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The moon is misty, and there are no stars tonight. I don't know when, the weather in this town suddenly changed, and the moon was still sparse and cloudless. And at this moment, the clouds were heavy, covering the originally bright moonlight, dark and gloomy. Listen carefully, the wind is blowing, and the whistle is not stopping. The whole town has long been closed, only on the two quiet and uninhabited bluestone streets, those leaves blown off by the wind fall to the ground, and then blown by the narrow wind, and finally return to the dark and dark depths of the bluestone street. The wild cat was silent, and only the black shadow, in the howling wind, suddenly jumped from one side of the street to the other, and frightened the man who beat the watchman, and threw the drum in his hand and fell to the ground. After looking closely, I realized that it was just the figure of a wild cat, and I couldn't help cursing a few times. Then he sighed helplessly and re-lit the candle. Picked up the drum, gently banged in the bluestone street, and then let out a distant low call: "Spring prayer and autumn report, Kangning is Zhen, Jiahe, Shen Shi ......" In addition to these, there seems to be the waves of the nearby sea of burials blown by the wind, and there is a distant tide sound, and there seems to be a salty and humid breath in the air from that direction. Lin Yizhi, Guan Dekuan and Nangong Yijin came out of the main hall, and they had already found that it was late at night, and the wind had already risen at some point, and the wind was blowing so much that people couldn't open their eyes. The clothes on his body were also hung around, and he struggled. There was also a slight chill and dampness in the wind. The three of them couldn't help but speed up their pace and walked towards the wing room where they lived. There is a distance between the wing room and the main hall, through a cobblestone path and a deep corridor. The three of them walked in the wind under the red light of the little maid. Walk along the cobblestone path and you will find a deep promenade in front of you. The three of them were walking along, when they suddenly felt that there seemed to be a dilapidated room on the left side of the front, and the lights in the room were faintly flickering. Lin Yizhi looked at it from a distance, it seemed to be a long-abandoned firewood house. When the firewood room is locked, the light spills out from the cracks in the door panel of the firewood room. Lin Yizhi was a little puzzled, this was obviously a firewood house that had long been abandoned, and he didn't notice that the lights were flickering here when he came from his residence, why did he return late tonight, but there were lights flickering here? He didn't greet anyone beforehand, he walked a few steps by himself, came to the door of this firewood house, and then looked through the gap to see why there were lights. It's just that Lin Yizhi just came to the door, and he heard a strange sound from inside, which seemed to be a low wheezing sound, like a human voice, but it was not quite like it. The wheezing sound was ho-ho, some terrifying, some terrifying. Lin Yizhi was hesitating, the little guy with the red lantern hurriedly walked a few steps, and said with a smile on his face: "Lin Shaoxia, it's windy in the middle of the night, why don't you stand here and not leave?" Lin Yizhi asked casually: "This little brother, where is this?" The little guy smiled and said: "This is one of the firewood houses in our Xue Mansion, like our Xue Mansion, there are three or four such firewood houses!" Lin Yizhi nodded and said, "I don't know what this firewood house is used for on weekdays?" This was originally the place where we Xue Fu tun grain and rice, and the harvest in Dongyu Town has not been good in the past six months, and it is always rainy, so our lord distributed the grain and rice in this firewood house to the villagers in the town. Today, only one firewood house still has grain and rice, and all that is left is abandoned. Lin Yizhi nodded, and asked very casually: "Little brother, why did I pass by here when I went to the main hall, there was no light in this firewood room, why was there still light when I returned? And I seem to hear the sound of ho-ho wheezing inside, isn't there something closed inside?" The little guy heard this, and hurriedly waved his hand and said without thinking: "Every night, all the firewood rooms in our house will be lit up, which is ordered by the master, one is to prevent rats, and the other is to prevent theft, with a bright light, rats and thieves will not dare to enter." As for what Shaoxia just said, when he heard the sound of wheezing, it should be the yellow dog of the Xue Mansion. Lin Yizhi nodded quietly, thinking in his heart, if he did what this little guy said, it was not impossible, and he no longer doubted him in his heart, smiled faintly, and