Bone

When the wind howled, a blinding thick fog rushed in at a high speed, and then receded at a high speed.In the mist, the ears and eyes are full of scenery, paintings, laughter, and shadowy figures——

"Six is ​​auspicious, eight is wealth—then guess what is 'nine'?

"Just smile and I'll tell you!

"——'Nine' is a long-lasting love!

"No, so you still don't laugh?

"--wood."

While laughing and talking, he heard himself say coldly to the man in Tsing Yi...

"Don't make trouble."

……

Looking up, suddenly white snow fell one after another, and beside the tree in the distance, Gong Buwangzheng and Heng were bickering.

She said in a half angry way: "Hmph, that person is a heartless and heartless piece of wood, no matter how much you respect him and love him, he won't realize the slightest bit—oh, let me put it harshly, even if you die, He won't even shed a tear for you!"

However, Heng Jian just puffed up his face, daring to refute her in a long voice, "How could—"

Qin Nianjiu saw himself standing and listening from afar, his eyes were peaceful, until a man in Tsing Yi walked over and swept the thin snow off his shoulders.

……

In a blink of an eye, strands of snow were dyed red, and suddenly turned into petaled plum blossoms.Gong Buwang raised her beautiful and unforged plum blossom sword, smiled arrogantly, and said to him: "This time with the spirit sword forged by senior brother, I will definitely be able to defeat you!"

After saying that, she raised her hand and made a gesture——

A plum petal landed on her sword blade, shattered in half, and fell into the snow.

He saw the white-clothed Shengxue transforming his hands into two swords, undoing her moves one by one.

Hengjian watched intently; Xu Yanqing also sat nearby with a smile, concentrating on writing his sword record with his head down; the man in Tsing Yi sitting on the tree next to him yawned long and lazily, "... Tch. Cheng Days come and go, and there is no luck, it is really boring to watch..."

No one responded to his words, only a few birdsong, a few muffled laughter, and the sound of the spirit sword smashing through the wind in the mountains——

……

In the blink of an eye, the falling plum petals suddenly ignited, turning into sparks.Xu Yanqing leaned against the door with folded arms, with a warm smile on his lips, and he was teaching him how to forge spirit weapons in a gentle voice, "Water, it doesn't matter much... just take some water from the peach pond. Throw things in ——Quenching the water once, going through the fire once, quenching the water again...and so on, until the unique patterns of silver are produced..."

He saw himself wearing a bunt, which was rare, standing by the burning furnace, jingling a piece of bright red silver, splashing countless stardust.

"Okay, okay, the fan bone will break if you knock it down again—" Xu Yanqing couldn't help stopping his movements, and said: "Now you can try to introduce spiritual power and blend it with the spiritual energy contained in it... ...This step is the most difficult, the first time you cast it, you may have to try a few times—”

By the stove, he stopped his hands as he said, trying to inject spiritual power into it——

All of a sudden, a deep cold aura shot out from the fan bones, directly extinguishing the burning furnace that was surging with heat, it was so dazzling that it was hard to look directly at it.

As if dazzled by the spiritual light, Xu Yanqing was slightly taken aback, and stood up straight in disbelief. After a while, he sighed with a low smile, "...It seems that I am not as good as you in the end."

……

... It's Jucang, it's Guanshi, it's his relatives.

The scene changes in front of you, and the scene is the past, but when you turn around, the scene is the present life again.

Behind him Gong Buwang's laughter still lingered in his ears, calling him loudly, "Junior Brother, Junior Brother, Junior Brother Qin!"

In front of him is Qingyuan Liuli all over the city, and "Wujue" in red looks at him coldly, asking him whether to leave or stay, if he stays, he is a citizen of her ghost city, and if he leaves, he will leave his tongue——

Behind him, Xu Yanqing's gentle voice was like running water hitting jade, and said to him: "Senior brother has improved a lot in cultivation, and I can't slack off, senior brother."

