Bone

Chapter 128

The rain that accumulated a few days ago was dried by the last ray of evening wind, and the deep dark blue that wrapped the earth gradually faded, and was also washed into light blue by this evening wind.

At the tip, some birds raised their necks one after another, fluttering their wings wet with morning dew.

Before the first bird song sounded, Qin Nianjiu woke up from a light sleep and opened his eyes Youyou.

Inertly, he put on his clothes and stood up, looking out of the window through the gauze curtain——

The disciples of the Zongmen get up at five o'clock at Yinshi, go to class early at Maoshi, and don't rest until noon.

Usually when he wakes up, he will sit quietly for a while to refresh himself.At this time, you can hear the senior brother practicing sword outside the window, trying to break through the wind with every move.After a while, there was the sound of Heng Jian's hasty footsteps, he heard him respectfully greet the uncle with a little tiredness, and the two of them joked with each other and knocked on the door to wake up the sleepy senior sister...

It's been like this for nearly a hundred years.

But right now, Qin Nianjiu sat quietly for a while, but there was no sound outside the window, only the gentle breeze and a few short birdsong.

——"Master!"

Heng Jian's youthful voice sounded in his head, not in his ears.

He stood up habitually and pushed open the door.

There is a heavy red curtain outside the door, flying with the wind, and the shadow of the veil is swaying, there is no young man who will look up at him with a smile, only the boundless and thin morning light.

For some reason, his heart also seemed to be empty, as if he was escaping from something unconsciously, he didn't want to find out why, he just stared blankly at the red mantle flying in front of him.

The red mantle is light and soft, fluttering with the wind, and it is so dazzling that it can catch his eyes, but it can't get rid of the thick white mist in his heart.

With red shadows in his eyes, he was a little dazed, as if he had once sat in a room full of red silk with Tan Junying, and beside him was a woman in red who was whispering something, as if some spells...

As soon as the picture flashed in his mind, his chest suddenly heaved, and his heart sank rapidly as if out of control. He was about to fall into a severe pain deep in his heart that frightened him and he didn't want to touch—he suffocated his breath, He subconsciously ordered himself to stop his thoughts, and his legs seemed to be fleeing as he passed through layers of curtains and walked out.

That day, there was a rush of rain, and it rained in a hurry.Tan Junying fled away in a hurry, and came back in the rain after a long time. He didn't say anything else, only intentionally or unintentionally avoiding his sight, and placed him in this high pavilion.

—He said he lived nearby.

Since it is nearby, I think... it should be not far from the bedroom where he temporarily lives.But now, he walked slowly along the corridor, through the window and glanced through the bright and clean, neatly furnished compartments. As expected, there were only red curtains in the whole high pavilion, and there was no one else except him.

Tan Junying should have gone out.

Qin Nianjiu's pace gradually slowed down, he pursed his lips unconsciously, "..."

On the same day, Tan Junying did not explain to him in detail, but only said that he had important business to do, so it was difficult for him to stay in the city all the time, and then he left early and returned late every day, and it was difficult to see others for three to five days in a row.

Although he didn't care much, he couldn't help but feel——

What do you think?

Stopped asking himself, he was inexplicably startled, and stopped in his tracks.

A morning breeze blew slowly, gently brushing his drooping hair.

It has been three years since he and Tan Junying saw each other since that distant day when they got together in Cangcang.According to what Tan Junying said that day, now he no longer needs to shoulder the shackles of the ruthless Dao, and he can be emotional, so when we meet again after a long absence, should he be like ordinary people... feel happy?

But also for some unknown reason, there was nothing but a sense of depression in his heart, and he was unwilling to ask why Tan Junying, who had already ascended, would reappear, as if he had subconsciously branded a restriction on himself, telling himself sharply: A question that cannot be delved into.

So he just stood there for a while.

The huge high pavilion is so empty that echoes can be heard, the porch pillars are red, and the red curtains are heavy, only he in white clothes stands alone in it, like a pale and withered bone wrapped in a colorful dress, the morning dew and the morning light cannot reflect it. into his eyes.

Vaguely, he could sense that many things had changed.

According to the stars and the moon, you can calculate what night it is today. ——It was not the year of Wuhai, the day when he woke up, nor was it the first day of April.

Looking at the distant sun, you can calculate where you are. ——This place is not Jucang, but the source of Qingjiang River.

The twin swords could not be transformed, there was no trace of Guan Shizong, and there was no longer a blue shadow following him all the time.

