"Don't feel bad. Wait a little longer. I may have to wait for you for a while. I will come back to stay with you."
Now that the oil has run out, he has no scruples and says something that sounds like he is talking nonsense.
Wang Xilou didn't understand. He just thought he was at the end and liked to say nonsense.
This guy always likes to tell fantasy-like jokes.
She smiled and said, "I will plant some woody flowers in the yard, and the fragrance will spread all over the place. If you look for the fragrance of the flowers, you will know where your home is."
"You want me to come back by myself, aren't you going to pick me up?"
"You're so lazy that you still want me to pick you up."
"Don't bother Mr. Zao, you are no match for the Immortal."
"If you can't beat him, I'll kick him!"
"It's a pity that I have been busy for a whole year and tidied up for so long, and I thought I could see the flowers blooming in this yard."
"I will take care of these flowers every year, and you can see them blooming when you come back."
"Can you do it alone? You're clumsy."
She glared at this guy in annoyance, and even at the end of the day, he still wanted to hurt her. It was really a shame.
Tears were flowing quietly on her face, but Wang Xilou seemed not to feel them at all. He only felt that the hand he held was getting colder and colder, and she panicked.
The man took off his mask.
Weared it on her face.
"I don't really want to see Wang Xilou crying," he said with a smile.
Through the two pupils of the mask, she saw the face of a young man wearing the same weird clothes as when they first met, with a handsome smile.
"Sing me a song," he said.
Not long after, gentle humming could be heard in the yard.
That's nice to hear.
It's a pity that it has a crying tone and few of the words are in tune.
"The singing is really ugly."
"Begging for a beating."
He turned into fireflies all over the sky and disappeared between heaven and earth together with the mask on her face.
The yard was empty.
Only then did Wang Xilou realize that his home was so deserted.
She was stunned for a long, long time. Then, as if nothing had happened, she swept the floor of the house, went to dry the clothes for washing, and filled the rice jar with rice after drying the clothes. Because no one was making trouble, these chores were all done. It was finished quickly, and at noon she took out all the food and looked at the bowls and chopsticks placed across the table.
"Why did you still get two bowls of rice..."
She wanted to laugh at herself for being confused, but she already broke down in tears.
After a few days, everyone nearby knew that the man in the Wang family who always wore a mask passed away.
Wang Xilou was dressed in white, with paper money floating in front of the door. Yang Baotou, Shang Fuzi, and the nearby neighbors sighed, but Wang Xilou just smiled and expressed his gratitude to everyone who came to mourn.
She said that the man didn't like her being cold and didn't like seeing her cry, so it was better to smile more.
From then on, the flower shop stopped selling flowers and sold incense candles instead.
The flowers in the yard cannot be sold. When he comes back, let him see if he can take care of them by himself.
You can't be underestimated, right?
"Why do you like to talk nonsense like him?"
She likes to listen to operas and also likes to hum to herself, not to mention that it's quite similar.
The vernal equinox is here again, and the spring rain is like crisp.
This Jiangnan is full of traces of him.
The flowers in the yard bloomed, and the rain hit the petals and fell into the soil.
More than a hundred years later, Wang Xilou cultivated the seventh shadow and went to Zao Lord's territory.
The battle lasted for more than half a month, and half of the mountains in that area were ice and snow, and half were lava.
Zao Lord's fairy mansion was also destroyed into ruins, and countless precious things were destroyed.
In the end, Wang Xilou was defeated and was seriously injured and fled. Zao Lord felt wronged and did not want to continue to die.
In fact, he was also injured in that battle, and not seriously.
This was the first time that a mortal dared to challenge an immortal, made such a fuss, and managed to retreat in the end.
The battle at Wang Xilou completely made him famous, and everyone in the world knew that there was a terrifying zombie living by the Xiangjiang River.
She doesn't care about worldly affairs and runs an incense and candle shop.
When people asked her why she stayed by the Xiangjiang River, she said she was waiting for someone.
