Dawn is approaching.
The eastern sky began to turn white, the stars disappeared, and the vast sky was dyed with a dreamy rose color.
The darkness in the house seemed to be blown away by the morning breeze.
The young man was wearing a green shirt, holding a writing brush, sitting next to the desk, his handsome face as clear and clean as morning dew.
"Miss Lu," Gu Xu said softly, "Actually, I don't mind. Really."
Lu Shiyao's remnant soul didn't respond.
The only sound in the quiet room was her suppressed sobs.
Gu Xu sighed.
He knows that man is a magical creature.
They can be very strong and can withstand any unimaginable pain when necessary; but in the end they always fall easily in a very soft place.
For example, the remnant soul of Lu Shiyao, for the obsession of revenge, had waited tenaciously for fifteen years in this long night, but when it saw the dawn, it could no longer suppress the urge to cry.
Gu Xu felt that he should try to comfort this painful girl.
According to her mood notes written on colorful flower paper, she had hardly smiled since her mother's death.
Therefore, Gu Xu hopes that when she disappears from the world, she can temporarily let go of her past sorrow.
"Miss Lu...Shiyao?"
"……Um?"
"Has anyone told you before that your name is very nice?"
"No...no."
"Did your father name you this?"
"No, it's... it's my mother."
"Now, I want to tell you seriously," Gu Xu turned around with a smile as bright as the morning sun, "'Miss Lu, you have a nice name.'"
"Thank you...thank you."
"Because... the moment I heard your name for the first time, I thought of a sentence - 'Life is not just about the present, but also about poetry and the distance.'"
Lu Shiyao didn't say a word, but her sobbing suddenly stopped.
She was listening to him carefully.
"Qi Ling once said that she felt very sorry that we did not live in the same era," Gu Xu paused for a moment, then continued, "Actually... I feel very sorry for this too.
"Because, if we were born in the same era, I would at least have a competitor who is equally matched in talent and learning, and I can experience the joy of meeting an opponent in chess.
"Instead of being like now, I can only stand alone on the top of the mountain and sigh alone about how lonely it is to be invincible."
Lu Shiyao suddenly laughed.
Her laughter is like her person, soft, restrained, and controlled.
But Gu Xu could feel that her mood seemed to have become much more relaxed.
"Young Master is so confident," she said in a hoarse voice.
"Thank you for the compliment." Gu Xu responded with a smile.
Chu Fengge stood aside, silently listening to the conversation between the two.
"How come Gu Xu is a braggart better than me?" He couldn't help complaining in his heart.
…………
When the first ray of sunlight shone into Suxueyuan, Gu Xu stood up and left this room with Chu Fengge that had shed tears and blood.
The moment he crossed the threshold, he looked back for one last look, and then walked forward unswervingly.
He also rushed to the Exorcism Department of Qingzhou Prefecture to collect his merits, which he could use to exchange for elixirs and improve his cultivation.
Sadness and melancholy are undoubtedly extremely luxurious emotions for him.
His life in this world had just begun, and it was already dusk.
He must seize every minute and every second and run forward with all his strength in order to grasp the slim glimmer of hope before death catches up with him.
In this process, he was not always strong.
He had hesitated and complained during countless late nights of practicing alone.
But in the end, he chose to walk along that rugged road with a smile.
Because he doesn't want to regret it, nor does he want to disappoint those who care about him.
I don’t want to let down Chen Jisheng’s snow ginseng, and I don’t want to let down Shi Xiaohan’s elixir.
…………
After walking through the veranda, through the courtyard, passing through the hall and the hanging flower door, and bypassing the colorful screen wall of the south gate, Gu Xu and Chu Fengge finally walked out of the gate of Luzhai.
Wei Jiusi, from Qianhu Household in Qingzhou Prefecture, had already prepared a carriage and was waiting for them outside the gate.
And those practitioners of the Exorcism Department who had been trapped in the haunted house were leaving this terrifying ice prison one after another at this time, with the joy of surviving the disaster clearly written on their faces.
"Master Gu successfully solved the evil-doing ghosts in the haunted house. He is really a great contributor to our Qingzhou Mansion." As soon as he saw Gu Xu, Wei Jiusi immediately welcomed him into the carriage and said enthusiastically, "As expected, he is as young and talented as the rumors say. Be both wise and courageous.
"The Chief of Staff already knows about this matter. After you return to the Yamen, he wants to have an air conversation with you using the communication circle."
Wei Jiusi is a fifth-grade Qianhu, and Gu Xu is an eighth-grade experienced.
Logically speaking, Wei Jiusi could call Gu Xu by his first name.
