Bone

Chapter 126

It was morning again, and the sky was warm.

The sound of horseshoes is crisp, hidden in the shade of the road, stepping on the green ground, galloping forward.

On the forest path, there were no other carriages and horses on both sides, only a small carriage was moving rapidly, and voices kept escaping from the carriage: "... I haven't been back for so long, and I don't know if the old man's house has changed. appearance……"

"Well, we still went there empty-handed..."

"My younger sister should be one year old too—or is it worse? Oh, it doesn't count..."

……

Just one night is not enough to completely heal the entanglement in his heart-it can calm himself down somewhat.Tan Fengyue leaned halfway outside the carriage, letting Liufeng lead the reins, fiddled with the golden-red light group in his hands that gathered and scattered, and kept struggling. What he recalled in his mind was the expression in Fu Duanshui's eyes when he was parting. Apologetic and a bit pity, what I heard was the chattering voice from inside the carriage, and I felt quite a headache and sighed silently.

And in the carriage, Sanjiu lay flat on the seat, holding the half-broken old bamboo basket upside down against his face, heaving up and down with the rut, his mood was also difficult to calm down, so he could only babble without saying anything. Some trivial matters to teach myself to distract myself, "...When I return to Hongling, I can't let the master and wife see me, so as not to scare them—"

Suddenly, the wheel seemed to hit a small stone, and the car body shook slightly, which knocked off the bamboo basket on his face, also broke his chattering voice, and broke the unspeakable entanglement in his heart.

"..."

The horse galloped, and so did the light. The warm sunlight came in through the small window, shone on his slightly dazed face, reflected in his clear eyes, as if projected on the surface of a sparkling sea, under which schools of fish were swimming. Roam among them indiscriminately.

The school of fish in my heart is scurrying around, coming and going, gathering and dispersing, unable to find an exact direction.He looked at the mortise and tenon criss-cross roof of the carriage stupidly, and the thoughts crowded in his head scattered aimlessly like a fish swimming in the tail, and went in all directions.

What does Hongling look like?He had never paid attention to it before, and now he can't remember clearly.Said to go back and have a look, is he really obsessed?maybe.Or maybe he was actually just harboring selfishness, thinking that he could delay it a little longer... just a little bit.

Let him think more clearly, be firmer, and more calm...

Just as he was dazed, he suddenly heard two "knock knocks", it was Tan Fengyue who didn't hear him for a while, so he opened the curtain, knocked on the wooden sill with a silver fan, and asked him with his head: "Why are you suddenly dumb? "

"……what."

Hastily stuffing all his emotions back to the bottom of his heart, Sanjiu sat up straight, blocking the bamboo basket behind him, and tried to cover up with nothing to say: "I was thinking about...uh, how do we Rented a carriage instead of riding the wind?"

"..." Tan Fengyue put away the ball of light with her hands, looked at him a little funny, and said with his usual sarcasm: "If you react more slowly, we will all be there."

At this moment, the most unbelievable thing is that Xianjun is so calm, it seems that only his heart has become a mess... Sanjiu looked at Tan Fengyue, just as he was about to speak, there was heat in his eyes, which made him unconsciously She pursed her lips: "Xianjun..."

Don't love Sanjiu's mournful appearance, so Tan Fengyue tapped him with a silver fan rather dumbfounded, "Come on, what are you doing with a sad face all day—you're going back to Hongling, you've been What I have been thinking about, and now it is finally possible, aren't you happy?"

That's what I said, but the bitter taste spread from the bottom of my heart to the face, and then penetrated into the bottom of the eyes. Sanjiu looked at him, but couldn't laugh at all. He forced the corners of his mouth, but the smile was uglier than crying, and said The words that came out were also against my will: "D-of course I'm happy..."

"..."

In fact, Tan Fengyue's mood is not at all relaxed, and he is not as good at coaxing children as Qin Nianjiu. Seeing him like this, he can only support his forehead helplessly, and use the playfulness that belongs to Tan Junying to chat and laugh with him: "Happy!" That’s good. Take a car like this, and you can explore along the road. In case your ghost’s soul is lost, is Qiaoqiao on this road? ——If it’s not so coincidental, just take a car like this It’s also good to have a hair dryer to relax your mind.”

