pillow mountain river

Er Dong's voice has fallen.

The koi in the small pond outside the window jumped up and splashed water.

After a while, Zhen Hanshan smiled and said: "You are back."

"I thought of something before I went to Moyuan, but at that time, I regarded it as a nightmare," Er Dong stood up and looked at his hands. The young man's thin fingers made him feel strange and familiar at the same time, it was ridiculous.

Er Dong murmured, "Even now, I still feel like I'm dreaming, layers upon layers of dreams, and I can't wake up no matter what."

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, a butterfly dreamed of Zhuang Zhou.Real dreams and vague reality, true and false, unreal and real, are all false after all.

Er Dong's gaze shifted to Zhenhanshan's wrist, the wound that had been bruised just now healed quickly, leaving only a faint mark.

He lifted the quilt, knelt on the bed, and looked at Zhen Hanshan.Zhenhanshan's face was as calm as ever, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Er Dong leaned forward and inspected the man's face in detail.

"What are you looking at?" Zhen Hanshan asked.

Er Dong rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "See if it's true or not."

"Then you should look at yourself, not me."

Er Dong shook his head, "As long as you are what I remember, that is the truth."

The warm breath sprinkled on Zhenhanshan's face, like light fluff.Even though his appearance was different, the boy in Zhen Hanshan's eyes was still familiar.The blood-stained red lips were only a few inches away from him, so close at hand.

"Really," Er Dong stared seriously into Zhenhan Shan's eyes, "I can't escape liking you anyway." No matter what your identity is, you can't help but fall into illusory love.And Zhen Hanshan always looks like that, calm and composed.

He was still struggling in the emptiness, Zhen Hanshan had already seen clearly, so he was indifferent.

"However, I thought you would just avoid it," Er Dong said softly.He smiled, straightened up, and stepped back a little.

The ambiguous and lingering distance instantly lengthened, Er Dong sat back in his original position, a trace of loss flashed across his eyes, and disappeared like a meteor.

Zhen Hanshan slightly opened his lips, but did not speak.

Er Dong seemed to be used to his reserved and indifferent, so he just smiled.

However, the next moment, the smile stagnated on his face.Er Dong bumped into Zhen Hanshan's arms, his eyes widened in a daze, and he retreated subconsciously.But the waist was tightly bound by Zhen Hanshan.

Zhen Hanshan's body temperature almost scalded the icy Er Dong.

Er Dong recovered from his astonishment, he lifted the corner of his mouth and smiled.This smile used up all his strength, if he hadn't leaned on Zhenhan Mountain, he might have lost all the strength to support his body.

It's been a hundred years, from a vague good impression to an ignorant liking, but when he was almost desperate, he got a little response.

Why this time?

Er Dong lowered his head silently, a few petals of apricot blossoms fell on the floor, the edges of the petals were already curled, with a dry yellow color.In a few days, these rootless fallen flowers will lose their last vitality and turn into ashes.What is the difference between him and these flowers?

Er Dong thought absurdly, did Zhen Hanshan respond because he felt sorry for him?

Zhen Hanshan remained silent, he didn't give any explanation for the sudden hug.

Er Dong also decided not to ask questions, just pretending that it was just a short sweet dream.No one asks about the origin of dreams.

Er Dong no longer looked at Zhenhan Mountain, he turned his head to look at the flower rain outside the window.

Zhen Hanshan's eyes fell on Er Dong.If Er Dong used to be, he would be happy about this, but now he really doesn't want to accept Zhen Hanshan's gaze.

He knew he was ugly now.With dull eyebrows and eyes, his face is full of sickness.What is there to see in a terminally ill patient?

"Rest early, take medicine on time, and you will be fine," Zhen Hanshan said.

Er Dong responded softly, these words were just useless relief, he knew his physical condition best.Er Dong simply didn't think about anything, and concentrated on counting the fallen petals.

The warm sunlight penetrates softly into the house, and the silent teenagers and men are like people in a painting, frozen in the canvas.

If it can go on like this, and tomorrow will never come again, it will be joyful.With such naive and stupid thoughts popping up in his heart, Er Dong couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

He turned his head and inadvertently glanced at Zhen Hanshan, who frowned.Er Dong has seen his indifference that has nothing to do with himself, and his distant and reserved smile, but he has never seen such a heavy expression on his face.

Er Dong was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "Master?"

He subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to smooth the sadness between the man's brows.As soon as these words came out, not only Er Dong, but also Zhen Han Shan was taken aback.

Er Dong's hand stopped in mid-air, and he slowly retracted it.

There was silence between the two of them, as if time stood still, only the rain of apricot blossoms outside the window, falling non-stop.

After a long silence, Er Dong opened his mouth and said: "I once thought that if I was about to die in the future, I would have to climb back to Cold Mountain even if I climbed."

When he was cultivating in Hanshan, he was just a little demon who was ignorant of the world, and he had nothing to worry about except filling his stomach.Although the mana is low, it is really happy.

Later, by chance, he devoured half of the inner alchemy of the prince of the dragon clan, and gained a cultivation level that other monsters could not achieve in most of their lives, but he was deeply trapped in hatred and strayed into the way of the devil.Even though he is responsible for murder and condemned by thousands of people, Hanshan has always been a holy place in his heart.

"However, I now think that if you die, it's not bad to be buried there," Er Dong said in a relaxed tone.

The place he pointed to was the heart of the formation of the unity of mountains and rivers.The small courtyard that had trapped him for decades became the place that Er Dong missed most when he was a human.

