Super Elation Under the Sun

Somewhere on the roof of the house in the depths of the alley, the green acacia, who disappeared as soon as he entered the house, was sitting on the roof, looking at the pavilion in the distance, and smiled slightly.

Beside her, there was a woman wearing a sarong, her face pale, but a calm expression. She was still holding an oil paper umbrella during the day, and she was completely covered by the umbrella. She was sitting in the green grove at the moment. Beside, sitting with the girl in Tsing Yi on the roof.

Just now after Qing Huai yelled an idiot, the woman whose original name was He Hua showed a slight smile. At this moment, seeing Qing Huai shouting an idiot and still had no plans to leave, she asked with some doubts: "Qing Miss Huai, why don't you help him?"

Qinghuai's expression was flat, "Always let him see the sinister place of this mountain and river, or else people who come out of such a small place will not be eaten and wiped out after going outside?"

Hehua covered her mouth and chuckled, thinking of Miss Qinghuai that you don't look too big, and how you say it is always old fashioned.

Qing Huai turned his head to look at He Hua, and asked incomprehensibly, "Why were you so sure when you made the bet?"

"Because I really can’t think of other possible outcomes. Huang Jin and I grew up together. When I got married, I knew he would come to me. Now that I have become a ghost, I despise me, but I must not delay him anymore." Speaking of Huang Jin, Hehua's eyes were gentle.

"In fact, Sister Lychee is not a bad person. If she hadn't been hurt too deeply and resented too much, she could have gone to reincarnation, but now she can't get out of this house, and she can't give up. It's actually very pitiful."

Qing Huai asked: "She killed you, don't you blame her?"

He Hua shook his head, looking calm.

Qing Huai was silent. She didn't really understand the love between men and women. She had never seen her father caring too much about her mother on the side of the demon land, nor had her mother mentioned her father occasionally. This kind of gentleness, my father is a well-known figure in the demon land. Although my mother is not like my father, with such a big name, she is actually not an ordinary person. When I left home this time, my father knew about it. I didn't stop him, I just ordered a few words, but my mother, although there is some worry in the eyebrows, she never said too much, thinking about it, maybe only this kind of ordinary people can't let go of the word love?

Qing Huai suddenly said, "I just promised that fellow's master to take him to the border between Yanling and Dayu, plus he saved my life, otherwise, I would never look at him."

Hehua doesn't know where Yanling is, and Dayu doesn't even know. People in a small country like her, who have never been to the capital in this life, know that there is a wider place in the mountains and rivers. , Therefore, she never responded to Qinghuai's words, just thinking that Qinghuai must have different opinions in her heart.

The monsters and ghosts on this roof had some thoughts in their hearts, but none of them spoke.

The woman in the sarong stood up suddenly and said softly: "Girl Qinghuai, I will leave later, don't tell him."

Qing Huai nodded and asked, "Don't look at him anymore?"

The woman in the sarong shook her head with a clean smile.

Qinghuai didn't say much any more, just stood up, stepped off the roof, and came to the rockery outside the pavilion, looking at the panting Li Fuyao and the red-robed ghost who stood looking around.

Li Fuyao breathed a sigh of relief when the Qinghuai in Tsing Yi came to the field. His mood at this time was probably not the joy of the rest of his life, but the peace of mind to see Qinghuai.

Standing on the rockery, Qinghuai looked at Li Fuyao and asked, "Well, after I rescued you this time, will it be equalized?"

Li Fuyao smiled bitterly.

Qing Huai knows that some things are really even if they are equal.

The ghost in red looked at this obviously unusual girl now, with a little jealousy in her eyes, but she didn't rush to make a move. She raised her head and looked at Qinghuai with an indifferent expression.

Qing Huai said calmly: "I don't like people looking at me that way."

When the voice fell, Qinghuai stretched out his hand slightly, and a wisp of air floated out of the sleeves, and soon turned into a green silk thread. In the blink of an eye, it was like a rope to bind the red ghost.

Qinghuai walked down the rockery, did not go to see her, but said as he walked: "Lonely souls and wild ghosts."

The red ghost has a hideous face and is constantly struggling, but no matter how hard she struggles, she can't get rid of the seemingly long green thread.

Qing Huai came to Li Fuyao's side, glanced at the tiger's mouth that broke apart, and said softly: "I want you to see the sinister mountains and rivers. By the way, teach you something for Chen Sheng. Do you blame me?"

Li Fuyao grinned and said dryly: "Where can I blame you."

Qing Huai nodded, "Very well, if you blame me, I will definitely beat you into a pig head today."

Li Fuyao was stunned.

Qing Huai looked at Huang Jin, "You know she is not her, so I killed her. Do you have any comments?"

Huang Jin was slightly confused, but after a while, he returned to his mind and asked, "Where is He Hua?"

