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Chapter 30 River of Memory

After daybreak, Shichen took Erqi out for dinner. You Xiang was not at ease with them going out, but seeing that Erqi was so hungry that he was about to bite, he had to tell Zhuilu to stay and follow him.

The puppet Rong Buyu was still sitting there, staring out.

The more Zhulu looked at him, the more strange he felt, but he couldn't remember what was wrong, so he had to keep staring at him.

This person has Rong Buyu's appearance, but his personality is very different. Even if Rong Buyu repeats the same words, he is as expressionless as a real wooden puppet, and his voice is rigid.

You Xiang won't be able to come back for a while, Zhulu closes the door, and tentatively takes two steps towards "Rong Buyu".

Just like last time, he had just approached, and "Rong Buyu", who had been quiet all this time, immediately showed a fierce look and glared at him coldly.

He didn't know what to say to make people back away, so he could only threaten with his eyes.

Zhulu was not frightened, and took another two tentative steps. "Rong Buyu" was even more uneasy, and unconsciously touched his waist - he seemed to want to touch the sword, but there was nothing in his waist, so he could only hold his breath. Xu grasped the void and made a gesture of drawing out his long sword, trying to intimidate the deer.

Because of his luck, Zhuilu had never been injured and was not afraid of his threats, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed "Rong Buyu"'s wrist.

"Rong Buyu" was startled, he didn't have any spiritual power in his body, he didn't know how to avoid the danger in front of him, so he had to repeat Rong Buyu's words indiscriminately: "Get out!"

Zhuilu ignored his threats, lowered his eyes and stretched out his nails to draw a bloodstain on "Rong Buyu"'s pale wrist.

The wound did not immediately ooze blood like ordinary humans, but paused for a moment before the bright red blood flowed out little by little and slid down the wrist.

There was no spiritual power in the blood, and it had a strange bright red color, reminiscent of the fire lotus blooming in the ice and snow.

"Rong Buyu" was still sternly saying "Go away", Zhulu frowned and looked at the blood for a long time, then seemed to think of something, he paused, and looked at him almost in astonishment.

Rong Buyu, this puppet, has been carefully raised by Ji Fenghuan in the apse of the City Lord's Mansion since it was created. His body is as pure as a piece of white paper, but his consciousness is filled with parts that should not belong to him. Fragments of memory.

Zhui Lu stared at him blankly, shaking his hands to touch the blood on "Rong Buyu"'s wrist, until he recognized the faint demon breath in the blood, two lines of tears fell instantly.

"Rong Buyu" still said: "Go away."

Zhulu half-kneeled on the ground limp, clutching the puppet's hand tightly, and let out an extremely suppressed sob after a while.

I don't know how long the blood was taken out, and he could vaguely feel that it was his friend's breath. After figuring this out, Zhulu suddenly realized that there was something wrong with this person.

breath.

The breath of the demon pill.

It was as if his whole body was crushed and squeezed out of the demon pill.

Zhuilu struggled twice, his legs were weak but he still didn't stand up, he stared at the puppet looking at him in horror, his hands randomly scratched on the ground, he didn't know what kind of cold iron he caught, his body jerked cold.

The next moment, the blood light scattered in front of his eyes, like flowers flying in the sky.

A wave of warmth gradually spread from his fingers, and Zhu Lu was at a loss for a long time before regaining consciousness in a daze.

Taking a closer look, he did not know when he was holding a candlestick, the sharp top was touching "Rong Buyu"'s left shoulder, blood oozing out little by little.

There was a burst of blood in front of his eyes, and Zhulu stared blankly, trembling for a long time before letting go of his hand, and sat slumped aside.

"Rong Buyu" looked at him with tears in his eyes, full of horror.

And the next moment, a red thread suddenly drilled out of his heart, and it exploded in the void. Zhu Lu couldn't dodge in time, only felt a red light in front of his eyes, and completely lost consciousness.

At the same time, Rong Buyu, who was helping the deer to walk to the inn, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, he staggered a few steps, covered his left shoulder and frowned.