Forcibly suppressing the worries in his heart, he coaxed the brat: "Don't worry. With the help of the wind, even if you take a carriage, you can get there in half a day. If you feel that the road is boring..." He moved a little Paused, after thinking for a while, "You...have never ridden a horse before, so you can take this opportunity to try it?"

He was just coaxing casually, but he didn't know which sentence suddenly hit Sanjiu, causing his round eyes to light up suddenly.

The school of fish in confusion suddenly gathered together, as if there was a "pop" sound, and the fish flicked their tails.

Sanjiu looked at Tan Fengyue for a few seconds, the bitterness on his face was swept away, as if he suddenly raised his spirits, he suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, leaned out, and asked eagerly: "Is it really possible?"

Seeing how easily and successfully diverted the kid's attention, Tan Fengyue couldn't help sighing secretly that the child is really easy to coax, and slightly hooked the corner of her mouth: "Of course."

As he spoke, he stretched out his sleeves and embraced him, half pushing and half tugging to help him sit on the horseback.

The sorrow that was stagnant in her heart seemed to have finally found a breakthrough, Sanjiu showed some real joy, concentrated on studying the saddle and rein, and began to chatter again: "It's like this Is it?... Oh, it's so hard to sit still... I'm stretched, I'm stretched—"

It's been a long time since I saw Sanjiu so lively, even better than before, Tan Fengyue also wished to find some entertainment to distract herself, she twitched the corners of her mouth again, calmed down, while paying attention to controlling the direction of the rein with the breeze from the side, While giving pointers, "Don't grab the rein with your backhand, turn your hand straight, yes. Clamp your legs tightly. Don't use force on your hand..."

I always only said that Sanjiu was smart, but I didn't think that he was even very talented in riding horses. After a while, he mastered the tricks and rode the horse galloping with excitement, almost flying into the air——

The lush green forests on both sides retreated rapidly, as if even Huhu Liufeng couldn't catch up with him, and he was left far behind, without mentioning those worries.Sanjiu held the rein loosely, smiling so much that her round eyes narrowed slightly, as if she had never been so happy.

—but it was just riding a horse, something he had never done before.

Knowing what is waiting for him on the road ahead, but still able to concentrate on enjoying the joy of this moment——During the time in Jucang, was it the same kind of mood that Gui Jun held in his heart?

The wind pierced his ears, but the fish in his heart suddenly became quiet. He turned around and asked Tan Fengyue loudly, "Xianjun! At that time, we came to Qinyuan from Hongling, did we take this road?"

Seeing this kid happy, Tan Fengyue was more or less infected by his comfortable mood, waved the silver fan leisurely, and answered him loudly: "Yes."

After hearing this, Sanjiu gave a low "wow", shook his head and said with emotion: "I think I was turned from Qinyuan to Hongling before, and I should have taken this road! I walked twice, but I still It’s the first time I’ve seen the scenery along the way! The first time I was locked in a cloth box and couldn’t see anything, and the next time I just listened to the ghost telling stories..."

Hearing him mention the cause of his death so nonchalantly, Tan Fengyue's heart softened, and she glanced at the heartless brat, and deftly avoided the topic: "At that time, it was obviously you who insisted on pestering him and forcing him to To tell you a story . . . now it's his fault."

Sanjiu couldn't help but let out another "Wow!", flattening his mouth artificially, "The Immortal Lord is really biased, he only knows how to talk to the Ghost Lord!"

Not offended by him, but provoked by his words, she couldn't help laughing, Tan Fengyue raised her eyebrows, "You knew that the first day?"

Since the day Guijun died, they hadn't talked about the past like this for a long time. Hearing Xianjun's long-lost smile, Sanjiu naturally grinned happily, and smiled with a pair of round eyes.

In his heart, he was no longer in awe of Xianjun as he was at the beginning. He blinked, jumped up, sat down on the horseback, and discussed with Tan Fengyue coquettishly: "Speaking of stories, Ghost Lord has always told me, Xian Lord, you haven't told me yet..."

