Some people always like to look at the people in the photo paper and miss the past, especially at night. Sleeping cats say that the night is best for missing someone, clean and pure. With some red wine and a teary-eyed movie, such a night would have rendered Meng Po soup ineffective. But when the mind picks up a person (jìn), that is when it acts recklessly, and if you fight back, you will be bruised all over your body, like a fist with seven wounds. Thinking about it, missing is just a game of cat and mouse, and the bitter thing is that the fun in it makes people unable to extricate themselves. Tired, tired, often either dead or injured, although the hospital does not have WiFi, there is a window that can block the missing.

In the middle of the night, Yuehan suddenly sat up from (chuáng), but fortunately Nianyi next to (shēn) was not woken up by her, and if Nianyi woke up, he would definitely cry again. Yuehan gently lowered (chuáng), the leaves were slightly mottled under the moonlight, she put on a dress and quietly came to the middle hall, at this time Fang Haotian and his wife were asleep in the next room. Yuehan took out a cigarette and a lighter from the cigarette case on the table and put them in his jacket pocket, and tiptoed into the yard.

The night breeze was really a little cold, and Yuehan sat on the small bench where Fang Haotian was wearing a good coat (tào) every day, and the thoughts in her heart crept up like flames when the cigarette paper was noisy in the fire. A few days ago, Yuehan received a call from Wanli, there was no accusation, no correction (qíng), it can be said that there was nothing, Wanli only cried on the other end of the phone for an hour, a quiet listening, a wanton crying bitterly.

Zhang Ze's death also had a big and small wound in Yuehan's heart, she hoped to help Wanli share some of her tears, but this was just her own fantasy, how could the strong and stubborn Wanli easily throw this burden of pain to others. Yuehan is now more and more worried about Fang Fan, and Fang Fan didn't answer Yuehan's phone call all day, which caused her to have the nightmare that woke her up suddenly. The smoke dispersed in the moonlight, and then was blown away by a gust of night wind.

"Can't sleep?"

Yuehan looked back and saw her mother-in-law, Nangong (ài), standing at the door looking at her, Yuehan hurriedly extinguished the cigarette, and then said.

"Mom, why are you up?"

Nangong (ài) gently patted Yuehan's shoulder and said.

"Sit down. I know why you're having insomnia, and you'll be fine. ”

Yuehan nodded, but still had a disturbed watch (qíng) on her face. Nangong (ài) said with a smile.

"You are the same as me back then, I was also worried about Fang Fan and his father all day like this, haven't you come over like this for so many years. Nothing will change because of your worries, only your worries will increase dramatically with your worries. Although Fan'er is my son, but everyone has his own life, wealth is in the sky, if God forcibly wants to take him back, then I, the mother, will accompany him. It is your business to accompany him for the rest of your life, but it has nothing to do with you to give your life for him, you have more important things. ”

After that, Nangong (ài) pointed to Nian Yi in the bedroom, and Yuehan said.

"I understand what you mean, but I can't help but worry about the other party, so I can't help it."

"Silly boy."

At this time, Nian Yi woke up and called out to her mother in the house, Nangong (ài) patted her on the shoulder and said.

"Go ahead."

"Did you also take Fang Fan like this back then?"

Nangong (ài) shook his head and said.

"This is what I owe Fang Fan the most, and if I had half the courage of yours back then, I would have kept Fang Fan by my (shēn) side."

Yuehan smiled and walked into the bedroom, picked up Nianyi and patted him lightly on the back, Nianyi turned crying into laughter in his mother's arms. After Yuehan lulled Nian Yi to sleep again, she glanced at the moonlight in the courtyard and muttered to herself.

"Fang Fan, where are you?"

At this time, in the tomb (xué) of the mountain behind Chifeng Mountain, although Fang Fan had absorbed all the power of the nightmare into his body, he was unable to assimilate this powerful power with his ordinary (shēn) body. Now that there is no soul bondage of Nightmare, this power can no longer be controlled by Xincang, but fortunately, there is a void in the way. He helped Fang Fan seal the power of the Wei in the major (xué) realms of the (shēn) body, and whenever he wanted to use this power, he had to mobilize the seven meridians and eight veins to mobilize this power together, but if he wanted to master the method of mobilizing the seven meridians and eight veins, he had to master the Liuyun Jue.

"Fang Fan, you try to use the power of the nightmare."

Fang Fan followed the shape of rotation (shēn) just mentioned by Xuzi Dao, stepped on the ground with his right foot, dotted the ground with his left foot, and slowly gestured with his hands in mid-air.

"Daddy, I feel like my (shēn) body is going to explode."

