Bone

Raise your hand, and there will be a waterfall rushing down from the eaves; turn your hand, and there will be colorful falling flowers mixed with it; turn your hand, and the falling flowers will turn into rabbits in a blink of an eye...

Sanjiu in Qifuli thought staying in this mansion was boring earlier, but now he was very excited, standing with two paper corners on the table, looking at them dizzyingly, patting the other two paper corners on top of each other. He praised "good-looking" and "powerful", and kept shouting: "Turn into a gourd again! Turn into, uh... into a rock candy!"

He was only seven or eight years old when he died, and he had never seen too many things, so he racked his brains thinking about what else could be changed, "—and, again, become a candied haws!"

Ye Jinzhu and Ye Yunting went back to the National Master Tower together with him, and they were quite familiar with him, and they didn't feel annoyed after listening to his blind instructions, and showed him the objects he was pointing at one by one.

Tan Fengyue also stood by with 12 points of patience, seeing and appreciating the things they transformed one by one, and from time to time coolly mentioned one or two, "The water is not enough, and the waterfall is not smooth."

"The wood energy is too strong, and the flower color is too bright."

"Lack of gold energy, candied haws—"

His voice paused, as if he didn't know how to speak, Qin Nianjiu, who was sitting lazily nearby, looked at the two little leaves with a slightly weird expression, "...have you never seen candied haws?"

How can anyone turn candied gourds into candied gourds, that is, big gourds with a layer of sugar hanging on them?

"...cough cough." Ye Jinzhu waved away the gourd ladle in his hand with some embarrassment, and hugged his hands in front of his chest to cover up, "It's just a small mistake..."

Ye Yunting also shook hands, squeezed the crushed rock candy away, and asked Tan Fengyue for a general comment with some anticipation and some trepidation, "How is it?"

How about asking, this person is not self-aware!The body made of three-nine-one twisted paper talismans rushed to respond: "It's amazing!"

Even talking about Fengyue, I have to admit that the talents of these two little leaves are really good, especially this Ye Yunding's understanding of magic spells is extremely high, which is even better than that Ye Jinzhu... He nodded, Say what you think, "Talent, understanding, and hard work are all in place. You can't relax in the future."

Turning to Ye Jinzhu again, "You still owe some time."

Ye Jinzhu curled his lips when he heard the words, but he was not unconvinced and admitted it honestly, "Yes."

Qin Nianjiu couldn't stop laughing as he watched from the sidelines, thinking that this patriarch really looked like an old and prudent master——

Seeing that Ye Jinzhu lightly brushed Sanjiu's fragile talisman body, he said strangely: "Didn't it mean that this spell is ineffective against ghosts? Why can it see it?"

... May I ask the ancestors who had the leisurely transformation illusion to show a deed?Tan Fengyue couldn't figure out why this was the case, so she could only guess ambiguously: "Maybe it's because he lives in the talisman, relying on 'feeling' instead of seeing it with eyes. Or maybe it's because he is a ghost servant boy. , the status is special."

Hearing what he said, the paper talisman standing on the table immediately twisted the corner of the paper in a smug gesture, and the funny gesture caused the whole room to laugh.

—— Tan Fengyue raised the corner of her lips with a half-smile.After the results were displayed, the comments were commented, and those who had questions were answered perfunctorily, he only breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced at the self-satisfied ghost, and hinted at the two little leaves again: "Then Nothing else. I guess you still have some homework to do..."

"Yes, yes!" Ye Jinzhu hurriedly said, "The last time we were punished to copy the "Miao Zhuang Lotus Sutra" left a little—"

It's a pity that they escaped under the persuasion of the prince Ji Zhuoran, and shelved the punishment of copying the scriptures. However, the elders of the sect will come to the imperial capital in a few days. They will report their mistakes, so it is impossible not to finish copying this tome of scriptures...

Tan Fengyue felt very relieved when she heard the words, she could drive them away in her heart, but she pretended to be sympathetic "Oh?" on her face, and urged: "Then why don't you hurry up—"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Yunting quickly took out a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and two stacks of frighteningly thick scriptures from his sleeves, "Here, I brought them here!"

"..." Tan Fengyue was speechless for a while, and took a light breath, "..."

