It is said that the most beautiful women in Chang 'an live in the "spring breeze blowing threshold".

I just heard, because no one has seen her for a long time.

Only people who have seen it say that the woman who blows the spring breeze must not be mortal. She was born when the winter snow fell on the petals and the spring breeze blew.

Her long hair was pulled up like satin washed in Mingshui River. Her lips smiled, like a peach wound peeled off in the April wind; Her cheeks, neck, shoulders, arms, hands and skin are covered with ice and snow, reflecting the thin and transparent white that the sun has not melted. Her body seems to be a little weak, and she wears a fox fur all the year round, which is covered with layers of complicated gauze; She seems to be very quiet, always leaning on the reclining chair carved by the yellow pear tree under the tree in the courtyard, reading leisurely.

She didn't speak, and no one heard her speak. Only on New Year's Eve every year, firecrackers and candlelight shine in the shadows, and she can hear the sound of playing the piano and singing in the spring breeze.

Everyone who listened to her singing said, ah, it's such a clear voice and such a cheerful tone, but why does it make people want to cry?

The ancient songs in the court of Qin and Han dynasties sounded in the prosperous Chang 'an, and every trace seemed to last a lifetime.

The hostess whose window sill is blown by the spring breeze is called A Xue.

The richest man in Chang 'an also lives there.

..... Well, let me correct it, it is the richest "subaltern". The emperor is human, too. I forgot about it.

The definition of "common people" is: not officials, not aristocratic families, not businessmen, not highwaymen. ...

"Where did his money come from? ! "I am puzzled by this conclusion.

The aunt in front raised her voice very cooperatively and made an exaggerated expression: "That's right! So it's strange! So come and ask Master and superfine product to help us! "

Aunt looked away from my face and looked at my master with respect.

At that time, my master was tickling with his legs crossed. He nodded "oh", aunt encouraged and continued:

"The owner of the' spring breeze blows olives' is so strange! No one knows what he does, and no one has seen him go out, but his family is so rich and flies like snowflakes! Their boss lives alone in a house! He wasted it! "

"Well," my master was embarrassed. "Madam, you see, rich people are basically not responsible for being original. Otherwise, you can ask the Letters and Calls Department (Jingshi Taxation Bureau)? "

"ouch! Not only rich! " Aunt shouted: "I have been a neighbor with him for so many years, and I have never seen him associate with any friends, but there are one or two days every month. At night, his house suddenly lights up, so lively, playing the piano, singing and writing poems ... will last all night." However, I stared at it: no one went in through his door. At dawn, no one came out of his house. "

"Oh!" I'm coming, ghost.

Aunt is more energetic than me: "And other neighbors also said-it's midnight, scary!" " You can often see several figures walking around upstairs, but as soon as the sun appears, the room must be empty again. "She lowered her voice:" Those people are gone. "

"Maybe the guests left early?" My master scratched the stubble. "But there must be a curfew. Please report it quickly and get a reward. "

"Neighbors heard that the man always talks to himself! Also talk to the tree! "

"Ah, this is a doctor's business ..."

"His family, his family ..."

My aunt stared straight with anxiety. I can't bear it any longer. I fanned Master aside and coughed, "Didn't you say he had a mistress?"

Aunt suddenly shut up. She stared at me for a long time and said, "Oh, by the way, he is still talking to his wife."

I was sweating like a pig: "This is really not our business.

Aunt said, "But his wife is dead."

Second, I+my master = a pair of poor people.

We're going to take this deal.

As my master is a slacker, of course I will run errands.

When I first arrived in Chang 'an, I could see the most famous "house" and the most mysterious owner of the imperial city, but there was no different opinion. Just as I was leaving the inn, I asked my host, "You don't seem very willing to accept this job?"

The old man's eyes were a little strange. He let out a cry.

"Why?"

My master lamented, "I hate rich people being teachers."

I looked at him, and then looked down at my clothes. ..... me too.

But that's why you have to make money! At least it's a mouth-to-mouth business. We drove the donkey and that guy all the way to Chang 'an, not only because he said, "The more prosperous the place, the easier it is to sneak out." There are many demons in the Imperial Capital. If it weren't for making a living ... well, no, if it weren't for fighting demons and exorcising demons to defend Qingping, what did we two poor wretches do to make ourselves excited when we went to this place where gold and silver flowed everywhere and everyone's mouth was full of oil?

