Bone

The sky is high, the wind is clear and the sun is bright.The land is vast, and in the dense pine forest, three figures, one red, one blue and one white, are walking slowly towards the "Fuxiaotang" they called.

They clearly said, "Master seems to be angry", but there was no tension on their faces, and they didn't look anxious at all. On the contrary, they were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was very relaxed.On the contrary, Qin Nianjiu and Tan Fengyue followed behind them not too close or far away, their eyes following Po Dao's back, their footsteps and faces were heavy.

It is true that Podao mentioned in the illusion that Qingyuan City sent a message to his junior uncle, and they did arrive in Qingyuan... It was just a coincidence before, who would have thought that his junior uncle was Gongbuwang ? !

Looking at the relationship, Po Dao is Gong Buwang's nephew, and the white-clothed man who appeared in his illusion is his master, and he should be what they call "junior brother"—Tan Fengyue has a rare face, suspicious of this How could two strange things be connected together, "A zombie king who was born more than 60 years ago, and a Wujue who was cast nearly 60 years ago... two strange things suddenly appeared in such a small sect -"

Qin Nianjiu was puzzled, "...Small sect?"

Tan Fengyue held the handle of her fan against her palm, and hummed, "Master is looking for someone, and he sent his direct disciples to teach him, and the clothes he wears don't have a uniform standard, so it must be a small sect."

"It's just..." He frowned slightly, "Even the smallest sect is under the jurisdiction of the first sect. How could the first sect not ignore such a big mess?"

Now that the world is peaceful, there is nothing strange to talk about. What the storyteller loves to tell is the anecdotes of the sect in the troubled times of the previous generation. But he has wandered around the world for fifty years, but he has never heard of it. related story?

Even he had never heard of it, and Qin Nianjiu, a ghost who lived in the border area for a long time, had his eyes darkened, and he only listened worriedly to the three people talking and laughing in front of him.

"Really..." The sun was shining brightly on the top, and Gong Buwang put his hands on his forehead, narrowing his eyes with half amused and half complaining, "Master, that old-fashioned old man can get angry three times a day for a trivial matter." , either the rain has wet the file, or the fallen leaves in front of the stage have not been swept away... What is it for this time?"

"I don't know, the master didn't say anything..." Po Dao tilted his head and pondered for a while, "The files have been sorted out, the files have been handed in, and the yard has been swept..."

Brother Lan Yi chuckled, apparently not worried about what his master was angry about, he just reached out and tapped the side of Po Dao's forehead, "I sorted out the files, handed in the files, and swept the yard... busy , can you do your homework?"

"I've done it," Po Dao nodded hastily, "I've finished my homework before going to work."

Gongbu smiled when he heard the words, his face was full of approval, and he hooked his hands affectionately to shave his face, "If you work hard enough, you will definitely have a lot to do in the future!"

Brother Lanyi also laughed and said: "When we Hengjian cultivates to ascend——I have already thought about the title, how about 'Duheng Venerable'?"

"Hard to hear!" Gong Buwang raised his eyebrows, and pointed his phoenix eyes at him, "Who knows which 'Du Heng' it is, it should be the medicine for dispelling wind and relieving pain!"

All three laughed.

Qin Nianjiu and Tan Fengyue listened to their laughter in silence, and looked at the young man who was a little embarrassed by being praised - he had no future, and he could not do anything, he failed to become "Honor Du Heng" , but resurrected with resentment and became the zombie king.

— before their very eyes.

The slow breeze gently crushed the laughter and scattered it into the air, and the sunlight fell from the gaps in the leaves, cutting out a fragmented shadow on the ground.Gong Buwang shielded himself from the sun with his hands, sighed after laughing, and then complained to her master, "Really, when is it bad to be angry, I have to choose noon, so that I can't take a lunch break, and I still want to be exposed to the sun... ..."

"It's really a small town lord with thousands of gold and wealth, gold is very expensive." Brother Lanyi laughed and teased her, "The wind can't blow, the sun can't shine—"

After being teased, Gong Buwang not only did not show embarrassment at all, but raised his chin slightly, "Of course. How can you wrong yourself in your lifetime?"

Brother Lanyi clicked his tongue twice, making a gesture to cover Hengjian's ears, then leaned over and whispered to him: "...you must not be like your little uncle, you are afraid of being splashed with blood if you kill a ghost Dirty new clothes..."

Heng Jian nodded honestly, "Yes."

"What are you muttering about!" Gong Buwang glared at the two of them, and pulled Heng Jian to his side, "Don't listen to your uncle, let me tell you, to cultivate the Tao, you must first cultivate your heart, and you must rely on your heart." Do whatever you want, do whatever you want—”

Heng Jian nodded honestly again, "Yes."

"You nod whoever says yes..." Finding that his nodding seemed serious but perfunctory, Gong Buwang pulled him closer, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Tell me, who do you listen to?"

Heng Jian grinned, his eyes gleaming, and he pointed to a bamboo house not far away along the road, "I will listen to my master!"

"..." Red smoke flew across Gong Buwang's face, and he was pushed away. After a long time, he snorted softly, and poked his forehead with his fingertips, "It's true...others are foolish, loyal, and filial." , I think you are foolish and respectful!"

