Wan Qiniang looked at the long sword in Wei Yuan's hand, her lips slightly opened, and suddenly she smiled:
"Is that so... but I won't just sit there and wait for death."
"We have to try it out first to see who will live and who will die."
Her black hair grew again, stained with cold water, her fingers were blue-white, but her nails were sharp and black, and her red skirt became weird, stained with black spots, revealing a mottled ancient style.
She turned back into a fierce ghost.
Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi's faces suddenly changed. They couldn't hear the words of Wei Yuan and Wan Qiniang clearly, but they could understand this change. They wanted to help immediately, but the cold wind in the ghost domain suddenly became fierce. They used up all the talismans and were in a state of exhaustion, so they couldn't move forward.
Wei Yuan held the sword with both hands.
The blood on the sword turned into golden talismans.
When he saw Wan Qiniang turned into a fierce ghost again, he closed his eyes.
Then he shouted in a low voice, ran forward quickly, his eyes fixed on the ghost's heart, paused suddenly, and thrust out the sword in his hand. It was the simplest and most fiercest straight stab, but the experience from the battlefield made him use this sword to the fullest.
The power rose from the feet, waist, legs, arms, shoulders, and finally to the wrists. Every muscle that should be used was used; from the ground under the feet to the sword blade, every collision of the joints transmitted the power, and finally perfectly infused into the sword blade.
To achieve such a perfect action.
Wei Yuan did not think at all.
This came from the experience of the life and death of the soul of the Qi family army.
On the battlefield where a moment of delay means death, such complex body movements do not need to be thought about.
The sword blade smeared with the blood of the Crouching Tiger Captain had no hindrance and pierced Wan Qinniang's heart, and her arms and nails avoided Wei Yuan like the old man just now, as if she sent her heart to the sword blade.
The blood on the sword body severely damaged the soul body.
"Why?"
Wei Yuan asked with a sword in hand.
Wan Qinniang's face turned pale again, she smiled with pursed lips, but did not answer.
Above the ghost domain, a strange vitality began to fluctuate violently.
The illusion woven by the soul's thoughts collapsed bit by bit, the tall buildings, pavilions, and gardens disappeared, revealing the true appearance of collapse and ruin. The rolled up dead grass was blown by the wind, and finally the violent fluctuations swept through, and the entire ghost domain was completely declared to have disappeared.
The aftermath before disappearance made Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi groan and fainted directly.
The thing in Xuan Yi's hand fell to the ground, made a slight sound, and began to work.
Wei Yuan was also hit head-on, but the power of exorcism covered his body with a thin film-like shield, which cut off a large part of the damage. He just turned pale and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The soul was injured, the external wound was not obvious, but the power would continue to drain.
Wan Qinniang's soul gradually became transparent and returned to heaven and earth.
She looked at Wei Yuan, suddenly smiled, and said:
"When Master Wei came just now, he said he wanted to listen to a song from Qi Niang?"
"......Yes."
"Master, do you still have the leisure time now? I want to sing another song."
Wei Yuan nodded slightly.
Wan Qi Niang stood in front of Wei Yuan and said regretfully:
"It's a pity that there are no instruments, so I can only sing a cappella."
"What's the difficulty?"
Wei Yuan sat on a piece of bluestone, placed the eight-sided Han sword, which was already on the verge of its limit, horizontally on his knees, and tapped the sword with his fingers. The different strengths and the different tapping places made the sounds completely different. It seemed as if he was playing music, but the sound of metal and iron was fierce after all.
Wei Yuan said:
"I will play the sword and sing for the girl."
"Thank you, young master."
Wei Yuan paused and said, "Mr. Jiang has always felt sorry."
Wan Qiniang lowered her eyebrows and said softly:
"It's over. What's the point of talking about it again?"
"I don't want to forgive them either."
"Well, it's natural."
Crouching Tiger Captain, flicked his sword with his fingers.
The wind and rain blew away the romanticism. The pond in the dilapidated pavilions and towers also withered. The beauties and patrons of the past all disappeared. The rouge shop had no customers. In the distance, high-rise buildings rose from the ground, and the prosperity was like a dream. But when the girl raised her hand, shook her sleeves, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and she spoke softly.
That was still the Jiangnan of the past.
............
Zhou Yi opened her eyes blankly.
She immediately recalled the scene before she fainted and shuddered.
Almost instinctively, he rolled to one side, and at the same time, he pulled out the half-sword on the ground, looked up, and was stunned.
The evil ghost was gone.
The surroundings were no longer the ghost theater that was unknown how wide it was. The dilapidated appearance could be seen everywhere. The trees fell down, rotted, and grew faint mosses. Mushrooms grew on one side, and white spider webs formed on the windows of the ancient buildings.
The lotus pond withered.
This place was no longer gloomy, but just dilapidated.
Sitting on the bluestone with his back to the two of them, Wei Yuan.
Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You are okay,...Where is Wan Qinniang?"
Wei Yuan said lightly, "The soul is broken and returned to heaven and earth."
"It's good that you woke up. I should go too."
He stood up.
Qi Niang had disappeared, but the pair of red embroidered shoes, which was one of the evidences of the existence of evil spirits, was still there. The fierce aura had dissipated, but it was still not an ordinary object. It might attract the residence and use of lonely ghosts. Wei Yuan found a wooden box and put the embroidered shoes and the stack of letters away.
He thought of what Qi Niang said before she disappeared, and his thoughts paused.
Then he opened the black umbrella and turned to walk out.
Zhou Yi saw the eight-sided Han sword that had experienced hard battles stuck upside down in front of the bluestone.
Wei Yuan's fingers were swollen and bleeding. Seeing that Wei Yuan had raised his hand to push the door and was about to leave, Zhou Yi subconsciously shouted: "Who are you?!"
Wei Yuan did not look back and replied:
"I am just an ordinary person looking at a museum."
"If you have time, you can come and take a look."
He opened the door and walked out along the stone road. The rain had stopped, and the stone slabs were reflecting light. A tour guide led a group of tourists passing by here and introduced loudly with a loudspeaker:
"...Everyone, look here, this is Jiangnan There is the best-preserved ancient street on the road. There used to be many stalls here. Look here, this is Jixiangfang, which was a famous rouge shop in Jiangnan in the past. Women all hope to use the good rouge here..."
"And in front, it is Chunxiaoyuan, also known as Chunxiaolou, one of the two major theaters in Jiangnan Road during the Ming Dynasty. I think it will be open to everyone soon. When the time comes, go in and drink tea. There will also be our drama troupe on the stage to sing operas and songs, so that everyone can experience the ancient Ming Dynasty style..."
The tourists nodded in admiration.
Among them, there are two little girls who are only six or seven years old. While discussing their favorite ancient opera styles, they imitated the appearance on TV, with one hand raised and the other hand holding the sleeve, innocent and lively.
In the sound of footsteps.
Wei Yuan held an umbrella and passed by the tourists.
Walked away from each other.
In the misty and rainy towers in Jiangnan, how many romantic past events, who can remember?
It's okay if you can't remember.