CHAPTER XXXI

"Why did you choose me?"

One person has one lamp, and there is no one else, there is only a lamp that shakes itself without wind.

The blue is vibrant, swaying brightly.

"Li, I ask you, why are you staying here?"

"Why am I here?" There was a humming and slightly hoarse sound, like a cry, and then it fell silent.

"It's probably the begging of the little ghost!"

Then it fell silent again.

"Mortals are clumsy, they can't recognize that your glass beast is to protect the family and defend the country, stabilize the society, and falsely treat you as an evil thing that needs shark oil, and you are pushed back and forth by the world in vain, and you don't care about these."

Tongue-in-cheek.

The one who was called the Glass Beast was indifferent to his banter.

"What have you gained in the past 100 years of this world? It is rumored that the lamp soul in the fairy world is the most faint desire, why are you so greedy for red dust? ”

"Covet red dust? I don't know. ”

After a while, he replied faintly.

The hustle and bustle of the red dust is not suitable for the cultivation of the lamp soul, how can he not know this? It's just that the little ghost at that time made him feel at ease, so he followed him to stay in the world.

Now...... Not necessarily.

I witnessed the little ghost head change from a yellow-mouthed child to an old man, and then disappeared into the world, and mortal life is like morning dew, fleeting. As for his descendants, they don't need my company, and there is nothing else in the red dust, so what is there to be nostalgic for......

"A mortal life, a autumn of grass and trees, and you, the soul of the lamp that will not die for thousands of years and never go out for thousands of years, are trying in vain to rely on the small human beings to warm the long and endless years, just an idiot."

The reincarnation of the world, all sentient beings can live in their own ways, and these chaos cannot be made.

It's not just a mess......

"That's it."

There is no longer any loneliness in the mouth, and the thousands of years of living alone have already dulled his memory, although it will not pass in the blink of an eye, but hundreds of years is the limit.

It's good to be sluggish, at least not for the Lamp Soul.

Seeing that they were leaving, the black and white impermanence on the side naturally stopped them. There must be something wrong with this self-proclaimed mediocre one, so stop it anyway.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to leave today."

This ghost is not a fairy thing, and the old ghost with this lamp soul is leaving. Their destination, naturally, will not be in the underworld.

"Why, the underworld also takes care of the affairs of the heavenly realm?"

Heavenly Realm, with the bursts of evil aura that his body can't hide, when did the Heavenly Realm come out like this?

It's hard to hide your charm while walking.

It's a waste to talk nonsense with a wicked person like him. Without replying, he put the spiritualism in his hand out. The black-and-white impermanence of spiritualism is effective against all living souls and evil things in the world.

Fan Wuxian sacrificed the spiritualism, this spell, sent to the sky, the monster group wrapped in it, this big spell has been issued, and Xie Bi'an two ghosts on both sides, the power of the underworld into the soul fan, above the leaves, the words of the Buddha appear in the air, if the soul is bound by the spiritualism, wait until the black and white impermanence wave the soul in the hand, you can take down the soul.

Seeing that evil is invincible to spiritualism.

On the other side, Song Nian was worshipping.

This place is not difficult to find, just now Song Nian came out of the inn, so he naturally inquired.

This land has changed its master, but it can be said that it has not changed. The ruler of this land is still his descendants, but he never imagined that it would be so absurd.

This has nothing to do with this person who sleeps in the ground. He was already the pile of dust that he couldn't pick up, or he was reincarnated as a human.

And he Song Nian, really just came to see.

Promise him, and Song Nian will abide by this.

After a few moments, he turned and left.

"Gone."

A word to him, the right to be a consolation, Song Nian also didn't know when he would meet again.

"Who are you?"

Before he could turn around, someone was behind it.

Song Nian is now wearing that robe, although it can block the aura of the mortal world, but Song Nian has no magic at all, and the Zhongyuan Festival and his party are still because of his white robe, giving him the ability that he has never appeared on weekdays.

But there is a limit to what you can do.

At the end of the Midyear Festival, he no longer had the slightest power of magic in Song Nian, and he was a living soul in the underworld.

Although he escaped from the side hall of the King of the Underworld that day, there were ghosts guarding the side hall outside the side hall, naturally he could not swagger out, but it would not make Song Nian so embarrassed, and the biggest reason for this was that he turned back to the Taozhi Mountain Illusion.

He couldn't leave that stupid boy behind.

That stupid boy, who has been following him for a long time, if Song Nian misses this year's Midyear Festival, the next one will be a year later, so will he still have a chance to save him? When he rescued the little fool, he found that in order to resist the continuous erosion of the Peach Stop Mountain, and to prevent the evil spirit suppressed by the Peach Stop Mountain, he actually sealed himself.

If he wants to break the seal, he can't do it now.

In addition, although he was sealed, he was injured after all, and it will take time to recuperate when he returns to normal.

He came out this time in Song Nian to find something and use his power to restore the kid to its original state.

When he was in the Song Dynasty, all he met were stupid boys.

