The dead grass and flames turned into powder, and disappeared with the wind, Mei Sanniang and the air floated slowly forward, after taking off the human skin, it was already ugly and hideous cheeks, and the anger around the body was even more dim Yuehua, and the shadow of the tree seemed to have a lonely ghost and this wilderness crying in a low voice, the big black clothes were even more terrifying. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That night of drizzle like silk actually caused loneliness, the first meeting in the Qinglou in Hangzhou, Wang Anxu is standing out from the crowd, today such a rich and cool, clear like a god, that "Winter Plum Proud Snow" is not only lifelike, but also the plum and the ice and snow in the proud bone depicted vividly, just with Mei Sanniang and the Qinglou in the situation, the song Wang Anshi's "Mei" is the end of Mei's heart of the loneliness.

There are a few plums in the corner, Ling Han opened it alone, and he knew that it was not snow, so there was a dark fragrance......

Mei Sanniang looked at Wang Anxu, who was inferior to this beast, but there was no trace of remorse on her plump cheeks, as if all this was taken for granted, and there was even more stubbornness and unyielding in those deep eyes, as well as a trace of disappointment and loneliness, as if all this was her own mistake......

A trace of sourness welled up in my heart, is it really wrong?

The crimson ten fingers and Wang Anxu's neck stopped, but abruptly, maybe the love is too deep, even if it is dead in his hands, just for that moment of joy, it will be again and again unbearable to ruin his life; I would rather use human skin as my body, and let him hide in this study with beauty; I would rather give up the opportunity to be reincarnated, just to grind with his ears and temples, that is, I am afraid that I will never remember him again with a bowl of Meng Po soup on the Huangquan Road......

"Don't kill my mother, my Wang Anxu does things alone! If you want to kill, kill me!"

Seeing that Mei Sanniang abruptly stopped the crimson ten fingers, Wang Anxu was quite a big husband, and stepped forward to protect the old mother who had taken refuge in Buddhism behind him, closed his eyes and blocked in front of him, but there was a look of anger on his handsome cheeks, although he closed his eyes and waited for death, he said loudly.

"Xianggong ......"

Chen Yuehui was originally a rude and willful daughter, how could she not be afraid of this ghost, seeing that her husband was about to die here, she rushed forward desperately, although the cheeks of the flower and moon were pale, she really did not take a step back.

Mei Sanniang looked at the daughter of this official eunuch's family, and now Wang Anxu's wife Chen Yuehui, the desperate and persistent cheeks are so familiar, clearly the same as the persistence that her family and Hangzhou Qinglou are waiting for, and the despair of losing her life in the raging fire is also somewhat similar, the floating figure slowly retreats, as if the bamboo leaves are as desolate and lonely as floating in the wind.

"If one day, he wants to cling to the powerful, he will also kill you......"

Mei Sanniang's messy bun fluttered in the wind, the black Luo skirt on her delicate body swayed lightly in the wind, but her tone was indescribably desolate, looking at the bright moon above the clouds, two lines of tears fell down her cheeks, and she murmured: "It's like burning me alive......"

"Sanniang, since you are dead, go and reincarnate!" Wang Anxu opened his eyes, and his handsome cheeks showed a look of pleading, but because his body was already in the way, he was never seen by his wife Chen Yuehui and his old mother.

When Mei Sanniang heard this, her delicate body was even more shaky, but her hideous cheeks were indescribably miserable, and she cried convulsively: "It's too late......"

Before the tenth month, it was the deadline for Mei Sanniang's soul to return to the underworld, just because of the obsession with the watery tenderness in the study, so that the "joy of clouds and rain" was delayed, so that the three souls and seven spirits merged into one, becoming a lonely soul and a wild ghost, and since then it has gradually disappeared, and can no longer be reincarnated.

Maybe she let go of the hatred in her heart, or maybe she was injured by Zhang Mochang's "Spirit Rune Array", the yin qi on Mei Sanniang's body at this moment actually began to drift away, and it began to blur from the black skirt, sneaking into the night with the breeze, and gradually disappeared in the cold moonlight.

Bao Wenzheng looked at Mei Sanniang's hideous cheeks with emotion, the three-foot green silk and the back of the shoulders fluttering, the graceful figure was like a jade willow supporting the wind, looking at the bright moon in the sky miserably, and in this cold moonlight, it was delicate and beautiful that he had never seen.

"Is there a way to save her?"

