Bone

"Cough cough, cough cough..."

In the afternoon, the sun shines through the window bars, and the fine dust in the library pavilion is flying like golden sand.

Still wearing the same golden wheel and body covered in black mist, Qin Nianjiu put on a thin blanket, hugged a dirty soft pillow, and sat cross-legged on an old wicker chair lazily, as if dozing off. Flipping the pages of the book in his hand again and again, he was coughed lightly by the dust that was raised.

The dust scattered, he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, followed the busy Tan Fengyue in the bookstore with his eyes, wrinkled his face and complained in a low voice: "Old Ancestor, you can't move more lightly..."

"..." Tan Fengyue was holding a book that was half the height of a person in her hands, her face and body were covered with black and gray spots, she endured and endured, and finally she glanced at this ghost who was idle and helping, " Then you can clean it up?"

"No, no, no," Qin Nianjiu quickly put away his dissatisfaction, put on a flattering expression, and waved his hands repeatedly, "Patriarch, patriarch!"

As he spoke, he wiped off the small case with thick dust on the side, and motioned him to sit down, "I've been busy for a long time, come to take a break?"

Seeing the pleasing look on the ghost's face, she couldn't help laughing, Tan Fengyue glanced at him again, carefully moved the book in her hand, and just sat down, and carefully cleaned up the dirt on her body, "Still Have a conscience."

Qin Nianjiu propped his chin and looked at him with a smile, but didn't speak.

He almost made him feel a little uncomfortable, Tan Fengyue tapped his forehead lightly with a silver fan, and was about to say something, when far away, she was happily holding a basket of strange-looking spiritual flowers and fairy grass Xiao Pao came in: "Immortal Lord, Ghost Lord!——"

He ran so fast that he almost tripped over the threshold, but he only focused on claiming credit: "I finished clearing another acre of medicine fields! Huh, I'm exhausted. It's just these flowers and grasses, I can't tell the difference What are they...should I hang them up or throw them away?"

"Well, let me take a look..." But with a quick glance, he could distinguish the types of flowers and plants, Qin Nianjiu stretched out his hand very lightly and gestured, "These plants are still useful, let's keep them to dry." .These few plants cannot be exposed to the sun, but must be dried in the shade.——These plants are weeds, and they will be burned later.”

"Okay, okay!" Sanjiu nodded and answered one by one, carefully remembering, turned her head and took the basket to find a clean corner and sat down, and buried her head in sorting the flowers and plants according to what the ghost said. .

It seems that since the kid recovered from his serious injury, he has become much more obedient, and he has never shown that depressed and sluggish attitude again. Tan Fengyue turned his head to look at it, and couldn't help feeling novel: "This kid has become a lot more obedient."

Qin Nianjiu lowered his eyes slightly, lazily rested his chin on the pillow, and teased him with a long and drawn out voice as usual: "It's not that many are so majestic as the ancestor, and can restrain him."

"Yes, yes, yes." Tan Fengyue looked away, bowed her head and sorted out the scattered books around the small case, and threw back the teasing as usual, "It's a pity that this majesty can't restrain you."

After he finished speaking, he didn't hear the ghost beside him retort, he paused, and hurriedly turned his head to look in panic, but met Qin Nianjiu's eyes full of smiles.

Seeing the worry that flashed across his face, Qin Nianjiu couldn't help poking his face with his fingertips, "Why, are you afraid that I'll lose strength for a while and pass out? ——God, how can I be so weak."

Having been pointed out the hidden worry in her heart, Tan Fengyue gave him a cool look to hide it, but still put her hand over it honestly, and tucked the thin blanket for him, which made him laugh again.

Now this ghost has completely faded away from Chen Wenyu's appearance, showing its true nature, but it can move people with a slight lift of its lips. It is as calm as talking about love, and it is inevitable that the tips of the ears will feel slightly hot when looked at by him with such a smile. She could only cough lightly to cover up, raised her eyebrows and asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

"No." As if he couldn't get enough of him, Qin Nianjiu stared at him more and more unscrupulously, and grinned happily, "It's just that I have never seen you so diligent, ancestor, do you find it fresh?"

