Bone

Chapter 110

Under the clear blue sky, the trees are green and the grass is green.

With eyes full of joy, Sanjiu snorted and dragged a thick rope, tied three or four wine jars that were almost as tall as him, and walked forward with difficulty, dragging out a field of yellow and green grass juice.

In a trance, it seems that since Daguijun rescued him from the brink of life and death in the National Master Tower, this little ghost has lived more and more like a "human".Once he was tired, he could even feel the tightness and pain in his chest when he was out of breath—it was so fresh that he was delighted.

The wine jar was heavy, and it was difficult for him to step on every step. Suddenly, he tripped over objects scattered on the ground. There was a touch of blue hanging from the treetops, and he hurriedly shouted as if he had found a savior: "Xianjun—Xianjun!"

"..."

Tan Fengyue was fidgety looking through ancient books, and rarely relaxed and closed her eyes for a short nap, when she was disturbed, she rubbed her forehead slightly annoyed, and looked down at Sanjiu angrily: "What are you doing?"

After seeing the wine jar behind him clearly, he couldn't help but pause again, "...how about plowing the field?"

"No, no, where!" Sanjiu stuck out her tongue and wiped the sweat that didn't exist on her forehead, "Didn't I just tidy up the cellar... I found that there were still a few jars of green plum wine in it! What fantasy was there before?" I heard from Na Hengjian that he pickled plums, and I thought he was the one who pickled these jugs of wine... Uh, how should I put it..."

He rubbed the back of his head shyly, "Although he is dead...cough, no, although he is no longer here, the wine is still there. I think he must want the ghost to taste it, so he made his own way I moved a few jars out... I don’t know if I can still drink it.”

"Hmm." The kid was only thinking about the ghost.Tan Fengyue did not say some sarcastic remarks to pour cold water on him, which was rare, but turned over and carefully checked the old wine jars, "I have a heart."

If it is green plum wine made by ordinary people, it will not be able to drink after two years at most, but these jars in front of us are brewed by sect people after all, and many magic spells have been cast on them, even after a hundred years, they will still be fragrant and mellow.He caressed the faded dark red wine seal under his palm, nodded slightly, "You can still drink it."

"That's great, I didn't waste all my effort!" Sanjiu was so tired that she still twitched the corners of her mouth proudly, and sat down on one of the jars of wine with a smile, shaking her legs to ask him : "Is Mr. Ghost feeling better?"

Guijun's body was getting weaker and weaker, and he hadn't even seen him go out in the past few days, and he didn't dare to bother him even though he was so careless... He bit his lips worriedly, blinked, "...Can I drink? "

Never mentioning that Qin Nianjiu stayed behind closed doors for the past few days because the two of them were too indulgent that night—Tan Fengyue coughed solemnly, and lightly picked up the thick rope, "It's much better. This wine is not strong , I think it should be fine for him to have a drink or two. Let's go there now."

The breeze was blowing, and the inside and outside of the bamboo house was green and cool, and a small clump of flames was burning under the window.

Qin Nianjiu lay lazily on the edge of the window, throwing sheets of rice paper into the fire.The dancing flames are reflected in the eyes, and the pupils are also flickering brightly and darkly, making it difficult to discern what kind of emotion is in his eyes.

——When the senior brother was there in the past, he was completely ignorant of human feelings. He didn't know that the senior brother wanted to compete with him in his heart, and he didn't even know that the senior brother was entangled in his heart, which caused trouble.

Comparing, arguing, what is there to compare, what is there to be arguing about?Is it considered a blessing to be gifted with immortal bones and earth-given spirit bodies, and to be ruthless for a lifetime?

Seeing the blazing tongue of flames dutifully licking away the ink stains on the paper, and spitting out pieces of black ash, he rested his chin on his arm, and said to Qingfeng to himself: "... I don't know what I said, junior brother. Doesn’t that count as defeating senior brother again?”

I blurted out a slightly sad joke, but there was no sense of relaxation in my heart, instead I only felt astringent and bitter.Even today, he is still not well-versed in human feelings. He was sipping the complicated and inexplicable feeling in his heart. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Tan Fengyue holding Sanjiu with one hand and a bunch of tinkling wine jars with the other. Coming from afar, he hurriedly raised his hand and threw the remaining paper into the fire with a smile on his face: "Why did you come back so early?"

"This little ghost found some good things, and I want to please you." Sanjiu, who hadn't seen him for a long time, had already jumped over the window frame to jump on him with cheers, while Tan Fengyue put the wine jar firmly, facing him. The tumbling fire raised his eyebrows, "If you have nothing to do, set fire to the mountain?"

