Bone

Chapter 58

In summer, the sky always brightens earlier, and after Yinshi is halfway through, the morning fog in the sky has almost dispersed, revealing the clear blue background behind the clouds.

The morning light is soaked in color by the glazed windows, dripping colorfully in the house.Qin Nianjiu was originally a light sleeper, woken up by the colorful light shining on his face, he opened his eyes in bewilderment, and hung his eyes on the carved bed beams.

It has been a long time since he was reincarnated. During this period, all the strange things have been settled, and he returned to Qingyuan—although he still has no clue about the matter of the bones, it also gave him a strange birth. A sense of dust settling.

This sense of stability was so soothing, it made him half-close his eyes again in a daze, sinking into the soft quilt and slowly thinking about things in his mind.

... It is not accurate to say that he has no clue at all, but in fact there is still a little bit of it - at least he knows that he was a heinous cultivator who was surrounded and killed by sect members and who was not good at learning art, right?

Just don't think about it, but thinking about it will give you a headache... He slowly moved his hand out of the quilt and rubbed his forehead.With such a tiny bit of clues, how could he find the bones?It's not like the one who talks about love and moon, who usually doesn't worry about everything, even when encountering things that are directly related to him, he seems lazy. There are so many clues in front of him, what kind of silver fan, what kind of palace, what kind of sect ...but he has no intention of pursuing and exploring.

...It really is the death of drought and the death of waterlogging.

Thinking of the ancestor, Qin Nianjiu finally turned over and got up, and woke up with his forehead pressed.

When I returned last night, I saw that the lights in his room were turned off. He must have gone to sleep early, and I didn't hear any movement in his room at night. No need to take another day off...

After thinking about it for a while, when he regained his composure, he had finished washing and stood at the door of Tan Fengyue's room neatly dressed.

As careless and reckless as he is, it is rare for him to hold his breath and think about whether it is still early in the sky, whether he will rashly disturb the rest of the ancestor who is physically weak, and is hesitating whether to knock on the door to check him out, but the door suddenly opens. Inside was opened.

Tan Fengyue, who was also fully dressed, stood inside the door like a normal person, looked him up and down as if a little unexpectedly, "... Tianzun, this is, you want to come to me to be the door god?"

... The opening was a familiar sneer, and it seemed that he was recovering well.Qin Nianjiu rolled his eyes angrily, "I'm here to visit my ancestor!"

"Oh?" Tan Fengyue glanced at the wooden door opened by herself, "Stand outside to visit through the door?"

...It's ok, and I can still pick the thorns and bicker with myself, and I'm recovering well.Qin Nianjiu raised his eyebrows, "Why, the ancestor expects me to go in and find out?"

There were so many mistakes, and as soon as the words fell, the two of them simultaneously thought of the absurd rumors spoken by the dead souls, and fell into a strange silence.

Qin Nianjiu consciously made a slip of the tongue, coughed lightly in embarrassment, and brought the topic back to the topic, "So your body..."

Tan Fengyue walked away yesterday, just annoyed that the palace did not arrange it indiscriminately, and also wanted to go back to the room to mend the soul. She didn't care much about the content of the arrangement. Right now, she just finds it interesting to see this thin-skinned ghost. Seeing him again Thinking of himself like this, also felt a little heart-warming—it was better than the unknown person who had been disdainful to look back at him when he replenished his soul yesterday.Then he stopped bickering and nodded, "It's all over."

"That's good." Qin Nianjiu breathed a sigh of relief, patted him on the shoulder in relief, and stepped aside, as if inviting him to go with him, "—then go to work."

After all, they have nothing else to do right now, since they want to stay in Qingyuan for a while, they can't live there for nothing, can they?

Tan Fengyue suddenly felt cold, took a light breath, "..."

It was rare to be blocked by this ghost, so he glanced at Qin Nianjiu coolly, "...um."

Now all the ghosts have the seven emotions, thinking and acting are no different from ordinary people, it is not time to go to work, the street is already very lively, people exchanging greetings, chatting, getting up early to open shops... It can be said that Full of smoke.

The two strolled around the street leisurely, Qin Nianjiu wandered around, Tan Fengyue was shopping along the street, during the period, he received countless apologetic or strange looks, and when he walked to the edge of the city wall, Tan Fengyue was already holding A lot of food.

Following the scent, Qin Nianjiu took out a piece of pancake from the paper bag in his arms, bit into it, still remembering what he was doing when he woke up, so he poked him with his elbow while chewing, and said in a vague voice: "... Didn't you say that we can't find a solution for a while, so let's stay in this city for a while, until the fifteenth day of next month..." He swallowed the pancakes in his mouth with difficulty, "...then take Liuli When the chariots and horses come again, we will be able to find some more clues..."