Seeing this scene, Qin Nianjiu almost couldn't stop laughing, it took a lot of effort to hold back his laughter, and stepped forward to give the ancestor a hand, "That's all."

Seeing that the two little Ye Zis didn't plan to leave at all, he couldn't help but tugged at Tan Fengyue, and whispered to him, "Let them stay here to accompany Sanjiu to relieve boredom."

And Sanjiu had already climbed onto Ye Jinzhu's shoulder with all four corners, gloating and laughing non-stop, "Quick copy, quick copy—I'll help you sharpen the ink!"

It seemed that there was no room left for her to speak, Tan Fengyue could only watch helplessly as the two little leaves moved the small stool under Sanjiu's command, put the table on the table, and finally put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone together. Arranged on the top, and flicked the back of the pendulum, I copied the scriptures, "..."

"The patriarch is magnanimous—" Qin Nianjiu pulled him with a smile, pulled him aside and pressed him to sit down, and said to him in a good voice, "The patriarch is generous—"

...How can I make it look like I have a small mind.Tan Fengyue glanced at this ghost coolly, but said nothing in the end, seeing him suddenly walk over again, asked the two little leaves for an extra set of paper and pen, then turned around happily and put the paper and pen in The small case next to their hands was spread out, "It's just right, so I won't bother talking about family members asking for paper and pens..."

Seeing his posture, Tan Fengyue understood, and said calmly: "Are you planning to write a letter to your 'dead ghost Qingqing' again?"

"Hey!" Qin Nianjiu leaned on the stool and gave him a disapproving look, "It's not what it used to be, how can I write like this again——"

As he said that, he rubbed the brush casually, and the four big characters of "Brother Ghost Escort" were written in the pen, and he continued with the phrase "Seeing the words is like meeting" in a flamboyant manner.

"How can I say that the matter of the national teacher has come to an end..." Qin Nianjiu glanced at the two little leaves, lowered his voice a little, and buried his head in writing, "—I will give you a letter first."

"..." Tan Fengyue sat across from him, looked down at the upside-down word "Ghost Escort Brother", and then raised her eyes to look at the ghost who was writing, feeling a bit dumbfounded, and no longer bothered with him The matter of "dead ghost Qingqing", he just shook his head, then poured two cups of hot tea sideways, and moved one of the cups to Qin Nianjiu's hand.

There are four people in the room, and three of them are writing at their desks, and the sound of scratching the paper with the tip of the pen can be heard endlessly.

Sanjiu lay on Ye Jinzhu's shoulders for a while, and grabbed Ye Yunting's arm for a while, habitually asking them in a low voice from time to time which words should be pronounced and what they mean... Ye Yunting was still patient, He will tell him one by one, but Ye Jinzhu can't help but tease him with words. The two children are at each other's hearts, and when they come and go, it is inevitable that they will mix up a few words, and it will become one person and one character. The scene of bickering non-stop and Ye Yun standing by and helplessly persuading, if Fengyue coughed coldly, they would die down in an instant, and go back honestly to copy the scriptures——

"..." Once again stopped the two people who were arguing over there, Tan Fengyue sighed silently while holding the hot tea, pinched the bridge of her nose tiredly, and turned her head to see that the ghost was still there What to write, as if writing endlessly—then there was another speechless pause, "..."

I saw that the paper Qin Nianjiu pressed under his palm was full of pages, and it was full of flattery about him:...Fortunately, I met a beautiful woman by chance.This person's appearance is the best in his generation, his morals are profound and unpredictable, and he is gentle and polite.

The abuse of rhetoric and exaggerated wording really made him unable to bear to take another look.

Just when he was speechless and aphasic, Qin Nianjiu wrote the last stroke on his side. After drying the ink, he reviewed it several times carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.

"..." Tan Fengyue looked at him with a half-smile, and nodded cooperatively, "Tianzun has a good literary talent."

Qin Nianjiu had been with him for a long time, and he didn't learn anything else. He had learned a lot about thick skin, and raised his head without objection, "That's—"

He laughed again: "After all, this is the only friend I have, and I must inform him, so that we will meet again in the future—"

Realizing the circumstances under which he would be "destined" to meet the ghost, he paused for a while, and said "bah" three times, and awkwardly pushed the pen and paper towards Tan Fengyue, "Well, you It must be difficult to meet the ghost messenger... Come on, how many greetings on paper?—”

Also, it's always good to be courteous.Tan Fengyue didn't hesitate, just followed him and took the pen and the stack of papers, glanced roughly at it, finally found a space among the ink and ink on the paper, picked up the pen and wrote down a sentence: long time famous.

