Golden Light Puppet Show·Yan Qiao·Guiyan

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The morning light was twilight, and the light penetrating into the bed was faint and white. Shangguan Hongxin opened his eyes in a daze. His breath caught in the crook of his neck, and he muttered indistinctly.

He lowered his head and pasted the cross sword mark, patiently caressed the skinny shoulders and back, came back and gently combed the messy white hair, the slightly frowned brows of Qiao Rulai relaxed, and his breathing quickly returned to calm .

Shangguan Hongxin rested on his forehead and fell asleep, his body seemed to become very light, more helpless than a floating feather.The soul wanders in reality and dreams, sticks to the warm body, breathes the sandalwood that seems to be absent, and the 20-year wait seems to be just for this moment, the tenderness is unbelievable.

After wandering for a moment, he drifted as if he was in a sea of ​​flames. Is the miserable wail in his ears a human being or a demon?His whole body was hot, and the blood flowing through his limbs, bones, internal organs, and internal organs seemed to be boiling, as if beating suddenly, but his mind was focused on other places, calm and unwavering.

The raging fire in the canyon, the flesh and blood of cannibals, and the flesh and bones of monsters, the radiant brilliance used young lives as firewood to ignite blazing flames, devouring the three parties who were facing each other tit for tat, dragging each other, and falling into the bottomless pit together. dark abyss.

His younger sister wore the prince's court dress for the first time in a long time, with heavy arrows piercing her chest, her hair crown scattered, she looked like a real girl, her delicate face was completely faded, she was as pale as paper, and lifeless.She was lively and active since she was a child, and he even began to wonder if he stepped into her prank again, but this time it was too bad.He wanted to wake him up, but he couldn't get a response for a long time, so he knelt down and hugged his sister in his arms, tightening it tighter and tighter.The thin body lost its human bones and weight, and became a piece of clothing. In the end, even the clothing disappeared, leaving only a piece of scorched black.

The jerky moisture dripped on the back of the trembling hands, forming a thread, like a torrential rain.The rain took away the heat from the skin and made the fire come to an end, but it couldn't wash away the haze in his heart. The out-of-control force gradually suppressed the violence, and his eyes were still filled with thick shadows, immersed in the flowing blood, and he could hardly see anything.

A corner of the white robe bumped into the field of vision abruptly, and he met a gentle and delicate face, with half of the paper umbrella pouring over him, the kindness in his eyes came from the bottom of his heart, and he was still embarrassed about being rejected.

But he passed him and saw the green figure looking back indifferently not far away.In the past, Lingzi's dignity was second only to priests, and he stood proudly in front of all the princes. He was gentle as a friend, strict as a teacher, and dedicated to his duties as a minister. His cold appearance seemed to be the same as in the old year, but he had already left. Become his apprentice came to the side.

The sky is bright, but the layers of bed curtains are as dark as before.Shangguan Hongxin straightened up, opened the curtains, the broken light shone on Qiao Tathagata's eyelids, muttered twice and hugged him again.

Shangguan Hong trusted him and hugged him for a while, then said with a low smile, "Aren't you willing to let me go?"

Only then did Qiao Tathagata reluctantly raise her eyes, sleepy and confused.

The outside waiter came silently, removed the screen, and helped the two to freshen up.Shangguan Hongxin sat on the couch beside him, and let the maid comb his hair and tidy his crown.After several people left, they came back with lacquer trays in their hands, where they placed clothes and accessories. He stood up, put on one by one, and finally put on a ring around his body. The solemn black ink and gorgeous red wore a dignified and straight body.

Qiao Tathagata was arranging the complicated monk robes. Shangguan Hongxin walked over, pulled up the laces, touched his shoulders, and smoothed the creases, as if this was the only thing in the world worth caring about.

Qiao Rulai said: "I have something to tell you."

Shangguan Hongxin glanced at the bright sun outside the window, and said casually: "Today is a good weather."