"The ghosts of rich people are not easy to clean up." The old man glanced at me and added, "Then I have to go out and find the teacher."

Then he smiled: "So it's not that I don't want to, please."

Thick! I grunted, "I can use as many bowls as I want, and I can swing as many shovels as I want." Who told you that you couldn't join the Yin-Yang Division of the Palace as a protector? You have to choose business when you travel all over the world. You deserve to be poor. "

I say that finish, turned to go out. Master's voice of revenge sounded behind him: "When you have practiced kung fu, will you become a teacher?" Did you practice kung fu today? Did you learn that trick? Huh? ! "

I waved and ran away.

My master is a teacher of Yin and Yang.

Of course, this is a more orthodox, grand and pleasant name. Most people call him "Hey, that old man".

As for me, unfortunately, he picked me from an early age and naturally became his apprentice. I have learned the Yin and Yang techniques of a three-legged cat several times, and now I'm called Little Master.

Master always stressed to me: Ali, we are descendants of the orthodox Zou family of Yin and Yang, and we must not disgrace the lintel, you know?

..... Okay, I get it. The problem is that those "unorthodox" Yin and Yang teachers get along better than my master! People should have the power of gold and silver, and the person who climbs the highest is popular. If you drink spicy food around the emperor every day, don't say it. But even those people who cheat money in gossip clothes can at least eat meat at every meal, which is really unreasonable.

I asked master, your way is not that bad. What's wrong? He said righteously: "The right path is difficult." Fuck it.

However, there are advantages. Poor days are very happy. No burden, no fetters, just walk on the road. I have never missed anything and cared about anything.

Just take one. I am a contented person.

Oh, I forgot to mention, my name is Ellie. Sixteen years old.

This is my sixteenth year with Master.

Third, women, men and trees are all strange!

Spring breeze blowing sill is located in the northwest of Chang 'an, which is said to be a particularly large house. There is a bluestone brick wall outside the courtyard, flies and bats are flying on the eaves, and a large plaque with ochre background is hung on the lintel. When aunt described this to me, she just drew me a picture.

Actually, there is no need to go to so much trouble. I found it by smelling it all the way.

When I finally came to the wall, I covered my nose.

..... what a strong demand.

It's so arrogant, the smell is almost tangible, let alone me, even ordinary people will feel something is wrong when they get close to here. Moreover, it is conceivable that it has been lurking for a long time, and even the blue bricks on the courtyard wall and the vegetation in front of the door have infiltrated this sense of dizziness.

As expected, this house is inhabited by creatures other than people. There seems to be ... a lot.

But what really surprises me is that the huge house with evil spirits is mixed with pure and holy breath that only monks and immortals have.

How is that possible? Are there monsters and practitioners living together? Or is there something sacred in the room? I'm incredible.

Moreover, it is this kind of energy that is more troublesome than having it. I can't feel its source and context for the time being. It was separated and introduced into my chest and lungs, which gradually relaxed my mind even in a strong and unfamiliar atmosphere.

Hey, hey, I came to feel it. I haven't touched the door. I am sleepy first. This is not a good sign!

When I arrived, several passers-by were pointing at me.

"Look, this strange tree has sprouted again." One person said.

I looked up, and a tree they called a "strange tree" emerged from the depths of the yard with a crown. This tree doesn't look very tall, its crown is like an inverted mushroom, and its branches and leaves are surprisingly lush. From my point of view, the branches are pale white, as if they were made of silver. over there ...

Blue leaves, cloud blue flower buds.

I stared at the strange color.

"Yes, a bud of the tree comes out every year, but it never opens." Another person said, "In autumn, a flower bud falls to the ground like a broken glass lamp, and it will break gently." The gate of evil. "

I listened in surprise and studied the canopy.

Every leaf is big and round, like a round fan in the hands of a beauty. The buds are slender, the palms are so big, and the closing posture is very gentle.

This tree is ... very familiar.

I seem to have seen it.

Absence of mind, trance is what it looks like when it is opened.

When these flowers first bloom, they are light blue. As spring goes and summer comes, the blue becomes deeper and deeper. By the end of summer, they will completely turn into a rich deep purple. The purple flowers are in full bloom, and we are sitting opposite each other under the tree. In autumn, flowers fall one by one, and a whole yard is covered with soft purple petals, on which we step. ...

