Bone

Chapter 78

Guan Shizong is just a little-known sect with only a few sect members, and the catalog is only a thin volume, which can be exhausted in a few pages.The content inside is also very thin, but there are a few brief sentences about the life and Taoism practiced by the people of each sect, and at the end it is still the same old tune: Qin Xianzun is about to complete his merits and virtues. Soaring by day.

It must have been a long time since anyone touched this booklet.The thin book in his hand was soaked by moisture so that the pages were brittle and yellow, and the ink was also old. When the last word came into his eyes, the smiling voice of the blue-clothed brother in Gong Buwang's dream seemed to echo into his ears again.

——"When our Hengjian cultivation is soaring, I have already thought about the title..."

Laughing words lingered in the ears, and the scene in the dream also appeared in front of my eyes.The midday sun was orange, and Gong Buwang, who was dressed in red, was laughing flamboyantly, while the senior brother in blue robes had a warm smile, and Heng Jian also laughed sullenly, which is the unique agility of a young man in Jinshi——

... But where did they get ascension?

One became Wujue, one was probably hiding in the palace to kill the emperor's heir, and the other became the zombie king——

Qin Nianjiu looked down at the thin list in his hand, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

... The way of heaven is running, and there is no leakage. He asked the Tianzun in the broken palace to borrow his name to use, but he happened to meet the broken way and Gong Buwang along the way... Could it be the retribution of God's will, and asked him to find out the same sect for the Tianzun? Death, in order to repay this debt of fame?

Tan Fengyue was shocked in his heart, and it was hard to say - the man in white who had known him when he was young, accompanied him, and gifted him with a silver fan, was actually the real Jiuling Tianzun? !

……

Their hearts collapsed like a mountain breaking and a tsunami, but Ye Jinzhu only thought that they were overwhelmed by the facts recorded in the list, and nodded the thin book triumphantly, "Well, let's just say so! "

Seeing clearly that the list did record in black and white that Qin Xianzun practiced the ruthless way, he was full of confidence when he refuted this evil cultivator, shaking his head and showing off: "It says in the book that the ruthless way is to cultivate a pure heart. Do not eat five grains, only drink snow and taste dew, have no emotions, no worries, no fear, no worries and no fears—”

"...Oh, um."

Qin Nianjiu's heart was still cracked, so he didn't have the heart to care about whether he was ruthless or not, so he forced a smile and nodded his head as if to be soft, then spread the thin booklet in front of him, and asked, "There's nothing wrong with it here." Write when and when they ascended?"

Thinking about it carefully, there seems to be no such record in the Jiuling Tianzun Palace...

"——Ah?" Ye Jinzhuzheng's words of showing off his knowledge stopped, and he leaned over to take a look. Sure enough, he didn't see the day of ascension of the Guanshizong people written on the thin booklet. He couldn't help scratching his head in confusion, and after a while Showing a hint of comprehension, he took it for granted: "Which cultivators usually ascended to the Tao, it was their own clan who recorded the date, and then reported it to our first sect, and we announced it to the world. There are only a few people in Guan Shizong. , and the whole sect ascended together, no one will know the exact day!"

Qin Nianjiu knew that this matter was definitely not that simple, but he couldn't speak out, so he could only respond with a stiff smile: "...I see."

Ye Jinzhuxin felt that his answer was impeccable, so that this person had nothing to say, he couldn't help but feel better, and even his tone relaxed a lot, "Why, are you interested in this sect?"

Qin Nianjiu gave a dry laugh, "No, after all, I'm lucky to have the same name as that Jiuling Tianzun..."

So some curiosity is also human nature.Ye Jinzhu made a clear "oh", turned around and moved the stack of books on the floor away to make room for himself to sit down, not forgetting to tease him, "Same name but different fate, He is the Righteous Heavenly Venerable, how could it be you—”

In the middle of speaking, he felt that it was not good to speak to his benefactor like this, so he coughed lightly, and stopped speaking with still insatiable meaning.

Yes, how can it be compared to him as an "evil cultivator".Qin Nianjiu guessed what he had said, but he didn't show any displeasure. He just nodded his head in approval: It's true that they have the same name but different fates—some disaster happened to the sect where the Jiuling Tianzun belonged, and the same sect died. Not to mention, he has become all kinds of ghosts... He doesn't want this "blessing" for him.

