When the child is in the sky, there is no moon in the sky. The treetops were shaken by the wind, and the shadows of the trees were reflected on the window screens, like evil ghosts caught by the dancing teeth. In the treetops, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, staring gloomily at the window. With a "quack", the owner of the eyes in the treetops suddenly opened his black wings. The crow swept through the sky like a ghost.

The crow cries at night, ominous.

The crow's cry was followed by a miserable baby cry. Yuan Cangshu woke up suddenly, Rao is a generation of grandmasters, accustomed to seeing ghosts and ghosts, and he was still shocked into a cold sweat.

Yuan Cangshu opened the door and quietly looked at the dark night sky.

When the dark clouds obscured the moon, the Xuanyue sculpture in the Xuanyue Temple became brighter and brighter.

In the past few days, I don't know if there was too much trouble with Fufeng, or if I saw Vermilion Bird Lingyu in Muyun Heavenly Palace, Yuan Cangshu always felt restless.

He opened the door and walked down the mountain, slowly walking out of the Xuanyue Temple.

The white robe swayed at his feet, and the long white beard fluttered gently in the wind. His pure white hair was tied in a bun on the top of his head. It's just an ordinary walk, and he also has the temperament of a fairy wind and bones.

The disciple who was on the road saw that Yuan Cangshu was about to salute, Yuan Cangshu waved his hand to stop him, and walked towards the outside of the Xuanyue Temple on his own.

This is what he has been accustomed to for many years, and when he can't sleep at night, he goes to the Yuan family's seal to find Guangbai.

Guangbai is the scholar of Yuan Cangshu, the son of the servant of the Yuan family, and soon after Yuan Cangshu became the sect leader of the Xuanyue Temple, Guangbai went to Fengdui to guard the tomb.

Now Guangbai is also as old as Yuan Cangshu.

In the whitebark pine forest outside the mound, there is a small wooden house. Guangbai was dressed in coarse cloth and sat in a small cabin with a gray beard.

Yuan Cangshu knocked lightly on the door.

Guangbai raised his head slightly: "Come in." ”

Yuan Cangshu pushed the door and walked in, and saw Guangbai warming wine with a small clay stove on the table.

"You haven't slept yet. ”

Guangbai poured a glass of wine for Yuan Cangshu and pointed to the direction of the seal outside the window: "Can you always fall asleep after death, why do you sleep so much now?"

Yuan Cangshu nodded Guangbai's forehead: "You don't conform to the theory of the Medicine Sect." ”

Guangbai sneered: "It's just you guys." ”

"It's hard for you to keep guarding them. ”

Guangbai glanced at Yuan Cangshu: "You have been saying this sentence for decades. ”

Yuan Cangshu took a sip of wine. Guangbai likes to drink spirits, and even if it is warmed in a small tandoor, it is still very spicy.

The liquor swept through his throat to warm up Yuan Cangshu's body.

Yuan Cangshu sighed: "Guangbai, I've always been a little restless these days. I always feel that there is something big going on in Fufeng. I'm afraid I won't be able to defend the Xuanyue Temple. ”

Guang Bai raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Yuan Cangshu. The wrinkles at the corners of the wide white eyes tugged at the eyelids drooping slightly, half-covering the brown pupils.

Maybe it's because he rarely speaks, but when he speaks, he always feels cloudy, as if something is stuck in his throat.

"It's been all these years, and you've been doing a good job. ”

Yuan Cangshu was silent.

"Are they all okay?" asked Yuan Cangshu.

Guangbai said in a deep voice: "What is so good about people who sleep underground? ”

"Guangbai, maybe one day I'll go there too. But the thought of sleeping there with an old man like you drinking next to me doesn't seem so terrible. ”

Guangbai sneered: "If you go there, my lifespan will also be up, right?!"

"Guangbai, do you have any unfinished business?"

Guangbai looked at the seal pile in the distance and drank the wine in the cup, and after a long time, he held the wine glass and his voice was a little hoarse: "I want him to come back to life, okay?"

