Bone

The moon shines on the mountains, but cannot see through the shadows in the forest.Halfway up the mountain, there is a small thatched dwelling.

"Save... help me..."

A gust of evil and evil wind playfully fiddled with the tree shadows outside the window. Inside the thatched hut, a tall man was shivering, his back drenched in cold sweat, and his hands holding the candlestick were shaking uncontrollably.

Beads of sweat slid down the tip of his nose, and he didn't bother to wipe it off, nor did he care about the firewood piled up all over the house, he kept waving the candlestick in his hand like crazy, and shouted in a broken voice: "Don't come here! Don't come here! Come here!!"

The shadows of the candles swayed wildly, and where the candlelight couldn't reach, there was a distorted and ominous thing moving rapidly between the shadows, making a hissing sound like a snake, which directly sent chills down one's heart.

The man was so frightened that he couldn't stand it any longer, and finally he was so frightened that he lost his mind. He yelled and rushed to the wooden box in the corner of the room, took out stacks of candles from it, and lit them tremblingly——

As he lit more and more candles, the light in the thatched cottage gradually became stronger and the shadows decreased, and the movement of the thing seemed to slow down gradually, until the candlelight filled the entire cottage, and the hissing sound lingered in his ears. The strange sound seemed to have disappeared, and the disturbing strange figure was no longer seen in the corner of my eye...

The man leaned against the wall tightly, a pair of trembling eyes rolled around, and repeatedly confirmed that the monster living in the shadows was gone, and a heart that was beating too fast finally let go.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a gust of wind suddenly opened the locked door, and before he could react, a black umbrella came straight through the air, and the tip of the umbrella pointed directly at his frightened body. pupils—

Just when the tip of the umbrella was only an inch away from his pupil, a white jade-like palm came across and firmly grasped the wrist of the person holding the umbrella.

In the blink of an eye, the wind gathers.

A young man in green shirt appeared from the wind, with a pair of scorching golden pupils filled with helplessness, he said to the man in white with the umbrella in a warm voice, "Don't scare people."

The whistling demon wind turned into whimpers in an instant, and the stern expression of the white-clothed man remained unchanged. Although he did not respond to his words, he took off a little bit of strength as he said, and pulled the umbrella tip a few inches away.

I don't understand what's going on at all, the man is sweating profusely, his limbs are numbly standing stiffly, his shout is stuck in his throat, he even forgot to blink, he can only see the man in white With a twist of his wrist, he suddenly opened the black umbrella in front of him.

The pitch-black umbrella shielded the room full of candlelight, casting a shadow on the man's face.

Under the shadow cover, the man's frightened cry rushed out of his throat in an instant, hissing and screaming: "Don't! Don't!"

But as he blurted out, a distorted ghost struggled to get out from his trembling pupils, flinched and jumped, hissing and screaming, and rushed straight at the man in white——

When it was too late and then it was too late, the young man in green shirt waved the silver fan in his hand, a gust of wind came from all directions, tightly bound the strange figure into a ball, and the man in white took advantage of the situation and folded the black umbrella, and then Lightly collected the strange shadow into the umbrella.

The black umbrella was tightened, and there was a "chi" sound, as if the flames were suddenly extinguished, the swaying tree shadows outside the window stopped for a moment, and wisps of gray smoke evaporated from the umbrella, which was lightened by the wind until it became invisible.

The candles in the room flickered slightly, and the man who had almost escaped from the tiger's mouth was stunned to see this scene. His trembling legs finally couldn't support his body anymore, and he slid down to the ground, looking up blankly at the blue and white The two young masters saw that young man in green shirt seemed to... looked at him with a little approval?

What was causing trouble just now was a kind of umbral monster, which was alienated from the shadows of the forest in the mountains.This man is quite smart, he knows that he needs to use light to drive away the shadows, but he doesn't know that the pupils can also reflect images, so the shadow monster hid in his pupils...

Tan Fengyue has always had no intention of explaining in detail with others, she only praised the man lukewarmly in her heart, then raised her lips slightly, turned her head habitually, and wanted to joke with the people around her.