"Don't panic, find a way to release it from the (shēn) body."

Fang Fan's qi sank into the dantian at this time, and then lifted the qi, he felt that the qi in his body was gradually rising, his arms were getting heavier and heavier, suddenly Fang Fan raised his hands above his head, and then pushed hard against the sky, a red pillar of light rushed straight into the sky, and the thick clouds made a big circular hole. After a while, the red pillar of light slowly disappeared, Fang Fan put down his arm and his face turned pale, his feet were weak for a while, and his legs shook back and forth.

"Fang Fan, how do you feel?"

"I feel like I'm having low blood sugar."

"It seems that you can't completely control it yet, I'll take you to see Duan Sanniang early tomorrow morning."

Times (rì) Tianming, Xuzidao took Fang Fan down the mountain to find Duan Sanniang. As soon as he came out of the cave, Fang Fan was dizzy from the sunlight, and he suddenly leaned against the stone wall, and countless pictures suddenly flashed in front of him.

"Fang Fan, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Fan rubbed the sun (xué) and said.

"It's nothing, it's just a little tired."

"Let's go. After a while, I went to Duan Sanniang's place to take a good rest. ”

About a few dozen minutes later, they came to Duan Sanniang's house, Xuzidao knocked on the door, and after a while, a small face peeked out from the crack in the door, Fang Fan saw her and said.

"Qing'er."

Qing'er saw that it was Fang Fan, and immediately said with a smile.

"Brother Fang Fan, are you okay?"

Qing'er opened the door, Fang Fan picked up Qing'er, and said.

"It's okay. What about Duan Sanniang? ”

"Sanniang is inside."

Xuzidao strode towards Duan Sanniang's room, Duan Sanniang saw Xuzidao and immediately saluted respectfully, Xuzidao said.

"Excuse me, I have something to ask you for today."

"What's the matter?"

"I hope you can pass on the Flowing Cloud Technique to Fang Fan."

"Liuyun has never been passed on to outsiders, you should know it."

Xuzi Dao looked embarrassed, thought about it and said.

"Fang Fan, come here."

Fang Fan walked in front of Duan Sanniang, and Xuzi continued.

"Kneel down and call Godmother."

Fang Fan and Duan Sanniang were both stunned, and then Duan Sanniang said.

"What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you say that Liuyun Jue doesn't pass on to outsiders? Let Fang Fan recognize you as a godmother, and you will not be considered an outsider. ”

At this time, Jinqiu walked out of the room sleepily, saw Fang Fan and they were talking, and walked over with a little excitement and said.

"Fang Fan, are you okay?"

Fang Fan stepped forward and hugged Jinqiu and said excitedly.

"It's okay, thanks to you."

At this time, Xuzidao coughed, and Fang Fan hurriedly returned to Duan Sanniang to kneel again. Jinqiu asked quietly.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

"It's none of your business, go back to the house."

"You're not going to ask Fang Fan to do anything, are you?"

"I said you should go back to the house."

At this time, Xuzidao took over the conversation and said.

"Since Jinqiu is here, he is a sensible child, let him speak fairly."

Jinqiu asked inexplicably.

"What's the matter?"

So Xuzi Dao completely explained Fang Fan's (qíng) situation and the need for Liuyun Jue to protect his body, and Jinqiu frowned slightly. After a moment, he said to Duan Sanniang.

"Mom, I think even if Fang Fan doesn't recognize you as a godmother, you should also teach the Liuyun Recipe to Fang Fan."

Xuzi Dao applauded when he heard this.

"This is a good boy with general knowledge."

Duan Sanniang glared at Jinqiu, and Jinqiu continued.

"If nothing else, if there is a difficulty now, you are also doing this for your future grandchildren."

Duan Sanniang shouted.

"Shut up, it's not your turn to interject in this matter."

After that, Duan Sanniang went back to the room. Xuzi said.

"This little girl is still so stubborn. Jinqiu, this matter will be handed over to you, no matter what, let Fang Fan learn the Liuyun Technique. ”

Jinqiu thought for a while and said.

"No problem."

At this time, Xuzidao stretched his waist and said.

"Find me a room, and I'll get some good sleep."

After settling down Xuzidao, Jinqiu saw that Fang Fan was still kneeling at Duan Sanniang's door, he stepped forward and held Fang Fan's arm and said.

"This trick didn't work for my mother, I'll go back and say to her, you can rest first."

Fang Fan sighed and prepared to get up, but when he was just together (shēn), suddenly it was dark in front of him and some pictures flashed back and forth, Jinqiu held Fang Fan and asked.

"Why are you here?"

"No, nothing. Is there anything to eat? I'm a little hungry. ”

Jinqiu helped him to the stone table in the courtyard and said.

