In the flying light rain, a peerless beauty was dancing gracefully, with long black hair like a waterfall, unparalleled elegance, wide sleeves fluttering, and the hem of her dress swaying.
"There is a beauty in the north, peerless and independent.
One look from her can make a city fall, another look can make a country fall.
I would rather not know that she can make a city fall and a country fall, as such a beauty is hard to find again.
..."
In the flying dress, I could faintly hear singing, full of ancient charm...
"Is it Zhi Niang?!"
I was full of doubts about the scene in front of me. I really couldn't connect this peerless beauty with the fierce-looking Zhi Niang.
The woman in the light rain danced gracefully, and when her wide sleeves covered her face, she was smiling gently, with bright eyes, white teeth and red lips, like an elf fallen into the mortal world. Just a smile made me feel that the whole world was too bright.
I talked to her, but she didn't respond.
So I reached out to grab her, but I grabbed nothing. My palm passed through the light rain and her body without feeling anything unusual.
"Don't try. She's already dead."
My master stood beside me at some point and sighed, "This is just a flash back in time, a glimpse of the past. It may be a fragment of her life that is being constructed and interwoven at this moment. This woman... is too obsessed after all."
In the final analysis, all this is just a touching moment in the blink of an eye, and it will eventually return to nothingness.
The young girl in front of me is so beautiful. Judging from her clothes, she should be from the Western Han Dynasty, and she must have been extremely valuable.
I silently withdrew my hand. This gaze and communication that spanned thousands of years was really boring.
"Who am I? What's my value?"
I whispered to myself, with so many puzzles and questions in my heart: "Why did she come to protect me, an ordinary boy with no special skills? I owe so much, and I will never be at peace for the rest of my life."
"Don't doubt yourself."
My master held my shoulders with both hands. His hands were very strong. His deep eyes stared at me. He probably saw my dejection at the moment and said: "The glory of the ritual officer family has become a thing of the past. Generation after generation has declined. Now it is almost mediocre, but you are different. At least you have hope and there are too many possibilities in the future. I believe that this painted Rakshasa also saw this. She must have something to ask of you. You know, a grown-up ritual officer... can do too many things! So, you don't have to feel too burdened. This is an investment."
My master may just want me to let go of the knot in my heart and comfort me like this.
But all I could think of was "she has something to ask of me", and I was excited: "Yes, there is no love that comes for nothing, she should have something to ask of me, but... what exactly does she want me to do?"
My master was a little surprised, probably because he didn't expect me to get stuck in a dead end, and couldn't help laughing: "You have to ask her herself about this."
After he finished speaking, he extended his index finger into the light rain and gently touched Zhiniang's body.
The falling light rain was instantly shattered, and the originally dreamy and beautiful scene changed dramatically. The cold wind was roaring, and a cloud of mist was floating in front of me.
When the mist fell on my skin, it didn't feel moist, but it was chilling.
This is the extremely dense Yin Qi!
There was a shrill scream coming from this cloud of Yin Qi, and a hideous ghost face like a broken porcelain was looming.
This is Zhiniang, the Zhiniang I am familiar with, but this ghost face is not peaceful, but ferocious and scary.
"Where does hatred come from? Where does resentment come from? The sky waves are easy to fade, and it is difficult to keep an inch of office. Life is short, and fools should wake up!"
My master sighed with regret, and every word and sentence had a magical power, as if these words and sentences had vitality when they came out of his mouth, hitting my heart hard, like a morning bell, which greatly boosted my sluggish spirit.
Zhiniang, who was lost in the violence, also woke up. The strong yin energy was gone, but her figure became faint at an alarming speed, and her soul was about to fly away.
"Painting..."
Zhiniang spoke with an urgent tone, probably knowing that she didn't have much time left: "Go to the Yinren Inn, find the ferryman, and ask for the painting... You will know everything."
Ferryman?
I felt goosebumps all over my body when I heard about the old man. I always felt that getting involved with the old guy too much would not have a good result, but at this time I had to bite the bullet and agree: "Okay, I will go find him and get the painting back!"
"Thank you, I have no regrets."
Zhiniang finally smiled. She looked at me steadily and suddenly said: "You once asked my name. Remember, my name is Wangqing, from Guangchuan Xindu. I hope you can find me in the vast sea of people. We... meet again if we are destined..."
After saying this, the Yin Qi was shattered, and Zhiniang also disappeared. A wisp of fragrant soul, I don't know where to go.
Looking at the empty tomb in front of me, I sighed with regret.
"It seems that you have found yourself another big thing."
My master patted my shoulder, but did not say that I did it wrong, but just reminded me: "This woman must have something unusual. Once you make this promise, it can be regarded as a great wish and a promise. You must help her fulfill it in the future. If you don't do it well, I'm afraid there will be some trouble."
I smiled, and my heart was relieved a lot, although I could probably guess that this matter must be a bit tricky and troublesome, otherwise Zhiniang would not have gone through so much trouble to find me, a so-called "potential stock".
However, no matter how difficult the matter is, I admit it!
If you are not capable, just work hard, it is better than feeling guilty in your heart.
"Wang Qing... This name is a bit familiar..."
Suddenly, someone interrupted.
The speaker was Zhang Xinya. She woke up at some point and was taking care of Brother Yaozi and Lao Bai. The three were seriously injured. Lao Bai had a cut on his head, and Brother Yaozi had an arm broken. He twisted it back by himself, and his whole body was trembling with pain.
