According to the travel notes, there is a reed shoal between the human world and the ghost world. After death, the soul passes by the reed shoal, and it will turn into a night firefly.
Qing Jiujiu climbed down from the crane's back and pulled off the hood that covered her face and wind. The sky was dark, and there was a piece of soft grass under my feet. If I looked further ahead, I could only see a huge, indistinct, shadowy shadow. As the night wind blew past, the black shadows moved rustlingly, revealing the glistening starlight hidden within.
The crane sang clear, spread its wings and left, melting into the night like a cloud.
Qing Nineteen suppressed the enthusiasm in his heart, and turned his head to look at Lord Lingshan.
Before leaving, Lord Lingshan changed into a water-colored silk long-sleeved gown, his black hair was tied up casually, and a few strands were scattered in front of his forehead, and at this moment, he was also lifted behind his cheek by the night wind.
"You can't see anything outside, I'll take you in." Lingshan Jun stretched out a hand, and was held by Qing Nineteen.
"Can you go in?"
Lingshan Jun showed a sly smile: "Naturally."
Qing Jiujiu only felt a strong force coming from the hand held by Lord Lingshan, and he led him to sprint forward, and jumped into the reeds in a few steps.
The soul perched on the reed was disturbed, and flew up lightly.
Qing Shijiu felt a child's excitement and courage in his heart, he rushed forward for a while, and when he stopped, he saw the fluorescent lights above the reeds, really like entering the realm of stars.
He turned around and found that Lord Lingshan was not by his side, and he was not flustered, his heart was filled with overwhelming excitement. A soul passed by, and he chased after him with open arms like a child.
Ling Shanjun stands with his hands behind his back outside the reeds, and the reeds in front of him are one after another, and there are fluorescent lights flying into the air, which shows that a certain child is having fun.
"My lord, long time no see."
Rusha's footsteps approached, and Lord Lingshan nodded to the visitor: "I'm sorry to bother you, Wu."
Wu looked very old, and was extremely short because of his rickets. She clings to a magic staff and looks up at Lord Lingshan, her eyes are completely white: "The witch is satisfied to see the lord."
"There are frequent changes in the east, isn't your lord planning to go back?"
Lord Lingshan said: "There is no hurry."
The two stood silently for a while, and the fluorescence of the reeds began to fly from the inside out.
Wu covered his mouth and coughed for a while, then said slowly, "Wu resigns."
She walked a few rustling steps, then stopped suddenly: "Wu Fang just saw Madam's hexagram."
Lord Lingshan tilted his head.
Wu Chan smiled, his folds were crowded, and he looked kind and kind: "The hexagram is a new birth. Wu congratulates you in advance."
A figure rushed out from the reeds, looked around, and ran towards this side.
Lingshan Jun caught Qing Nineteen who was rushing towards him, and brushed away the reeds that were sticking to his hair: "Are you happy?"
"Happy." Seeing Wu's back slowly leaving, Qing Nineteen was a little curious, "Is that your friend?"
"She is a guide, guiding souls into the ghost realm."
Qing Nineteen exclaimed: "It sounds amazing."
Lord Lingshan said: "You can praise everyone for being great, and you can praise me too."
Qing Nineteen thought about it: "You are unique, unparalleled in the world."
"Well, the newly learned words are used very well, and you are also very good." Lord Lingshan smiled, "Let's go, since you have come out, I am not in a hurry to go back, and I will take you to the world for a stroll."
…
The sky was dark, and there was no one on the Qingshi Road, except for the occasional barking of chickens and dogs.
Ling Shanjun knocked on the door of a house, and Qing Nineteen walked all night, so sleepy that her eyes were full of tears, she yawned slightly while hugging Ling Shanjun's arm.
The door opened quickly, and the familiar voice of the clay figurine said, "Mr. Lingshan and his wife have arrived."
Qing Nineteen looked down, there were two clay figurines squatting in the crack of the door, not the two from Lingshan Mansion, with different patterns on their bodies.
The two entered the door hand in hand. This is a small courtyard with one entrance. There is a large tank in the courtyard, in which there are a bunch of lotus flowers and a few koi.
Qing Nineteen woke up and realized that Lord Lingshan was no longer by his side.
