In the midwinter of 2000 AD, Tianjin did not experience a heavy snowfall.

By the twilight of the winter solstice, the sun had long since disappeared. In the parking lot of the antique city in the northeast corner, buses started one after another, carrying tourists from all over the world to the hotel. Suddenly, there was a commotion, disturbing the deserted atmosphere.

It turned out that a young man in his twenties was twisted by the arm of two security guards. He was dressed in a single shirt, shivering, his feet were torn and his shoes were torn, and his big toes were sticking out. His face was bloodless, his hair was unkempt and erect, and he knew that he was a down-and-out person.

Tourists who were about to leave gathered around to watch the excitement.

I only heard a security guard say, this little BK, we have been staring at it for several days, let's catch it today.

The other said: Don't talk to him, send him to the police station first.

Although the young man was twisted his arm, he stubbornly raised his head, without a look of shame, his eyes met the eyes of everyone, and said slowly, What did I do?

With a click, a book fell at the young man's feet, and the light was dim, which turned out to be a book of "Strange Tales from Liaozhai".

The book thief, the crowd of onlookers came to a conclusion.

What a book thief, I picked it up. The young man is still stubborn.

Bang, a loud sound, a mouth on the young man's face, it turned out to be a tourist who rushed up, sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, wearing a red hat, wrapped in a thick down jacket, very proud.

He opened his mouth and scolded, what the fuck is it, and he still steals books, and he doesn't fucking steal some money.

The young man did not reply, his eyes were first filled with anger, and then he looked at each other with white eyes, and a trace of contempt flashed at the corners of his mouth. The person who came was even angrier and wanted to rush over and continue to do it. How could everyone not stop him, presumably for the sake of the young man just stealing books. Kind words persuaded him and let him go.

The two security guards, who were self-conscious, thought that in front of everyone, they were righteous and brave, but they didn't expect that they didn't ignite everyone's interest, so they had to let the young man go, and they put their hands into their sleeves and left side by side.

The crowd dispersed and got into the car. As if the excitement just now had never happened, the young man bent down and took "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" into his arms.

Silently reciting in the mouth, the Lingtai has its own round tree, and the local scenery is the Buddha's sky. The Lingtai has its own round tree, and the local scenery is Buddha's sky.

Buddha God, Buddha God, when will I Wu Zhen be able to cultivate the true Tao. Just picking up the "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" abandoned by others can't prove his innocence, is there a mediocrity everywhere in the world who only recognizes clothes and doesn't recognize people?

Wu Zhen sighed and wanted to leave. Suddenly, a voice behind him said, his voice was hoarse, like an old man.

The red dust is three thousand feet, and I always thought that Lu Zu's words of gold and stone had long been saved, but I didn't expect to hear it here today.

Wu Zhen said secretly, it is rare to meet a bosom friend here, and he actually knows the famous words in "Lu Zu on the Whole Truth". Turning around, I saw a black shadow slowly pacing out from behind the shrimp stone, and as the visitor walked into the light, the light also carved a face on his face. His eyes were as resolute as stone, cold as iron, all black, and he stood as tall as a javelin. Looking at it, he is in his twenties, but his voice is hoarse like an old man.

I'm Leng Chunqiu, are you?

Wu Zhen!

I opened a small shop in this antique city, just to make a living, just listened to the words of the old man, looked at the old man's trip, I feel that I am not a mortal, I want to invite you to the small shop to talk, how about it?

Wu Zhen agreed without thinking about it, the weather was too cold, his body was already numb, only his mind was clear, and the cold wind penetrated the thin clothes, like an initiation, making him energetic and sober.

Three big characters, Gu Jing Zhai.

Leng Chunqiu: This is a small shop, please come in.

The two of them sat down. The warm wind hit his face, and there were scattered passers-by outside the window, wrapped in clothes.

Wu Zhen raised his eyes and looked carefully at the store, it was also usual, couplets, ancient paintings, porcelain, placed in a staggered and orderly manner, an HP notebook, in a small fish tank, the water and grass were green, swimming around. Wu Zhen couldn't help but be gloomy, but he didn't feel envious.