"After all, you are so 'delicate and weak' now, so I can't bother you." Tan Fengyue is indeed used to sabotaging work, and it is understandable to be ridiculed by him like this. Slightly leaning slightly, "Don't stare at me and smile like this, it's weird."

"It's really..." The silver fan on his cheek was cold, Qin Nianjiu muttered, squinted his eyes slightly, and mocked him in a low voice: "Duplicity."

Instead, she was amused by his little expression, Tan Fengyue leaned over slightly, spread out her silver fan, and used the fan as a cover, but she didn't dare to kiss him, she only pecked his forehead lightly, before he could react again He quickly straightened his figure, casually took a book from the pile of books in his hand and threw it over, and said solemnly: "I haven't read this book yet, there may be some explanations in it. ——If you feel that you have nothing to do, it's too much." If you are free, let’s turn the pages to relieve boredom.”

"Hey...!" Qin Nianjiu glared at him angrily, picked up the ancient book at hand and slapped him, "Let's go wild, there's nothing right."

Consciously making a comeback, Tan Fengyue slightly bent her mouth, and stopped teasing him, she just turned around and continued to tidy up in a good mood.

Seeing the expression on his face, Qin Nianjiu pursed his lips lightly, and looked at him quietly for a while, before he lowered his eyes and flipped through the volumes of ancient books.

The light wind blows the dust, without breath or sound.Facing the dizziness that hit his head, he flipped through the pages of the ancient book in his hand, his slightly drooping eyebrows and eyes silently revealing a bit of fatigue.

Ever since they returned to Jucang—it should be that what they saw and heard in the phantom formation that day was too hateful, even with the help of Fu Duanshui's magic spell to suppress him, the alienated resentment in his body was still there. It was still getting heavier and heavier, and the demonic energy was invading his mind all the time. Even though Tan Fengyue tried hard every day to strengthen the magic spell for him, his body was inevitably getting weaker and weaker day by day. ——Anyway, they can't wander around with this demonic energy, fearing that it will cause some troubles, so they simply settled on the mountain to find a way to eliminate the demonic energy and avoid becoming a demon, and carry along with them to clean up and rebuild the already decayed Guanshizongmen .

Set up a barrier without haste to prevent the devil from overflowing the mountain and disturbing the people, swept away the gravel on the Yuntai, scooped up all the rotten leaves in the Tao Tan, and wiped the famous stele of the sect like a new one. ... Today it is the turn of Zangshu Pavilion.Mostly Tan Fengyue is considerate of him, working alone, Sanjiu can also help with one or two, leaving him to be a clean and idle person by the side.

Don't talk about the past enmity, the deep hatred of the past, no matter what will happen in the future, use less spells and spells, just down-to-earth patience to clean up, so calm and peaceful, really like ordinary people——

There was another burst of dull pain in the brain, and the hostility in the eyes was surging layer by layer, and it stopped after a while.Qin Nianjiu lightly pinched the bridge of his nose, cursed inwardly, raised his eyes and saw that Tan Fengyue's back had disappeared at the end of the corridor on the second floor, he quietly took out two fragments of colored glaze picked up from Taotan from his sleeve, and greeted the light According to.

The glass is clear, and the edges refract light, reflecting his handsome eyebrows and eyes, but it cannot reflect the underlying thoughts in his eyes.

The devilish energy escaping from his body could not be controlled by him yet, and he could mobilize only a small amount of resentful energy under the spell of the spirit... Sighing softly, he played with the fragment of colored glaze in his hand time after time, looking at it. Wisps of devilish energy bounced back and forth between the two fragments, and after calculating the position in his mind, he missed his body slightly, and carefully stuck the glazed fragment firmly on the edge of the window.

— After all, they are not really ordinary people.Since Fu Duanshui had already informed them where they were, with his temperament of distinguishing between public and private, he would definitely report back to the sect, and people from various sects would definitely gather as he thought... He must make some preparations in advance That's good.

Every grievance must be calculated clearly.

