Urban Witcher

The sound of the zither stopped, and Yu Xuanji's voice came, asking, "Who are you?"

Lin Sansheng immediately cupped his hands, "Lin Sansheng is a latecomer, a Jinshi in the Ming Dynasty, and he has long admired Mr. Zhang's name.

"Sansheng...a good name."

Lin Sansheng sighed: "Fate is bound to three lives, but unfortunately there are only three lives."

Yu Xuanji said: "Mr. Lin was also hurt by love?"

Lin Sansheng sighed: "If you are interested, sir, I would like to start from the beginning."

Yu Xuanji said: "Come in."

As soon as the voice fell, the bamboo door opened.

Lin Sansheng walked in.

Just as Ye Shaoyang was about to step up to keep up, the door suddenly closed, so he could only shrug his shoulders, and retreated to the side with Xiao Yiyun and others to wait.

Seeing that there was no one around, Ye Shaoyang scratched his head and asked Xiao Yiyun: "Tell me, what will the two of them talk about?"

Xiao Yiyun said: "I don't know, and I don't dare to guess randomly. Anyway, our hope lies in this scholar."

Sibao looked around and said, "Where is that well?"

Xiao Yiyun said: "Beside the Niejing Platform, don't look at anyone, you can't go to that place casually, or you will fall into confusion."

Ye Shaoyang didn't know what the so-called delusions were, and he didn't ask in detail. His purpose was not here. What he cared about was whether Lin Sansheng could complete the task.

A girl with various styles led the way, walked through the small courtyard, and came to the door.

There is a roller shutter on the door.

Lin Sansheng stopped, and just about to salute, the girl said coldly: "Go in."

The attitude is a little indifferent.

After Lin Sansheng entered the door, he saw that the furnishings in the room were relatively simple, like a place where some people lived in seclusion in ancient times.

The girl led him into a room with bead curtains.

A woman, wearing a crimson plain dress, sat on a wooden chair, her hair was tied up behind her head, and she held a dust whisk in her hand. She was dressed as a Taoist nun, but she still couldn't hide her beauty.

Lin Sansheng guessed that this was Yu Xuanji, and stood with his head bowed, hardly daring to look up at her face, which is very impolite in ancient etiquette.

Yu Xuanji looked him up and down, seeing him behaving like this, felt a little satisfied, and gave him a seat.

The girl who led the way made two cups of tea.

Yu Xuanji said: "Ten Niang, you sit too."

Shiniang sat down on one side and looked at Lin Sansheng with a hostile expression on her face.

Lin Sansheng was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but look around to make sure he didn't know her.

Yu Xuanji saw it, and said: "Shi Niang was deceived by a scholar before she was alive, and she will be harmed for the rest of her life. She doesn't like the scholar, so don't mind."

Ten Niang snorted coldly and said, "There is nothing good about men, especially scholars."

Lin Sansheng was a little embarrassed when he heard this.

Yu Xuanji said: "You sighed about fate before, what happened?"

Lin Sansheng said: "Mr. has a poem: It is easy to find a priceless treasure, but it is rare to have a lover. In fact, it is not impossible to have a lover. It is just that I have not met a girl with the same affection, or if I do, I am blocked by external forces.

In the words of modern people, meeting the right person at the wrong time, or meeting the wrong person at the right time, is a tragedy. "

"Meeting the right person at the wrong time..." Yu Xuanji thought for a moment, nodded slowly, looked at Lin Sansheng, and said, "It's not like you didn't have a lover before, so you have a lover?"

Lin Sansheng smiled miserably, and said: "I dare not say that there is love, I just waited for a person for hundreds of years."

Yu Xuanji's expression changed, and he urged him to elaborate.

Lin Sansheng recounted his own experience: how he missed the fate, wasted six hundred years, and finally found the other party, but he was neither a person nor a person...

After hearing this, Yu Xuanji exchanged a glance with the girl named Shi Niang, then smiled wryly.

"If the person I met had such an infatuation, I would be crushed to pieces without regret." Shi Niang murmured, "It won't be like now, with a thousand years of hatred and still can't get rid of the complex."

Lin Sansheng smiled wryly, "Who can solve it?"

After the sentence was finished, the three of them were silent.

Lin Sansheng got up and paced, came to the piano case, looked at the Guqin above, and said in surprise: "Guqin Lvqi!"

Yu Xuanji said: "Exactly. This Qin was made by Sima Xiangru. Sima Jun is a member of the Taoist sect, and he is also considered to be in the same line as me. I inherited this Qin when I was alive. After I died, I burned it and turned it into a ghost. I can't bear to abandon it in the end." Of."

Lin Sansheng said: "Back then Sima Xiangru played a piece of "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix" with a green qiqin, which won Zhuo Wenjun's favor and became a good story through the ages. This qin is also a sentimental thing."

Yu Xuanji said: "Exactly. Since you recognize this qin, sir, you must also understand the rhythm. Please try playing a piece."

Lin Sansheng bowed his hands to thank him, and sat in front of the piano case, thinking that of course he couldn't play "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix", otherwise he would appear frivolous, so he played "Guangling San"...

Ye Shaoyang heard the sound of the piano outside, frowned and said: "Why are you still playing it, it seems that you won't be able to come out for a while, it will delay things."

Xiaobai said: "I haven't been here before, let's go shopping around."

At the moment, Sibao was left here to wait for the news, while the others walked around the house and walked towards the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

This sweet-scented osmanthus tree grows very huge, with luxuriant branches and leaves, and a strong fragrance. There is a spring under the tree with clear water.

Ye Shaoyang saw at a glance a purple plant growing on the stone by the water, with only two leaves, and a pink flower in the middle, stacked on top of each other, and the tip of each petal has a purple streak, like a border, Very pleasing to the eye.

Several people were amazed and knelt down to watch.

Only then did Ye Shaoyang discover a fat caterpillar lying on the leaf, nibbling on the flowers and leaves, and he didn't know where he made a mistake. He couldn't bear to destroy such a beautiful flower, so he stretched out his hand to grab the caterpillar in his hand.

The caterpillar turned around and bit him.

"Damn it!" Ye Shaoyang threw the caterpillar into the grass, and when he looked down, two teeth marks were bitten on his fingers, which hurt a little.

"Look!"

Under Xiao Yiyun's reminder, everyone turned their heads and looked. When they came, they walked through the deserted path. At this moment, there were many ghosts, and on both sides were ghost messengers in black robes, holding two iron chains, driving some ghosts away. get on the road.

There are men, women and children, most of them are dressed in the past: mainly in the Republic of China, and occasionally there are a few ancient costumes.

Ye Shaoyang didn't understand what he meant, so he asked Xiao Yiyun.

"The society was in turmoil during the Republic of China, and the most things happened at that time. The ghosts from earlier times have basically been reincarnated."

These ghosts looked angry and seemed to resist, but they couldn't bear to be escorted by ghost messengers. They came to the evil mirror stage, looked at the mirror for a while, and came down from the stage. The expression of each ghost changed, and some became calm. , some looked up and sighed, and had to let go of all the past lives.

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