Bone

Chapter 125

There is always night rain in the mountains, covering the sky like a curtain, the moon hides the stars, and there are only dark clouds.

Now it's past midnight, and in the huge side courtyard, Sanjiu scratched his black hair and clutched a thin quilt tightly in his hands, curled up in the corner of the end of the bed like a stone statue, listening to the sound of drizzle hitting the window, like It was a fine drum beating, beating the faint uneasiness in his heart.

Subconsciously avoiding Xianjun, shutting himself in the room, his eyes were empty, he bit his thumb tip unconsciously, thinking about the strangeness that appeared on his body, and his heart was full of confusion.

...when did it start?

On Jucang Mountain, when he carried the altar of green plum wine, he once felt strenuous.

On the day he returned to Qinyuan, he bumped into a passerby.

Yesterday, the hunger rising in his stomach, the lukewarm breath exhaled from his mouth...

Many strange things that he had inadvertently ignored in the past were connected in series in his mind, pointing brightly to an answer: he is a ghost, and he is clearly becoming a living person step by step!

...but why?

He didn't feel any excitement or joy at all, he bit his fingertips, the excessive shock and anxiety were intertwined and crowded in his head, making his head seem to be rusted, his hands and feet It also seemed to be filled with lead, so stiff that it was hard to think and heavy to move, and even the eyes that were always agile were lost.

Sitting stiffly with heavy limbs like this, he listened to the night rain outside the window in a daze, and kept biting his fingertips with the dentition grinder, until the fingertips suddenly hurt.

The pain felt lightly in his heart, and he was dazed for a while, as if he had returned to the blazingly burning National Teacher Tower.

That day——

What vaguely sounded in the ear was the crackling sound of the tongue of fire licking the wooden beams, and what vaguely penetrated into the nose was the burning and choking smell of fire smoke.He lived in that talisman, was pulled by an irresistible suction force, and stuck tightly to the window sill of the high tower.

The heat wave was rolling, and he, who was still in the paper talisman, watched through the window that the ghost king was fighting with the national teacher, but he was defeated. Seeing the dagger in the national teacher's hand, he was about to stab the ghost king...

He cried out in shock, his body moved involuntarily, and flew to block the sword for Gui Jun.

The shorter spirit sword broke through the waves of fire and pierced through his body.He had never felt such pain before, it seemed that his spirit and soul were torn into pieces, leaving him piece by piece, but the Ghost Lord grabbed him in time, wrapped him in the evil spirit of resentment, and immediately, The pain in his body suddenly disappeared...

At that time-

The fire was still burning, the scorched smoke was still spreading, vaguely, the moment the ghost held him, the moment before the pain disappeared, in a breath, he seemed to see the ghost's lips moving slightly, and said in a low voice two words...

……What did you say?

--"fine."

The words that were originally intended to be comforting became a curse at this moment. The simple and light words exploded in my mind, like a thunderbolt. Sanjiu woke up in an instant and bounced off the bed. Sweaty clothes.

As if the phantom pain from that day still remained in his heart, he raised his hand to cover his chest like a wandering soul, and suddenly understood something, his pupils trembled uncontrollably.

Every time something strange appeared on him, it was when Xianjun was not around and he was alone.

Since that day, the ghost king has not allowed him to mention to the fairy king that he was stabbed by the spirit sword in the national teacher's tower and his life was hanging by a thread, and even made a vow with him.

The two swords have spirits, and the ghost that was stabbed should have lost its soul, but he "survived" well. He only thought that the ghost king used some kind of magic technique, or a forbidden technique, but... if it wasn't like this Woolen cloth?

Xianjun has been unable to reshape the ghost for a long time, could it be... related to this matter, to him?

If it is related, then he...

What should I do?

Gradually, the rain stopped, the morning sun gradually revealed outside the window, and a few crisp birdsong rang into my ears.