The world was vast, as if overnight, he fell into a dream, took a nap, and when he opened his eyes again, he was left alone.

——But he is persistent and stubborn, unwilling to ask himself "why".

For a long time, he was only used to obeying the orders of his master, so that now he is only habitually acting according to the past.It seems that there is no need for sleep anymore, but when night falls, you still want to fall into a light sleep, obviously you can be emotional, but you don't know how to be emotional.

Besides, he didn't even know what he could do, what he should do.

It would be great if you could ask someone.

Master...

As soon as he thought about it, a sycamore tree suddenly appeared in his mind, with luxuriant leaves and branches, which seemed to be able to cover the sun, but before he could see it clearly, it disappeared in the thick fog in the blink of an eye, forcing him to shift his thoughts to other places.

That's right, Tan Junying said before leaving that day that he can walk around as he pleases.

After calming down for a while, he turned his eyes slightly, and looked at the broken wall and ruins hidden by the greenery under the high pavilion.

Stepping down from the middle of the mountain, the scenery on both sides of the stone steps is so strange, the broken bricks and gravel are slowly spreading in front of the eyes, and the broken glass is facing the morning light, like the morning glow falling from the sky, and the broken pieces are colorful.

Qin Nianjiu stepped on the morning light, walked slowly, glanced left and right at sections of collapsed brick walls, and could vaguely recognize that it was a house or a workshop...

There are deep sword marks on the walls and trees, and there are still a few broken talismans in the mud whose colors have not faded. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of tragic scene has been staged in this city.

Just seeing it in the eyes, but can't touch him even a little.

He just walks slowly and aimlessly.

On the side of the hand, the ruins of a workshop seemed to have been repaired a little bit, but for some reason, only half of the repairs were made, and then the work stopped, leaving half a mess.

Unexpectedly, he stopped for no reason, stopped beside the half-built brick wall with a missing corner, lowered his eyes for a long time, and then looked away.

Looking forward along this place, you can see traces of repairs along the road, scattered here and there.It's just that the man who repaired it must be quite short in stature and lack of strength. Wherever he looked, the brick walls, wooden beams, and window frames were only repaired to half a person's height, and the heavier objects did not move...

Looking at the traces of repairing, there seems to be a small courtyard at the end.

Without thinking too much, he half-bowed and picked up a piece of red brick, and filled up the missing corner of the brick wall in front of him, and stood still for a while before walking towards the courtyard by mistake.

It is quite out of tune with the ruins of the city. The courtyard in front of you is extremely neat and tidy. The inside and outside of the courtyard can be regarded as spotless. The half-closed casement is blown by the breeze, and you can see a cup of cold tea on the table inside the house. .

... It's no wonder that there is no trace of someone staying in the high pavilion. It turns out that Tan Junying lived here recently.

Never trespassing into other people's residences without permission, Qin Nianjiu stopped when he reached the window, but looked into the window uncontrollably.

Just like in his memory, Tan Junying is used to being clean, and all the furnishings in the house are clean, elegant and orderly.Also different from what he remembered, a desk next to the window was full of ancient books, either stacked crookedly or spread out in a mess, with several plain texts with messy ink stains on the side, and behind the stacks of books , Between the sheets of paper, there is a somewhat familiar silver light half-hidden——

Although the texture is the same, it is not the silver spiritual fan that he personally forged and gifted to him, but a silver smoke rod, as if it was deliberately covered with paper, so as not to touch it.

But after all, it was made by Ye Yin, and its spiritual energy was self-contained. Even if it was covered by Zhang Suxuan, it could not hide its cold light.

... He remembered that this was the favorite of the senior sister.

Looking at the silver light that is difficult to ignore, a trance flashed across Qin Nianjiu's eyes, and a few frames seemed to flash in front of his eyes in the blur, and then they melted into the white mist in his brain as if he was afraid of avoiding it, leaving in vain It was blank, but it made him unable to move.

The whiteness in his mind struggled for a while, and then returned to calm again for a while, which made him feel at ease.

The wind passed through the forest, caressed the ends of his hair, and messed up his long hair a little, but he stared at the silver color without knowing it, and stood quietly as if in a trance.

As if it had been a long time, and it seemed only a moment later, there was a sudden movement of the wind behind him.

Catching the sudden change of breath behind him, he turned slightly and looked back——

It turned out that Tan Jun was welcome back.

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Talking about Fengyue's busy night, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, she finally returned to Qingyuan at sunrise. She only hoped to escape the hustle and bustle for a while, but she didn't want to bump into that person standing in front of her house, looking at the handle through the window. The tobacco rod is in a daze.