"It's about you, and why I'm here—"

"We'll talk about it when we meet my sister, okay?"

Pressing her slender fingers to her lips, she gazed into his eyes with a look of pleading, Qiao Rulai was startled, and nodded silently.The young man in front of him looked the same as usual, but Qiao Tathagata, who was used to playing chess with him, sensitively sensed the intention of killing through the chess path, and was shocked in her heart.

Absent-minded, complete defeat is inevitable, Shangguan Hongxin still laughed, why is he so impatient.It just so happened that the maid came in to report her preparations, so she took Qiao Tathagata to go out together.

The wooden clogs walked on the mountain road, kicking and stamping, making a crisp sound, accompanied by the slow talking about the youth, Qiao Rulai walked beside him, suddenly giving birth to the illusion that they have been together for many years.

At the end of the mountain road is a pavilion with floating corridors. If you visit in winter, it may be a good thing to put down the heavy curtains to warm up the wine and chat, and laugh at the ancient wood and silver makeup.This time is not a good time, the autumn leaves have just turned yellow, and it is still the season when the trees are full of shade. The snow-white tomb under the green and green ancient trees is almost abrupt.

The Ninth Princess of Yu Kingdom is buried inside, and perhaps a part of the young man around him is also buried.

There is no word on the stele, but if you read it carefully, you can see a flying phoenix hovering up, lifelike, as if it could fly out of the stone at any time.

Shangguan Hongxin stepped forward and said, "I'm here to see you."

The relaxed temperature made Qiao Rulai involuntarily press the back of her hand. Their body temperature was much different, which didn't seem to be the case at first.

In front of the tombstone was an exquisite small bamboo barrel, which was thought to be wine for worship, but Shangguan Hongxin picked up the wine raisins hanging on the bamboo barrel, filled it with liquid and poured it on the wordless stele, colorless It is also tasteless, but pure water.

"This is a custom in my hometown. There shouldn't be one in the Central Plains. Sweeping the tomb means washing away the lead, and it means washing away the sins of the world." Shangguan Hongxin knelt in front of the tomb and patiently wet the tombstone. an inch.Seeing Qiao Tathagata clasped his hands together, he didn't show the expression he had when he was listening to the scriptures, but smiled, "Thank you very much, although my sister doesn't believe in Buddhism, she has studied a few books carefully, and I am very grateful." interested."

Qiao Tathagata lowered her eyes, moved her thin lips, and slowly moved the crystal clear beads one by one.Wei Mo sparks flashed before his eyes, his nails hurt, and he pinched too hard on the joint, accompanied by scattered light, without using any mirror, he knew that his face must be bleak at this moment.

Shangguan Hongxin had already stood up, smoothed the hem of his clothes carefully, and looked over with a quiet gaze that seemed to be smiling.

Three points of scrutiny, three points of relief, three points of regret, and one point of strange indifference in the end.

The boy who burned Nixia Valley burned all the races and demons. Once he lost the perception of the preciousness of life, he could not be called cruel. He was a monster living in the empty shell of human beings. No wonder he could no longer grow. for he is long dead.

The sudden strong wind blows Qiao Tathagata a few steps back, the mist is dense and steaming, but it is a little misleading, the ambiguous dark color becomes the only one in the world, and the only bright thing is the blood-colored glass that is no longer familiar to the snow-white tomb, just like in memory Gorgeous and gorgeous, the fine beads swayed in the wind, turning back the shimmer, illuminating the handsome face under the tree, it was too peaceful.

The three dark boulders floating in the air looked like probing eyes, exuding deep malice. Qiao Tathagata felt familiar, and in a blink of an eye, he confirmed that he had indeed seen this unidentifiable spar.

"Juzi." The young man called out slowly.

Once a word is said, there is no room for it.

Qiao Tathagata squeezed the prayer beads tightly, and said still: "It's not that there is no way for Momen."