But when he turned his head slightly, he saw Qin Nianjiu staring down at his hand still clasped on his wrist, he couldn't help being startled, let him go quickly, and turned his eyes away hastily.

In the end, this Qin Nianjiu is not that Qin Nianjiu...it must be absolutely inconceivable.He sighed softly in his heart, but didn't reveal anything on his face, he said to the man seriously: "The shadow monster has been eliminated, you can rest assured."

Shocked, no matter how dull the man was, he could tell that these were two immortals who had just saved his life. Thank you very much.

However, Qin Nianjiu took half a step away, not receiving his great gift, and only stared at Tan Junying with his bright golden eyes.

He didn't miss the strangeness that just flashed across his face, he pursed his lips, and the white mist in his heart surged again, and the ripples gradually rose below.

Ever since the night chat with him in the room, or even earlier, he had faintly realized that for some reason, he didn't like to see such an expression on Mr. Tan's face.

...I also don't like the feeling that I can't read the expression on his face.

Tan Fengyue didn't dare to move her eyes towards him anymore, she was afraid of offending him and making the intimacy that she had cultivated so hard during this period go to waste, and also afraid of seeing his indifferent face and making herself feel sad, so she turned I had no choice but to stare at the man intently and explain to him like "God's grace", "Jiuling Tianzun's guidance", "I have to go to the temple to offer incense and be grateful" and so on.

Qin Nianjiu listened quietly with a blank expression on his face, so he would not interrupt.But he was concentrating on thinking about the reason for the "dislike" in his heart, and he didn't even hear Tan Junying's explanation of the set of rhetoric, and then even called him twice.

"Qin Nian..."

Tan Fengyue stood outside the door, feeling a bit at a loss, and called him a third time in a funny way, "Tianzun? Return to the soul."

"..."

I don't know if it was because of the "Tianzun" or something else, Qin Nianjiu choked for a while, coughed softly, and hurried out the door, "Mm."

Unhurriedly, the two of them each had their own concerns in their minds, and neither of them used any magic tricks to speed up their pace. They just walked down the mountain road side by side, gradually leaving the thatched dwelling behind them farther and farther away until Hidden in the woods.

In the middle of the starry night, the moonlight softly covered the two of them, casting a clear glow all the way.

I still remember the little episode of that moment just now, and it is inevitable that I feel a little uncomfortable when talking about Fengyue. For a while, what pops up in my mind is that impulsive and inexplicable kiss. His wrist, the composure he used to rely on and that cheeky look went to nowhere at all, and he didn't dare to move his eyes to look at the person who was following him.

But always reluctant to keep silent like this.He fidgeted with the silver fan in his hand in embarrassment, and tried to get rid of his presumptuous act just now, "Fortunately, we came in time and didn't teach the man to overturn the candle, ignite the firewood in the house, and then put the whole house on fire." A mountain is burned—isn’t it another calamity.”

After all, it is the beginning of autumn, the weather is dry, and the wildfire is spreading very fast. Not to mention burning some mountain spirits and tree demons, but the flying ash disturbs people and damages the vegetation, which can be regarded as a crime to some extent.

Qin Nianjiu was still tangled in his heart, trying to untangle the heavy white fog in his head, so he casually answered his words, "You are the messenger of the wind, so why not be afraid of the mountain fire."

"There is nothing to be afraid of." Tan Fengyue raised the corners of her mouth as a matter of course, and joked about his coolness as usual, "If he really burned the mountain, wouldn't it be a merit if we put out the mountain fire?"

Disapproving of this act, which is similar to forcing a disaster to earn merit, Qin Nianjiu came back to his senses, looked sideways at him, and didn't answer his words.

In fact, as soon as Tan Fengyue blurted out his words, he realized that Qin Nianjiu had suffered catastrophe because of the word "merit". It was really inappropriate to speak like this in front of him, so he could not help but tapped his cheek with the silver fan.