"Huh?" Heng Jian tilted his head pretending to be puzzled, "What 'Foolish Old Man', the one who moved mountains?"

The three laughed again.

Qin Nianjiu looked at the backs of the three people in different colors, and the more he heard them talking and laughing, the more complicated his feelings became.It is not difficult to see that although this sect is small, the relationship between the disciples is harmonious - why later... What happened to cause the young man with a clear smile to die of resentment, so that he became a poisonous miasma? The cloaked zombie king made Gong Buwang, who didn't want to wrong him at all, forget this past, and became a "unconscious" who stayed in a ghost city?

The black umbrella hung obliquely around his neck, covering Xiao Ban's sight. He lowered his head in thought, and only followed the three people forward slowly, but he didn't realize that Tan Fengyue beside him had already stopped in a daze and was landed on the ground. later.

What Cai Hengjian was referring to was exactly the bamboo house they were in that day in the illusion of breaking the Tao.

Just like the simple and plain furnishings in the house, the bamboo house looks unpretentious from the outside, without any extra decorations, as if blending into the green bamboo planted beside the house.

Tan Fengyue stood in place, looking at the bamboo house from a distance, a sense of horror quickly climbed into his eyes from the bottom of his heart, causing waves of turbulent ripples to appear in his usually calm peach eyes——

His ability to see things has always been excellent, and his ability to recognize things has never been bad. On that day, Qin Nianjiu was holding the small window looking out in the bamboo house, facing the direction where he was at the moment. There was a light "knock knock", so through the window I could see the red-brown antique shelves they had played with that day.

Just like what I saw that day, there are small gadgets on the antique shelf, such as wind gourds, beauty fans, colorful ocarinas... rattle drums.

The rattle was crimson all over, a few pieces of paint were missing, and a few beads were missing from the lace.

——It was exactly the same as the "thank you gift" he had given to the boy in white in his strange dream.

The sense of horror gradually flooded Tianling, nailing him in place.In my mind, the young man in white with blurred face and cold voice gradually overlapped with the man in white who cherished words like gold, making him unable to move, and fell into a completely blank daze from the inside out, and even gave birth to Feeling at a loss for what to do, there is only one vain and pale question in my heart:

……why?

——"Old talk!"

With a sudden return to consciousness, his body turned his head away faster than his consciousness. It turned out that Qin Nianjiu, who was too dull, finally realized that the person beside him was gone. What! People are almost gone!"

Tan Fengyue was still stunned, she moved up and followed him numbly, and walked to his side.

He has always been cold-faced and lacks expression. Qin Nianjiu is used to being insensitive, so he couldn't notice his abnormality. He just grabbed his wrist and hurriedly took him as if he was stopping to look at the bamboo house he saw that day. He rushed forward, "What's so interesting, I haven't seen enough in the illusion that has been repeated over and over again? I'm about to vomit!"

As if to dispel the complicated and inexplicable feeling in his heart, Qin Nianjiu took out that heartless posture, and talked to Tan Fengyue Xuxu while walking, "...you talk about this sect, Small is small, but there are many strange things, one and two are weird and not doing their job properly, one doesn't do his homework and goes to forge swords, one is a city lord and doesn't care about things, one..."

Thinking of the word "broken way" that the Zombie King was chanting even when he was about to dissipate, he coughed lightly, "Well, at least that balance is quite hardworking..."

The sound of each sentence passed by, Tan Fengyue only responded with a single tone, and even forgot to break away from the grasped hand, the three words were still in his mind:

……why?

...Why did he lose his memory, why did all kinds of strange things happen in this sect, why did he have a relationship with this sect, why did all these strange things go together? ...

The hand clasped on his wrist suddenly tightened, forcibly interrupting his chaotic thoughts.He frowned slightly, and managed to regain his sobriety, "Huh?"

The ghost beside him paused for a moment, stood on tiptoe and looked forward, "I saw that Laoshizi 'Fu Xiaotang'... Hey, the man in white seems to be there too!"

According to the three people, Fu Xiaotang is not far ahead, and they can vaguely see two figures, one gray and one white, standing inside the door.

Qin Nianjiu, who was following behind, could see it, and the three people walking in front had also seen it, Heng Jian suddenly exclaimed in surprise and joy: "Ah, Master is back!"

Seeing Hengjian trotting over like a fish swimming in the water, Gong Buwang snorted coldly and turned his face away, "... Heh, he said he was going down the mountain to clear up the chaos, and it took him sixteen days to go. Fortunately, he knew he would come back."

Brother Lanyi couldn't see the expression on his face, and smiled at her gently, "You should remember to count the days."

I don't know what kind of entangled scene the three brothers and sisters get together... Qin Nianjiu stretched his neck with great interest, watching Na Gong not wanting to be reluctant to join hands with senior brother Lanyi Walking towards Fuxiao Hall, Tan Fengyue also looked at the white figure with complicated eyes.

But just when Gong Buhuang raised his step and was about to cross the threshold and saw the man in white, the vivid picture in front of him suddenly froze and fell to the ground like pieces of brittle glass, replaced by something that seemed to be able to swallow him. The endless blackness of all colors attacked them from all directions in a distorted manner.

