The great monk was still chanting, and Sakurako was assigned to another room, where it only belonged to girls.

Outside the mountain gate, occasionally a few crows flew by, making a seeping croak.

"Donor, do you feel a little upset and irritable?" The great monk was chanting, but he didn't sleep, he was very awake, and he began to chat with him on the night of the funeral.

"Yes! This is the first time in my life that I have lived in the same room with a monk. ”

The great monk said: "This is your honor, hasn't the donor noticed that this river and lake has changed? At least it is different from the rivers and lakes you know, it ...... It's more real. ”

Yes, the rivers and lakes are more real, so real that you can't tell the difference between virtual and reality, so real that you can make your heart ache for something.

The same is true for laughter, and the same is true for ghost hands.

Is it your own sentimentality, easy to bring the virtual into reality, or is it that the rivers and lakes are people's hearts, once you are close, you know what is fearful.

I don't dare to think about it on the night of the funeral, and I don't think about it, many of them are like this, they are constantly cut, and they are still messy.

The great monk knocked on the wooden fish and recited the scriptures, he was very wise, of course, he did not look like a decent monk.

He said that he was from Dalin Temple, from a famous family, and a martial arts sect, but he didn't like the rules of Dalin Temple, and always felt that it was a chain that could bind a person's dreams and freedom, and he was unhappy.

So...... took advantage of the time when Uncle Shi and Zhou Gong were playing chess, and since then he has wandered the rivers and lakes and become a free flower monk.

The funeral night was upset, and there were too many things to do, and he couldn't figure it out.

Although the Iron Sword Gate is shabby, at least it is not the same as imagined.

But this place is clean, even if there are many people, even if the snoring is like thunder at night, but this place can really calm people's hearts, and the heart is calm in the depths of yin!

He couldn't sleep on the night of the funeral, and he was not used to listening to monks knocking on wooden fish and chanting scriptures.

He walked out of the room alone and came to the courtyard, where the moonlight was so bright that he could see it without lighting the lamp.

There was no gazebo in the courtyard, but tables and chairs made of stone, and next to the pond, there were a few evergreens, which grew luxuriantly.

Where to sit on the night of the funeral, enjoying the tranquility of a person, without strife or deceit.

Suddenly, the wind rose in the sky, not naturally, but a white shadow floating over.

The night of the funeral can be seen clearly, it is not an illusion, but a person, a person flying through the air, like a legendary ghost.

His light skills are outstanding in the martial arts in the south of the city, but they are only limited to land flying, he has never seen light skills that can volley the void, what kind of cultivation does this have to be to reach this level?

The white shadow that floated by also seemed to have discovered the person in the courtyard where you enjoyed solitude, and she was also curious, why everyone was drunk and you woke up alone, why everyone was walking around with your eyes wide open?

"You...... Can't you sleep?" the man asked, a girl, and her voice was sweet, like Wu Ziyan's voice.

"Yes!" "Yes!" The funeral night felt a little hairy, in the middle of the night, what kind of supernatural are you playing, it feels like Nie Xiaoqian.

The woman floated down.

Yes, she floated down, and her light skills were really incomparable, like a fairy descending to earth.

"I can't sleep either, I'm so panicked, you can chat with me!"

On the night of the funeral, I felt that happiness came too quickly, so fast that Lian couldn't even react to it, was this a dream?

She is not a player, and the night of the funeral is very clear, in fact, the current NPCs are no different from the players, they seem to have their own souls and meanings.

They can do what they want, but they are not as flexible as the player, and something seems to be missing.

It's like the Iron Sword Gate, there were no weddings or anything before, and even if there were, it was only a small-scale, and it was a hidden mission.

In short, this happens very rarely.

On the night of the funeral, I suddenly thought of what the great monk said, and he said that the rivers and lakes had changed.

Yes, this Jianghu has really changed, and it is qualitatively different from the "previous life".

But when did this phenomenon begin?

I don't know about the funeral night, but he really likes the feeling in front of him.

The girl is beautiful, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as flawless, her eyes are like the bright moon in the night sky, clear and bright.

Every move is so provocative that you can't resist it.

"Have you ever had to do something you had to?" the woman asked.

He didn't speak on the night of the funeral, in fact, he was very nervous, and he also hoped to have a deformed love similar to Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian.

And the woman in front of her is really suitable for longing, even if it's just a dream, you can be very satisfied.

But he doesn't know how to flirt with his sister, he is not very experienced in this area, when he was in the fighting area before, Qingyang Fengxue was the first girl he was tempted to, whether virtual or real.

Can...... But at that time, it was all Qingyang Fengxue who took the initiative, and it was active with a purpose, just like ...... Sakurako now.

So I don't know how to flirt with my sister on the night of the funeral.

"Yes! I have!" After thinking for a long time, the funeral night still spoke out, and he talked endlessly about his experience, and there were shadows of clear wind and snow in the story, shadows of laughter, and of course, shadows of ghost hands.

He hovers between love and hate, he struggles with belief and unbelief, and he suffers and feels that these tragedies should not have happened to him.

So he felt that a lot of what he did was done as a last resort.

The story of the funeral night will be very delicate, and even his own emotions will be completely integrated.

It's just that he didn't know that at that moment...... The woman's palm almost reached the back of his head.

This is a person whose martial arts are no less than Wu Ziyan, and how much damage her blow can cause, needless to say, she will not know how powerful it is.

But at the last moment, the woman stopped, and instead of killing the killer on the night of the funeral, she patiently listened to his story.

Sometimes it's laughing, sometimes it's silent.

The story of the funeral night was finally finished, and his mood seemed to be much better, which was like a floodport, and the funeral night drained all his unhappiness.

The woman sighed and said, "The reason why people are suffering is because there are too many bonds, and sometimes you see the appearance, but you don't see the true thoughts hidden under the surface. ”

Funeral Night was stunned, he didn't understand this sentence, he felt a little esoteric, and a little inexplicable!

"In short, do it as you like, be yourself, but you can't be blind, and don't be too disturbed by the unexpected world!"

The funeral night is still confused, he likes to go straight, for example, the tree is to say, don't talk about this is a green plant.

But he was still very happy, because he chatted with the beautiful NPC tonight, and he talked a lot, and the conversation was also speculative, and he could blow it for a while.

This is satisfaction, satisfaction without a cause, even if it's just a listen, or a smile.

"Alright, it's getting late, I have to go back!" the woman floated up the wall and stood on the ridge of the wall, looking at the vision of the funeral night.

She...... It's beautiful.

"My name is Tang Shishi, you can call me Shishi, I'm sure we'll meet again!"

(End of chapter)