Regretting how many mistakes he had made, he coughed lightly, "Ah, that's not what I meant."

Again.

Seeing the unnatural expression on his face, Qin Nianjiu lowered his eyes slightly.

Not long or short time has passed since they left Qingyuan Remnant City without any rush.

During this period of time, they seem to have left behind "becoming immortals" and "climbing immortals", and only travel around in a form visible to ordinary people. The temples and temples, not only did not come and go in a hurry, but they could be called leisurely.only……

He knows that although he is in the immortal body now, he has not fully "climbed to the immortal", and needs incense and offerings from the world as the salary of the immortal court to maintain the immortal status.But people's beliefs are getting stronger, and the title of "Jiuling Tianzun" is also ringing. At present, the incense offered by the believers is not only for him alone, but even for Tan Junying, which is more than enough, so he actually doesn't understand Tan Jun. Why does Ying continue to punish evil and get rid of evil spirits everywhere like now, to earn these small, unnecessary merits.

He was a little familiar with how to express his thoughts, so he asked directly.

Listening to his question, Tan Fengyue paused for a while, it was rare that she didn't tell the truth, she just smiled and answered him briefly: "There are other uses."

The evil spirit left by the shadow monster just now is faintly still there. Although the two of them have their own aura to protect their bodies, it is harmless to bathe in it, but he still gently shakes the silver fan to drive away the evil spirit, sighing coldly. : "That's right. It's been rare and peaceful for decades, but recently there seems to be more strange things."

"Yes." Qin Nianjiu responded subconsciously first, then frowned very shallowly, and continued with a very light voice, "...Is that so?"

Among the whirling white mist in his mind, blurred pictures emerged vaguely.

He really remembered that Risheng Ghost Land was eradicated by him and his colleagues, and the world was peaceful for a few years—maybe longer.But later, the living dead, Wujue, ghost town, zombies, Dasha, and a...

Rakshasa private.

As if it was also such a night of stars and moon, standing beside him was also this blue shadow, with the same silver light shining, it was he who was holding the silver fan to drive away the evil spirits and protect himself by his side.

The two of them walked in this unhurried manner, followed by a——

Qin Nianjiu suddenly slowed down his pace a little, and he didn't need to turn his head to know that at this moment they were not followed by a vague and terrifying Rakshasa whose hands were tightly bound by the soul-binding silk.

His mind was full of white mist, as if he was about to boil, he looked at Tan Fengyue, who was half a step away from him, and for some reason, unexpectedly moved closer to him, almost rubbing shoulders with him.

Tan Fengyue seemed to be calmly walking on her own, but in fact her heart was tied to the person beside her. Suddenly seeing him approaching suddenly, her whole body froze instantly. It can be said that she exhausted all her self-control, endured and She didn't take advantage of the situation to hug him tightly, but turned her head to look at him with great restraint and asked, "...what's the matter?"

The two pairs of golden pupils faced each other again, and Qin Nianjiu felt baffled, not knowing why he moved so subconsciously, and his whole body was also a little stiff, but this stiffness was revealed on his face, and it became his usual indifferent and cold look.

In his heart, there seemed to be thousands of thoughts passing by in a hurry, and even for a moment, he wanted to laugh and say something similar to "Isn't it the wind that makes you always want to touch my spirit, why can't you change me?" talk--

But his Adam's apple moved slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw a paper crane flying out of his sleeve, fluttering its wings, and said coldly: "The wind makes."

It was as if the flower in the mirror and the moon in the water had been shattered at the first glance. In just a split second, his originally dazed expression instantly returned to calm indifference, and he also stopped talking.

Hearing Fu Duanshui's voice, Tan Fengyue was also alert for a moment, pulled away from this inexplicably sticky situation, and grabbed the paper crane.

Afraid that the paper crane would say something that shouldn't be said, he took two quick steps, whispered a few words to the paper crane, and then turned around and walked over, pulling Qin Nianjiu's hand carefully and half selfishly. hand, and said to him: "There is a temple not far from the mountain, where do you go first to rest with the wind?"

