Bone

Chapter 102

The clouds and mist around the mountain are steaming and surging, gathering and spreading.

Gong Buwang shielded the sunlight with his hands in a reserved manner, and walked forward with his master and junior brother, and together they went to find Hengjian who was reviewing homework in the plum grove.

It was a bitter summer, and the warm sun made people feel lazy, and even the thick snow that had accumulated on the top of Jucang Mountain melted several inches.She stepped on the snow with rustling feet, and walked ahead proudly, with Tan Junying's ascension still hanging on her lips, "Who would have thought that——"

After all, in such a lazy season, even the little monsters are mostly dormant, leaving the cultivators of all sects with nothing to do—their master, Qin Feng, took advantage of the free time and went to retreat to practice, leaving only Liao Dao Xuying supervised the internal affairs of the sect in the Fuxiao Hall; Xu Yanqing had a friend visit, so he stayed in the sect for a while, and talked with him about the method of making swords all day long, which was a great pleasure; Heng Jian devoted himself to studying every day The exercises are steady and steady, and she has made great progress; she often nests in the room to hide from the sun, and draws some safe and exorcism amulets for Qingyuan in her spare time; I don't know what they are busy with, but it must be a kind of leisure - only talk about Jun Ying's ascension spread like wildfire, it is really rare to have a novel thing to talk about.

Speaking of Tan Junying, she always disdained it.I thought that he just relied on his own talent, so he was lazy and idle all day long, and in the end he was able to rise to the top one step ahead of everyone... She raised her eyebrows, and laughed, "I remember he was always boasting before?" , said that when I was born, the sky was full of auspicious clouds, and I was afraid that it was a god who gave birth... Could it be true?"

Otherwise, with his lazy energy, how could he achieve Ascension?

It's just disdain to be disdainful, but she always unconsciously cares about her junior brother's reaction to this, looking back at him repeatedly, trying to find some subtle emotions from the corners of his eyes and lips, "——Junior brother, what do you think?"

But as a matter of course, Qin Nianjiu didn't show any emotion on his face.

As if he didn't care about this "news" at all, his face and eyes were like a pool of still water without waves, and like a vast and endless wilderness with no ups and downs.It's just that for some reason, a sense of bewilderment as thin as a breeze blew across the bottom of my heart, and it disappeared without a trace.

He didn't delve into the strangeness, all he showed was indifference, and he answered after hearing Gong Buwang's question: "Maybe."

Gong Buwangyuan returned to his mind and said that he might react differently, but he was calm as usual... Yes, he is ruthless after all.Her phoenix eyes darkened slightly, and soon she continued to speculate with undiminished interest: "Or did she inherit some chance left by his master? I heard that there are countless secret treasures hidden in the cave of Immortal Yueyin—"

Qin Nianjiu listened to her, his expression was still indifferent, and he still cherished words like gold: "Maybe."

It was rare for Gong Buwang to listen to him answering the conversation so frequently, and couldn't help but raise his lips slightly, and then thought that he was only so "attentive" to matters related to Tan Junying, the corner of his lips Wiping the smile faded away, and returned to disdain, "... Tsk, it can't be because of some forbidden technique."

Qin Nianjiu's tone remained unchanged, but he frowned unobtrusively, "He won't."

Gong Buwang put his palm in front of his forehead, so he couldn't catch his furrowed eyebrows, but his voice was choked by his cold answer, "..."

She clearly knew that he would only express what was in his heart in a rigid manner, and this remark was just an objective judgment on "whether Tan Junying will practice forbidden arts", without any intention of defending it, but she was inevitably offended by this categorical denial Feeling unhappy for a while...

I could see my senior sister's expression froze, but I couldn't detect her mood. Qin Nianjiu just continued calmly and quietly: "Practicing forbidden arts is an act against the heavens. It is absolutely impossible to get promoted by this. Practitioners' merits are easy to accumulate. , Immortal destiny is rare to meet, Tan Junying, although he acts indistinctly, has a high level of cultivation, and his merits have already been completed, if he is lucky enough to meet immortal destiny, it is not surprising to ascend to the ascension."

"..." Hearing him talk about Tan Junying's ascension so calmly and indifferently, it seemed that the man was not a bamboo horse who had grown up with him since he was a child and was born and died with him, but just someone who had nothing to do with him Like a stranger, the curvature of Gong Buwang's lips became more and more rigid, the original displeasure in his heart suddenly turned into a little sadness, and he hurriedly changed the subject: "Ha, that's true."

The entangled and delicate thoughts rise and fall for a while, but in the end it is just "lovesickness".However, the person she was thinking about was Wuxin.