We, who?

I don't remember.

When the light and shadow in front of me were disillusioned, I suddenly trembled and found myself facing the faint green wall, becoming speechless.

I see ... it can make people hallucinate.

I swallowed and looked at the house again.

No matter what lives here, I haven't met yet, which has made me stumble. Sure enough, as the old man said: ghosts from rich families are difficult to deal with.

I sighed and climbed the wall with my sleeves.

The secret of climbing a wall in broad daylight without being watched is the invisible symbol.

Although I practice stealth kungfu far from home, I can still persist for about a quarter of an hour. I ran to the deserted corner of the fence, put an invisible symbol on my body, clapped my hands and rushed to the wall.

..... This wall is a little higher than I expected. I hung my hand on the wall and came down several times. When I was glad that "fortunately, no one saw me" and put my feet up high enough, I somehow wanted to live on the wall. In the yard, someone laughed.

It was a woman's voice, with a giggle, very subtle, but obviously mocking!

I was so scared that I almost slipped away. No way! I thought, was seen? Bold, who can see through my invisibility? !

There is no sound.

After a pause, I looked into the yard. There's no one to see. My position is not very good, it is too biased, and it is blocked by a two-story main house. I can't see the center of the yard, only the flowers and plants planted under my feet and half of the yard.

..... Did I hear you wrong?

Staring at my eyes for a while, nothing happened, and I climbed up the wall with difficulty.

Suddenly, I saw her.

She is under that tree.

It's a woman covered with snow.

Deep in the courtyard surrounded by flowers, two or three people need to put their arms together. There is a lounge chair in front of the thick trunk. She leaned back on the bench, and her long black hair and white gauze fell quietly to the ground.

The crown of the tree is very low, and the shadows of the branches cover her, as if trying to hide her.

She lowered her head and seemed to be smiling, holding a book in her hand. Hold your chin with the other hand and wrap your fingers around your hair leisurely.

I froze on the wall, ear to ear.

Xue.

This is the first concept in my mind.

The second concept is: that smile just now can't be from this person! She and Ben didn't even look up.

I can't see her clearly, but I'm just shocked by something called charm. It turns out that there really is such a woman in the world, but if the beautiful image is tilted there, people will hold their breath and see a time and picture of Chun Xue slowly melting.

I moved my throat and forgot where I was standing. I subconsciously wanted to take a step towards her ... fortunately, I didn't.

Because then the door opened.

The main house where the spring breeze blows the sill is huge, generally square and has thick piers. The whole building is like a huge wooden double-deck box except for the herringbone roof eaves buckled on it. The hall structure is slightly protruding, and the hall door is far from the courtyard door. There is only one tree in the yard. That strange tree.

In view of my present geographical position, people who go out directly give me a back.

..... what a red figure.

After the shock, I forgot my vigilance and almost leaned against the wall-too, too gorgeous!

The man who came out should be a man in height and physique, but his dress is really different! I've never seen a man wrap himself up so coquettish! This man, like a singer, is wearing a very wide and flowing scarlet robe. The material is probably brocade, and the drape is great. It is covered with golden peonies and flying butterflies. That gesture is simply cutting off the most colorful corner of Chang 'an and spinning it directly into satin.

What's more, the man didn't comb his hair, and his long hair was scattered casually behind his back, lined with a red robe, and his hair was elegant and dark.

The man pushed open the door and walked into the yard. He glanced at the snow-white woman sitting under the tree, and then smiled: "Oh? Come to the guests. "

The voice is low and elegant, as if to melt.

I suddenly choked up.

There is a gentle sound of turning pages in the wind. The faint woman under the tree still didn't look up, but the smile on her lips seemed to deepen.

The man in a gorgeous robe was scattered all over and turned to me with his hands behind his back.

Snow-white, like a face that has not seen the sun for a long time. Dark eyes. Smile.

He saw me.

My eyes stung, and suddenly it seemed as if I had been cursed by thunder. The great terror numbed me.

This man, I was wrong!

There is something fishy, sacred and turbulent flowing out of his body. I am confused and can't tell which is stronger.

..... Damn, I should have run just now!

He looked at me. Smiling eyes suddenly turned into surprise. Then he slowly turned his head and looked at the tree.