The voice of the answer was much softer than usual, "Are you going to let the evil god do harm to the world?"

"You didn't do anything."

"I can't. Originally, I didn't know what the Momen thought of Juzi, but now it seems that if you can't kill me, the young master will replace you and end the evil spirit." The round stone turned into cold autumn water, and Shangguan Hongxin held the sword On the side, seeing that Qiao Tathagata didn't move, she smiled flatly, "Don't stop, Ce Tianfeng actually accepted a disciple like you."

The threatening cold light suddenly approached, Qiao Tathagata backed away in horror, and when the blood was almost spattered three feet, the ancient long sword melted out of thin air, and the sound of golden spear suddenly sounded.The tiger's mouth was numb from the forceful impact, the Buddha beads were shaking in a mess, Qiao Tathagata met the gloomy golden eyes, which were clearly still brilliant golden, mixed with a little bit of killing intent, they were as cold as frost all over the sky, making one's whole body chill .

"Goodbye."

Before the words fell, Qiao Tathagata was shaken away, and his two fingers moved across the sword's edge. The power that did not belong to him affected Mo Kuang, barely parrying the sword light again.

"Did Ce Tianfeng ever say that you are hypocritical?" Shangguan Hongxin said coldly.

Qiao Rulai didn't have the energy to be distracted at all, so of course she didn't say a word.He has poor martial arts skills and never learned martial arts before. After following Mo Cangli, he has only practiced magic arts for a year and a half. Facing Shangguan Hongxin who is carrying the spirit of the phoenix and has both martial arts and martial arts, even with thousands of years of experience Ge Liu, still struggling to defend, began to smell blood from his chest.With a thought, he wanted to exert more magic power, and Zhi Geliu responded. It was indeed a lot easier at first, and the movements in his hands were unexpectedly smooth. When Qiao Tathagata reacted, he was out of control. .

It was only then that Qiao Rulai realized that there was actually not much difference between Zhi Ge Liu and Phoenix Spirit.It is also given unusually powerful power to eat away at the life of the host. He has never manipulated such a huge magic power before, and it should be completely swallowed up by his personal will. Although there is no killing intent in his heart, his subordinates are still aggressive.

Thousands of swords turned into a beam of sword light, one move after another approached the opponent's life gate, the absolute power can slightly make up for the gap in experience, after all, the decline is irreversible.Shangguan Hongxin came back with a horizontal sword, Mo Kuang leaned forward and stabbed him bravely, it was a losing-lose situation for both sides.

Qiao Rulai opened her eyes wide, as if she had seen her flying head in the mirror of autumn water.

The approaching boy suddenly showed a sincere smile.

Qiao Rulai suddenly felt strange, but he couldn't completely control Zhi Geliu in the first place, so it was useless to withdraw the sword in time.Mo Kuang passed through his chest, but the other sword was stuck on the side of his neck. The unstoppable sword energy cut through his skin, and the cold blade fell on his shoulder. Because the other end had no strength, it fell with a dull sound.

Blood spattered on the top of the clothes, and Qiao Rulai's mind went blank. She subconsciously caught the teetering young man, but her legs became weak and she fell to the ground together.Realizing that he was about to draw out the sword, Qiao Rulai sternly said without thinking, "Don't move!"

However, he had no remedy, he frantically wanted to hug him up, but when he moved a little, he could only see blood gurgling out, Shangguan Hongxin forced himself to straighten up, it was just a very small movement, and the spit out blood stained Qiao Tathagata The snow-white sleeves, but he raised his eyes as if he didn't feel any pain at all, "Don't cry."

Ignoring the horrible scene, he can even be said to be calm and relaxed, his eyes are no longer gloomy, and return to the usual teasing brightness. Because of the scattered vitality, he has become a warm sun in the west, and the brilliance will eventually end.

Qiao Tathagata was so angry that she couldn't speak, hated her own hesitation, hated his arbitrariness, she didn't realize that the tears were full and slipped down unconsciously, the kung fu dripping on the back of her hand was already cold, and the wet traces melted away.

