute he carried with him and asked the ginkgo tree, which had lived for a thousand years: "Have you ever seen this jade flute?"

"I've seen it, it's Li Chaoge's thing back then. ”

"Then you know how to use this jade flute. ”

The ginkgo tree sighed: "This is Li Chaoge's proud work back then, how can anyone except himself know about it, let alone me, a tree that has been lonely for a thousand years." ”

Swallowing the disappointment of asking the wrong person, Li Xian turned the jade flute in his hand around boringly.

"Can Li Gongzi blow it?"

"Yes. ”

"It's been a thousand years, I really hope to hear that familiar voice again, can Li Gongzi fulfill this little wish. ”

Li Xian agreed: "The skills are not refined, don't be surprised." ”

"Li Gongzi is humble. ”

Li Xian took the jade flute, plucked his fingers, and blew out the first note.

The crisp sound of the flute is like a heavenly sound, recovering in the lonely wasteland and jungle outside Qingyang City, and it lasts for a long time.

"Like, it's too similar, although it is not as skilled as Li Chaoge, but the spirit is still there. The ginkgo tree exclaimed.

Li Xian put away the jade flute embarrassedly, and was about to say something, when he heard someone shouting from the Xinxiang Garden: "The flowers have bloomed." ”