Tan Fengyue at the side had no time to listen to what they were talking about, just stared down at the directory, and read out the names of the various sects above in order, "Qin Feng, Xu Yanqing, Gong Buwang, Qin Nianjiu... Hengjian Since Qin Nianjiu is the Jiuling Tianzun—everyone said that Qin Tianzun was born with a fairy bone and spirit body, then this Qin Feng should be his master?..."

Based on this calculation, the row of "Xu Yanqing" in front of Gong Buwang should be the senior brother in blue.

He put his voice very softly, but he was talking to himself in a low voice, but Ye Yunting heard it, and thought he was asking a question, so he nodded in agreement, "It should be."

Hearing that he answered "should" uncertainly, Tan Fengyue paused for a while, then raised his eyes and looked over, "Why does it sound like you don't know much about this sect?"

There are both the ascension of the whole sect and the deeds of the immortal slaying all ghosts, so it should be widely spread.

Ye Yunting opened his mouth in embarrassment, and before he could answer, Ye Jinzhu interrupted loudly, "Of course, this happened many years ago, and no one usually mentions it. Zongmen."

To put it bluntly, whether it is Guanshizong's ascension, or Jiuling Tianzun who slays millions of ghosts, it is indeed too long ago, but it is like a legend that exists in the hearts of all sects, and everyone has only a vague idea. However, it is rare for anyone to bring up this matter and gossip about it in detail, so the younger generation like them really know very little about this sect.

"Except..." He frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly bumped his elbow at Ye Yunting, "Hey, did the elder mention it once in his lecture? Did he talk about...uh...where did it come from?"

Ye Yun stopped to think about it, and then took the words, "It's time to talk about the battle of Risheng Ghost Domain."

Tan Fengyue was slightly taken aback.

"Oh, yes!" Ye Jinzhu straightened up, unconsciously sat up a little more, "The elder mentioned that when he talked about the Qingjiao Risheng Ghost Domain, he said that the Guanshizong people also participated in the battle, and they contributed a lot. Qin Xianzun even beheaded the ghost king! It should be after that that Guan Shizong gained a little bit of fame—"

Tan Fengyue listened in a daze, and suddenly there was the sound of the qin in his ears. In the scene that he saw when he replenished his soul that day, he and the man in white who were playing the qin laughed and said: "I carried you all the way back from Risheng Ghost Land, And painstakingly healed your wounds, there is no credit but hard work—"

In a blink of an eye, the sound of the piano in his ears dissipated, and amidst the mess of books in the room, he murmured, "... Risheng Huangquan?"

"That's right, Risheng Ghost Realm." Ye Jinzhu didn't know his melancholy, but thought that he was short-sighted and hadn't even heard of "Risheng Ghost Realm", so he proudly put on a posture and imitated what the elder said. The content of the speech was repeated to him with embellishments.

It is still the rhetoric that has been chewed up by storytellers throughout the ages——

There is a ghost domain in the shade from the edge of the human world, and ghosts and monsters live everywhere in it. Even if the old cultivators set up an enchantment to seal it, there will often be vicious ghosts escaping from it, causing disasters to the world.Until nearly a hundred years ago, cracks appeared in the ancient enchantment, so that thousands of grieving ghosts appeared in the world, and thousands of cultivators in the world came out together, and they fought hard for dozens of days and nights before they were all wiped out——

"The scene at that time, tsk tsk, you don't know, all the cultivators pulled out their spirit swords, and the place where the sword tip pointed was a burst of blood mist, a scene of ghosts crying and wolves howling, the lingering sound lingered for days—"

Ye Yunting has always been diligent and diligent, and he has already memorized the beginning and end of this battle by heart, so he didn't pay attention to what he said, but just folded his arms and pondered intently; Tan and Qin had talked about this before, and it was meaningless to listen to it. Very new...Ye Jinzhu kept talking about himself with enthusiasm and high spirits, and when he talked about the place of forgetfulness, he raised his eyebrows and gestured happily, "The blood of the ghost splashed on his body was hotter than hot oil, sizzling la la la Yes, dye the silver sword into a red sword, dye the white clothes into red—”

... After all, he was a young man, and he couldn't hide his interest when he talked about the scene of bloody fighting. It was so vivid and nuanced that he was also there to witness it.Qin Nianjiu sneered inwardly, shook his head silently, and Tan Fengyue, who was not paying attention to the side, fell into a daze again.

