Chapter 102 Chain

Yang Yuwei lives on the shore of Surai, in the wilderness, and there are many ancient tombs outside the wall. At night, I read with a candle, and the wind outside the window blows the poplars. The sound is like a wave, and my heart is sad. Suddenly, someone outside the wall chants a poem, "The sad wind in the dark night is blowing backwards, and the flowing dragonfly makes the grass touch the wall again." Repeated chanting, its voice is sad, and it is as gentle as a woman. Yang Yuwei was suspicious. The next morning, he went to check outside the wall, and no one was there. Only the purple belt was left in the thorns. Yang Yuwei picked up the purple belt and put it on the window. At the second hour of the night, the sound of singing poems outside the house rose again. Yang Yu moved his chair and looked up, and the chanting suddenly stopped. He suddenly realized in his heart that he knew that the woman was a ghost, but listening to her writing poetry, he was very talented and admired in his heart.

The next night, Yang Yu was afraid to lie on the wall and watched. At the end of the night, a woman came out of the grass, holding a small tree in her hand, bowing her head and mourning. Yang Yuwei coughed gently, and the woman was shocked and lost herself in the barren grass. Since then, Yang Yuwei has often peeped under the wall. This night, after listening to the woman's poem, he continued the last two sentences for her through the wall, "Who can see the bitter feelings?" When the green sleeves are on the cold moon. For a long time, it was silent outside the window, and Yang Yu entered the room in fear.

As soon as I sat down, I suddenly saw the beauty coming from outside, saluted and said, "It turns out that the prince is an elegant man. I shouldn't always avoid you." Yang Yu was overjoyed and pulled the woman to her seat. Looking at his appearance, he was thin, timid and weak, and asked, "Where is Miss's hometown? Why have you been wandering for a long time?" The woman said, "My concubine Longxi migrated here with my father. It has been more than 20 years since he died of a violent illness at the age of 17. Nine springs in the wilderness, lonely and lonely. The poems recited by Shicai were written by myself to express my hatred, but my thoughts were limited, and I couldn't think hard about the next words. Fortunately, the prince continued for me, and I was very grateful to the concubine.

Yang Yu is afraid to make friends with him. Huan, the woman shook her head and said, "The ghost of the underworld is not as good as a stranger. If you have a good time with a man, you will lose his longevity. A cheap concubine can't bear to harm the prince." Yang Yu was afraid to stop when he heard the words. He stroked the woman's chest with both hands, like the meat of a chicken head, full and smooth, like a virgin. Wanting to watch the woman show her feet again, the woman bowed her head and smiled, "It's too much to be crazy." Yang Yuwei held the woman's ankle and played gently. The woman wore moon-white brocade socks, with a wisp of colored thread on one foot and a purple belt on the other.

Yang Yuwei asked, "Why don't you wear purple belts on both sides?" The woman said, "Last night, I hurriedly lost one because of avoiding the prince. I don't know where it was left." Yang Yuwei smiled and said, "I'll change one for you." Go to the window, take off the purple belt and hand it to the woman. The woman asked in shock, "Where did you come from?" Yang Yuwei said, "Isn't that the one you lost? I just picked it up." The woman smiled and said no. She bent down to untie the color line, put on the purple belt and tied it again. She looked through the books on the table and saw a "Lianchang Palace Ci" and sighed, "My favorite book when I was alive. Now I read it again, it's like a dream."

The two talked about poetry. The woman was so cute. Yang Yu couldn't help but be happy. She cut the candle in the west window, just like meeting a good friend. Since then, as long as Yang Yuwei recites poetry every night, the woman will come in a blink of an eye. I told him in private, "Don't reveal the relationship between you and me. The concubine has been timid since she was a child, and she is afraid to be invaded by evil guests. Yang Yuwei Nuonuo agreed. The two are happy with the same fish and water. Although they have no skin, the deep friendship is better than the eyebrows in the husband and wife's boudoir.

The woman often copied books for Yang Yu under the lamp, and her handwriting was charming. He also selected a hundred palace words, recorded them one by one, and gave them to scholars. She is gentle, erudite and talented. Yang Yuwei bought a chess lute and asked the beautiful woman for teaching every night.

Sometimes when a woman rises, she will also play music in person and play the tune of "Banana Window Zero Rain". Hearing the pain, Yang Yuwei can't bear to listen to it, while the woman plays "Xiaoyuan Ying Sheng" and suddenly feels happy. The two picked up the lamp to entertain themselves and were happy and tired. When the dawn appeared, the woman was reluctant to leave.