Although the dust has settled, it is still a mess of chess to face.Seeing this scene at the first glance, before he could even react, the cracked pain in his heart that couldn't be calmed down was revived first, which pierced his throat so hard that he couldn't speak for a while.

But Qin Nianjiu turned around as if feeling something, and met his bewildered gaze.

The two pairs of golden pupils faced each other, and the wind was silent.

He didn't ask him why he came back so early today, but facing him like this, Tan Fengyue herself was inexplicably nervous, and her clever tongue turned into a clumsy tongue, she laughed dryly twice, finally found her own voice, Self-Gu explained: "Today's matter...uh, it's easier to solve. It was cleaned up in two or three strokes, so..."

Qin Nianjiu could see that he was still carrying some damp and cold air from the night, knowing that he hadn't returned all night, so he didn't ask any further questions, and only asked calmly: "Is it caused by Ye Shura?"

Tan Fengyue was slightly taken aback, not knowing how he could tell, "Yes. It's not difficult."

Seeing his question, Qin Nianjiu explained it plainly, "Your sleeve is stained with blood."

A dark brown and purple blood stain was stained on his sleeve, which was inconspicuous.Usually when the two of them came back from eliminating evil spirits, he would always be like this, often ignoring the blood stains on his body, and incurring a reprimand from his master, Immortal Moon Yin...

So habitually, he took a step forward, and as usual, naturally pinched out a Shangqing formula, wiping away the little bit of residual blood for him.

The distance between the two suddenly narrowed, Tan Fengyue saw the unwavering indifference on his face, her heart was empty, she involuntarily took half a step back, and pulled her sleeves away.

The distance further away again, both of them were startled.

Tan Fengyue realized that this move was inappropriate almost immediately, so she could only make up for it by adding: "...Ye Shura's blood is poisonous, so be careful."

Suddenly being dodged by him, Qin Nianjiu's hands were empty, and he couldn't help but pause. He raised his eyes after a half beat, and looked at Tan Junying, who seemed to have become a little weird in front of him. Something is wrong.

...Tan Jun greeted him, as if his temper had changed a lot.

I don't know when he became so cherishing words like gold, no longer wanting to chatter in his ears when he has nothing to say, he looked at Tan Junying's shallow golden pupils, and gradually felt puzzled in his heart Emotions seem to be as foreign as the person in front of him.

It's just that although he was puzzled, he didn't say anything, but he slightly pursed his lips and withdrew his hand.

The air became silent again.

The wind blows the forest leaves, rustling, like mocking, laughing, this scene is absurd, obviously the person in front of you is close at hand, but the heart seems to be separated by thousands of miles, the two people look at each other, as if they are looking at each other's eyes Looking for another person.

After all, a few days have passed, and Tan Fengyue is no longer as broken as that day and uncontrollable. Although her heart is still dull and painful like a knife, she has found the calmness she is used to.

Even though he still didn't know how to face the Qin Nianjiu whose memory was still stuck in the past, seeing him standing in front of him so quietly, he was reluctant to leave him alone, so he reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth and tried to find To break the inexplicable stalemate: "You... why don't you go out for a walk by yourself. Don't you find it boring to stay in this dry city all day long?"

Hearing that he was really looking for something to say as usual, as if he had finally found something familiar to him in the past few days, Qin Nianjiu felt relieved for a moment, unconsciously relaxed a little, and answered him lightly: "I don't feel bored. "

As it should be, he said: "I will be able to kill a million ghosts in one day, and I am not allowed to go out in accordance with Master's order."

"..."

Listening to his plain words, but every word seems to be able to gouge the heart, the bitter taste climbed from the bottom of my heart to the root of the tongue in an instant, Tan Fengyue really regretted asking this question, she turned her head away unbearably, but still reluctantly curled the corner of her mouth, Patiently explained to him: "...I told you that day that today is not what it used to be. Now you are no different from the gods. You are no longer restricted by the curse, and you can come and go freely, kill ghosts and get rid of evil spirits. Besides ..."

His voice was a little stagnant, and he said with some difficulty: "This is not Jucang either."

...why?

Today is not what it used to be, why did the past become the present?How did he cultivate the fairy lattice?This place is not Jucang, where is it?Also, Jucang——

Qin Nianjiu looked at his slightly lowered eyes, and a lot of questions flooded into his mind in an instant, and they were all gathered up by the thick white mist in an instant, leaving nothing but silence.