It was rare to relax, Tan Fengyue actually showed a bit of approachability, raised his hand to hold the horse steady for him, and nodded along with him, "Okay. What do you want to hear?"

"Let's start from the beginning, let's talk about Luo Qingyu—" Sanjiu shook his legs grinningly, tilting his head, thinking about what Gui Jun had said, "Is the appearance of 'Luo Sha private' really that scary? Is Candleman Lantern really that weird? Xianjun, did you really let her go on your body, and let her make your eyes swell from crying, like a peach?"

"...How can it be so exaggerated, you listen to his nonsense." Tan Fengyue sneered slightly, raised her eyebrows again, only picked his last question to answer, and said: "Or have you never seen what a peach is like? "

Hearing such cool irony in my ears, I felt as if I was back in a trance when I was watching him quarreling with the ghost king. Sanjiu was so teased by him that he burst out laughing, and he almost fell off the horse, but he helped him in time It was hard for him to sit still, but his mouth was only focused on asking: "What is it like, Xianjun, please tell me!"

Tan Fengyue didn't feel impatient, just tapped the silver fan lightly on the palm of her hand, after thinking about it for a while, she calmly opened her mouth, and told him the whole story of Rakshasa's private affair from the beginning, "That day, I It happened to pass by the outer suburbs of Hongling, and I saw it there..."

He has always been cold and reticent, and when he tells stories, he is not as eloquent and vivid as Qin Nianjiu. He only picks out the important points with concise words, but Sanjiu listens carefully, half lying on the horse as if in a trance. On his back, he dragged his hands on his cheeks, interrupting from time to time to ask a question or make a comment: "So it was the ghost who stopped her, so you didn't let you kill her..."

"That old Taoist is too hateful, he deserves to be eaten by the Shaman!"

"That……"

The wind was refreshing and rushed past, but the voices of the two people who were talking in the carriage were gentle, with slight smiles.

——After arriving at Hongling, what will happen next?No one wants to think about it.A fairy and a ghost ride in a galloping carriage, tacitly don't mention the injury, only tell jokes; don't ask about the future, only mention the past, and tell the story to the end with one question and one answer.

——Only at this moment.

Like a storyteller, she slammed the cash register fan, and Tan Fengyue knocked on the shaft of the car, "...After that, she voluntarily accepted the punishment, and was sent to the underworld by the Qingdu Huatale, and fell into a bitter prison. That's it."

Obviously, he has heard the story a hundred times and remembered it by heart, but Sanjiu still seemed to have something to say, he didn't speak for a long time, and after a long time, he lowered his eyes and smacked them, paused for a while, blinked and asked: "The talisman... ...Is the Qingduhua Talisman the kind you drew for the dead souls in Qingyuan, Xianjun? If you stick it on your body, you can send the soul back to the underworld? Then..."

Pressing his heart as if he was afraid, he tilted his head: "Then I picked up a lot of unused ones in Qingyuan a few days ago, why didn't they get sent down by that talisman?"

"Yes, yes." Tan Fengyue still answered him truthfully, "The so-called talisman is actually just a medium. In the final analysis, it still depends on the 'sincerity' of the person who uses the talisman. Sincerely willing to belong to the underworld, the spell can only take effect.——You just touched it casually, and you can’t count it.”

"Well……"

Sanjiu nodded half-understood, and the hand on his chest seemed to finally hold down the throbbing fish school in his heart, making them settle down and returning the sea to a calm state.

Unconsciously clenched the rein in his hand, he was afraid that his expression could not conceal what was on his mind, so he lowered his head even more, and then sighed: "Oh, that Luo Qingyu...she is so affectionate, Regardless of whether or not I meet Chen Wenyu in the end, I still have to drink Mengpo soup..."

Thinking of the partners he met in Qingyuan, he pursed his lips tightly, and asked in a melancholy voice, "...their ghosts, do they really have to drink Mengpo soup when they reincarnate?"

If so, then they might not remember him...