On this day, my friend Xue Sheng visited, and it happened that Yang Yuwei took a nap at home. Seeing that the pipa chess was all in the house, Xue Sheng thought, "Brother Yang is not good at the way of piano and chess. Why did he buy these things?" Looking through the book, I saw that there were palace words recorded in it. The handwriting was good, and I became more and more suspicious. Oryang was afraid to wake up. Xue Sheng asked, "It's a pipa and a chess player. What the hell are you doing?" Yang Yuwei said, "Nothing. I want to learn the way of piano and chess and cultivate my sentiment." Xue Sheng asked, "So what about women's poems, how to explain them?" Yang Yuwei said, "That was written by a friend of mine."

Xue Sheng didn't believe it. He repeatedly checked the poems and saw a small line of words "a chain book on a certain day in a certain month" on the last page. He laughed and said, "Who is the chain? Why do you hide it from me?"

Yang Yu was so embarrassed that he couldn't answer. Xue Sheng forced him to ask repeatedly and threatened to take away the poem. Yang Yuwei couldn't do it, so he had to tell the truth. Xue Sheng hoped to meet the chain. Yang Yuwei said, "She doesn't like to see strangers." Xue Sheng said, "I'm born for the first time and I'm familiar with it for the second time. I don't mean anything. What's wrong with seeing you?" Yang Yuwei had no choice but to nod.

In the middle of the night, the chain came. Yang Yuwei relayed Xue Sheng's words to her. The chain said angrily, "How can I tell you? Who allowed you to speak freely and reveal your mouth to outsiders? Yang Yuwei defended himself with the truth and said, "You and I are at the end of fate." Yang Yu was afraid of all kinds of comfort, and the chain was always unhappy. He got up and said goodbye and said, "I'll avoid it for the time being."

The next day, Xue Sheng came, and Yang Yuwei said, "I'm sorry, you go. The chain doesn't want to see you." Xue Sheng suspected that he excused for it. In the evening, he took two friends to visit again. The three of them stayed and refused to leave. They were noisy all night. Yang Yuwei was very dissatisfied and rolled his eyes, but there was helpless.

For so many consecutive nights, no chain appeared. The three of them retreated, and the noise gradually stopped. Suddenly, I heard the sound of chanting outside the window, and I was heartbroken. Xue Sheng listened attentively and imagined. Another guest, Mr. Wang, was a brave warrior with a grumpy temper. He grabbed a boulder and threw it out of the window and scolded, "I don't want to see the guest. What's the airs? It's always Yiyi. It sounds so annoying. The chanting outside the window stopped abruptly. Everyone couldn't help complaining about Wang's recklessness, and Yang Yuwei was even more indignant and had a rather sly face.

The next day, everyone dispersed. Yang Yu was afraid of staying alone in the empty house, waiting for the woman, and waited for two nights without a trace. When she was sad, the woman suddenly came and cried, "Your friend is so fierce that I'm scared to death." Yang Yuwei quickly apologized, and the woman sighed, "You and I have reached the end of fate. Let's separate." I'm going to escape.

It's been more than a month, and I have never seen a chain appear again. Yang Yu misses the beautiful woman day and night, and he can't regret it. This night, he was drunk and drank alone. Yang Yu cried with fear of joy, "Have you forgiven me?" The chain only shed tears and said nothing. Yang Yuwei asked the reason, and the chain stopped talking. Finally, "In the past, I left angrily, but now I come to ask you again. It's inevitable to be ashamed." Yang Yuwei asked, "What the hell is going on?"

The chain said, "I don't know where a ghost came from and forced me to be his concubine. How can the innocent body of the slave family bend down to serve the evil spirit? But I am a weak female, and I can't resist. If the prince doesn't forget the old love, please help me. Yang Yu was so angry that he couldn't wait to stab the ghost with a sword. But people and ghosts have different paths, but there is nothing they can do. The chain said, "The prince will go to bed early tomorrow night. You and I will meet in our dreams." The two discussed countermeasures, sat until dawn, and the chain said goodbye.

In the afternoon, Yang Yuwei drank a few bowls of spirits to strengthen his courage. He drank until dusk and got drunk. The bed, hazy into the dreamland, the chain came, handed a knife to the scholar, and took his hand. The two came to a courtyard, entered the house side by side, and closed the doors and windows. Suddenly, the sound outside the house was deafening, and huge stones hit the door panel. The woman was shocked and said, "The enemy is here." Yang Yuwei opened the door and ran out. He saw a man standing in the yard, a red hat in blue, and his sharp mouth was full of hard thorns. He couldn't help scolding angrily.

