Bone

Chapter 109

The gray clouds are dark and cold, sucking the rain that will not fall, as if they are about to fall from mid-air, blurring the outline of the distant mountains.Even though it was not evening yet, the birds and beasts in the mountains had already returned to their nests, and there was no sound except the whimpering of the wind.

Letting the sleeves of his clothes fly with the wind, Qin Nianjiu stood alone on the Shengyun Terrace, looking down at the slightly wrinkled sound-transmitting paper crane in his palm, with a rare sullen and annoyed expression on his face.

Counting the days, it has been more than half a month since they returned to Jucang, which was far from what he imagined. Not only did the people from the Zongmen not come to the door at all, even Tan Fengyue went down the mountain every few days to buy without hearing any news ——It was really a waste of his days to be in such a calm and calm situation, and the grass and trees were like soldiers.

Full of worries, he pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache. ...Could it be that Fu Duanshui was stabbed so badly by his prince's younger brother that he died suddenly on the way back to the Zongzong?

—Of course not.

Although there had been no disturbances in recent days, the sound-transmitting paper crane in his hand, which was almost forgotten by others, lit up for a brief moment last night.

In just a moment, even Tan Fengyue, who was sleeping beside him, couldn't notice.For a moment, there was no human voice coming from the end of the paper crane, only shallow breathing could be heard, as if he was about to speak but stopped, and did not wait for him to speak, but the sound was cut off in a blink of an eye.

I really can't figure out what Fu Duanshui's intention is. ——Is it for the sake of security, wanting to delay him for a long time until he is weaker, and then lead someone to take him down in one fell swoop, or is it because he really listened to the sentence "It's not too late to kill him when he really becomes a demon", this Did he stand still, or was thinking of their favor, and wanted to keep him for a few more days to live a peaceful life? - who knows!

He only knows that the enemy's attack will not come for a long time, but the speed at which he is gradually possessed by the devil can be said to be rapid... If this continues, I am afraid that before he kills the enemy with his hands, the world will be ruined!

The dizziness that hit my head gradually deepened and became more and more serious. No matter how difficult it was to suppress the demonic energy around my body, it almost dyed the golden wheel into a black wheel. He wanted to crumpled the paper crane in his hand to vent his anger, but finally gave up, put the paper crane into his sleeve, and complained in a low voice: "Tsk, the mobility of this Yuyan leader is really not as good as the previous generation... ..." Thinking about Ye Zhenglan back then, didn't he bring people here non-stop as soon as he found something strange?How can he procrastinate like him!

Ordinarily, if the Zongmen didn't come, it could be regarded as leaving time for him to find a way to avoid becoming a demon, but—you must know that although Guan Shizong is small, his collection of books is vast, which is not inferior to other sects. During this period of time, he Yu Tan Fengyue lingers in Zangshu Pavilion every day, almost searching all the ancient books and scriptures, but he finds nothing.

Yes, should have thought of it earlier.Since the fallen demon returns to the demon again after death, it is unprecedented and unheard of, so how can the world have a solution?

Every idea was shattered one after another, so I had to make another plan...

Another sigh came out from his lips, Qin Nianjiu felt the root of his tongue was astringent and bitter.Tan Fengyue, Sanjiu, Qingyuan... all the things I remembered flashed through my mind, and finally condensed into one body:

——No matter what, you must not fall into the devil and bring disaster to the world.

Thinking like this, he pondered for a while, then stared at the dead sycamore tree beside him, and moved a few steps closer to the sycamore tree thoughtfully, "Hmm..."

That day when he was frustrated and fell into the devil, it was Master Qin Feng who sacrificed himself to subdue the devil's energy and shot him down at the junction... And when they returned to Jucang that day, the parasol still reacted to the devil's energy on his body...

Pursing his lips lightly, Qin Nianjiu moved closer to the sycamore tree, put his hand in his hand, and said in a low voice to the tree: "Cough, Master——"

Knowing that the master is dead and the sycamore tree has no wisdom, he still looks at the sycamore tree in front of him with a smile and a sigh, and he gathers up the dead leaves on the ground with his sleeves and wind, and jokes lightly: " No, this disciple knows that the Master always loves the brothers and sisters more than others. I only have the kindness of the master, not the kindness of the relatives... But my disciple, in order to fulfill the great wish of the Master, I have been killing ghosts all my life, cough cough, how should I put it... ...If there is no credit, there will be hard work, and if there is no hard work, there will be fatigue!——This time the disciple is in trouble, and the master can't just let it die."

If his guess is correct, this sycamore tree should be similar to a spirit-gathering tool that can absorb spiritual energy to purify demonic energy. Although it is no longer alive, it should still have some effect...

"I've offended you old man, please bear with me."

While talking, he took a deep breath, boldly stroked the old tree trunk.

