The phoenix cried, and the dragon watched.

Don't be surprised, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court.

Go and stay unintentionally, wandering with the clouds outside the sky.

The familiar breath in his consciousness guided the way, leading the people to this place...

The east wing, the small courtyard building, is quiet.

The beautiful trees are verdant, the strange flowers are splendid, a wisp of clear stream, with the flowers and trees deep in the stone gap. The flying building is inserted into the air, the carved and embroidered sill, and the jagged pavilions are all hidden between the mountain cols and trees. Looking down at it, I saw the green stream and the jade, and the stone pierced through the clouds. Three or two birds, quietly watching the shadow of the alley.

A green shirt is elegant, and a black dress is cold.

The person who came had been standing in front of the door for a long, long time. The palm holding the dragon knocker couldn't fall for a long time, and he was nervous, but he still thought twice.

Looking around, there are faint figures swaying at both ends of the alley, birds and birds looking down on the treetops overhead, and flowers and trees gurgling in the spring, as if everything here is waiting for the moment when the dragon knock knocks on the wooden door. Tsing Yi was waiting, but he couldn't say anything now. The people behind the door were also waiting, although they were a little anxious, but their indifferent temperament made it impossible for her to speak before the door was knocked.

“......”

For a long time...

Mo Xian slowly turned his head and looked at Xia Xun as if asking for help.

Xia Xun shook his head and said nothing, feeling very funny. The sword mountain and the sea of fire, Mo Xian has never flinched, but now in the face of a woman who has haunted her for many years, she doesn't dare to take a step, which is funny when you think about it. Thinking about it, Xia Xun didn't bother to think about it anymore, and suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Mo Xian's shoulder and pushed it forward!

"Da-da..."

Mo Xian was knocked into the wooden door, and the dragon knocker he was holding in his hand also hit the auxiliary head, making a dull knocking sound. Mo Xian's face turned pale suddenly, and he glared at Xia Xun fiercely.

Xia Xun smiled silently.

"Whew..."

It didn't take long for crisp footsteps to come from behind the wooden door, and soon the wooden door was pushed open from the inside out...

Sheng Xue is white, and he wears a robe.

His demeanor is handsome and cold, and his eyes are bright.

Wearing a dragon back to the sun crown, two strands of silver satin hanging down the waist, white and greasy, about six feet tall. The person who opened the door was none other than the Dao Gu who appeared on the mountain gate martial arts field not long ago. She stood behind the door, coldly examined the two men outside the door, did not say a word or say anything, and then turned and walked back into the house.

"Uh..."

Mo Xian looked a little overwhelmed, but before he could have an idea, Xia Xun, who was standing behind him, pushed him vigorously and coldly, and once again pushed Mo Xian's whole person over the threshold.

"Eh~"

There was a bit of embarrassment, but I finally got through.

The two entered the room one after another, and then gently closed the wooden door. The birds in the treetops flapped their wings and flew high, and the sneaky figures at both ends of the deep alleys came out of the shadows one after another, whispering sparsely and suspiciously. It's the plot that's very different from what I imagined...

Don't they have a grudge?

What's going on?

Inside the small building.

Light fragrance, long and pure.

There was only one person in the small building at the moment.

Rosewood is carved into tables and chairs, hollowed out and carved with delicate patterns, and on the wooden table are two bowls of cold noodle soup and two plates of dumplings that are still warm. On the desk near the bamboo window, there are a few pieces of rice paper and a few brushes, but there is a lack of ink. The newly hung window screen was as white as snow, fluttering with the wind blowing outside the window. The lonely girl sat quietly on the wooden chair by the window, coldly looking at the dumbfounded man in front of her.

Mo Xian was very flustered, and he was completely at a loss.

He had been like this since he approached the alley outside the small building, and even more so when he entered the house. looked at the woman sitting by the window in a daze, as if he had forgotten even his breathing, not to mention the words that Xia Xun taught him before leaving.