At this time, Leng Chunqiu was also looking at Wu Zhen, in his twenties, but he gave people a sense of vicissitudes, his eyes were as bright as the sea, but he was as thin as frost.

Wu Zhendao, thank you Brother Leng. It's so cold, let me take shelter for a while.

Leng Chunqiu suddenly turned over and knelt down, Brother Wu saved me.

Wu Zhen was shocked, and hurriedly helped Leng Chunqiu, but his hands were like being on iron, colder than the midwinter outside.

As long as Brother Wu promises to save me, I will get up.

Wu Zhen could only agree first.

Leng Chunqiu got up, but his eyes turned to the door, the cold light was shining, as if he wanted to see through the night, at this time, the night was thick.

Leng Chunqiu lowered the curtain. whispered, does Brother Wu know why my shop is called Gu Jingzhai?

Wu Zhen shook his head.

Leng Chunqiu said, Brother Wu must have heard the story of the reunion of the broken mirror. Xu Deyan, a concubine of the Southern Dynasty, was afraid that he would be scattered after the war with his wife and it would be difficult to recognize him after the war, so he broke a bronze mirror and took half of it with his wife as a proof of seeing each other again in the future. Later, Xu Deyan really relied on half a mirror to find his wife and reunite. Today, this mirror is in my small shop.

Wu Zhen smiled and said, how can there be such a coincidence, idioms are only idioms, who will take them seriously.

Leng Chunqiu was silent, his hands only flickered on the Duobao Pavilion, but there was an extra brocade box in his hand out of thin air.

Leng Chunqiu said, in ancient times, people used water to shine on the surface, after the invention of bronze ware, the copper basin was used to hold water to identify the shape, which is the saying "in view of water". In ancient times, the bronze mirror was used as a ritual vessel for sacrifice, and it was generally enjoyed by kings and nobles from the Warring States period to the Qin Dynasty, and the Han Dynasty slowly went to the people. Until the end of the Ming Dynasty, there began to be glass as a mirror. After Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty, glass began to flourish among the people. Until the early years of the Republic of China, there were still copper mirrors in a few remote areas.

You look at this mirror. Leng Chunqiu said as he pulled Wu Zhen over, opened the brocade box, and a yellow light flashed.

Let's go in! Leng Chunqiu shouted, Wu Zhen was pushed vigorously in the back, and he couldn't help but pounce forward.

Wu Zhen stood still, the white light was dazzling on all sides, boundless, up and down, back and back, left and right, completely unsupported, strangely, but he did not fall, nor did he fly, he could only walk slowly. There seemed to be the sound of wind whining in my ears.

Wu Zhen scolded, Leng Chunqiu, you bastard. As soon as he finished scolding, Leng Chunqiu suddenly flashed in front of him, Wu Zhen stepped forward and grabbed Leng Chunqiu's throat, the strange thing was that Leng Chunqiu, who was as cold as iron, did not stop him. Let your hands choke.

Wu Zhen exerted a little force, and Leng Chunqiu's body fell to the ground weakly, his eyes without complaint or anger.

I killed someone, I killed someone. When he looked at it again, another Leng Chunqiu stood in front of him, and Wu Zhen strangled Leng Chunqiu again.

If this is the case five times, Wu Zhenxin suddenly has no anger in his heart, and Leng Chunqiu no longer appears.

At this time, suddenly countless flying swords were transformed in the sky, and on each flying sword, there were Taoist swords flying, flying in the air, Wu Zhen was overjoyed, and finally saw the immortal in his dreams.

The Edgeworthie priests, shuttling through the air, suddenly shouted in unison, not seeing, not hearing, and having no hue. Blind to it, unhearable to it, and self-hueless. Blind to it, unhearable to it, and self-hueless. The sound was as loud as the sea, emptying out, as if it was about to shatter the eardrums.

Suddenly, a very small voice whispered in my ear, break the obsession, and see the truth!