In my last sight, the bud of a tree opened.

Fourth, this is what happens when you meet a bad teacher.

The host asked me enthusiastically, "Then what?"

I rubbed the bag on my head and felt bad: "Then I fell down."

My master opened his mouth for a long time and then closed it slowly. "What's the use of asking you for a teacher?"

I am furious: "Then you go! ! "

Master hey hey smiled: "Come on, come on, thank you. What else did you see? "

I calculated in frustration and shook my head, but I was surprised to see the legendary female host and confirmed that the male host was by no means a kind person.

"Oh, what does that man look like?" The master asked in a gossip.

I am stupefied.

An excessively fair face. Dark eyes. Smile. besides ...

"I don't remember." I continue to be depressed. "I didn't see it clearly."

The old man glared: "What? I didn't see it clearly! I fell without seeing it clearly! ? "

I was angry: "the invisibility spell is useless!" " It's good to be back alive. If he comes out, you will have no apprentice! "

Master shook his head and hated iron for not turning into steel. "I told you to practice hard!" The invisibility spell won't work until you get home! Post two more when you go tonight! "

I came back and said, "Still going? ! "

Master patted me on the shoulder earnestly: "You can't just say that there is evil. You also said that man didn't look like a monster at all. You as a teacher must know how the evil spirits come before you can go out? " Don't worry, if you get caught, I'll save you. "

I almost cried and stared at the old man: "We are not that short of money, are we? Can't you afford an inn? Can't you change a single business? "

Master smiled and said, "It is the fate of our generation to prevent evil."

I want to fuck him.

Before leaving the table angrily, the master sighed, "Ali, practice that trick early." Practice will be invincible and let you get started. "

I stopped, scoffed and strode away.

My master has been talking about the unique skill of extinguishing the flame for many years, which is said to be the condensation of his lifelong learning. When he taught me, it was when I cried and shouted that I would never learn magic from him again. At that time, Master looked at me with a look of "children have no future" and shook his head: "This is no good. Even a monster the size of a flame can't hold it. If I let you out, you will only be ashamed of me. Maybe you will have to be responsible for collecting bodies for teachers. " The conclusion is: "Learn a trick to attack and defend, and save your life."

So he taught me how to put out the flame and promised to set me free on the day I really practiced, and never call myself a teacher again.

..... I don't want to mention how difficult it is to learn. Until today, I suspect that this move is just a difficult means for the old man to keep me around and be a volunteer for him all his life.

In short, magic or kung fu, I always feel that these are not suitable for me. My ideal is to let me live my life freely and completely, without effort and hardship-of course, it would be more perfect if a large sum of money fell from the sky.

I hate things that make me sad. For example, when you practice kungfu and can't make progress. For example, when master cut the demon and finally shed tears. For example, I suddenly saw that tree today.

Shit, it's like I'm going to climb this damn wall again!

It was dark in the middle of the night, and when I gritted my teeth and jumped into the yard, my mood was not tragic.

The yard was completely empty this time.

The recliner is still across the tree, empty, but the wind is still there when women lean there during the day. I can see the snow-white picture when I close my eyes, as if time had frozen.

The wind rustled the flowers and plants in the yard. Trees rustle, too.

All the flowers on the tree are in full bloom.

It's light blue.

To say that these flowers are really high-spirited, they don't look like they just opened. Are they what they should be in midsummer?

There are so many flowers clustered around a tree, but they are quiet and won't make people feel frightened. Every flower is like a small Yun Lan, with dense and soft petals and a strange and soft haze.

I looked at it for a while, finally turned around, patted the invisibility symbol posted on my chest, surrounded it proudly like a peacock, took a deep breath in the spring breeze, and brushed the dark domestic cat like a monster with an open mouth.

Violent evil makes me dizzy.

The fresh breath is much lighter. It's still there, a little bit, and it won't break.

I was so absorbed that I began to explore from the hall.

..... so I really hate rich people! The paintings and calligraphy here are furnished and even hung with curtains. Picking up one casually made me burst into tears and suddenly felt "what is the future of the vast world?" In addition The house is as big as a maze. I walked through door after door. I turned and turned. Later, I was too tired to breathe. I touched the most charming place in the whole house with my breath.

The old man said that he must know what is so evil.

