Shen ...... Qingjun ......" Xuanyi stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the face of the person in front of him. The fragrant fragrance wrapped around the tip of the monk's nose, making him feel nostalgic.

Obviously, the two of them were trapped in a "mass grave", and there were no "birds in the bamboo forest and a trickle of streams" around them, but at this moment, the monk recalled the first meeting with this girl.

May 15, Duanyang Festival.

At that time, he had not yet been shaved, and his common name was "Azhu". Shen Qingjun came to Nanling with her father to worship her ancestors, and she wandered with the juniors of the Shen family to the river, which happened to coincide with Ah Zhu's clothes there.

The girl's laughter was as bright as a silver bell, a green silk shirt, and a green silk skirt. Under the sun, her skin is like powder, and her lips are like grease.

She spoke up, "Eh, what a handsome little brother!"

He remembered it, and put her at the top of his heart.

Except for this girl, the posture of several people has turned into fog lock smoke fans, and only this girl's face is clearly visible. Sometimes, it's seven-year-old, sometimes, it's fifteen, and sometimes, it's now.

"It's me. Shen Qingjun didn't wait for Xuanyi's hand to touch her face, so he held it first.

She stroked Xuanyi's eyebrows, closed her red and swollen eyes, raised a big smile, and said softly, "I'm here." ”

Then, a tear squeezed out of her closed eyelid. Slide down his face and fall to the corner of Xuanyi's mouth.

The monk licked his chapped lips and brushed the wetness from his lips, the tip of his tongue bitter.

The two of them touched their foreheads against their foreheads, and the tip of their noses touched the tip of their noses. At this time, no one mentioned the bitter past, and the misunderstandings were endless, and they were all closing their eyes to feel the temperature of the other person.

Half a day.

"I ...... What's wrong?" Xuan Yi struggled to sit up, touching his sore arms and slightly aching neck.

"On Mount Yanzhi, I met the evil ghost Yaksha. Shen Qingjun gently touched Xuanyi's wound, the force was as light as a feather, she was afraid of hurting the monk. But Xuan felt very itchy, and his neck couldn't help shrinking.

"Are you okay then?"

Shen Qingjun shook his head and took out a bag of things from his chest. It was a cyan brocade with colorful butterflies swirling. She gently spread out the handkerchief and carefully held it with both hands.

You don't have to count them, but you know that there are twenty-one beads. The red beans are as red as An, and the original acacia has entered the bones.

In the moonlight, a reddish glow appeared. It's beautiful.

He broke the golden thread, which means breaking the love.

She picked up the Buddha beads, and she was unwilling.

"It wanted to hurt me, too, but it seemed to be afraid of what was in my hand, and it circled around me for a moment, and then it was gone. Shen Qingjun folded the Jinpa again and put the handkerchief back in its place.

Xuan looked at the scattered beads, and for a moment remembered his ruthlessness a few hours ago, and he was a little embarrassed, and he turned his eyes away.

Shen Qingjun's face was unusual, but free and easy. She continued, "When it was gone, I found all the beads and walked in the direction of Garan. But as soon as I got to the temple door, I saw Yaksha hiding in the corner of the door and beckoning to you. ”

Xuan Yi rubbed his temples and corresponded what Shen Qingjun said with the one in his memory.

"But I don't understand...... Why are you really going towards it? It's like...... Enchanted?" Shen Qingjun looked puzzled, "It has a strange description and a deformed body. But you still paced towards it, and no matter how I called you, you ignored me. ”

"Didn't you hear?" Xuan Yi frowned, surprised by Shen Qingjun's words.

"What did you hear?" Shen Qingjun was even more strange and tilted his head.

"It's ...... Learn what you say!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence. The cool breeze is whistling and whistling. But there was only the sound of the two of them breathing, accompanied by the wind.

"What are you talking about?" Shen Qingjun also frowned, and touched the monk's forehead with concern, "It hasn't made a sound from beginning to end!"

"No way, it speaks in a voice that's almost the same as yours. The monk was categorical and met Shen Qingjun's eyes. It seems to be verifying.

"I saw it all from beginning to end. It's just tucked away in the corner, beckoning to you. You walk over to it. And it didn't ...... It sounded. When you get close to it, you stab it. It sheds its skin and bites. The wound on your neck was also left at that time. ”

"Didn't it gouge out my eyes?" Xuan Yi remembered, and with a sharp claw, it came at him with red eyes.

"Your eyes...... Isn't it okay?" Shen Qingjun held the monk's face with both hands and carefully studied his eyebrows. In his eyes, seeing her figure again, she smiled, "It's still good!"

"Really?"

"What have I lied to you. Shen Qingjun's eyes were sincere, and he was definitely not lying, "It drank your blood, and then suddenly convulsed and fell to the ground." Look, isn't it still there?"

In the direction she pointed, the deformed monster was lying on its back, its long hands and feet twisted into knots, like four whirlpools.

Although Xuan Yi was uneasy in his heart, he gradually calmed down. He was a little frightened, he could hear the voice of the Yaksha, was it related to his own demonization? If he really fell into the demon, what should Shen Qingjun do?

But this sorrow has stayed through tonight.

Tonight.

It's the night of the end.

Xuan Yi stood up straight, picked up the long sword just now, walked to Huo Lanyuan's side, and felt his pulse.

The pulse is steady and powerful.

Huo Lanyuan's fingers moved, and his lips also moved, as if he was about to wake up.

"Xuanyi, let's go!" Shen Qingjun pulled the monk's clothes and looked left and right, "Take Brother Lan Yuan to the people of Nanling, find a doctor for him, and you will go with me! Go to Luoyang, go to Yangzhou...... Go to see the fireworks in the south of the Yangtze River in March, and see the heavy snow in the north. ”

Xuanyi shook his head, "Tonight, either I die or he dies." That's the only way to ...... to really end. ”

"Why? Why do you have to die? If you and I leave, won't it be the end?" Shen Qingjun didn't want to see the killing again, even if the person in front of her slaughtered her people. Don't complain, it's fake. But it is also known that he is powerless to resist the Son of Heaven. If you really want to hate, you can only hate the source.

"The Son of Heaven has issued an order, if he doesn't take my head back to Chang'an this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to escape the blame, and the crime should be punished. Instead, I'll give him a fight. I die, or he dies. I really can't complain. ”

Shen Qingjun sighed, she quietly reached out and held the monk's hand that was not holding the sword, "Okay, I'll accompany you." ”

Her forehead twisted slightly, "I missed an appointment once, and this time, I will not regret it." ”

Xuan Yi backhanded and wrapped Shen Qingjun's hand, he nodded, and chuckled at the eyes of the person next to him, "Okay." ”

The girl stared at it for a long time, and suddenly she wanted to say goodbye, "Do you know who your father is?"

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors