Goosebumps Tu Lao Yao has had many times, but there has never been a wave like this, wave after wave, boundless like a tide all over the body.
He shook his neck and shivered, but he calmed down in Li Shiyi's Qiushui-like clear eyes. He stepped forward to look at the back of Song Shijiu's head, pinched his knuckles and compared, his hair was still soft and just covered his ears. , and then pulled up her small hand, which contained five meat sockets, and her fingernails were not even half an inch long.
"It really didn't grow long." He stepped back and thought, originally with his hips on his back, after thinking about it, he gently folded his arms and touched his chin.
Ayin leaned forward and sat opposite Li Shiyi, knowing that she was caring, and said quickly, "How do you say it?"
"I'm afraid I'm in an illusion, not in the human world." Li Shiyi warmly came to a conclusion.
Mr. Tu opened his mouth, but he kept silent for a while, looked around, and secretly pinched the tabletop of Huanghuali. After deliberating for seven or eight seconds, he pointed at Song Nineteen and said, "It's because she didn't Long, then, is it fake?"
As he spoke, he tapped lightly under the table, obviously very difficult to accept.
"Also," Li Shiyi said, "I ate a lot yesterday."
"Yeah." A Yin held the silk to support her cheeks, raised her brows slightly, and listened carefully to her words.
"I'm still hungry." Li Shiyi calmly glanced at the two empty bowls that Song Nineteen had swept away.
This is the case in the fantasy realm, no matter how full the color and fragrance are, after all, it can only satisfy the desire of the tongue for a while.
A Yin put her ring finger into her lips, biting unconsciously while thinking, when she heard the door slam, Granny Xia walked in with a food box, and she smiled spiritedly and lovingly. She asked several guests. When it was done, he put the food basket on the table, took out a few plates of peanut fruit, and said, "The ladies are going to leave, the housekeeper sent me some dried fruit to eat on the way."
In the end, he was too old and didn't move very quickly. After patronizing and watching a few laughs, his hands trembled inadvertently. Ayin hurriedly put down Erlang's legs and stretched out his hand to support Granny Xia. The skin of her dry hands tugged at her, and she grabbed her and said, "Be careful, mother-in-law."
Granny Xia managed to stabilize herself, turned her hands and gathered the peanuts back, and put a neat plate on the table. Just as she straightened up, she felt a chill on the back of her neck, and she froze on the spot as if it had been electrified.
Youngest Tu's index finger was trembling disobediently, and he stood dumbfounded. Just now, he saw Li Shiyi's long legs retracted, and he stood up neatly, and moved behind Granny Xia in three or two, with a cold face and hands. As soon as he lifted it, he slapped the talisman held in his palm at the back of Granny Xia's head.
When the old lady was frozen, the youngest Tu clearly saw the center of her forehead, and there was a faint screeching in a different language from the place between the eyebrows, and a hazy mist came out from above, and she quickly retracted her torso. Inside.
Mr. Tu didn't dare to speak, so he took a few rough breaths before saying, "Stop, restrained?"
Li Shiyi nodded and sat back at the table to drink tea.
Seeing Li Shiyi roaming around so gracefully, Mr. Tu slowly released his suffocated chest, and when the big stone in his heart fell heavily, he loosened his neck and regained some curiosity: " How did you know it was her?"
"I just touched her bone when I held her hand." A Yin grabbed the silk and smoothed her face, smiling sweetly, "Ghost bone, inhuman bone." One look between her and Li Shiyi was enough.
"Ghosts have bones too?"
"Three souls give birth to one soul, and seven souls become one ghost. Souls have no form and body, souls have form and no bodies, ghosts have form and bodies, and they are no different from people." Li Shiyi said.
The youngest Tu nodded thoughtfully, glanced at the puppet-like Granny Xia, sat down with her legs raised and her buttocks raised, raised her hand and pointed at her solemnly, and shouted, "Tell me, tell your story."
A Yin looked at him with astonished eyes, and Li Shiyi also paused, with a complicated expression, and then he smiled apologetically: "I listen to the play, and it's all judged like this."