"Where is it..." Qin Nianjiu held Sanjiu on his lap and sat firmly, touched the tip of his nose with some guilt, "I think the desk is too messy, do you have to help clean it up?"

How could Tan Fengyue believe his words, she stepped forward and gently pinched the tip of his ear, "Aren't you keeping accounts for that damned ghost of yours?"

"Where is the dead ghost Qingqing? It's the ghost messenger——" Qin Nianjiu quickly expressed his loyalty, and then he smiled: "After all, there was a period of chaos before, and even the matter of the national teacher has not been clearly explained to him. My past..."

It is true that most of the papers in the pile of papers were the running accounts that were sent to the ghost messenger, so he said that he had a clear conscience, and half-jokingly said: "One yard is worth one yard. It is the old man Yan Luo who wants to plot against me, the ghost messenger." Brother, he is probably just doing his duty and obeying orders, and I have been with him for many years, and I haven’t reported to him for a long time, what if I make him worry?”

"..."

I really don't know whether to say that he has a pure temperament or that he is heartless, Tan Fengyue helplessly poked the ghost's forehead with her fingertips, then glanced at the paper that hadn't had time to burn out in the fire, see above Most of them were random graffiti, and felt that the graffiti seemed familiar, and was about to take a closer look, but Qin Nianjiu interrupted him, "Huh, what kind of wine is this?"

"It's green plum wine!" Sanjiu couldn't get in the way, finally seized the opportunity to speak, and hurriedly said: "I found it in the cellar, uh, I, I was thinking..."

The words were already on his lips, and he suddenly worried about whether his actions were a bit redundant and whether he would make Gui Jun nostalgic for the past, so he couldn't help stuttering, and looked at Tan Fengyue for help, "Uh... ..."

Tan Fengyue patted him on the head generously, explained the origin of the wine to Qin Nianjiu in a few words, and then said in a warm voice: "The little devil has a heart, so I can't help but appreciate it."

"what……"

How could Qin Nianjiu be ungrateful, thousands of words seemed to be dismantled and scattered, and the stickiness stuck in his throat, so he could only hold Sanjiu tighter and tighter, and what he said could only be clumsy One sentence: "...have a heart."

"hey-hey!"

Seeing that her good intentions did not do anything bad, Sanjiu became elated, and the corners of her mouth almost reached her ears. She took out three wine bowls from her arms and threw them to Tan Fengyue, and commanded him forgetfully: "Hurry up!" , give Gui Jun a bowl to taste!"

"It's not big or small." Tan Fengyue knocked on his forehead as a punishment for his little "offence", and then lifted the wine seal as promised.

Once the wine seal is opened, the aroma overflows far away, as if you can still glimpse the intentions of the people who made the wine back then.

Tan Fengyue sniffed the aroma of the wine, pursed her lips, filled half a bowl first, tried a sip by herself, and then handed it to Qin Nianjiu, letting him taste the clear and sour aroma that was 67 years late.

The aroma of the wine was sour and sweet, and it infiltrated into the wind, intoxicating the breeze as well. Youyou couldn't find the direction, and it blew in all directions.

Sanjiu intentionally took three wine bowls, and of course he himself had a share of drinking—in fact, he was the one who drank the most among the three.After all, he is really a ghost. The two of Tan and Qin understand that he has never tasted this taste before, so naturally they will not stop him, just drink with him, and joke with him with a smile: "You are planning to change your body, do something Drunkard?"

This green plum wine tastes sour and not astringent at all. If it wasn't for the warmth in Guijun's arms, Sanjiu would have plunged into the wine jar to have a good drink, biting the rim of the bowl and shaking his head with a smile: "Who is Brother Hengjian? The craftsmanship is so good, once you try it, you can’t stop!”

"Wow," Qin Nianjiu was almost amused by him, "Listen, Patriarch, I recognize my brother now!"

Sitting beside Qin Nianjiu, Tan Fengyue reached out and brushed his long hair without any trace, covering a few ambiguous red marks on the side of his neck, "Your brother Hengjian is not as greedy as you."

Sanjiu giggled and said happily: "Xianjun is telling a joke, how can I compare with Brother Hengjian!"

After all, he is young and has stayed on the mountain for too long. He only chooses flowers and farms all day long, and tidies up what he has left. The expected enemy attack is delayed. Being able to drink a couple of cups and chat with him, the last string in his heart was inevitably relaxed—all the worries that had been entrenched in his mind, what became a demon, and people from the sect, all flew away , disappeared.

