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Lying on the bed, Ling Ning lifted up the thin sheets.
She put the PSP aside, took out the notebook from under the pillow and read it. The notebook she was looking at was a handwritten copy of the eldest lady of the Su family. The eldest lady cared about the original of the notebook and was unwilling to lend it to her.
The Notes of Qingcaotang, this is the last note left by the demon slayer who has never committed any killing.
There isn¡¯t much recorded in it, just three things.
One is the maze in the dream:
One night, a monster came to Qingcaotang.
The monster told her about a recent dream he had by a pond.
In the dream, the monster came to a huge palace. There are broken eaves and broken walls everywhere inside the palace, and most of the brilliant wall reliefs have been eaten away by wind and rain, and most of them have been wiped away. The sapphire railings were broken, the rubble was shattered, and wisps of white smoke were rising in the misty rain curtain.
¡°One room after another, there¡¯s never an end.
The monster has been walking for a long time. According to it, it has been walking inside for hundreds of years.
Its body is in the dilapidated palace, but it cannot touch any buildings in the palace.
They walked for a long time, so long that even monsters who are not very sensitive to the passage of time felt the emotion called loneliness.
I have been uneasy, depressed, crying, crazy, and desperate.
Finallyit died.
Yes, dead.
After telling the exorcist about his experiences, he found that the skinny, white-haired monster had been dead for a long time.
She came to the pond and placed a quilt on a stone beside the pond.
She drank some water and stared at the pond all afternoon. After the sun went down, she made tea by the pond, smelling the fragrance of the tea, and slowly waited for nightfall. When the night got late, I got into bed.
As usual, at this moment, she would go to bed on time.
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She didn¡¯t know when she fell asleep, but she knew she had arrived at the dilapidated palace that her friend had mentioned.
She stretched out her hand to test it, and just as her friend said, she couldn't touch anything.
She wandered aimlessly through the palaces without any anxiety or worry.
Only those eyes, which were always as bright as the warm sun, revealed a lingering anger.
She had been gone for a day and looked calm.
She has been gone for a month and her face is calm.
She has been gone for a year and looks calm.
She has been gone for ten years and looks calm.
She has been gone for a hundred years and her face is calm.
She has been gone for thousands of years, and her expression has not changed slightly.
She has been gone for thousands of years!
The timeline of the dilapidated palace suddenly reversed. The rain curtain that was sending out wisps of white smoke gradually stopped, and the broken eaves and broken walls flew up from the ground, taking on a completely new look. The wall reliefs that had been eroded by wind and rain and had been blurred became brilliant.
The sapphire railings are reborn, and the rubble is broken and gathered.
In a trance, a silver moon rose high and played sacred music.
A rainbow of light connected in front of her, and this magnificent palace opened its door to her at this moment.
She shook her head slowly and turned away, the anger in her eyes never dissipating.
A shrill wail came from the palace, and the endless and boundless splendid palace suddenly collapsed.
wake up.
In the sunshine on a sunny day, a faint colorful light rises from the pond and slowly dissipates.
¡®The palace is called Xuhua Menghong. The world is full of phenomena, and people's hearts are sophistry. In an increasingly indifferent world, people feel more and more empty. When this emptiness merges with the karma flowing out of the gap between the human world and hell, this scenery called vanity will be born. Not a demon, not a demon, not a living thing, just a phenomenon. ¡¯
"There is no good or bad. The wreckage and broken walls that the people you meet are all transformed by the emptiness in your heart. Those who are assimilated by the emptiness have truly spent thousands of years." And those who finally enter the glorious palace will own this dream maze. This thing is of great benefit to spiritual practice and should be taken. "
"However, this thing is stained with the blood of a friend, so I won't take the rest.'
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The second one is the spirit-veined wandering soul:
This is also what happened to her friend.
She has a friend who is not a monster. Of course, it does not belong to the human species. This friend likes to travel around the world, and every once in a while, he will stay in her cabin for three or four days.
Of course, when traveling around the world, friends will also send her some weird gifts.
It started on a cloudy day, when it hadn¡¯t rained yet, and the dark clouds made people feel a little depressed.
She moved out the deck chair and sat under the eaves.
There is no boredom or depression.
For ordinary people, the bad weather did not give her any bad emotions. Perhaps it was because few people came to Qingcaotang, so she naturally fell in love with living alone.
One person watches the sunrise, one person watches the sunset, and one person watches the rain curtain.
In her opinion, all these things are a kind of adjustment to the ordinary life, although sometimes they cause some troubles. But if not, there will always be some missingfor example, friends who have been here.
The thing my friend sent me was a broken piece of jade, most of which was broken into pieces. There were faint yellow spots on the broken crack, which looked very historical. She didn't care about it at first, but after reading it, she put it in a drawer in the room. It was full of strange objects a clock, a disc, petrified seeds, and an old book with only a few pages left.