Sanjiu stared blankly at his hand, his heart gradually burst into confusion, leaving only a blank space in his head which was always crowded with various vivid thoughts.

Qingyuan back mountain, the other side of the cave.

The golden light group still hangs quietly above the blood pool, Tan Fengyue lowered her eyes slightly, and leaned against the rock wall with her arms folded as if she was asleep, unaware that the night had passed, and there was already light outside the cave.

Suddenly, he heard a few birdsong faintly, and heard the soft rustling of clothes, he rubbed his forehead lightly in a drowsy manner, promptly suppressed the gloomy eyes, and turned his head to look.

Fu Duanshui, who was invited, was dressed in thin dew, with a very cold and indifferent expression on his face. He walked around the scattered books and ancient books on the ground without looking sideways, and walked straight to Tan Fengyue, standing still, and slightly bowed with his hands in his arms. Body, neither humble nor overbearing said: "I have seen the wind messenger."

Although after returning from Yin Division, she managed to get in touch with the new suzerain of Yuyan early in the morning, and often had some contact with him, but it was the first time for the two of them to see each other since they left the imperial capital... Tan Fengyue pursed her lips slightly, feeling quite He looked at Fu Duanshui with folded arms as if fresh, and gave him a nonchalant glance.

Far from Ji Zhuoran's emaciated and haggard face, this Fu Duanshui has the same demeanor all over his body, he is indifferent and calm, and he is no longer as inaccessible as before——

No matter how difficult it is for him to get close.Today, he has recovered Tan Junying's memory and part of his temperament, and he is best at dealing with this kind of cold-hearted and cold-faced gentleman. You are welcome. I have not been relisted to the immortal class, and I have no salary to receive..."

As he said, he moved his eyes to look at the golden-red ball of light, as if he was extremely helpless: "If he doesn't come back again, let me borrow some light from his 'Jiuling Tianzun' and give me some incense... um, I'm afraid it's a hard end."

Fu Duanshui was inexplicable, "..."

He himself was originally an exiled immortal, but now he has returned to the immortal status. To him, returning to the immortal class is only a matter of thunder. There are many ways, so why is it so rare to end well?

Realizing that these words did not seem to be addressed to him, but as if he was secretly threatening the light ball, Fu Duanshui glanced at the unmoving golden red light ball, did not answer his words, and only said indifferently: "Etiquette is never enough. chaos."

The words fell, and before Tan Fengyue could speak again, his eyes fell on the messy and dusty ancient books on the ground again, and he was polite to him: "The ancient books and scrolls in Yuyan Book Pavilion are about to be moved. If it's empty, please keep it. ——At least cherish it."

"..."

The collection of books in Guanshizong was completely burned down by Gutian on the day of the war. With the acquiescence of Fu Duanshui, he "borrowed" all the ancient books from the jade smoke without asking.Tan Fengyue coughed softly, flicked her green sleeves without shame, borrowed the wind to gather up the books all over the floor, patted them clean, and piled them neatly aside, "So I just brought Fu Xianzun here."

He took a shallow breath, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and calmly got to the point: "To tell you the truth, I have searched through the ancient and modern scriptures and tried thousands of spells, but none of them can help you." Melt his blood back, and shape him... I thought, perhaps because of the causal entanglement between me and him, and the deep involvement, so I found you, the Immortal Venerable, and wanted to invite the Immortal Venerable to have a try. "

... Isn't this rushing to the doctor in a hurry?

Not understanding why he had such twists and turns and bizarre conjectures, let alone how he, a fairy, would pin his hopes on a mortal like himself, Fu Duanshui looked at Tan Fengyue absurdly, and saw that although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, The meaning is not real, and the whole person is only pretending to be calm, as if the ground will be broken with just a single blow. It is obvious that he is exhausted physically and mentally, and his face can't help showing a bit of complexity.

After reading the hesitation in Fu Duanshui's eyes, Tan Fengyue herself doesn't know that this idea is completely ridiculous, but...

