Riding a horse and galloping, all the way to the west, you can see the apricot forest in the distance, the two dismounted, slowly walked into the forest.

But look at the apricot blossoms, the flower color is white and red, white is the main, red embellishment, like rouge light beauty, the flowers are delicate, in this autumn actually occupies the romance. The two of them quietly walked along the path in the forest, and when they came to the end, they suddenly saw a row of houses, Biwa Zhuyong, which were very exquisitely repaired.

The two of them performed light skills, one jumped to the roof, lifted a tile, and looked down, there was no one in the house at this time, it was empty.

The two jumped off the roof, pushed the door and entered, a small house, with few ornaments, facing the main entrance was a long table with mottled paint, a jar on the table, a bunch of incense, and smoke. All kinds of pastries and fruits are lined up, behind the long table is a half-height statue, a woman, plump, pink and yellow crown dress, the carved lines are fluent, rich and gorgeous, the woman's beautiful eyes are longing, peach cheeks with a smile, a unwilling to be lonely and lonely in front of the eyes. The carving knife is lifelike, this is the apricot blossom god Yang Yuhuan, who wants to come here to seek marriage in the near future.

The incense and apricot fragrance in the house are intertwined, and the fragrance is faint, like a piece of warm jade rubbing against the exposed skin, which is heartwarming. There is not much space, and after a moment of glancing, the two of them can't help but be a little disappointed. This room has an unobstructed view, and after careful inspection, there is no dark room. Xu was wrong, maybe Su Luhuan was not here at all at the moment.

The two were about to return, when they suddenly heard a few horse barks outside the forest, and the sound was like nothing, and they did not know whether the person who came was a pilgrim or an opponent, so they did not dare to stay for a long time, and immediately withdrew from the room and went around to the back of the house. This apricot grove is in full bloom in autumn, and it really attracts countless fans, and until the evening, it is accompanied by the family, worshiping the god of flowers, praying for marriage.

At night, the scorching darkness is eager to cover the entire apricot forest. A string moon, lonely hanging in the sky, rising slowly, the soft moonlight, sprinkled in the white apricot forest, more and more lonely, poignant. The stars were shining, and the nearby hills were solemnly silent. When the moon rises into the middle of the sky, wrapped in the cold autumn wind, a black shadow slowly walks, saying that it is a person but cannot hear the footsteps, saying that it is a ghost, but you can see the figure cast in the moonlight.

Just step by step, step by step towards the Flower Temple.

When she got closer, she stretched out a plain hand as white as a female ghost, pushed it gently, squeaked, and the broken petals of apricot blossoms all over the ground, carrying the cold wind, swirled, and poured into the temple gate.

She approached the statue of the goddess of flowers faintly, stretched out her hand from her sleeve, her long nails, and the moonlight shining through the doors and windows, reflected on it, and seemed to be scattered. Suddenly, a handful of three pillars of fragrance swept in front of the incense altar, and it was crushed in an instant, and the palm of his hand was opened, and the crushed fragrance was crushed. She clenched her fists hard, her long nails clasped into her flesh, oozing red blood, and she didn't even care at all, her eyes were wide, like a beast waiting to fight back against a hunter, full of hatred.

She put her hand into the incense ash in the altar, groped for a moment, and the floor behind the flower god actually divided into a path, the steps were not too steep, the path was not too low, but the light was dim, and she did not know where it leads, and she could not see the way clearly. She took out a silk handkerchief, wiped her hand with the remaining incense ashes, and without even looking at the bright candle flame in the temple, she walked step by step into the darkness like a death gaze.

The path actually winds to the back mountain, which is actually a mountain, but it is better to call it a mound, only a few meters high. Who would have thought that there was actually a road from the underground of the Flower Temple to here, an underground secret room. Both the chamber and the passage are underground, and only a few holes are left in the innermost part of the hill for ventilation.

The woman opened the door of the secret room, and a stone bed came into view, a dancing candle flame emitted a faint light, a table, a chair, a cup, a pot, a plain piano, placed at the head of the bed, and nothing else.