Yuan Cangshu's face changed: "Guangbai, he's dead!

Guangbai looked back at Yuan Cangshu, and his half-stretched eyelids were a little cloudy: "He didn't have to die, did he?"

Yuan Cangshu stood up suddenly: "Guangbai, you and I don't want to talk about this topic again!"

"Why can't you talk!" Guangbai was a little annoyed: "He is such a good person, he gave you and me everything good, but he ended up like that! Can't a living person speak for him?"

"Guangbai!" Yuan Cangshu shouted: "He has become a demon!"

"So what!" Guangbai snapped and crushed the wine glass in his hand.

Yuan Cangshu's face was pale: "Guangbai, you and I are both immortal cultivators, and we should put the world first!

"Xuanyue Temple helps people all over the world, but you don't save him?! I have been puzzled for so many years, how did you be so ruthless and able to do it!"

"He killed a dozen innocent people!"

"At that time, he had gone mad, not his heart!"

"If you fall into the devil and hurt the lives of innocent people, that is evil!

"Evil?" Guang Bai smiled dumbly: "He was also the young sect master of the Xuanyue Temple, and he is also your eldest brother!"

Yuan Cangshu's face turned pale: "Guangbai, back then, Yuan Qin Geng was greedy for evil arts and fell into the devil, it was you and I who joined forces to suppress evil spirits, why do you want to be persistent now?"

"But I regret it. Guangbai sat down dejectedly and buried his face in his palm: "Cangshu, I regret it." After he died, I came to guard the mausoleum, and I thought that after so many years, I could make up for my mistakes. But no. Atractylodes, no matter how long I keep it, I can't be at ease. ”

"Guangbai, after Qin Geng's death, you ruined your voice, broke the willow flute, and vowed not to sing again. You've been here for thirty-five years. That's enough. ”

Guangbai raised his head and there seemed to be a hint of expectation in his cloudy eyes: "Cangshu, if there is a chance to bring Qin Gang back to life, will you be willing?"

Yuan Cangshu frowned: "Guangbai, he has become a demon, and we have long been strangers to him." What's the point of saying that he has turned into bones?"

Guangbai sat down at the small wooden table dejectedly. A little warm light danced in the small clay oven on the table, and the aroma of warm wine wafted out. But there was no warmth in the house.

Yuan Cangshu sighed and said, "Guangbai, I'm leaving." ”

Yuan Cangshu was just about to walk out of the cabin, but Guangbai's voice sounded behind him: "Cangshu, have you ever regarded Qin Gang as your own brother?"

Yuan Cangshu's face froze, and he looked back at Guangbai indifferently: "Guangbai, he is my eldest brother." ”

Guangbai looked at Yuan Cangshu with dead fish-like eyes, and repeated stiffly, "Have you ever treated him sincerely?"

"He's a demon!" Yuan Cangshu was a little hysterical.

Guangbai still looked at Yuan Cangshu calmly: "If I didn't like him at the beginning, wouldn't it be possible for you to let him go?"

Both of them are already gray-haired, and they no longer have the childish impulses of teenagers when they talk about the past, but the pain they have endured for many years is engraved in their weathered eyes.

Yuan Cangshu seemed to have lost in this silent battle. He lowered his head and whispered, "I've already put it down." Guangbai, you should also let go. ”

Yuan Cangshu silently walked out of the cabin.

Guangbai looked at Yuan Cangshu for a moment, his former best friend was suddenly ten years old, and he seemed to have run out of oil, and when the lamp was dry, the spirits could not stain his pale cheeks with a trace of blood.

A kestrel flapped its wings and flew into the cabin, transforming into a young man in a flaming red gown by the small tandoor.

"Have you thought it through?" the kestrel looked at Guangbai with a smirk.

Guangbai looked at the kestrels, and the brilliance in his eyes had all dimmed: "As long as you can take out his spirit beads, you can resurrect him?"

"Yes. Kestrel said happily.

"How do I know if you're lying to me?"

"How do you know if you don't try?"