Li Shiyi's pupils were quiet, as if they had condensed a lot of light and shadow. She looked at Granny Xia, who was drooping her face, and said lightly, "We should be in the painting."
They have never been out of the tomb, and since they got the painting, they have been trapped in it. She looked at the rose-like clouds outside the window and thought: "Yesterday, when I left the tomb, there was a red cloud on the edge of the moon. It is still hanging in the west, red like weeping blood, and its shape is very similar to the red seal at the bottom of the picture scroll."
Seeing that Granny Xia's eyes widened and her lip lines shrank, as if she wanted to say something, she waved her hand, and the spell that was close behind her ignited out of thin air, and a faint blue flame opened a hole in the center. , quickly devoured the spell, and the ashes sank into her rickety skeleton.
Youngest Tu was in a cold sweat when she saw it, but A Yin tapped her fingers on the table with her mouth crooked for a few rounds. She didn't know whether to appease him, or to tease him that he had never seen the world.
Granny Xia moved her neck stiffly like a revived puppet, straightened her originally curved back, and lifted her hand resting on the side of her leg tremblingly. There is no flesh and blood left, only a piece of withered skin is wrapped around the skeleton, and the surging of the veins is unobstructed.
But she pulled an orchid finger with difficulty and familiarity. When the finger slipped down from her ear, she lowered her chin and looked sideways, folded her hands as if she was committed and gave a salute.
This scene is really eerie, the sunlight penetrates her old and dry skin, but from her eyes that are still eager to talk, she outlines an alluring, charming woman, the lost time overlaps again, as if you can hear the crushing The sound of turning the gears of fate.
"That's not Zhu Yin, but it's my heart. My surname is Ji, my name is young."
Her voice was as harsh and unpleasant as a jackdaw, but it had a seductive cadence, as if stubbornly guarding the long-vanished youth, revealing a frightening paranoia.
"Ji Shao..." Li Shiyi narrowed his eyes, "Xia Ji?"
"Kill three husbands and one king, and perish one country and two ministers, Xia Ji." Xia Ji's cloudy eyes have long since lost their original agility, but she is still fascinated from the corners of her eyes. years are filled.
"Isn't it a lie?" A Yin peeled off a peanut, "Xia Ji is a famous beauty, can she look like you?"
The youngest Tu was amused by the crisp sound of her peeling the peanuts, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed a few broken shells from her silk, but he didn't realize anything was wrong. Touch her elbow: "Who? Do you know each other?"
Xia Zong couldn't speak ice, Ayin sneered, not surprised.
"This is my original appearance." That Xia Ji smirked, looking at A Yin's young plump brows, not knowing whether it was pity or resentment.
The Jing team in the yard woke up, babbling and hanging their voices - "Hugh, stop making noise, stop, Xue Liang and I will ask again, and listen to Xue Liang's words to tell us."
"I was ordinary since I was a child, and by chance I got Yaocao. 'It's leaves are Xucheng, its splendor is yellow, in fact, it is like a dodder, and it is charming to others.' With a fairy-like appearance."
She took a few steps one by one, like a weak willow supporting the wind, like a beautiful woman with curvy legs wrapped around her legs, with all manner of manners.
"Once I got a beautiful face, I was very petty, lest I would be ugly and show the original shape again. Later, I found that the Yaocao ate it and ate it, and could no longer spit it out, but there was a same , Ren Wanggong and feudal lords can't escape their power, that is - Zi Chou Yin Mao, spring, summer, autumn and winter.
She frowned as if Xizi was holding her heart: "I searched for ancient recipes, prayed every day, and finally got the favor of the gods in the ancient temple at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. I met an adult. The adults listened to my grief and took pity on me. Said, she could give me eternal time, if only... I exchange it for eternal love."
"I gave my love that has not yet been born, and I have enjoyed the time of immortality and immortality, as constant as the stars."
"Fifteen years old, I am as beautiful as a peach and plum, and my name is famous all over the world. I secretly tasted the forbidden fruit with my own brother and son, a childhood sweetheart. Three years, only three years, he was like a dead man, sleeping forever. My father was furious and sent me away. I married Chen Guo, and my husband Qin and Se were in the royal palace. We gambled on books and splashed ink. We had a son together. Died on the battlefield. And I am over the age of no confusion, with a face like twenty-eight, teeth like a gourd rhinoceros, and I look forward to brilliance."