The one who now knows nothing, and has appeared in his original form, and is silent in that little shop, is a stupid boy, and the rotten and rotten in the tomb in front of him is also a stupid boy.

Although he is a little stupid, he is better than to make him happy. Perhaps for this reason, in his eyes, there are some similarities.

Who is it, he is no longer a human being.

It's a pity that I didn't ask the stupid boy in the tomb who his name was.

And the words of the people behind him are all unheard. Although he Song Nian didn't know that technique, he was a soul after all, and when he took off the robe, he would never be in front of anyone again.

“……”

The people who came looked at Song Nian and scattered neatly in front of him, and there was no trace. For a while, I was on the spot, and I didn't know what to do.

He had just seen the man, on a painting.

Naughty as a child, he once saw the painting in an old palace. He didn't draw on paper, he carved it on the stone tablet. The slab was abandoned in the rubble, and he had stumbled upon it.

It is very similar to this man.

"What's wrong?"

Next to this person, there was a shadow and a figure, but it was the head of a beast.

"Qilin Beast, you once said that an ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty met a godman, and the person engraved on the stone slab was the godman?"

"Hmm."

The one who is called the unicorn is clothed by this person, just because his sleeves are thin, and his posture is a little weak.

"What I just saw, is that him?"

When he received the answer, the person who came turned sharply, and the clothes that had just been draped on his body fell aside. In the eyes, Yingying is full of surprise.

"Qilin, the Northern Zhou Dynasty has been saved, saved, and the gods are still thinking of their ancestors now, and they will definitely ...... Will definitely favor the Northern Zhou, right, right? ”

Seeing the eagerness of his question, his chest rose and fell violently, and his face was a little flushed because of this excitement.

"Hmm."

I didn't say it was right, and I didn't say it was wrong.

This god man may be the generation that the ancestors of the Northern Zhou Dynasty encountered, and he can care about the Northern Zhou Dynasty or not, without relying on the god man, he Qilin Beast can also know the result. He is the prosperity of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, if the Northern Zhou Dynasty is expected in the future, then why doesn't he Qilin know?

But as a Heavenly Realm Divine Beast, he couldn't even see the slightest trace of his invisible form now.

The unicorn no longer has a trace of strength.

This great week, from the day of destruction, is only the morning and evening.

But this is a heavenly opportunity, and it cannot be divulged.

"I never thought that this unicorn beast actually chose someone else."

Song Nian didn't leave, these four places were empty, and there was nowhere to hide. And although this place is said to be heavy in yin qi, there is still that haoran qi in it, and when he can't, Song Nian hides in this tomb.

This tomb is the place where the king of a country lived after his death. Naturally, it is not small, there is no bright light in this twilight cave, only that place, exuding a faint blue light. After Song Nian heard the words of the two above, the beast-faced one was afraid that it was the unicorn.

But the one around him is not Zhou Xing, the emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. This person's body is not good, his face is pale, his limbs are weak, and his body is described as withered.

It is really rare for a unicorn to be chosen.

The unicorn is a symbol of the prosperity of the people sent by the heavens, assisting a generation of kings to be diligent in their administration, and they can make mistakes when they go wrong. But if this emperor in the world is mediocre, this unicorn beast can choose another person, but it can never be replaced.

You can choose another person, but you must not be the one who is about to die.

It seems that there are many mysteries in this.

I saw the two of them leaving.

Song Nian wanted to put on a robe and leave from this tomb.

But that bright light made Song Nian stop. Looking at the outline, I thought it should be a jade figure, but when I saw the height, I felt that it was slightly inconsistent.

Bypass the coffin, walk towards the Yingying, and wait until you get closer, and see what it is.

"This silly boy!" laughed and scolded, but after saying this, he couldn't cry or laugh. Just because it was not a jade statue of one person, but two people, it was engraved with the scene he saw for the first time with this kid that day, and the folds of the corners of the clothes brought by the wind at that time, he depicted it in detail, and that face, now that Song Nian looked at it, it was a little strange.

How long had it been since he had looked at himself so closely, or maybe he hadn't been able to take a good look at the child that day, the child with dark and shining eyes.

Song Nian stopped for a long time in front of this jade statue.

Looking at this, the past is vivid.

I thought that he had almost forgotten it in the depths of his memory, but it was in such a tomb, and he was overwhelmed by the flooding of tombs.

This is the past of his Song years, and it is also the silly boy who has spent his life looking forward to his return.

In this way, looking at the jade statue's eyebrows and eyes, the height is a little vivid.

In fact, the scene was slightly different from what they saw. There was no mistake in the folds of the robe.

Wrong—he didn't hold him that day.

The only thing he remembered about that day was the child tugging at the corners of his clothes, and the timid but dark eyes.

And here, the child of the jade figure handed his hands to the palm of the jade figure. Between the eyebrows and eyes, in addition to the beauty in the memory, there is also a bit of satisfaction.

In this dark tomb, if there is no accident, this jade statue will always be in this corner, and that little child has always dared to be here, secretly holding his hand.

Dark.

Thoughts that will never be discovered.

"You wanted to hold my hand......"