Shangguan Hongxin wiped it away casually, panting: "I can hold on for a while."

The spirit of the phoenix tenaciously filled the wounds of the body, and tried its best to prolong the life of the host. Shangguan Hong believed that he would never recover from this power, but he was very relieved, and even looked forward to it.

Apart from the flesh and blood monsters and demons, the inhumans who have survived in the world for a long time, even the spirit of the god of birds will inevitably go crazy. It is best to cut off the cycle of inheritance by the demon-slaying sword formation.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, trying to touch Qiao Rulai's face, but found that his fingertips were overflowing with brilliance, almost becoming transparent, so he only stroked twice between his eyebrows, and then carefully wiped off the blood on his sleeve with his sleeve. Said: "The Zhige Liu created by the self-sacrifice of the ink sect practitioners has become stronger and stronger due to the sacrifice of the host from generation to generation. I don't know how much magic power it can take from me, but at least... I can always be with you like this. "

Qiao Rulai's words were blocked in her throat by these words, she stared at him incredulously, and said bitterly: "What I want is your people to accompany me!"

These words somehow amused Shangguan Hongxin, he actually laughed and coughed repeatedly due to the surging blood.

"You've really failed as a magician..." He paused, gasping for breath, "But I'm glad you're so immature, I'm the only one in this world... I'll be the inhuman you invested in when you were immature."

Qiao Rulai lowered her eyelashes, and said lightly: "If you don't look at me, how do you know that only you are different?"

"I just know." Shangguan Hongxin put more weight on Qiao Rulai, narrowed his eyes, "You take my little sister...to see Ce Tianfeng, she will be happy...As for me..." He Sighing faintly, she couldn't keep her eyes still, she saw the distant place through the portrait of Qiao Tathagata, and murmured: "I want to go back to Yu Country."

They all naturally understood that what he was talking about was not the current Yu Kingdom, but the past that could never go back.

"But going back is not enough..." For the first time, the boy's face showed the gentleness of an elder, and his weak words were like cold blades that pierced his heart, "I couldn't keep anyone, but I kept you... I'm sorry."

The bend of the arm was suddenly heavy, and the sharp pain between the eyebrows pierced the reason. Qiao Rulai thought not to cry, and tightly squeezed the still warm hand.

He won't get a response again.

When Young Master Kaiming arrived, the glazed tree formation had not been collected, the smoke was misty, and the desolate red color had a broken smelt.

The young man in the white-haired monk's robe sat on the ground, half of his body dyed red.The young man in his arms looked serene, as if he was just taking a nap, and when he opened his eyes after a while, he showed a proud and nonchalant air.

The scene of meeting Shangguan Hongxin many years ago reappears now. Qiao Tathagata is unusually calm, patiently arranging the hair crown of the pale young man, hearing the sound of footsteps, raising his head, and pressing his index finger to his lips, which is a thoughtful gesture of silence .

Although he didn't have much expectations for Qiao Tathagata, seeing Shangguan Hongxin die in his hands, Young Master Kaiming inevitably felt melancholy, and had to look at this giant with admiration—a fledgling, never experienced, what he cut off with his hands was his own. The son of Shen who has a close relationship is really cruel.

Qiao Rulai didn't know what Young Master Kaiming was thinking, in fact, he was still very dazed until now, he couldn't gather his strength, and felt that his voice was light and light, and he didn't know how it sounded to others.

"Ce-jun, I have something to ask."

"What's the matter?"

Qiao Rulai hugged the sleeping boy tightly, and said softly: "He asked me to take the princess to the Central Plains."

"Yes." Young Master Kaiming paused, "Give me three days, and you can make adjustments."

Qiao Rulai let out a long sigh of relief, "Thank you."

