The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 16 Red Embroidered Shoes

Wan Qiniang looked at the long sword in Wei Yuan's palm, her lips parted slightly, and she suddenly smiled and said:

"That's it...but I'm not going to stand still."

"Which one of us lives and dies, we have to try first."

The black hair behind her grew again, stained with cold water vapor, her fingers were blue and white, but the nails were sharp and black, and the red dress became strange, dyed with black spots, revealing a mottled ancient meaning.

She returned to the state of the devil again.

Zhou Yi and Xuan's expressions suddenly changed, Wei Yuan and Wan Qiniang's words, they could not hear clearly, but the change was understandable, they immediately wanted to step forward to help, but the wind in the ghost realm suddenly changed. It was violent, they used up the talisman, and they were in a state of disengagement, unable to move forward.

Wei Yuan held the sword in both hands.

The blood on the sword turned into a golden talisman.

She closed her eyes when she saw Wan Qiniang turning into a ghost again.

Then he drank lowly, hurried forward, his eyes fixed on the ghost's heart, his footsteps slammed, and the sword in his hand was handed out. His sword came out incisively and vividly.

The power rises from the feet, the waist, legs, arms, shoulders, and finally the wrists, every muscle that needs to be used is used; from the ground under the feet to the blade, the collision of every joint transmits the power, and finally perfuses it perfectly to the blade.

To do this is a perfect move.

Wei Yuan didn't have any thought.

This comes from the experience of Qi's army's life and death.

On the battlefield where one moment is too slow to die, there is no need to think about such complex body movements.

The blade smeared with Captain Crouching Tiger's blood did not hinder it in the slightest, piercing Wan Qiniang's heart, and her arms and nails avoided Wei Yuan like the old man just now, as if sending her heart to the sword Same on the blade.

The blood on the sword violently destroyed the soul body.

"why?"

Wei Yuan asked with his sword in hand.

Wan Qiniang's face returned to pale, she pursed her lips and smiled, but did not answer.

Over the ghost realm, strange vitality began to fluctuate violently.

The illusion woven by the soul's thoughts shattered little by little. The tall buildings, pavilions, and gardens disappeared, revealing the true appearance of collapse and dilapidation. disappear.

The aftermath before disappearing made Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi snorted and went into a coma.

The thing in Xuan Yi's hand fell to the ground, made a soft sound, and started to run.

Wei Yuan also received a positive impact, but the power of exorcism covered his body with a film-like shield, which cut off a large part of the damage, but his face was pale, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

If the soul body is injured, the external trauma will not be obvious, but the power will continue to flow away.

Wan Qiniang's soul body gradually became transparent and returned to heaven and earth.

Looking at Wei Yuan, she suddenly smiled and said:
"Young Master Wei said when he came here that he wanted to listen to a song by Qiniang?"

"………good."

"Does the son still have leisure and elegance now? I want to sing another song."

Wei Yuan nodded slightly.

Wan Qiniang stood in front of Wei Yuan and regretted:
"It's just a pity that there is no musical instrument, so I can only sing acapella."

"What's so difficult about this?"

Wei Yuan sat on a piece of bluestone, placed the eight-sided Han sword that was on the verge of its limit on his knees, and tapped the body of the sword with his fingers. The sound of gold and iron, after all, is strong.

Wei Yuan said:
"I play the sword and sing for the girl."

"There is Mr. Lao."

Wei Yuan paused for a moment and said, "Mr. Jiang, he has always been apologetic in his heart."

Wan Qiniang lowered her eyebrows and said softly:

"It's over, what's the point of bringing it up again?"

"I don't want to forgive them either."

"Well, that's also natural."

Captain Crouching Tiger, flicking his sword.

The wind and the wind were all blown away by the rain, and among the dilapidated pavilions and pavilions, the ponds also withered, and all the beauties and patrons of the year were gone, and the rouge shop had no customers. Prosperity is like a dream, but when the girl raised her hand, her sleeves twitched, her brows and eyes twitched, and she opened her mouth low.

That is still the Jiangnan of the year.

........................

Zhou Yi opened his eyes blankly.

She immediately recalled the scene before the coma, and shuddered.

Almost instinctively, he rolled to one side, and at the same time, he pulled the half-handed sword on the ground in his hand, looked up, and was stunned.

The ghost is no longer there.

The surrounding is no longer that vast ghost land theater, and the dilapidated appearance can be seen everywhere. The trees have fallen and rotted, and faint moss has grown, and mushrooms have grown on one side. On the windows of the ancient buildings. Forms white cobwebs.

The lotus pond withered.

It's no longer gloomy here, it's just rundown.

With his back to the two of them, Wei Yuan was sitting on Qingshi.

Zhou Yi breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You're all right, ... Where is Wan Qiniang?"

Wei Yuan said lightly: "The soul body is broken and returned to heaven and earth."

"Just wake up, I should go too."

He stood up.

Qiniang has disappeared, but the pair of red embroidered shoes, which is one of the basis for the existence of the ghosts, is still there. The fierceness has dissipated, but it is still not an ordinary object. It may attract the sojourn and use of lonely ghosts. Wei Yuan found I got a wooden box and put away the embroidered shoes and the stack of letterheads.

He thought of the words Qiniang said before disappearing, and his thoughts paused.

Then opened the black umbrella, turned around and walked out.

Zhou Yi saw the eight-faced Han sword, which had gone through a hard battle, stuck upside down in front of the bluestone.

Wei Yuan's fingers were red and swollen, and blood was flowing. Seeing that Wei Yuan had raised his hand to push the door and was about to leave, Zhou Yi subconsciously shouted, "Who are you?!"

Wei Yuan did not look back, but replied:

"Just an ordinary person looking at a museum."

"If you have a kung fu, you can come and see."

He pushed open the door and walked out along the stone road. The rain had stopped, and the stone was reflective. A tour guide led a group of tourists passing by and introduced loudly with a loudspeaker:

"...Everyone, look here, this is the most well-preserved ancient street in Jiangnan Road. There used to be many stalls here. Look here, this is Jixiangfang, a famous big rouge shop in Jiangnan in the past. Being able to use the good rouge here..."

"And the front is the Chunxiao Garden, the two major opera gardens in Jiangnan Road in the Ming Dynasty. It is also called Chunxiao Building. I think it will be open to everyone soon. When you come in and drink tea, there will also be our drama team on the stage. Sing opera and sing songs, let everyone experience the style of Ming Dynasty in ancient times..."

The tourists nodded in admiration.

Among them were two little girls who were no more than six or seven years old. While discussing their favorite ancient style of opera, they learned the appearance on TV. One hand was raised and the other was rolling up their sleeves, innocent and innocent.

in the sound of footsteps.

Wei Yuan held the umbrella and passed the tourists.

away from each other.

In the misty and rainy place in the south of the Yangtze River, how many romantic pasts, who can remember?
I can't remember.

(End of this chapter)