If I could live in seclusion like this...

"...Hey!" With a little drunkenness, he suddenly shivered, tugged Qin Nianjiu's sleeve lightly, and said with a little pleading: "Until you get better and return to Qingyuan, Guijun, we can avoid Zong. Gatekeeper, do you want to quietly go back to Hongling?"

"Ok?"

The smile on Qin Nianjiu's lips froze unknowingly, and then he quickly returned to normal, and he agreed, "Of course. It's just a trip to the city to cover people's eyes and ears, it's not difficult."

"..." Tan Fengyue glanced at him, said nothing, and went to refill the wine.

Sanjiu couldn't hold back the joy on his face, he almost yelled excitedly, but forced himself to hold back, and only smiled and closed his round eyes: "Master and Madam both promised me that when my sister is born, I can Go back and have a look!—I haven't seen what a baby looks like!"

Maybe he has seen it, but the ghost does not remember the past, even if he has seen it, he has forgotten it.

"It's not easy to see the baby." When Tan Fengyue came back from Tianjiu, she flipped her hand over and used illusion to transform out of thin air an infant pink baby in her arms, and handed it to him to see. "how?"

Sanjiu wanted to go back to Hongling to see what the "little baby" looked like, just to miss the old lady, but in the blink of an eye, he was taken away by this lifelike illusion, staring at the baby sleeping soundly The baby exclaimed: "Wow!——"

Seeing that he was staring intently, she wanted to reach out and poke the baby's round cheek several times, Tan Fengyue withdrew her hand amusedly, "Don't touch it, it's an illusion, touch it and it will be gone."

Seeing that he didn't notice anything unusual, Qin Nianjiu calmly held Sanjiu tighter, pressed him to sit firmly on his lap, and reminded him with a very cooperative smile, "Yes, keep your hands still."

The last time I saw Xianjun perform illusions was when he was pointing at Little Leaf. At that time, I only saw him transform into some flowers, plants and small animals, but I didn't expect him to transform into such vivid babies!Sanjiu looked at Tan Fengyue with bright eyes, "Can anything be conjured? Then..."

Xin said that the little ghost is too thoughtful and difficult to serve. Tan Fengyue was about to ask him what else he wanted to see, but he turned his head and put his arms around Qin Nianjiu's waist: "Is there anything you haven't seen before, let Xianjun Change to open your eyes and have fun!"

... This person who thinks about his ghost everywhere and puts his ghost first in everything, compared with him, he seems to pale in comparison.Tan Fengyue couldn't help being a little annoyed, but she wanted to pretend to be indifferent, turned her head and asked Qin Nianjiu like holding back her anger, "Is there anything else you want to see?"

Although Qin Nianjiu is not good at this kind of unorthodox magic trick, but he lived for more than a hundred years in his last life, so how could he not have seen it?But it’s not easy to ignore the kindness of this big and small one. He couldn’t help but glanced at the ancestor, and said in cooperation: "Staying on the mountain all day long, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, I’m tired of seeing it. Then Laozu will change... ...Come and see the scenery of the four seasons?"

Manpower is limited, and Tan Fengyue can't change the whole mountain scenery, and he doesn't want to show timidity in front of Sanjiu, so he calmly points to the window frame where they are leaning, and hooks his hands.

The window frame is like a scroll, enclosing a world.During the period, the deep greenness suddenly faded from the verdure, the sunlight softened a little, and there was a weak drizzle, and a group of butterflies came from nowhere with magical colors, fluttering their wings, and scattered in the wind.

Sanjiu was so shocked by this beautiful scene that he almost blinked his eyes, but Qin Nianjiu clicked his tongue twice, wanting to find fault with him: "Beauty is beauty, it's too empty."

"..." Tan Fengyue glanced at him, turned her hands over, and in a blink of an eye, the flapping butterfly wings suddenly turned into pieces of red leaves, which fell to the ground leisurely, as if ocher ink had been splashed, rippling and spreading When it opened, all the green grass was dyed orange in an instant.

"Not bad, not bad." Qin Nianjiu propped his head and looked out the window, "It's just a little bit worse..."

Tan Fengyue indulged him, dipped his fingertips in some wine, flicked his fingers, and then numerous exquisite fruits hung on the branches, and then turned his backhand again, and in a blink of an eye, the numerous fruits were covered with frost. It turned into the color of white snow again, and the rain that fell all over the sky was illuminated by the light, and turned into misty snow, which fluttered into the window frame.