"..."

As his hands warmed and emptied, Qin Nianjiu curled his fingers slightly, and the uncomfortable feeling in his heart amplified a little, making him purse his lips unconsciously.

Until I listened to Fengyue and said, "I'll be there soon."

So he calmed down again.

Without looking at the sound-transmitting paper crane, he just nodded slightly, his figure was suddenly covered by the gathered mist, and he left with the wind as he said.

-----

The boundless sky is dark and deep, and blue is deep, and a round of bright moon is surrounded by stars, hanging high in the center, like a light-transmitting breach, pouring down the pale white moonlight.

Having promised that person that she would always be by his side, she still couldn't rest assured that he was alone. Tan Fengyue actually followed the wind to the temple after the last step, but she didn't approach it, but stayed in the spacious courtyard. He randomly chose an old tree with crooked branches and sat among the treetops.

The azure clothes hang down on the tree branches, like a cool moonlight.From the paper crane came Fu Duanshui's usual cold voice: "—Xu is that Elder Ye is now old and weak, and his spiritual power is exhausted. The transformation of the sword spirit is not as smooth as last time..."

No matter how much Tan Fengyue hated Ye Zhenglang who was blind and blind, but at that time Qin Nianjiu entrusted the two swords to him, it was his choice, and there should be his intentions——

He could only be silent and gloomy, listening to Fu Duanshui talking about the details. With a slight swing of the silver fan, a few wisps of flowing clouds were created under the moonlight, and he played with his fingertips as a pastime.

It was about his two juniors, Fu Duanshui didn't care whether he responded or not, he consciously explained the situation and difficulties clearly, and said, "I don't know if Feng Shi has any opinions?"

Tan Fengyue paused while fiddling with the silver fan, and the phantasmagorized floating cloud stayed in the air, "Hmm."

After all, those are the twin swords of Qin Nianjiu's heart and bone, and he is not completely indifferent to those two little leaves, but there are closeness and urgency in people, and things have to be resolved one by one...

He pondered for a while, and said after a while: "Recently, I still have important matters to attend to. When this matter...is settled, I will go to Yuyan to have a look. If at that time, Qin...Tianzun's condition is better, I will also go with him."

Fu Duanshui only knew that he was running around to get rid of troubles recently, but he didn't know what important things he was busy with, and judging from what he said, it seemed that it had nothing to do with Qin Tianzun...

But when he heard that he agreed to come to help after the meeting, he also nodded and said "yes" before thinking about it: "If the two of you don't want to set foot in Yuyan, you can find another place to be with the two of you at that time." See."

When Tan Fengyue heard the words, he couldn't help scoffing in his heart. As he turned the silver fan in his hand, drizzle poured down from the fluffy clouds, which matched his depressed mood.

Of course he didn't want Qin Nianjiu to set foot in Yuyan, and he didn't even want him to see Ye Zhenglan's old face again if it wasn't necessary, but considering Fu Duanshui's kindness, he finally resisted the urge to sarcasm, and simply said Voice: "Fu Xianzun has a heart."

He didn't hear his sarcasm, but Fu Duanshui was quite surprised, raised his eyebrows at the paper crane, and then heard him give a cool chuckle.

If you don't mock Fu Duanshui, why not mock Ye Zhenglan?Tan Fengyue looked up at the drizzle that she had transformed into, and turned it into leaves in the rain with a flick of her sleeves, and continued: "——then please Elder Ye live longer, and don't hold us down." coming."

The yellow leaves are clipped by the rain, drifting away along the flowing moonlight, and brushing over the cornices of the temple.

The not so majestic temple is located between the mountains and fields, it should be newly built, every brick and tile is made of materials, and even the smell of red paint on the pillars has not dissipated, but there are already many believers After entering the incense, there are long-burning lamps surrounded by layers of offerings, illuminating the hall with flickering light and warm light.

Still thinking about the unprovoked illusion just now, Qin Nianjiu didn't maintain his upright demeanor whether standing or sitting all the time, but stood by the window for a while, and then sat hesitantly on the edge of the window.