After washing up, he put on his clothes and approached the front hall, and faintly heard voices. When he got closer, the talking stopped, and only heard Ling Shanjun calling him: "Madam is awake?"
Qing Nineteen turned out from behind the screen, and saw two people in the hall.
Lord Lingshan sat in the main seat, and the other sat in the lower seat, each with a cup of hot tea in their hands.
Qing Nineteen hesitated, and said softly: "I went wrong, I want to find the kitchen."
Lord Lingshan said: "It's on the right hand side under the corridor. The porridge is cooked and warmed on the stove."
Qing Jiujiu responded, met the person sitting next to her eyes, and left in a hurry.
There were voices in the hall again.
"My subordinates investigated and found that the frequent changes are due to loose seals." The person at the bottom got up and knelt down, "I am looking forward to His Highness returning to preside over the overall situation."
Ling Shanjun only said: "I know it well, you take me back first."
Qing Jiu came out of the kitchen with the bowl carefully, just in time to see the strange boy stepping out the door of the front hall.
The two met their eyes again inadvertently, Qing Jiujiu hurriedly moved his eyes away, but he caught a glimpse of the man walking straight from the corner of his eye.
When the boy walked in front of him, Qing Jiu raised his head and looked at him, showing a kind smile: "... hello."
The boy has a round face and round eyes, looks young, and has a very pure and kind appearance, but for no reason makes Qing Jiu feel that this person is difficult to get along with.
The young man in brocade clothes and sword walked two steps closer, Qing Jiujiu stepped back a little unaccustomed, but heard him whisper: "Ma'am... is it really Ma'am?"
"..."
As if a sledgehammer hit the head with pain, Qing Jiujiu's ears buzzed, and the chill climbed up his back, almost missing the porridge bowl.
When you come back to God, the person has already left.
Qing Jiujiu was holding the porridge bowl, as if a piece of lead had fallen into his stomach, he lost his appetite.
was discovered.
Is the Yixing Pill invalid
No, not right. I just took the Yixing Pill yesterday, as Kong Ling said, one Yixing Pill can last for ten days.
Who is that? The Yi Xing Pill that Fenghuang didn't see through was actually seen through by him.
Qing Nineteen put down the porridge bowl and went back to the house, while Mr. Ling Shan was changing his clothes.
"Is Madam finished?"
Qing Nineteen was in a state of confusion, and responded casually.
"What's the matter, madam seems to be in a bad mood."
Qing Jiujiu was startled, and concealed: "No... I'm still sleepy, and I want to rest for a while."
After all, he climbed into bed and got down on the bed full of thoughts.
Ling Shanjun sat down on the edge of the bed, stroked his temples: "Are you all right?"
Qing Nineteen buried her face in the soft pillow: "...um."
"I wanted to take my wife to visit the Mortal Morning Market. Since you are tired, you can go another day."
"..."
Qing Jiujiu suddenly grabbed Lingshan Jun's hand, turned over and got up, knelt on him, and kissed him recklessly.
Sitting upright like a mountain, Lord Lingshan stroked the back of his head and ran down his long hair to comfort him.
Qing Jiujiu finished the kiss with a red face, resting her chin on Lingshan Jun's shoulder, said in a muffled voice, "It's just that I'm in a bad mood."
Lingshan Jun's voice was very soft: "Tell me about it."
Qing Nineteen was depressed: "Don't say it."
Lord Lingshan didn't try to persuade him, but said gently: "Then don't talk about it."
Qing Jiujiu turned her head, looked at the blurred flesh color in front of her eyes, smelled the fragrance of plants and trees around her, and suddenly felt sore in her heart: This person is not mine.
It would be great if he was mine.
It would be great if I were really Kong Ling.
Qing Jiujiu's heart was filled with strange emotions little by little, and Ling Shanjun sensed that something was wrong, so he held down his hand helplessly: "Ma'am?"
"..." Qing Nineteen gritted his teeth with a blushing face, and his voice was like a mosquito, "I like you, I... I want to have a bridal chamber with you."
"It's bright outside, and the morning market is not over yet, does Madam know what it's called?"
Qing Nineteen was very thin-skinned, and all the courage she had just gathered was used to say that sentence, and now she just wanted to hide her face and run away: "Forget...forget it, I didn't say anything, I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep Already!"