Then he wrote: Seeing words is like meeting.

... After writing this sentence, I don't know what else to write.He picked up the paper lightly, borrowed the breeze to dry the ink marks, and rested his head to look at the writing on the paper.

Hearing that Sanjiu was arguing with Ye Jinzhu again in a low voice, the left and right sides had finished writing their letters, and they were happy to go over to join in the fun, Qin Nianjiu relaxed his muscles and bones, and walked over, "What are you arguing about again?" Woolen cloth--"

Far from being as intimidating as Tan Fengyue, the three who were making noise saw him coming, not only did not have the slightest intention to stop, but instead complained to him, "We want to copy the scriptures, he But they have been teasing us!"

"That's not true! It's obviously you who are unsure!"

"Shh, shhh—"

……

The sound of each sentence turned into a wind blowing to the ear, but Tan Fengyue still focused on the paper.

As early as when he was in Xibei Village, he had seen this ghost write letters once, and knew that his handwriting was quite strong, not as wanton as his handwriting, but stronger than his handwriting.

But along the way from now on, he always intentionally or unintentionally did not read the letter that the ghost wrote to him, so he never paid attention to the geometry of his handwriting, so that he only realized now——

His fingertips tightened slightly as he pinched the paper, and his brows frowned unconsciously: Is there something wrong with these ghostly words...?

"Hey, it's obvious that you are restless. Either you copied slowly, or copied sloppy, like a ghost's talisman-but it's my fault!" With his chest up, he confidently refuted Ye Jinzhu's accusation, then twisted the corner of the paper and jumped to where Ye Yun stopped, pointing to the scriptures in front of him and said: "I'm also talking next to him, look at him, you can copy it." Much better, fast and neat, and the handwriting is beautiful!"

After being praised for no reason by the little ghost who could only read a lot, Ye Yunting scratched his head embarrassedly and smiled, and said modestly: "Where is it..."

Qin Nianjiu has always watched the excitement without taking it too seriously, and he has even taken it as a great pleasure to watch the leaves being devastated, and he seems to be pertinent to chime in, "Indeed, I think Yun Ting's handwriting is really good——"

"Ye Yunting is a well-known good character in our sect," Ye Jinzhu angrily brushed off the paper talisman, and glared at Qin Nianjiu even more angrily, "It's fine to compare with you, but to compare with him How can I compare?!"

"Oh?" Qin Nianjiu looked at him amusedly, wanting to tease him to the end, "Do you think my handwriting is better than yours?"

As he spoke, he stooped to pick up the pen he had placed at hand, held his breath, calmed down, and continued the scriptures he hadn't finished copying:

Dharma for the four congregations, through thousands of billions of kalpas, said the wonderful law without leakage, saving countless sentient beings.Afterwards, when you enter Nirvana, like smoke and lamps go out——

Ye Jinzhu was quite arrogant, and he still had a bit of self-confidence. After reading his words clearly, his self-confidence was like a ball pierced by a needle point, and his brain was exhausted. It was unbelievable. Eyes widened, "You you you you..."

He originally thought that this evil cultivator's daily demeanor was so lazy, that his handwriting must be like a person's, with no shape at all, but he didn't expect his handwriting to be so beautiful, with iron and silver hooks, and every stroke was full of muscles and bones, which made him stare dumbfounded. go.

Ever since Qin Nianjiu came back from reincarnation, no matter whether it was writing letters or drawing talismans, he was just at his fingertips. He had never written a single word with such care and attention. Page, the first time he turned around and held the page in front of Tan Fengyue as if showing off, "Old Ancestor—"

And Tan Fengyue just stared blankly, a deep chill spread rapidly from the extremities to his heart, making him almost trembling from the cold.

Ye Jinzhu on the side was still exclaiming, Ye Yunting was also admiring, Sanjiu and Youyou laughed along with him, and shouted for Qin Nianjiu to write more articles, Qin Nianjiu responded with a smile... He But I can't hear it at all.

