Bone

Chapter 127

Cotton-like dark gray rain clouds covered the sun's disk, dense and impenetrable, so damp and stuffy that people couldn't breathe.

The mist was heavy, and the cold and dark light shrouded the earth, embracing the broken walls and ruins in the distance, and even the colored glass fragments all over the ground dimmed the color, as if the hearts of people were broken and cold.

In the damp cave, clumps of candles were set up to form a magic circle, and the candle flames were warm and yellow; above the turbulent blood circle, a group of solid golden brilliance was particularly dazzling, stacked and undulating, floating in waves, It almost disappeared from the thin blue shadow nearby.

Bone, blood, soul, and soul have all been assembled, the magic circle and spirit spells have all been laid out, and everything will be decided when the weather and timing match up——

But in the previous life and in this life, whether it was Tan Junying or Tan Fengyue, she had never been so haggard as she is now.

Staring blankly at the golden-red light group that seems to be gathered and separated, and is rolling violently, Tan Fengyue stands quietly near the blood formation, as if the person who has been taken out of his mind is him, the whole person is wooden, and there is no trace of blood on his face. Bloodless, bluish white, like a clump of dull bamboo.

I have no memory of how I returned to Qingyuan from Xibei, how I walked to the side of the blood pool, how I set up the magic circle, how I summoned the light ball, and how long I stood here waiting for the sky——

Tightly bound by so many dull pains, he stood in the middle of the magic circle with his hands down, with a blank heart, and he didn't even know what he was relying on to barely maintain his last dignity, so as not to be completely defeated.

In his last life, he was talking about Junying, and everything went well, and he was always used to face all kinds of things with a cynical and playful attitude. Facing everything with a posture, it seems that he knows everything in the world, and he is determined to get what he wants, but in fact, regardless of his past and present lives, even though he has the ability to go to heaven and earth, he always misses something crucial.

... even failed to guess the mind of a little ghost, and could not protect him.

He can no longer find the unreasonable determination and inexplicable calm of the past, but now his heart is full of fragile hesitation, completely at a loss.

Can Qin Nianjiu be resurrected smoothly with this move?Is it really possible to obtain the immortal status as the ghost messenger said?If he regains his life, will he become a demon again?

He could no longer think deeply about these questions.

He didn't know whether this move would be possible or what it would be like, he didn't know anything, he didn't dare to be sure about anything, he didn't even dare to imagine the scene of reuniting with that person, he just stared blankly at the ball of light in front of him, listening to his There was a muffled thunder in the distance.

The sky was filled with clouds, and the wind and thunder met each other. Suddenly, there seemed to be lightning rolling, smashing the clouds and causing rain to fall one after another.

At the same moment, the candle flames flickered all over the place, diluting the warm yellow color and turning into faint light blue, bubbling into the golden light.

Stiffly, he watched the ball of light slowly enter the blood formation, soaked in blood, and his heart seemed to sink in——

The dome is dark blue, and the fine silver stars are shining, weaving together to form a river, softly enveloping the fairy palace.

The joys and sorrows in the world, the wind and thunder, are all blocked by this galaxy, and cannot reach the ears of heaven and man.

In the distance, only fairy music could be heard fluttering, Lord Yan Luo sat close to the galaxy, casually fiddled with the stars, and arranged them into various shapes, his pair of jet-black pupils were full of interest, and his face was very unhappy.

The mood was completely opposite to his. Di Tianjun had a calm and handsome face, and stood behind him with his hands behind his back, all of them said bluntly: "I would like to accept the bet. This time you won, what do you want?"

It never occurred to me that karma and effect are intertwined, sowing a good cause will yield a good fruit, that unremarkable little ghost is willing to sacrifice his life to repay his kindness, now Qin Nianjiu really complied with the phrase "Nine deaths and a lifetime", and reincarnation is a foregone conclusion.It was rare for Master Yama to win him once, and he smiled so much that his eyes narrowed slightly, "What are you in such a hurry for? Just owe it first, and I'll tell you when I think about it."

Seeing that he was so good and so good, Di Tianjun rolled his eyes slightly, and sat down next to him with a straight posture, "It's just a bet that won, and Lord Yan Luo is so happy?"

Uncommonly put away that gloomy look, Yan Luozhu bent his mouth, almost laughing, "Double happiness is coming, how can you not be happy?"

"..." Di Tianjun turned his head to look at him, and sincerely asked for advice, "Why is Double Happiness?"

Lord Yan Luo naturally did not hesitate to explain his doubts, and said with a smile: "It is the first joy to win Lord Tianjun, as for the second joy..."

He pursed his lips slyly, and he flicked the stars lightly, "The wind makes the two lives human, the first life is playful and insane, and the first life is ruthless and indifferent. It seems to be unruly, but in fact it also values ​​love. Presumably from then on, it will stay in the world for a long time. No matter how hard it is to appear in front of me and annoy me—how can I not like it?"