In the past, she only thought that Tan Junying clings to her master's younger brother with unscrupulous words and deeds all day long, which is a little arrogant, shameless, and annoying, but now...she feels a bit of sympathy for "the death of the rabbit and the sadness of the fox" he came.

Back when Tan Junying was still there, he made such a fuss and insisted on being inseparable from her junior brother. After a long time, it often made people feel that the latter was also tainted with a little "humanity", not as unkind as himself. But now... Her junior brother never came out of the mountain, Tan Junying was no longer seen, and the "humanity" on her body was no longer there.Not seeing each other for three years, even she felt a little nostalgic for Tan Junying, and would ask people about his recent situation from time to time, but the younger brother... didn't even have the word "Tan Junying". He never brought it up on his own initiative, and when he was mentioned by others occasionally, his performance was extremely indifferent, as if he had been forgotten long ago.

Even if you yell loudly at Kong Gu, you can still hear the echo, but if you give Qin Nianjiu your affection - you will never get a response.

The emotion in his heart gradually turned into worry, Gong Buwang pursed his red lips, turned his head away, and stopped looking at Qin Nianjiu.After a long while, he sighed out two words in a low breath: "...wood."

The plum forest is hidden deep in the mountainside, green and red in the snow.

The red plum blossoms were in full bloom in front of him, Gong Buhuang hastily stuffed the mixed emotions in his head to the bottom of his heart, and like a wisp of red smoke, he swept behind Heng Jian, who was immersed in the painting, and stuck the silver smoke rod as cold as ice against him. With a small face, "Little uncle brought your master to check your homework! Are you avoiding laziness?"

Heng Jian was sitting cross-legged on the snow, drawing a pattern in the middle of his attention. He was startled by her sudden sound, and jumped straight up. His numb legs were weak again, and he almost fell down. But he just hurriedly said: "Be careful, be careful! —— Don't step on it!"

Gong Buwang was amused by his flurry of hands and feet, grabbed his arm at the right time to prevent him from falling, and looked down again, only to see that there were all kinds of formations scattered on the ground in front of him. Trivial Spirit Artifact, couldn't help raising his eyebrows amusedly: "Why did you make it so messy, those who didn't know it thought you were setting up a stall here."

"This..." Heng Jian hurriedly stood still, rubbing the back of his head embarrassingly, "I'll clean it up now!"

"No rush." ​​From the corner of the eye, Qin Nianjiu, who was one step late, had already sat down at the stone table, so Gong Buwang dragged Hengjian over and sat him down, "Even if things are scattered there, you can't lose them, so let's go first." Take a break. You've been studying so hard these days, your eye sockets are turning blue—very ugly."

As she spoke, she casually flicked her red sleeves, and created a table of steaming tea out of thin air.

Knowing that the little master was caring for him, Hengjian grinned, sat down obediently, and took out a few small paper bags from his sleeve to put them on the table. Snack, "I was free a few days ago, so I soaked some sugar plums..."

After all, it was a juvenile taste. The paper package contained more sugar and less plums, and the plums were soaked so soft and sticky. Gong Buwang didn't show any dislike, so he generously took out a piece and tasted it, and gave a pertinent evaluation: "The taste is acceptable, and it goes well with tea."

Hengjian laughed.

The sun was bright and bright, the breeze was blowing the fragrance of flowers, Gong Buwang sipped hot tea, and chatted with Heng Jian.Although what they were talking about was still about Jun Ying's ascension, it was different from Qin Nianjiu, Heng Jian could always catch up with her at the right time, had a great conversation with her, and occasionally made a few clever jokes, It made her burst into laughter, and the laughter fluttered away like plum petals in the wind.

The more they chatted, the more they chatted, and they were angry or laughing, every word and sentence, like misty clouds of smoke, brushed Qin Nianjiu's ears.He just sat by, holding a cup of tea but not drinking, looking at the flowers, but the flowers were not in his eyes.

He knows that when ordinary people appreciate flowers, they can always appreciate some interest, and can recite poems and compose rightly, but this flower scene falls in his eyes...but there is nothing but nothingness.As if all sounds, pictures, thoughts, and emotions were blocked by a thick layer of white fog, there was only a vastness in his heart, everything was empty, and everything was empty.

He didn't have any thoughts, and he didn't need to have any thoughts—just like what his master Qin Feng said, he was born with immortal bones and a spiritual body endowed with earth, and what he cultivated was the Dao of Ruthless, and his experience in the world was nothing more than It's just to kill ghosts and get rid of evil spirits, so that the common people can live in peace.There is no need to think about it.

As always, as it should.

...but what if he can no longer kill ghosts?

More than three years ago, he had killed a million ghosts, and his master Qin Feng ordered him not to go out to get rid of evil spirits, but to stay in the sect and practice purely.

