kill the fox

Outside the Wanjuan Pavilion, a small bamboo grove was blown by the wind, making a rustling sound. The large pond and the tender lotus leaves were undulating in the evening wind, and there was a refreshing flow in the garden. The fragrance of lotus leaves.

Ning Ci listened to the clank of the zither coming from the forest, and put his hands on the heavy door with bloodstains that could not be wiped off.

For hundreds of years, he broke the hundreds of years into bright moons and stars, and buried them in every page of Wanjuan Pavilion.

The door creaked, and the seal of Wanjuan Pavilion fell off like glowing debris, and the lasting warmth instantly dissipated without a trace. Ning Ci easily pushed the door open, facing a gust of cold wind, piercing chill, Drilling straight into the human body, there was heavy snow blowing outside, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness, Ning Ci stepped into the snow with one foot, and the wind blew his clothes and belts flying.

The sound of the piano in the bamboo forest stopped abruptly.

Du Hengyuan tilted his body and had to hold on to the table. He barely supported it for a while, and finally put his hand back on the piano.

"Cooking snow around the stove, playing the piano and making tea, Master, you are so free."

Ning Ci smiled and stepped into a small pavilion in the forest, and saluted the person who was sitting and playing the piano.

Du Hengyuan was not surprised at all, he didn't even look at him, the sound of the piano continued, and he said flatly: "It came out just right, there is something I want you to do as a teacher."

During the past few years in Wanjuan Pavilion, the person Ning Ci saw the most was not his junior sister Nianyi, but his master, Du Hengyuan. Every short period of time, Du Hengyuan would personally open the door of Wanjuan Pavilion, slowly Go in slowly, beat him slowly, and come out slowly.

Until one night half a year ago, after he had a tie with Ning Ci, he never went in again.

Even if Ning Ci was still bitter about him, he couldn't show his manners on the surface, and just said: "The disciple has an imminent thing to do."

Du Hengyuan didn't answer: "Going down the mountain? I won't stop you, my matter does not conflict with your matter."

Ning Ci couldn't wait for a moment, and said, "Master, I'm leaving now."

Du Hengyuan didn't seem to hear the anxiety in his tone, the sound of the zither echoed in the empty valley, he said to himself slowly: "Decades ago, you asked me the cause of your master's death, but I didn't tell you, but today It's not what it used to be, and there are some things you have to know."

Ning Ci immediately stabilized his heart and paid more attention to Du Hengyuan's words.

Du Hengyuan seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden: "My senior brother died with an ancient sword."

Ning Ci remembered that he said: "Not a minister."

"This sword is probably older than Zhu Yan." He stopped playing the piano, extinguished the stove, and then said slowly, "Your father also died from this sword."

Ning Ci was surprised: "My father?!"

Du Hengyuan: "Yes, in fact, you were not picked up by your master. You were born in Hengqing Mountain. At that time, this mountain had no name..."

After Ning Ci thought about it, his thoughts changed sharply: "Then my parents are!"

Du Hengyuan: "Your parents are the two immortals who guard the Wanjuan Pavilion according to the legend. They wrote it."

"That Buchen is one of your father's many hidden swords. Its origin is unknown. It was used by your father for a few days, and it was placed on the tenth floor of the Wanjuan Pavilion. After a long time, it passed through the spirit , actually gave birth to his own consciousness.”

Ning Ci heard the flaw, and hurriedly said: "But Wanjuan Pavilion only has nine floors!"

Du Hengyuan: "The only thing you can see is the ninth floor. I don't know where the tenth floor is now. It was there back then. It may have been hidden by your mother, or it may have been destroyed."

"Your mother gradually discovered that your father sometimes behaved strangely. When they figured out what was going on, your father was almost completely controlled by the sword spirit of the fierce sword. It’s a master of Taoism, no one can suppress him at once, and your mother almost died in his hands.”

Ning Ci was terrified when he heard it, and his voice was tense: "Then my mother..."

"Hey...she..." Du Hengyuan, who was always indifferent, actually sighed, Ning Ci unconsciously stopped breathing, and then heard him say:

"After she killed your father...she killed herself. Your father seized a moment of sobriety. At that time, both of them were cornered and had no time to think. The two of them made eye contact and had a good heart. Your mother did not hesitate. stabbed him, and then he slayed himself and fell into your father's arms."

Ning Ci was upset: "How do you know these things?!"

"I, your master, and your uncle Henghuai were all there at the time. Like most people, we went up the mountain to find the rumored Wanjuan Pavilion. Your mother received us. Your father was normal at that time, but In just a few days, we witnessed his changes with our own eyes, if it wasn't for your mother's protection, we would have died long ago."