He sighed softly and smiled helplessly: "Even if there is only a slight possibility, I still have to try."

Seeing him like this, Fu Duanshui's lips moved lightly, but in the end he didn't say any harsh words against him, he just nodded, and turned to face the blood pool at the end of the cave as he said.

The sacrificial formation of the blood pool in front of him slowly circulated, benefiting Qingjiang, and creating merits for a hundred generations-but it could not protect the person whose blood was drained.

The karma of a hundred years, the past and the past, he has heard the whole story from Ye Zhenglan.

Now, Qin Xianzun has passed away again, and all the elders of the sects have died. Even the surviving Elder Ye Zhenglan has given up practicing the Dao and focused on retreat, only seeking to reshape the body for the sword spirit ... It seems like the sea has changed.

Fu Duanshui looked up at the golden ball of light floating above the pool of blood, feeling unspeakable in his heart, and sighed silently.

Yu secretly said "Offended", he thought for a while, raised his hand, and waved it.

As he recited the incantation in a low voice, the spiritual jade hanging on his waist slowly lit up, and countless whitening spiritual energy gushed out from it, and shot into the blood pool like arrows, splashing blood droplets one after another.

The sound of the spirit spell, the bright blood drops were blended by the whitening spiritual energy, turned into speckled golden light, and covered the light ball according to the guidance of the spell, and it was about to seep into it and blend with it— —

But it was like being flicked by a repulsive force, and they separated in a blink of an eye.

Seeing the speckled spots of light turned back into drops of blood in an instant, they slid down one after another and fell back into the pool of blood, Fu Duanshui did not show any surprise on the surface, while Tan Fengyue pressed the silver fan to his cheek, the two of them were shocked silence.

Not having the heart to look at the expression on Tan Fengyue's face at this moment, Fu Duanshui looked away, was silent for a moment, and pondered: "... I remember, when I was young, I learned that 'soul, bone and blood, soul and blood are one, do good , the bones and soul are one body, and one can do evil. In this way, there are good and evil sides in one's heart, so one can be a human being'. At that time, I only memorized this sentence, but I didn't think about the reason. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid it's the blood of the soul Connected, the relationship is deeper, you have to find his heart and soul before you can melt the blood back?"

The coldness of the silver fan attached to his face calmed the anxiety in his heart, allowing him to barely maintain his composure. Tan Fengyue still slightly raised the corners of his mouth, but there was a bit of bitterness in his smile: "Such a simple truth , How could I have never thought about it. But now his soul is separated, and his body is no longer. I have tried countless methods, and I have also tried to use his blood to form an array, but I can't bring back even a strand of his soul... ..."

Fu Duanshui couldn't help losing his voice.

The so-called "recalling the soul" in common sense means to use the human body as a guide to recall its scattered souls.But Qin Xianzun now only has bones and a soul left, without a physical body, it is naturally difficult to call back the soul, and because of the lack of this soul, it is impossible to melt back into the blood and reshape the body for him - it is like falling into a death The cycle is really difficult to solve.Fu Duanshui felt sad, but because all these misfortunes were caused by jade smoke, he had nothing to say and could only remain silent.

The room was full of silence, only the sound of blood surging could be heard, Tan Fengyue was also speechless and dejected.

Whenever he was on the verge of despair, he relied on his own beliefs to hold on to find "hope", but every time he found hope, it seemed like a bright willow, but it was always shattered in a flash, which tortured him to the point of exhaustion...

His heart was bursting, even though he didn't want to show his tiredness in front of outsiders, he couldn't help but closed his eyes and rubbed the corners of his forehead, raised the corners of his mouth with difficulty and murmured: "...It doesn't matter. Isn't it common in folk myths? Taiyi Shizun cut lotus water chestnuts into bones, lotus root into flesh, silk into tendons, and leaves into clothing, and forged a body for the third prince, so that he could revive his soul and restore his human body... It can be seen that there is always a way."