then turned around and walked towards the corridor. Guan Dekuan said with a smile: "My brother became interested in the firewood house in the middle of the night, don't you want to move in and live?" Lin Yizhi didn't answer, just shook his head and smiled, and the three of them continued to walk towards their residence under the leadership of the little guy. Just walked to the bend in front of him, Lin Yizhi quietly turned around and glanced slowly at the shining firewood room again. The figures of the three turned left and right, getting farther and farther away from the firewood room, but the low ho ho and gasp at the firewood room was still there, and it never stopped...... When the three of them came to their lodgings, the little servant saluted them again, and then turned away with the red lantern in his hand. Nangong Yijin jumped to his feet, his face and nose were red from the cold wind, rubbed his hands, and was the first to push open the door and walk in. Lin Yizhi and Guan Dekuan saw him so embarrassed, looked at each other and smiled, and then walked in. Nangong Yijin saw that everyone had walked into the room, so he closed the door and tightened the latch. Then he took three steps and two steps to the window, closed all the windows on the left and right, and then said, as if he had finished speaking, "The wind is rising, and it looks like it is going to rain at night...... Close tightly, close tightly and be careful of cold. Guan Dekuan teased him: "Old Dao, I think you were frightened by Xue Lichang's words, are you afraid that the lewd demon will take you away? You have to rest assured, that lewd demon has no interest in you bad old man, he only likes beautiful girls!" Nangong Yijin glared at him, and then ran to the corner to the side, fiddling with the pot of flowers he asked for from Xue Xianzong-Seven-Star Dragon Rouge. He seemed to be in love with this seven-star dragon rouge, and he picked it up for a while and looked at it carefully, and then put his nose close to the small purple flower, and couldn't stop sniffing the faint fragrance. Lin Yizhi didn't have anything, he walked to the table in the room alone, poured a bowl of tea casually, and secretly sorted out his thoughts while tasting tea. His thoughts may still be on the firewood room just now, and he faintly feels that the firewood room does not seem to be as simple as the little guy said, and the wheezing sound is really the voice of a yellow dog? Maybe it is, maybe it is not quite like it, but what else can it be if it is not the voice of a yellow dog? Eight years ago, Lin Yizhi had a yellow dog when he was in Fengling Village, and that yellow dog really brought a lot of joy to Lin Yizhi's childhood. Now, the Fengling Tomb is deserted, things are not people, and the yellow dog has long been a dead soul under the knife. Lin Yizhi suddenly missed the old days. However, those who can't go back can't go back, and no matter how you think about it, it's just a futile injury. When the yellow dog was gnawing on the bones, the ho-ho gasp sound was probably the same as the sound coming from the firewood room just now. Lin Yizhi suddenly felt that he might have another pet, but fortunately, he would not be so lonely in his long life on the run. In the wing, the three of them were surprisingly silent, and none of them were talking, secretly thinking about their own thoughts. It's just that they didn't expect that after Nangong Yijin closed the door, the little guy who sent them back slowly poked his head out of the dark corner, stared intently at the room where the three of them were for a while, and seemed to nod with reassurance, and the red light moved lightly, shining on the shadow he pulled on the ground, and quickly disappeared. The red light fluttered, and the little man walked through the corridor, and came to a gleaming pavilion, and gently ascended the stairs, and knocked slowly twice on the door. In the middle of the night, a low voice came from inside the door: "Come in......" and "squeak" squeaked, the door opened a gap slightly, and where the light flickered, the little guy's figure shook and flashed in. In this room, there was nothing but an offering table and a stove above it. In the furnace, the sandalwood burns faintly, and the fragrance bursts. A middle-aged figure dressed in satin, standing in front of the furnace with his hands behind his back, seemed to be thinking about something. The little guy took two steps closely, saluted the man, and said softly, "Master, I'm back." The middle-aged man turned around slowly, and the light reflected on his face, only then did he see that it was not someone else, it was the head of the Xue Mansion family, the head of a town in Dongyu Town-Xue Xianzong. His face was cloudy under the light, and his voice was low: "When the three of them passed by that firewood room, did they have any suspicions?" The little guy replied: "That old Dao and Guan Dekuan have nothing, only Lin Yizhi