"Wait a minute. I remember that there was still some food in the kitchen. ”

After a while, Jinqiu brought out all the big fish (ròu) from last night and said.

"I haven't prepared yet, why don't you get some of this first?"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Fan directly picked up an elbow and ate it in a big gulp, and after a while, the wind was whirling. Jinqiu looked stupid next to him, and he had known Fang Fan for a long time, the first time he saw him eat like this, he looked like a gluttonous eater just now. Fang Fan wiped the oil from his mouth and asked.

"Anything else?"

Jinqiu was startled and asked.

"Are you alright?"

"That's good. It's just hunger. ”

Jinqiu went to the kitchen to find some food for Fang Fan to bring over, Fang Fan felt that the more he ate, the hungrier he became, the more hungry he was, the more he ate, and in the blink of an eye, the food on the table was gone. Fang Fan asked again.

"Anything else?"

Jinqiu hurriedly said.

"No, no."

Fang Fan let out a slightly disappointed sigh, Jinqiu looked at his round belly and asked.

"Fang Fan, aren't you uncomfortable eating?"

"It's not uncomfortable."

Jinqiu shook his head and said.

"I'd better take you to sleep for a while."

Jinqiu arranged Fang Fan in the room next to his and Xie Xin's wedding room. Jinqiu heard Duan Sanniang say that there was a person who died in this room, and this person was a target of Jinqiu's father, that is, a cobbler, and the first person Jinqiu's father killed. The reason why I chose to do it at home was also because of the rules of the Sanyun Gang. Each generation of cobblers must kill the first person in their own home, and there is no revenge from the soul of this person to qualify as a cobbler, which is also the final test of becoming a cobbler.

Jinqiu arranged Fang Fan in this room because there was really no place, and Xuzidao was still unwilling to sleep in a room with Fang Fan, he said that he was used to it and didn't like to live with others. After settling Fang Fan, Jinqiu went to Duan Sanniang's room, he knocked lightly on the door outside, and said.

"Mom, it's me."

Duan Sanniang pondered for a moment and said.

"Come in."

After Jinqiu entered, he gently closed the door and found that although Duan Sanniang was still angry, he was not as powerful as just now. As soon as Jinqiu was about to speak, Duan Sanniang said.

"If you're here for Fang Fan to learn the trick of flowing clouds, you can go out. I wouldn't agree. ”

Jinqiu walked to Duan Sanniang (shēn), put his hands on Duan Sanniang's shoulders and gently kneaded them, and said.

"Mom, I don't think there's anything wrong with teaching the Liuyun Recipe to Fang Fan."

Duan Sanniang slapped Jin Qiu's hand hard and snorted coldly.

"Hmph, you don't think it's okay if you don't understand anything, if you come back to read the ancestral teachings more often and take this family to heart, you will know my difficulties."

"Look at you, and say this again. Now that I am married, I will definitely share your worries and solve problems for you in the future, you will quietly teach Fang Fan, and others will not know. ”

"There are gods three feet above their heads, and the ancestors and ancestors are watching from above."

"If you insist on it, then how about I teach Fang Fan? If the fathers and fathers have any anger, they will be ready for me. ”

"Nonsense, you are the only male in the Jin family, if you have three long and two short, I will be even more shameless to face the ancestors and ancestors."

"It doesn't work, it doesn't work either. Then what do you say, you can't just watch Fang Fan die. ”

"It's his own choice, what does it have to do with me."

"You've taught me to help others since I was a child, why did you forget about it?"

Duan Sanniang slapped Jinqiu the leg and scolded.

"How can you talk to me? It's not big or small, okay, get out quickly, don't bother me here, I'll think about it. ”

Jinqiu smiled and said.

"I knew you were the kindest mom in the world."

As soon as the words fell, Duan Sanniang picked up the tea bowl next to her and scolded Jinqiu.

"To go or not to go? If you don't go, be careful and I'll clean you up. ”

"Let's go, let's go."

Jinqiu was just about to go out, and suddenly came back and said.

"Mom, I still have one more thing, I'll leave when I'm done."

Duan Sanniang said impatiently.

"Hurry up."

Jinqiu told Duan Sanniang about the appearance of what he had just eaten, and Duan Sanniang was shocked after hearing it and said.

"So he didn't react uncomfortably?"

"Nope."

"I see, you go out first."

Jinqiu left Duan Sanniang's room, and before going back to his room, he glanced at Fang Fan again, Fang Fan was sleeping soundly, and he couldn't see anything abnormal, so Jinqiu returned to his room with confidence.