Lu Ming—the name that the deer gave itself now—looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Rong Buyu pressed his left shoulder, and the sharp stabbing pain penetrated into his bone bit by bit, he couldn't tell whether it was the sword intent again, so he just shook his head.

"It's okay, just go ahead and we'll be there."

**

When Zhuilu became conscious again, he was standing in the middle of a flower field, looking around, there was an endless expanse of blooming flowers.

Flowers bloom everywhere in Yungui City, but they are just illusions after all, like a mirage appearing on a piece of ruined loess, flashy and unreal.

But the sea of ​​flowers here is real, and you can even smell the sweet fragrance of flowers permeating the air.

He looked around in a daze, not knowing where he was for a moment.

While chasing the deer and thinking hard, a child not far away happily rushed over, holding a paper kite in his hand, still yelling something.

The child was carved in pink and jade, really cute, dressed in a white gown, waving his small hands in the air and pulling the kite string, shouting desperately: "Fly, fly! Fly!"

It's just that he probably didn't know how to fly a kite, so he ran back and forth pulling the string, his little face flushed and panting weakly.

Zhulu tilted his head and looked at him, wondering if he was a little dazed by the spiritual power of "Rong Buyu", his mind was in a daze, and he couldn't remember why he was here at all.

Instinct told him that this place was not a place to stay for a long time, but his body seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move a bit.

The child ran back and forth several times, knocking out the butterflies in the flowers, and then stopped panting heavily.

He ran a few steps to pick up the kite on the ground, played it back and forth twice, and asked doubtfully, "Don't kites fly up just by pulling the string?"

The child struggled for a long time, thought for a while, and tried to throw the kite upwards. A wave of spiritual power was released from the palm of his hand, hitting the surrounding air waves and rolling, and the kite was really shaken and flew twice. fell down.

The child was very happy, and was about to pull the kite to play again, when a man walked slowly not far away.

"No fishing."

The man called softly.

Child—Rong Buyu raised his eyes slightly when he was young, and when he saw that man, he immediately cheered: "Daddy!"

He jumped over happily with the kite, and bumped his head into the man's arms.

Zhuilu frowned slightly, did he stumble into Rong Buyu's memory by mistake?

Rong Buyu's father's appearance was covered by a cloud of white mist, and he couldn't see what he looked like, but his tone was very gentle when he spoke.

He bent down and held Rong Buyu in his arms with one hand, tugged Rong Buyu's kite, and said with a smile, "Can you fly a kite?"

Rong Buyu nodded desperately: "Yeah!"

He just learned how to use his spiritual power to make the kite fly up twice, and then it fell down immediately. Even though it only flew twice, he was still very happy.

"Look, Daddy, you can fly!"

Rong Ling smiled softly, and said: "Kites are not played like this. You need someone to help you pull them up before they can fly."

Rong Buyu tilted his head: "But there are only Dad and me at home, Dad is so busy on weekdays, and he doesn't want to play with me."

Rong Ling froze for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "Do you want someone to play with you?"

Rong Buyu nodded hurriedly.

Rong Ling laughed and said softly, "Okay."

Rong Buyu tilted his head and looked at him suspiciously.

A white mist filled in front of him, blocking Zhuilu's sight, and when the mist dissipated again, Rong Ling walked over through the arch of the flower field with a few children.

"No fishing, come here."

Rong Buyu was playing with butterflies in the grass, and was accidentally stung by a bee, and was covering his hands with tears in his eyes, when he heard the sound, he immediately rushed over crying.

"Daddy, Daddy!"

He was not as tall as Rong Ling's thigh, and hugged Rong Ling's arm with tears in his eyes, and showed Rong Ling his hand that was red and swollen from being stung.

Rong Ling lowered down and rubbed Rong Buyu's head distressedly, and sighed: "How can boys always be with flowers and plants?"

Rong Buyu looked at him blankly, and said, "Can't Buyu like flowers?"

Rong Ling sighed and didn't say much. He waved his sleeve lightly, and the black mist-like spiritual power flew out faintly like an illusory black thread, and flew back into the sleeve gently after turning twice in the huge flower field.