Here it is.

There is a door closed in front of me.

All the doors in this house are very beautiful, complicated in carving and expensive in materials. Standing there is already a handicraft. Except this.

This is a black iron gate. It's thick and old, mottled and completely out of harmony with the luxurious atmosphere in the whole house.

Don't need light. After all, we are monks and our eyes still work in the dark.

But my hands are shaking badly.

If I am not mistaken, I should have come to the depths of the house. Probably the deepest. The deep and closed atmosphere makes people nervous. What is behind the deepest and heaviest iron gate?

The door was cold and unlocked, so I opened a crack. The creaking rusty door shaft echoed in the huge dark house. My sweat dripped to the ground, and at that moment I felt that all my pores were open.

Wait for the death penalty to stop for a while, as if no one heard the noise here.

Powerful enough to make people have a splitting headache, evil spirits slowly gushed out from the dark door.

I didn't feel aggressive, and I didn't feel the agitation of foreign objects. I poked my teeth at the door for a long time and finally held my breath and went in.

Even if I could have night vision, I waited a long time to see what was in front of me. Looking around, I found that this is a very big room, maybe only smaller than the hall where the spring breeze blows the threshold. There is not much space in the room, and the surrounding rows seem to be full. ...

I put my hand over my mouth and suddenly screamed in my heart, but my voice was hoarse and I couldn't scream.

Crowded with people.

Behind the mysterious door, there is usually nothing good.

Okay, I admit, it was embarrassing, but I cried at that moment.

Suddenly, in the dark, I found people standing around staring at you, and you would cry, too. Trust me.

I almost fainted. In crazy fear, I stepped back and covered my mouth. Before leaving the house, my shoulder bumped into a man standing by the door. I fell out of the house and the man fell slowly with a clash.

I sat on the ground, staring at something, making my tears flow.

I can't stand up. I landed on all fours trembling, threw myself on the ground and groped my way to the dark door.

Through the touch of the cloth, I touched a hard thing. Touching the ground is a leg.

I took a long breath and fell to the ground.

Dummies.

I really don't know how long I lay down until I finally recovered a little strength. That kind of feeling of surprise and fear slowly rolled up at this time, and my anger could not help but rush up.

Be sick! ! I cursed in my mind: why put a room full of wooden heads? ! Scared me to death! !

This time, I didn't dare to lift it again, so I lit a fire passbook and re-entered the house.

Even though I was fully prepared, I was still shocked.

A room full of dolls, each life-size, each wearing a real costume. Everyone is too much like a real person.

There are men and women, old people and children in the doll. Some are laughing, some are glaring, some are frowning, and more are expressionless and standing silently.

Their eyes don't know what they are made of, and they shine faintly in the light of the fire, as if they could see me.

I shivered and saw a room full of dolls and all kinds of clothes that revealed their identity. When my eyes get stuck, I instinctively stare at one of them.

It's a male doll, "tall", and her hair seems to be made of dark silk, so she combs it smartly. The doll's face is also beautiful, and the outline is worth carving with a knife. Eyebrows, nasal bones and lips are all sharp, which makes people feel that they are a serious and tidy person at first glance. It's just hard to imagine that such a smooth face and three-dimensional facial features would be carved out of wood and painted in color.

The doll is wearing a black robe, made of exquisite satin, with a narrow silver edge and a sword in her right hand. The sword is in its sheath. I touched it. It's true.

It's incredible. Once again, I am surprised at the two owners of this place. They are moved by the spring breeze. What does this mean? Can't it be a personal hobby? Even with money, it's too much to play house like this. Moreover, obviously, there are traces of evil spirits on the possessed doll.

That's the point.

I looked at the dummy in black in front of me, a little proud. Even in this case, I can recognize this is the strangest doll in a room.

Bring back a job and let the old man draw a conclusion. I sighed and prayed guiltily: There are so many dolls here, even if one or two statues are missing, the two owners will not find them, will they?

The problem is ... too heavy! !

The weight of this doll is beyond my imagination. I couldn't carry it and almost broke my waist.

I stared at the doll with a strong and rare smell, rested on her hips and gasped. How can I move back? ! Staring, suddenly blushing a little. ...

Damn, it's beautiful!