The thin snow refracted the light, like light spots all over the sky, Qin Nianjiu stared at the blurred snow scene, and his worries seemed to fly away for a while, leaving only tranquility, so he couldn't help pulling Tan Fengyue's wrist: "At that time In the nightmare, did you see the same scene?"

Tan Fengyue paused for a while, and said after a while: "Yes, and no."

He shrugged: "After all, I was only thinking about finding someone at that time, so I was in no mood to appreciate the scenery... Now I can calm down and watch it quietly."

Qin Nianjiu naturally understood the unfinished meaning of his words, but he said unmoved: "Yes, yes, after all, I'm here, right? - Who told me that I have nowhere to go except here now .”

Sighing secretly that this ghost is really evil, Tan Fengyue glanced at him with some displeasure, and seeing him staring at the snow falling in the window, she sighed with emotion: "But...it's good to have 'now'."

To be able to enjoy the scenery of the four seasons in such a quiet way.

Sighing softly, Qin Nianjiu hugged Sanjiu comfortably, propped his face to look at the snow scene in the window, it was hard to ignore the blue sky in his peripheral vision.The two of them should have experienced such a scene together in their previous lives, but at the end... there was no end.

Just like Luo Qingyu and Chen Wenyu's life was ended by the word "regret", Qin Nianjiu, who fell into the devil, and Tan Junying, who was ascended, were only determined by the word "regret".

Tan Fengyue didn't know what he was thinking, but saw that his eyes were full of confusion, so she stroked his back and agreed, "Of course."

But Sanjiu didn't notice the small movements of the two of them at all. He just stared at the window frame excitedly, counting with his fingers, "Spring, autumn, winter...there are all of them. What about summer? And summer?" !"

"Stupid." Qin Nianjiu came back to his senses, pinched his cheeks unceremoniously, took a few snowflakes in his palms, and carefully kept them from dispersing, "Isn't it summer now?"

Tan Fengyue bullied herself over, tapped the snowflakes in his palm lightly with her fingertips, and then covered his palm with her hand.

When the folded hands were opened again, a small insect with a shiny tail was lying in Qin Nianjiu's palm, fluttering its wings and buzzing, which caused Sanjiu to exclaim again and again, "That's great! Ghost Lord, you caught Xia Tianjiu. Stay!"

"How?" Tan Fengyue raised her eyebrows and looked at Qin Nianjiu and the little ghost in his arms, with a hint of self-satisfaction in her tone, "Are you two satisfied?"

Did he stay with Sanjiu for a long time? I don't think this patriarch actually got into the "bad habit" of asking for credit.Qin Nianjiu smiled so that his cheeks were slightly sour, and he played with the firefly in his palm with interest, "The ancestor took so much trouble to enjoy the four seasons with us, how dare we be dissatisfied!"

From the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw that all his long hair falling on his shoulders had turned into silver threads, and he couldn't help laughing: "I've seen the four seasons, why do I want to look at it like a white head? Hey, do you know what is called Too much is too late, ancestor..."

He didn't hear the expected response.

Suddenly realizing something, the smile froze on his lips, and he raised his head to meet the complicated and shocked eyes of Tan Fengyue and Sanjiuyi.

Like a dream being shattered by a sudden lightning strike, the original warm and peaceful atmosphere disappeared instantly.

The long silence made people anxious, Sanjiu's childish voice trembled, he didn't have a heartbeat at all, but he seemed to hear the sound of his own heart beating like a drum: "Ghost, ghost...your hair... how……"

He could see clearly that Xianjun didn't make any movements at all, it was the golden wheel wrapped around Guijun's body that suddenly shattered, and then——

Tan Fengyue remained silent, silently clenched the silver fan tightly.The degree of this ghost's obsession is too deep, and it can no longer be covered by illusion...

In the midst of anxiety, it was Qin Nianjiu who took the lead in saying, "I thought it could be delayed for another month or two..."

In the current situation, whether to retaliate or not is false, and it is only serious to find a way to avoid falling into the devil as soon as possible.Tan Fengyue was anxious in her heart, and the hands on his shoulders tightened again and again, "There are still more than ten ancient books in the Zangshu Pavilion that have not been read, I—"

Qin Nianjiu interrupted him: "Don't waste your time. ——You and I both know it well."

Without looking at Tan Fengyue's gloomy expression, he pondered for a moment, raised his hand and stuffed Sanjiu back into the talisman without any explanation, and then said: "...I think there may be a solution to it."

