The rain is dripping, the rain and fog are like smoke under the moonlight, the green lights in the room are like beans, the books and books on the bookcase are reflected on the ground, and a few washed clean but yellow old clothes are neatly stacked on the wooden box, with a faint agarwood and soap fragrance.

I leaned on the head of the bed, quietly looking out the window, Qingluo carried two charcoal basins into the house: "Are you hungry?" ”

"Not hungry."

She neatly stuffed the charcoal basin under the bed, then got into the futon beside me, and muttered, "What a fire and ice." ”

I couldn't figure it down: "What? ”

"Nothing."

The candle flame was extinguished, and the sound of rain outside the house became clearer and clearer, like jade beads falling on a plate, one by one.

By the moonlight, you can see the raindrops falling under the eaves splashing on the windowsill, and the splashes are clear and clear.

Qing Luo's voice sounded faintly in her ears: "Since three days ago, many people have gone up the mountain to look for you, and they were all driven away by your master, but I didn't expect that even Bai Xizhen would come." ”

"Do you know that man?"

"I heard from my father." She put up a pillow, leaned slightly, and looked at the rain curtain with me, "He became famous all over the world when I was very young, Bai Yang Xingjun, do you still have an impression?" ”

I shook my head.

"Candle Si must be impressed, the seal she was pressed under the Valley of the Yin Yuan is the stone statue of Bai Yang Xingjun, and the stone statue stands on the Changru Square of the Fuyun Sect."

"Candles?"

Qing Luo glanced at me with a headache and sighed lightly: "It's okay, continue to talk about it." ”

"He is the only disciple of Bai Yang Xingjun, and he is also an elder in the Langfeng Sect, one of the eight sects of Kunlun, no one knows how old he is, he has been living in seclusion in the Xunmeng Mountain in the southeast of Kunlun, not asking about the world, and he will not go out of the mountain gate for seventy or eighty years at every turn. But to say that he is low-key and mysterious. It's better to say that he is eccentric and treacherous. Three hundred years ago, he had the appearance of becoming an immortal, but he didn't want to become an immortal, and then he didn't know what happened, he turned into white hair overnight, and his cultivation was completely destroyed. But not only did he not have any regret and grief at all, on the contrary, the old sect master of Langfeng ascended to the immortal queen back then. When the new sect master succeeded him, he sent six immortal masters to invite him to a banquet. He was angry and angry with his temper. But after his cultivation was completely destroyed, he traveled everywhere and visited the major sects. Set up lectures, chant the wind and admire the moon, and enjoy yourself. ”

I whispered, "He scared me." ”

Qing Luo approached me curiously: "Chu Jiu, how many things do you remember?" ”

The wind is getting stronger. The rain drifted in, and I felt the long pole on the inside of the bed. He handed over and closed the sash: "I don't know, sometimes I remember a lot of things, sometimes I can't remember anything, you see this." I raised my long rod lightly, "I remember that I put it on purpose when I was a child, and sometimes I woke up in the middle of the night to look at the stars." Use it to pick open the sash. ”

"You're so lazy."

I looked at the windowsill and said lonely, "What I'm most afraid of now is." One day I will forget about Yang Xiuyi. ”

"How is it possible, he was born so handsome, everyone else will never forget it, not to mention that you are his most beloved person, he is your closest person."

The discomfort in the air made me glance sideways at her, and she smiled dryly: "I don't have experience in flattering horses, I don't want you to be happy." ”

"I just can't remember many things, I'm not stupid."

"Ha, I don't know whose master just told me that someone woke him up in the middle of the night with all his might, and asked him if he could sleep."

“……”

Changing my posture and facing her back, I listened to the rain outside the window, hesitated for a long time, and asked softly, "Do you know where Yang Xiuyi is?" ”

After waiting for a long time and not getting a reply, I said softly: "During this time, Master was very kind to me, he agreed to eat whatever I wanted, and even took me on a very expensive cruise ship. But as soon as I asked him where Yang Xiuyi went, he refused to tell me. Tears slipped silently, and I tried my best to suppress my crying, "I live very hard every day, especially in my mind, there are many chaotic pictures, some of my master cursed Yang Xiuyi, and some of Yang Xiuyi was injured, I can't tell the order from the true and false." Also, maybe the master forced me to cut him off, maybe Yang Xiuyi is dead...... I'm especially scared of ......"