Obviously, they had woken up when Zhiniang left and witnessed everything, but unfortunately I was distracted at that time and didn't notice it at all.
I went forward to help Brother Yaozi up, then sat down next to Zhang Xinya and asked, "Do you know her?"
"I have some impression, let me think about it!"
Zhang Xinya rolled her eyes at me, rubbed the bruises on her body, and muttered to herself: "Wangqing, from Xindu, Guangchuan... Wangqing..."
"Hiss!"
Suddenly, she took a deep breath and said loudly: "Tao Wangqing!! This is really a famous actor!!"
A thousand years apart, talking and communicating with an ancient celebrity, this thing is too dreamy, not to mention me, even my master, who is so indifferent, has the desire to explore Zhiniang.
"A tragic woman who is full of talent and dares to challenge the secular world..."
Zhang Xinya shook her head and said, "If this Zhiniang is really the Tao Wangqing in history, she was once the woman I admired the most, but she is also a woman who makes people feel sorry for her. She is completely a victim of the male totalitarian society..."
Regardless of whether her guess is right or wrong, I am really unfamiliar with the name Tao Wangqing, so I can only urge Zhang Xinya to continue.
The Tao Wangqing she mentioned is indeed a bold man.
This is the first model in Chinese history. To be precise, she is the kind who does not wear clothes...
Although there is no distinction between high and low occupations, this kind of occupation, even if it is placed in the present, it is inevitable that some people will look at it with tinted glasses, not to mention in ancient times. It requires a strong heart to withstand rumors.
Let's talk about Tao Wangqing. She was a famous beauty in the Western Han Dynasty. She was young and beautiful, like a fairy. She was forced to marry Liu Qu, the King of Guangchuan. Unfortunately, Liu Qu had a jealous queen named Zhao Xin. Seeing that Liu Qu favored Tao Wangqing, Zhao Xin repeatedly said bad things about Tao Wangqing behind her back, but Liu Qu didn't care at all.
Like most women, Tao Wangqing also loves beauty. Just like modern women like to take photos to keep their youth as a souvenir, Tao Wangqing also has similar ideas, so she asked the painter to draw a picture for her...
It was because of this painting that she caused a great disaster. People at that time didn't care whether it was art or not. The secular world was more harmful to women. Tao Wangqing's behavior was immediately labeled as unfaithful to women. But Liu Qu was not afraid of anything except being afraid of being accused of being cuckolded. When this matter was exposed by Zhao Xin, Liu Qu ignored Tao Wangqing again. After falling out of favor, her disaster really began...
Throughout the long feudal society of China for thousands of years, women have been hurt or even harmed by male totalitarianism. Only two dynasties were special, namely the powerful Han and the prosperous Tang. Women in the Tang Dynasty were open and fierce, while women in the Han Dynasty were hard to say and difficult to describe...
In short, this is all to blame on Emperor Gaozu of Han. He set a good example by marrying a powerful Empress Lü. Since then, there have always been two power groups in the court of the Han Dynasty. One is the patriarchal power headed by the emperor, and the other is the matriarchal power headed by the empress dowager. The two power groups are strong and weak, and they check and balance each other. Even the ambitious Emperor Wu of Han had to look at the face of Mrs. Dou when he was young. No one can escape this cage.
When the matriarchal power of the Han Dynasty prevailed, there would be a liquidation of the harem in nine out of ten cases. The three palaces and six courtyards satisfied the possessiveness and selfishness of men, but women inevitably had resentment against each other. Once the man died, it would be strange if the woman in power did not liquidate others!
Concubine Qi, who was turned into a human pig, is a representative! !
Tao Wangqing did not escape this law of the Han Dynasty!
After she fell out of favor, she was tortured by Zhao Xin. She failed to commit suicide and suffered cruel torture. Concubine Qi's fate was much worse. Not only was she made worse than a human pig, but she was even boiled in the end...
This kind of cruelty is simply outrageous even now.
As a relatively independent woman in modern times, Zhang Xinya naturally pays more attention to this aspect. It was also by chance that she learned that there was such a tragic woman in history.
After hearing this, I was basically certain that this Wang Qing was exactly that Wang Qing!
It's not just the repetition of hometown and name, but also because... painting!
The fact that Zhi Niang became a painted Rakshasa must be related to her love of beauty during her lifetime, and she asked the painter to paint her transformation! !
"My God, when women get ruthless, men really have nothing to do..."
Lao Bai was shocked when he heard this, and then he asked doubtfully: "The dead people look for the ritual officer, just to let them bury themselves again so that they can sleep more comfortably, but she is already dead, why is she still pestering Xiao Weizi?"
"Not necessarily dead!"
Brother Yaozi frowned and said: "I have heard before that the residual soul of the painting Rakshasa is integrated with the painting. The so-called dead soul is at most to beat her back to her original form. Maybe there is still a trace of residual soul in the painting!"
These things can't be explained by discussing them now. If we have the opportunity to get out alive and find the ferryman, the mystery will be solved naturally.
We rested here for a while, and when our physical strength recovered a little, we were ready to set off again.
The moment I got up, the wind chime that had been hanging on my waist rang "fluttering" with the shaking of my body.
"Wait!"
My master suddenly called me: "Let me see your wind chimes again!"
He had seen this wind chime before, and he brought it up again. Seeing his serious expression, I immediately guessed: "Do you suspect that the one who controls my body and kills the unbreakable bones... is in this wind chime?"
My master nodded with a serious expression...