I take my brother as the bright moon [rebirth]

He Jue pursed her lips, suppressed the soreness in her heart, and did not speak again.

Yan Tang raised his head slightly, looked at the sky, drank the wine one after another, but his eyes were firm but bright.

He believed that one day.

Ji Changyi will come back.

A few days later, Ji Changyi's funeral was held on Mo Changshan.

Yantang didn't go, but sat alone on a tree in the back mountain, looking at the setting sun in the sky, lost in thought.

Although Ji Changyi fell into the ghost way, he also did a lot of good deeds during his lifetime, and not a few people came here.

Both Elder Zhang and Elder Yuan came.

Yan Tang sat on the tree alone, without looking over there.

The wind blew the leaves off, made a turn in the air, and fell from Yantang's ear.

Yan Tang closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the wind and the sound of insects.

At night, the people on Mochang Mountain dispersed, and there was only a bright moon in the sky emitting a soft light.

Yantang suddenly chuckled.

"Ji Changyi, look, there are quite a few people who have come to pay homage to you." Yantang smiled, "But I won't go."

"I have suffered so much from you, and you haven't apologized to me, so I won't go."

Yan Tang said, bending his eyes slightly, his voice dissipated in the air with the breeze.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching, Yan Tang lowered his eyes and saw Ling Shan standing under the tree, looking up at him.

The two looked at each other, Yantang frowned and looked away.

"What are you doing here?" Yantang's voice was cold.

Since the words were made clear, there was no trace of warmth between them, and even this was the first time they met since that day.

Ling Shan looked at Yan Tang. From his angle, he could see the young man's hair flying behind him, his slender waist, and delicate eyebrows.

Even with such a cold expression, under the reflection of the moonlight, it still touches people's hearts.

"He is already dead." Ling Shan said with a calm tone, his eyes fell on Yan Tang, but there was a glimmer of gloom that could not be rejected, "You didn't go to see him for the last time."

Yan Tang didn't open his mouth, his lips were lightly pursed, showing a little coolness.

Ling Shan leaned against the tree, "I actually don't hate Ji Changyi."

"But you killed him." Yantang sneered, "What's the use of saying that?"

Ling Shan hooked his lips, "I really don't hate him, but if he is disobedient, he will become a stumbling block."

Yan Tang snorted and turned his head, not wanting to hear what Ling Shan said.

Ling Shan seemed very happy to be able to say this to Yantang, "I have started looking for children with clean spirit bones in recent days. In five years, I will let you break through Nascent Soul. At that time, no matter what your answer is , you must be my Taoist companion."

Yan Tang lowered his eyes, and finally moved his gaze to Ling Shan's face, his eyes were cold, "You are disgusting."

Hearing this, Ling Shan was not angry, but smiled more cheerfully, "But when the time comes, you will have to be tied to this disgusting life like me. Thinking about it this way, I feel that I have something to look forward to in the future." .”

Yan Tang frowned, and was about to leave, but Ling Shan straightened up, with a half-smile, "Yantang, didn't you like being with me very much before? Drinking together, traveling together, we still have a long time to go. time, you'll be happy."

Yan Tang closed his eyes, "I was blind before."

"Really?" The curvature of Ling Shan's lips remained unchanged, "So the person you want to be with now is Ji Changyi?"

Yantang was startled, and the hand beside him quietly clenched his fist, without opening his mouth.

"Unfortunately, you will never see him again."

Ling Shan's eyebrows and eyes gradually turned cold, with sarcasm, "If you don't see Ji Changyi's body, will you always feel that he is not dead?"

"Deceive yourself." Ling Shan's expression was cold and stern, "Yantang, he's dead."

"Ji Changyi is dead!!"

Under the moonlight, the boy's figure trembled imperceptibly, but soon his eyes regained his composure, and he could even raise the corners of his lips to look at Ling Shan below.

"It doesn't matter if I deceive myself or others." Yan Tang smiled, "I believe that he is not dead, I can firmly believe this forever, and I will wait for him."

"Eternal life."

Ignoring Ling Shanyin's distorted face below, Yantang tapped his toes and left.

There are still five years to go.

According to Ling Shan, in the past five years, he will train two other disciples with excellent spiritual bones, as stepping stones for ascension.

At that time, when Ling Shan ascends, whether he wants to or not, he will force himself to form a Taoist couple with him and ascend together.

Yan Tang clenched his fists, and shuttled through the woods at an extremely fast speed.

Although I don't know why Ling Shan didn't dig out his spiritual bones in this life, and even had such absurd thoughts.

but--

If you want to form a Taoist partner with him, he might as well be dug out of his spirit bones.

He has to work harder to improve his cultivation, and he has to find Ji Changyi.

No matter what others say, he firmly believes.

Ji Changyi must be alive, waiting for him alive.

From that day on, Yan Tang threw himself into his practice, and immersed himself in the Library Pavilion every day, where he found spiritualism.

He tried to find Ji Changyi, but there was no news.

Yan Tang did not give up, and tried twice almost every night.

Ling Shan went down the mountain, and after about a month, he brought back two disciples.

One grade older, about twelve or thirteen years old.

The other was younger, about eight or nine years old.

Ling Shan carefully taught the two children and supervised them every day.

It looks like a dedicated teacher.

Yantang only glanced at it from a distance, then turned and left.

He can't do anything right now.

The time is not yet ripe.

He Jue came to Yantang several times, and each time he brought some elixir to help Yantang improve his cultivation.

Yan Tang didn't dislike this senior brother, he also thought about telling He Jue the truth of the matter, but after thinking about it, what's the use of telling it?

Not to mention whether He Jue believed it or not, even if he believed it, there was nothing he could do, which would only increase his troubles.

Sitting in the yard, He Jue watched Yan Tang practice sword skills for a while, and then came over to drink water.

He Jue looked at Yantang and smiled, "Your swordsmanship now, for some reason, is somewhat similar to that of Junior Brother Ji before."

Yan Tang was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Really?"

He Jue nodded, "However, I haven't seen much of Junior Brother Ji's swordsmanship, I just say so based on my impression."

Yantang lowered his eyes and sat down.

He Jue sighed and persuaded: "You have worked too hard these days, you should rest for a while if you have time."

Yantang moved his lips, "...there is no time."

"Huh?" He Jue smiled, "You are young and have a bright future, so why don't you have time?"

Yan Tang did not continue this topic, but shook his head.

Ever since he came back, the bright smile on the young man's face has become less, and only on rare occasions will he show a smile.

The smile that is shown on weekdays always carries a sense of distance.

The matter of Ji Changyi still dealt too much blow to Yan Tang.

"By the way, this is for you." He Jue took out a small box from his arms.

Yantang took it over, "What is this?"

"You mentioned it last time, didn't you want Yingcao?" He Jue said, "I found it."

Yantang's eyes lit up, and he opened it, and there was indeed a spirit grass lying inside.

He Jue looked at Yantang and paused, "Yingcao is indeed very helpful for summoning souls, but it will consume your cultivation base, so you must do what you can."

Yan Tang's eyes were full of this plant, and he didn't pay much attention to He Jue's words.

So what if it takes a lot of cultivation, if you can find Ji Changyi, that's enough.

"I know, thank you brother."

Looking at Yantang's expression, He Jue knew what he was thinking, sighed, sat for a while and left.

Yantang carefully put away Yingcao, with a glint of hope in his eyes.

The author has something to say: Living apart is so sad.