"Yes," Tan Fengyue replied as a matter of course: "After all, one life is one life——"

Before he finished speaking, seeing Sanjiu's heartbroken face, he changed his words hastily, "But as long as the mind is strong enough, firm and pure... maybe you can still remember it."

Knowing that Xianjun was just looking for words to comfort him, Sanjiu curled her lips and raised her eyes: "Then what if Guijun doesn't remember us or recognize us after he comes back?"

... Could it be that there are fewer things that the two of them have forgotten?Tan Fengyue shrugged her shoulders when she heard the words, and said relaxedly: "Then you can talk about the old things with him in detail, and get to know him again."

"..."

Unable to hear his dying words, Sanjiu puffed up his face, complained to him in a low voice, and turned his head away angrily, but seeing the road ahead suddenly opened up on both sides, he couldn't help calling softly: " Ah, that's—"

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Sure enough, Xianjun didn't lie to him. With the help of the wind, even riding in a carriage is extremely fast.I saw the scenery on both sides of the road spread out, revealing the tile houses hidden behind the green forest, patches of fertile fields, streams and streams... and the renovated village far away from the village with the smell of smoke Jiuling Tianzun Temple.

Approaching Xibei, Tan Fengyue stretched out her hand to pull back, causing the horse to slow down, and walked slowly across the field path, watching the wind blowing the wheat waves, and the field was full of life.Some people are carrying water, some are farming, and some are resting on the ridge of the field. In the distance, there are several newly built schools. Some children are looking in through the windows, and some people are washing clothes by the stream... …

Sanjiu had heard of this village in the stories, but had never actually been there. He even forgot that others could not see him, so he turned off his voice, covered his face with his hands, and stared at the eyes through his fingers holding his breath. This kind of idyllic scene he had never seen before—how could there be the terrifying appearance of the village full of people candled by ghosts?

Walking to a remote place under the shade of a tree, Tan Fengyue stopped the horse, turned over and got out of the car.

Come here today, all for Sanjiu.So he was not in a hurry to go to the temple, he just patted Sanjiu's calf, "I'll find someone to find out where Wang Er lives now, and I'll be back soon."

Sanjiu was staring at the field not far away in a daze, and finally responded "...ah, good.", but saw that Tan Fengyue had already transformed into a figure and walked far away.

As he walked away, it seemed as if an invisible thread had been pulled away, causing a soft object in Sanjiu's chest to thump, causing his face to show a sad look again, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Since Fu Duanshui left yesterday, he has secretly tried several times - as long as the fairy is a little far away from him, he will show the characteristics of a living person... even now.

The little finger that had made the oath with the ghost king's finger was swollen and swollen, as if it was burning. He slowly raised his hand to cover his heart, feeling the extremely weak beating sensation coming from it, and lowered his eyes , Another burst of ecstasy.

There are too many things in the mind that are too complicated, and there are too many disturbances, it will always turn into a blank, so that the overheated mind is strangely calmed down, and only a piece of peace is left in the confused mood.

Quietly, he lay on the horse's neck, listened to the snorting of the horse, looked at the children playing in a crowd in the distance, patted his chest, and coaxed himself: "... I have an excuse. Yes, it should."

The misty voice fell, as if after a while, and as if it had only been a snap of the fingers, Tan Fengyue suddenly appeared beside him, tugged at his ankle, and deliberately slowed down his speech: "I'm asking. The king Er is still working in Hongling City, but his family has moved here to guard the village and look after the fields, and he lives next to a well at the entrance of the village—"

Hearing half of what he said, Sanjiu had already grabbed his cuff with his backhand, and his bright round eyes were full of impatience, "Then let's, let's go there quickly!"

Seeing that he was really in a hurry, Tan Fengyue smiled slightly, stopped teasing the kid, pulled him off the horse, turned into the wind, and went straight to the tile house——

At the entrance of the small village, beside the well, a low brick wall encloses a garden of flowers and plants, enclosing a square of heaven and earth.

In the small courtyard, You Shi sat on the wicker chair with her daughter in her arms, covered her eyes with one hand, patted her gently with the other, basking in the mid-day sun with squinted eyes.