Shocking Heaven and Tingyun's pair of swords are formed by his heart and bones, and will not be dusty; spells and spells are engraved in his heart, unforgettable; It is enough for the disciples to be assistants; relatives and apprentices go down the mountain from time to time to experience, and there is Gong Buwang Xu Yanqing by his side, so there is no need for him to worry... If he has a heart and a heart, I'm afraid he will find it ridiculous, he is Qin Xianzun with a fairy bone and spirit Instead, he became the only idler in the sect, which seemed redundant.

Fortunately, he is heartless.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars move. He stayed in the sect for years, and he never and never felt bored, and never and never felt lonely—but for some reason, there always seemed to be a sense of dazedness like a speck of dust. , floating in the lake of his calm heart.

Just like right now, he, his senior sister, his relatives, and his disciples are in the plum grove, with the plum scenery in the snow in front of them, and the sound of talking and laughing next to their ears, which is the same as in the past years, but it seems... something is missing, something is missing .

Unaware that the younger brother was in a trance, Gong Buwang talked and laughed, and then changed the subject again, raised his eyebrows and looked at Hengjian: "You still talk about others, so no matter how much Tan Junying does not seek to make progress, he will be promoted. You Well, what can be improved?"

"Yes, yes." Heng Jian, who was sipping his tea, immediately put his cup aside when he heard the words, and nodded his head, "I have mastered the rhinoceros formation that can condense the air into miasma, and even improved it a little bit. I tried it a little... I just tried it on the wooden stake, but I couldn't see any effect... I was thinking that when I go down the mountain, I can find a little demon to try it out. I don't know, Master—"

"Ah, this..."

It's summer, and there is still a bit of snow on Jucang Mountain to cool off. When he thought of the scorching sun below the mountain, Gong Buwang felt sad, and said with his chin: "Brother, you have been here these days." I don't know when I'll be free to accompany his friend; I still have a pile of talisman papers in my room that I haven't finished drawing... Tsk." Xu Shi had just talked about Junying so much that she also forgot about it. Looking back on the past, he couldn't help muttering casually: "It would be great if Tan Junying was still there, and you can ask him to take you to practice. He has a thick skin and is not afraid of the sun at all."

Qin Nianjiu was not listening to the conversation between the two of them, but for some reason, this sentence fell into his ears.

All of a sudden, the star point hanging on his heart suddenly fell softly in a daze, and fell into the lake of his heart, rippling away little by little, expanding little by little, filling his heart and mind—— Once Hengjian entered the world to practice, he took it for granted that he was by his side, and it was also taken for granted that that person would go with him.

But later, why did the things that were "taken for granted" disappear?

Captured by this feeling of bewilderment, he actually opened his mouth somewhat in a trance, involuntarily: "...then let me take him there."

As soon as these words came out, Gong Buwang and Hengjian were both taken aback, and they turned their heads to look over at the same time. Qin Nianjiu also paused, but he didn't look at the two people who were surprised. "The world today is quite peaceful, big monsters are hard to find, just find a little monster and try your hand."

The tea in the cup had already cooled down before taking a sip, just like his flat and cool voice, "I won't make a move, just watch from the side."

Since Shizun retired three years ago and Tan Xianzun stopped visiting, Hengjian felt that the original unkind Shizun seemed to be much colder, making him afraid to be as close to him as Tan Xianzun was when he was there. Hearing what the master said at first, he was inevitably stunned. After a while, a sense of surprise filled his heart. He almost jumped up and clapped his hands. He almost tied his tongue, "Okay, okay, everything is okay!"

Gong Buwang was also stunned for a moment, vaguely aware that Qin Nianjiu's mood was a little weird - and he could only think it was his own illusion, after all, the younger brother...has no emotions.

Seeing her in a daze, Hengjian thought she thought it was wrong, and hurriedly said a few words of "all-perfect and all-perfect" rhetoric: "You don't need to go far, just find a little demon nearby, I, The kind that I usually deal with is enough. If you are worried about any accidents, Master can also draw a teleportation array on the side first, and send us back to the sect immediately, so that Master will never be hurt..."

Gong Buwang's red lips parted slightly: Of course she thinks this is inappropriate!

The reason why Hengjian was so excited and said this was because he didn't know the inside story of Qin Nianjiu's three years of seclusion, he only thought that he was injured, but she knew the details——

Ascetics have known since ancient times that "those who slay a million ghosts will turn into demons with their swords", but they have never seen anyone seriously slaying this amount... But there is her junior brother Qin Nianjiu.After all, he is the only one in the world who has the talent of immortal bones and spiritual body, and has a great way of cultivation. Apart from him, looking at all the clansmen in the world, even the elders of the first clan can kill ghosts at most only 40 to [-].