So in the end he could only pause slightly, and replied softly: "Yes."

A simple word made Tan Fengyue at a loss for words again.

I can't see his extremely cold and indifferent appearance, but he is an old man who fell asleep 67 years ago, and suddenly woke up in the present-what can he care about with him.

Even if there are thousands of words stuck in the throat, they can only be turned into a muffled sigh.

You can't just stand there like this and continue to grind endlessly... Tan Fengyue pressed her forehead, and did not invite him to sit in the room, but tried to ask: "Do you want to walk around?"

Not knowing why Tan Junying became so polite and alienated, Qin Nianjiu looked at him and didn't answer for a while.

He couldn't tell whether he was chasing a guest, inviting him, or something else.I don't even know if he... is going to leave again, rushing somewhere.

Just as he was hesitating whether to ask him clearly, Qin Nianjiu moved his thin lips slightly, but before he could make a sound, Tan Junying added cautiously, as if he was afraid of offending him: "—I'm coming too."

He spoke with great uncertainty, and the ending sound was as soft as a question, almost as if he was pleading.

What are you begging for?Tell him not to reject him?

But he has always loved to be by his side, his words and deeds are free and easy, and he never cares about what others think or say.

Never ask that.

"..."

Feeling that the person in front of him looked more and more unfamiliar, Qin Nianjiu curled his five fingers hanging in his sleeves slightly at a loss, and nodded, "Okay."

The morning light is getting stronger and the breeze is warm.

Although it was Tan Fengyue's initiative to "walk around", but his heart was in a state of confusion, and he had no idea where to take Qin Xianzun beside him.To Qinyuan - the hustle and bustle of the city.Going to the remnant city of Qingyuan—too embarrassing.Everywhere in the world—all sad again.

As if being restrained everywhere, he had no choice but to lead Qin Nianjiu a little bit, and lead him up another mountain path, step by step, to see the rushing Qingjiang River and the surging water.

It's just... just a matter of habit.Walking on the mountain road, without much thought, he used the wind to push away the thin branches on both sides of the road, swept away the gravel on the ground, and then turned around naturally, as he had done countless times before. That way, wanting to grab Qin Nianjiu's wrist——

But just as he stretched out his hand, he realized that this Qin Nianjiu was not that ghost, but Qin Tianzun.

So he could only turn a corner abruptly, and flicked Qin Nianjiu's sleeve.

I have never seen Tan Junying act so intimately and transgressively towards him, Qin Nianjiu looked at him inexplicably, "Why?"

Feeling bored and annoyed, Tan Fengyue touched the tip of her nose, and used a joke to cover up her gaffe: "Ha. Get a touch of spiritual energy."

"..." Qin Nianjiu was even more baffled, but he didn't know what the problem was, but seeing what he said, he turned his back in a hurry, walked a few steps quickly, and had no choice but to follow up.

In the forest, birdsong is crisp.

On the mountainside, there is an open land.

Qin Nianjiu followed Tan Junying and stood on the edge, looking down, he could see the sunlight and river scenery, the water filled with skylight, and the pulse was flowing away, it was beautiful.

Yoyo, a yellow leaf swayed down from the tree beside her.

The two of them either have a deep memory or unconsciously avoid it. One has sorrow, pain, and joy. The extraordinarily long summer that they spent together has finally passed.

Looking at the blue-colored river islands and the slow flow of the river, Qin Nianjiu lowered his eyes slightly, as if there was a faint smell of wine coming from him, pushing away the layers of fog in his mind.

It seems that he was in an ordinary city with someone, sitting on the roof, drinking and talking.It should be night, because there is wind, moon, and stars in the picture, and far away, there is also such a flowing river.

For some reason, this scene did not "pain".So he was in a daze, letting the fragmented picture stay in his mind for a while longer.

He looked at the river quietly like this, and Tan Fengyue also quietly leaned against the tree.It's just that he didn't look at the scenery, but at the person admiring the scenery.

Eyebrows like ink stains, eyes like shining stars - it is his familiar face that seems to have been imprinted in his soul.

Recently, he has been running around day after day, getting rid of evil spirits everywhere, not physically tired, but mentally tired.Hearing the continuous flow of the river and the sound of the torrent hitting the rocks dragged his thoughts even more, but he was fascinated by the profile of the man, and even the frequency of blinking was extremely slow.

Just because everything in the past reminds him like a cone of heart: every time he closes his eyes, every time he turns around, when he wakes up and looks back again, nothing good will happen.