However, maybe he felt that Gu Xu had an extraordinary background, maybe he was shocked by Gu Xu's amazing efficiency in solving the Lu family's haunted house overnight, or maybe he thought that Gu Xu was about to be rewarded and reused by the chief executive, but he inadvertently used The title of "adult".
"Thank you, Mr. Wei." Gu Xu raised the corners of his mouth slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.
History is indeed a little girl who can be dressed up by anyone.
Inadvertently, the lonely and melancholy girl became a "ghost with many evil deeds"; and Tang Hui, who tortured and killed innocent people, became a gentleman who killed relatives for justice.
When boarding the carriage, Gu Xu took one last look at the abandoned Lu family's old house.
All I saw was that its walls were in ruins and there was no one around.
The ice and snow have long since melted.
The traces of blood have long since faded away.
It's like a bird that has eaten all its food and has thrown itself into the forest, leaving behind a vast expanse of white and the earth is really clean.
At this time, Gu Xu suddenly found a pale pink flower note in his pocket.
He took it out and found a line of words written on it in beautiful hairpin-flowered regular script:
"May everything go well for you, sir, and may you live forever."
…………
At the same time, inside Suxue Zhai.
"Jinghong Pen" Qi Ling stood in front of the window, looking at the eastern sky.
Beside her, a slender girl appeared at some point.
Her body was translucent, floating three inches above the ground.
She was wearing a blood-stained plain white dress. Half of her face was extremely beautiful, but the other half of her face was bloody, dented and deformed, with horrific wounds.
There were also a pair of heavy shackles on her wrists.
The scars, shackles, and hoarse voice were all the marks left by hatred on her remaining soul.
Over the years, it was this hatred that made her become a feared demon in Qingzhou Lu's house.
But now, she was looking at the rising sun with a silly smile on her face, like an innocent child.
At her feet, there were more than twenty pieces of torn colored paper scattered.
There were various messages written on the paper.
For example, "Lucky stars all the way, call the tripod together with bells, rich literature and riches, wealth and longevity", such as "The joy of life lies in understanding each other", such as "Sincere friends are sincere, we can't miss each other", such as "The young master looks so similar when he smiles." sunny"……
But she was not satisfied with any of them and tore them all into pieces.
In the end, what she put in Gu Xu's pocket was just a simple sentence - "May everything be well for you, sir, and may you live forever."
"Ah Hong, do you know what makes me happiest right now?" She said to Qi Ling's suicide.
"Miss, what is it?"
"I didn't let him see me in such an ugly state," she said with a smile. "In this way, the me he remembers will be the flawless me on the mural."
Qi Ling sighed softly.
She knew that her young lady had been growing up in an environment of indifference and lack of love. Any kindness from the outside world would be firmly recorded in her heart.
For example, the book and inkstone back then were mostly just fulfilling the duties of a maid. But Lu Shiyao regarded her as a true friend and kept her by his side, fearing that she would leave.
The "Eternal Young Master" who just left today may be the same.
Others thought that she was the famous "the most beautiful woman in Jiaodong", the most dazzling talented woman of the Lu family, and the proud daughter of heaven who mastered famous weapons.
But in fact, she was just a girl shivering in the cold winter, huddled in the corner, longing for the sunshine of early spring.
"Ah Hong, you have to know that he is a very dazzling person," Lu Shiyao could be heard saying softly, "like the sun in the morning, it can dispel all the gloom.
"Standing next to him, a person like me who is twisted by hatred will really feel ashamed..."
"Miss..." Qi Ling sighed softly and quietly grabbed her sleeves.
The sun gradually rose, casting warm light on them.
At this moment, the shackles on Lu Shiyao's wrists disappeared, the blood stains on her skirt disappeared, and the scars on her face also disappeared.
She regained her former beautiful appearance.
"Ah Hong, no matter what, tomorrow is a new day, right?"
As she spoke, she and the weapon spirit turned into dreamy golden foam, and then gradually dissipated.
…………
The top of Yishan Mountain.
This is a nearly isolated place, filled with ice and snow that has not melted for thousands of years.
This is the territory of the snow girl, and it is also a restricted area for the human race.
At this moment, a girl stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the earth.
She has a slender figure, wearing a plain white dress, standing barefoot on the white snow, her long black hair fluttering in the wind.
There are only two colors on her body - the deepest and most distant black, and the purest and brightest white.
In this snow, she looked particularly pure and clear, with a soft luster on her skin.
As perfect as a doll carved from ice.
There was no expression on her face, and she looked extremely indifferent.
She was silent for a long time and finally spoke slowly.
"Really annoying."
Her voice is ethereal, melodious, and ethereal, without the slightest emotion.
Just like the ice of this cold mountain.