Suddenly, there was a gust of breeze blowing over the flower tree in the corner, rinsing and shaking off a few fallen flowers, You Shi smiled softly, teasing the pink baby in his arms, "Look, Jiang Er, the little tree is also waving to you Woolen cloth--"

On the tile roof, just as Sanjiu stood firm, she heard Madam's voice, and hurriedly shrank back nervously, wanting to talk about Fengyue and lie down, for fear of disturbing the mother and daughter in the courtyard.

Reluctantly grabbing the startled kid, Tan Fengyue sat on the eaves generously, pulled him close to her and leaned against her, "They can't see us."

"..." Sanjiu touched the back of his head, embarrassed for a while, "I forgot..."

Thinking about it carefully, although he was trapped in Wang Er's house for three years, the real face-to-face meeting with Wang Er and his wife was only the time when Xianjun and Guijun came... Thinking of the past, he pursed his lips and peeked at the conversation. Fengyue carefully leaned towards his shoulder, seeing that he didn't push her away, she boldly moved into his arms, and looked at the scene in the small courtyard.

As he remembered, Youshi always had a smile on his face, was gentle and soft, and spoke softly.Wang Er was still dressed as a fast catcher, and rushed back during his lunch break. He was busy by the stove, lighting a fire, cooking rice, and cooking vegetables. He would occasionally trot out with a small bowl and let You Shi taste it with a silly smile. , to see if it suits her taste...

He has been thinking about it for a long time, talking about it all the way, and what he wants to see in his heart is actually just such a peaceful daily scene that can be seen at a glance.And such a peaceful daily scene, in the eyes, can indeed relieve worries.

All the way here, she was chattering non-stop, but Sanjiu calmed down at this moment, sitting in Tan Fengyue's arms, neither shaking her legs, nor making a sound to break the moment of silence, Tan Fengyue also For the time being, he put the worries in his heart behind him, gently waved the silver fan, and patiently accompanied him.

Not long after, Wang Er brought out a meat, a vegetable, a soup, a bowl of rice paste, and put them hot on the small table set up in the courtyard, and went to add more rice for You Shi.Still as usual, he would tell Youshi all kinds of anecdotes and anecdotes in the city, and all kinds of things he encountered when he was on errand. Youshi listened carefully while serving him food, and responded to every sentence.

It was noon, when the smoke rose from the kitchens, the people who worked in the fields stopped their work and went home to eat. In the distance, people stepped into the temple to offer incense, and the incense became more and more prosperous.Nearby, a family in a small courtyard was having a joke, and the gentle breeze blew the laughter away.

Feeling as if he had never been so relaxed, Sanjiu unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, quietly looking at the baby in Youshi's arms.

This is my sister.He admitted it himself.

At the time of parting, he once asked if he could come back to visit his younger sister after she was born, and both the master and wife nodded—they saw each other now.

Looking at the little baby who was hugged and loved by You Shi, there was neither longing nor envy in his clear eyes, only the most sincere and pure satisfaction, and suddenly he opened his mouth softly: "Xian Jun..."

As if he was afraid of disturbing Wang Er's family under the eaves, he almost spoke in a breathy voice, talking to himself: "I used to hear Gui Jun comment that this person has a blessed face, and that person's life is blessed... I Then I always thought, I should be the kind of person whose fate is low and fortune is low, not only my parents don't kiss me, but also my life is extremely short, I died early..."

Guess also knows that he will feel uncomfortable seeing children from other families being loved so much. Tan Fengyue listened to him whispering, slowed down the movement of shaking the fan, and wrapped him in his arms, "It's just to make you happy." I brought you here, why do you feel sad?"

As soon as Sanjiu heard it, he refused, and broke away from his hand slightly, "Where! You haven't heard me finished, there is more to come!"

Sweeping away the dullness in the conversation, he made a naughty twist, "I thought that way before, but now it's different. I'm much luckier than others. I met Xianjun Guijun! It's only been less than a year. , I have experienced things that others may not necessarily encounter in a hundred years, and I have met so many people-not to mention anything else, which little ghost can sit in the arms of a fairy like me, and let the fairy Hear me whine?"