Those are just legends and stories made up by the common people, just to coax children to listen to them, so how can they count them?What's more, if it's just an empty shape, what's the use if you can't get back the soul... Fu Duanshui looked at him with complicated eyes, moved his thin lips a few times, and finally held back not to refute him, only silently thinking for a while.

It stands to reason that even if there is no body, it should only be difficult to recall the soul, not completely impossible to recall... Why is this so?

He lowered his eyes and pondered, before opening his mouth to speculate: "Qin Xianzun's immortal bone spirit body, the soul is also a spiritual thing, and it is no different from a panacea secret treasure to ghosts and monsters. They preempt it, so it's difficult—and impossible—to get it back."

He thought for a while, then raised his eyes to look at Tan Fengyue again: "If that's the case, you should be able to calculate according to the astrology, and see where there is a sudden phenomenon—maybe the wind envoy can go to the fairy palace and ask the star seeker? "

After the words fell, the forced smile on Tan Fengyue's lips froze even more, but it was not because of his unlikely guess, but because of the word "Xiangong".

After all, from the very beginning, he had the last resort, the last choice - to go back to the Immortal Palace.

The ghost messenger is right, Qin Nianjiu has indeed completed his meritorious deeds and deserves to be promoted to immortality.But he suffered catastrophe for two consecutive lifetimes. This is the injustice of heaven.And if he can use his two lifetimes of merit and immortality as compensation, he should be able to exchange for Qin Nianjiulai no matter what, but...

But he always has selfishness.

He was never a generous man.

Two people died together, although it was heroic and desolate, but why bother; one person died in exchange for the other to live forever, he was not unwilling, but such an ending, how could it be as complete as two people living together to live forever?

He didn't return to the fairy palace for help for a long time, but just stayed in the world and ran around, trying to resurrect his lover with his own power - he had selfish intentions in the end.

only now...

The sound of water dripping in the cave, the sound of blood rushing and rushing, and the sound of the wind slowly blowing and swirling, the sounds are in my ears. Talking about Fengyue just folded my arms and lowered my eyes, silent.

In the hidden place at the corner of the cave, Sanjiu folded her arms and squatted in the gap between several cave rocks. The two pupils in her wide-eyed round eyes kept trembling for a long time, and her eye sockets were hot.

Fu Duanshui's voice was not loud when he spoke, but it was sent far away by the narrow cave, so that he could hear it very clearly—the ghost has a fairy bone spirit body, and the soul also has a spirit. ...

The mist that covered his heart like a cloud of dark clouds earlier was instantly cleared away, he pounded his mouth with his fist, trying his best not to let the heavy breath escape from his lips.

God knows how many times he has imagined in his heart that when the ghost king returns, he will be able to be with him and the fairy king again, but——

But the ghost king can't come back, but it's all because of him!

he……

Then he...

...and what should I do?

The cave was so quiet that a needle could be heard, he curled up tightly, staring blankly at the wet mud on the ground, as if he could hear his throbbing heartbeat piercing through his ears like thunder.

This heartbeat, which was lighter and shallower than the breath of wind, did not reach Tan Fengyue's ears.He just remained silent, struggling to himself.

The soul cannot be summoned back, and the blood cannot melt in...

Go back to Asgard...

After a long while, the boulder tangled in his heart slammed to the ground. He sighed in his heart, but raised the corners of his mouth in relief, and said softly: "Okay."

Unexpectedly, his expression relaxed, as if he had regained his energy, he nodded and said: "Then let's go to the Immortal Palace."

In fact, just after Fu Duanshui blurted out that sentence, he himself realized that something was wrong.The person in front of me has not yet fully ascended to immortality, and he has made a fuss in the underworld before. If he really returns to the fairy palace, he may not only find it difficult to get help, but he will be detained and punished...

Just looking at the expression on his face, he knew that he had made a decision, Fu Duanshui couldn't help being speechless for a while: "The wind makes..."