Ning Ci suddenly thought of something: "The two next to my master's tomb belong to my parents?! Where's the sword?! Was it destroyed in the end?!"

Du Hengyuan: "Yes, your parents were buried by the senior brother in person. My senior brother destroyed the sword body. We all thought that when your father died, the sword spirit attached to your father would also dissipate. No, it reappeared many years later. This time, it was directly attached to a demon. It hated your master for breaking his sword into three pieces. After finding a suitable host, it immediately came back to find your master .”

Ning Ci: "Is it just a few days after I went down the mountain?"

Du Hengyuan: "No, it came before you went down the mountain. Your master drove you down the mountain just to let you hide from it, because it had seen you before. You were still a baby at that time. This fierce sword likes to slaughter your whole family. There is no one left, your parents died because of it, and now you are left."

really!Back then when he was still young, he was driven down the mountain overnight, and he still hated his master, hated why he couldn't see his own efforts, hated why he was so indifferent to him, hated his blindness, hated his indifference...

Ning Ci mourned in his heart, feeling that the snow outside the pavilion was extremely desolate and bitingly cold.

Listening to the snow in the bamboo forest is an extremely elegant thing, but it is so sad.

Du Hengyuan still said coldly: "So, you should know why I don't like you. If we hadn't set foot on this mountain and met your parents, my senior brother wouldn't have died."

Rather say nothing.

Du Hengyuan: "The task I entrusted to you today is related to this monster."

Ning Ci: "I'll kill it."

"Kill it? Huh." Du Hengyuan seemed to have heard some nonsense, and finally turned around to face him: "You think I've imprisoned you for so many years to send you to death?"

"Then why have you locked me up for so many years?"

"Save your life." Then he said: "Even if you kill it, it will attach to the next host. This monster is only a few hundred years old, with high mana, and it has only lost control once. It takes a certain amount of time for the fierce sword to completely control it." time."

"The task I entrusted to you today is to find it and stay by his side, so as to prevent cholera when he loses control."

Ning Ci said solemnly: "The disciple obeys the order."

Du Hengyuan: "I haven't finished my words yet, you have to pretend to befriend him, cheat his trust, and lure him to Xiaozhoushan before the sword spirit completely controls it."

Ning Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, and put them down without a trace, wondering: "Xiaozhoushan? Why Xiaozhoushan?"

Du Hengyuan finally glanced at him: "There is a lot of spiritual power there, when the time comes, your uncles and I will set up formations and strangle them together."

Thinking that the place where he once lived would be used as a place to strangle the sword spirit, Ning Ci felt a little sad, but these sacrifices are nothing in the face of morality.

"If it gets out of control, once the sword spirit recognizes you, you will be at great risk. You have to remember, don't confront it. When the time comes, you will use fireworks as a sign, and we will arrive immediately."

Ning Ci knew that this was euphemistically telling him that he should run for his life immediately, and it was rare for Du Hengyuan to say this to him, so he could only answer: "Yes."

Du Hengyuan: "My senior brother loves you so much that he told you to run for your life, but I caught you back and put you in danger. If you hate me, I don't care."

Ning Ci suddenly felt that his understanding of Du Hengyuan was not comprehensive enough. He used to think that he was disdainful and indifferent to him, but today he suddenly heard him say these words to him in the open, and he felt relieved. Come on, it is understandable for Du Hengyuan to do this, it is not a big deal, even if Du Hengyuan does not explain the danger to him, as a member of the Hengqing faction, he is also responsible.

Just like this, he didn't know how to answer the question, saying, Master, you think too much and I don't hate you at all?But he said he didn't care anymore, wouldn't that be superfluous?Or do you mean, Master, I understand you, and it was your painstaking efforts to imprison me for so many years, and I did it voluntarily?No, once the relationship between them is so nasty, it will appear false. He has no choice but to turn to another direction, so after a moment of silence between the two of them, he asked: "Master, what are the characteristics of that monster?"

The ethereal sound of the piano is accompanied by the heavy snow falling on the bamboo leaves, which makes people feel inexplicably at ease.

Du Hengyuan: "It's a fox demon named Shen Keqing. No monster dares to pretend to be its name. It's easy to find."

It's also a fox demon... He couldn't help but think of that little snow-white fox, and his heart ached.

For so many years, he didn't know the relationship between the two feelings of guilt and longing, which was better, maybe it was just regret, or other feelings, he didn't understand, he couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure it out, it was a mess , he just knows that he really really wants to see him now and tell him something.

He bid farewell to Du Hengyuan, and walked down the mountain quickly on the fresh snow.