Sensing his gaze, Qin Nianjiu turned his head, and saw through the deep tiredness in his eyes that couldn't be put away in time and couldn't go away.

...Since you are tired, why do you want to "walk around" with him?

The puzzlement in his heart was also deep, he frowned slightly, looked at Tan Junying and said: "Since you are tired, go back and rest."

He spoke flatly, almost as an order, without caring, but seeing him frown, Tan Fengyue's pair of golden pupils lit up instantly, as if extremely happy, "You..."

I don't understand why Tan Junying's reaction was so weird, and I thought he was just like his master Qin Feng, and didn't like to see him show his "love" when he was young. He repeated it calmly: "If you are tired, go back to your room and rest."

"..." Seeing that he had returned to that careless look in an instant, the corners of Tan Fengyue's lips that had just been raised a little bit were put down stiffly, and she gave a low laugh.

He seemed extremely tired, very tired, and seemed to be trying his best to pretend to be "Tan Junying", jokingly said to him: "If I close my eyes and take a rest, when I open my eyes, the immortal is gone again... ...that's all right."

Qin Nianjiu was speechless for a moment.

I also don't understand why, Tan Junying's transformation, Tan Junying's words, Tan Junying's calling "Xianzun" all made him depressed for no reason-and he couldn't understand this depression at all Where did the anger come from.

Constrained by incomprehensible emotions, he didn't frown, but just looked at Tan Junying and said, "It's you, not me, who is busy in the city these days."

The tone of his speech was very cold, a kind of indifference without ups and downs, as if he was just telling a fact, not complaining about something.

Tan Fengyue was startled when she heard the words.

He seemed to be able to vaguely sense that Qin Nianjiu was angry, but when he looked carefully, he couldn't find any clues from his indifferent expression, as if it was just an illusion born of his carelessness.

So he had to force a smile and said, "Even if people are not there, there is still wind."

Qin Nianjiu was also startled when he heard the words.

He remembered that although he hadn't seen Tan Junying much in the past few days, the wind would always blow up in the evening, knocking on his window sill lightly.

The gloom in my heart disappeared, and what was replaced was a pale, dazed, powerless feeling of not knowing how to get along with this Tan Junying.

Feeling powerless and helpless, he could only try hard to remember how his past self got along with Tan Junying.

It seems that he has always acted on his own, never needing to explain too much, Tan Junying will follow him...

But now, everything has changed.He looked at Tan Junying in front of him, and moved his lips slightly, trying to explain to him what was in his head - but he didn't know how to speak.

The two pairs of golden pupils often face each other, as if they are always speechless.

Can only be speechless.

Never before, could he feel quiet and noisy like this, Qin Nianjiu looked into Tan Junying's eyes, couldn't hold back any longer, suddenly took a step forward, put one hand on his shoulder, and suddenly waved his wide sleeve with the other. open--

As he flicked his sleeves, the surrounding scenery instantly blurred and faded away, and the lush green lawn he stepped on turned into stone slabs.

Tan Fengyue only blinked, and found that the two of them had returned to that small courtyard, his room.

Qin Nianjiu didn't wait for his reaction, and lowered his raised hand suddenly, as if the curtain suddenly fell, the clear sky outside the window suddenly darkened, and the stars fell down.

In the darkness of night, he looked at Tan Junying who was a little dazed in front of him, and patiently repeated the words he said by the river for the third time: "Since you are tired, let's rest."

I don't know why he acted like this suddenly, Tan Fengyue looked back at him completely at a loss, trying to explain: "I..."

Qin Nianjiu didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he just raised his hand to touch the center of his brow, and then sealed his five senses with his spiritual power, forcing him to fall on the soft couch behind him, and fell into a deep sleep helplessly.

Outside the window, the fabricated night is so realistic, with the wind and the moon, but it only covers this damaged small city, reflecting the two of them.

Looking at the cold and white full moon that he had transformed out of thin air, and then turned his eyes to look at the person sleeping on the soft couch, Qin Nianjiu pursed his lips, turned around and sat down at the table, smelling those faint traces again in a daze. The smell of wine seems to be gone, and I saw the river flowing down that night from afar.

Quietly, he lowered his eyes slightly, and tried to speak in a low voice: "I..."

As if he wanted to answer Jun Ying's question "What should I do if I don't see the immortal god when I open my eyes", he was rather blunt, and then explained why he stayed here and here in the room.

"...I have nowhere else to go."

He said so.