The next day, the sky was high and cloudy, just like yesterday.

Last night, Shan Hai drew a special topographical array on paper and did divination. I put the judge's pen on it, and the place where it fell was really south, slightly westerly. After packing up, they all gathered at the door of the silversmith's shop, ready to say goodbye to Yun Ge. Besides, Mu Wan wasn't sure about her itinerary - she wanted to find Nawa Jinhua, so she planned to come and ask Yun Ge more today.

Although she didn't tell Dai Luan about this, she seemed to see that she was sullen on the road. She also knew that Shanhai only said that he would accompany Mu Wan to Jintong Township, but did not say the road below. The two themselves have different goals, and it is only a matter of time before they part ways.

Dismounted, and walked to the door of the blacksmith's shop, where they saw a sign that the door was closed. Before he finished reading, Yun Ge came out of the house with his luggage on his back. They were a little surprised, looking at this, he was also planning to leave Jintong Township.

"...... are you?" Shanhai asked him.

"I'm determined to set out to find the last of the Violetes."

"You mean, you know where it is?" Mu Wan's expression was complicated.

Yun Ge shook his head and said honestly, "No. It was precisely because the clue was so vague that I didn't have the idea of looking for it. But yesterday, I saw Ruyuejun's Huangquan Bell with my own eyes, and I was amazed by the magic workmanship. I know that there is still a big distance between me and my father, and it is a way to eat and wait for death here all my life, and it is also a way to go to find flowers and come back to ask him clearly. ”

"It's a good thing that you can think about it."

Shan Hai told him this ordinarily, and Mu Wan felt a little strange. Maybe I'm not a craftsman, but it's hard to feel the spontaneous stimulation of something in my heart.

"By the way, Rinmichi Chief...... My father taught me a sentence in addition to those skills and crafts. But I'm just a rough guy and I don't understand much, can you break it down for me? ”

It seemed that this was thought out after some thought, rather than improvisation, and it seemed that at least the mountains and seas had left a good impression on him, so that he was willing to say it. Shanhai nodded, and let him speak:

"What do you mean by 'to the heart'?"

Rin Shanhai was speechless for a while.

Although Shanhai is also from Taoism, he has read many obscure books. But to be honest, he doesn't have a good idea of this kind of stuff himself. Theory and practice are two different things, and the most taboo thing for him is empty talk on paper, after all, no matter how he says, he himself has seen some of the world, and he is well aware that there is a deep gap between ideals and reality. Who knew that Yun Ge suddenly came up with such a fake empty sentence, and he was really difficult to pick up for a while.

If you think about it carefully, since it is what the god craftsman Yun Gong said, there is naturally a truth that he has personally practiced. But interlacing is like separating mountains, although many truths in the world are interconnected, but Shanhai is not a craftsman, and he doesn't like to pretend to understand, so he can only interpret it according to his own feelings.

"Rin is a shallow learner, and can only understand the literal meaning. To 'to' means realization, and here it may be the process of both knowledge and action, and the original heart should be the flow of the original intention, the conscience, and the original intention. I don't know exactly how to combine it and how to interpret it......"

Yun Ge nodded as if he didn't understand, and replied to him, "What I understand is similar to yours, but it's a little more shallow. Listening to your words, I can't talk about a lot of emotion, but I have taken it to heart. In the future, when you are confused, you will think about it more. ”

"The four seas are big, the mountains and rivers are always there, and the rivers and lakes will meet again."

"Goodbye."

Looking at Yun Ge's distant back, Dai Luan suddenly remembered something.

"Mu Wan won't go with him?"

The nominee sighed and said helplessly:

"This flower is said to be the only one left, if he really finds it, he will also bring it back to his hometown, how can I guard it and wait for the Yingyuejun to send it to the door? Let's take it another way. He's right, how to go, isn't it all the way? ”

Dai Luan was much happier, and the haze on her face was swept away.

Walking on the wide dirt road and riding a horse, Mu Wan suddenly remembered Ruyuejun's words. She reached into the hem of her dress and took out the sachet at her waist. This sachet is not big, but it is a little heavy, and I don't know what spices are inside. It was very old, the pattern was a little dull, and the background color seemed to be a very bright turquoise. It's been too long, she has long forgotten what the sachet smells like, she only remembers that her parents were ready when she was born, and when she grew up, there was still a little faint incense, and it smelled very reassuring.

She pinched it again now, leaned over and smelled it, but there was really no fragrance.

"That's?" Shanhai glanced at her.

"A sachet, my mother said it was a talisman, keep safe."

"Is that so?"

Dai Luan suddenly turned her head behind Mu Wan and said to him:

"By the way, Shanhai, when you were in Qi's house, do you remember? Thou hast said unto me, Man is more terrible, and demons are slain by man. ”

"I think so."