Rewinding the beads, he staggered up with Shangguan Hongxin in his arms, almost forgetting Mo Kuang who was thrown aside.There was a faint light on the person in his arms, he was suddenly stunned, and wanted to cover his face, unwilling to face the separation again, but the light pulled away from the weight of the body, dissolving the shape in the flickering, the glass tree formation suddenly It collapsed, and the empty space was bleak and messy.

Qiao Rulai picked up the sword, and when she came to take a bath, she still felt that the flat sun was a bit dazzling, and she couldn't help the blood rushing, and the cuffs were stained red.

Young Master Kaiming took his reaction into consideration, and said: "The soul is dispersed, and the body is also dispersed. There is nothing left after Shenzi Yuhua is like this."

Qiao Rulai said wearily: "No, he will always be with me."

Young Master Kaiming suddenly shuddered.

What happened to the human race, one by one looked normal, but turned out to be so sick, after thinking about it, these two are both disciples of Ce Tianfeng, could the source be in that Juzi whom he respects and keeps a distance from?

Until leaving the Demon World, Qiao Tathagata didn't speak any more, lost the opportunity, and the young master's enlightened doubts were not answered.

***

The lifespan of a human race can be very long, just like Ce Tianfeng, Mo Cangli, whatever name, after passing away for so long, the legend that Young Master Kaiming can still meet him occasionally, it is simply lingering.

The human race is so fragile that it shatters at the touch of an eye, as if life has come to an end in the blink of an eye.

Young Master Kaiming's impression of Qiao Tathagata is that he was a young white-haired, gentle and gentle cultivator more than ten years ago. He occasionally heard from Mo Zhe that he has grown into a very good magician, which is not surprising.Now that we meet again, even though he has a sick face, he doesn't seem to be exhausted at all, and I don't seem to have any burden, so I calmly draw the seal of inheritance for him, and say the final entrustment with a smile.

In the inner room, besides young master Kaiming, there was only a young man in his twenties sitting nervously at the side, waiting for the visitor to retreat and hurried forward to check his pulse, and he felt relieved when he didn't notice anything wrong.

"Don't you think it's wrong to leave it to me?" Young Master Kaiming couldn't help pointing at himself, "I'm a demon."

"I think Mr. Ce is suitable." Qiao Tathagata patted the young man to comfort him, and said indifferently, "I have mediocre talents, and I have to rely on Zhi Ge Liu to walk. Mr. Ce is very capable, so let's just forget about it."

"It's really a good method. The long-lived Juzi really did this. He didn't start Zhige Liu until he had a deep magical power. He also tried not to use sword arrays on weekdays." Young Master Kaiming narrowed his eyes, slightly raised his lips, and couldn't say anything. Is it emotion or sarcasm, "But people are greedy, greedy for themselves, greedy for friends, greedy for the common people, and finally greedy for themselves."

Qiao Tathagata was noncommittal, turned her head and coughed softly.

The young man solemnly announced that it was time to rest, and signaled to the young master Kaiming to leave together. He asked the visitors to wait in the courtyard for a while, and he took out an old box from another room.

The young master laughed openly, "Mo mad?"

The young man nodded, seeing that he took it immediately, his whole body was no longer so tense, and he was obviously relieved—probably rejoicing that he finally managed to get rid of the trouble.

The young master laughed openly, summoned the wooden mandarin duck casually, jumped up three times, the wind brushed his cheeks, and left the simple hut behind.

"Is it good or bad to live for a long time... It's fresh, how long can the demons who use Zhige Liu last?"

The box containing Mo Kuang seemed to be extremely heavy, and the young master threw it over with disdain, and leaned on the wooden mandarin duck casually.

20 years is not worth mentioning in his pure demon life. The face of the dead Son of God is blurred in his memory, and this giant is about to pass away. A few pages have passed, and finally they will be rolled into the pile of old papers.

Young Master Kaiming is a bit lonely, but at the same time very at ease.

He wanted to go back and write a tablet for himself.