——White clothes are stained with blood, so they become red clothes.

——"I carried you all the way back from Risheng Ghost Realm..."

In the false dream that he saw in the illusion earlier, he was carrying a person on his back, walking slowly as if the long road was endless, the world was hazy, only two red sleeves were hanging around his neck——

In the dream, he seemed to have spoken to that person in a brisk tone, but when he woke up, the dream fell apart, leaving nothing but emptiness.The voice, the picture, the weight he carried...all were scattered in his lost past.

... can no longer be pursued.

……

Ye Jinzhu's voice was passionate and spitting, Qin Nianjiu reluctantly accompanied him and listened patiently, while Ye Yunting frowned beside him in deep thought, no one noticed the bewilderment in his eyes.

Ye Jin spoke up to the point where he waved his fist in the air, "——At this time, the ghost king suddenly appeared and tore apart several clansmen in front of him with a whistling wind. Qin Xianzun jumped up and made two handle--"

"Ah!" Ye Yunting suddenly had a flash of light in his mind, and suddenly thumped his palm, "I remembered!"

"..." Ye Jinzhu was suddenly interrupted by him, his voice was choked back, and he forgot what he was talking about for a while, so he could only push him angrily, and said angrily, "What are you calling for?"

...I was really surprised.Ye Yunting rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, gave him an apologetic look, and said, "I just remembered that not only did the elder mention Guanshizong once when he was giving a lecture, but my father also talked about this sect when he was drunk. ..."

He looked at Tan Qin and the two, "Didn't you two ask about the sect who is good at making swords, and there is exactly one in Guan Shizong."

After what he said, Ye Jinzhu also vaguely remembered, "Oh! Yes! My father sighed at that time, saying that talent is hard to find. He has studied the method of making swords all his life, but in the end he can't compare with that person... I also want to say, my father's sword-making skills have reached the pinnacle, can anyone be more powerful than him?... Cough, what's the name of that man? Xu—"

He poked his head around the directory in Qin Nianjiu's hand, and fixed his eyes on the word "Xu Yanqing", "Is this Xu Yanqing, right?! The small sect, who is good at forging swords... all matched, what you are looking for But this is the person?"

Already gathering all the clues in his mind, Qin Nianjiu had long assumed that "Xu Yanqing" was the blue-clothed senior brother they wanted to investigate, but he couldn't explain it to them because he was afraid that it would involve some unreasonable things in the palace. In a half-spoken way: "The person we are looking for has not ascended... probably not."

"That's it..." Ye Jin couldn't help, Ye Jin couldn't hide his disappointment on his face, and said unrelentingly: "Maybe it's him, but you guys made a mistake?"

... He really hoped that he had made a mistake and that it was all just a misunderstanding.Qin Nianjiu shook his head, and diverted the topic away, "You just said that your father was also good at forging swords?"

Ye Jinzhu's temperament is pure if it sounds good, but stubborn when it sounds bad, and his thoughts are easily distracted. As expected, he didn't dwell on the last question any more. He nodded with pride, and said proudly: "That's right, the weapons used by our Yuyan Sect members are all made by his old man!"

"Oh?" Qin Nianjiu glanced at the sword on his waist curiously, "May I borrow your sword for you to take a look at?"

As soon as this remark came out, Ye Yunting was taken aback for a moment, and looked at him strangely, Tan Fengyue also seemed a little unexpected, turned his head and looked over, hesitated to speak, "You..."

It's no wonder they reacted so strongly. Those who hold swords and cultivate immortals, their long swords are like the bones of their hearts, and they made a contract with the soul. They must not be easily handed over by others. His question... is really frivolous and presumptuous .

It's just that Qin Nianjiu didn't have this concept in his mind at all. Ye Jinzhu acted carelessly, and was more willing to show off. He untied his saber without any hesitation, handed it to him, and said with enthusiasm: "Here, this Just open your eyes!"

The scabbard he took was engraved with unicorn dark patterns, and a few white jade in the shape of flowing clouds were embedded on the hilt. He raised his hand and drew out the long sword. There was a light spell on the sword body to destroy evil. Although the sword energy was cold, it was neither cold nor cold— —It is true that it is a superior spirit sword, but compared to the plum blossom sword in Gong Buwang's dream...it is more than eight or nine points worse.