"At the time, I thought it was familiar, but now that I think about it, Ruyue-kun also said something when I was a child."

"What?"

"It's easier to draw ghosts, but it's harder to draw people, but it's hard to draw people's hearts. What does this mean? ”

Mu Wan joked, saying that you guys gave him a problem.

"No, it's always difficult for me," although he complained, he wasn't necessarily very upset, "I've heard the first half of the sentence." The meaning on the face is that it is very easy to arbitrarily decide things that are unnecessary, but it takes a lot of effort to learn real talents, and if you are slightly inferior, you will get out of the way. But, since this is followed by the second half of the sentence...... Maybe I just want to say that people's hearts are complicated. ”

"In this way...... Mu Wan seemed to think of something, "maybe there is some preface or afterword to the heart." ”

“…… That's right. ”

It's just that since he has parted with Yun Ge, no matter how much he talks about it, it will be useless. Rather than finding Wa Jinhua, Shanhai hopes that he can understand his father's meaning as soon as possible and become the same or better craftsman.

No one said anything superfluous on the road, and Shanhai couldn't help but recall Jiyuejun's words. Since he was a child, he has met Jiyuejun many times, but he has never gotten along too much, only that he is a little casual and quite leisurely and elegant. He probably knew his character, and as for his friend named Liangyuejun, he shouldn't be a great villain.

Besides, Jiyue-kun is indeed busy with business.

At the orders of the Lord, he had just arrived at a village—a village, but it was almost indistinguishable from the ruins. There was nothing here, and the dense vegetation on the building looked like layers of heavy dark green cloth, which had been abandoned for more than twenty years, to say the least.

His eyes were still covered with black silk, and he carried the stringless lyre behind him.

This piano must be a hundred-year-old guqin, and the plum blossoms on the body of the piano can be vaguely seen. It's just that this piano uses pure antler frost tires, and the broken lines are even more precious. The piano is made of jade, and the emblem is made of some kind of shellfish. This wood is not used for anything else, it is Jin Sinan. It's just that it's been too long, and what is revealed in the place where there is no womb is ebony. The wood of Jin Si Nan is between the tung and the cedar, but this piano is not an orthodox Jin Si Nan, but a coffin, so that the whole body exudes a cold atmosphere.

There were also patches of mottled, dark red blood.

The overgrown road has long been invisible, which makes it difficult for him to walk. But the impact caused by that is no different from ordinary people, and it will not be more difficult because the Polar Moon Monarch can't see. After all, there was a light breeze here, and the grass and trees of the houses blown by the wind gave a slight friction to him, and he heard everything that swept by.

The wind told him that it had been a bustling town.

The bustling streetscape, the noisy bazaar. People are rubbing shoulders and busy; In the past, the pavilions and pavilions, Yaotai Yinque, all vividly. As you walk, you seem to be able to pass by someone, the shouts of the vendors, the bells on the carriages, and the table tennis in the restaurant, all of which are endless, and it is very lively.

But that's all just an illusion.

Dense vines clinging to each wall, thick moss condensed in every tile. Except for the sound of the wind, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of unknown demons walking through the alleys and grass, there was no other sound. The walls covered with notices had weathered the wind and rain, and the mutilated pieces of paper on them were blurred. Through the dirty glass covered with plants, the untended furniture in the house accumulated a thick layer of dust.

He picked the house, pushed open the broken door, and walked in. There were rotten and decomposed dishes on the table, and when the cabinet was opened, valuable things were still placed inside. Every house is, under the ashes of that time, hiding the very pyrotechnic, cookie-cutter ordinary days.

There is not a single person, and there is not a single complete dead man.

I don't know if these corpses were mutilated at the beginning, or maybe they were divided up by wild beasts after they died. In the dirt halfway down the road, half of the human skull was exposed, already covered with a layer of filthy dust. There was a hand bone hanging from the window, as if its body had been ripped off by something. There are many such messy and mutilated human bones.

In the center of the ruined city is an open-air altar. There are more bones piled up here.

But, not as a sacrifice – but at the feast. There were broken strips of cloth hanging on them, and Jiyuejun bent down and reached out to touch them, feeling that they were very high-grade fabrics, presumably with a prominent status during his lifetime. When I touched it again, the bones of the corpse were relatively intact, but the bones in the abdomen felt a little rough and frosted. If he had ordinary eyes, he would have found that those parts of the bones were all dark red, as if they had been quenched with poison. Around, there are also many Yin-Yang Dao magic weapons.

Something happened here - maybe a failed sacrifice angered the spirits, or maybe something else. The out-of-control force killed almost all the Onmyoji present, rushed out of the altar, and swept the town with destruction and panic. Many of them died—and those who survived didn't even have time to clean up, so they abandoned the possessions they had accumulated in their lives and fled for their lives.

"Yayoi ...... Is it? ”