Easily dodging the dots of silver stars he splashed, Di Tianjun slightly raised his eyebrows in doubt, followed his gaze away, and looked at the gloomy human world under the boundless galaxy.

……

The torrential rain poured down and hit the ground heavily, shaking the ground trembling slightly.

The thunder is deafening and the wind is howling, as if it is drawing and absorbing the aura of all things, mixed with moist rain, penetrating through the cracks of the rock wall, pouring into the intricate cave passages, almost smashing everything in the cave with brute force, It suddenly softened again, and was dragged by the blue candlelight, and slowly infiltrated into the endlessly flowing blood formation.

In the blink of an eye, there was endless wind and thunder outside the cave, and the inside of the cave was overflowing with brilliance.

The scarlet blood in the formation rolls slightly, and it is dyed golden bit by bit from the point where it meets the light group. It lights up inch by inch, rapidly expands, and blurs into a cloud-like light mist, illuminating Tan Fengyue's slight expansion. The pupils penetrate the eyes into the heart.

In the bottom of his eyes, he was walking alone, and he saw the relic enshrined on the high pavilion in Lingxian Temple; Lang, three or nine broken smiles——

In front of him, in a cloud of golden and blue aura, the blood flowed backwards, turning into threads of light, intertwined and intertwined, like blood vessels and meridians, on which blood and flesh condensed little by little, covering the skin, gradually becoming a human shape——

Until Tan Fengyue's slightly trembling pupils reflected the familiar face.

It was the man in the plum blossom grove that the palace didn't want to turn around with a smile, hoping to see it.

It was Hengjian who hesitated to step forward even in a dream, and dared not wake up.

It was the person Xu Yanqing could only stare at unwillingly throughout his life.

——It is the figure in white clothes or red clothes, always by his side, and separated from him by two worlds for 67 years.

In the hazy light and mist, Qin Nianjiu's eyes were closed tightly, his chest rose and fell gently with the dancing candlelight, as if he was just sleeping peacefully.

No time to discern what kind of emotion was churning in her heart, Tan Fengyue didn't step forward immediately, she just stared blankly at the person who was softly enveloped by the light mist, raised her hand several times and repeated it again and again. Withdrawing it, I don't know how long it took before he stretched out his hand, passed through the light, and carefully wrapped it around Qin Nianjiu's wrist.

It is no longer a pool of blood mud that he can't get up with all his strength, but warm, delicate, that can be held in his hands——

He wanted to laugh, but the corners of his mouth were so heavy that he couldn't lift it up. He didn't know how he held his wrist tightly, pulled him out of the light mist tremblingly, and waved his hands to put on his clothes.

Almost at the same moment when their bodies touched, clusters of faint blue candlelight flickered and faded back to warm yellow.

As if disturbed by the sudden change of the candlelight, Qin Nianjiu opened his eyes and met Tan Fengyue's gaze.

The two pairs of golden pupils faced each other for an instant, and they seemed to be able to see for a thousand years at a glance.

With black hair and golden pupils, she is a fairy and not a demon.

In an instant, Tan Fengyue's five fingers clasped on his wrist tightened, and thousands of words came to his mouth, wanting to call his name, want to talk to him in detail, want to talk to him about ghosts, say Sanjiu— —

But without waiting for him to speak, or even before he could react, Qin Nianjiu's eyes froze suddenly, and he subconsciously blocked his hand without any explanation.

Suddenly the wind stopped, and the thunder exploded.

Tan Fengyue's froze hands in mid-air, her drooping sleeves, and the overturned candle seemed to be frozen at this moment, and the words that could not be escaped were stuck in her throat, leaving only a shocking silence that was deafening.

The candlelight was so warm that it couldn't penetrate Qin Nianjiu's indifferent eyes.

All kinds of pictures piled up in my mind, but they disappeared in an instant like a gust of wind blowing sand.Unable to tell whether the lingering in his heart was peace or emptiness, the scene in front of him gradually became clear, Qin Nianjiu looked at Tan Fengyue who was full of surprise in front of him, his lips moved slightly, but he couldn't make a sound for a moment, so he fell silent for a moment.

In the silence of the room, Tan Fengyue heard him read three words softly, almost breathlessly:

"... Tan Junying?"

Just three words, like a long sword piercing his heart, passed through his chest, taking away the warmth of his whole body.

Even the air seemed to be frozen and condensed, a cold air rose slowly from the soles of his feet, but his heart sank straight down, draining his strength and pulling him to shake.

The blood on Tan Fengyue's face faded, and the corners of her mouth were raised unconsciously, as if this was just a bad joke.Holding on to this sliver of hope, he stared at the person in front of him, trying to find even a flaw in his expression, but Qin Nianjiu's face and eyes were filled with nothing but a waveless indifference, which made his The heart slipped into the abyss little by little.

