Bone

Chapter 101

On the mountainside of Jucang, among the lush forests.

Tan Fengyue pushed aside the bushes and walked in front with a dull head.His thin lips were slightly pursed, and there seemed to be a bit of anger in his brows and eyes, allowing Qin Nianjiu, who was carrying two swords, to be left behind by him not too close or far away.

The two immortals, Tan Fu and Qi Li, temporarily suppressed the resentment on his body. Qin Nianjiu was surrounded by a golden wheel, and his movements were not slow, even his steps seemed extremely stiff. The ancestor who doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, and only cares about moving forward, "Hey, hello, old man? Old ancestor? Sister—slow down—"

Tan Fengyue didn't look back, she just slowed down her pace a little so that the ghosts behind her could keep up.

Seeing him so depressed all the way, Qin Nianjiu felt a little funny, and raised his hand to pull him, "Why... are you angry?"

Tan Fengyue was in a bad mood, and her tone was not kind, and without looking at him, she said: "Fu Duanshui knows that you are about to become a demon, and you told him that we are going to Jucang for this behavior—why don't you just follow him back to Yuyan and surrender yourself?" ?”

Yuan is angry at this... Qin Nianjiu lowered his eyes slightly, laughed again, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "What are you afraid of? Soldiers come to block you, water comes to cover you, the boat will naturally go straight when it reaches the bridge."

Tan Fengyue really didn't know where he got his self-confidence, she turned her head and glared at him angrily, "I'm afraid the boat will naturally sink when it reaches the bridge!"

Although he was angry, he was not angry that this ghost knew everything about Fu Duanshui, but was more angry that he didn't know anything about the past... It was also angry that he didn't dare to ask this ghost clearly Clear cowardice.

He didn't dare to look at the expression on Qin Nianjiu's face, for fear of causing his palpitations even more, as soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly turned his head away, and continued to move forward—but he still didn't forget to carefully sweep the ghost away from the ground. gravel, lest he stumble.

Qin Nianjiu kept watching him carefully, and naturally took in all his little movements, smiled sullenly, didn't tease him anymore, and followed behind him silently.

With the caring ancestor in front of him, he didn't pay attention to the road. Instead, he caught up with a bird and looked straight at the clouds in the mountains.The clouds and mist surrounding the mountain are white and indistinct, like the gloomy color silently accumulated in his eyes——

When he was in Qingyuan earlier, he used tea dregs as an excuse to figure out where he died.

——To the south, to high places, to extremely cold places.

To the south, there is the vast South China Sea, which stirs up layers of waves; at the highest point, there is a mountain named Jucang, whose top enters the clouds; green.

is here.

He walked along the road step by step, looked at it, thought about it along the way, where is the palace that does not dislike the mountains, only the blue and white colors make the eyes hurt, and the flowers and trees he planted by himself; where is Xu Yanqing piled up with iron and stone waste Fake rocks and rockeries, a scene of its own...everywhere is reflected in the mind, as if it is still the same as the old days, but now it is overgrown with weeds, and it is difficult to find the charm of the past.

With no one to take care of it, the weeds and dead branches can grow so recklessly. I really don't know how Heng Jian alone managed to keep the whole mountain in order.

... Yes, the Sri Lankan man has passed away, and the grass and trees are not what they used to be.The scenery in the memories of the past floating in my mind has never been so clear, and all the memories are in front of my eyes.In the past, whenever Tan Jun went down the mountain to get rid of evil spirits and returned victoriously, the reckless Tianqing always liked to lead him one step ahead, jumping among the mountains and forests, accompanied by broken snow and moonlight...

The blue shadow in his mind gradually overlapped with the back in front of him to become the same person, Qin Nianjiu lost his mind for a moment, and blurted out to him, "Tan Junying..."

Tan Fengyue's footsteps stopped suddenly, the hands under the sleeves were lightly clenched, and then released in an instant.After all, he did not regard "Tan Junying" as "himself".Although he had seen and heard it in a dream, but...he had forgotten it.

It's still the same sentence "forgetting the words and lingering in the heart, and the past will be erased", to him, it is nothing more than other people's affairs and words.It's just that I don't know which "he" is the person in front of me thinking and loving?