I touched the doll's hand. It's hard, but the surface is warm and wet. It should be made of quite advanced wood. Then I found that every joint in his body-even his fingers-can actually move. I don't know what intelligence runs through my body.

This doll is one head taller than me. I poked it in the face carefully, and I couldn't help but let it turn to the left with my chin cupped.

! !

This angle is super nice!

Then twist to the right.

I covered my chest and stamped my feet, and smiled dumb: What fun!

As a result, the doll sighed: "Don't go too far."

Silence.

Did I hear you wrong? I am sweating like a pig.

The next moment, the doll looked down at me with obsidian eyes silent and low-key.

I'm out of my wits

I jumped up in fright, retreated three feet in one breath and blurted out, "You, you, you, you are still alive!" " ? "

The doll reached out her left hand and clamped my wrist.

I suddenly burst into tears.

No, I'm not mistaken. It's definitely made of wood. But it's-it's alive!

"The host said: Come in if you want."

The doll spoke. The voice is calm and cold, like its face, and there is no emotional fluctuation at all. It gave me a faint look and said, "If you don't leave after seeing this place, I'll catch you in the photo booth where the spring breeze blows on the threshold."

"I'm leaving! Me, me, I'm leaving! " I regret that my intestines are broken, I shouted. I don't want to go to that hellhole it says!

The doll's arm moved, and with incredible power, it directly completed the action I just tried but failed-lifting me up.

I was lying on the shoulder of this wooden head, and my stomach and ribs ached at the same time. Shouting for help, I heard it say:

"It's very late."

Sixth, the division of personification

The "photography room" in the doll's mouth is on the second floor of the spring breeze. It crossed the porch with unimaginable fluency, carried me upstairs and swept through countless rooms with closed doors. When the doll stopped, I was dizzy and almost threw up.

I dropped my fire passbook just now. I opened my eyes to the floor in the dark and heard the door open.

The ground in front suddenly spread a red light, reflecting the brightness of lamps and candles from the room. The doll carried me in, and the red light stung me to close my eyes.

My mind was knotted and I couldn't help being surprised-I looked around for a long time before I climbed over the courtyard wall. The wooden house is lifeless, and there is no sign of light in any window!

Then, I heard the sound of burning and breaking.

The invisible symbols plastered all over my chest and back caught fire by themselves, and the flame turned into black fragments.

I see. Cancel the operation number. Charm. I met an expert. And, oh, my god, experts in the same field!

"Master. People. "

The puppet's voice rang in my ear.

"Haha, it took so long to send people here?"

Women's laughter. I've heard of it. This is the voice that laughed at me when I climbed the wall for the first time! I struggled to wriggle to see it, but failed. I was thrown to the ground and there was a splash in the middle. I jumped up like a spring on my leg and ran out with a deadly instinct, but my whole body froze at once.

I saw the man in a gorgeous red suit.

The room is square and empty, without any furnishings and furniture, and the ebony walls on the walls are generally branded with gorgeous totems. Red candles are arranged in five rows in the room, and light and shadow are projected to the center of the room, and a five-pointed star array is drawn in the small room.

The man in red is sitting in the middle of the star array.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, facing me at the door, looked up slightly and was drawing on a face with a peach thin tube brush.

..... the doll's face.

A female doll knelt in front of him, and it looked like it was almost over. The doll's face is very young, with a charming smile. I leaned forward slightly in my beautiful gauze skirt and stood still, as if waiting for the man in front to give me a thrush.

"Hey, don't talk." Lazy as if to melt. I heard it again. Only this time it's even more creepy. The man in red lowered his eyes and smiled: "It's not good to draw crooked."

My legs were weak and my clothes were soaked with cold sweat in front of this extremely strange picture.

I ... I get it.

Just then, I saw Xue.

A piece of white snow leans against the tree.

Wearing long fox hair, beautiful, gentle, demure, smiling slightly, a puppet.

-"His wife is dead!"

The man in black next to me suddenly grabbed me. I-I-I-I'm going to faint.

The man in red stopped writing as if he had finally finished his work. He buckled the pastel boxes scattered around him, swept them away, and left a brush.

"All right. I can't move now, and my makeup is hard to make up. "

He smiled lazily, finished talking with the doll in front of him, and tilted his head slightly in my direction: "Shang, send her to rest."

The doll beside me let go of my hand, leaned forward and hugged the kneeling doll.