In front of him was the National Teacher Tower, which was in flames. The National Teacher was dressed in ragged black robes, and roared hoarsely: "Why——?!"

Behind him, Heng Jian wanted to pull his sleeves, but he didn't dare, so he mustered up his courage and whispered to him: "Master, Master, Master is angry again, let's go over quickly..."

In front of him is the broken path covered in poisonous miasma, whooping and roaring, with all his obsession to find the pair of eyes——

There are figures in front of him, and laughing words in his ears, so bright, so vivid... Mixing up the past life, blending it into the present life—recombining it into his brain in a chaotic way, rushing into his eyes, piercing into his heart, It split his heart into pieces, which made him tremble, and he fell to his knees heavily.

A warm liquid slid down his cheeks, dripping to the ground, melting the snow into pits.

—Is it tears?

The liquid was dripping scarlet.

--is blood?

He knelt on the snow-covered ground, covered by the various pictures coming from all directions, his eyes were filled with red mist, which made him unable to see clearly the smiling faces in those pictures.

——It’s tears of blood.

Scarlet hot tears gushed out of his eyes, dripped down his cheeks, stained his clothes, stained the white snow red, and covered his eyes...but they couldn't melt the chill in his heart.

There was still a gust of wind whistling in his ears and in his head, the sound seemed to be mocking, and the bone-piercing chill wrapped around him tightly, so that he could only be stunned, numb, and kneeling stiffly, unable to utter a single word exit.

——But he suddenly heard his own voice coming out of his mouth, coldly and respectfully: "—Master."

Before he could feel a little bit at a loss, a familiar, deep voice suddenly sounded from the top, "Get up and talk."

……

The blood and tears in his eyes suddenly dried up, and he stood up uncontrollably. Qin Nianjiu raised his eyes in astonishment, only to realize that the complicated scenes around him had quieted down at some point, and changed into the scene in Fuxiao Hall. I don't know when the sound of the wind has weakened, there is only a faint sob that seems to be nothing.

A light gray figure came into his eyes, with half gray and half black beard and hair, with hands facing him, it was his master—Qin Feng.

There was smoke from the furnace on the case, Qin Feng rarely got angry, but looked very tired, and said in a deep voice: "From now on...you are only allowed to stay in the sect and practice purely, and you are not allowed to enter the world to get rid of evil spirits."

Qin Nianjiu was taken aback when he heard the words, a feeling of bewilderment surged up from the bottom of his heart, and he was about to ask him "Why?"—but was instantly overshadowed by another sense of nothingness that sprung from his heart.

He heard the heartless, ruthless and extremely indifferent self in his previous life answer softly, "Yes."

……What's the meaning?

...Why can't he enter the world again to get rid of evil?

……

Before he became suspicious again, the scene in front of him flickered, and what appeared was a touch of cool sky, and Tan Junying's slightly surprised face, "...What do you mean?"

He heard himself still relying on that quiet voice, explaining to him indifferently, "If I miss one more ghost, I will kill a million dollars, and I will not be able to enter the world again to get rid of troubles. Therefore, you don't need to walk with me anymore."

"..." Tan Junying in front of him suddenly fell silent, his expression gradually faded to a coldness he had never seen before, and he said after a long while: "In your heart, you always think... I come to look for you every day, insisting Being with you... just to kill ghosts and get rid of evil spirits, so as to accumulate merit?"

Qin Nianjiu stared blankly at the expression on his face, and suddenly understood something, but heard himself ask indifferently: "Isn't it?"

The wind is light and the sun is bright, but the silence between them is very sticky. There are all kinds of emotions in Tan Junying's eyes, but what Qin Nianjiu can perceive in his heart is still nothingness.

It seems like a long time, a long time, and it seems that only a blink of an eye has passed.

Tan Junying looked at him deeply, nodded his head very shallowly, his tone was as light as breathing, "Yes."