There was something strange in his heart, but he just turned around with a normal expression, raised his eyebrows and asked the ghost, "What's the matter?"

Qin Nianjiu didn't know what was in his heart, so he walked two steps quickly with a smile, and caught up with him, "Ancestor, you walked in such a hurry, and you don't understand me..."

He looked at the surrounding scenery, tilted his head and said with a smile to Tan Fengyue: "Well, this is your hometown. You have been walking for a long time, but do you find any familiar mountain scenery?"

Tan Fengyue shook her head slightly, put her hand on his shoulder, and helped him stabilize.

Unconsciously shifting his shoulders away from him, Qin Nianjiu pointed to a crooked pine nearby, and chatted with him, "Forget it, you used to love to sit on this tree before. Let’s talk about breath adjustment, but actually take a nap—”

The old man told about the scenery of the past, he hid all the haze in his eyes, and told this old ancestor who did not remember the past with great interest, "Over there, there is a plum forest in the deep. Let me think about it." ... Oh yes, it was the senior sister who said when she was young that the mountain was only blue and white, and looked boring. Master couldn't stand her crying, so he gave her an open space and planted plum blossoms. When the plum blossoms bloom, they fade away. It's broken and scattered all over the ground, it's very beautiful--you used to go there often, Ancestor. I don't compare with Gong to practice swordsmanship, and you just watch from the sidelines, often quarrel with her, and sometimes "drink" for a few minutes. Tan...hahaha, I remember you were drunk once, and you still clinging to Gongbuwang to express emotion, what to say...what is it? Oh yes, 'Flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and wine has no spirit !'—

"There is also the Peach Pond. The elder brother once said that since there are plums in the sect, there should also be peaches, so he decided to plant a few peach trees beside the small pool, and cast them into spiritual tools. Some of the remaining iron and stone wastes were poured into a few small rockery landscapes, placed by the pool, and they were still pleasing to the eye, so Master let him go... By the way, you also stole him a few times in that peach pool. I set up a stove to roast the koi carp, but in the end I still think it tastes bad, really..."

With a relaxed voice and a smile on his face, he deceptively separated the "Senior Brother", "Senior Sister", and "Hengjian" in his words from the Wuming National Teacher, the Lord of the Ghost Town, and the Zombie King Podao, and only picked some of the past. Interestingly, "Further ahead is the Shengyun Terrace. In fact, it is just an ordinary altar, but when the wind is strong, people often can't tell whether it is the cloud that produces the snow or the snow that produces the cloud, so it is named Shengyun. Yuntai. Remember you before..."

Tan Fengyue just followed him quietly, listening quietly, as if she was listening to someone else's story, "...Really."

Somewhat abruptly, he interjected, "I don't even remember."

"..." Qin Nianjiu couldn't help being startled, and finally realized that the old ancestor's words seemed to have some strange emotions, so he quickly stopped his mouth, slowed down his tone and said, "Yes, if you don't remember, then you don't remember..."

Obviously, he spoke in a cold voice only because of some depression in his heart, but this ghost had to carefully coax him... He wanted to find a way to explain this matter, but he didn't know what to say for a while. Having a headache, I habitually wanted to pat his hand to comfort him, but just as he raised it, he remembered the subtle gap between him and himself, so he froze in mid-air.

Feeling helpless, he casually glanced aside, but frowned suddenly, took advantage of the situation and grabbed a leaf from the side and put it in the palm of his hand, "It was just an illusion when I entered the mountain, now it seems..."

He handed the green leaf to Qin Nianjiu, "For some reason, the aura here seems to be extraordinarily thin?"

Jucang is actually a spiritual mountain, with pure spiritual energy accumulated for thousands of years, how could it be...?

As Tan Fengyue concentrated on thinking, the leaf placed in his palm flashed light blue fluorescence along the veins for a moment, but only for a short breath, it dimmed vainly.

Before Qin Nianjiu could make a sound to remind him, he immediately waved his hands and made another gesture, trying to gather spiritual energy, but he searched all over the mountain, but only collected a few thin strands, which could not even be gathered into a ball, so he only vainly wrapped them around his fingers. Sharp, it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"..."