Qing Huai said calmly: "I have already reborn, this female ghost was mistaken by the people in this house that she had an affair with outsiders, so she threw her into the well and drowned in it, but her resentment persisted, so her soul persisted. , Became a wild ghost and took revenge on this family. All the people in the house died. Although she had nothing to do with this matter, she was also implicated and died. Not everyone can become a ghost after death, so she has already gone Reborn, you won't see her anymore."

The scholar who had read the book for half his life sighed and looked very frustrated. He asked in a low voice, "Can you let me see her again?"

Qinghuai did not speak, expressing acquiescence.

Huang Jin wiped his face and wanted to look at the female ghost in red again, only to find that the female ghost's face had already become another face. Although they were all women, they were a world of difference.

Huang Jin lowered his head and smiled, "It's okay."

Qing Huai turned his head, looked at the hideous red-dressed female ghost, and said calmly: "You are bound in this house, you can't walk, and you can't be in other climates. I'm not a good person. In the end, let you choose again. , End or continue to stay here alone?"

The hideous color on the face of the ghost in red no longer, and returned to plain.

She smiled sadly, "Master Immortal can really end my pain?"

Qinghuai nodded gently.

The red ghost was silent for a moment, and finally whispered softly: "Master, let's do it."

Green locust flexed slightly.

The green silk thread on the woman in red began to wander away, and the woman in red looked extremely indifferent. Huang staggered two steps before coming to the woman in red, and asked unwillingly: "Hehua she really Is gone?"

The red ghost asked doubtfully: "Do you really think of her?"

Huang Jin nodded fiercely.

The body of the female ghost in red has gradually dissipated, but she lowered her head and muttered, "Is there really a good man in this world?"

After saying this, the red ghost has disappeared without a trace.

Huang Jin stretched out his hand, and then quickly took it back, he muttered, "You're not her."

Qing Huai turned around calmly, and only said one word, "Go."

Li Fuyao put away the hatchet to Huang Jin, rubbed his chest, and followed Qinghuai to the outside of the house.

Huang Jin was left alone and stood there.

This daring scholar who dared to carry a knife to grab his relatives suddenly burst into tears and burst into tears.

He did not cry in front of Qinghuai, nor did he cry in front of Li Fuyao, but when there was no one, Huang Jin's tears could no longer be stopped. He allowed the tears to slide across his face without wiping, just staying like this. Stand still.

Soon there was only the soft whimper of a scholar in this house.

In the distance, where Huang Jin was destined to be invisible, Li Fuyao and Qinghuai stood in the distance looking at Huang Jin. Li Fuyao asked, "Is the woman named Hehua still there?"

Qing Huai turned his head and glanced at Li Fuyao.

Li Fu waved his hand, "It's just that the woman's death must be real."

Qing Huai sneered and said, "Unexpectedly you are not stupid at all."

"If you hadn't met the woman, how else would you know so much."

Li Fuyao said such a sentence as an explanation.

Qing Huai asked suddenly: "Li Fuyao, you said, is this silly entanglement between men and women good or bad?"

"How do you say?" Li Fu shook his eyebrows.

"Naturally it is a matter of cultivation." Qinghuai took it for granted.

Li Fuyao said uncertainly: "Chen Sheng didn't say that this love matter affects cultivation."

Qing Huai sneered: "Your cheap master doesn't care."

Li Fuyao did not answer, but looked at the distance. A woman with an umbrella was looking at Huang Jin from a distance.

Li Fu shook his lips, "This is the woman."

Qing Huai didn't speak up, just looked at the woman.

The woman holding the umbrella looked at Huang Jin from a distance, silently crying.

After a long time, the woman stretched out her hand from under the umbrella, but it was a pity that the hand stretched out under the umbrella, as if it had been burned by something, and white smoke began to appear.

The woman didn't seem to know it, but she threw the umbrella away and made a hug gesture, but she still didn't take a step forward.

Visible to the naked eye, the woman's body began to gradually turn into white smoke.

Huang Jin still stood there, without looking back.

When the woman's body had completely dissipated, Huang Jinfu reached his mind and turned his head suddenly, but behind him was empty. Apart from an umbrella, there was nothing else.

Huang Jin walked over and picked up the umbrella.

Put it away in your arms.

This umbrella is clearly what he sent out.

He began to look around.

Still nothing is seen.

Finally, Huang Jincai whispered: "You are afraid of my sadness, so you refuse to come to see me the last time?"

No one answered him, but he nodded.

He stood by the umbrella, opened his hand, as if trying to hold someone in his arms.

And that location happened to be where the woman stood before.

Li Fuyao thought of a half-line of the former sage's verse for no reason.

Obviously he knew that the verse was the homesick verse of the former sage, but he didn't know why, but he felt that it was very suitable.