The devil was annoyed, his eyebrows were wide, and his words were fierce. Yang Yu was furious and came forward to fight. The evil spirit threw a stone to counterattack, as dense as heavy rain. The boulder hit his wrist. Yang Yuwei frowned and cried in pain. With a jingle, he fell to the ground with a knife. The situation was critical. At this moment, a man came from afar, carrying an iron bow on his back. He stared at it, but it was Mr. Wang. When the old man met, Yang Yu couldn't help but be afraid and hurriedly called for help.

Wang had already found the evil spirit. Seeing this, he was not in a hurry. He bent his bow and took an arrow, shot the devil's thigh with one arrow, and then an arrow. As a result, he died. Yang Yuwei came forward to thank her and told the cause. Wang smiled and said, "I offended the chain girl last time. If I save her once tonight, I can atone for her." When the two entered the house, the chain saw a stranger at first sight. They bowed their heads shyly and did not dare to say anything.

On the indoor wooden table, there is a small knife, which is only one foot long. The scabbard is decorated with gold and jade, which is extraordinarily luxurious. Wang pulled out a treasure knife and stared at it. He couldn't put it down and praised it. After saying a few words with Yang Yuwei, he caught a glimpse of the woman's shoulders shrinking. She seemed to be very afraid of herself, looked pitiful, and immediately left. Yang Yuwei also got up and returned home. When the wall fell to the ground, he was shocked and woke up. He heard the sound of chickens at the mouth of the village, and it was already dawn.

There was a sharp pain in the wrist. With the sunlight, the skin and flesh were swollen. At noon, Wang came to visit and told the dream. Yang Yuwei smiled and said, "Did you dream of archery?" Wang said, "How do you know?" Yang Yuwei showed his wrist injury and told him the reason for his love. Wang remembered the beautiful face of the chain in his dream and couldn't wait to see it. He said, "Brother Yang, please help me. Anyway, let me see the chain girl."

Yang Yuwei said, "You go back and wait first. I'll get back to you tomorrow."

At night, the chain came to thank him. Yang Yuwei said, "This is all the credit of Brother Wang. He wants to see you. What do you think?" The chain said, "Mr. Wang helped Da De and dared not forget it. But he is so powerful that I'm a little scared. Well, it's free to meet. Doesn't he like my knife? I gave it to him. This knife is wrapped in gold wire, inlaid with pearls, and is worth a hundred gold. It was my martyrdom. Now it is transferred to Mr. Wang, and seeing a knife is like seeing a person.

The next day, Wang came, and Yang Yuwei gave him a treasure knife and said, "This knife is not a Chinese thing. It's extraordinary. Treasure it well." Wang was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.

Since then, Yang Yuwei and the chain have been at peace with each other at night. After a few months in a blink of an eye, this night was chained with laughter under the lamp. It seemed that there was something to say. His face was blushing. After a long time, he finally said, "Jiu Meng's beloved son, cheap concubine absorbs popularity, solar eclipse fireworks, white bones and flesh, only need the blood of strangers to lead, it can be resurrected." Yang Yuwei said, "I have a lot of blood. How much do you want?"

The chain blushed and said, "It's not enough to have blood. It also needs essence."

Yang Yuwei asked, "How to get essence?"

The chain said: "Men and women have sex. It's good to be happy. It's just that after the handover, the prince will be seriously ill. Please consider it carefully.

Yang Yuwei said, "What else do you think about? I can't ask for it if I can linger with a beautiful woman. To be honest, I've been coveted your beauty for a long time.

The two went to bed in the rain. After that, Yang Yuwei pierced his arm with a dagger, and blood dripped and fell into the chain navel. The chain laughed and said, "It's done. I'm going. A hundred days later, there will be green birds singing on the treetops in front of my concubine's grave. The prince remember to dig the grave for me. Don't forget the date: it's a hundred days, and you can't do it one day or less."

After more than ten days, Yang Yuwei was really sick and his stomach was bloated to death. He asked for medicine, took a few prescriptions, went to the toilet several times, and his condition was cured. Counting the date in my heart, the hundred days were full. I personally took the hoe and came to the chain grave. Sure enough, I saw the green bird singing and said happily, "You can dig the grave." He shoveled the soil and dug up the grave. Seeing that the coffin was rotten, he opened the lid of the coffin. The chain's appearance was lifelike. He put on her coat and took her home **. It was too much. There was a sound of breathing in the chain's nose, which was as thin as a hairline. Yang Yuwei fed her half a bowl of soup. In the middle of the night, the chain finally woke up. He smiled and said, "Rebirth, 20 years, it's like a dream."