Qin Nianjiu frowned unconsciously when he saw this, his eyes darkened after a while, and he murmured in a low voice: "No wonder people in the sect say that Guanshi Quanzong ascended, everyone believed it..."

Cultivators ascend to become immortals, they must grab a spiritual energy to help them, and Jucang Mountain was originally a spiritual mountain with abundant spiritual energy, but now the spiritual energy is exhausted, isn't it the best example of someone ascending?Really ridiculous.

Yuan had naively expected to come back here, and set up a photo illusion array to know the past events at a glance... Tan Fengyue lowered her eyes slightly, and twitched her mouth, "This is good."

But in an instant, Qin Nianjiu adjusted his mood, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a smile: "There are so many strange things encountered along the way, and there will be one more." He paused, and then said: "Take a look around, maybe you can find some spiritual grass and spiritual things that are still rich in aura..."

Tan Fengyue thoughtfully lowered her eyes and twirled the green leaves in her palm, and suddenly interrupted him, "Guan Shizong Fu..."

He paused in a hurry, swallowed the word "destroyed", and then said euphemistically: "It is said in the world that Guan Shizong's entire sect has ascended, where exactly is it?"

Qin Nianjiu was taken aback by his decision, subconsciously replied: "Sheng Yuntai."

The scene of being surrounded by all the clan members on the Shengyun Terrace resurfaced in front of his eyes uncontrollably. He turned his head in a daze to look in the direction of the Shengyun Terrace. The jade platform was well covered, but there were a few clusters of tall and slender dead branches interspersed between the white Xuebi trees, which were exactly at the position of the living platform.

"...Uh." Qin Nianjiu stared uncertainly at the bunch of dead branches stretching into the sky, "There are... trees on the Shengyun platform?"

But Tan Fengyue has already taken the lead one step ahead, and said resolutely: "Go, go and have a look."

Shengyun Terrace is wide and wide, hundreds of feet in width and length. The bricks and bricks are all made of white jade. I entered the mortal world—but now it is covered with moss, the jade color is hard to see, and several inches of weeds have grown in the gaps between the bricks and stones, almost cracking the jade bricks, and the altar is in the middle... unexpectedly Standing a towering sycamore tree.

The phoenix tree is the habitat of the phoenix, and it has been a spiritual tree since ancient times, but this sycamore tree seems to be a little different.Its root system is knotted, and it breaks out of the jade in strands and clusters, until it squeezes the extremely solid white jade bricks into pieces. It should be strong, but very abnormally, the leaves of this sycamore tree are extremely sparse, and the branches are extremely sparse. It is also withered, old and mottled, and it does not look like a "spirit" at all.

Qin Nianjiu stood still, frowning and staring at the sycamore tree, feeling a dull pain in his brain.He was absolutely sure that Shengyun Terrace was originally a wide and flat altar, and there were no miscellaneous trees growing, let alone a tall plane tree, but... it seemed that there was another vague tree shadow left in his memory, making him He is not entirely unimpressed with this phoenix tree.

... Hasn't he already remembered everything about the past? Where did this tree come from?

Tan Fengyue had just heard the ghost beside him say that there should not be a tree on the Shengyun Terrace, and now seeing him just staring at the plane tree in a daze, without saying a word for a long time, he knew that there must be something strange about the plane tree... He sighed slightly, and took a step forward , caressing the half-dead sycamore tree in front of him, Shen Xin felt the spiritual energy flowing like a trickle.

After a while, he came to a conclusion, "The spiritual energy on the tree is also not very rich. But there is still a little bit, which should be enough to set up a phantom array to see the origin of this sycamore tree."

I don't know why, but I can find a sense of familiarity from the plane tree in front of me... Qin Nianjiu replied hesitantly, "Okay."

If you want to reproduce the past situation through the phantom array, you need to put the relevant objects in the center of the array as the medium.Since we want to see the origin of this sycamore tree... we can only take the sycamore itself as our own.

