Since the time of the gods and witches, hair has been regarded as a sign of the spirit of life, and it is possible to observe a person's health or not through hair.

In Shinto, hair is seen as a symbol of spiritual power. Some people pray to the gods with their own hair, and some people use their hair to perform rituals to invite gods or subdue demons.

Bichan is an innate god, and a single hair gives birth to a divine power that cannot be underestimated.

Sent back to mortal dust by the goddess, Ying Xiu looked at the green hair in her hand, and unconsciously appeared Xun Yi's voice.

"Originally, I went to Longchuan County to celebrate the festival with Xun Yi this year. But something happened here and it was finally delayed, I don't know what happened to Brother Yi?"

As soon as the mind moved, the green silk vibrate, the qi of the Taiyin intertwined the moon patterns in front of the eyes, the moonlight was towering, the bright light was hazy, and the mysterious and mysterious moonlight runes formed a rotating formation to open the channel.

Plop –

Xun Yi was pulled by a huge force and fell out of the passage.

"What is the Goddess Bichan doing?" the young man touched his head, confused.

Ying Xiu looked surprised and looked at the young man sitting on the ground. He also has a green silk in his hand, and the other end is on his thumb.

Thousands of miles of marriage are tied by a thread, and the goddess Bichan looked at a man and a woman below in the night sky, covering the corners of her mouth and snickering. "Sister, sister, this benefit is good, right?"

Xun Yi looked around and suddenly saw Yingxiu.

Ying Xiu stepped forward to pull him up, and explained the situation, stretching out his right hand, a green silk was wrapped between the thumbs of the two.

Xun Yi was stunned: "Bichan goddess, dare to love her, this is the benefit?

Ying Xiu was a little apologetic: "Why don't you go back first, isn't there something to do tomorrow?"

Seeing the girl's expression, Xun Yi scratched his head and took the initiative to hold Yingxiu's hand: "The moonlight is good today." Anyway, it's all here, so why don't we just go shopping. ”

The robe of the Great Priest on his body changed. With the special ability of the god costume "mimic", the dark red god costume is transformed into a green shirt.

Ying Xiu nodded shyly. As soon as his mind moved, the moonlight on his head was shrouded, and the men's clothes on his body also transformed into a Qingluo skirt matching Xun Yi. In charge of a moon star, Yingxiu obviously gets a lot of benefits.

"Threefold?" Xun Yi felt slightly, and understood that although Yingxiu had not really entered the path of God, he had already stepped into the boundary between spirituality and Shinto. Beyond ordinary spirituality, it has divinity, but it does not have exclusive divine power and divine soul.

The lights were dim, and the two held hands to watch the night scene.

Feel the warmth in the palm of your hand. Ying Xiu's heart rippled: it was like the first time the two of them met.

Yingxiu's mother died in childbirth when she was born, and later her father continued to leave her younger brother, and her stepmother treated her and her younger brother equally. The family of four is happy.

However, the stepmother didn't live for a few years, and finally left her ignorant brother and Yingxiu away.

Two mothers died one after another, and Yingxiu was naturally criticized among outsiders.

"A broom star of the mother, whoever married her is considered to have been moldy for eight lifetimes!"

"A wild girl who has no mother's upbringing, who dares to marry her?"

On the day of her stepmother's funeral, Yingxiu listened to the words of the ladies behind her back. My heart tingled, and I hid in the corner and cried.

A biological mother, a nurturing mother, is the death of two mothers willing?

The young body bears a lifetime of slander and infamy. Hiding in the corner of the wall in the cold winter and sobbing.

"What are you doing here?" Just when Yingxiu was aggrieved, she suddenly heard the boy's shout. When she looked up, a boy in a black mourning dress stood in front of her.

The eye is the window to the soul. Looking at the pair of pure black eyes, Yingxiu was stunned.

A cold wind blows. Yingxiu's hair was messy, and she shivered unconsciously.

The boy took the initiative to take off his coat and drape it on Yingxiu's body.

"Mother died. You're sad, aren't you?" the boy intimately handed over the handkerchief with a serious face: "But the relatives who died, I definitely hope that those of us who survived can live better." ”

Ying Xiu took the handkerchief, listened to the boy's comfort, and subconsciously said "um".

"Uncle Ying, they should also be in a hurry ahead. Let's go find them. The boy held out his hand to win.

Under the white sun, the boy stretched out his hand to her, a scene that she will never forget for the rest of her life.

As a child, he was the first to reach out to himself as a peer.

To this day, the boy's smile is etched in his mind for a long time.

Same temperature, same palms. But the immature little hands have become wide palms.

Ying Xiu looked at the back of the man in Tsing Yi in front of him, his broad shoulders supported the family, and he had gradually shown his true colors as a man. Holding his own soft, just like in the past, the boy held the girl's hand, and walked forward step by step in the harsh winter ice and snow.

"That's my man. "A sense of sweetness and pride rose in my heart.

"What's wrong?" Feeling Ying Xiu's hand suddenly force, Xun Yi subconsciously turned his head.

"Nothing. Ying Xiu smiled slightly and strode to keep up with Xun Yi's footsteps.

But the sweet time was short-lived, and soon after, Ying Xiu saw someone on the other side of the street - Wang Miyun?

Ying Xiu lowered her face, since the marriage contract between Xun Yi and Wang Miyun was dissolved, she had cut off contact with this handkerchief friend.

On weekdays, the two ladies communicate outside, and they also refrain from their own social circles, and the well water does not interfere with the river water.

Xun Yi obviously saw the woman in the distance as well.

is different from Yingxiu's external Wen Ran, Wang Miyun looks like a small jasper and a pitiful person, walking alone on the street to enjoy the lanterns accompanied by two maids.

The lonely figure is even more lonely on the noisy street, which completely satisfies the male desire for protection, and people can't help but step forward to protect this girl.

Xun Yi fell into deep thought, Ying Xiu's heart tightened, and she was about to speak, only to hear Xun Yi ask: "Wang Miyun's marriage with the prince has been completely blown up?"

"Blown, and ......"

"And I'm sure I'll make the raft. Xun Yi said disdainfully: "The Wang family must be saying something, Wang Miyun has always been reluctant to marry with the palace." After all, the head of the family can't resist his daughter, so he can only ask the prince for forgiveness?"

Ying Xiu nodded: "Yes, that's it." ”

"Then bring me up and ask Wang Miyun to say that you want to renew the marriage contract of the year?"

"Yes. Ying Xiu sighed lightly, in the end, they are companions who grew up together, who doesn't know each other? These days, the Xun family is gradually reviving, so the Wang family can't sit still.

If it weren't for the fact that Bichan Goddess brought Xun Yi here, mortals didn't know, Yingxiu would have wondered if her scheming sister deliberately waited for Xun Yi here.

This kind of trick was also done by Wang Miyun. Xun Yi smiled: "Don't pay attention to her, we play with ours, I really don't have the habit of picking up broken shoes." Seeing that two sons of the family stepped forward to greet Wang Miyun, Xun Yi turned around and pulled Yingxiu to leave along another path.

The moonlight was hazy, the lights were bright, and the two figures gradually merged together, supporting each other.

May it be a hundred years of good, and the hand will not be separated. (To be continued.) )