"What's going on?!" Qin Nianjiu's eyes widened, "Deep nightmare?!"

Before Tan Fengyue, who also showed astonishment, could react, the endless blackness swept in swiftly and violently, covering them involuntarily.

——But it didn't mean to swallow the two of them in, but instead forced the two of them out of the dream with an irresistible repulsion!

……

...Did Gong Buwang wake up?

No, she was still asleep in the bed with her eyes closed.

That is... touching the limit she was set?

What kind of restriction is it that can even restrict dreams?

... Could it be a prohibition? !

The laughter of the three people seemed to still linger in their ears, but the scene in front of them had already returned to the ever-popular Buwang Pavilion.Qin Nianjiu regained consciousness a little bit, and was about to make a sound when Tan Fengyue, who woke up earlier, covered his mouth.

It's just that it's still too late - just as he uttered half a sound, Gong Buwang on the bed slowly opened his eyes.There was still a bit of sleepiness on her face, but when she sensed someone else's breath in the room, she woke up instantly, turned over and sat up in shock, and met the eyes of Tan and Qin through the heavy veil, and said coldly He shouted, "What are you two doing here?!"

"..."

Realizing that her memory had gone back a long way, Tan Fengyue flicked her cuff very lightly, transferred the remaining talisman ash in the incense burner to her hand and squeezed it.Qin Nianjiu also reacted quickly, and tentatively pretended to be confused: "Ah? Today, today is the fifteenth day, Miss Gong asked us to go with us to supervise the work...?"

Gong Buwangxiu's brows were tightly furrowed, and she felt dizzy—she really remembered that she wanted to monitor these two people, so she called them to supervise the work together... Then, why did she wake up in bed?

It was only in a dream that I got a glimpse of her temperament. If what she said was wrong, she would definitely refute it... Qin Nianjiu had a little confidence in his mind, and continued calmly: "Then we supervised the work together at noon, the sun was too hot, and Miss Gong said Afraid of the sun, I want to go back to my room for a lunch break, so I left first—”

She is indeed afraid of the sun, and she does have the habit of taking a lunch break... Feeling dizzy, Gong Buhuang rubbed her forehead, and said with a little impatience: "...Then what are you doing in my room?"

"This..." Qin Nianjiu glanced at the sky outside the window, roughly estimated the time, and immediately pretended to be surprised, "It's already past the time of the year!...In the competitions on weekdays, the palace girls are always on time, but today I didn't show up all the time, and I was worried that something happened, so I came here... Cough, I didn't expect the girl to oversleep."

"..." Turning his head to look out the window, it was indeed dark.Gong Buwang really thought that he had fallen asleep, so he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, but he was absolutely unwilling to admit that he had forgotten the Bijou because of oversleeping, so he said stubbornly: "Why oversleep, the Bijou was set by me, whether I come or not Shouldn't it be up to me to decide whether to come or go? I just decided not to compete today, and I want to rest for a day, but you all come to disturb me!"

... As expected of a rich and wealthy little city lord, he is really good at making arguments.Qin Nianjiu nodded repeatedly, and smiled stiffly, "...We were the ones who were abrupt."

"...Forget it, I don't care about you. Let's move today's competition to tomorrow morning." Gong Buwang was still dizzy, and waved his hand pretending to be calm, "Go out."

……

As soon as Fang withdrew from the Buwang Pavilion, Qin Nianjiu poked Tan Fengyue with the handle of an umbrella, and said angrily, "Wash the ashes of the talisman! Isn't the wad of paper she wrote on you, why don't you show it to her?"

Tan Fengyue patted off the black ash in her hands with a cold face, frowned and washed her hands twice carefully with the formula, then raised her eyebrows and answered him, "Show her, and then what? Tell Gong Buwang that she is a Zongmen people, somehow suffered from amnesia, somehow returned to Qingyuan, and the master nephew died before somehow, became the zombie king?"

Although it is not the first time that he was choked by such a cold voice, but this time... Qin Nianjiu was very sensitive once, and found that he seemed a little irritable, and looked at him suspiciously, "...what's the matter, you took explosives ?”

"..." Tan Fengyue also realized that she had gone too far. She pressed a cold folding fan to her palm, suppressed the gloom in her heart, and said in a more casual tone when she spoke again, "That Hengjian became the king of zombies." , she has become what she is now, no matter what happened in the past... It will not be a good thing. Look at her now, living a peaceful life, not thinking about amnesia, no Are you having a good time?"

He deliberately didn't want to associate himself with that sect, but the more he remembered the figure of the boy in white.The moonlight flowed down and folded on the silver fan in his hand. He looked down at the silver fan in his hand, as if he was saying that the palace is not arrogant, and it seemed that he was talking about his own hesitation, "...the words are haunted by forgetfulness, and the past is erased. ... If it is not a lucky thing, why not forget it?"

Qin Nianjiu was slightly taken aback, and inevitably remembered his horrible "sweet dream".After a while, he lowered his eyes thoughtfully, and murmured: "...Really."