stopped in front of the firewood room, and heard the wheezing sound inside......" Xue Xianzong's expression suddenly became a little nervous, and his tone became less calm than Fang Cai: "Did he ever be suspicious?" The little guy hurriedly shook his head, and asked for credit and replied: "That's not true, the villain only said that the wheezing sound was made by the yellow dog raised by the old man." Xue Xianzong nodded at this time, and seemed to appreciate: "It's still your kid who is clever, and you will go to the account room tomorrow to pay two taels of silver, and I will reward you." Then he waved his hand at him, and the little man took the door and walked away. Xue Xianzong was the only one left in the room, and he looked at the rising sandalwood for a long time, his eyes flickering. Suddenly, he sighed, and said to himself full of concern: "Seventeen, don't blame your father, your appearance is really terrible when you have this illness, I locked you there for the reputation of the Xue family......" His expression was even more elusive under the faint light...... West Wing. Here, just like Lin Yizhi's east wing, even the furnishings in the house are exactly the same, and the lights are bright. Ah Juan and the woman in the light yellow gauze skirt sat together, and the woman in the light yellow gauze skirt didn't know why, even when the two of them got along, they still looked at each other lightly. The woman in the pale yellow gauze skirt was whispering, "Do you really want to return to our sect immediately? But tonight, and then leave tomorrow morning?" Ah Wan smiled, at this time she was like an elder, and gently patted the shoulder of the woman in the pale yellow gauze skirt before saying, "I'll leave in a while, the Divine Monarch has already sent three spiritual rhinos in a row, it seems that there may be urgent matters to deal with in the sect." The Holy Aunt herself has to be more careful here, after the East Corner Town, she gradually went deep into the hinterland of the Central Plains, and there are more righteous people who are sanctimonious, and the thing that the Holy Aunt did is not in a hurry, and the Divine Monarch knows in his heart that the Holy Aunt will be very relieved to think about him, and everything is safe as the first priority!" The woman in the light yellow gauze skirt seemed to be a little disappointed, and her slender fingers hooked together and drew a few circles, and then she sighed and said: " Daddy is really, never talking doesn't count, I easily asked for his permission to take you out, it's only a few days that he is going to edict you back, it seems that the affairs of the sect are much more important than my daughter!" Ah Wan heard this, and hurriedly smiled: "Where did this come from, how can your father not hurt you? Your mother's magic weapon Acacia buckle was given to you, do you know that your mother's things, except for him, no one can touch them...... "The woman in the light yellow gauze skirt seemed to smile coquettishly, and said softly: "Ah Juan, can you not leave...... Ah Wan looked at her with a smile at first, and then slowly shook her head. The woman in the pale yellow gauze skirt seemed to be a little angry, and her voice was a lot, but even so, she was still tactful and clear, and there was a little softness and playfulness in her urgency, which was very good. "Ruthless daddy, ruthless Ah Juan! I just got taken by that ghost and forget it, so that you don't care about me one by one!" Hearing this, Ah Wan seemed to have heard a big joke, covered his mouth and bent over with a smile, and said for a while: "Don't make fun of me, the little ghost and little demon who can afford to provoke the Holy Aunt in this world have not yet been born, it is estimated that the ghost will not see you, if you see it, you will definitely run away!" The woman in the pale yellow gauze skirt who said this sentence couldn't help laughing. The laughter fell, and Ah Juan's expression suddenly became much more serious, and he said: "Holy Aunt, I'm leaving, the Divine Monarch sent another spiritual rhino!" With that, he turned into a black light, and his figure disappeared into the house out of thin air. Only a sentence came from mid-air: "Holy Aunt, when you are out alone, be more careful." I've solved the affairs of the church, and I'm looking for you!" The woman in the pale yellow gauze skirt heard this, and slowly walked to the window, the cold wind became tighter, and the light veil on her face, although it was blown from side to side, still couldn't see the slightest of her face. After a while, she sighed faintly: "Sister Juan, you know that my father has you in his heart, why don't you have him in your heart? Why do you still go against yourself? My father can't let go of my mother's affairs, but what about you? The one surnamed Xiao is already a piece of loess...... Sister Juan, why are you so bothered?" ............ East Wing. In the dead of night, Nangong Yijin had already fallen asleep with the seven-star dragon rouge in his arms, and from time to time there was a slight sound of snoring and chirping, perhaps he dreamed of something delicious in his sleep. Guan Dekuan sat on a chair beside him, his head propped up on his arm, and his head was also lowered for a while, his eyes slightly closed, and he was drowsy. Seeing that they were all asleep, Lin Yizhi quietly walked to the candlestick, dimmed the brightness of the candlestick, and then quietly walked to the couch in front of the window and slowly sat on the couch. Suddenly feeling a little stuffy in the room, he gently raised his hand and opened the window that was close at hand. The wind was still blowing outside, but it was lighter than at the beginning, but the cold air was getting stronger. Listen carefully, the sound of dripping is endless. Lin Yizhi realized that it had already rained in the dark sky at some point. The drizzle is blowing with the wind, a touch of cold and humidity. The light in the room diffused from the window, diffused into the large courtyard, and shone on a plantain leaf. Drops of drizzle, hitting the banana leaves, reverberated leisurely, echoing for a long time, as if drinking a cup of sorrow, gradually lost in that slight drunkenness. Lin Yi's mood fluctuated, and he didn't feel sleepy, and suddenly, he heard a soft "squeak-" sound, as if the window opposite him had been quietly opened at some point. Lin Yizhi followed the prestige. Sure enough, about ten zhang in front of him, through the light rain curtain, the window of the west wing was slowly opened, and a soft light sprinkled from the window like a waterfall. The two women hadn't fallen asleep yet, Lin Yi was puzzled, and kept looking at the window. Suddenly, a slender arm as white as a jade lotus slowly stretched out from the window. Then the hand that was originally slightly held gently stretched out in the rain curtain. The onion finger is slender, and Lin Yizhi's mind is swaying. The palm of her hand paused in the rain curtain for a moment, and when the thin raindrops wet it, the crystal raindrops slowly slid down her slender fingertips. This scene has a terrifying beauty. Lin Yizhi's eyes were good, and he secretly said in his heart, this finger may be the most exquisite I have ever seen in my life. He praised it in his heart, but there was not the slightest hint of blasphemy or frivolity. Perhaps it was enough raindrops to catch the arm that slowly stretched back, and then from the depths of the window came a crisp chuckle like spring water. Immediately after, Lin Yizhi only felt that the light and shadow flickered, and a yellow-robed figure appeared in his eyes softly, delicately, and cleanly. Lin Yi's heart trembled, this figure was the woman in the main hall with a light yellow gauze skirt and a light gauze on her face. Lin Yizhi called her aunt. However, now in front of Lin Yizhi's eyes, this aunt in yellow clothes, by the window, in the rain, has never been quiet and beautiful. She leaned against the window like that, in the drizzle, her figure was graceful and light, the faint yellow dress, the soft veil was blown by the wind, like a faint melancholy with a hint of warmth. Just like the bubbling light, urging away all the clouds, in this full of wind and rain, it is striking and abnormal, as if it has never faded and disappeared. The yellow clothes are like illusions, more like a kind of warm comfort, driving away the heavy loneliness and anxiety that Lin Yizhi has born in the depths of his heart since he fled all the way from the Sorrow Mountain. Lin Yizhi suddenly felt that the figure, like holding an oil-paper umbrella in the rain, walked towards him slowly, chuckling suddenly, and the wind and rain were discolored. Jun Ke is well...... Maybe Lin Yizhi was a little stupid, and suddenly muttered: "Acacia is useless, red beans are remnant, and the night is cold and the breeze is cold." The lonely people are gone, and the years are dreaming of Autumn Mountain without a trace. The small window is broken and can't be covered, why is the autumn rain wet yellow shirt......" This voice suddenly woke up the woman in the pale yellow gauze skirt, she slowly raised her head and looked in the direction of Lin Yizhi's peak, and her heart was also shocked, as if she was stunned for a moment, and then without hesitation, "pop-" closed the window tightly, closing the wind and rain and the still demented Lin Yizhi outside. Lin Yizhi sighed, smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and secretly said that maybe he was stupid, and he was stupid again. is obviously an aunt who is a lot older than herself, why did she feel so much emotion, and she also wrote a lame poem. Lin Yizhi shook his head, his mind was in turmoil, thinking of all the things in Liwu Mountain, thinking of the woman in light blue clothes, and faintly missing in his heart. Duanmu ...... Are you well......? Is there a drizzle tonight?