It is true that monsters have the ability to destroy the world, and after he becomes a monster, it will be a waste of effort to avenge his relatives—but he is absolutely unwilling to do that.Aside from the fact that monsters have no sanity and will definitely hurt the world, it is Qin Nianjiu who has deep hatred and hatred, not the evil star.

... Even this Fu Duanshui's movements are too slow!It's been half a month, and there is no movement from the Zongmen people, it really is... Miscalculation.

No matter in his past or present life, he has always been a straight-forward character, fighting whenever he wants. Originally, according to his assumption, Fu Duanshui would bring people here as quickly as that Ye Zhenglan did in three or two days, even if he was a little weak at that time , with the help of various magic circles and Tan Fengyue, he still has the power to fight - but right now he is too weak, he can only take one step at a time...

All good ideas come to naught, Qin Nianjiu sighed a little irritably, folded the ancient books on his lap, and threw them on the table. Turning around, he saw Sanjiu looking at him while hesitant to speak, obviously seeing He couldn't help but choke slightly for his little action just now, "Uh..."

Changing from the innocent and happy expression on Tan Fengyue's face when she was present, Sanjiu pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment before walking over lightly, and called him in a low voice: "Ghost..."

He didn't go straight into Gui Jun's arms carelessly like before, he wanted to get close to Gui Jun but didn't dare, so he could only half-kneel on Qin Nianjiu's lap, put his hands on his lap, looked up at him with his small face, "Really don't tell Xianjun, I..."

"Hush!" Qin Nianjiu flicked the kid's ear, the warning in his eyes no longer restrained, and he said frankly, "Don't talk too much."

Sanjiu's shoulders and the corners of his mouth collapsed, and his head drooped, "But..."

If it was normal, Qin Nianjiu would have picked him up and coaxed him loudly when seeing him with such an expression, but at this time he was not used to this brat, he just stroked his forehead gently, Said softly: "This is between me and you, don't let him know and make him worry."

If it is said that before returning to Jucang, he hadn't really figured out whether Tan Fengyue was related to the downfall of the Guanshizong people, and whether he also had grievances with the sect members, so he didn't take Tan Fengyue out of the list of "revenge together", but now He has seen the whole incident clearly in the phantom formation, knowing that Tan Fengyue has nothing to do with this matter, so he doesn't want to involve him any more, it will only make him bear the cause and effect.

Carefully following Tan Fengyue's figure from the corner of his eye, he gently raised the corner of his mouth, and solemnly raised the little finger of Sanjiu's right hand with the little finger of his left hand, "You are not allowed to tell him about this, huh?"

"..." The little fingers hooked together, but Gui Jun's fingers were so cold.Sanjiu pursed her lips tightly, with a lot of worry in her heart, but she couldn't disobey the ghost king's order, so she finally hummed reluctantly with her nose.

Reluctantly accepting the promise, he tightly clenched his hands on his knees, but still refused to let it go: "That ghost, your body..."

"It's all right." Qin Nianjiu pinched his cheek and interrupted him again.Earlier, his own mind was messed up, he couldn't take care of himself, and he had no time to comfort this brat, until now he stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around him, and said to him seriously: "It's nothing serious."

The ghost king always speaks with certainty, which can give people a sense of stability.After all, he is a ghost... Thinking that he really shouldn't underestimate the ability of ghosts, Sanjiu finally untied a little bit of confusion, and blinked at him, "Are you really all right?"

He said in his heart that children are easy to coax, and seeing his eyes brighten up instantly, Qin Nianjiu gave a sullen smile, slightly increased the strength of his fingertips on his cheeks, and gave him another reassurance: "Look, am I right?" Are you okay? Why, don’t you believe in your ghost?”

"Hmm!" Sanjiu's cheeks were sore from being pinched, and finally lost under his gaze, she nodded with a puffy face, "I believe."

"That's right!" Qin Nianjiu smiled brightly, stretched his little face and didn't let go, suddenly wrinkled his nose again, sighed and pretended to complain: "It's true, when I was young, I was worried all the time, worrying about this and that. I won't kiss—"

Sanjiu hurriedly yelled "Where is it!", and fluttered to run towards him, but the back of her neck suddenly tightened, and someone lifted her up.