Duan Yu's eyes were immediately attracted by the beautiful scenery outside the window, and he only started to observe the indoor situation after sighing for a long time.
There is a stone table under the crystal window, with a stool in front of the table, and an oval bronze mirror standing on the table. Next to the mirror are combs and hairpins, making it look like a woman's residence.
The bronze mirror is covered with patina, and the table is covered with dust. Judging from the accumulation of dust, it seems that no one has been there for many years.
Duan Yu looked at them and felt inexplicably sad in his heart, sighing at the impermanence of the world. He recalled that there must have been a woman living here in seclusion back then. He didn't know why she was so sad and for whom she was so sad that she retreated here far away from the human world!
After feeling sad for the ancients for a long time, he finally looked away and looked to see if there was any other way out.
But after patrolling for a while, he only saw dozens of mottled bronze mirrors inlaid on the four walls of the stone chamber.
Somehow it was such a coincidence that when the sun was setting in the west, the light came in, and the inclined bronze mirror in the east suddenly reflected the light towards the southwest corner.
Under the sunlight, every detail is revealed, and there is no way to hide in that tiny crack.
Duan Yu quickly stepped forward and pushed open the stone wall. The stone wall creaked and slowly moved to reveal a hole, which was connected by stone steps.
He shouted happily, danced a bit, and then walked down the stone steps.
After going down more than ten stone steps, there is another door in front of you.
He pressed the door with all his strength, but to his surprise, he pushed it open without much effort this time.
After the door opened, bright light hit him. His eyes narrowed before he could adapt, and he suddenly screamed: "Ah!"
It turned out that a beautiful woman in palace attire appeared in her hazy eyes, holding a long sword, and the tip of the sword was pointed at his chest.
He hurriedly closed his eyes and waited for death to come.
But after waiting for a long time, no pain came from his body. Duan Yu felt doubtful and quietly opened his eyes to watch secretly.
The seam stretched wider and wider until her eyes were wide open.
Duan Yu slowly saw it clearly. Although this woman had various manners, she was not a living person, but a jade statue carved from white jade.
This jade statue is about the same size as a real person. The light yellow silk shirt on its body is trembling slightly. What's even more surprising is that a pair of eyes are shining and full of energy. They are actually carved from precious black stones.
Duan Yu couldn't help but said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's so rude of me to stare at the girl like that."
Even though he said this, he couldn't help but look carefully. Look at that perfect face, look at the flushed skin like a real person, and look at the tall...soft...tight...slender...
…small and compact…
After standing there for a long time, he bowed deeply and said: "Sister fairy, Xiaosheng Duan Yu can see her beauty today and die without regrets. Isn't it too lonely for my sister to pass away and live alone here?"
The divine light of the precious stones in the jade statue's eyes changed, as if it was deeply affected by his words.
At this time, he was dazzled, as if possessed by an evil spirit. He could not look away from the jade statue, and couldn't help but ask: "I wonder what I call the fairy sister?"
After waiting for a long time, there was no answer. Duan Yu was finally disappointed. When he looked away, he thought to himself, let's see if his sister's name was left somewhere else.
So he looked around and saw many words written on the east wall, but he didn't want to read more and cast his gaze behind the fairy sister.
He was suddenly startled, startled and then relieved. He saw another jade statue, a statue of a young prince wearing a light yellow green shirt.
The young man in green shirt sat cross-legged on the ground, with a half-smile on his face and his eyes looking straight ahead.
That handsome face and warm expression made Duan Yuli feel ashamed.
"If there is a fairy sister, of course there will be a fairy brother." Duan Yu said to himself.
"I'm not your fairy brother!" the stone statue suddenly said.
"Wow, ghost...Namo Amitabha." Duan Yu screamed and stumbled back.
Unexpectedly, he had just taken two steps back to reach the door frame, and there was a "duang" sound. The back of his head hurt so much that his eyes were filled with stars. Tears immediately flowed out. He couldn't help but squat down holding his head.
At this time, footsteps sounded, and a pair of climbing boots appeared in Duan Yu's eyes.
A warm voice sounded: "Don't be afraid, I am a human, not a ghost! Have you ever heard of me, Murong Fu?"
Duan Yu let out an "Ah" sound, and his head turned several times in pain, and then he vaguely remembered the famous people in the world that Zhong Ling had told him.
"Are you Mr. Murong of Jiangnan Shenhe Village in Beiqiao Peak South Murongzhong?" Duan Yu raised his head and asked.
Murong Fu nodded, stretched out a hand in front of Duan Yu, and said warmly: "It's me. Brother, it doesn't matter, right?"
Duan Yu took advantage of the situation and stood up. He touched the back of his head with his other hand and said, "It doesn't matter. Thank you for your concern, Brother Murong. It's just... I just made Brother Murong laugh. I just... I was a little bit rude just now."
"What's the matter? I don't know how to do martial arts at the foot of Brother Guan. In this case, ordinary people will be frightened. Speaking of which, it's my fault. I scared Brother."
"No, no, no" Duan Yu waved his hands repeatedly, and after a moment he blushed and stammered: "M... Brother Murong, you... you... heard me... earlier..."
Murong Fu burst out laughing, and Duan Yu immediately felt bad. Sure enough, Murong Fu's next words made his mood fall even further.
I heard Murong Fu say in a narrow voice: "I heard it and I saw it. I felt it as soon as you entered the boudoir in front!"
"Ah!" Duan Yu really wanted to slap himself in the face a few times. Not only did he say some stupid things, but he also showed an ugly attitude towards the jade statue. He was really... really ashamed of himself.
So he said shyly: "Brother Murong, little brother... I don't want to offend your jade statue..., it's just... it's just..."
Murong Fu laughed again, patted Duan Yu on the shoulder and said, "Where is my jade statue? This is the one named Wu Yazidiao for his wife!"
"Oh, okay, okay..." Duan Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately felt lost. He frowned and said in surprise: "Wife? The fairy sister has a husband-in-law?"
"What else? No matter how beautiful a woman is, she will eventually get married. Not only did she get married, but she also gave birth to a daughter. Now her granddaughter is almost as old as you." Murong Fu said with a smile.
"But...but..." Duan Yu was tongue-tied, feeling that the beautiful hope in his heart was instantly shattered.
Seeing this, Murong Fu joked: "Do you think a fairy sister should be pure and pure, and can only be watched from a distance and not played with in a lewd way? It is best to never marry and never have children, so as not to be relegated to the mortal world?"
Duan Yu felt that Murong Fu's words seemed to have entered his heart, so he nodded and said: "Yes, yes."
Murong Fu sighed and said: "Brother, no matter who she is, even if she looks like a fairy, as long as she is a mortal, she will still get married, grow old, and eat, drink, and have sex. Think about her white hair.
With chicken skin and disheveled hair and teeth, will it make you feel better?"
Duan Yu was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "I understand, what Brother Murong means is the 'pink skull' mentioned by the Buddha."
"That's right. I didn't expect that my brother also studied Buddhism. He must have learned a lot from his family. I haven't asked my brother for his name yet?" Murong Fu said.
Duan Yu cupped his fists and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you my surname. My surname is Duan Guangxu, from Dali."
"Oh..." Murong Fu made a long sound in his mouth, his eyes flashing.
"How did Brother Duan get here?" he asked again.
Duan Yu seemed embarrassed and said vaguely: "After studying for a long time, I went out to play, but I accidentally dropped it here. By the way, where is Brother Murong?"
Murong Fu smiled and said, "I came here to retreat and practice cultivation, but I didn't expect that I would get to know Brother Duan."
Chapter completed!