It is rare to see him in such a bewildered state, Tan Fengyue smiled, "It can be regarded as finding a way to understand, not bad."

Hearing what he said in a confident and free manner, as if determined, Fu Duanshui frowned slightly, vaguely guessing something, raised his hand unconsciously, and was about to persuade him to slow down for the time being and find another way, but he heard As if he had already uncovered the matter, he lightly changed the topic: "It's rare for you to come, it's not good for you to accompany me to mourn the spring and autumn—"

Thinking that he lived a hundred years in vain in his last life, he didn't learn other things, but he is best at forbearing emotions and making a smile... Now it actually comes in handy.Tan Fengyue had made up her mind, she pulled the corners of her mouth slightly, put aside all her worries, took out some of Tan Junying's temperament, and fiddled with the silver fan in her hand thoughtfully, "Speaking of it, I went to the imperial capital half a month ago, visited the current emperor, and chatted with him..."

The dark wound in his heart was suddenly uncovered, Fu Duanshui's expression changed slightly, and he withdrew his hand.

As if wanting to make fun of him, Tan Fengyue paid attention to the changes in his expression, smiled slightly, and said unhurriedly: "He also asked about you."

Fu Duanshui's eyes were calm, he was not curious about what the man asked him, he just took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, folded his head, and said calmly: "How is he now?"

"What a coincidence," Tan Fengyue's lips curled slightly, and she tapped her palm with the silver fan in feigned amazement, "That's what he asked you."

Fu Duanshui was speechless for a moment, raised his head, and looked at him speechlessly.

"Is he—" insisting on betraying him, Tan Fengyue gave a soft "huh", opening and closing the silver fan in her hand, and tapped her palm repeatedly, "Because I used the spell of the national teacher earlier. It's yin to you, so that now the yang qi is deficient and yin qi is entangled, I'm afraid it won't be many years to live—"

"..." Hearing what he said, Fu Duanshui's face remained unchanged, but his hands that were folding the yellow talisman unconsciously froze slightly: "Why..."

Xin said that these two people are indeed connected by blood, and even the interesting things are in the same line, Tan Fengyue folded the folding fan funny, and turned back to the topic: "But I asked him to build a temple for Jiuling Tianzun, and he worshiped once a year. Protect him and he will be fine."

"..."

...This is the depression in my heart, so I want to make fun of others?Fu Duanshui let out a breath of gloom in his throat, and tried his best to cast a cold glance at him: "Really."

Tan Fengyue has always been unwilling to feel the suffering of others, and even less interested in persuading others to be kind. She raised her eyebrows slightly for fear that the world would not be chaotic, and teased him deliberately: "How, do you feel happy to hear that he is in such a situation now?"

But to his surprise, Fu Duanshui stopped origami, pondered for a while with lowered eyes, and answered after a while: "A little bit."

Tan Fengyue couldn't help but choked, realizing that even this person had changed a lot...

Seeing the surprise on his face, Fu Duanshui rarely curled the corners of his mouth, and said flatly, "People are not sages."

Tan Fengyue was provoked by his straightforward and candid explanation, and asked curiously after a long while: "Then if he wants to see you, will you still go to see him?"

Not sure what he was thinking, Fu Duanshui was silent for a while, folded the yellow talisman in his hand into a paper crane, and gave an ambiguous answer: "Maybe."

Tsk, it still hasn't changed.Tan Fengyue shrugged her shoulders, and was about to make fun of him and Ji Zhuoran, the Yanqiang brothers, when Fu Duanshui blew lightly on the paper crane, causing the paper crane to flutter its wings and fall into the sky lightly. in his hands.

"..."

He looked at the sound-transmitting paper crane in his palm, and looked at Fu Duanshui rather puzzled, "What?"