The crystal and soft sword light suddenly surrounded Zhang Mochang, Bao Wen covered his face with frost, and shouted coldly, he was about to kill him if he didn't agree with him.

Zhang Mochang was shocked, and blurted out: "Nine secluded streams, yellow spring water of nine secluded streams!"

The Nine Secluded Streams are located in the extreme north, and the grievances in the abyss gush out to cover the sky and the sun, almost as vast as a sea of clouds, and there has never been a distinction between day and night, and this world has become another ghost, blocking the road of yin and yang.

Nine secluded streams do not know the geometry, actually connected with the water of the Yellow Spring of the Difu, every year in July the ghost door opens, and this "there is a grudge to revenge, there is revenge and revenge" on the occasion, the water of the Yellow Spring gushes out, if the lonely soul and the wild ghost are washed with the water of the Yellow Spring, it can be solidly formed, almost the same as ordinary people.

It is also the only way to avoid Mei Sanniang's disappearance.

Bao Wenzheng took the magic weapon "Huaimu Golden Altar" presented by Zhang Mochang, and walked straight to Mei Sanniang's already gloomy body, looking at the hideous cheeks, but he didn't know how much he suffered from the fire, and his heart was also sour, and he said softly: "Mei Sanniang, I'll send you to Jiuyoujian!"

"There are a few plums in the corner, Lin Han opens it alone, and he knows that it is not snow, so he ...... for a dark fragrance"

Mei Sanniang looked at the bright moon in the sky, murmured softly, a desolate smile appeared on her hideous cheeks, and said lightly: "Sanniang has no worries, it is better to dissipate with the wind in this moonlight......"

The old woman who had converted to Buddhism burst into tears, looking at this gentle and virtuous woman, turning into black smoke drifting away in the wind, but she wanted to speak in shame.

Wang Anxu looked at Mei Sanniang, who was about to disappear, as if she was a stranger, but she didn't have a trace of remorse and pity, but a faint relief and joy appeared in those starry eyes.

"If you don't follow me to the Nine Shadows, I'll kill Wang Anxu!"

Bao Wen's front was covered with frost, for the infatuation of Mei Sanniang, and for Wang Anxu's incorruptibility and shame, he held up the "Huaimu Golden Altar" with one hand, and pinched the sword trick with the other, and drove the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" to be cold, and shrouded Wang Anxu's family.

No matter how nosy Meng Lang's actions are, he can be decorated with a sentence of chivalry and righteousness, and Bao Wenzheng's name of "Qingtian Swordsman" who walked the rivers and lakes in the past is the best "golden signboard".

Mei Sanniang looked at the handsome young man in astonishment, and forced her family to hide in the "Huaimu Golden Altar" with Wang Anxu's life and death, and escorted her to Jiuyoujian, which had already exceeded the boundary of chivalry and righteousness......

It was a pair of clear eyes, exuding a chill like snow, and clearly revealing the loneliness and pity of the autumn wind, and the handsome white cheeks, which made Mei Sanniang even more embarrassed.

But I don't know what kind of woman is fortunate enough to be with such a man......

Mei Sanniang sighed lonely, after all, she didn't want Wang Anxu to die here, and when the yin wind dissipated, she turned into a black light and hid in this "Huaimu Golden Altar".

"Do it yourself!"

Bao Wenzheng glanced at Wang Anxu coldly, holding the "Huaimu Golden Altar" in his hand, and stepped lightly on the "Qingluan Qi Immortal Sword" between his sleeves and went straight into the Qingying.

In an instant, people went to the empty building, and only Wang Anxu's family and the deputy hall of the Dragon Hall were left on this barren countryside.

"Cheng Hall Lord helps, An Xu is grateful, and he will be grateful in the future!" Wang Anxu stepped forward with a smile and bowed, still a gentle and elegant gentleman, clearly a humble heart after being slandered.

Zhang Mochang sighed after the head of the inspection: "Xiao thief, if he is not a poor and light enemy, and he has not carried a portable magic weapon, how can he leave safely......

Wang Anxu and Zhang Mochang both disdain in their hearts, and their cheeks were full of spring breeze, looking at the joy of reuniting friends for many years, and they left their wives and mothers aside.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

The old mother in the robe, looking at the sword light and the night flashing in the distance, the cheeks full of sourness and guilt were still full of tears, and she could only pray for the Buddha's blessing to alleviate An Xu's sins.

Chen Yuehui supported her mother-in-law, but she was afraid but she couldn't get a word of comfort from her husband, and she was unhappy in her heart and palpitations......