In the flower field, fine dust fell from the sky one after another, and all the bees turned into dust.

Rong Ling healed Rong Buyu's wound well, then took his hand, pointed to the children behind him, and said, "Buyu, after that they will play with you, play whatever they want."

Rong Buyu grew up under Rong Ling's knees since he was a child, and he had never seen so many people up close. He hid behind Rong Ling and timidly looked out.

Rong Ling brought five children over, they looked about the same age as Rong Buyu, but for some reason their eyes were a strange dark red with no light.

Rong Buyu was a little scared, he hugged Rong Ling's leg and climbed up, whispering: "I...I want to go back to sleep."

Rong Ling picked him up and said softly, "Why? Don't you like them?"

Rong Buyu didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only burrow his head into Rong Ling's arms.

Rong Ling rubbed his head with a smile, and said helplessly, "Okay, then I'll let them leave the city."

The five children trembled when they heard this, and looked at him almost in horror.

Rong Buyu raised his head suspiciously: "But didn't daddy say that there are many ghosts out there that can eat people?"

Rong Ling said: "Yes."

"Then why let them out of town?"

Rong Ling smiled and said, "Because Buyu doesn't like them."

Rong Buyu grabbed Rong Ling's shoulders and looked back suspiciously. The five children had lost their composure just now, with no expression on their faces, but their bodies were trembling slightly.

Rong Buyu asked: "Will they die if they go out of the city?"

"Correct."

The child standing in the center mustered up his courage, raised his head tremblingly, the red hair mixed with strands of black hair was very obvious in the sunlight, he almost looked at Rong Buyu pleadingly.

Rong Buyu didn't understand what his expression was, but when he heard Rong Ling say that they would die, he grabbed Rong Ling's hair and twirled it between his fingers for a long time, and said, "Then let them stay, don't you?" Yu likes them."

As he spoke, he slid down from Rong Ling's body, turned to the child who had just winked at him, and said, "What's your name?"

The child looked at him in surprise, and after a long time said in a low voice, "Ji Fenghuan."

Rong Buyu asked, "Can you fly a kite?"

Ji Fenghuan nodded: "Yes."

Rong Buyu suddenly became happy, and took him to fly the kite.

Ji Fenghuan has a quick temper and is eloquent. After a while, he and Rong Buyu became friends, and the two worked together to put the kite into the sky.

Since Rong Buyu got the kite, it was the first time he saw the kite flying with his own eyes. He jumped up and down in place cheering, almost looking at Ji Fenghuan with longing.

"Wow! You are amazing!"

Holding the kite spool, Ji Fenghuan saw that Rong Ling had already left, and then complacently said to Rong Buyu: "That's natural."

At this time, a gust of wind blew his thin figure slightly staggering, the kite tilted twice, and it was about to fall down.

The oldest child who had been watching from the side swung a wave of spiritual power with a cold face, trying to knock the kite back.

It's just that he didn't control his strength well, his spiritual power turned into a gust of wind and hit the kite string directly.

With a slight "bang", the kite broke its string, fluttered and landed in the distance, and disappeared.

Rong Buyu who was still happily staring blankly at the empty sky, and blankly looking at the child whose hand hadn't been retracted, was stunned for a long time, and when he pursed his mouth, tears burst out of his anger.

Rong Buyu had a good temper when he was young, and there were very few things that could make him angry, but once he really touched one of his negative scales, a casual word could make him cry out.

He ran to the child with tears in his eyes, and said angrily, "You pay me! Daddy made it for me with his own hands, and it disappeared just after flying."

The child's face was indifferent, like a piece of ice that would not melt. He gave him a cold look with his dark red eyes, and then continued to stare straight ahead.

Rong Buyu was half dead with anger, no matter what he said, the child always looked indifferent, as if he didn't take him seriously.

Rong Buyu had no choice but to circle around him non-stop, muttering to himself while turning: "I'll pay me, I'll pay me..."

Buzzing, buzzing like a bee.

But Rong Buyu spun around so many times that he almost fainted, the child still had an indifferent and icy look, and didn't even give him a look.

I was so angry that I wanted to cry again.