As if the posture had never been so stiff—nor had it been so relaxed, as if something weighing on his heart had been relieved in an instant, he put the black umbrella sideways, carefully bent and put his legs, and lifted He looked at the bright moon in the sky.

The night was quiet, except for the chirping of insects from the base of the wall, there was no other sound.

He just sat quietly like this for a while, maybe longer, maybe the night was too deep and blue, and the stars were too bright and twinkling, against which the yellowish moon turned slightly blue, gradually becoming entrenched in his heart. The azure in the white mist overlapped in one place.

Even though that person is not by his side right now, there is always a blue shadow lingering in his mind and heart, so that he can always smell the cold fragrance on that person's body, hear his sneer, smile or sarcasm. , or a sneering voice——

It was as if everything about that person was tightly bound to him, stirring the turbulent mist in his heart, bit by bit, dyeing the mist blue, slowly stretching, gradually fading, and slowly dissipating, revealing the original Covered by the white mist, there are pictures that he doesn't know are true or false, which confuses him.

It's not the first time.

It was like this when I was still in Qingyuan Remnant City, and it was also like this during the time when I was traveling around.

In the fragmented pictures that often pop up in my mind, there are always dense green poisonous miasmas, grotesque and colorful lights, towers collapsing in raging fire, a withered sycamore tree, and terrified faces——like The scene was bloody, so tragic that it made his heart tremble, and he didn't want to touch it deeper.

And the only change is that maybe it was in that room that night, after hearing what the man said, he inexplicably calmed down, found a bit of confidence inexplicably, and taught him to be different from the beginning. When I woke up, even though my heart trembled, I didn't escape unconsciously, I didn't subconsciously divert my thinking, let Bai Wu cover up the picture again, but just let the picture reappear indifferently, and then forced myself to calm down, Carefully examine its contents.

...but it's hard to see what's going on.

Without it, the colors in those pictures are too strong, and the figures are too complex, making it difficult for him to distinguish whether these pictures are dreams or real, and he doesn't know whether he should explain it to that person, and how to explain it clearly.

Only tonight seemed different.

For some reason, at this moment, he was looking out the window at the blue moon, orange stars, and blue night. The picture that appeared in front of his eyes was neither gorgeous nor grand, but extremely trivial, like a flash in the pan——

In the faintly flickering picture, someone is giggling, and any piece of paper talisman is twisting and beating his leg reluctantly.

Someone was making a fuss drunkenly, throwing wine jars down from the eaves.

Someone smiled at him with a sense of regret, and said softly, "It's the third time."

Someone held a bowl of hot wontons, looked up and swallowed them whole.

Someone walked over with a cold face and said, "I will copy '...your uncle's' three thousand times."

Someone gave him a hard push, and came up and said, "Your parents are dead! Are you still in the mood to eat?!"

Someone looked at him timidly, and said pleadingly: "Can, can I give you a hug?"

It was he who was smiling at someone again and said: "I am at the head of Huangquan, and you are at the end of Huangquan. I miss you every day and don't see you—"

……

The scenes were fragmented in the mist, fleeting, the previous scene could not match the next scene, and there was no more to see. It was as if he had extracted the memory of some ordinary person and forced it into his mind.

...But in the blurry and indistinguishable pictures, either in the center or at the side, there is a very familiar blue shadow.

It was the blue shadow, who said to others in the flashing fragments that "the year is approaching", handed him a "I don't know the talisman in the talisman", and sneered at him and asked him "Are you hungry?" Coaxing him into buying a smoky red dress, Liang Liang sneered at him, "I'm not blind"...

The same blue shadow grabbed him, hugged him, and flew towards him again and again in the flashing fragments.

——It was what that person said: "If it's not a blessing, it's not bad to forget it."

... But he seems to have forgotten many blessings.

For example, some sunrises and sunsets, the glazed sea under the moon, some people’s smiles, and some moments of intimacy.