—his handwriting.

——His handwriting is exactly the same as the copybook written by the man in white on the table in the bamboo hut in the Illusion of Breaking Dao.

……

Everything, everything, the details that he had never cared about or pondered over were suddenly piled up, ruthlessly pierced into his mind, and floated before his eyes——

Why does he act like he has never tasted the five flavors.

Why would he be disgusted with Zongmen people for no reason.

Why did the eyeballs in the spirit box of the Hongling Sacrifice Formation respond to his words obediently, without any resistance, and obediently blend into his body.

Why did Podao mutter that "Master" in vain.

Why can he understand the incantations written by Gong Buwang and Guoshi on Qingyuan's formation.

Why does Gong Buwang treat him kindly for no reason, but hates him so much.

Why was he able to dismantle Gong Buwang's moves one by one, and Gong Buwang was able to defend them one by one.

Why did Mr. Tan talk about him so warmly——

……

Everything, everything... just because he is him.

Before meeting him, he used hexagrams to make divinations and asked him where the figure in his mind was now, and the result of the divination was always the word "nothing", telling him that he was nowhere to be found.

After meeting him, what I got was the word "nothing", but I don't need to look for it anymore!

It is he who overcomes difficulties for the four beings and goes through thousands of billions of kalpas in order to seek the supreme way and save countless beings.Afterwards, he enters Nirvana, and goes out like smoke and lamps——

He didn't pretend to borrow someone else's name, he just... he just found his own name...

The strange incidents I ran into along the way, and the clues I posted were not because of God's will to let him talk about Fengyue to clarify the past, but because of Qin Nianjiu!

The eyeballs that were suppressed in the box, the blood that circulated in the formation, and even the "national treasure" that was used to suppress the country and disappeared——

They are all the bones he wants to grab!

Under the extreme horror, the thousands of thoughts in his mind seemed to be burned and melted into a whole piece of heavy lead, which dragged his heart down infinitely, making it almost difficult for him to breathe, making him subconsciously want to reach out Hold that man—

... Hold him, and then what?

Said we leave, don't worry about all these things anymore——

...Leave, where are you going?

It doesn't matter where you go, as long as you leave this place, as long as you stay away from all the people and things related to his past, and don't remind him of——

...But the one most related to his past is you, isn't it?

……

For the first time in this life, she tasted the feeling of "being at a loss". Tan Fengyue just froze in place, not even daring to look at the ghost who was still joking with others.

...If, if it was because of his inaction, Guanshimanzong would have suffered disaster——

The national teacher's desolate voice that seemed to be resentful, ironic, and mocking crossed into his mind, "You, just, didn't do anything——!"

His ears were buzzing like being struck by lightning, his hands and feet were so cold that he almost lost consciousness, what pierced into his heart like a sharp sword was the assertion of the national teacher that was indistinguishable from a curse:

The dream is exhausted, and it is useless to start again——

Can't keep it in the blink of an eye.

……

The fear that the situation was out of control had captured his heart and soul, and he could only be at a loss, not knowing what to do, and could only stand stiffly, praying in his heart that no matter what happened next moment, as long as To interrupt his dreadful conjecture—

As if they heard his pleading, suddenly someone knocked on their door, it was Tan Taifu's voice, "Tan Xian's family, Qin Xian's family!"

Taking advantage of the situation and forcing herself to stop thinking, Tan Fengyue regained some calmness with difficulty, but before her brain was fully awake, she was knocked back to the bottom by his next sentence from the door.

"A message from the palace says that today's palace banquet has been moved forward to tonight as an exception... Sigh, it's really troublesome." Tan Taifu stood outside the door, stroked his beard and shook his head, "You two will also join together this time. Are you going to the palace for a banquet?"

Ye Yunting was surprised when he heard this, "Why is it at this time?!"

They just came back from exploring the tower last night...

Ye Jinzhu also stood up abruptly, looked at Ye Yunting at each other, and said in astonishment: "Could it be that the national teacher discovered our actions?"

...When something goes wrong, there must be a demon.Qin Nianjiu threw back the sabers that the two of them had put on the table, and with a smile on his face, he said in a deep voice: "Go, let's go to the banquet and have a look."