He struggled, but did not break free from Lingshan Jun holding his hand, and the two changed positions instead.
He was trapped in the soft quilt, and Lord Lingshan covered him, still saying: "Today, I will teach my wife a new word—'declaring prostitution in the daytime'."
"..."
The bed curtain fell down, covering most of the light.
"Night is a good time to do this. The red candles are warming the tent, and it's a moment of spring...but there are also interesting things in the daytime."
The last two words are the breath sound close to the ear, Qing Jiujiu felt something damp and hot on the tip of his ear, he trembled slightly, his whole body went limp.
…
Qing Jiujiu didn't know how many ugly words "declaring obscenity in the daytime" he wrote, and finally Lingshan Jun nodded solemnly: "Yes."
The memory before falling asleep is the window above the head that sees through the light, and the Lingshan Monarch who is only half covered with a coat.
…
For a bridal chamber festivities, Mr. Lingshan used eight strings of candied gourd candied figures, ten kinds of human cakes, two jars of self-brewed wine and three days of not learning new characters as an apology to coax his wife well.
The two stayed in the world for five days, and carrying a large bag of snacks, they returned to Lingshan.
Lord Lingshan dug out the altar of wine that night, but he had a word first: "No more than two glasses a day."
Qing Nineteen fully agreed, took out a bowl-sized cup, and said shyly, "A cup is fine."
Lingshan Jun took Qing Nineteen's cup and tapped him on the forehead: "I've failed my studies."
Qing Nineteen is worthy of the name of pouring two cups. After drinking a glass of water and wine, he began to climb Lingshan Jun and kiss him. After kissing, he pressed the man on the bed and began to peel off his clothes.
Another night of being bullied and crying.
When he woke up the next day, Lingshan Jun took a piece of paper and put it in front of the angry Qing Nineteen. The crooked dog crawling character was indeed his own style, and there was a signature and red finger prints in the lower right corner.
Qing Nineteen glanced at the contents of the note: "..."
Ling Shanjun smiled and said, "As evidenced by written evidence, the intercourse last night was recommended by my wife as a pillow mat. My wife must not lose my temper with me because of the intercourse."
Qing Nineteen became even more angry.
Lord Lingshan smiled, and the handsome face who usually fascinated Qing Nineteen looked particularly glaring at this moment: "Ma'am, I agreed not to be angry. Don't you remember, I wanted to do it just once last night, It was Madam who was pestering me..."
Qing Jiu couldn't bear it anymore, and sealed this hateful mouth with her lips and tongue.
…
The days passed like running water, Qing Jiujiu just took a Yixing Pill, and sat by the window in a daze.
There are only five left.
Kong Ling's letter did not come either.
The window is facing the pond of the little fish. Lingshan Lord is picking up shark silk. Two clay dolls are following on the rice paddies, dried up by the scorching sun. field rain.
Seeing this scene, Qing Nineteen smiled lightly.
The days in Lingshan were peaceful and peaceful, and Qing Jiujiu didn't quite remember what he looked like before coming to Lingshan. Every time I think of it, I feel like a world away. When I think of those days of grievance and depression, now I think of it, and I can't feel the slightest disturbance in my heart.
The sufferings of the past are like a handful of ashes in the wind, they are easily scattered, leaving nothing behind.
Ling Shanjun is that gust of wind.
He prayed in his heart every day, asking for the protection of the gods and Buddhas. He never asked for anything extravagantly. Now he just wants to stay in Lingshan, stay with Lingshan Lord, and live such a peaceful and peaceful life until the end of his life.
Outside the window, Lingshan Jun straightened up, as if he was about to go ashore.
Qing Nineteen's eyelashes moved, and she was about to jump off the bed, but her heart stopped suddenly.
"!"
It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed his heart, preventing it from moving.
Qing Nineteen's feet went limp, and she rolled down on the couch unconsciously, clutching her heart and curling up on the ground, her mouth and nose seemed to be blocked by cotton, unable to breathe or make a sound.
His eyes were blurred, his fingers were powerlessly pawing at the ground, and his veins were bulging.
Am I going to die? he thinks.
Then completely lost consciousness.