Bone

"..."

Qin Nianjiu hastily took a step back, and pulled away from Tan Fengyue in embarrassment, but refused to suffer, "... Patriarch, did you speak up earlier?"

Tan Fengyue's eyes were turned into two peaches by Luo Qingyu's tears, the tip of her nose was red, her lips were bitten off, she looked miserable.With this miserable look on his face, he straightened the clothes that had been crumpled by Luo Qingyu with a gloomy expression, and remained silent for a long while.He didn't raise his eyes to look at Qin Nianjiu until his green clothes were as clean as new, "Who are you?"

The tone of his question was very flat, but he quickly and fiercely spread the folding fan with his hand, and raised the thin and sharp edge of the fan to Qin Nianjiu's throat.

The resentment in his body kept surging, Qin Nianjiu's spirit was still a little unstable, he couldn't escape his sudden attack, his Adam's apple rolled subconsciously, and a thin bloodstain was cut by the edge of the fan.

——We just finished dealing with Rakshasa's personal affairs together, so there should be some kind of friendship, right?How can this person turn his face when he turns his face? !

The slit on the neck was stinging. It should have been a dangerous situation, but Qin Nianjiu looked at his pink crying face, and couldn't feel any tension. He just felt angry and nervous. funny.

"Aren't you going to talk nicely..." He waved Tan Fengyue's wrist away with the umbrella body, and covered Sisi's blood-oozing throat, "I'm a good person!"

Tan Fengyue didn't exert much effort at first, and didn't push the fan back after being swung away, but just stared at him coldly, and asked again, "Who are you?"

Qin Nianjiu laughed, "I said, why are you so curious..."

In the middle of speaking, he was pierced by his eyes like ice picks, and when he looked at his hand again, he even pinched the Soul Splitting Art.Qin Nianjiu's voice gradually decreased, and he muttered dissatisfiedly, "...annoying".

You can't escape, you can't fight, he sighed compromisingly, and pointed to his face, "With your cultivation, it's not difficult to open your eyes, can you see my true face? "

Tan Fengyue nodded slightly, and answered bluntly, "Well, it's not very pretty."

He had seen it earlier when he stopped him outside the temple. The soul of this man was shrouded in a thick black mist, and he couldn't see his facial features clearly. He could only vaguely see two pools of blood and tears in his eye sockets. He was extremely resentful, and he didn't know how much grievance he had in his death, so he became like this, and he had to use the dead body to return his soul to repay.

"..." Qin Nianjiu gritted his teeth angrily, "...Did I let you watch this?"

Probably misunderstood his meaning again, Tan Fengyue still held on to the Soul Splitting Art and did not let go, but her tone calmly comforted him, "You can choose to be beautiful or ugly, so you don't need to pay too much attention to it."

"..."

Qin Nianjiu looked at the sky speechlessly, endured it again and again, and saw that he did not turn against him in the face of the Soul Splitting Art, and said in a blunt tone: "To put it simply, I have been like this since I can remember, you have to ask me Who is it... To be honest, I don’t know myself.”

As he said that, he raised the wooden plaque of "Tianzun Protector" on his wrist, and further explained: "So I really didn't pick up random names to trick you, I didn't know what my name was, so I just picked a name..."

Tan Fengyue couldn't tell whether he believed it or not, and he still looked at him coldly, "Since you can't remember the past, why do you want to use the corpse to revive your soul?"

The act of returning the soul from a dead body is against the way of heaven, and if it is not done well, it will be smashed to death. Generally speaking, no Taoist would easily take such a shame unless there is some huge appeal.

Anyway, after talking, Qin Nianjiu was confident that this person would not really accept him, so he poked the ground with the tip of his umbrella, and said calmly: "I came from below, do you know the border?... It's normal if you don't know , anyway, it’s a boundary that doesn’t touch. I’ve been there for more than 60 years, and I can’t get out or get out. I will come back to collect the bones, and after I collect the bones, I will be able to enter reincarnation..."

So, it was heaven that brought him back to life?Tan Fengyue frowned slightly, and after a while, slowly moved the silver fan away and put it away.

When Qin Nianjiu saw him close the fan, he knew that he had let himself go, so he couldn't help but heave a long sigh of relief, and then heard him say coolly for no reason, "I have taken care of others for at least 20 years without saying a word." Resentment, you have a kind heart."

"...Isn't it to see her poorly?"

Unexpectedly, he saw all of this, Qin Nianjiu laughed dryly, "Anyway, I'm not, I'm already full of resentment, as the saying goes... oh, how many debts do you have?"

Tan Fengyue glanced at him, turned and walked away.

"Hey..." Qin Nianjiu hastily followed, "Don't just talk about it by me, I have uncovered all the old stories here, how about you, Patriarch? What is your origin, where is your family name, and what sect and school did you study under?"

The identities of the two are different, and their strengths are different. He just asks such a casual question without expecting that Tan Fengyue will answer him honestly, and Tan Fengyue really has no intention of answering.

With his back to Qin Nianjiu, he stood still beside the human lamp, stretched out his hand a little too slowly, and retracted his hand when he was about to touch the human lamp.

After being silent for a long while, he turned his head to look at Qin Nianjiu, and raised his fan at the human lamps, "Dirty...cough, I'll tell you after you clean up these things."