In an extremely dry manner, he gave a hoarse laugh, but still insisted: "This joke...isn't funny..."

Qin Nianjiu did not respond to his words.

He only shifted his gaze slightly to take in the scene in this strange cave, and then looked at the only person he knew before him again, and asked in a cold and hoarse voice: "...Where's Hengjian?"

"..."

Tan Fengyue finally lost all the strength in her body, she leaned back against the rock wall, "You..."

Not caring about his reaction at all, Qin Nianjiu's voice was weak and weak, and he paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about it, "Today... the first day of April, I promised him that I would accompany him down the mountain to get rid of evil spirits."

The muffled thunder rolling in the gaps of the clouds was accompanied by his faintly ethereal voice, as if the last straw had been dropped on his heart that could not bear the heavy pressure.

Once the emotions that have been suppressed for several months collapsed, Tan Fengyue pressed her back against the rock wall, unable to retreat, and could no longer maintain the calmness on the fragile surface like thin ice, and instantly melted into the wind and fled rolled out of the cave.

……

The torrential rain and the fiercer winds mixed everything into chaos, which was cut apart by thunder from time to time, and quickly closed again, making it difficult to separate the world from the earth.

The rain curtain opened like a curtain, and in the Xibei hut in the suburbs of Hongling, Wang Er hurriedly closed the doors and windows, while You behind him softly coaxed his daughter who was frightened by the thunder and burst into tears.

In Qinyuan Embroidery Workshop, Luo Qingyu put down the needle and thread in his hand, and held his cheeks to hear the rain, and the two half-embroidered swallows on the embroidery stretcher were about to fly away.

Next to Yanlu Lake, on Luoxia Mountain, a group of Yuyan disciples were busy copying their homework, and Fu Duanshui stood at the front with his hands behind his back. He was in a rare moment of ecstasy, turning his head to watch the rain.

Under the cover of the same rain and fog, the eunuch in the palace bowed and stepped into the imperial study with a cloak in his hands, and was about to put it on for Ji Zhuoran who was writing the memorial, but Ji Zhuoran waved his hand and stopped writing for himself. He looked at the rain curtain outside the window.

——Also in the imperial capital, pedestrians on the road covered the rain with their hands and scattered to avoid it. The entire streetscape was melted by the torrential rain, turning it into an ugly dark gray.

In the dark and gray eyes, there is an inconspicuous blue figure covered in heavy rain, which is out of place and penetrates the chaotic and running crowd, stumbling like a wandering ghost.

The wind and rain passed through his body, and his hair and clothes couldn't get wet, but he looked more embarrassed than everyone else, as if he was about to be crushed by the torrential rain.

The torrential rain was pouring like waves, tearing his heart to pieces, tearing him to pieces, talking about Fengyue aimlessly walking step by step, stepping through the wind and stepping in the rain.He didn't know why he would abandon that person, he ran away, and he didn't know why he came here, his pale as paper face was full of confusion, as if he was trapped in a deep swamp, struggling to move.

The sound of the rain breaking in my ear echoed repeatedly, the sentence that Sanjiu once asked: "If the ghost king comes back, but doesn't remember you and me, what should I do?..."

Just like at that time, there was only a blank in his heart, and he couldn't find an answer, and different from then, he couldn't laugh anymore, and couldn't calm down and cover up the question calmly.

Unable to bear the bursts of cracking pain in his heart, he stumbled, staggered slightly, almost fell to the ground, managed to stabilize his figure, and stared blankly at the street scene blurred by the rain on both sides.

...He came back here.

The streets are empty, there are no pedestrians, only the torrential rain is raging, just like his empty heart.

Step by step, he walked through the street that Tan Junying and Qin Nianjiu walked together in the previous life. A hundred years have passed, and the shops on the street have been replaced for several times.Step by step, he walked through the street that Tan Fengyue and Qin Nianjiu walked together in this life. The tea stall where Sanjiu and Sanjiu sat together was still there, and the tea on the stove was still hot, but Xiaoer had already left.

Slowly, helplessly, and involuntarily, he was driven by the powerless emptiness in his heart, step by step through the past life, step by step across the present life, and headed towards Tanfu.

The torrential rain became more violent, and the thunder became denser.

The rainwater slid down from the cornices like a waterfall, and the gate of the Tan Mansion was closed tightly, rattling by the strong wind.

Tan's family resigned early because of the state teacher and moved to another place. The whole mansion was empty, with nothing in it, and no one was there. Only one servant was left guarding him, leaning against the porch and taking a nap.

The sound of wind and rain did not disturb his sleep, but suddenly there was a loud noise that exploded nearby, startling him, turning his head sleepily, and looking through the rain curtain at the place that was blown open by the strong wind. the gate.

