The wind in the ghostland became more and more urgent, but it was no longer as gloomy as before.
All the anger and resentment in Wan Qiniang's body dissipated with her tears.
She wore an embroidered red dress, gold-painted shoes on her feet, a plain face, and looked like she was still eighteen or nineteen years old. Her black hair only hung to her waist, and her eyes were slightly red and swollen. However, her calves had a transparent texture, which made people a little scared.
"This is..."
Zhou Yi didn't know what to say.
This was beyond her experience.
Wan Qiniang wiped her tears with her sleeves, carefully held the letter, bowed to Wei Yuan, and said softly: "Thank you, young master."
Wei Yuan shook his head and said:
"Miss Wan, are you awake?"
"Thanks to you, young master."
"Is that so..."
Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, put away the eight-sided Han sword in his hand, and said:
"Does the girl have any wishes?"
"Wish?"
The girl looked like she was a hundred years ago, and was slightly startled. She wanted to say that she didn't have any wishes, but holding the letters that she had never received, thinking of the words on them, she said inexplicably: "I want to see this era, okay?"
Xuan Yi's face changed, he stood up and blocked the way, and said anxiously:
"No, it's not certain that she is harmless..."
The hilt of the eight-sided Han sword hit the sword in Xuan Yi's hand.
The sword in Xuan Yi's palm was knocked out.
It rotated three times and fell upside down on the ground.
The hilt of the sword continued to move forward and hit Xuan Yi's abdomen.
Xuan Yi groaned, holding back the words he had not yet said, staggered back a step, and had to make way.
"I'm sorry for you today, and I will pay you back someday."
Wei Yuan put the eight-sided Han sword into the piano case, leaned over to pick up the black umbrella he had just thrown away, shook off the dirt on it, and then opened the black cloth umbrella, then turned around and looked at the courtesan girl in red. He held the talisman in the palm of his right hand, letting the power of exorcism permeate under the umbrella, stretched out his left hand, and whispered:
"Then, I will accompany the girl to Jiangnan City again."
"Please."
............
Zhou Yi helped Xuan Yi, who was covering his abdomen, up.
Wei Yuan did not exert any strength at all.
The reason why Xuan Yi retreated and even fell to the ground was because he was already exhausted.
His face was pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "He has no idea how unstable the evil spirits are..."
"If that female ghost riots outside, more than a few hundred people will be harmed."
Zhou Yi said, "He should have some way to prevent the evil spirits from doing this."
"Let's try to see if we can eliminate this ghost area, otherwise it will always be a place of trouble. By the way, you can check the names of Fu Pengyi and Wan Qinniang..."
"Yes."
.........
Jiangnan Road in rainy weather.
Before the rain really fell, there was already a faint sense of water on the bluestone slabs on the road.
Wei Yuan held an umbrella, carried a zither case on his back, and walked with a red dress under the umbrella.
"I didn't expect that this place is still the same as it was back then."
Wan Qinniang, dressed in red, looked at the mossy corners of the ancient buildings on both sides and said softly.
"I still remember running past here many times when I was a kid. Every morning, people from nearby villages would come to sell vegetables on both sides. Green vegetables and cabbage were very fresh. In winter, there were frosted persimmons. Old Chen's soy sauce was here, and over there was a small noodle shop. There were three tables and one person, two taels of noodles, and a small spoonful of soy sauce. It was very authentic."
"When I was young, I did think that when Pengyi and I got old, we could only walk slowly on this street hand in hand, watching other people buy vegetables and children running around. Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't have thought so much."
Wan Qiniang shook her head gently.
Walked forward to the old house that had already closed.
It can be seen that it was originally a store, but it has not been open for many years.
"This is Jixiangfang. It turns out that I like to buy rouge here the most."
"I originally thought that no matter how the world changes, there will always be girls, and girls will always draw eyebrows and paint rouge, so this store will never close. I didn't expect that girls now no longer use rouge. Pengyi said that the changes in the world are beyond people's imagination. Maybe this is the reason."
Seeing the busy city from afar, Wan Qiniang stopped and stood in the misty Jiangnan, no longer moving forward.
"I originally wanted to show Pengyi the new Jiangnan, but what I saw was the old scenery everywhere. I am sorry to make you laugh."
She smiled and wiped the corners of her eyes.
"Since rouge is no longer used, then no one sings the song anymore, and no one listens to it anymore."