Qin Xianzun's frustration and falling into the devil, although he had his own reasons for his lack of Daoism, but the whole disaster finally started because of the sect, starting with Yuyan. It is inevitable that I will always feel guilty and apologetic in my heart... Fu Duanshui's eyes drooped slightly, he pursed his lips, and changed the subject again: "If the envoy of the wind wants to go to the Immortal Palace, there is no need to be in a hurry. But I can think about it after I return to the sect." Other ways—”

Tan Fengyue had already made up her mind, and it was difficult to turn around, but she didn't reject his seemingly superfluous kindness, and she happily put the paper crane into her sleeve, "Then I will thank Immortal Venerable."

Knowing that the rhetoric of "thinking about it again" is weak and weak, Fu Duanshui also sighed in his heart, but he didn't know what else to say, but he heard a timid child's voice suddenly sounded: "Xian Jun ——Do you want to go to the fairy palace?"

Both of them turned their heads and saw that Sanjiu had appeared nearby at some point, with a tangled look on his pale face, apparently he had heard their words clearly.

If he wanted to go to the Immortal Palace, this brat would definitely not be able to go with him, and he himself... would eventually end up in a situation where he never returned.The calmness she tried to maintain on the surface, even if she could fool herself, could not fool others. Tan Fengyue looked at the pale Sanjiu, she didn't know how to speak, she hesitated several times, "This..."

Sanjiu is not a fool, he can guess what kind of plan Xian Jun said to go back to the Heavenly Palace, his throat was astringent, his teeth were clenched and he was trembling lightly, knocking his head dizzy for a while, making him I wanted to say something, but couldn't get it out.

Fu Duanshui was not good at dealing with such a situation at all, so he could only purse his lips and say nothing, and the audience suddenly fell into an embarrassing silence.

There are drops of water falling from the cave rock, with a few ticks.

In such an almost suffocating silence, Sanjiu clenched his trembling teeth tightly, some blood came back to his face, and some gleam came to his eyes again, and he grasped it half-pleadingly. Stuck on the hem of Tan Fengyue's clothes, he didn't ask him not to go, but said: "Then, then... then let's... go back to Hongling first, okay?"

As if he had made up his mind, he bit his lips hard and looked at Tan Fengyue pleadingly, as if he wanted to persuade him to agree, but also as eager as if he didn't want to change his mind, he stammered: "Ghost Lord Those who promised me, we will go back to Hongling together...I, I want to go to Hongling...I want to go back..."

"..."

With this situation, Fu Duanshui felt even more ashamed. He turned his head away a little bit unbearably, hiding the pity in his eyes, but Tan Fengyue laughed dryly, pinched Sanjiu's cheeks, trying to appease the brat, "Why are you still making trouble?" Woke up. I said I was going to the Immortal Palace, but I just wanted to ask for help, not... Cough, even if there is no return, it is not right now."

... How could anyone comfort others with such cruel words?Fu Duanshui looked at him speechlessly, and sure enough, after hearing Sanjiu's words, he became sobbing immediately, and shouted wildly: "But I just want to go back!!"

Unable to listen any longer, Fu Duanshui said to Tan Fengyue: "I said just now that even if you want to go to the Immortal Palace, you don't have to be in a hurry. You can find other ways after I return to the sect. If it still doesn't work, it's not too late to go." -"

"..." Having a headache from being harassed by these two people, Tan Fengyue reluctantly pursed her lips and rubbed her forehead.

Forget it, if his ending is never to return, then it would be good to spend more time with this brat while he still has the chance, and besides, the suburb of Hongling... is also the place where he first met that person in this life.

Sighing softly, the corners of his mouth were slightly bent, he stroked Sanjiu's hair, and agreed to his intention: "Okay, no hurry, then go to Hongling first."

Sanjiu didn't respond for a moment, but just stared at him blankly, as if stunned.

With a "tick", another drop of water fell from the rock, like teardrops.

Gritting his teeth again, his eyes were flushed, he looked up at Tan Fengyue, finally grinned, and forced out a smile, "Yeah!"