little spicy jiao

The night fell, the evening wind blew over the mountain tops, and the stars twinkled in the deep blue sky.

Silently thinking about the edge of the cliff, occasionally the faint sound of insects sounded.

Suddenly, two bright white lights flashed across the sky, and in the blink of an eye, a man and a woman stopped in the air with their swords one after another. When they saw a black shadow curled up under the big tree, they jumped off the flying sword one after another. down.

The tall and thin young man came to the bottom of the tree first, knelt down to help the crooked black shadow up, and at the same time put a small magic spell in his hands, and the surrounding area lit up.

However, when the woman who was a step behind saw Hei Ying's face, she let out a soft cry, rushed towards him, grabbed him into her arms, and called anxiously, "Yungao! Yungao! Wake up!"

"Hongyan, don't worry." The young man raised his head, and it was Shen Siyuan, the master of Shenyi Sect. He immediately took out a medicine bottle, squeezed open the young man's mouth in the female fairy's arms, poured the elixir into it, and took out another It is only an irregularly shaped hexagram plate, and the formula is silently recited three times.

After a while, the hexagram plate slowly floated up, emitting a faint blue light, circled around the young man twice and a half times, stopped precisely, and returned to the young man's hand.

Shen Siyuan held the hexagram plate and inspected it for a while, then Fang said: "There is only one soul left, the child from Fenxianggu is gone. Yun Gao is fine."

"That's good." Fairy Hongyan heaved a sigh of relief, with tears in her eyes, but still said with a smile: "Let's send the cloud cake to Siguoya's attic."

"Not bringing back Ling Xuefeng?" Shen Siyuan asked in surprise.

"No." Fairy Hongyan sighed softly, "Yun Gao's heart demon has already been born, even if I take him back, it won't help. Yun Gao has the important task of revitalizing the demon clan, and Senhu escaped the catastrophe for him. Jiao is responsible for it alone, which is a violation of cause and effect. Now that the deal is done, I have no other ideas except to teach him to be kind."

"Alright." Shen Siyuan stretched out his hand to help the young man up, offered an unusually exquisite flying carriage, carried the young man in, turned around and came out, and said, "You can take this mount and take him back, and the rest Leave it to me to handle."

Hongyan nodded lightly, got into the carriage, but turned around to look at the young man standing on the ground, and asked, "What is Master Shen planning to do?"

"What else?" Shen Siyuan raised his finger to the surface of the guide, "The Tianyan Sword Sect's burial in Sword Valley is the best place for that child. Since he was once a disciple of the Tianyan Sword Sect, it is not an exaggeration to be buried here , can't go back and let that old hag Fenyou save him?"

"That's true. Then I'll take a step first." Hongyan turned her head, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and drove away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the fairy left, an old figure appeared behind the tree.

Shen Siyuan looked back and wondered: "Since the suzerain has already come, why didn't he come out?"

The old ancestor Hongyu didn't talk, instead he stroked his beard and asked: "Master Shen just came into contact with Yungao just now, did he get a glimpse of the secret? The dream-eating beast raised by the old Taoist has become more and more restless recently, and the Tonggu mirror is also at Haishi every day." It will automatically and spontaneously reveal...the whole picture of Hidden God Valley in the past, this is not a good omen."

"The wind and rain are coming, so what can the sect master do?" Shen Siyuan raised his hand to his lips and whistled, and suddenly a huge eagle flew from the sky. He jumped on the eagle's back and looked at the same sacrifice. Ancestor Hong Yu, who was on a gourd-shaped mount, did not change his expression: "If my divination has not been wrong, this change should come from within the demon clan."

"How do you say that?" Ancestor Hongyu looked serious.

Shen Siyuan raised his hand to strengthen the barrier between the two of them again, and lazily said: "Shentuzi's intelligence is gradually improving, and the awakened talent is also becoming stronger, and the monster race is no longer what it used to be. That kind of hope is slim, and this Mo Jiaojiao keeps talking about the word Guzhu all day long, so they can't wait to respond."

"This..." Hong Yu was startled when he heard the words, his face changed unsteadily, his throat was hard for a while, and he could hardly speak. He was silent for a while, Fang calmed down a little, and asked: "What Master Shen said, if I hadn't heard it Wrong, it doesn't mean the monster race that was originally stranded in front of the mainland?"

"Exactly. This matter is also beyond my expectation." Shen Siyuan smiled wryly, "The owner of the Yinshen Valley has never mentioned this matter to me. I didn't expect him to have a new trick after falling for so long. The old man is really speechless, thanks to the fact that he is not Shentuzi's enemy."

"However, Uncle Chong Rong guessed that they had already returned to the opposite side of the mainland, how could it be possible to appear on the front side of the mainland?" Patriarch Hongyu was puzzled.

"The secret technique of the monster race is weird, it's hard to say." Shen Siyuan didn't want to mention it.

Ancestor Hongyu also knew what a terrible curse it was for the young man in front of him to spy on the secrets of heaven, so he couldn't bear to continue to aggravate the young man's condition, so he stopped talking.

After a stick of incense, the two arrived at the Burial Sword Valley in the south of Tianyan Sword Sect.

Patriarch Hongyu accelerated his speed and led Shen Siyuan to a flower field in the east of the valley, and then lowered his flying sword in the center of the flower field, saying: "Hongming set up the tomb for Gu Chaoyun."

Shen Siyuan jumped off the ground, looked at the tomb surrounded by flowers in front of him, and said: "I have a heart."

