The moon hangs in the sky, and there are no clouds to obscure it.

The night is falling.

At the beginning of the wind, the building is built around the middle carving, the interior is open and the scenery is set up, there are begonias, azaleas, golden cinnamon, smiling four-color cluster flowers, and there are rockeries of the four seasons of spring mountain, summer mountain, autumn mountain, frost mountain. Among them, a majestic and tall majestic peak flows down the delicate and clear flowing clear spring, flowing through the four seasons mountain flowers along the cleverly dug small canal in the moonlight, and then the Xuanxuan flow endlessly.

There is no trace of falling flowers, and there is a sound of flowing water.

The red branches hang high, and the clothes are lightly touched.

This is a good place, and outsiders are not allowed to touch it, but only to enjoy it. Therefore, there is no housing on the first floor, only the antique hanging lantern of the brown nan hanging ladder on the sway bend, which connects to the corridor on the second floor of the Fengchu Building.

At this time, on the viewing platform opened by the corridor, the two sat opposite each other and drank tea leisurely.

One of them had frost between his eyebrows, his shirt covered his hands, and he carried a sword on his back.

The other person's face was completely covered by a bamboo cage with a canopy on his head, and his long hair was draped straight down behind him. He held a slender shakuhachi in both hands upright, close to his lower lip. The navy blue robe slightly reveals the vicissitudes of the wind, hiding the looming pocket knife in it.

"The night ghosts have repeatedly broken through the city gate seals, which is extremely strange and incredible, and many people in the city have suffered casualties, can Mo Gongzi have eyebrows?"

"I don't think much about it, it stands to reason... The night ghost is angry, and he can't walk past the door god statue anyway. The man known as Mo Gongzi drank tea elegantly, his eyes were contemplative, and he said in a slow tone:

"What does Master Que Yun think?"

The person on the other side was stunned, "Mo Gongzi still calls me Zhongchuan Jun Shun'er." As he spoke, he laid the shakuhachi lightly on the table,

"I'm ashamed, I can't think about it. However, the day before yesterday, I walked to a place called Kongming Mountain, and I heard that there was a Buddhist gate on the mountain, so I planned to worship it, but I didn't want to climb the mountain to find the Buddha gate... Sadness saw that the dark blood in the temple was like a pool, and the anger was full. ”

"Oh, the Buddha Gate is shocked...?" Mo Gongzi suddenly felt the tea cold and cold.

"Yes, Mo Gongzi, the place of Buddha's light Pudu... It seems to have started to change dramatically. The cold light in Master Que Yun's eyes shone in the Tiangai bamboo cage.

Mo Gongzi's jade face was fierce, and his pupils were rippling.

After he calmed down for a while, he solemnly said:

"Fortunately, at the moment, only the shocking changes in the extreme south of the 'east of the state' are so violent and terrifying, and when we do our best, we will definitely be able to find out the hidden mysteries at that time. ”

At this time, Zhongchuan Jun slightly lifted the canopy bamboo cage,

"Li Musheng and Sleeve are back. ”

After finishing speaking, I saw two figures on the top of the golden wing of the Fengchu Building.

A figure on the left is wearing a satin robe of opera reflecting the sun, stepping on fish scale colorful boots, and his hand is more fingered than an orchid, which looks like a pear orchard opera corner.

A figure on the right is wrapped in a dark lead night suit, his face is wrapped in a face scarf, and his hands are faintly sealed, looking like a scout ninja.

"The two of you are finally back. Mo Gongzi's eyebrows stretched out to show relief, "There is nothing unusual in Shushui City for the time being, I don't know what the situation is in Xiangyun City?"

The actor Li Musheng jumped down and fell into the viewing platform like a dragonfly dotting leaves, silent and silent.

"Xiangyun City's night road ghost kills people~ It has been ascertained-" His voice was like a swallow's whisper, and he sang melodiously.

"The statue of the god of the city gate burned a corner, and someone did it. Silently, he walked out of the fog that appeared on the observation deck, his voice was cold and cold, completely different from Li Musheng.

"What?" Mo Gongzi raised his eyebrows, in fact, he had already made up his mind in his heart.

"There is only one party who can do such a heart-wrenching thing. Nakagawa-kun stroked the body of the cup carved with golden flowers and jade branches, and said slowly.