There was another short moment of silence, Qin Nianjiu still didn't turn his eyes to Tan Fengyue, just lowered his eyes slightly, and said slowly after deliberation: "In the shadow formation, you don't listen to Gong's nonsense, Yueyin Immortal - also It is your former master, there are countless secret treasures in his cave, maybe..."

Tan Fengyue frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Where is Immortal Yueyin's cave?"

Qin Nianjiu murmured softly, and did not answer "Fuze Cliff" truthfully, but said: "On the other side across the South China Sea from Jucang Mountain, there is a mountain named Liancang, quite far away from Jucang... ...but if you, Patriarch, travel faster, it will take at most four days to set up the formation and go back and forth. But for four days, I should still be able to wait."

Tan Fengyue was silent for a moment, then nodded: "I'm leaving now."

"...There's no need to be in such a hurry." Qin Nianjiu twitched the corners of his mouth reluctantly, and pressed his hand instead, "Just leave tomorrow morning."

Before Tan Fengyue responded, he sighed softly, "If you can't find a solution there..."

This time Tan Fengyue did not remain silent, but quickly interrupted his words, affirming: "There must be a solution."

——In the worst case, what Qin Feng can do, he can certainly do.It's just sacrificing one's life to purify the demon energy, so what's the difficulty?

As if guessing what he was thinking, but also as if he knew nothing about his thoughts, Qin Nianjiu finally raised his eyes to look at him, and said with a smile: "Then I will follow the old ancestor's words."

Outside the window, a few birds chirping.

……

It's late at night, and the evening stars hang low, as if they can be reached.Tan Fengyue next to her was obviously not sleeping soundly, her brows were slightly frowned.

In the deep darkness, Qin Nianjiu quietly opened his eyes, turned over and put his hands on Tan Fengyue.

Slowly, wisps of black mist spread from his palm, covering the person he was holding in vain.

The demonic energy is not entirely under his control, but fortunately there is still some resentment energy that has not yet been demonized that can be used by him - a few beads of sweat emerged from his forehead, he lightly gritted his teeth, and tried his best to squeeze out the resentment. Qi formed a fragile barrier, isolating the five senses of Tan Fengyue.

Seeing that the frowns of the people in the barrier finally relaxed, Qin Nianjiu let out a sigh of relief, got up and got out of bed.

The buzzing of insects outside the window could not call out the full moon hiding behind the thin clouds.

Qin Nianjiu sat alone by the window, glanced at the person who was sleeping peacefully on the bed, took out the talisman for Sanjiu's hiding in his arms, and said a word that could not be refuted: "Shh, don't make a sound."

As if realizing something, the thin deed talisman made a crackling sound, and struggled violently, grabbing his fingers with four corners of paper.

"Listen." Qin Nianjiu twirled the struggling talisman with rare cold eyes, and for the first time gave it a death order in a cold voice, "No matter what happens, you are not allowed to show up or go out. No sound, and no movement is allowed."

The words did not follow, only to see that the Qi Fu struggled hard with all his strength, and then fell silent, unable to move any more.

Sighing softly, Qin Nianjiu caressed the talisman, not knowing if he was comforting the little ghost in the talisman, or telling himself: "...Don't worry, nothing will happen."

After saying a word, he looked at Tan Fengyue's coat hanging at the end of the bed, waved his hand and said "Sleeve Qiankun", then hid the talisman tightly in it, and moved his eyes to look out of the window.

Under the eyes of the sky, a golden bell tightly enveloped the entire Jucang, preventing the devilish energy from him from leaking out.

Admiralty is set up for Tan Fengyue, but he will notice any problems that arise, and he can't act rashly.

— but not without a solution.

Qin Nianjiu withdrew his gaze, took out the slightly crumpled sound-transmitting paper crane from his sleeve, looked down, closed his eyes suddenly after a while, and activated the crane with resentment, but did not make a sound, but All the black mist emerging from the palm was poured into it.

——In the Jade Mist Sect far away, a sudden burst of devilish energy rushed up to the sky in an instant, pushed away the clouds and mist, and swallowed the full moon into a crescent moon.

Seeing that the spirit crane in his hand couldn't bear the transpiration of demonic energy and was devoured into powder, Qin Nianjiu pursed his lips like a smile, and nonchalantly patted off the remaining ashes on his palm.

There was still half a bowl of green plum wine that I drank together in the evening, and he leaned against the window, raised his hand, and poured the remaining wine in the bowl into the night sky.

The scent of sweet and sour wine filled the wind, but his voice was softer than the late wind: "Don't worry, Master will avenge you."