Just when she was about to shut it in the drawer as usual, the broken jade suddenly glowed dimly.
The light blue flickered, then went out after a while.
She picked up the jade again, walked to the window, and looked at the sun for a few times.
He tapped his fingers on the broken jade expression and then put it down.
She placed the jade stone on the table.
From then on, on the seventh day of each month, the jade will glow with a light blue glow.
On the fifteenth day, there will be a clear sound coming from the jade.
On the twenty-eighth day, the jade will be broken again.
Month by month.
It has been three years in the blink of an eye.
She placed the jade on the table at the end of her home, opened the window, and could see several pear trees blooming outside the window.
The already broken jade shrank by more than half.
Her Qingcaotang has been very quiet these years. Except for a few times when sick people came for medical treatment, she just collected herbs, dried them, and then made them. Some children from the town not far away will come to play, and soon the elders will be found. Apart from that, I haven¡¯t had many friends visit me over the years.
I read and write quietly, and make two cups of tea in my spare time.
Sit at the table for a long time and drink slowly.
Her ordinary life, her life is neither hard work nor gorgeous.
She is her, the owner of Qingcaotang, a person as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
The sixth year, this summer is very hot.
In the green grass hall, at the end of the field of vision, the broken jade has disappeared.
There is only a little bit of dust left that has not had time to disperse.
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She smiled slightly and put away the jade ashes.
Walking to the back mountain, there is a rock wall.
With one hand, he sprinkled the ashes on the rock wall, and then clicked on the rock wall to draw a gorgeous picture.
It was a huge mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, shrouded in layers of clouds.
The mountains on the rock wall seem to move as she paints. Layers of gorgeous light shone, and the endless mountains under the clouds seemed to be alive, moving, rising, and rolling like a dragon.
In that picture, a figure stood on the mountain peak, waving to her.
She walked into the rock wall with a smile.
Gathering among the scrolls, she saw that person.
Cut down trees, make pots, and make tea.
Sitting under the tree, looking at each other, smiling slightlyreads;.
There is no burden of words, and there is no redundancy of movements. Raise your glass and savor it slowly.
As the sun sank into the mountains, she stood up and dusted herself off.
Without looking back, she took a few slow steps and walked out of the rock wall.
The rock wall fades away, and the spiritual veins disappear
That figure slowly faded away as if it had never existed.
"I was not good at words in my life, and I have seven or eight friends with me. I am lucky to have one more person."
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The third thing was not completely recorded, because the person had not completed it when he took the notes.
Its name is: Yu Linglong.
"Besides Rin, there are other guys like this. I really want to meet"
The world is vast and there are thousands of kinds of people.
Of course, many things in the world are helpless.
Even such an interesting person is already dead?
It can no longer be foreseen,?Can¡¯t see it either.
The man named Qingcao died.
Her friends should be very sad that such a guy died.
Ning sighed and put away the Qingcaotang journal. Then he got out of bed and walked towards the window.
It¡¯s late at night, it¡¯s past 12 o¡¯clock. But she was not sleepy at all. For her, sleeping was actually no longer necessary. She could actually keep moving if she wanted to.
Sitting by the window, she looked at the crescent moon.
Today¡¯s moon is small and very delicate.
¡°Well, just like little Wangshu. .
She didn¡¯t know why, but she always felt that something was missing, that there was something strange that she couldn¡¯t explain, which made her a little irritable.
In the distance, a vision appeared at some point and slowly unfolded before her eyes. On the pavilion with the floating corridor, the misty green smoke above the roof exuded a faint, silver-gray light, billowing in the dim night.
Something is struggling, an illusory arm from the depths of the floating corridor, grabbing the billowing smoke. It tore through the green smoke and crawled slowly from the floating corridor There was a huge black shadow, the specific shape of which was unclear.
Ning looked away and then turned around.
Just now, that weird sense of voyeurism appeared again, it had never been so clear.
"What is this?"
Su family, what must have happened to this former exorcist family!
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It was late at night, and Xun Niang walked through the corridor carrying a lantern.
Her room is not far from the library, but it is not close either.
Because of that incident, she could only take care of Su Yi's daily life, but could not accompany her forever.
Pushing open the bookstore door, she put away the dirty shoes at the door.
When she came, Su Yi had already gone to bed and was wearing only a layer of cyan clothes. At some point, the red blanket wrapped around her body had slipped off, and her hand rested on a notebook she had finished reading. For some reason, her fingers were still twitching slightly even though she had already fallen asleep.
The pity in Xun Niang's eyes was even greater, and she picked up the three notebooks that Su Yi had read.
After looking at it, she placed "Qingcaotang Notes" in Su Yi's hand.
After wrapping a blanket around her, Xun Niang slowly exited the room and locked the door tightly.
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