It took almost all my strength to say these words, I struggled to raise my hand to wipe away my tears, I vaguely heard a sob, and I was still wondering if it was my own, Qing Luo's voice sounded with a slight cry: "He's on his way back, he will rush back to see you." ”

I was overjoyed: "Really? ”

"Hmm." She sniffed and said lightly, "You sleep, my father will come to call us early tomorrow." ”

The quilt gradually had a slight warmth, it was the heat of the charcoal basin under the bed, and the window cracks were penetrated by rain stains, so I pinched the quilt corner: "Okay." ”

After a night of autumn rain, the second day when I pushed the door out of the house, I started to rest, and the air was full of earthy fragrance. I habitually went to the back kitchen to boil water, and found that the master, who had been waiting for me to bring water to wash my face, was sitting behind the stove, staring at the fire with stunned eyes.

"Master."

He came back to his senses, the gauze on his face had not been removed, and his exposed eyes were bloodshot: "Get up." He got up and took out a few hot buns from the steamer, "The ones your master went to the village to buy, they are all meat buns that you love." ”

I reached out and took it and asked, "Have you eaten it?" ”

"After drinking some porridge, you go back to the house first and prepare to bathe, Master will boil the water later, and your master will go and prepare Yueluo Xianglu for you."

"Okay."

Turning around and stepping out of the wooden door, I paused slightly, and when I turned around, Master was still standing and looking at me.

My heart ached, I looked at the vast sky, the wind was light and the clouds were light, like a qiē could be lightly brushed away. I took a bite of the bun, the fragrant oil juice moistened my mouth, and I walked down the bamboo steps.

After bathing in the bathroom, I changed into a light white bedclothes, and before I returned to the room, I smelled a strong medicinal fragrance.

For five hours, I was lying in the medicine array, with several seals around me, and my father and master surrounded me, with no specific method, but I tried again and again.

The right hand was cut open with blood, and the left hand was fed with blood worms, and the jade suspended above my body would penetrate my chest, stirring and circulating in my body with the star sequence map they discharged.

I really admired my father's ability, so I didn't feel a trace of pain in these processes, but the ending did not change, he finally shook his head and said in a deep voice: "There is nothing to do." ”

Shizun was slightly stunned, and my father slowly pulled out a few long needles on the center of my eyebrows and the side of my face: "There are only three methods that I know in my life, the first is to mash the juice of more than 3,000 straw grass and wash the bone marrow with the method of purifying blood Gu, but the straw grass only blooms under the Kunlun green tree and on the cliff of the demon world, and the grass under the green tree was destroyed thousands of years ago, and the grass on the cliff is eaten raw by the demons all year round to relieve the evil qi, and there is probably not even the turf left. The second is to cultivate as a continuation of life, drink to quench thirst, the most important thing. The third is to break Ling Xiaozhu and rush it into his body, this method is Shen Zhongming's desperate attempt and success, but unfortunately there is no Ling Xiaozhu in the world. ”

The long needle fell into a small basin full of noble concubines with purple blood, and the master helped me up: "Does it hurt?" ”

With a thick gauze wrapped around my right wrist, I shook my head: "It doesn't hurt." ”

Outside the house, the breeze parted from the branches, and the shadows of geese left a long cloud line in the air, and the master knocked on the door of the master's room, and soon the master's weeping and bitter cry were heard.

The west wind blew three or five petals, white and flawless, slightly fragrant, I couldn't bear to listen to Master's cry anymore, so I got up and closed the window sash.

One hour, two hours, the shadow of the table and chair gradually lengthened by the sunset, and I stayed on the edge of the bed, holding the yellowed and old pages in my hand, the handwriting was awkward and jerky, the draft I had taken when I was a child when I was memorizing witchcraft and formation equipment.

My thoughts were in a state of confusion, and it wasn't until a snoring sound penetrated my vague senses that I slowly got out of bed with my cold, stiff limbs as if I had just woken up from a dream.

Holding a candlestick in the room, I finally knelt on the ground, and the candle flame clearly illuminated the sleeping man under the bed, with a childish face and a thin white dress.

The candlelight flickered, his long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened, his eyes seemed to be frightened when they touched my face, and he picked up the charcoal basin and smashed it at me after exclaiming.

He was scared by me, and I wasn't scared by him, but unfortunately my cold body couldn't react quickly, so I could only watch the charcoal basin smash into my face. There seemed to be blood on my forehead and nose, but I was sluggish for a long time before I could slowly feel the pain.

The faint candle flame went out, and I struggled to get up, but he grabbed my wrist: "Come here!" ”

"Division...... Hmmm......"

He covered his mouth, I stretched out my foot and kicked him, he slapped me with his hand, I threw him with a candlestick, he grabbed another charcoal basin and smashed me.

The sound of the skull shattering sounded in my ears, I opened my eyes in confusion, he looked at the charcoal basin in his hand in dismay, and then looked at me in astonishment: "Ya, girl." ”

hurriedly pounced: "Don't die, girl!" Crescent moon! ”

As soon as my eyes closed, I collapsed to the ground. (To be continued)

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