The sycamore tree was dry, and there was no spiritual energy in it, but the moment it touched the devilish energy in his palm, it still trembled intermittently, bursting out a series of sounds of cracking wood grains.

With just one touch, the palm of the hand caressing on the tree trunk was in pain as if being scorched by a raging fire, which made Qin Nianjiu hiss lightly, and hastily withdrew his hand, but the thoughts in his mind turned sharply.

Sure enough, the effect of this sycamore wood is still there!However, after only touching it for an instant, the demonic energy on his arm has visibly faded a lot with the naked eye, and the disturbing dizziness and cracking pain in his head also disappeared for a short time, giving him a rare moment of sobriety.

In this way, if this sycamore tree...

Glancing at the gloom in his eyes, Qin Nianjiu was refreshed and looked at the plane tree in front of him seriously, but soon the corners of his mouth drooped again, showing a bit of frustration.

The sycamore tree itself was already half-dead, and although it still had the effect of suppressing demonic energy, it was too weak. Even if the tree was chopped into thousands of pieces and embedded in him, it would only be drinking poison to quench thirst, and it would be difficult to solve the problem from the root.

...Is there really no solution?

Unwilling to accept his fate so easily, Qin Nianjiu folded his arms and looked at the sycamore trees with rustling branches. He pondered for a while, then suddenly let go of his thoughts, and murmured: "Spirit Gathering Tool..."

If a large amount of aura can be captured and poured into it, perhaps the scene of aura suppressing demons can be reproduced. Even if he can't return him as a mortal, the worst result will be to weaken the demon aura on his body and knock him down again at the junction. ——

It's just that the spiritual energy in Jucang Mountain is thin now, where should I go to get such a huge amount of spiritual energy...

Suddenly there was a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he made some plans in an instant, and his heart sank down. Qin Nianjiu raised his hand, reluctantly folded off a dead branch of the phoenix tree, put it in his sleeve, and pursed his lips.

Although this trick is dangerous, the odds of winning are slim, but...

The sky should be endless... right?

The humming wind gradually rang out, and finally squeezed the rainwater from the dark clouds, drawing a fine rain curtain between the sky and the earth.

It was getting late, Tan Fengyue just came back from the mountain with Sanjiu to buy, transported the things to the warehouse and told Sanjiu to tidy up, while she took some food and swayed back to the bamboo house slowly avoiding the rain.As soon as he walked out of the house, he saw Qin Nianjiu sitting in front of the desk with his face propped up through the window, scribbling and writing on several plain leaflets with a pen in his hand.

The drizzle was like a curtain, talking about Fengyue looking at his side face through the window, raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't make a sound to scare him, but twirled his fingertips, and took "Made From Nothing" to light a spark and dusted it in. in the window.

Qin Nianjiu blocked the spark with a wave of his hand without turning his head, and his voice seemed somewhat helpless: "Old Ancestor—"

Tan Fengyue shrugged, went straight in through the window, and sat beside him: "Why are you in a daze?"

"It's not in a daze..." Qin Nianjiu's mind was still wandering, and he didn't raise his eyes to look at him. He just piled up the plain documents on the case in a pile, and replied lightly, "I'm thinking."

"Oh?" Tan Fengyue put the food in her arms aside, and calmly scanned the pile of plain text, seeing that it was just a bunch of meaningless ink marks on it, she shifted her gaze to Qin Nianjiu, "What are you thinking about?"

Qin Nianjiu didn't want to implicate this ancestor in his karma, but also knew that this ancestor would never allow himself to risk himself, so of course it was impossible to explain to him what he was planning, so he just kept a low voice. He let out a sigh, "I'm thinking... When Mr. Yan Luo let me go back to life, he asked that little devil to tell me a few words."

As soon as he heard Lord Yan Luo being mentioned, Tan Fengyue's eyes became a little cold.

Now that the matter has passed, if the two of them haven't realized that the whole "bone tightening" is a drama arranged by the so-called Heavenly Dao, it would be too unreasonable.

It is impossible for Mr. Yan Luo not to know that this ghost was actually the frustrated and fallen demon "Qin Nianjiu", and it is also impossible not to know that his "bones" were scattered all over the world, but he wanted to send him back to pay back his bones, and then even It is specified that he should go back to Jucang to look for it—you must know that his flesh and blood are scattered everywhere, the blessings of the world, the wind, the water, the grass, and the trees in the world... are all him.It can be said that from the moment he revived his soul, he has been recovering his "bones" bit by bit. Is it clear that Lord Yama's actions are pushing him into the devil step by step?

...It's just that Yan Luo Lord and Di Tianjun are both under the way of heaven and above all things, and they have no grievances against anyone, so why do they treat him like this?

What's the use of bothering to find out why now.Qin Nianjiu only held his cheek, and said to himself: "—he said that people have their fate, but he also said that 'things depend on man's actions'. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, you have to decide for yourself in the end."