Li Musheng and his sleeves said in unison:

"Weiyang Valley. ”

...

"The guests who are going home from shopping, take a walk and take a look~"

"The cross talk night hall has opened, hey~ The guest officer, please, there is good tea and good water to serve each other~"

"The girl has a song on the pipa~Have a drink and three cups and go to the alley~"

"Sugar gourd, wolf tooth potato~"

"Fat ~ Meat, Flower ~ Girl!~"

"Own rice paper, own ink treasure~"

"Jade Pulp~"

On the streets of Shushui City at night, the crowd walks and walks around, there are tea drinkers, bird walkers, tooth pullers and bargains, as well as listening to music and storytelling, selling food and bargaining...

Eight streets and nine Mo flowers are brocade, the neighborhood buildings are red bricks and green tiles, and then look at it, silk village, Jingwumen, drunken Xiao Tower, Wufu Building, Jubao Pavilion, Wannian Terrace, Bell Tower, Drum Tower, tile shop, pawnshop forest stands in a forest...

The buildings of the green tile and gold in the city are lined up one after another, there are knife axes and door gods pasted in front of the door, the golden blessing strip and the rounded corner hanging curtain are hung in front of the frieze, all kinds of colorful lanterns are hung on the eaves, some are golden, some are red, some are pink, some are fine... The lights were bright, and the hanging cages were shining.

The attic on both sides of the play is tactful, and the whirlwind dyes in the lacquered wood window lattice, at the same time, the lights of thousands of homes and the bright starry sky reflect each other, painting the lights of the stars in the sky, and painting the bright lights of the rich street in the world.

In front of the small noodle stall on the corner of the road, Wang Hao and Zhou Cripple were smoking a large bowl of noodles in the wind, and their voices were slippery.

"Marijuana, I, I, I want to take my daughter-in-law. Zhou Cripple suddenly chewed off the root of the noodles, and it sounded a little silly.

Wang Hao raised his head when he heard the sound and glanced at Zhou Cripple, then buried his head in eating noodles, and said casually:

"Which girl do you have a crush on?"

"Wang, Wang Xiaohua. ”

"Wang Xiaohua!?" Wang Hao almost squirted out the chewed pasta,

"What, what's wrong?"

Wang Hao looked at Zhou Cripple, he was both a lame man and a stammer, and his family only had a few acres of shriveled ridges with the lowest grade in the village, what capital did he use to marry Wang Xiaohua?

"You cripple, who is not good, who is not good, who is the flower of our village..."

"Just, just, just like it..."

"We are all poor long-term workers who work hard for landlords, it is enough to marry an ugly daughter-in-law and give birth to a fat cub baby in this life, that Wang Xiaohua is beautiful, but it is destined to marry into the good fortune of those landlords and squires, do you still expect her to look at you?"

When Zhou Cripple heard what he said, he suddenly wilted,

Wang Hao saw that his expression was lonely, and he regretted that he had spoken without concealment.

"Oh, I finally went into the city today to eat a meal of noodles, be content, be content, and when Ming'er has set up the things, we have to rush back to the master's house to make grass." ”

"My father has prepared cotton, cotton, abacus, mirrors, and copper, copper coins, let, let me marry, marry the widow of Luojiakou... I don't want to.."

"Widow Luo has been a widow for three years and has never broken her shoes, there is no father and no mother above, no children and no daughters below, I saw her last time I folded her ears, she looks like she is about twenty-four or five years old, and she has a round chest and a fat buttocks, which is the Wang statue of a baby, why don't you want to be angry?"

"I, I still like it, I like Wang Xiaohua. ”

Seeing that he had come back to himself, Wang Hao finally couldn't hold back his anger and scolded: "The leper pavilion bag wants to eat heron meat!"

The two of them immediately stopped talking and ate the red noodle soup in the bowl.

Wang Hemp's mouth was eating quickly, and when he raised his head after picking up, he found that Zhou Cripple's head was almost hanging to the mouth of the bowl, the chopsticks in his hand were motionless, and the whole person seemed to be stiff and maintained a posture.

"Cripple?" Zhou Hao hurriedly picked up the chopsticks and tapped Zhou Cripple's shoulder with a clean side.