Wei Yuan said: "Yes."
He held an umbrella and looked at the prosperous new city area, and replied:
"Opera is still there, and opera singing is also liked by more young people. There are many new things on this ancient land, but those old things have not been forgotten and are still growing. Being inclusive and tolerant, Shenzhou has never lacked such tolerance."
"Those who should be remembered, we will never forget them."
"Miss Wan, look in the distance, where there is a monument, that is the Martyrs Memorial Park, the names of those who were born in Jiangnan Road and died for the country are written one by one on it."
"How about it, there is still plenty of time, do you want to go and have a look?"
.........
After a while, in the Jiangnan Road Martyrs Memorial Park, Wei Yuan stood quietly holding an umbrella.
The stone tablet was densely written with names.
Wan Qinniang in red counted them one by one, and finally saw the familiar name. She finally seemed to cry and laugh, leaned over to touch the stone tablet, but her fingertips could not touch the temperature of the person, nor could she touch the stone tablet, and her fingers passed through the stone tablet.
It was about to rain, and the sky was gloomy, but there were still some people in the park.
Among them were some children.
Wei Yuan held an umbrella, bowed to the monument and Wan Qinniang, and said:
"I have been afraid of ghosts since I was a child, and many people are afraid of them. I have never been afraid to go to the cemetery, not to mention at night, but the Martyrs' Cemetery is different, because even children know that the heroes will protect them. We, the later generations, should thank them and thank you."
"Thank you."
Wan Qinniang turned around, her eyes were red, rubbed the corners of her eyes, and said softly.
"My lord, please forgive me."
"It's okay."
"Miss Wan, is there anywhere else you want to go?"
"No."
That's it, the two walked back to Chunxiao Tower in silence.
Wan Qiniang pushed open the gate of the garden and saw Zhou Yi and the other two people inside with complicated expressions. The original ghost domain had begun to slowly collapse, like an old oil painting in the past, revealing its dilapidated true appearance. The collapsed pavilion, the messy spring grass, and the faded red wooden door have all been washed away by time.
The crouching tiger waist card trembled slightly.
This time it does not need to be printed on paper, and the text has already appeared in Wei Yuan's consciousness.
The evil ghost disappeared.
Si Li Xiaowei got the seventh merit.
Transformed to open Si Li Xiaowei's basic magical power [Infusion of Spirit]
Transformed to open Si Li Xiaowei's volume "Weird Powers, God of the Fifth"
The crouching tiger waist card slowly calmed down.
Wan Qiniang carefully put the letter aside, stood up and looked at Wei Yuan, who had just traveled with her to Jiangnan, and said:
"Young Master, do you have something to tell me?"
Then Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi saw that Wei Yuan, who had just taken Wan Qiniang out at all costs, quietly put away the black umbrella, then took out the zither case, took out the sword from it, closed his eyes, and slowly clenched the hilt with his five fingers. In the scabbard, the steel vibrated and hummed.
Wan Qiniang said: "But because I attacked you before?"
Wei Yuan said:
"You, killed someone?"
"Innocent people."
Wei Yuan raised his head slightly, and thought of the shrill wailing he heard when he passed by Fuchun Community.
Five fingers clenched, clanging and whistling, the Han sword was unsheathed.
Boom.
Thunder rushed in the sky and it began to rain.
With his right hand, he sprinkled the talisman water on the blade and stroked the blade with his fingers.
Blood was left, but golden marks were left on the blade.
[Infuse Spirit], contain spirit in the weapon, can hurt evil spirits.
Wei Yuan slowly lowered his horse stance, holding the hilt with both hands.
The blade pointed at the wandering soul that had previously helped him fulfill his wish with all his strength.
Wei Yuan closed his eyes tightly, and Qi Niang's experience, past despair, the evil of human hearts, the reason for turning into a fierce ghost, and the shrill wailing of the mother who lost everything when passing by Fuchun Community, all came to mind. Perhaps this is real life. Whether it is Crouching Tiger Captain or a knight, sometimes nothing can be changed.
We can only choose.
A low tiger roar came from the Crouching Tiger waist badge.
Wei Yuan suppressed the depression and complexity in his heart, opened his eyes, and whispered:
"The murderer shall pay with his life."
"Captain of the Han Dynasty, Wei Yuan..."
The sword tip was raised and pointed at Wan Qi Niang.
"Send Miss Wan on her last journey."