...this brat.Tan Fengyue couldn't help laughing, shook her head, and heard him continue to express his feelings: "So, I am really happy! Today is the happiest day I have ever remembered! Even compared to meeting Xianjun ghost Jun’s day was even happier! Not only did I ride a horse—I’ve never ridden a horse! Xianjun also told me stories and met my sister... Well, what people often say about "contentment" is not just This feeling?"

"At a young age, I don't want to learn anything else, but I have to learn to be content—I'm afraid it's too early." Tan Fengyue pulled his hair in a funny way, and deliberately teased him, "Nine continents and fourteen continents have infinite scenery. Difu Tiangong is even more interesting, and there are special delicacies everywhere, which I haven't brought you to taste yet..."

The continent is vast and boundless, how can we go all over it?There are so many delicacies, how can I try them all?I can't get enough of the field scenery and the daily scene in front of me.But Sanjiu bent his eyes and smiled, and boldly interrupted his Xianjun's words for the first time: "Enough, enough."

He raised his eyes and looked at the misty temple in the distance: "After all, the ghost master taught me, contentment and happiness!"

Seeing that the little devil said so, but still sat still and did not move, as if he couldn't even see the scene in front of him enough, his face was full of greed, Tan Fengyue couldn't help shaking his head again, laughing at him: " Duplicity."

Sanjiu didn't want to refute his words, but fell into silence for a while.

Under the eaves, Wang Er had already packed up his clothes, left the village and headed for the city, You also carried his daughter back to the house, the rest of the garden was full of flowers and plants swaying in the wind.

Qingfeng moved her eyelashes, and Tan Fengyue also narrowed her eyes slightly: "But...it's okay. There is still a long time, and there are still many opportunities. I wanted to entrust you to Fu Duanshui, and I could travel around with him, but If you like this place, there is nothing wrong with staying here..."

He didn't like this kind of tone of confession, so he frowned slightly, and opened it again in an instant, and asked Sanjiu in a deliberative manner: "I will explain clearly to Fu Duanshui, and you can come freely even if the Pope's followers don't hurt you. Go, wait for your ghost king to return—"

"...Okay." The flowers and leaves on the branches rinsed, Sanjiu closed his eyes, his voice trembling slightly, and interrupted him again, "Everything is fine."

He didn't dare to turn his head to look at Tan Fengyue, he just stared fixedly at the empty small courtyard, staring at the white flowers swaying in the wind, forced out all the composure a young boy possessed, and took a deep breath , grinned freely: "Let me... think about it for myself. Xianjun, you also want to go to that temple? I want to... stay for a while."

He is a young kid, at the age of worry-free, but it is cruel to teach him to face life and death one after another.Tan Fengyue also didn't dare to look at his face, couldn't help but hug him tighter, and after a long time before letting go, she said: "Okay."

The moment she was hugged tightly, hot tears were about to rush out of her eyes, Sanjiu clutched her front tightly, not letting herself cry, until there was no sound behind her, it was Xianjun who left according to her words, and stayed behind for him. It was clean.

Little by little, until Tan Fengyue walked away, until there was another weak heartbeat in his chest, he still didn't move, there was something in his heart that he wanted to confide in, and finally he could only breathe out in a low voice, "Ghost... ..."

Closing his eyes again, suppressing the heat in his eyes, he said: "That day in the National Teacher Tower—"

The whole village of Xibei has been refurbished, and even the road leading to the temple has been widened a lot, and it is no longer what it was then.The same road, same as back then, Tan Fengyue gently shaking the silver fan, walking slowly, but behind her was no longer the frightening Rakshasa, and the person holding the umbrella was no longer by her side——

Sanjiu wasn't by his side, he rarely let down his brows and eyes, and every step he took was exhausting.

He is incompetent, in vain as a cultivator, and cannot protect his beloved.He is useless, in vain as a fairy, he can't call back the soul of his lover - he can't even stay with a little ghost for a long time, so as to make the little ghost heartbroken.

