not a monster

Chapter 95
Who will send the brocade book in the cloud?When the wild goose returns, the moon is full of the west building.

The thunder roared, and the thunder awoke all the insects in the mountains, and Gui Yan brought the red mud under the eaves.

Spring rain is coming.

Then it really started to rain like smoke, it was light and misty.

In front of the Confucius Temple, overlooking from a high altitude, the bluestone brick Jiangnan trail is bluish-gray, like dead branches in the spring. When the spring rain comes, a handful of oil-paper umbrellas are opened on the street, and the dead branches on the Jiangnan trail. Immediately it bloomed.

The spring rain gradually stopped, pedestrians also put away their umbrellas one after another, and the blossoming flowers on the branches closed one after another.

Until there is only one red flower left alone on the branch, and only the last piece of spring is left.

Finally, the umbrella was also put away. Under the umbrella was a deserted woman. She felt disconnected from the surrounding environment just by wearing it. Her clothes were far from the style of this era. The sleeves and the lower body are the same red pleated skirt. The face is delicate, and it is the second spring in the world without makeup.

Just like everyone who came out of the previous dynasty.

The silk scarves from upstairs fell onto the street and were crushed into mud by the wooden wheels of the carriage. The muddy water splashed by the wheels stained the clothes of the girls on the street, causing a few dissatisfied shouts, and it was the driver in the car who apologized. The voices continued, but they also walked away. Two small officials at the restaurant laughed at the peddler. The maids of the big family pushed open the side door and walked into the crowd with their heads lowered.

"Soup cake!"

"I heard there is a lantern festival tonight?"

"Brother Zhao, Brother Yang, this way, this way!"

"Boss, four steamed buns." Her voice was clear, without much emotion, and her face was cold.

"Hey! Little lady, wait for me to get it for you."

She took the steamed buns wrapped in lotus leaves, and when she walked into the alley, the sound of the street was far away, and she turned to look at the weirdo who had been following behind her.

A man whose clothes were even weirder than himself, and was soaked by the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

The man wore a jade bracelet from the girl's house and a mask on his face, and he was actually tortured.

"Why did you follow me all the way?" Her tone was calm, not the slightest panic about being followed.

"I'm hungry." The man said.

"When you're hungry, go to Ama Zhang's noodle shop on the street and eat Li Xiaoge's soup cake."

"I have no money."

The cold woman's expression did not change, "You dignified seven-foot man, do you want to commit theft?"

"You've changed... I used to say that when I was hungry, you would go and cook for me."

"baffling."

She felt that she had encountered a mentally abnormal person, and looked at this strange man with a little more pity.

With a flick of his hand, he threw the bun in his hand.

"Don't follow me any more."

After she finished speaking, she took out a hat from behind, with a thin gauze of equal length on the edge of the hat. She put the hat on her head, and her figure was thin under the gauze, and turned to leave.

The man takes the purse.

Although there are some differences in personality, he is still so kind and gentle.

He removed the mask and pinned it to his forehead, revealing a handsome face, found a roof and squatted down and started eating buns.

He was really hungry, he was penniless, and he was not good at stealing or robbing him, so he happened to catch a glimpse of the woman in red passing by.

He wanted to follow up and say, I am your great disciple from 500 years later, but the other party would definitely not believe it, so he didn't say it, but he still followed up.

It turns out that Wang Xilou 500 years ago could not laugh.

It turns out that Wang Xilou from 500 years ago seems to be a different person from 500 years later.

Shadows are not enemies, they are more like runaway tantrums, so in the process of finding shadows, there is not much danger.

Nameless is this crazy?
She actually sent herself 500 years ago.

Zhaozai Eternal Tribulation is the last and most powerful spiritual entanglement of Wangxilou, and Wuming is also the shadow who has obtained the most inheritance of Wangxilou.

The effect of the trillion-year-old calamity is only to allow oneself to exist in the past and future, to lend out the more powerful self-power in the future, or to allow oneself to exist in the past, denying all the damage that has been suffered in the present.

Time, cause and effect, fate, these are the three mentally handicapped entanglements.

If you encounter it, you can escape.

And she fiddled with the long river of history in a way that almost burned out, and let him go back to the past.

And not one day ago, two days ago, but exactly 500 years ago.

Wouldn't there be a time paradox?Feng Wuli is not clear, how does he go back?The wind is unreasonable and unclear.

But the old saying is good.

Come here.

Ancient times were not as beautiful as in TV dramas. People's faces were mostly numb, and smiles were a luxury.

This steamed bun is not delicious, but the wind is unreasonable and not picky, and three or two bites can solve today's rations.

He didn't think there was any problem with eating Wangxilou's food.

If you don't support me, who will support me?
The wind is unreasonable and arrogant.

After eating, he took a rest. He didn't even bother to see if anyone outside the alley was paying attention to him. He turned into a pool of ink-like shadows on the spot and shuttled through the shadows.

However, the other half of the Confucius Temple was crying with sorrow and joy, and after the nine-song suona loop, there was another drumbeat.

The white paper was flying, and the cries with hiss and lungs were piercing. It was unknown how much emotion there was, but the voice was loud enough anyway.

Someone saw that the woman in an old-fashioned dress reappeared.

The woman is back here again.

The young man only knew that there was a woman shrouded in a veil, with a graceful figure, who actually came to attend the funeral of the master of the Wang family.

"It won't be the master's relationship outside, okay..." A young man muttered while he was ignorant, and was swept by an old man beside him with a stick.

"Go back and kneel!" The old man hunched his back and scolded the young man angrily.

He came to the Wangxi Tower with tears in his eyes. It was a shame for such an old man to shed tears.

"you are back."

Wang Xilou took his hand, and the corner of his face under the veil tickled: "I remember you, how old was Tiewazi at that time?"

"Seven out of seventy."

"How many more years to live?"

The old man cried, he didn't want to die yet.

Because he saw that this woman is not old at all, why she is not old, he was a child at that time, now he is ancient, but she is still her.

"How can you cry and cry, it's so big."

"Because my brother is in the coffin today, if you have to cry, you have to cry." The old man lied.

Everyone is crying because today is the funeral of the eldest master of the Wang family.

The white paper is floating, and the suona is blowing deep and shallow.

She just came back to take a look and saw that these people were doing well.

In the evening, the Wang family reserved a table for her, and she sat there alone, ignoring the gazes of the people around her.

Ten years, a hundred years, Baiyun Canggou, this mortal person and hustle and bustle, just return to dust and dust to dust.

I;
Return to longevity.

She seems to be a passer-by, crying and laughing far away from her, and she doesn't know why she often comes back here to give some blessings to her younger brother's descendants.

When she came back that year, all the family members had died, and she only found a few children and grandchildren of her younger brother.

She remembered that day when a few younger brothers cried and asked herself if the elder sister would not come back after marriage, she said that she would come back naturally.

She doesn't hate them.

It's just that the grandsons here don't know how many generations, and they gradually no longer respect themselves as their ancestors, they are jealous and covet themselves.

There was a lot of noise around her, and she put down her chopsticks.

There was a fascination in the dish.

That's all, I won't come again in the future.

The thread on her body seemed to be broken again, and her face was calm again.

The emaciated woman left the Wang family compound;
The eccentric man in the mask crouched by the wall and saw her coming out, but just turned to look at her.

"Where do we live tonight?"

(End of this chapter)