Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

After leaving these confusing words, the maid quickly left Meiying Pavilion.

"Mei Ying?" Chu Tianshu chewed a mouthful of the dumpling and spat it out, "Fuck, it's ice."

Dumplings are not only ice, but also have a bit of raw meat smell. After he vomited for a long time, he took out the compressed biscuits from the package and distributed one to Lin Huai and himself.

The two huddled on the bed and nibbled on compressed biscuits. Lin Huai sighed, "Why do you feel that this dungeon is so desolate..."

He glanced out the window: "It's cold again."

He glanced at the raw dumplings in the bowl again: "I'm hungry again."

Chu Tianshu glanced at the pale and pale sheets and quilt, and commented, "You're embarrassingly embarrassed, brother, I'll give you a little more effort."

Saying that, he opened the system panel, dug into his parcel bar, and finally pulled out a sheet—,

East - north - big - flower - quilt.

Chu Tianshu: "Are you strong?"

Lin Huai: "...in."

Chu Tianshu made the bed lively, and said with emotion: "I scolded the Lord God when I took this out from the turntable before, but I didn't expect it to be useful now."

Then, he said again: "Let's go to the main hall tomorrow morning to explore the secrets? Maybe it will be lively here at night, and there will be two people who will listen."

Lin Huai narrowed her eyes on the big quilt: "What?"

Chu Tianshu said: "'Be careful with Mei Ying', Mei Ying sounds like she can sing opera."

Lin Huai:  …

Lin Huai was deeply chilled by this Phantom of the Opera joke. Chu Tianshu said again: "You said that the owner of the village ate someone when he caught him. Did the cold food in the village chill his stomach?"

"Stop imitating Northeastern dialect!" Lin Huai complained, "Sleep!"

The two slept on the quilt for one night. Before going to bed, Chu Tianshu kindly ran to the next door to remind the thin man not to run around, and was scolded by the other party.

Chu Tianshu touched his nose, and Lin Huai laughed at him: "A hot face sticks to a cold butt."

Chu Tianshu, who had a cold **** on it, shrugged: "No, I'm just afraid that he will be caught by ghosts in the middle of the night and called by ghosts, making us sleepy."

The two slept together for the night. When Lin Huai was in standby (sleep) in the copy, he would automatically turn on the Specter Mode. Chu Tianshu hugged him to sleep, and the more he hugged him, the colder he became.

In the middle of the night, he woke up in a daze and was about to sneeze, but there was a scent in his nose.

"Mei Xiang?" he thought not very clearly.

The plum fragrance seemed to have a seductive magic power, and it drilled straight into his stomach. In the middle of the night, there was no snow in Meizhuang, the moonlight was cold, and the shadow of a woman was reflected on the paper window.

The woman turned sideways and stood by the paper window, seemingly looking at the two people who were sleeping in the window.

The scent is getting stronger.

The strong aroma drifts into the nose, into the lungs, and finally, into the internal organs. Chu Tianshu lightly bit Lin Huai's shoulder in the magical scent that evoked other people's greed.

'It's delicious. ' He took a bite, licked it again, and fell asleep contentedly.

The woman's figure disappeared from the paper window. She left vaguely, leaving no footprints by the window, as if she had never been here.

That burst of plum fragrance, just like when she came, disappeared without a trace.

Early the next morning, it snowed again in the yard. When the two woke up from the quilt, the maid brought a new breakfast.

Chu Tianshu took a bite and spat it out: "It's still alive."

On the plate, it was still raw dumplings. The two had to nibble on the compressed biscuits again.

The maid said that today is the afternoon consultation as usual. Before the consultation, they can stroll freely in the Meizhuang for a while.

The thin man in the other side of the room is still awake. Chu Lin and the two were no longer in the mood to stick their cold ass. They first walked around the courtyard and entered the main hall.

"There are so many plum trees in this yard." Chu Tianshu sighed, "It must be beautiful when it blooms."

Compared with the West Pavilion and the East Pavilion, the scale of the main hall is indeed much larger. Among them, it shows the appearance of a woman's boudoir with a very high quality and life interest.

Entering this room, the two people, who have always been wild and unruly, even became cautious in their steps. They rummaged in the house and finally found a desk.

"This woman seems to be painting a lot." After examining the brushes and paints on the desk, Chu Tianshu came to the conclusion, "But in this study, there is not even a single painting."

It sounds very strange. In this room where the four treasures of the study are extremely complete, there is not even a single painting. Not only paintings, but also few calligraphy works. However, the room does contain extremely precious ink and fine cinnabar. The room seems to be cleaned from time to time, and the owner seems to have intentionally kept it as it was when his wife was still alive.

When approaching the bed, Lin Huai smelled a faint plum fragrance.

He frowned, and it seemed that when he shocked the owner of Mei Zhuang yesterday... he also smelled a similar aroma.

He lowered his body, and the scent intensified as he got closer to the mattress. The mattresses are very old and seem to have not been changed since ten years ago.

"There is something under this mattress."

He reached out and touched it, and sure enough he felt a bump.

After lifting the mattress, a box appeared in front of the two of them. It is an ebony box with a faint aroma on it.

"It's locked." Chu Tianshu replied after studying for a while.

"Oh, let's look for the password again..."

"Crack."

Lin Huai:  …

Chu Tianshu held up an iron wire: "But it can be pried open."

The two men who solved the physical puzzle were head-to-head, staring at the dozens of letters that were taken out.

The letters were well kept, but they were also stale, yellow and brittle with the passage of time.

Chu Tianshu carefully opened the top letter. In the letter, someone wrote in clear handwriting:

"My wife, Yaoyao,

In recent days, I have often read the family swordsmanship, trying to figure out the meaning of "ruthless". Those who are ruthless, take care of their hearts, cut off their emotions, and cut off their desires, get their emotions and forget their emotions. They are not moved or disturbed by emotions. Then you can penetrate the laws of heaven and earth, reach the pinnacle, and be able to do what ordinary people cannot do.

Sad! I have been in the sword manual for more than 20 years, but I have never been able to reach the realm of 'absolute and selfless'. The swordsmanship is mysterious and beyond the reach of me mortals.

Recently, it has been snowing in Meizhuang, which is desolate and secluded, which is of great benefit to my practice. The New Year is approaching, the servant Angelica, and Meizhuang has only you and me, and it can be regarded as a paradise suitable for retreat and practice. "

"What did the letter say?" Lin Huai leaned over to read.

"This letter seems to be written by the owner of the village to his wife. His wife's name is Yaoyao." Chu Tianshu concluded, "This person seems to be a martial idiot, and the letter is all about his understanding of kendo."

He carefully placed the first letter on the table and opened the second, third, and fourth.

The hostess who received these letters could be described as coherent. These letters are arranged in chronological order, from newest to first. From after marriage to before marriage.

As the letters were turned forward, the changes in the owners of the letters were also displayed in front of the two of them. In the beginning, he was still a young boy who was in love, and Xin's mistress, "Yaoyao", was a girl he fell in love with at first sight in other sects when he went out with his father for a martial arts meeting.

The two first met under a peach tree. The hostess was wearing her favorite white clothes and was sniffing a peach blossom. It was March, and the peach blossoms were shining brightly. This should have been a romantic story between Duan Swordsman and the beauty, until the village owner's father was killed by others during the martial arts meeting. Before he died, he gave the family swordsmanship to the village owner and asked him to practice until the tenth. layer.

This sword score seems to be able to change a person's temperament. It will make people cold-hearted, and the more a cultivator is disenchanted, the more he can practice this sword score to a deeper level. In order to support her husband in martial arts, the hostess moved with the owner to the cold, lonely and inaccessible snow island, where she practiced swordsmanship ever since.

It can be seen in the initial letters that the owner of the village at that time still felt guilty about his gentle wife. Because the desert island is full of ice and snow, the hostess who loves flowers planted many plum trees on the island.

From then on, the owner of the village shut himself up in the yard to practice swordsmanship all day long, and stayed out of the house. Since then, the tone of his letters has changed, full of dissatisfaction with his restlessness. In order to show her support for her husband, the hostess also moved out of the two's living room and lived alone in the most secluded Meiying Pavilion.

The hostess is good at painting, especially plum. When the plum blossoms, the owner of the village always shuts himself in the courtyard of the study and does not go out. So the hostess often painted plum blossoms and ordered the servants to bring them to him and ask him well.

Although they are far apart, from the lines, the two can still see that the couple is very affectionate. The husband is obsessed with swordsmanship, and the wife supports it. Although their brushstrokes are light, they are still as peaceful as life.

"Good at painting, especially painting plum..." Lin Huai tapped on the table, "According to the letter, the 'Plum' painting that the game asked us to find should be one of the paintings that the hostess gave to the male host. And this mistress is also a peerless beauty according to the description in the letter..."

"Then, those paintings should be in the study." Chu Tianshu recalled the scrolls he saw in the study and came to a conclusion.

They continued to look down, and the letter finally stopped seventeen years ago, when the host and hostess first met, the host wrote a love letter to the hostess.

"Peach's Yaoyao, scorching its beauty. My son is returning, and it is suitable for IKEA..."

Chu Tianshu folded the letters and put them back in the box. Just when he was about to put the lid on, Lin Huai suddenly said "Huh": "There is still a letter stuck on the lid."

It turned out that there was another letter that they ignored. Chu Tianshu immediately took off the last letter and opened it carefully.

This last letter still smells of plum blossoms. According to what was said in the previous letter, the hostess, because she was lonely all day long, planted plum trees by hand, and her body was also dyed with the fragrance of plum blossoms.

"The last letter... It seems to have been written ten years ago on the New Year's Eve, when the male master dismissed all the servants and there were only two people left in Mei Zhuang." Chu Tianshu said.

He followed the writing on the letter, column by column. Compared with the previous letters, the handwriting on this letter is even more frantic.

One month after dismissing the slaves, the male master still seems to be unable to penetrate the swordsmanship. He became depressed and hopeless, unable to sleep all day long. In the end, he told the hostess in the letter that he wanted to fast for a month.

"If you can't cut off your appetite, how can it be called 'cut off your love'?" Chu Tianshu read out the words above, "At the end he wrote that he would spend the next month If the plum blossoms in Meiying Pavilion bloom, ask the mistress to draw a picture for him and put it under the door."