It's just that people are jealous, their Guanshiyuan is just a lonely small sect, and they can't even rank among the famous sects. Qin Nianjiu, who accidentally produced a fairy bone and spirit body, has already aroused the jealousy of countless elders of the sect; In the battle of Yuyu, he fought hard to kill the ghost king and won great achievements, which made countless sect disciples envious. In this situation, if other sects were to know that they Guan Shizong let him kill ghosts and the difference would be over a million, it would be hard to guarantee that he would be killed. Suspicions arose and troubles arose, so the master sealed up his brother's merits and virtues in the library, so that no outsiders would know, and ordered him not to go out to kill ghosts and evil spirits, and he was only called Qin to the outside world. The Immortal Venerable was seriously injured and needs to be recuperated in the sect...

Junior brother is not humane, so how can he understand these sophistication, even he himself doesn't understand the beginning and end of this matter, let alone the balance.

But right now, the younger brother opened his mouth on his own initiative, and the younger brother is already rejoicing... Gong Bu looked at the two of them in embarrassment, and just wanted to say that it would be better to let her accompany him, but then remembered that she had mentioned that he had no time to spare I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed by the excuse, so I could only frowned, and retorted with disapproval: "If the master finds out, he will definitely lose his temper again..."

Heng Jian hurriedly said: "Master is still in seclusion, let's go back quickly, and don't stay outside, nothing will happen!"

Facing his eyes full of expectation, Gong Buwang was speechless for a moment, unable to refute, and there was a bit of helplessness on the brow, "..."

Always helpless.

In the early days, the Master respected Du Cangsheng, and never stopped his junior brother from slaying ghosts, and he was even quite laissez-faire, she was helpless as she watched from the sidelines.And then until the junior brother killed ghosts and made a million dollars, the master resolutely ordered him to take up the mountain and go back to hiding. She was listening, but she was still helpless—the left is for the common people, the right is for the common people, what can she persuade, and what can she do? What can I do?

Now, as a cultivator, the younger brother can't get rid of evil spirits and save the common people, the pearl is covered with dust, and as the teacher, he can't accompany his relatives and apprentices. He is negligent of duty. She is sitting here, looking at the two masters and apprentices in front of her, feeling helpless in the end.

...It's just that she couldn't be more clear about the character of her junior brother. She knew that since he said "I won't make a move", he would definitely not make a move. Moreover, with his ability, no matter what unexpected situation happened, he should be able to find a solution It's easy to resolve, and besides, the younger brother...has indeed been imprisoned on the mountain for too long.

...It's just watching from the sidelines, so what else?

After thinking about it again and again, she finally snorted coldly, looked at the two of them and said, "If Master finds out about this, I won't protect you."

This is agreed!After three years, he was able to enter the world with his master again, Heng Jian was overjoyed, laughed so hard that he could hardly find his eyes, and nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, Master, thank you, little senior!"

Master took his relatives and apprentices down the mountain to practice. It was a very common act, but it could teach him to be so happy, and he even said "thank you"...Gong Buwang couldn't help but feel a twinge in his heart, and he couldn't say any more words of objection I had no choice but to soften my tone and annoy him: "I am looking forward to going down the mountain. Have you finished memorizing the homework assigned by the master earlier?"

Hearing the little master let go first, the corners of Hengjian's mouth almost rose to the base of his ears, after hearing the second part of her sentence, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly before he felt it, and murmured: "It's almost..."

Fearing that Master would repent, he hastily lowered his head and made a promise to Qin Nianjiu: "But I think I can finish memorizing it soon! At most a week!"

Qin Nianjiu still had that indifferent expression of staying out of the way, "Yes."

He said: "Then it will be in the coming week...the first day of April. It coincides with the birthday of the Tenth Hall of the King of Yama, and the yin energy is very strong. It is inevitable that there will be strange monsters taking the opportunity to cause trouble."

Hearing that he was talking about the coming week, Gong Buwang immediately relaxed his heartstrings, and hurriedly said: "This is very good. I have worked hard these few days, and I may be able to finish drawing those talisman papers—if I finish drawing, I will It’s safer to go with you.”

Like that, nothing is lost.

Qin Nianjiu nodded again, "En."

After a few words, the matter was settled, and Hengjian didn't dare to be negligent, he didn't even bother to drink tea, he immediately took out a few ancient books from his sleeve and flipped them through, which made Gong Buwang laugh for a while.

A stone table, three or four stone benches, full of flowers.Gong Buhuang rested his hand on his cheek, and leisurely fiddled with the fallen flowers on the table, Qin Nianjiu sat beside him with his eyes downcast, and Hengjian read aloud to his ears.This situation is still the same as in the past years.

But it seems... something is still missing, something is missing.