Fang Fan couldn't remember how many times he had come to this purple artemisia meadow, a row of geese flew through the blood-stained sky, and Fang Fan didn't know when they appeared here. He only remembered that Lawson had said that as long as he longed for something, something would appear in his heart, and the wild goose at this moment might be the freedom he had always longed for. Artemisia rubbed back and forth against his pants with a rustling sound, and the hem of his trousers was already wet as he walked through the artemisia grass, and in front of him was still the gazebo, with a teapot and an open book on the stone table, but there was no shēn of Losen.

"Lawson, Lawson."

Fang Fan shouted out Luo Sen's name loudly, and only Fang Fan's voice echoed (dàng) in the vast artemisia meadow, and he couldn't hear any response from Luo Sen. At this time, a tornado suddenly rose in place from a distance, and a moment later, a person appeared in the wind, and Fang Fan fixed his eyes.

"Nightmare? How could it be you, Lawson? ”

Nightmare said with a sneer.

"You said that shit. He disappeared after I came, probably hiding in a crack in the ground. ”

"Why are you here?"

"Why am I not here? Am I not the power you've always longed for? ”

"But I've already killed you."

"Is there one? Have you ever killed? Am I real now? ”

Fang Fan walked quickly towards the nightmare, and then raised his hand to punch the nightmare, Fang Fan's fist passed through the body of the nightmare, and the afterimage of the nightmare swayed back and forth like water ripples. Fang Fan looked down at his hands, and suddenly his hands were covered with blood. 魇turned (shēn) to look at Fang Fan, who was kneeling on the ground, and said.

"This is your life from now on."

This sentence made Fang Fan suddenly think of Aunt Mei, he remembered that when Aunt Mei died, he injected him with a shot of poison, and said in his ear that he wanted Fang Fan to experience Aunt Mei's life. To this day, Fang Fan didn't understand what Aunt Mei meant, but after he finished speaking, he seemed to understand Aunt Mei's meaning a little. Fang Fan suddenly shouted at the nightmare.

"I won't become you, and I won't die like you."

Wei sneered and said.

"Come (rì) Fang Chang."

With that, the nightmare disappeared like a wild goose in the sky, and Fang Fan stood in place like a sculpture. Fang Fan came to the wooden bridge and looked at the fish splashing back and forth in the water, and after a while, those fish swam into the distance, the stream gradually quieted down, and occasionally there would still be a dragonfly tapping a few times on the water. Fang Fan looked up at the seemingly blood-stained sky, and a feather slowly fell from nowhere. Fang Fan reached out to take it, and the feather passed through his palm and landed on the water, just in his reflection.

A gust of wind left a ripple on the surface of the water, the feathers were nowhere to be found, Fang Fan was still staring at the reflection in the water, and after a while, he suddenly roared loudly when he looked at the reflection in the water, and then there was a wild and cold laugh in the sky. Fang Fan's roar echoed (dàng) throughout the Artemisia Meadow, and even the bell on the top of the mountain was muffled by him. Fang Fan knelt on the bridge and closed his eyes, his hands tightly grasped the railing on the bridge, and his mouth kept chattering.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible..."

When he opened his eyes again, his hands were stained with blood again, and Fang Fanzong (shēn) jumped into the stream, he put his hands into the water and rubbed it vigorously, and in a short time the water of the stream was completely dyed red, and then emitted a fishy smell. Fang Fan looked into the distance, only to see that the fish had just died, he slowly walked over and picked up the fish, the fish (ròu) quickly decayed in his hands, and finally there were no fish bones left. Fang Fan fell to his knees in the water with weak legs, and at this time, he felt that a hand pulled him into the whirlpool, and his consciousness of choking on water gradually blurred, at this moment a light suddenly appeared in front of him, he stretched out his hand to the light and then pulled him hard with the other hand, Fang Fan suddenly opened his eyes and saw Jinqiu holding his hand and looking at him blankly.

"Fang Fan, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Fan looked around at the hut, and the (chuáng) under (shēn) was soaked with sweat. Jinqiu patted Fang Fan again and asked.

"Fang Fan, are you okay?"

Fang Fan glanced at Jinqiu, and suddenly he noticed the mirror behind Jinqiu (shēn). Fang Fan saw that his face was pale and his lips were blue when he saw himself in the mirror. Fang Fan pointed to the mirror and shouted loudly, Jinqiu was startled by Fang Fan's actions, and then grabbed his shoulder hard and said.

"Calm down, Fang Fan, calm down."

Jinqiu pressed Fang Fan hard, and after a while, Fang Fan gradually calmed down, he looked at Jinqiu's eyes and said with a blank smile.

"I'm a nightmare."

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