She floated to the side of the bed and looked at the sleeping girl on the stone bed, her eyes instantly turning into water. Finding a place, she sat down gently, and gently pointed her fingers at the acupoint on the girl's shoulder, and the girl slowly opened her eyes.

"Yan'er, are you hungry, look, my mother brought you some food, you can taste it, the taste of this apricot cake is the same as what you ate when you were a child. ”

The woman took out a small bag from her waist, the bag was square, she untied the rope, opened it gently little by little, it was really an apricot cake, took out a piece, and slowly pushed the pastry out from the side of the bed. Su Luhuan sat up from the stone bed abruptly, rubbed along the stone bed, and rubbed to the other side, his eyes fixed on the woman in front of him.

"Mother?" She didn't care about the situation at the moment, and muttered softly.

"Yes, child, when you were young, you liked this apricot blossom cake the most, just like your mother, you used to ask for this pastry, your mother always practiced, and couldn't take care of you, but now I bought it for you, are you happy?" Su Luhuan clenched his right hand, quietly pinched the inside of his middle finger with his thumb to calm himself, and then stretched out his jade onion hand to take the pastry handed over.

As she ate, she carefully looked at the woman in front of her, who was tall, thin but not weak, and exuded the cold scent of apricot blossoms. She looks very beautiful, although Shaohua is not there, but her cold temperament adds a bit of solemnity to her that has been polished over the years. Her eyes were slightly red because of eagerness, and her eyes were like dewdrops rolling on the summer lotus.

Su Luhuan gently hammered his back with his hand, and the woman's eyes also turned, and Su Luhuan moved a short distance to the deep side of the stone bed, and the woman's eyes immediately followed.

"She's not crazy. Su Lu said in his heart.

After eating the pastry, Su Luhuan plucked up the courage and said, "I still want to eat."

The woman seemed to be very happy, opened the pastry, stretched her arms, and sent it to Su Luhuan.

Su Luhuan reached out and took another piece, carefully put it to his mouth, took a small bite, let out a long breath, and asked vaguely: "Is the daughter of the predecessor very similar to me?"

The light in the woman's eyes seemed to disappear in an instant, and her leaning forward body retracted, sat upright, and said coldly: "You could have lived, as long as you play your role well." ”

The woman's eyes showed a fierce light, and her voice was extremely cold for a moment.

Su Lu's pupils tightened, covered his mouth with his hand, and coughed lightly, "My mother in my family is also the same as my predecessors, lest I am hungry and frozen, and most mothers in the world are like this." Seeing the corners of her mouth twitch, Su Luhuan continued: "When I was a child, I followed my mother to the Lantern Festival to play, and I was greedy for a while, and I actually let go of my mother's hand, I still remember her expression when I found my mother, exactly the same as my predecessors at the moment, and her anxious eyes burst into tears, but fortunately, mother and daughter are connected, no matter how long they are separated, they will always meet." ”

After Su Luhuan finished speaking, a heart almost beat out of his mouth, and his half-clenched palms and nails pinched the flesh of the tiger's mouth, and dense beads of sweat appeared. When I tried to raise my eyes again, I saw that the woman's eyes were staring at the dancing flames, flickering on and off, her nose slightly open, and her mouth gently skimming to the sides.

"Do you like apricot blossoms?"

"Like. ”

"Why?"

"Flowers can be appreciated, the kernel can be eaten raw, apricot blossoms can replenish the qi, the wind is channeled, improve the spleen and stomach, and can make the complexion ruddy and pleasant, it is a treasure of medicine, and I like it naturally. ”

"My daughter also likes it, she said that the apricot blossoms are fragrant, the apricot blossoms are single, the most open, the petals are white, slightly red, like the beautiful cheeks of the mother. Her hand, gently caressing her cheek, was immersed in the throbbing of missing her daughter.

Su Luhuan's heart was sour and astringent, she was also a human daughter, and the true feelings of mother and daughter were naturally touched. She stretched out her hand, little by little, carefully, rubbed against the woman's side, caressed the back of her hand, and the tentacles were cold, like an ice cave in winter.