In his mind, this ancestor's past is inextricably linked to that Gong Buwang, and Gong Buwang's death is also inextricably linked to the owner behind the chariot and horse. One point of clues can make one point clearer. If we go back like this, I believe that there will be a day when the clouds will be cleared——

He was thinking about Tan Fengyue wholeheartedly, but Tan Fengyue showed no interest at all, he only responded indifferently, then lowered his eyes and leaned against the tree, and drank the hot drink slowly and leisurely soy milk.

If he really wanted to retrieve his memory, he would probably only need to go through the formation a few more times, be hacked by the formation a few more times, try back and forth a few more times, and he would be able to remember a lot of things, but He just didn't want to do that.There is no other reason, one is that he does not want to suffer the pain in vain, and the other is - before seeing the picture of yesterday, he was only half interested in pursuing the past, but after seeing the picture of yesterday, There is no interest at all.

Leaving aside the "52 years ago" when he lost his memory and the time of Gong Buwang and Po Dao's death, maybe they are two different things at all, let's just say that the man in white who doesn't know who...

The grievances of breaking the law are related to the man in white. Gong Buwang woke up instantly when he saw the man in white in his dream. He was afraid that the strange incident back then would be inseparable from the man in white, but the man in white, whether it was Whether facing his own relatives and disciples, or facing him, a friend he has known since childhood, they all have an extremely indifferent appearance-if you want to come to the "friends" and "friends" in the picture, you will be very enthusiastic. The probability is just his wishful thinking—so indifferent, it is really hard for him to give birth to the idea of ​​tracing back for him what happened back then.

After all, it is still the same sentence: If it is not a blessing, why not forget it?

Being strict with others and lenient with self-discipline, he didn't care at all that he was also indifferent to people and things now. He just leaned against the tree and drank his soy milk leisurely.

"...Really, if it wasn't for Na Gongbu's amnesia, just look for clues from her." Qin Nianjiu didn't know what he was thinking, and ignored his indifference, and just insisted on finishing the last sentence. , then wiped off the crumbs on his hands, loosened his shoulders and neck, "—Okay, let's start!"

As soon as the voice fell, the morning bell at Mao Shi just rang.When he turned his head, he found that the ancestor who was leaning on the tree had shifted his position at some point, and just sat on the tree branch leisurely, and idly waved his silver fan, not only speechless for a while, "... "

... Since when did this patriarch Jing Ai run up the tree, and Bi Mawen showed his original shape?Qin Nianjiu flicked the azure robe hanging down to the side of his face, and looked up at him with a smile on his face, "This is the old ancestor, and you plan to miss work for another day?"

Although he can't understand this situation, he can learn it, no matter how bad it is, why not help him fan the wind beside him——

Tan Fengyue didn't answer, she just picked one out of the food she held in her arms and threw it to him, "Here, hush money."

...Do you think you are a three-year-old child!Qin Nianjiu subconsciously caught the things he threw, and was about to explode when he heard the patriarch calmly say: "Dragon beard candy. Didn't you say you haven't eaten it? Just now I saw a small shop making it, so I bought it." By the way, I asked them for a pack."

"...!" Qin Nianjiu, a three-year-old child, was immediately bribed, and bowed back holding the sugar bag, "Old Ancestor, rest well, I'll do the investigation by myself!"

Look, isn't this very coaxing, it's much better than the man in white who only treats him with a cold face... Tan Fengyue had an indistinct smile on her lips, she looked at the ghost and turned to check Formed a formation.

It was still a fine day with a clear day and a clear breeze, with a gust of wind blowing through the leaves.Qin Nianjiu inspected the city wall inch by inch, and gradually walked away, Tan Fengyue remained leaning on the tree where he was, soaked in the wind, lazily watching the sun move slowly through the gaps in the leaves. I was idling over this strange matter, but for some reason, my thoughts always went to the ghost.

That ghost, met him because of strange things, became attached to him because of strange things, walked with him because of strange things, and solved many other people's affairs along the way, but his own bones are still nowhere to be found... It's really good luck.I don't know when the ghost has returned to the bones and entered the cycle of reincarnation——

Thinking of this, he paused for a moment, lowered his eyes, and curled his fingers unconsciously.

Just like what Nagong Buwang said, he has already returned from his dead body...why must he enter reincarnation?

Like him, just focus on the present moment, and be at ease in this world, wouldn't it be fun.

Tan Fengyue looked at her empty palm, then at the silver fan held in the other hand, which should be given by the man in white. After a long while, she put the silver fan back into her sleeve and replaced it with a more Lean in a comfortable posture and look up at the sky leisurely.

The wind is clear and the clouds are light. The blue sky mixed with green leaves is reflected in the eyes. It is an ordinary scene.But when he saw this scene of green leaves mixed with clear sky, he suddenly lost his mind.

Xu Shi seldom sat on a tree before, Xu Shi didn't have the thought to look up at the clouds before, Xu Shi didn't pay attention to the so-called "beautiful scenery" around him at all, now looking up at this small scene, he just feels strange and strange. It seems familiar, like awakening a small piece of lost memory.