Suddenly there was a series of footsteps not far away.

Rong Buyu looked back, and saw that Ji Fenghuan had run out at some point, and was holding the flying kite and waving happily at him.

The kite should have landed very far away, Ji Fenghuan ran back and forth very fast, his face was covered with sweat at this time, and he was still panting heavily when he walked in front of Rong Buyu.

Rong Buyu stared blankly at him.

Ji Fenghuan handed him the kite, panting, "Here, here, here you are."

Rong Buyu was taken aback for a moment, and then a circle of ripples in his eyes suddenly turned, the way he looked at Ji Fenghuan had completely changed.

Since then, although Rong Ling let his five children play with him, Rong Buyu only likes to play with Ji Fenghuan and ignores others.

Competition is like a passerby, sweeping away Rong Buyu's life in just a few months.

There is a long pavilion in the courtyard of Rong Buyu's residence, covered with bright red bougainvillea, the night wind blows, and the fragrance of flowers is overflowing.

Rong Ling carried Rong Buyu across the long pavilion and returned to the room, watched him play with a small wooden sword admiringly, smiled softly, and said, "Buyu likes swords?"

Rong Buyu nodded hurriedly.

Rong Ling put him on the bed, untied the hair tie from his head slowly, and said with a smile: "Then in a few days, on your seventh birthday, Daddy will give you a jade spring, how about it?"

Rong Buyu: "Jade... Jade what?"

Rong Ling said helplessly, "It's just a sword."

Rong Buyu plucked the tassels on the wooden sword, and said: "Will there be tassels?"

Rong Ling couldn't help laughing again, and said, "If you want tassels, Daddy will weave one for you."

Rong Buyu immediately became happy: "Then I want it!"

Rong Ling asked him to get under the quilt, lightly tapped his forehead, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Rong Buyu nodded.

A few days later, on Rong Buyu's birthday, Rong Ling actually found Yulouchun, and even made a blue tassel by himself, hung it on the hilt of his sword, and gave it to Rong Buyu.

Rong Buyu was very happy holding a long sword that was about the same length as him. After eating the longevity noodles, he couldn't help jumping up and down with joy.

He tossed and turned on the bed for a long time, but still couldn't hold back, he was planning to find Ji Fenghuan with his shoes on and holding his sword.

He bounced all the way to the room in the side courtyard, and was about to open the door on tiptoe, when several voices came from inside.

"He is Rong Ling's son, what are you always doing with him?"

Ji Fenghuan's voice came lazily: "What's wrong with Rong Ling's son? He's just a blank sheet of paper like other children. He believes whatever others say."

"Stop talking to him in the future."

Ji Feng laughed and said: "He Chen, if I don't play tricks and play house games with him, with your bad temper that can't coax others, how can we survive?"

The man named He Chen didn't speak.

Ji Fenghuan said: "You'd better hope that he can be a little more stupid, otherwise the few of us will all become the ghosts of those ghosts outside."

Holding the sword, Rong Buyu trembled all over, covering his mouth desperately to prevent himself from making a sound.

When he was short-tempered, he would easily shed tears, but no matter how resentful and sad he was at this moment, he didn't shed a single tear.

It seemed that Ji Fenghuan was still talking, but Rong Buyu couldn't hear him clearly. He carried the sword in his arms and returned to the original road, staggering all the way, his white shirt was covered in mud and water.

Rong Ling didn't know if he had expected it a long time ago, and he was waiting for him under the long pavilion in the courtyard.

As soon as Rong Buyu saw him, tears immediately burst into tears, almost scrambling towards him, and burst into tears.

"Daddy!"

Rong Ling leaned down and hugged him in his arms, and said softly: "No, you can see that all the people outside are like this, hypocritical, greedy, and hateful."

Rong Buyu couldn't stop crying, he choked up for a long time and said: "Is it just like those annoying ghosts outside the city?"

Rong Ling looked at him tenderly and suddenly laughed.

"No, the annoying ones are those monks who claim to be righteous."

Rong Ling's voice was so soft that it seemed that it was going to disappear in the next moment.

"We are the ghosts."