Shanhe Guiyi was originally a demon-subduing formation, a cage for monsters.

But it's also his home.

Er Dong looked at Zhenhan Mountain, and continued: "If I die, I will trouble you to take me back." He said the word death so peacefully.Zhen Hanshan closed his eyes, unwilling to mention it.

Er Dong rested his back on the pillow and closed his eyes tiredly, the hair on his temples was blown by the wind and stuck to his eyelids.

"I'm tired and want to have a good sleep," Er Dong said softly.Just when he closed his eyes, the boy's face changed quietly.

The sparse and thin eyebrows become thicker, like two strokes of thick ink in a landscape painting, falling on the white rice paper.This is the very familiar face in Zhen Hanshan's impression, as beautiful as the green hills after the rain.

The restriction imposed by the Zongmeng on Er Dong gradually disintegrated due to the fact that he had been away from the mountains and rivers for a while.The body of the human boy disappeared, and Er Dong returned to his original appearance.

But this is not a good thing.Although the restriction was dismantled, Er Dong's cultivation could not be recovered for a while, it just helped the shadow demon who was eyeing him.

"There will always be a way," Zhen Hanshan said to himself.

Xu Shi sensed the changes in his body, Er Dong struggled to open his eyes after hearing Zhen Hanshan's muttering.He smiled at the man, his lips parted, but no sound came out.

Zhen Hanshan understood what he meant, Er Dong wanted to say, don't feel sorry for him.

Zhen Hanshan thought to himself, how could he be sad? There is still a solution to the weird Nanzhu technique, and there is no puzzle in the world that cannot be solved.

There is always a way.Zhen Hanshan thought so.

Even though he thought so, his palm was dripping with blood from his fingernails, and the blood oozed from between his fingers and dripped onto the petals of the apricot blossom.

Er Dong closed his eyes again, and silently recited the formula.Zhen Hanshan felt something, and said hurriedly, "What are you doing!?" Er Dong didn't respond.

Zhen Hanshan's back felt cold, and he hurriedly blocked Er Dong's actions, "You don't want to die!"

The spell Er Dong casts is a life-saving spell for low-level monsters. When he is seriously injured, he will return to his original shape and repair his own body in the original shape.But monsters in their original form have no spiritual consciousness, and are no different from ordinary beasts.

This method is too risky, even if it succeeds, it will cause irreparable damage to the soul in the future.If they were not desperate, few monsters would choose this method of narrowly dying.

Zhenhanshan felt cold all over, the sun slanted on him, but he felt even colder, even his lips could not stop trembling.

There must be a way.This is the only thought left in Zhen Hanshan's mind.He opened his palm unconsciously, the blood hole in his palm was bleeding unstoppably, the blood flowed down from his fingers and dripped from his fingertips.

In the evening, Su Nu left the pharmacy and came to the residence of the two masters and apprentices.She knocked on the door, but no one answered, the door was not closed, Su Nu pushed the door open and entered.

"Mr. Han Shan, is Er Dong awake?" Su Nu looked at Zhen Han Shan who was sitting beside the bed, and asked.

Zhen Hanshan leaned sideways, his temple hair covered his side face, and his expression was dim.

The sky was getting darker, and the dusk was heavy and reflected on the panes.

Su Nu didn't hear a response, so she crossed Zhenhan Mountain and looked in the direction of the bed.The quilt was lifted, and there was no one on the sickbed, only one piece of clothing was left on the bed.

"What about people?" Su Nu asked strangely, "Why don't you take a rest? Lord Hanshan, you should stop him."

At first, Su Nu thought that Er Dong had gone out, but when she thought about it, she felt that something was wrong, so she checked the abrupt dress again.

This is undoubtedly Er Dong's coat.

Su Nu's heart sank, she opened her coat, and there was a white rabbit curled up inside the clothes. The rabbit closed its eyes and fell asleep, with its ears drooping obediently on both sides of its head.

"How could he..." Su Nu couldn't continue speaking halfway through.She was silent for a moment, regained her language, and said to Zhen Hanshan, "Er Dong must have his own considerations in making such a choice, so that you don't have to worry about him being deprived of consciousness by the demon."

It's just... Su Nu knew that Er Dong chose a dangerous path, and if she failed, the consequences would be disastrous.It can be said that these are too late.

The rabbit sleeps peacefully with its paws on its pillow.When Su Nu saw the docile rabbit, her eyes suddenly became softer.

Zhen Hanshan sat by the bed, from the time the plain girl came in to asking questions, there was no response.Su Nu gave him a worried look, knowing that although he didn't speak, he must be worried.

As soon as Su Nu's gaze fell on Zhen Hanshan's face, her expression suddenly changed, and she couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Mr. Hanshan..."

Zhen Hanshan finally stood up, gently picked up the rabbit on the bed, and walked outside the house expressionlessly.

He didn't look at Su Nu, his eyes were as calm as a dry well, and his long eyes were dim, just like the sky at the time.

Su Nu finally saw Zhen Han Shan's face clearly, the fear in her eyes became more and more obvious, even the voice calling Zhen Han Shan became quieter, almost inaudible.

That face was outstanding, but black streaks spread from the temples, like the twisted roots of an old tree, almost extending to the eyebrows.

Heiwen is particularly weird, making him like the judge of the underworld, returning to the world from hell with a murderous aura.But the rabbit in his arms didn't know it, curled up in his warm chest, and fell asleep peacefully.

The afterglow outside the house disappeared, and the long night came quietly.

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