The resentment on Qin Nianjiu's body was suppressed, and he couldn't use it easily, so he could only stand nearby with folded arms and worry, and repeatedly told Tan Fengyue to be careful: "Be careful, don't miss the corners—"

Taking pictures is very complicated, and it is exhausting to listen to the nagging of that ghost who is used to hard work. Tan Fengyue glanced at him helplessly, and then made up a few strokes in the air with a silver fan, "I know."

Guided by a silver fan, strands of aura as thin as reeds floated from the trunk of the sycamore tree into the air, and then slid down to the ground, condensing into faint blue spells.As thin as a hairpin flower, the incantations in lower script, centered on phoenix trees, covered the entire Shengyuntai, reflecting the whole body of the altar in a flash of blue, and even the softly brushed clouds were stained with color.

The ghost in the ear was still chattering worriedly, "This sycamore tree has a strange origin... Be careful."

Really, think of yourself as a young disciple who has just started.Tan Fengyue shook her head amusedly, her heart was both benefited and slightly sour—since she was still so worried about him, why should she distance herself from him?

... No matter what, it is always warm to have his concern.He slightly bent the corner of his lips, bit the ring finger of his left hand, and dotted the oozing blood on the sycamore tree, while smiling casually as usual: "Yes, yes, thank you for your concern."

"Tianzun" blurted out, before Qin Nianjiu could respond, he was taken aback for a moment.

In the past, he deliberately called this ghost "Tianzun" just for teasing and amusing, but these two words can't be called anymore.

He secretly regretted his slip of the tongue, and was rarely tongue-tied when talking about Fengyue, "I—"

He didn't know what to do, and in a blink of an eye, he was surprised to see Qin Nianjiu rushing over in a panic, "Be careful!!"

I saw that the thin white clouds and mist all over the mountain suddenly turned into a dense thick black demonic energy, rolling up until it threatened the scorching sun, as if it was about to turn the world upside down——

Not knowing what step went wrong, Qin Nianjiu hurriedly pulled him away from the parasol tree, but his stiff arm accidentally slammed on the parasol tree trunk, and several bloodstains were wiped out by the scorched bark.

First, I realized that this was not something wrong, but just the "past" presented by the photo illusion array. Tan Fengyue hurriedly protected Qin Nianjiu with her backhand, and was about to reassure him, but suddenly saw the "demonic energy" all over the mountain Suddenly flickering, the color quickly faded.

All of a sudden, the sycamore tree beside him exploded with thousands of crackling sounds, and thousands of unusually surging aura burst out from the tree!

The aura is so refined and pure, dazzling and dazzling, it is a million times brighter than the sun, it flows down like a waterfall, and it flows all over the Jucang Mountain in an instant—it also flows into the phantom formation of that side .

Flickering, a thick white mist slowly diffused from the formation, covering Jucang softly from top to bottom.

This is how the same thing? !

Tan Fengyue and Qin Nianjiu were still in shock, staring blankly at the white mist flowing slowly like still water, and suddenly froze when a female voice sounded behind them.

"—Junior Brother!"

A call, so cold, so crisp, like a silver thread piercing a golden needle, lightly stitching the past and the present together.

It's not a palace.

It's true!

The two were so astonished that they turned their heads together, only to see that Gong Buwang was dressed in a red dress like fire, her long eyebrows were like black silk, and her red lips were as moist as plums, with the corners of their lips slightly hooked. An unusually vivid appearance that has never been seen before.

The sun was too hot, so she put her palms on her forehead to shade her from the sun. She looked towards the end of the living platform, and said with a half-smile, "I have news to tell you, but I can't find you anywhere. It's good for you." Ah, I don’t even care about my apprentice’s homework, and instead I’m here to watch the sea!”

The two stared at her blankly, followed her gaze stiffly, and saw a long white figure standing on the edge of the Yuntai, almost melting into the clouds.

Already accustomed to the taciturnity of his junior brother, Gong Bu went to him without hesitation, "Just now there is a message from the first sect, guess what?"

She raised her red lips slightly, a little grateful, a little disdainful, and said the "new news" from Yuyan's first sect, "——Tan Junying, who had been idle all day long, unexpectedly ascended one step ahead of you Already!"