In that memory, there is also such a clear sky with green leaves, and a light layer of snow under the tree. Someone came silently on the snow and raised his head to call him who was sitting on the tree.

- "What are you doing sitting here?"

—— "Are you still sitting here?!"

Two voices from memory and reality resounded at the same time, one was blurred, the other was clear, the other was flat and smooth, and the other was fussy and fussy.

Qin Nianjiu stepped on the broken leaves under the tree, and looked up at him dissatisfied, "I've come back from a tour, and the sun is about to set in the west—why, ancestor, you settled down on the tree?"

Tan Fengyue stabilized her mind, lowered her eyes to meet his four eyes, "Have you eaten all the candy? How does it taste?"

Hearing his question, Qin Nianjiu subconsciously grinned and answered "Yes, it's delicious!" Then he realized that he was still dissatisfied, so he quickly suppressed the smile on his face and gave him a look, "No, it's delicious!" Ever since you came to Qingyuan, you haven't been working seriously for a day—”

Tan Fengyue was amused by his instant face-changing kung fu and slightly twitched her lips, innocently said: "I don't know how to..."

"Hey," Qin Nianjiu interrupted him when he finished eating, "Don't use your ignorance as a barrier, you know how to make glass, make clothes, farm... you know how to cook, right? You Didn’t it mean that your home cooking is delicious, could it be that you are not talking about yourself?”

Tan Fengyue really doesn't know how to cook. At the Hongling Inn, she just bluffed Naye every sentence, and said helplessly, "You will believe me when I say it?"

He waved his silver fan leisurely, staring at the ghosts under the tree like a fool, "This formation itself is firmly established, and the spiritual formation at the back mountain is always maintaining it, so there is no need for you and me." Daily inspections? You have been inspecting for so many days, have you found any loopholes? Obviously not. Isn't that just doing your best for nothing."

Qin Nianjiu: "..." When did this patriarch become so talkative?

He resentfully kicked the trunk of the tree he was sitting on, causing the green leaves to fall, "That can't be—uh."

Tan Fengyue heard that his voice stopped, and he thought he had nothing to refute, and pretended to be puzzled: "Why?"

Qin Nianjiu didn't look at him, but only looked at Gong Buwang who was standing behind the tree at some time, raised the corner of his mouth stiffly, and said stiffly: "Ah, the city lord, are you here? Are you here for inspection? How long have you been here? Keep silent, cough..."

Gong Buwang completely ignored him, just raised his eyebrows and brushed off the leaves that fell on his shoulders, then turned to look at the person sitting on the tree, with the same expression of wanting to smile, "Since I came here Qingyuan, have you ever been to work seriously?"

Oh shit.Qin Nianjiu gloated and turned to look at the ancestor, thinking to himself, I can't cure you, someone will come to cure you.

only……

Yuan was fully expecting that Gong Bu would say something to beat the old ancestor, but after she finished speaking, she had nothing to say, she just flicked her red sleeves, turned and left.

Qin Nianjiu who was waiting and watching: "..."

Staring dumbfounded at the red shadow gradually going away, Qin Nianjiu's resentment escalated into anger in an instant: a city lord, the city's citizens are so passive and sabotage, there is no reason for it! ?Why, is it so great to have "the frontier is not over"?Are you still covering up?

Seeing that Gong Buwang didn't say anything, Tan Fengyue was obviously in a great mood, and raised his eyes to look at the sky, counted his fingers, and then waved to Qin Nianjiu, "There is still an hour and a half to get off work, Tianzun, let's go on. "

Qin Nianjiu: "..."

After such a small episode, when they returned home from work, the mood of the two of them clearly split into two extremes.Seeing that the ghost was deflated, Tan Fengyue took it for granted that he was the one with a light heart, so he almost hummed a ditty.Qin Nianjiu, on the other hand, didn't want to look at him, he just walked quickly towards his hut, and slammed the door when he closed it.

Tan Fengyue followed behind him, seeing his attitude, she just thought it was funny, she shook her head amusedly, then turned and went into her room.

—and then backed straight out of the room.

Qin Nianjiu didn't know what happened next door, and as soon as he returned to the room, he fell on the bed angrily, gritted his teeth, and beat the pillow as if it was a romantic relationship.

Just in the middle of the beating, there were two knocks on the door, and he turned his head and shouted out of the door angrily, "Who is it?!"

He responded with two more bangs, not like tapping with fingers, but kicking with toes, and seemed a little impatient.

Such a disrespectful act, can't it be the ancestor?Fearing that something happened in the city, Qin Nianjiu quickly let go of the anger in his heart, got up from the bed in a hurry, and rushed to open the door.

As soon as the wooden door opened, I saw that the ancestor was holding a whole bed of pillows and bedding that was almost higher than others, and met his gaze expressionlessly.

Tan Fengyue looked at the ghost in front of her, seemed a little stiff and annoyed, and explained plainly: "Gong Buwang confiscated my house."