He was stunned for a long time, until Xia Xun behind him was really unable to see it, and then gently pushed him, Mo Xian came back to his senses, clenched his fists and said stiffly: "In Xia Yueyang Seven Star Courtyard - Mo Xian." ”

Xia Xun put down the box containing pen and ink, and then hugged his fists and said: "Xia Xun in Xia Dongzhou." ”

The thin lips opened slightly, and he coldly spit out two words: "Mo Yan." ”

The woman's voice is very good, like an empty valley orchid, and like a winter wind, but unfortunately there are too few words and too cold. After two words, the wind blew in winter and stopped. The small room here is back to the deserted room it was before. Mo Xian's thoughts at this time, Xia Xun couldn't guess it. The space without words is so monotonous, and the indifference between the two of them at the moment is really embarrassing for him, and he always feels that it is a big mistake for him to appear here today. It's just that if he doesn't come, he can't throw his hand and leave Mo Xian alone. So in desperation, Xia Xun had no choice but to point to the noodle soup on the rosewood table, and bluntly helped to move the stubble, and said: "Miss Mo, these two bowls of Yangchun noodles were specially brought by senior brother from the south of the city, and they taste good." It's good to eat it while it's hot, but if it's cold, it won't taste good. ”

“......”

The stones fall into the sea, and the words are redundant.

After talking for a long time, no one should answer.

Like the wind blowing dead wood, bleak and sorrowful.

Xia Xun was suddenly extremely embarrassed, he was basically sure that in the eyes of these two indifferent men and women at the moment, he and the air were almost the same quality. was ignored, and suddenly Xia Xun had no temper, it was enough to do the hot thing with a cold ass once, and he would not be that fool again. Xia Xun took two steps, moved away from the chair, and sat down at the rosewood table, no longer making a sound or wasting expressions, just waiting to see what tricks these two wooden people could drum up and how long they could do it.

Actually, Xia Xun originally planned to go upstairs. Ever since he was close to the small building three hundred zhang away, his divine sense had already sensed that there were two people in the small building. There was another person upstairs. Although the woman upstairs was a thousand colder than the one now, at least Xia Xun could still talk to her without embarrassment. It's just that considering that the upstairs is a girl's boudoir, and there is a big feud of life and death in front of him, it is against the etiquette if he is uninvited. Therefore, in the end, Xia Xun had no choice but to give up this idea.

"Sha..."

Half an hour...

The shadows of the trees gradually move over the windowsill as the sun shines in the west.

The smoke rising from the Xuan furnace curled slowly and gradually weakened. In the end, he still couldn't survive the ravages of time, burned out the red sandalwood in the stove, and turned into a wisp of smoke and dust floating out of the window. The atmosphere of silence lasted for half an hour. Mo Xian stood there for half an hour, and the Taoist aunt named Mo Yan also sat on the windowsill for half an hour, and Xia Xun was about to fall asleep. The extremely embarrassing scene was maintained until even the woman upstairs couldn't stand it...

"Aggressive~"

Suddenly...

The beads fell on the jade plate, and the upstairs seemed to have broken something.

The crunch sound, like the needle and thread of a girl's embroidery, gently pierced through the silent air. Immediately afterward, a small white chess piece bounced and fell down the pine staircase. Bumped into each other, rolled and jumped, and finally naughty fell in front of the staircase, lying down quietly. Xia Xun glanced at the chess pieces, and immediately understood the intention of the woman upstairs. Her things were dropped, and naturally she had to be picked up for her. Without much thought or words, Xia Xun stood up gently, put the wooden chair back in its place, took a few steps to pick up the chess pieces that fell to the ground, and walked directly upstairs.

Xia Xun left.

In the meantime, there are only two people left.

And then, even these two people are gone...

Xia Xun went upstairs with his front feet, and the woman in white who sat on the edge of the windowsill stood up on her back feet, then pushed open the wooden door and walked out of the small building. Mo Xian followed closely behind and closed the wooden door. During this period, the two did not say a word, and they didn't even make a name for exchange, it was the front foot and the back foot, as if they had been agreed a long time ago. made an appointment to wait for Xia Xun to go upstairs, and they left.

And that's probably the case.

The existence of Xia Xun and the woman upstairs is like two bright candles. There are so many places up and down the small building, even the chess pieces can easily fall from the second floor to the first floor, as long as these two candles are there, Mo Xian and Mo Yan don't want to have room to speak, because their affairs are all private matters. And Xia Xun always sat quietly beside him, it was reasonable, Mo Xian and Mo Yan could not leave him alone, let alone drive him and the woman upstairs out of the small building. Therefore, the fall of the chess pieces and Xia Xun took the chess pieces upstairs, the relationship between the two before and after, no matter how you look at it, seems to be a deliberately created excuse. An excuse for Mo Xian and Mo Yan to leave this small building justifiably.

"Sha..."

The second floor of the small building.

On the railing of the green shirt, the white clothes lie on the pillow.

A few wisps of sandalwood can still be smelled, and the snow on all sides is cold for a while.