"I then understood what the lord said. I have taken time away from the person I love, and no one can join hands with me to grow old and grow old."
A Yin wiped the corners of his lips with the silk, and Mr. Tu calmly moved the stool back, away from Xia Ji.
Song Nineteen looked around Xia Ji twice, then returned to Li Shiyi to approach, climbed up on the stool by himself, sat down with his legs spread out, grabbed the peeled peanuts at A Yin's hand and ate, she cared about A Yin's description. , put the right leg on the knee of the left leg unconsciously, and swayed like a swing.
When Li Shiyi saw it, he bent his finger and knocked on Erlang's leg, Song Jiujiu pursed his lips, put down his feet, and sat properly.
"Later, I met him."
Xia Ji raised her head, her eyes were full of brilliance, and she was combing through the long unopened memories like wooden teeth.
"His name is Qu Wu. I have a mutual bond with him, eachother, I think about my own situation, and I don't want him to die of old age, so I go to the lord again, praying for her to take back the divine power she gave me, if it's gone What's the point of him being immortal? My lord... She laughed, she said, I made a deal at the same time, and the time will pay me double. I can't understand what your lord means. I asked Qu Wu, Qu Lang, Qu Lang, if I become very ugly, will you still pity me and love me?"
"Lang Yalang, if my appearance is no longer, will my heart please me? Lang Yalang, if my appearance is no longer, will my heart please me?!"
Li Shiyi darkened his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast shadows.
She heard Xia Ji say in a voice softer than mosquitoes and flies: "He replied, my heart is happy, the mountains and seas will not change."
Xia Ji raised her head innocently, and her eyes were full of emotions, but she was too old, and she was soaked in blood, and she didn't even have a drop of fresh tears.
"My lord has taken back the blessing, and all the time I plundered has been returned, but in three or two days, I have become like this." Xia Ji smiled with an old-fashioned smile, "My lover, the lover of my eachother, I was so frightened. The urine was about to come out, and while shouting that I was a monster or a monster, he panicked and strangled me in the piano room that was always fun."
"When I was more than forty years old, I showed Pingting's color, and I died three husbands and one country. Qu Lang treated me like a rich flower in the world. However, once the red face disappeared, I became a monster."
She murmured something, but Li Shiyi couldn't hear it clearly.
"What did she say?" Mr. Tu asked Ayin in a low voice.
Naturally, Ayin didn't catch her ear, but she stuck her ear in earnestly and whispered, "A man's mouth is a coaxing ghost."
Li Shiyi glanced at her, and she guessed the rest of the story. Before Xia Ji died, her resentment and blood were attached to this painting, and because it was an antique, it was sold for auction.
A few months ago, Mr. Wu took it back and hung it in the house of Concubine Zhao. Xia Ji was attached to Concubine Zhao and lingered with Mr. Wu day and night, whichever was his longevity, which made Mr. Wu become that old age. .
After Concubine Zhao died, this painting was buried in the coffin, mixed with Concubine Zhao's undissipated yin qi, adding even more ability, transformed Yaocao to confuse those who went to the tomb, and Li Shiyi and others who were not affected by Yaocao. Man, but was trapped in this painting at the moment of opening the book.
Li Shiyi thought about it for a while, remembered the important omission, and asked, "What's the name of that lord?"
Xia Ji said: "The name of the lord, mortals can't call it directly, I only call her, the nine masters."
"Nine?" Li Shiyi frowned. The eyes of the three of them all focused on Song Nineteen.
Song Nineteen pulled a milk burp, with a peanut shell on his chin, waving his small hands, shaking his head like a rattle.
"Master Jiu." She repeated it in a milky voice, and said very aggrieved: "I'm young."
The author says:
"Suo Lin Nang: Outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion": Hugh wants to make a noise, and stop, Xue Liang and I will ask again, and listen to Xue Liang's words to tell us.