For some unknown reason, he was silently in a daze, letting the pictures in his mind flash by, and he clearly wanted to laugh because of those endless words, but his eyes were dazed.

The sudden tears were so strange that he raised his hand to caress the end of his eyes in a little daze, and his fingertips slid down a little bit, pressing on the corners of his tightly pursed lips.

Following his movements, layers of white mist covered his mind, and he seemed to be frozen for a moment. The last image that appeared was in the middle of a temple, and a statue with a grinning face was looking down at him.

As if it was this one he was in, or every temple they'd passed by lately—and it didn't.

Suddenly, it seemed to return to the moment when the wrist was grabbed by that person earlier, the skin that had been tightly grasped seemed to be slightly hot, pulling him to turn his head, asking him to take a closer look at everything in front of him.

It was as if a scene that was only stored in the brain suddenly surged out, like a tidal wave, it passed the hall in front of it inch by inch, causing the whole hall to collapse in illusion.

In the blink of an eye, the long-burning lamps fell over and went out.The bright and vivid lacquer paintings on the beams dimmed the colors and formed a cobweb.The spotless altar table was covered with thick dust, and Feng Ling's flowers and fruits were quickly rotted and shriveled, full of insect holes, and a dilapidated black umbrella was hung on the edge of the table.

A name plaque fell on the ground, covered with thick dust and footprints all over, but the four characters "Jiuling Tianzun" on it were still vaguely discernible.

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The moonlight was weak and soft, adding an iridescence to the small drizzle that the man in the tree casually conjured up.

After finishing a sarcasm of Ye Zhenglang, before the person at the other end of the paper crane could respond, Tan Fengyue's expression became slightly solemn, "The distant sea, the ravine, the bamboo gap... You reported to me that day, there are dozens of places that are The changeling aberrations are all taken care of. Anything else?"

Fu Duanshui's reply sounded cold, and it was rare for him to reply with a sarcasm: "The wind makes this, looking forward to the ghosts and ghosts in the world?"

Just talking about how Fengyue would suffer from her mouth, raised her eyebrows, and said in a cold and stinging way: "According to your sect, aren't these all merits and virtues, how can it be too much."

Fu Duanshui was not annoyed when he came back with a sneer, he just kept silent for a while, and then simply said: "If there is any abnormality, I will report it to the wind messenger."

Whether it is ridicule or sarcasm, it’s only interesting if you always come and go, so I punched the cotton like this, and I didn’t know how to answer the conversation for a while, "..."

After all, this Fu Xianzun and his emperor's younger brother have helped him a lot... He pondered for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice became more serious: "Fu Xianzun, tell me, in this world, those immortals and ghosts who's souls are scattered" Humans, mortal souls...are they all really annihilated?"

Never thinking about this question, Fu Duanshui was taken aback for a moment before answering: "Maybe."

Ignoring his ambiguous answer, Tan Fengyue lightly poked the small rainbow under the moon in his hand, and said to himself: "Perhaps the immortal does not know that among the heavenly beings, there are two heavenly kings, Yan Luo, who are located above the Three Realms." .One is in charge of the heavenly palace, and the other is in charge of the underworld. They are extremely capable, but they cannot directly intervene in the fate of mortals..."

Pursing his lips lightly, he said, "In other words, above the two of them, there should be a higher existence."

As the saying goes, the will of heaven is dark, Fu Duanshui frowned slightly at the end of the paper crane: "The so-called way of heaven?"

Talking about Fengyue is just a guess, imitating his ambiguity: "Maybe."

He smiled coolly again, as if abruptly jumping off the topic, "I've always wondered, Lord Yan's 'good intentions' to let Qin go... Nian Jiu's return to the soul, what is the reason for it?"

——If you want to see what is the purpose of a person doing something, you should not look at what twists and turns happened in the middle, but what kind of result is achieved in the end.

He slightly pursed his lips, but his eyes were cold, and he said softly: "Qin Nianjiu has recovered his soul, gone through ups and downs. There are so many elders in the Biezong, but now they can still be resurrected again, and even obtain the immortal status, and there is no sign from the heavens, or the punishment from the heavens—although it is reasonable, it is unreasonable, it is true... a bit strange."