Yue Yang's farewell grudge has not been resolved, and now the resentment is deeper.

Xia Xun walked out of the stairs slowly, his expression was flat and slightly playful, and there was a slight disgust in the playfulness. In a white world, he smelled sandalwood, looked at the figure behind the white curtain, and played with the chess pieces he picked up in his hand. said lightly: "You lost it a little late." ”

"I just woke up. ”

"You're just in time. ”

"Excessive. ”

The merciless and cold voice was like a cold wind on a high mountain, blowing out from behind the white curtain. Xia Xun heard a pimple. Coupled with the vast white sea of yarn around him, he couldn't help but recall the last time he met this woman. That game of chess, that sword piercing the heart, is so ruthless and unreasonable.

It's scary to think about it now...

"You seem to like throwing things away. ”

“......”

The woman behind the curtain did not reply, because Xia Xun's words had a deep meaning.

It's about the last time, when he was in Yueyang, he almost lost the porcelain cup that broke the ground when Xia Xun died. Xia Xun walked a few steps, came to the white gauze curtain, looked at the shadow inside lightly through the curtain again, and asked, "Where did you know about Mo Xian?"

The miserable white eyes, even the pupils were miserable white, and the woman also looked at the figure outside through the curtain: "The next day of the Lantern Festival, Yueyang Beiye." ”

"There's a saint enchantment, you shouldn't be able to see it. Xia Xun said.

The pale slender hand took out a few old letterheads from the hidden compartment of the small table and placed them on the countertop: "Many times, traces and information will be more real and accurate than what the eye can see. ”

"Oh?"

Xia Xun was slightly different, and glanced at the letterhead on the desk through the curtain.

The so-called scheming is not separated, and they are both Taoist people, Xia Xun knows very well what traces Mo Xian left when Yueyang Yingshui was chased and killed by the Emperor River. I know more clearly how difficult it is to deduce the secret behind Mo Xian with these limited traces. Ask yourself in your heart, if it were him, Xia Xun might not be able to do it to this extent.

"Admire. ”

Xia Xun paddled his fists, then turned out the chess pieces sandwiched in the palm of his hand, and turned to the front: "But admire your admiration, I should return everything you have lost." ”

"Waiting for you at any time. ”

"May I come in?"

"Take off your shoes. ”

words, one sentence is more urban than the other.

Xia Xun didn't hesitate much, stepped on the front heel with his back foot and took off his canvas boots. Lift the snow-white curtain and go behind the scenes...

White.

A real white world then unfolded in front of Xia Xun's eyes.

The snow-white goose feather bed, the snow-white tea cabinet chessboard, the snow-white people and clothes, there is no trace of blood or a trace of different color. Aside from the shadows, she looks like a doll made of Su Xue, placed in the middle of the snow. The snow and people merge into one, and the white is so white that people panic from the bottom of their hearts. The white chess pieces were scattered messily on the chessboard, and a few fell between the feather quilts, and one fell into the white porcelain cup, quietly soaked in tea...

Xia Xun looked a little confused: "What kind of chess are you playing here?"

"Feng Shui gossip. ”

"Oh..."

Xia Xun nodded slightly, and his head immediately realized.

Feng Shui is the aspect of the earth, Bagua is the celestial phenomenon, and the unity of the two is fortune telling, and the way of fortune telling.

Xia Xun then looked at the chess pieces scattered around him again. This time he looked very carefully, and his eyes slowly showed his wonderful look. After watching it for a long time, Xia Xun also thought for a long time, and Fang Xian was a little surprised: "The white tiger is in trouble, and the white dragon falls to the ground and suffers." The cold plum falls into the lonely pool, and the snow flies and the frost flies. This is all a hexagram. ”

“......”

The woman didn't say anything, sat quietly and watched.

Xia Xun thought about it for a while, shook his head disapprovingly, and said again: "It's strange." The world is endless, and there are gaps in the number of days, so how can such a dangerous hexagram have no chance of life?

Only then did the woman reply, "Perhaps." ”

"Where is it?" Xia Xun asked.

"In your hands. ”

The pale eyes slowly moved down Xia Xun's right hand: "It is the glimmer of life in this hexagram." ”

"Uh..."

The index finger touched the bridge of his nose, and Xia Xun seemed a little hesitant: "But it has jumped out of the square circle, and it is not in your hexagram, how can it be counted in numerology?"

"But isn't it back now?"

"Is that okay?"

"Okay. ”

“......”