To the north of Kuhai Town, there are several wooden houses called Baihualin.

It is called "Hundred Flowers", but it is not a good place. All the dead people in the town are buried here. There are countless graves and bones. It is a real mass grave. There are no flowers and grass here all year round.

It's not that the flowers are extremely gorgeous, but it must have been nourished by countless flesh and blood essences in the soil. Over time, it got the name Baihualin.

Today, in the cold winter, the cold plum blossoms are in full bloom in the forest. They bloom alone in the cold weather, and they are as red as blood.

In the depths of the forest, there are several wooden houses surrounded by a fence, which has a strong sense of seclusion from the world.

The snow is thick at night.

But he said that there was a low table in the wooden house, and there was a small red clay stove on it. There was wine on the stove, which was an old wine. There were pieces of plum blossoms inside, like rouge, which gathered and dispersed intermittently, sometimes thickly.

The time is light and makes people greedy for drinking, but it is brewed by Yeer.

The candlelight in the corner of the desk was intertwined with light and dark, erratic, but under the full light of the fire, I saw a person meditating in the room, with green and white air flowing alternately on his face, and he was still in meditation, but suddenly, the fireworks suddenly chirped,

It seemed to reflect the person's heart, flying outwards diagonally, like the wind blowing, so strange.

…

"Preached to my disciples, all living beings need to listen carefully..."

A whisper fell into my ears.

The night was dark, and a pair of eyes suddenly opened, Su Qing's eyes.

His eyes were calm, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead, as if he had had a dream or a nightmare.

The sound had disappeared, and it was as if it had never appeared.

The wind and snow howled outside the window. Su Qing exhaled deeply for some reason and then closed her eyes again.

But as soon as it is closed.

Just listen to it.

"Dang Dang Dang——"

There was a sudden and rapid sound of gongs, gongs and drums, and the sound of a harp. It was midnight, and it seemed like someone was singing on stage outside the house, which was really weird.

"The Han army has captured the territory, and there are songs of distress from all directions..."

A voice suddenly sounded, round and round, yet as if it was very close at hand. Su Hongxin suddenly opened his eyes, but the voice suddenly disappeared again, disappearing into thin air, as if there was nothing.

As his eyes opened and closed, Su Qing had cold sweat on his forehead and his face turned pale.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and he saw a black shadow standing quietly outside the window, with water sleeves and a phoenix crown, standing motionless. Only at this moment, the black shadow on the window paper suddenly rolled up his long sleeves, and took continuous steps.

The string of footsteps walked away.

Su Qing's figure flashed erratically and flew out like a strong wind.

"Crunch!"

But as soon as the door opened, he saw a figure in a costume hurried away in the cold snow among the plum trees, with his sleeves fluttering slightly.

Su Qing chased after him, but the figure was erratic and unpredictable. Even though his skill was already unparalleled in the world, he still lost the chase. He was running fast, but what he saw in his eyes was only the vast expanse of heavy snow and the blooming cold plum trees.

"...The king is exhausted, how can I survive as a lowly concubine..."

But in the wind and snow, there was still a low voice, like weeping and complaining, so sad. Su Qing's eyes widened when he heard it, and his eyes were red. He couldn't help but look around in the snow.

An unprecedented and unprecedented voice roared: "Who? Who is it?"

The wind and snow are as old as before, but the stretching and twisting plum branches are now falling in the snow, like human hands reaching out to grasp weird things. Even in the flying snow curtain, there seem to be more erratic figures, like ghosts

Charming.

"...Wow...he is so powerful that he is overwhelming..."

The music begins again.

When Su Qing heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Stop singing..."

"...When times are bad, good luck never fades..."

The song was singing loudly, and Su Qing suddenly saw a figure flickering in the depths of the plum forest. He hurriedly rushed away, but when he reached out to grab it, there was only cold wind and snow. He flew away, but as soon as the move fell, the corners of his eyes

Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw the figure in opera clothes running beside him. He immediately turned back and threw himself in the direction, but still missed. Then Su Qing jumped several times, but the figure came and went erratically, gathering and dispersing, appearing and disappearing.

, repeatedly failed, his face gradually became crazy and ferocious under the music.

At this moment, the sound of gongs and drums became more urgent.

"...There's nothing you can do if you're not good enough, but there's nothing you can do if you're worried..."

"roar!"

"Shut up!"

Su Qing's face was crazy, and all his unparalleled skills surged out. He used his strength in his palms and pushed towards the numerous ghosts in front of him, but he was shocked to find that all his skills suddenly disappeared, as if they had all turned into nothing.

Not only that, when he raised his hand again, Su couldn't help but exclaimed "Ah". He saw that his green clothes had turned into a costume at some point, and his sleeves were fluttering in the wind. He was covered in cold sweat.

The sound of gongs and drums in my ears became more urgent.

Su Qing looked around in a hurry, only to feel that there seemed to be countless whispers in the wind and snow, like the whispers of ghosts and ghosts, endless, drowning him like a tide.

"Woooo..."

Suddenly I heard crying in the snow.

Su Qing's heart was trembling, but she saw a small figure with short hair and a ragged coat not far away, kneeling on the snow with her back to him, crying.

"you,"

He was about to speak.

Don't talk about it. Suddenly, there were more words in the cry.

"Ugh...how many more beatings do I have to take..."

Su Qing's face turned pale. He stood there blankly and said with trembling lips: "You, turn around..."

"Xiaoqing, how long do you think it will take for us to become a couple?"

In the wind and snow, I saw the man slowly turning his head, but his face was haggard, thin and sick.

Seeing this face, Su Qing trembled all over and hissed: "Ah, are you a bastard?"

Then he turned around and ran away.

He followed the direction of Meilin and wanted to run back to the wooden house, but when he turned around and saw that there was no Meilin wooden house, there was only a small courtyard, but the wind and snow were even worse, the snow was heavy, and there were all hanging flowers on the eaves.

Skewers of ice skates.

And in the wind and snow, there is a hut hidden, with a weak firelight still shining on the window.

"The little nun was only twenty-eight years old, and her hair was cut off by the master when she was still young. I was originally a man..."

"Strive to conquer the mountains and conquer the world, but when the times are unfavorable, your talents will never fade away...!"

…

All the music seemed to come from that room.

Su Qing's body shook violently when he heard this, and then he stood there, trembling, with fear in his eyes. He seemed to be very cold, his hands and feet were stiff from the cold, it was so cold that his blood seemed to freeze, but

Looking at the fire in the snow, he hesitated for a moment, and slowly walked over in a strange but frightened manner, as if to ward off the cold and warm himself.

Closer, closer.

The wooden door is mottled and worn, with a cotton curtain hanging down.

Su Qing suddenly felt warm again. He listened to the sounds inside. Somehow, he opened the curtains and pushed open the door. He saw a charcoal basin and a bed in the small room, which were dirty and messy.

On the quilt, two figures were exchanging words. As if they knew he had come in, they both turned around.

"Xiaoqing!"

"Senior brother, why did you come back?"

…

"puff!"

In the flower forest and in the wooden house, Su Qing, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth and spat out, and a mouthful of blood mist was sprayed out. Before it hit the ground, it turned into ice slag.

"Xiaoqing? Xiaoqing?...hehehe...hahaha...ah!"

As soon as Su Qing closed his eyes, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he ran out of the wooden house in a flash. His originally calm eyes suddenly turned crazy, and his white hair stood on end, looking at him.

The sky let out a hysterical roar.
Chapter completed!