And go to Asgard...

He stopped in his tracks, raised his eyes and looked at the completely new Jiuling Tianzun Temple in front of him, lost in thought for a while.

...How would you feel if you couldn't find him after that person came back?

He is not him, he does not know.

He just knew he couldn't help it.

——Because he couldn't, he could only do so.

All sighed lightly in depression, he slightly suppressed the entanglement in his heart, and pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.Everything else is easy to say, that is, Sanjiu... I have to ask Nafu to cut off the water——

Almost following his thoughts, something in the sleeve suddenly twisted, and the gleam lit up, and there was a crane cry, and then Fu Duanshui's familiar cold voice: "Wind Messenger."

"..."

Is this man really eloquent?Why does he happen to appear every time he is mentioned or thought of... Tan Fengyue frowned inexplicably and looked at the paper crane in front of him, which interrupted his sadness, and wanted to smash it with his hands, but finally Reluctantly put away the silver fan, at the same time suppressed the emotions on the face, and replied: "What?"

Fu Duanshui's face was always calm, he was not disturbed by the rushing clansmen beside him at all, he just looked down at the ink-colored plain Xuanxuan in his hand, and said to the paper crane: "Yesterday, the envoy entrusted by the wind envoy, As for the search for the method of summoning souls, I have ordered people from all sects to search together, and I believe that we will be able to gain something in the near future."

"……Is it."

After staying in Qingyuan for more than a month, among the world's magic techniques, I really don't know which ones he has never tried.Knowing that he was just out of good intentions, she wanted him not to be in a hurry, to wait for a while longer, Tan Fengyue's lips moved slightly, but in the end she didn't say anything sarcastic, and simply said: "Fu Xianzun has a heart."

The paper crane said again: "There are still speculations mentioned yesterday... The wind messenger said that even if there is a slight possibility, you have to try it. I asked the disciples of the Star Luozong to do astrology and find out a few. There are ghosts in the place that are transforming into form, maybe they are related to Qin Xianzun's heart and soul, so you can go and investigate. Even if it has nothing to do with it, you can kill evil and benefit the people, and add to Qin Xianzun's merits."

Once you have made up your mind, you have already made up your mind, no matter how difficult it is to transfer.Tan Fengyue responded unmoved with a single word: "En."

Not caring about his nonchalant perfunctory, Fu Duanshui nodded at the end of the paper crane, and reported the place names recorded on Suxuan in sequence: "Waihai Chuiyuan, Jianchuan, Bamboo Gap..."

Tan Fengyue listened with his left ear in and his right ear out, and he kept walking towards the temple that was once dilapidated, where Rakshasa had made trouble secretly, and where he and that person were related in this life, and the place he passed was a breeze.

The wind undulates and spreads across the earth.

On the far side, Sanjiu sat on the eaves with her knees hugged, looking at the white flowers on the branches in the courtyard that were blown tottering by the wind, she only murmured something to herself, and bit her lips timidly.

The warm sun, the wind blowing, the sound of reading from afar, the scenery, the pulse beating on the wrist, the breath exhaled from the nose... so real, like a pair of hands embracing him, dragging him, stirring him Anxiety, fiddled with his shaking, wanting to keep him.

Yes, if he obeys Xianjun's arrangement and doesn't ask any more questions, just stay here for a long time... what's wrong?You can not be afraid of the sect, you can come and go freely, you can... live, grow, and grow old as a living person—not a wandering soul that died prematurely.

Can……

He bit his lower lip fiercely with self-loathing, his eyes were filled with fog-like misery, and finally mustered up the courage to speak again in a low voice: "That day in the National Teacher Tower..."

Knowing that the ghost king can't hear him at all at the moment, but he still continued, as if speaking to himself, "That day, the situation was so dangerous and dangerous, the ghost king was for me...to save me..."