They became more and more sure that the swordsmith their father was talking about was the elder brother in blue—Xu Yanqing, Qin Nianjiu politely praised "It really is a good sword", then returned the spirit sword, and his heart was at ease.

Anyway, no matter whether this "Xu Yanqing" is the weird national teacher that the prince said, he has to find out, and then he just needs to wait for the prince to arrange it, and then he will find out...

As soon as Ye Jinzhu took the sword back into his hand, he was about to indulge his addiction to storytelling again with the story of that day, when he saw Fu Duanshui push open the wooden door after escorting the prince back.

Fu Duanshui's expression was always indifferent, but when he saw the messy books and books in the room, he couldn't help but frowned slightly, "Why is it so messy?"

When the master came, Ye Jinzhu was like a mouse meeting a cat. He hurriedly stopped his lazy appearance, stood up and stood upright, "Brother."

Ye Yunting also lowered his eyes in a panic, and bowed to him, "Brother."

It was a calamity caused by myself, but it is not good for these two younger generations to suffer for it.Qin Nianjiu hurriedly said: "It was because I didn't notice for a moment that I knocked over the stack of books, that's why..."

Fu Duanshui couldn't be bothered to challenge the reinforcements he had invited, so he lightly pursed his thin lips, flicked his sleeves and performed a trick to temporarily pile up the books scattered on the ground, and then glanced at the list of Guan Shizong in Qin Nianjiu's hand, Asked faintly: "Have you two found the person you were looking for?"

After looking for it, I found it down, but I definitely couldn't tell him.Tan Fengyue has always been more capable of telling lies than Qin Nianjiu, so she also said calmly: "Your family has so many files, I'm afraid I'll be dizzy and unable to read them all, let's check them carefully and shrink them down. Go over the range again."

Fu Duanshui was reticent to begin with, so he didn't guess or ask more questions. He only nodded slightly, then turned to his two juniors, and said in a cold voice, "Here you go through all the files again."

...It took the two of them three full days before to sort out the files in this room by category!Ye Jinzhu glared at Qin Nianjiu without daring to speak out, and accepted the job bitterly.

Apologetically looking at the figures of the two little leaves busy inside the door, before returning to the room, Qin Nianjiu turned his eyes to Fu Duanshui who was standing by the door, and did not forget to ask him, "I don't know if Fu Xianyou and the crown prince... How did you meet?"

Fu Duanshui looked at the younger brother's case file without turning his eyes, and answered him very briefly, "It's a coincidence."

He said again: "You two don't need to be here to accompany you, you can go back to your room to rest first."

If you don't want to say it with a scoff in your heart, you don't want to say it, and you still drive people away, it's really boring.Qin Nianjiu and Tan Fengyue looked at each other, and left the small courtyard as promised.

There are so many flowers and plants in the garden, the two of them held umbrellas and waved fans, and walked slowly past the flowers and grass, both of them were very worried.

Po Dao, Gong Bu Wang, Guan Shizong, Xu Yanqing... and the real Jiuling Tianzun Qin Nianjiu——

And the sacrificial array of unknown origin...

Eyeballs, blood...

The piles of strange things encountered along the way seem to be inextricably linked, and they are intertwined in such a way that people can't tell the beginning from the end.

Qin Nianjiu's handsome brows were deeply locked, and his words were filled with melancholy, "If we can find out what happened back then, everything will be revealed. But you don't remember the past, Gong Buwang has amnesia, Po Dao is dead... And you can’t ask people from the sect—”

As he said that, he recalled the bewildered faces of the two little leaves just now, and he couldn't help but sighed again, "...I'm afraid that if I ask the people of the sect, I won't be able to find anything."

Tan Fengyue pondered, "There is one person who may know."

Qin Nianjiu looked at him hurriedly, "Who?"

Tan Fengyue put away the folding fan crisply, "National Teacher."

"If he really is that Xu Yanqing, Zhu Gong didn't pretend to be 'unconscious', and secretly helped her for nearly sixty years..." He stopped for a while, looked at the direction of the imperial city, "then he should be the only one still Remember everything."