Walking to the gate of the mountain, I saw the maple tree that I hid back then and couldn't help but take a second look, thinking that this tree has been soaked in the sect for many years, and it has also become a bit of a skill, and it is still so strong and strong after a hundred years.

I can't help but think about Xiaozhoushan. After a hundred years, will there still be a fox living in the cave?

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace, and the scenery in front of him quickly receded.

He doesn't like snow. Every time it snows, Furry disappears as soon as he goes out. The little fox runs into the snow as if disappearing instantly, or falls into another world. This kind of suddenness makes him a little disappointed.

He likes snow, and he likes to lean on that little fox for a whole day quietly, doing nothing or saying anything, just listening to the sound of snow falling.

He remembered that they once fought against each other on the mountain peak, all the way to the foot of the mountain, fell into the thick and soft snow together, lay on their backs, looked up at the top of Xiaozhou Mountain, white clouds rolled past in the dark blue sky.

Arrive at Xiaozhoushan before the sun sets, where there are few people, the snow is very thick, and there are no footprints on the snow.

Xiaozhou Mountain seemed to be sealed off. From the outside, he could only see a cloud of mist covering the entire mountain. He was about to make a trick to break through the barrier, but found that his feet had already stepped in. He felt strange. Was it just a blindfold?But... he couldn't think too much, he just wanted to reach the cave quickly, so he broke through the fog and walked in with big strides.

The snow outside the mountain is like flowers, and the flowers inside the mountains are like snow.

Warmth and heat wave hit his face in an instant, he was stunned for a moment, listening to the twittering of insects and birds, the sound of gurgling water, and the rich and fresh fragrance of plants and trees in his nostrils, his heart suddenly seized up, nothing has changed here , but the familiar strangeness envelops him, making him feel like a lifetime away. It is snowing heavily outside, but here is a vibrant summer, clean, pure, untouched, and authentic.

Not even a blade of grass has changed.

It is still so green all over the mountains and plains.

He has been in seclusion for hundreds of years, the world has changed people, the East China Sea has turned into mulberry fields, and the bottom of the sea has returned to dust. Only Xiaozhou Mountain has solidified, like a dusty gift, waiting for the person who should open it back then.

He suddenly became nervous, so nervous that he was afraid, so nervous that it was difficult to take another step forward, he had a lot to say, but the moment they met, they should have a fight, he was not afraid of fighting, he was afraid of facing his eyes , afraid of his indifference, afraid of his anger, afraid that he may have forgotten him, most afraid, most afraid, he will hate him.

He stopped, as if remembering something, his eyes seemed to see the backs of the two people staring at each other through the years.

When he came to the back of the mountain, he raised his eyebrows slowly.

Why are there so many caves? !

The holes are exactly the same size, almost carved out of the same mold, neatly arranged, serious and tight.

It doesn't look like it's artificial.

Does the original fox also can burrow?No way.

Ah, foxes can dig holes themselves, but this is a cave!Doesn't hard rock sharpen its claws... Shouldn't it like to burrow...

The caves in this entire mountain are too regular, with an inexplicable sense of solemnity, and it looks a little...cute.

puff.

Although it was very inappropriate, he still couldn't help laughing. With so many holes, it took a lot of work and time. At least it seemed that he... hadn't forgotten him.

Then the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

It almost caused him to die in vain, this, I can't forget it even if I want to.

After finding the cave where they lived before, although he knew that he might not be there, he was disappointed when he saw that it was empty.

It is conceivable that when he returned to the cave after killing Zhu Yan at night, he must have been extremely disappointed, it must be a thousand times more disappointed than he is now, thinking about it, his heart aches again.

Disappointed but also relieved.

The relief of not having to deal with something he was afraid of suddenly didn't make him feel any better.

He wants to find him.

I don't know where he is now, what he has become, and whether he is still called Rongrong.

I really regret not giving him a normal name in the first place.

He turned around and went down the mountain, stepping from summer into winter, went to the demon world, and found two people, Rong Rong, and Shen Keqing.

and many more!

He suddenly remembered an extremely important thing - he forgot to say goodbye to his junior sister when he went down Hengqing Mountain! ! !Hey, he resents why he is always like this, remembering things but not things, memorizing things and not writing them down, he can only be single-minded, and can't do two things at once, no matter, there is a business right now, and he didn't forget on purpose, the younger sister should be magnanimous.

It's a pity that no one knew that the moment he stepped out of the seal of Xiaozhou Mountain, a figure appeared on the top of the mountain. The weather was clear and the Kuilong pattern was shining faintly.

Later, Shen Keqing recalled that if she hadn't missed it at this time, many things would not have happened later.