Inside and Outside World

"Old man, who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going?"

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In the spiritual world, he didn't turn on the genes for spiritual perception. He doesn't even know if this old man is a human or a ghost. Anyway, let's chat first and get some information.

Under his questioning, the old man did not answer, and remained silent. Outside, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, rolling up large strands of snowflakes and flying straight into the temple. The fire was dim, reflecting the broken mountain **** in golden armor, the judge With the little ghost, the temple was filled with a strong sense of gloom.

Yan Luo took off the weapon behind his back and held it in his hand.

This old man, it doesn't look right... If you suddenly want to kill someone suddenly, or in the dark night in the dilapidated mountain temple, raise your head under the gloomy firelight, do a face-changing in Sichuan opera, and at the same time say faintly Previous sentence: "Who do you say I am..."

Yan Luo can't do without, use this thousand-year-old lightning strike mahogany sword baptized by thunder, and give this old guy a ruthless blow!

Just when he was about to take action, the old man said:

"When I was young, I liked to watch silk-drawing operas, and indulged in the skill of panling puppets. As I got older, my ambition became stronger, so I took this as my career, and enjoyed myself with objects like people. But I wandered all my life. I have nowhere to go and no companion. , the only puppet accompanying him."

While talking, the old man raised his skinny hand like a chicken's claw, and slowly stroked it beside him, sitting on the black hair of the puppet on the three-foot red platform.

A drop of turbid tears slid down his face.

"I am old now, and my years have passed away. What else is left besides this silk puppet?"

Yan Luo: "Oh, Magia Bakune."

The old man didn't seem to hear Yan Luo's words. He wiped away his tears, lifted the stage in front of him, and pulled the silk thread with his skinny ten fingers—finger pull, pick and move, just a simple movement of the fingers, it was like endowing a puppet The life of the puppet is average.

"Hey, ya~~~"

The sound in the old man's mouth, obviously he was an old man, but the soft voice of a Huadan girl sounded clear and melodious to the ears. On the square-inch stage covered by three feet of red cotton, the puppet girl, pulled by the silk thread of ten fingers, also began to Stroll gracefully, and dance in response to the music.

"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming all over, like this, they are all paid to the ruined wells and ruins. No matter what the day is, the beautiful scenery is beautiful. Whose yard is it to enjoy the pleasure? Flying in the morning and evening, the clouds and green pavilions, the rain and the wind, and the smoke and waves. Painting boats. Jinping people are special It’s so cheap to see! The cuckoos are singing red all over the green hills, and the shreds of tobacco are drunk and soft outside the tea, it’s like a beautiful flower for you, like a year like water..."

This old man sang the song "The Peony Pavilion", singing a female voice in his mouth, his fingers fluttering, and under the light of the fire, the puppet **** the red cotton on the stage raised her hands, frowned and smiled, enough to move people's hearts, as if what she saw was not just a A puppet, but a living and beautiful girl.

That rouge and gouache, lightly applied to make the cheeks red and the eyes charming,

The water sleeves are stretched, the flowers fly to the moon, and a ray of love is stirred up in the world of mortals...

The tone of the old man's tune was clear and flying at first, mellow and fluent, and gradually began to sob and mournful, intermittently speechless, only the puppet girl was still dancing happily, her petite body was wrapped in red silk and satin, she was looking forward, Wang Qing's eyes were like water, and there was a touch of Daisy. His eyebrows were like smoke, and there was a trace of sadness between his brows.

After singing the song "Peony Pavilion", the old man kept silent, and the whole temple was silent, only the howling sound of the external gust of wind sweeping the snowflakes, and the subtle "cracking" of burning wood and paper in the brazier, which made people feel even more lonely.

The old man hugged the puppet in his arms, and there was a smile from the heart on his face with muddy tears.

But the smile quickly faded away.

"My whole life is down and out, and it's all mistaken by puppets. It's cold, and it's hard to buy winter clothes. If you're so poor, it's better to burn it!"

In the temple, there are many yellow papers, not enough to burn. The few pieces of dry firewood in the brazier were about to burn out, and the fire was dim. The old man suddenly threw the puppet into the brazier. Yan Luo could have stopped it, but he didn't. The incomparably charming puppet fell into the flames.

"Speaking of which, this figure should be able to sell for a lot of money in the real world...at least not worse than that 9.8 billion figure..."

Having said that, this puppet may not be able to be taken out. Moreover, this is a level 1 spiritual world. There must be some problems with the old man or the puppet, but I don’t know who it is. I feel that the old man may be more likely. The old man still looks like no one else...

When Yan Luo was deducing in his mind, he suddenly saw in the brazier, the puppet girl tactfully stood up and said goodbye, her appearance was like a living person, her face was full of tears, and she burst out with a smile.

Then the puppet disappeared in the bonfire.

Immediately, the flame that was about to be extinguished in the brazier was almost ten times larger, and a warm air flow filled the icy mountain temple.

For a moment, Yan Luo had a feeling of "Chang Wei, you still said you don't know martial arts". He originally thought that the ghost in this world was in the old man. It turns out that the puppet girl is the ghost—at least it is a weirdness.

"By the way, if the puppet is burned, can it leave this spiritual world?"

Yan Luo waited quietly.

In the brazier, it looks like a puppet of a 15- or 6-year-old girl, from the satin dress on her body, to her onion-like fingers, her lotus-root-like arms... body parts are slowly burning~www.wuxiaspot.com~ , the old man's face was full of tears, and he stared at all this in a daze.

It was not until the wind and snow cleared, the night passed, the sky turned bright, and the puppet girl burned the last strand of black hair in the brazier.

Just a speck of dust.

The old man suddenly covered his face and cried loudly: "I'm warm, I'm lonely."

"You burned it yourself, and it has nothing to do with me!" Yan Luo reminded, he still didn't let go of the suspicion that the old man was a ghost - if this guy starts to run away and becomes green-faced, fangs, **** mouth, and pounces on him, don't Blame him for going crazy-thousand-year lightning strikes the mahogany sword!

The old man beat his chest and fell to his feet, weeping loudly as if there was no one else around. At this moment, the surrounding scenery suddenly became distorted and changed violently.

The scene before Yan Luo's eyes changed from the original mountain temple, brazier, and old man to a mountain road with dense fog, heavy snow, deep night, and a ray of fire in the distance.

"What the hell?"

Yan Luo found out that this was not the place where he entered the inner world at the beginning? He stood there speechless for a while, the wind was too cold, he thought for a while, stepping on the snow as before, braving the cold wind and heading towards the place where the fire was.

"I shouldn't, see an old man and a puppet again."

Whispering in his mouth, he struggled to walk on the snowy ground, and soon Yan Luo found a dilapidated temple, a dilapidated and decayed wooden door, and when he pushed it open, there was another "creaking" sound that made people's teeth ache, and it opened slowly The entrance shows the scenery inside the temple.

The mountain god, the judge, the little ghost, the burning brazier, the old man, and the three-foot stage covered with red cotton, and a bird that should have been thrown into the fire and burned to ashes. A puppet girl with eyebrows like ink paintings and a **** like autumn water.

Yan Luo: "..."