He said: "Qin Xianzun has killed countless ghosts, and his merits and virtues will be full. If he wants to meet the fairy fate again... he will be promoted to the immortal, but I... But there is still a gap... Then I will go back to Fuze Cliff according to my master's last wish. Let's practice in seclusion."

He said this, but he didn't move, as if he was unwilling, as if he was waiting for him to say something——

Knowing that he was waiting for his words to persuade him to stay, Qin Nianjiu was completely numb, and he replied calmly, "Okay."

"Ha..." Tan Junying let out a low laugh, not knowing whether he was laughing at his words or laughing at himself.

Xu Shi had made up his mind, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, finally showing a little smile, and said to him: "——Then, there will be fate in the future, see you in the fairy palace."

"..." Qin Nianjiu heard himself answering with empathy once again, "Okay."

……

Qin Nianjiu watched the azure color fade away, fade away, and fade away, and gradually realized something——

So in the end...

So that day...

In the ears and in front of the eyes, the sound of the wind reappeared, hunting and blowing the colorful clothes and sleeves flying.

A group of overlapping figures surrounded him, with their right hands pressed against the hilt of the sword, as if they were silently confronting him.

The atmosphere was as anxious as the bright sun, and what broke the silence was Xu Yanqing's extremely angry sentence: "Could it be that you want to force him to commit suicide to show his ambition!!"

——After the voice fell, only a deeper and boundless silence responded to him, and He Gong looked into his eyes in astonishment.

Turning his head hastily, Gong Buwang stared at the crowd, and shouted sadly: "What do you mean?!"

No one answered her, only kept silent.

Forced by the overwhelming silence, she took a half step back in panic, and grabbed Qin Feng's hand tightly like grabbing driftwood, "Master! Master!——"

"..."

Qin Feng looked at her silently, wordlessly——

He clasped her wrist backhand.

As if realizing something in an instant, Gong Buwang shuddered all over his body, his eyes widened in disbelief, "Master..."

But Qin Nianjiu said calmly: "That's fine."

He quietly swept his gaze over the audience one by one—Xu Yanqing with pale complexion, Qin Feng who said nothing, Gong Buwang with despairing eyes, Heng Jian with pale face and shaking his head—it was rare to repeat it, "That's fine."

Gong Buhuang was shocked violently, with hot tears running down her cheeks, but she couldn't break Qin Feng's five fingers on her wrist, so she could only scream, "What's so good?! What - what are you talking about?" ...What are you thinking?!!"

... what are you thinking?

He thought nothing of it.

There is always a nothingness shrouded in whiteness in his heart, all sounds, objects, paintings, and people are completely isolated, and he cannot let him think about it.

what are you thinking...

Nothing to think about.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and formed a long sword from his wrist to shake the sky, ignoring the vigilance in the eyes of all the sect members, with the horizontal sword on his neck——

People in the world always praise Qin Xianzun for being ruthless in slaying ghosts, raising his hand and falling with a knife, but they don't want him to treat himself the same way.

The sharp blade cut the throat, and the blood spurted out, so hot and scorching——

In an instant, Gong Buwang's cries, Hengjian's muffled howls, and everyone's hissing and panting, fell into his ears one after another, but he suddenly vaguely "thought" of something——

...remember what?

he thinks……

This is the end.

...I didn't get to see that person for the last time, and I couldn't make the promise to meet him in the Immortal Palace——

pity.

As soon as he thought about it, his cultivation was completely ruined, and the evil spirit of resentment swept over him, engulfing him, and then——

Rising from the top of the mountain is the demonic energy that covers the sky.

……

……

The sound of the wind filling his ears stopped suddenly, and a scorching heat wave hit his face. Qin Nianjiu opened his eyes suddenly, and met the eyes of Tan Fengyue, who was full of panic and rushed to pull him out of the flames.

Palm to palm, he stared blankly at Tan Fengyue, tears of blood gushed out of his eyes and slid down his cheeks, "... Tan... Jun Ying..."

He called out his name again.

——Thousands of ravines and ravines separated each other, 67 years.