Qin Nianjiu: "..."

After the human lamps in the whole village are collected and arranged properly—that is, Qin Nianjiu will be the coolie, dragging and carrying the people's lamps together in one place, and burn them out, then Tan Fengyue will form a group. The requiem formation, crossing it—the dawn has cut through the night like a sharp knife.

After working all night, they were bothered by everything. Both of them had unsightly complexions. One leaned against the dead tree at the entrance of the village to rest for a while, and the other sat down beside the tree as if he had no bones.

Qin Nianjiu took it for granted that it was the boneless one, and the black umbrella that was stretched out was stuck around his neck, covering him from the morning sun.He shrank under the umbrella like a puddle of mud, and said weakly: "...can we talk now, Tan Xianjun?"

At the same time, he thought to himself that if this person dared to turn his back on what he said, even if he tried his best to lose his soul, he would definitely kill him once.

Fortunately, Tan Fengyue is a big promise, and he didn't give him a chance to lose his soul, so he said calmly, "My memory is damaged, and I also don't remember my origin, where I came from, and I don't remember that I studied under He Zong. He Pai."

... What is the difference between saying this and not saying it? !

Qin Nianjiu didn't even have the strength to stare at him, so he responded with a long silence, "..."

Tan Fengyue obviously realized that she was a bit unkind, and she really didn't know what to say, so she made a suggestion, "That's good. If you want to know anything, you can ask, and I will answer, and I will tell you everything. "

Qin Nianjiu lacked interest, and glanced at him through the hole in the umbrella, "Answer any questions?"

Tan Fengyue nodded, "Any questions must be answered."

"...Okay, let me think about it—" Qin Nianjiu turned the handle of the umbrella and asked the most basic question, "Your real surname is Tan?"

"It should be." Tan Fengyue replied.Before Qin Nianjiu could roll his eyes at his ambiguous answer, he handed the folding fan in front of him, and showed him the words engraved on the fan bones, "Although I can't remember the past, but since I have memories, I have brought Holding this spiritual fan, it is contracted with me, and Tan's surname is engraved on it, so it should be correct."

The explanation is quite detailed.Qin Nianjiu believed for a little bit what he said, knowing everything without saying anything, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind-heavenly, the two of them met by chance, and both of them have damaged memories and don't remember the past, so there must be some karma, right?

Then he hurriedly asked: "When did you remember...?"

Tan Fengyue answered accurately, "52 years ago."

"Oh……"

Then the time will not be right.Qin Nianjiu was a little disappointed, and asked earnestly: "Then how old are you?"

The human world is full of aura, the average lifespan of a cultivator is long, and it is not a problem for a person who attains the Tao to live for two or three hundred years. Although he has a handsome face that is too young, he may actually be a hundred-year-old monster. what origin...

Tan Fengyue seemed to have never considered this issue, she was a little stunned, and then reached out to touch the back of her neck.For a moment, he frowned slightly in confusion, "The bone age is also... 52 years old."

Now it's completely out of line. He was still working in the borderland 52 years ago.Although I don't know what's wrong with this person, it has nothing to do with him.Qin Nianjiu sighed in his heart, he thought it was such a coincidence that he could meet his old friend as soon as he regained his soul.

only……

He secretly raised his eyes to look at Tan Fengyue, he didn't expect this man to do everything with an old god, and he looked calm, but based on the bone age alone, he was still a younger brother.

Tan Fengyue caught his meaningful sight, and was a little hairy, and temporarily suppressed the puzzlement in her heart, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"..." Being caught peeping, Qin Nianjiu gave a dry cough, and didn't dare to call his younger brother, only said: "I think you can have such a cultivation level at such a young age, you are really a genius in heaven."

He was just using pretty words as a cover, but he didn't feel that he was flattered at all when he talked about Fengyue. He nodded with a very natural expression, "Well, indeed."

Qin Nianjiu: "..."

Doesn't this person know how to write the word self-modesty?

Unable to continue, he looked at Tan Fengyue with his head propped up without words, and suddenly thought: "With a spiritual weapon, you can't remember the past... Hey, you are not like the Qin Tianzun who borrowed my name. Raised in the ground, right?"

If it is said that he was raised by nature, then the problems on his body are not surprising.

"Probably not," Tan Fengyue shook her head, "It's just that my memory is damaged, not that I don't remember the past at all. Apart from some magic spells, there are still some scattered pictures."

"But..." He lowered his eyes and stroked the fan bones habitually, "I don't remember the details."

"Scattered pictures?" Qin Nianjiu was a little curious, "For example?"

"It's just some blurred color blocks," the picture is too fragmented, I haven't found any clues for more than 50 years, and Tan Fengyue didn't hide it, "Vaguely, it seems that there is a figure—"

Hearing these words, Qin Nianjiu's lingering suspicion was kindled again, and he pointed at himself jokingly, "Hey, maybe that person is me?"

Tan Fengyue listened, and looked at him carefully for a long while, and still opened her eyes to examine his truth.

Then, he shook his head earnestly, and said in a plain and straightforward tone that could not hide his sincerity, "To tell you the truth, I love beauty. The one I can never forget must be a beauty, and it must not be your ghostly appearance."

Qin Nianjiu: "..."