The night market in Hangzhou is much bigger than Qiantang, and it is also much more lively and prosperous, the wine flags on the street are displayed, the fragrance is fragrant, and it will close in the middle of the night, and the merchants and vendors are lined up on the street, and the cries of selling come and go.

Qiao Chen walked slowly on the street, while Wu Qiuyue was slowly floating beside him, with a bit of excitement and novelty on his face, looking left and right, his eyes were wandering, just afraid that he would miss something.

She has been a ghost for many years, and she was oppressed by the ghost king in the past, and she had to come out every night to steal people's yang.

Qiao Chen'an was the only one who could see her so pretty and lively on the whole street, and when she saw her look like a little girl, she was also a little happy for her, and Wu Qiuyue was able to do this, which showed that she had come out of the shadow of the former ghost king.

Looking around, I saw a stall selling jewelry not far away, so I wanted to buy one for her, but when I walked to the stall, I remembered that Wu Qiuyue was a soul body and couldn't wear it at all, so I couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Recently, Wu Qiuyue has been by his side all the time, serving tea and water, changing clothes and talking, and he will forget the identity of Wu Qiuyue's ghost from time to time.

Wu Qiuyue was attracted by the gadgets on the side of the road, and did not follow, looking up at Qiao Chen'an's location, and the faint sadness on his face, with her intelligence, she had already guessed what she was thinking, and said with a smile: "The night is wonderful, why don't you send me a poem?"

Qiao Chen'an looked back, and happened to see who was performing in the distance and setting off lanterns, flying into the evening sky in clusters, gorgeous and magnificent. The street is full of people, the ears are full of the laughter of pedestrians, the fragrance of wine is permeated, Wu Qiuyue has a gorgeous appearance, standing in the shadows and looking at herself with a smile like a flower.

It's both real and illusory, like a dream.

He felt something in his heart, and naturally said:

"Thousands of trees bloom at night in the east wind. More blows down, stars like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. Moth snow willow golden wisps. The laughter is full of dark fragrance.

The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. ”

Wu Qiuyue listened to him finish chanting this poem, her eyes blinked lightly, and she subconsciously muttered and repeated: "Suddenly looking back, that person is there, and the lights are dim......"

I don't know what I remembered, so I said softly: "Okay, that's good!"

When he came to Qiao Chen'an, his eyes were shining, and he smiled lightly: "Is Childe a poem written just for me?"

Qiao Chenan nodded, "Yes!"

I silently added another sentence in my heart, it was indeed specially copied to send it to you.

"Then when I go back, Childe must write down this poem and give it to me!"

She smiled a little slyly.

"If you like it, I'll give you a few hundred!"

Wu Qiuyue looked at Qiao Chen'an in a daze, but saw the latter looking at her with a smile, with the most sincere care in his eyes, and suddenly made up some kind of determination in his heart at this moment, and said, "Childe, send me to Longmen Mountain tomorrow!"

Qiao Chenan was surprised when he heard this: "What are you doing in Longmen Mountain?!"

"Of course it's to practice! What does Childe think? Qiuyue can't be a wandering spirit for a lifetime, right?" Wu Qiuyue smiled brightly.

Although her words were very light, Qiao Chenan heard a strange resoluteness from them, so she had to nod in agreement, but she felt a little troubled for no reason along the way, as if she had lost something.

......

Longmen Mountain is located outside the city of Hangzhou, is one of the mountains surrounding the city of Hangzhou, the mountain is high, the peaks and peaks are stacked, the scenery is beautiful, it can be said that it is the spirit of Zhongtiandi, the Huaying of the mountains and rivers.

On the mountain path, Qiao Chen'an walked slowly, stepping on the fallen leaves and making a squeaky sound, like playing a free and melodious piano music. Although the weather is cold, there are many hardy trees on the mountain that have sprouted new shoots, and when you look up, you can see yellow and green, like a landscape painting splashed with ink.

And he was the only person in the painting.

The wood fell and the cool breeze was blowing, Qiao Chen'an walked with a walk, no joy and no worries in his heart, and he was clear.

Lang Lang Qiankun, brilliant sun and moon, although the heaven and earth are big, they are all in my heart, but this feeling is something he could not experience in his previous life.

After a short time, he had already come to the depths of Longmen Mountain, Wu Qiuyue's figure appeared, floating beside him, and said, "Son, let's go back, don't send it again!"

Qiao Chen'an nodded suddenly, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the rich heaven and earth vitality that filled him, almost slightly induced, before he opened his eyes and said: "This is really a good place, you can practice here with peace of mind! ”

Longmen Mountain is far away from the red dust, and it is indeed an excellent place to cultivate.

Wu Qiuyue slowly drifted towards the mountain, walked about ten steps, and suddenly turned around, a sweet smile bloomed on her pale face, "Childe remember to come to see me often!"

Qiao Chenan agreed with a smile, and watched the back of the Yiren get farther and farther away, until it disappeared, then he sighed lightly and went down the mountain.

The perspective is pulled to the far distance, there is a huge blue rock with a length and width of several zhang on the side of Longmen Mountain, a few clumps of dead leaves lazily hang on the rock wall, swaying with the wind, occasionally three or two pieces fall, and then disappear like a butterfly.

There is a little bit of white in the blue, as if it is snow in the next year, and if you look closely, you will find that it is a monk who looks about sixty years old and wears a moon-white monk's robe.

I saw the monk sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, his face was ruddy, his eyebrows were kind, his expression was serene, he was sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, the monk's robe swayed with the wind, and the whole person sat there, as if he was in harmony with the surrounding heaven and earth, and there was a far-reaching sense of meditation.

After a long time, the monk slowly got up, stood still from the bluestone, opened his long-closed eyes, his eyes were full of compassion, looked into the distance, and said, "Amitabha!"

The sound is like a bell, shaking the mountains.

Qiao Chen got off Tianmen Mountain and walked all the way to the city of Hangzhou, but he didn't want to enjoy the scenery along the road, Wu Qiuyue had often been by his side these days, and now he suddenly left, but he felt a little uncomfortable.

Subconsciously touched the locust wood card on his waist, and he said in his heart that he was afraid that it would be idle for a long time.

However, he was happy for it from the bottom of his heart, he could get the help of the aura of heaven, earth, mountains and rivers, presumably Wu Qiuyue's cultivation would be much faster, this was a thing worth celebrating, the sooner he cultivated his body, the sooner he had to be happy.

If you are not a ghost, how can you know the suffering of ghosts? If you are not a living person, how can you understand the joys and sorrows of the world?

When he came to the entrance of the alley of the academy, he saw a somewhat familiar figure standing outside the courtyard gate.