The woman was stunned at first, skin to skin, warm body temperature, little by little spread throughout the body, she endured it, after all, she didn't hold back, slightly choked. She took out a silk handkerchief and wiped away the misty tears from the corners of her eyes.

Su Luhuan is a little trance, this silk handkerchief seems to be embroidered with apricot trees, the branches are luxuriant, the embroiderer is Su embroidery, but it seems that the tree is not complete, only half, very unique.

"Where have you seen it?" she felt a slight ache in her heart.

"Ha~ha~ha~ What a mother and daughter!"

With a bang, the door of the secret room opened, accompanied by a few nondescript sharp male voices, the woman's expression tightened, like a vine curled up, and at the same time, the right hand thumped from the sleeve, threw out the short knife, the short knife volleyed in the air and slashed towards the sound, and before the person was three feet close, he was slammed back by the whistling palm wind, and the handle of the knife slid into the woman's palm again.

"What are you going to do?" The woman's eyes were cold, and she stared directly at the man in front of her.

Su Luhuan's eyes looked at it, the man was dressed in dark purple clothes, with a dark embroidered belt around his waist, his black hair was spread and fell, his eyebrows were shallow, and his face seemed to be covered with fine incense powder. Although he is a man, he looks like a woman. The vocal cords are thin and thin, which is quite inconsistent with the contours of the face, and it looks a little yin and yang.

"Ghost, I haven't seen you for a long time, what's wrong? I don't see a new person, it's hard to see that even I, the old person, are gone. As the man spoke, he smoothed out the cuffs that had just been messed up by the fight, his middle finger was down, his little finger was slightly cocked, he put it to his mouth, and coughed lightly.

The woman, who was called the ghost, squinted and gouged out, moved the lotus step lightly, slowly walked to the center of the secret room, leaned on the elm square table, and sat down. "It's not that I don't miss the old love, ghost burning, I have already told you, the secret is alone in my daughter, maybe it will have long been dusted back to the sea, but you come to entangle it every year, what do you mean. ”

"What do you mean, for the sake of our great cause, you should have put aside distractions and joined hands with us. Now that the rivers and lakes are rising, there must not be a second Xiao Yuhe. In the first war of that year, the Divine Ghost Gate was almost slaughtered, do you want to repeat the events of that year again?"

"Even if they turn this river and lake into a purgatory on earth, what does it have to do with me! No matter how eloquent your words are, it will be difficult to resurrect my daughter. Ghost Zhuo, you go back and tell my eldest brother, I am disgusted now, I brought it all on myself, and I have nothing to do with others. I don't need him to send someone to know the fever, and I don't need anyone to ask questions. Since the day I left, I have no connection with him, whether it is the Pure Land of Bliss, or purgatory on earth, I don't care. After that, with a blow of the palm, the strong wind whistled out, the ghost burned, the figure flashed, took a few steps back, the two palms faced each other, and the faint candlelight in the stone room, with a pop, went out.

In an instant, a powerful air current, glowing with white light, split the two of them alive, and the light was like a thousand feet down the Yellow Spring Lethe River, sparkling, and the eyes of the piercing people were about to crack alive.

The two were less than two feet apart, and the ghost just looked at him silently, and actually smiled slightly, her smile spread from her mouth little by little, until she laughed to the extreme, sad, lonely, and from that laugh, she heard Sen Sen's flesh and bones-like pain.

With that kind of smile, Su Luhuan was a little frightened, but more sympathetic!

After laughing, taking advantage of the darkness in the room, the ghost di's right hand was drawn in a semicircle, like a dense long needle like cold rain, and flew towards the ghost and Sisi. In the dark, the ghost burned his toes a little, eagerly retreated, and then flipped around, ding~ding~ding~ding~, the sky was full of rain and fell to the ground and scattered.

Su Luphantom was stunned for a moment, and the ghost rose from the right side, grabbed her right shoulder, and flew out of the stone room with a bang.