Since it was the truth, Fu Duanshui didn't feel that his words were offensive, and responded lightly: "It's just a cause and effect of gratitude and resentment, and it's all about reciprocating, so there is no need for 'punishment'."

"Yes." Tan Fengyue gave a low chuckle if there was nothing, "so his resurrection this time, all the bones are empty, what he did was to kill those elders and avenge him. But his cause and effect."

I don't understand why he suddenly spoke the words of Che Jilu, Fu Duanshui frowned again, "Huh?"

Lightly brushing the drizzle from between her palms, Tan Fengyue lowered her eyes slightly and leaned against the branch, "If I say that Old Man Yan Luo let him back to life, it was just to let him go through a catastrophe so that he could become an immortal." ,Do you believe it?"

He didn't listen to Fu Duanshui's answer, so he laughed: "I don't believe it either."

Slowly, he stopped laughing again, and said coldly: "So, using his act of revenge to kill those elders is the result Yan Luo really wants."

Discussing heaven and man, Fu Duanshui pursed his lips, and stopped talking. Listening to him talking to himself, he continued: "Thinking about it carefully, nearly 200 years ago, the world was full of ghosts and disasters, and the people were in dire straits. At that time, there appeared A person with a fairy bone and spirit body killed millions of ghosts in a hundred years, and returned the world to peace. Being heartless and ruthless means that he will not be contaminated with karma. If there is no accident, he should have been able to devote himself to the Tao until the end, and then he can live in peace. After fulfilling my 'duty', I returned to heaven and earth safely..."

At this point, Tan Fengyue paused for a moment, and took a shallow breath, "——Unfortunately, in the end, he broke the way and fell into a demon. He gave the emperor a reason to disperse his bones, so as to put the world at ease. .”

In the silence of the moonlit night, Fu Duanshui listened quietly, but still only responded with silence.

She had no intention of worrying about what caused all this and whose fault it was. Tan Fengyue closed her eyes, not caring about his silence, and continued: "To secure the world, it means that these elders earn A large number of additional merits that they could hardly cultivate in their entire lives—"

Fu Duanshui's pupils trembled for a moment, and he finally understood.

That's right, a cultivator seeks the Tao, or seeks a pure heart; or seeks longevity; or only for the livelihood of the common people, and does not seek other things; or seeks the Tao-how can it be easy to ascend to the Tao?

In order to ascend to the top, cultivation, opportunity, celestial fate, and merit are all indispensable. According to the past, it is difficult for one person to achieve the Tao in an average of hundreds of years. Within a few years, all of them had the opportunity to ascend, but they——

As if she could see the surprise on his face through the paper crane, Tan Fengyue raised the corners of her lips again, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "There are three worlds of immortals, humans, and ghosts in the world. There are many ghosts, and there is only one person in this world. Spiritual body; Xianduo... then another person appeared in this world, turning his bones into a demon."

As if sighing softly, he whispered his conjecture: "So, I'm afraid the so-called Dao of Heaven is just a way of balance."

It was only at this time that he realized that what he said was just to answer his original question. Fu Duanshui finally stopped being silent, but continued his words in a deep groan: "The soul enters reincarnation, if you only seek balance, When you say 'soul flying away', isn't it..."

Yes, since the soul has to bear the karma and once enters the cycle of reincarnation, if the soul can be annihilated, it is like an hourglass that was originally airtight and suddenly a crack is broken, and no matter whether immortals, people, or ghosts, they will only leak out like quicksand. Fewer and fewer, even reincarnation is difficult to maintain, let alone balance?

The smile on the face finally became a bit more real, Tan Fengyue slightly nodded: "That's right."

Although he still can't figure out the deeper pass, but it is enough for him to figure out this level.