Ancestor Hongyu also looked at the tombstone and asked, "Gu Chaoyun must have gone to see Jiaojiao today, right? Did you leave any last words?"

Shen Siyuan silently shook his head.

"How should this be calculated? Could it be said that it can't be broken?" Patriarch Hongyu sighed deeply, "If he can devote himself to cultivation, in the future when he reaches the distraction stage, his soul will leave his body, and he can find another body, and he can use it just fine. Go down. You may not be able to survive."

"No." Shen Siyuan denied:

"Gu Chaoyun was originally reborn after death. When he died, his soul was already damaged, and his logic was very weak, and Yun Gao's body was not compatible with his soul. But when Zixiaozong lied to him, he put the scorched Chaotian Jiaoyu Wearing it on Yun Gao, the jade pendant has the effect of calming the soul, and temporarily recognized Gu Chaoyun as the master, and preserved his broken soul, which allowed him to survive for so many months."

"Could it be that the jade pendant was returned to the original owner and Yun Gao woke up again, so Gu Chaoyun couldn't hold on?" Ancestor Hongyu's eyes flashed, and he suddenly realized.

"That's right. After losing the jade pendant, Gu Chaoyun's spirit gradually weakened, and he lacked control over his body, so Yungao was able to wake up. However, Yungao's awakening caused that body to reject Gu Chaoyun even more."

Shen Siyuan touched his chin, and continued: "If Gu Chaoyun insists on staying in Yungao's body, then they will take turns to change the ownership of their bodies, which will inevitably cause Yungao's body to collapse and rot faster. I can't live anymore. He chose to give up, and he also saved Yun Gao's life. After all, he found his way back, although it was still a step late."

"Most things in the world are difficult to have both." Ancestor Hongyu said slowly, but he didn't speak anymore, just took out a painting from the storage bag and handed it to the young man.

Shen Siyuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, took it, and opened it for inspection.

But what I saw in the painting was a vast snow-covered bamboo forest. The black-clothed sword fairy standing majestically in the forest was as tall and straight as a pine, holding a sword in one hand, with solemn and deep eyes, and his calm face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years was unrecognizable. There is a trace of joy and anger, as cold as a lonely sky and a high moon.

And not far in front of the man, a young man with an unfamiliar face was crawling on the snow with his eyes closed, his forehead was lowered against the ice and snow, and his bare feet behind him were covered with scars and mottled with blood.

The trail from the boy's feet was covered with uneven bloody footprints.

In the lower right corner of the painting, there is no signature, and there are four words in the letter: "The wish has been fulfilled".

Shen Siyuan's pale face revealed a trace of sadness, but quickly covered it up, saying: "No wonder."

He put away the scroll again, took a few steps forward and placed it on the tomb, and said slowly: "Now that you have put it down, let's go."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared on the flower-blossoming tomb, and upon closer inspection it turned out to be a young man with an unfamiliar face.

The young man was handsome, dressed in the costumes of the disciples of the outer sect of Fenxiang Valley, with a bright smile on his face, seemingly carefree, he bent down silently, bowed to the two of them, then turned around, turned into countless light spots, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

***

At the same time, the kid in the red robe who was walking around in the library in the Sunset Pavilion suddenly stopped and turned around, bumping his head into the waist of the tall man behind him.

The man paused for a moment, and casually supported the child's shoulders to lift him up, then let go of his hand, still holding the book in one hand, and put the other hand on the child's blushing forehead, rubbing it slowly.

However, the child just stood there in a daze when he was hit by the pain, and the picture book he held in his hand fell to the ground. He raised his head blankly and grabbed the hem of the man's clothes, his soft voice was full of doubts.

"Ninety-nine, someone died."

"Huh?" Dugu Jiu frowned slightly, put away the book, bent down and hugged Mo Jiaojiao, and when she saw the child's dazed expression, she softened her icy voice and said, "How does Jiaojiao know?" of?"

"Jiaojiao... I saw it." Mo Jiaojiao said hesitantly, then pressed his face to Dugujiu's neck in sullenness, hugged the other's neck with both hands, and said in a soft voice: "Jiujiu, I'm looking for sheep today. Come and see Jiao Jiao, he...has no smell, no smell of a living person."

After Mo Jiaojiao murmured, he buried his face again, and whispered: "There used to be an old man in the valley who came from outside. He liked to grow vegetables and flowers. He would teach the owner of the valley and Jiao Jiao how to grow flowers. However, he I didn’t know we were monsters, so I laughed every day.”

"Yeah." Dugu Jiu lowered his eyes slightly, averting the complicated expression in his eyes, and asked: "And then?"

"Later, one day anxiously got up, the owner of the valley said that the old man told me to go. Sick. But he is very happy." Mo Jiaojiao said word by word.

After being silent for a while, the child said again: "But like Gu Zhaoyang, he has no energy in his body. The owner of the valley said he should go to sleep. He didn't get up again after that. The owner of the valley buried him in the cemetery of Yinshen Valley. "

Mo Jiaojiao tightened his grip on the man's neck, and finally said softly: "Jiaojiao knows that he is dead. The owner of the valley and the elders are monsters who will become stars, but looking for sheep and the old man are not, they... After death, there will be nothing. After reincarnation, I won’t remember Jiao Jiao.”

"Gu Chaoyun." Dugu Jiu pondered for a moment, and said: "He is like the old man who taught peppers to grow flowers. Death is not torture, but liberation."

"Jiao Jiao knows. He smiled today." Mo Jiaojiao rubbed the side of the man's face, then secretly grabbed the sleeve, and wiped away the teardrop that rolled down from the corner of his eye.