Several hundred years passed, and the story of the great cultivator who was invincible under the immortals came to an end after he failed to seize the Immortal Sect.
"Do you want to be my apprentice?"
She smiled and said to a child in that small mountain village.
…
Junsha, modern cities are very noisy at night, and unless there is a strong wind, there are no stars in the sky.
Feng Wuli froze in the yard for a long time, and suddenly realized that he was back.
He almost closed his eyes there, and when he opened them again, he was back five hundred years in the future, and he didn't even change his position.
Appeared directly in the yard.
He was still wearing the clothes he had before returning to the past, not the winter clothes Wang Xilou made for him.
The lights on the second floor were on. After staying there for a year, he didn't turn around and thought about it for a long time.
Then he lifted his feet and returned upstairs.
The TV was on and the lights were on, but Wang Xilou was nowhere to be seen, hugging his legs on the sofa and watching TV. There was no one in the living room.
Empty.
It was so empty that he felt a little flustered.
At this time, there was a sound of running water in the toilet. He turned around and saw the little zombie with a hair in his head and a mop coming out.
I was stunned when I saw him: "You're back?"
"I just came back...where are you mopping the floor?"
"Go and sit on your side and put your feet up."
"oh."
Feng Wuli was sitting on the sofa, hugging her legs, watching the little zombie mopping the floor. The ground was so reflective that the fan hanging from the ceiling was blowing. She went to the toilet to wash the mop again, and walked out while wiping her hands. Sufeng Wuli was still looking at himself in shock.
"Inexplicable."
Because the ground was wet, she was afraid of getting it dirty, so she stepped a long way forward on tiptoes, and finally jumped onto the sofa. Feng Wuli, who was sitting on the sofa, was shaken by the shock.
Is this guy still staring at me?
"Is there something dirty on my face?"
Feng Wuli shook his head.
"Then why are you staring at me?"
There was only the sound of the TV and the fan in the living room, and he felt like he was always hallucinating, hearing the sounds of things that happened five hundred years ago.
The two of them were sitting on the sofa in front of the TV. There was an unpleasant wet smell on the mopped ground. He moved a little over, sat next to the little zombie, and turned to watch the TV.
"Three Lives, Three Lives, Ten Miles of Peach Blossom? Do you still want to read this?"
"No turning channels allowed."
"Would it be nice to sing by the river tonight?"
"It's just average, not as good as Master's singing."
"Awesome."
"What tone are you using?"
Got a beating.
Does Wang Xilou know that he is the person from that time? Feng Wuli didn't know.
Maybe you guessed it when you cultivated the ninth shadow and obtained trillions of eternal tribulations, or maybe you knew it at the first sight of yourself.
No wonder he accepted him as his disciple, no wonder he was reluctant to take Youhuang away from him, no wonder he said this place would be his home from now on.
"Wang Xilou, I'm back." He said.
Wang Xilou was stunned and said with a smile, "Weren't you back long ago?"
"The Wuming is gone, it is broken, and all nine of your shadows cannot be recovered."
Wang Xilou was silent for a while, and the two leaned together and watched TV quietly.
After about a long time, she smiled and said: "That's it, it doesn't matter. Just be fine."
"The flowers are blooming beautifully in the yard."
"Call Master to listen?"
"Wang Xilou Wang Xilou Wang Xilou."
Another hit on the shoulder.
"Still asking for beatings."
"You can't be gentler."
"Don't bother Master watching TV."
Feng Wuli was speechless. He took out his mobile phone and started playing. The clock on the wall was ticking. Suddenly, the person next to him jumped into his arms and hugged him.
"What do you do..."
"Don't bother Master watching TV."
She didn't speak either, she just hugged herself tightly and spoke with a little vibrato.
Feng Wuli patted her back gently and said gently: "I'm back, haven't I? And I've been back a long time ago."
——
In Nanshan Temple, the crisp sound of wooden fish is still beating.
Duo
Duo
Duo
Why haven't you come to tell Xiaoseng to go back?