Cut off a ray of soul for him, maintained his soul that was about to dissipate, and taught him not to fly away——

In the corner of his eyes, there was a faint flash of water, and he blinked again and again, "But I never dared to say it... Actually, at that time, I was greedy for life and afraid of death, and I didn't even want to block that sword for the ghost king, and I didn't dare to say it." ...I don't want to block that sword for Ghost Lord. It's just the order that the talisman comes with, I can't resist..."

——If he has an order, you have to obey him; if he is in trouble, you have to give up your life to save him.All because of the very beginning, he said "I wish"...

Since you have made a promise with your mouth, you must always keep it, so that you are worthy of being a human being and worthy of your heart... right?

Bitterly pursed his lips, he held back his tears, pressed his heart tightly, and said softly: "I... have always blamed myself, why did I hesitate at that time, why did I hesitate? So good... So I often think, if I do it all over again, if I have another chance, I will definitely take the initiative..."

The wind makes the branches, and the flowers fall.

Watching the white flower fall leisurely to the ground, he raised the corners of his mouth mockingly, lowered his eyes, and finally shed tears.

"...but now it's time like this again, I'm still hesitating, I'm not calm at all..."

……

The wind turned slowly, blowing the man in green clothes in front of the temple like it was about to melt into clouds.

The voice of Fu Duanshui was still chattering among the paper cranes, reporting a list of place names from the south of the sky to the north of the earth, and talking about Fengyue. It is near Hongling Mountain City, there is a village named Xibei..."

Tan Fengyue couldn't help being taken aback.

He is in Xibei at this moment, how could there be a strange thing appearing but he failed to notice it?

Suddenly, his mind went blank for a moment, as if struck by lightning, he vaguely realized something, "...What did you say?"

Fu Duanshui seemed to be a little surprised. He paused for a while before repeating uncertainly: "The suburbs of Hongling City, Xibei Village?"

Almost suppressing his voice, Tan Fengyue's expression changed in surprise, and she turned into a wind in an instant, leaving the paper crane behind and turned around——

——How could there be time?

He is always one step behind.

The moment he turned around, it seemed as if thunder struck the ground, and in the distance, several gusts of wind that ordinary people could not see suddenly rose, intertwined and whirled towards the sky, and a golden light suddenly appeared from the eye of the wind, overflowing like a tide— —

The farmer who is working in the field, the schoolchildren who are wandering in the school hall, and the girl who is washing the yarn beside the clear stream are all immersed in their own world unconsciously. Someone was passing them by in panic, rushing against the tide of light towards the place where the wind blows.

The sunlight on the body and the cool wind brushing against the ears suddenly mingled together, and all the movement around him suddenly slowed down. The courtyard where the light source was located was clearly in front of us, but it seemed far away. Talking about Fengyue The mountain collapsed in my heart, my eyes and mind were in chaos, I just shouted in a daze: "Three nines!——"

Shrouded in the gust of wind and overflowing with golden light, Sanjiu still quietly sat on the eaves with her legs crossed, as if she heard the call, she tilted her head slightly as usual every time, and turned to look at him.

With just one glance, Tan Fengyue's pupils dilated suddenly, and the blood in her whole body seemed to be flowing backwards, icy cold to the bone.

A piece of cinnabar ink-colored talisman that was still new was firmly attached to Sanjiu's body, not being shaken by the strong wind, not on his forehead, but on his heart, and reflected into his pupils one by one.

Hastily, helplessly, bewildered, he reaches out to him—

And in the next second, Sanjiu's figure suddenly shattered, and pieces were separated.

No time to take into account that the surging golden light was flowing into his sleeve along his outstretched hand, Tan Fengyue completely lost her composure, firmly grasped Sanjiu's wrist that had not been separated, and opened her mouth to recite the incantation, but only for a moment, There was nothing under his palm, he couldn't even grab the flakes of fly ash that were smashed by the strong wind, he could only grab the powerless heart.

But the corners of Sanjiu's shattered mouth lifted up, full of relief.

Seeing all the golden light pouring into Tan Fengyue's sleeves, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and blinked his round eyes that were about to turn ashes mischievously, just like when he first met Xianjun Guijun , smiled happily: "Xianjun, don't worry..."

"It doesn't hurt at all..."

……