He didn't see an uninvited guest coming in the rain, and stepped directly across the threshold. He looked at the wide open heavy wooden door, and didn't intend to get up. He only yawned loudly, and then lazily closed his eyes again.

Tan Fengyue didn't look at the servant who was dodging, but brushed against him in a daze, and walked past him.

The pillars on the sides are made of high-quality mahogany, which has not rotted even after a hundred years, and the paint color is also new.

This plant, every tree, every brick and every tile, are all familiar to him... and they have all changed.

Only the water in the rain pool on the ground reflected the same face as before.

——In the past, in this life, he has never been a caring person.

Once upon a time, with loving parents, harmonious elder brother, and rich family background, Tan Junying, who doesn't know suffering and has a bad temper, has grown up.What is the world, common people, and great responsibilities?But just because his family wanted to frustrate his spirit, they sent him into the sect, hoping that he could learn to cultivate his character in a calm manner, even if it is difficult to achieve the Dao, he will be rich and worry-free all his life when he returns home.

What setback?After entering the sect, he was the only one with the highest talent, no matter how many sects he went to, some immortals accepted him as a closed disciple.And no matter how lazy he is, no matter how lazy he is, he will return home every year, and he will eventually be able to cultivate and ascend, leaving behind the aura and purple energy to shelter his family for generations to come.

What make friends?Most people in the sect are dedicated to the Tao, and they love merit and virtue. He has his own arrogance, and he always disdains to be friends with them, but he can also be exquisite in all aspects. Even Gong Buwang, who finds him an eyesore, can drink with him, When making a sword pendant for Guan Shizong, he did not forget to give him a pendant, in order to count him as a fellow.

——What kind of love is deep?

In the beginning, the young him just wanted to see if the same young man could laugh.

But how...

But why... everything changed.

The smiles and smiles that once sprinkled in this mansion are a thing of the past, gone with the wind.

Amidst the rain and waterfall, the aura of richness and aura surrounding the entire mansion is still there, but the ancestral hall that was originally filled with various tablets has been emptied, and the one engraved with Tan Junying's name is gone. There is only one side in the empty house An empty altar, and a heart full of emptiness.

The cold wind and rain penetrated through the window, and the chill invaded his body, but it couldn't freeze his hesitation in his heart.

In the last life and in this life, he once stood here side by side with Qin Nianjiu, lit incense sticks, and made an offering devoutly—in the previous life and this life, it was clearly the two of them, but it was not the two of them.

He Tan Fengyue tried his best to match him, and he wanted to get it back, not this Qin Nianjiu, but when Qin Nianjiu, the Immortal Guanshizun, came back, he was no longer Tan Junying——

It's as if the two of them, in the past and present, were always wrong and always missed.

And he...

What should I do...?

——Tell him about the past?

Everyone in Guanshizong died because of him, how could he bear to speak.

Then let "Tan Fengyue" get to know him again——

Then where should he go to find his "Qin Nianjiu"?

There are also Sanjiu, Gongbuwang, Hengjian, and...

The world is vast, Qin Nianjiu is in the world, he was thrown into the cave in the back mountain of Qingyuan - but he doesn't know where to find the ghost he thinks and loves;

The mountains and seas are high and far away, and the old friends and companions of the present are in the heart - but their souls have all been annihilated!

The sound of thunder knocked despair into his bone marrow.

In a daze, he looked at the wooden frame on which the tablets were originally placed, and trembled slightly. Finally, he was no longer able to overcome the confusion and worry in his head, and he knelt down fiercely on the ground like a trapped animal, utterly bewildered and helpless. The thread was also trembling, and he asked himself in a low voice: "...what should I...what should I do..."

No one answered him, only the thunder continued.

The rain was pouring down, and the damp rain poured into the empty cave. Qin Nianjiu was still standing quietly beside the pool of blood.

Tan Fengyue fled as if disappeared in front of him, he saw it in his eyes, but there was no doubt in his heart, only a terribly calm daze.

Don't ask where this is, don't ask why Tan Junying, who has already ascended, will appear, he just stands quietly with his hands down, as if there is a thick white fog blocking his thinking, preventing him from thinking too much.

——Left and right, he didn't bother to ask.

As if waking up from a long dream, outside the heavy white mist in the mind, there seemed to be shadowy shadows shaking.Vaguely, he felt vaguely that he seemed to have forgotten something important, but for some reason, he was unwilling to delve into it at all. He only relied on this inexplicable blankness that made him feel safe, and quietly listened to the words from outside. There was a deafening thunder.

Wind, rain, thunder...

If he lost ground, he curled his hand hanging by his side slightly, but the wind flowed through his fingers, making him grab nothing.

The hands are empty, and there is no black umbrella.