Pear blossoms behind Qingming

"Okay, brother, since you know it well, then I won't say more." The corners of Xiao Sa's lips twitched slightly, and he took out a knife pinned to his belt.

The knife was very small, not much bigger than a thumb, and it had a cold light.

The next moment, the cold tip of the knife touched Xiao Se's heart.

It is where the mystery of longevity lies.

The tip of the knife pierced through his clothes and cut his flesh.

There is no blood to shed, but the pain is overwhelming.

The tip of the knife penetrated a little bit, and soon touched the jade embedded in the body.

Suddenly, someone came to report.

"Your Majesty, Reverend Shi Huai is asking to see you."

pick up Huai...

A disciple under the Jade Throne...

"Let him in." Xiao Sa ordered, and turned to look at Xiao Se's face.

"Heh, I want to see what other tricks my brother has."

Xiao Se pursed his lips and remained silent.

In fact, he didn't have any tricks at all, and he didn't know why Shi Huai came here. You must know that he and Shi Huai hadn't met face to face a few times, and they were just brothers in name.

Soon, Shi Huai was brought in, followed by a man with his head lowered, holding a white whisk for Shi Huai, dressed in white, wearing a cloak, with a wide cap covering most of his face, Can't see clearly.

Shihuai bowed to Xiao Sa and said, "I am here today to help His Majesty."

"Oh?"

"Although this heart-locking jade can make the soul immortal, it can only be used once. After it is used once, it needs to be repaired. Xiao Dao came here today to repair this object for His Majesty. I hope His Majesty will be merciful and let it go." Xiaodao's master Huyu Zhenren..."

Xiao Sa raised his eyebrows: "Yes." In fact, he didn't fully believe it, but just wanted to see what Shi Huai wanted to do.

Shi Huai turned his head to look, and the person behind him understood, took a few steps forward, respectfully took the knife in Xiao Sa's hand, and stabbed Xiao Se in the heart.

Xiao Se saw his hands, which were thin, white and slender, very familiar.

this person……

Is it Ching Ming?

No...you don't wear white clothes during Qingming Festival...

But...it's too similar...

A sharp pain cut off Xiao Se's thoughts.

He lowered his head, half of the black jade had been gouged out.

At this time, those slender and white fingers suddenly moved from the handle to the blade.

The sharp blade was immediately embedded in the flesh, and the dark red blood flowed into the jade along the blade and was completely absorbed.

That person suddenly said, "Treasure."

His voice was so soft that only Xiao Se could hear it.

In an instant, Xiao Se's heart was shocked.

... Qingming!

……

Yunyuan Palace.

"Why are you here?" Shihuai asked the person in front of him.

"I can't think of where else to go..." Qin Yuanxi tightly clenched the corner of her sleeve with her fingers.

"You really want to save him?"

Qin Yuanxi didn't answer, but closed her eyes slightly.

"It's not impossible...but you just..."

"The Daoist made it clear."

"Forget it, I'll tell you everything I know." Shihuai told Qin Yuanxi verbatim what Huyu Daoist had told him before he left, and Qin Yuanxi's complexion turned pale.

"The method is very simple. When pulling out the lock heart jade, pour your own blood on it. In this way, when the lock heart jade is completely pulled out, the souls of the two of you will be exchanged, and his soul will merge into yours." Body, instead of you. But you..."

"Yes." Qin Yuanxi didn't think about it.

"You can still think about it."

"If I don't go, who else can go?"

"I." Shi Huai smiled slightly: "I will go, even if I save him, it's meaningless, because this person is really not smart and doesn't know how to fight."

Qin Yuanxi shook her head: "If you want him to become a Taoist priest, I'm afraid it will be more uncomfortable than letting him die."

Shi Huai was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"Too."

☆, Fanwai: Flawless

It's the Ching Ming Festival again, just like the thousands of Ching Ming Festivals in the past, the sky is drizzling with light rain, but it's not very gloomy.

There are many rains in the Qingming season, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Desperate...

A few passers-by were in a hurry, smart people were looking for shelter from the rain, wise people opened the umbrellas they brought, and not-so-smart but thoughtful people were rushing in the rain, hoping to arrive soon.

When they passed by a tall building with the words "Pear Blossom Falling" written on a plaque, they would feel a sense of emotion in their hearts.

Not for anything else, but because of the pillar of pear blossoms, Qin Yuanxi, who suddenly retired half a year ago, put aside all her fame and fortune, and did not know where she went.

It stands to reason that the person who left should have gradually faded out of everyone's memory, but the surprise left by Qin Yuanxi was too profound, and now that he has retreated bravely, it has instead become a ray of snow in people's hearts.

In the depths of the alley, a person walked unhurriedly.

He was wearing a snow-white cloak, and the wide cloak hat covered most of his face.There is a long sword at the waist, the black scabbard and the snow-white robe complement each other, making people look at it from a distance, and feel a little distorted in a trance.

The man in white walked slowly.

A young man passed by the alley with some newly purchased things.

His name is Qi'an, and he used to be Qin Yuanxi's servant.

When Qin Yuanxi left, he didn't take him away, but just gave him some money to settle down.

That money is not much.

Qi'an doesn't think Qin Yuanxi is stingy, he knows what it means to be pregnant.

At this moment, a touch of snow white appeared from the corner of his eye.

If he turned his head and took a look, he could see the figure he was very familiar with.

However, the pattering raindrops urged him to quicken his pace.

After all, I couldn't see it.

The man in white walked slowly all the way until he reached a small cemetery.

He waited in the dark, and waited for the grave-sweepers to arrive at random, and then left one after another.

It will be late.

He came out slowly, until he came to a corner.

There is a solitary grave there, which is small and has no stele.

The man in white half knelt down, not looking at the corners of his clothes that were stained with dust.

Stretching out his hand, his white and slender fingers carefully touched the small grave.

There is nothing in it.

But it has everything.

Once gained, and now lost...

"Qingming,"

He said softly, "I want to live a good life."

"...I hope you are still alive."

We should all live well.

Even if you live in the gutter, you have to be the cleanest existence in the gutter.

--use up.