What rings in my ears is the phrase "There is no way to break the law, the way is clear" that Hengjian recited repeatedly, and the phrase "There must be a solution" that is persistent and loud in Sanjiu——

Tan Fengyue raised her eyes to look at the bright moon in the night, and said in a soft but firm voice: "Thus, even the soul that is 'flying away' must still exist somewhere in the world. It may be fragments or spiritual breath, but as long as you go to find it Find, try your best, and we will meet again one day."

A month ago, he was sending a message to him through Linghe, but when he heard him leave in a hurry, Fu Duanshui vaguely guessed what happened to that little ghost named Sanjiu.Hearing what he said now, I finally knew what the "important matter" he was talking about was, and why he was running around recently.

Feeling complicated in his heart, he sighed in a low voice, and said sincerely: "May the wind make you wish."

Tan Fengyue raised her lips and smiled, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

The two of them were just friends of gentlemen, and they were usually taciturn, they had nothing to talk about other than their business, it was rare that they talked so much, and they all fell silent by coincidence.

I don’t always like to share silence with others, Tan Fengyue lightly tapped the paper crane, hesitating to talk to him so much, is it inappropriate to immediately cut off the communication, but I heard Fu Duanshui cough lightly hesitantly With a sound, he opened his mouth full of hesitation: "I don't know Qin... is the immortal alright?"

Hearing his question, before Tan Fengyue could answer, the corners of her lips raised first.

Recently, the two of them got rid of evil together, as if they had returned to the past in the past, the time when they spent together in this life, the man's face was still cold, but he was able to handle a black umbrella very smoothly——

Thinking of his sudden approach to her earlier, Tan Fengyue's eyes softened, and she laughed twice.

"..." Unexplained by his laughter, Fu Duanshui moved the paper crane half an inch away without saying a word, "Wind Envoy?"

Only then did Tan Fengyue answer him as if waking up from a dream: "Okay, very good."

There was another silence from the other side of the paper crane, silently showing the other party's disbelief.

He smiled again, "Even if it's not good now, it will definitely be good in the future."

I really didn't know how to answer this, Fu Duanshui hesitated for a while, sighed silently, and replied: "That's good."

There was nothing else to say, the two exchanged a few more simple greetings, and then let the Zhihe dim its aura and fluttered back into its sleeves.

... A conversation with Fu Duanshui seems to be more exhausting than fighting for days.

He was not in a hurry to find Qin Nianjiu, but leaned back, leaned loosely between the treetops, and looked at the stars at night, the curve on his lips gradually faded.

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In the sky, the moonlight is always so cold and soft, as if it has dyed the flowing wind with a layer of translucent light, vainly surrounding the world.

Tan Fengyue leaned against the tree, looking at the stars and moon in the sky through the twigs, quietly fascinated.

Before the time came, what I had just said to Fu Duanshui could not be explained to that person yet.

It's not deliberate deception, it's just... how cruel it would be to let him know that he was just a pawn on the chessboard of Heaven's Dao for two whole lives.

How could he be willing.

He hasn't mentioned Sanjiu to that person yet, it's because he hasn't found out more clues yet, fearing that it will only cause that person to worry.

And he hasn't mentioned to that person the slight clues he has found, and he is trying to bring the little ghost back to life, because he is afraid in his heart.

——Fear of doing what you failed to do in the end, making others sad, and making yourself sad.

Thinking suddenly, Tan Fengyue pursed her lips slightly, frowned, and immediately ordered herself to sweep away the trace of "fear" and "fear", and regained her firmness.

Among the rustling branches and leaves, the drizzle and fallen leaves that emerged from his hands were still there, and with the movement of the silver fan, they spread out, making the thin rainbow connect the sky and the earth, coaxing his own eyes a soft.

——Why "fear"?It must work.

Not just for that person, but for himself.

It is always important to have self-knowledge, he knows it all too well, whether it is talking about Junying or talking about Fengyue, the two temperaments seem to be very different, and there is always a selfishness that is hard to change in their bones-and he does not think this is the case. What's wrong, and I don't intend to change it.

Thirty-nine, Guanshizong people are not only relatives of that person, but also his.

Qin Nianjiu Reincarnation One