He exhaled a long breath shallowly, his originally blank eyes became firm in an instant, and a smile appeared on his lips, he turned around with a smile to touch Fengyue's neck, and shouted in his ear: "So It is said that there is no unparalleled road in the sky!"

... Dare to encourage yourself.Somewhere in Tan Fengyue's heart softened, she raised her hand to caress his back, but she sneered at Yan Luo: "I never thought that Lord Yan Luo is a vicious person, but his words are not rough."

"Why is it so bad..." Qin Nianjiu leaned halfway on his body, and smiled sullenly at his unforgiving mouth, "I don't even think about how I would meet my old man again if he hadn't sent me back to my yang..." Zu you?"

How could he reunite with senior brothers, senior sisters, and Heng Jian, find out what happened to them, and then——

Tan Fengyue keenly caught the ferocity surging in his eyes again, hugged him tightly in time, and interrupted his thoughts with words, "Yes, I have to thank him, the old man."

Anger can best catalyze the devilish energy, but the murderous intentions always come to an end.Qin Nianjiu knocked his forehead with his palm, forced himself to calm down, and complained in a low voice: "...headache."

Tan Fengyue should be straightforward: "I will help you back to bed."

Qin Nianjiu didn't move. Instead, he hung his hands on his shoulders, leaned on him, pressed his neck with deep meaning and shouted: "Old Tan—"

...Why does this ghost always think of it like this?Tan Fengyue was thrown into her arms without any defense, and her back slammed into the desk. Qiaoqiao's sleeves were stained with ink on the wet inkstone. The table is full, "..."

The last time I saw him in such a mess was when Gong Buwang splashed him with alcohol when he was in Qingyuan, Qin Nianjiu looked at Tan Fengyue with a gloomy handsome face and turned his back to change clothes, he endured it and did not laugh out loud , picked up the desk in twos and threes, leaned over again without a long memory, stretched out his hand to caress the back of Tan Fengyue's neck, shook his head and mocked him: "Oh, why are you so careless?"

"..." The body temperature of this ghost is lower than that of ordinary people, like a piece of soft ice sliding slowly on his neck, he was cleaning his sleeves and talking about Fengyue with Su Xin Jue, turned his head slightly, and raised his eyebrows to look at him, " You..."

"Concentrate on changing your clothes and don't care what I do." Qin Nianjiu didn't look at him, and moved his fingers attached to his neck down, playfully hooking the red string tied around his neck.

... Heh, "Relic".When I met this ancestor for the first time, whenever I got close to him, there seemed to be a burning sensation at the place of the little finger. After that, he didn't regain his strength for a long time, and he often felt tired and sleepy. The only way to sleep peacefully next to this ancestor was. Because of this object.Presumably what was wrapped in this amber... should be a part of his finger bone.

——That sect person really knows how to "make the best use of everything".

Sensing that there was a slight haze in his eyes, Tan Fengyue was silent for a moment, stroked his hair, and asked, "Isn't it better to give this back to you?"

"No, no, no," Qin Nianjiu squinted his eyes and smiled, let go of the red rope, and his palms slid down, "If you give it back to me, it will only be stained with demonic energy, so it's better to put it on your body to clean it."

This ghost...was touched by him, and Tan Fengyue took a deep breath, trying to stop his movements: "Hey..."

However, Qin Nianjiu had already touched his bare back, gently stroking the scars neatly arranged along the spine, and counted: "One, two, three...eight. Well, there are eight..."

"... Hmm." It seems that this dress is out of the question.Tan Fengyue maintained her calm face, and replied calmly: "It is said that a cultivator needs to carry nine thunders to cross the catastrophe. Presumably, every time he carries one, he can cast a piece of fairy bone..."

In other words, he was punished to the mortal world, and all nine immortal bones were taken away... Qin Nianjiu lowered his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, and when he raised his eyes again, he laughed again, and carelessly put his palm on him Lingering on the back, muttering: "It's really a pity that this beautiful back—"

Finding that this ghost doesn't know what it means to accept as soon as you see it, Tan Fengyue's eyebrows twitched, and he turned around and pressed the troublemaker on the table, looking down at him, "If you do this, you won't be able to see it."

"Wow……"

It was clear that he had caused the fire, but Qin Nianjiu wanted to pretend to be innocent and inexplicable, looking at Tan Fengyue with a pair of "unbelievable" eyes, and all of them condemned: "No, old ancestor, I am so weak, you return……"

"Hmm." Tan Fengyue nodded very cooperatively, and the fingers on his wrist took off a little bit of strength, "That's right. Taking advantage of others' danger is not what a gentleman does."

"..." Qin Nianjiu raised his eyebrows, "Are you a gentleman?"

Tan Fengyue lowered her body and lightly bit the side of his neck, "Of course not."