The so-called ghosts and gods are mostly stories in the book. Everyone has heard of it, but who has seen it with their own eyes?

Ye Shiyuan stared at him blankly, he really couldn't understand what this man was thinking.

"That...... Didn't I say it, you may not believe it yourself, did you? ”

"When we were children, we read the script, but at this age, who really treats those things that don't matter as gods?"

Of course, Qiu Yan understands that Ye Shiyuan and Su Zihe are both activists who only believe that things are man-made, and they have always been respectful and fearless of ghosts and gods. In the past, he was the same, although he had seen too many unbelievable things in the rivers and lakes, but in his bones he still felt that it was the truth that man must win over genius.

In the hearts of people like them, man himself is God, a ghost, and a heaven.

"Shi Yuan, you may not believe it, I really saw the immortals on the battlefield." Qiu Yan's expression did not fluctuate at all, as if he was saying something ordinary.

"How is that possible? You're dazed from the war, aren't you? Hallucinations? Ye Shiyuan clutched his chest, looking suspicious.

"You know what I led my army to fight against Dongsheng before, and the outcome of that battle shouldn't have been like this. Our side fought against 70,000 elite soldiers of Dongsheng with 50,000 soldiers, and after three days and two nights of continuous fighting, both sides were annihilated, and even several generals who led the army were all killed. ”

"I remember waking up to find myself lying in a sea of corpses and blood, surrounded by the burning flames of war, and there was not a single survivor."

It was one of the most unspeakable defeats of his career.

"But you're alive."

Ye Shiyuan found something unreasonable in his simple description, "It stands to reason that judging from the situation at that time, you were seriously injured and your spirit was on the verge of collapse, and it was impossible for a person who was weak and unconscious on the battlefield to come out alive without any help, unless ......"

"I see it." Qiu Yan raised her eyes, and there was an imperceptible dark light hidden in her eyes blocked by the mask.

The man came from a distance, his body shaky, holding a dark green flame in his hand, constantly collecting the souls of the dead. He walked past me, but ignored me, as if he knew I was alive. ”

"After waking up, I accidentally fell into the river while fleeing the battlefield and went down to this place. It is rumored that this is the hermitage of Budong Immortal, and she knows everything from heaven to earth, so I plan to take the opportunity to recuperate from my injuries to find this great immortal and ask what happened on the battlefield at that time I don't know. ”

Ye Shiyuan felt hard to believe when he heard his words, but Qiu Yan had always disdained lying, and it was impossible for him to say such an unbelievable thing without any basis.

"So, you stayed here to find Bu Dongxian and ask who the person who appeared at that time? Why collect the souls of the soldiers? ”

"Qiu Yan, you don't want to avenge the sacrificed soldiers, right?"

Sighing, folding the empty package and holding it in his hand, Qiu Yan smiled with a lonely expression: "Everyone who sets foot on the battlefield is all to protect their families, defend the country, and honor their ancestors. I have spent so much time with them, and I know that these young people are full of fighting spirit and enthusiasm in their hearts, and even their eyes are full of hope every time they see me. But as a result, I took them out but couldn't get them back properly, leaving them in that desolate place forever. ”

Looking at Ye Shiyuan with a calm gaze like water, there was no anger in his words, not even a trace of emotion, but he knew that this man's heart was suffering from incomparably great pain and self-blame.

"Shi Yuan, if such a result is really caused by my command error, our Qiu Yan will naturally not be able to escape his responsibility. But if someone kills my 50,000 brothers with strange power, I have to avenge this revenge! ”

Looking at his slowly departing back, Ye Shiyuan stood in the hall with his support for the table, unable to speak for a long time.

Only Qiu Yan knew how tragic that battle was, and if he was meticulous, he must have found the clues to give birth to such a deep grudge.

What has this person been through?

At this moment, in the Sanssouci Pavilion more than fifty kilometers away from Budong Town, there are two charming women with graceful figures.

The woman in the lake green dress leaned lazily on the railing, staring at the back of the man walking out of the courtyard with a cloth bag and land deed in the phantom mirror with a smile in her eyebrows, her fingertips hooked a strand of long hair that fell on her shoulders, and said in a flattering voice: "Sister told you a long time ago, don't underestimate this man." Look, wasn't he seen when you changed your outfit to clean up the mess? I misunderstood that it was you who interfered in the battle, but you were really wronged! ”

"Hey, it's a disaster." The woman in the yellow shirt sighed and shook her head repeatedly.

Waving her hand to retract the mirror, she sat on the railing dejectedly, the little girl shrugged her nose and pouted, "Sister Zuoqiu, you said that Zhuang...... What's going on? ”

"Zhuang Yuechen."

"Oh yes, Zhuang Yuechen! What do you think he thinks? As a ghost, he dared to secretly carry Lord Simo to the mortal realm to make trouble, he was really a warrior, not afraid of death! ”

Zuo Qiu Yue smiled: "Master Si Mo takes care of everything every day, if he deals with such trivial matters one by one, he will definitely be so busy that he will be dizzy." To put it bluntly, Zhuang Yuechen is a ghost immortal who does not enter the stream, and it will be difficult to get on the stage after cultivating for another thousand years. However, this person's mana is not strong, but his ambition is not small, and he came to the mortal world to be a demon in order to cultivate evil arts. But if he doesn't make anyone good, he has to provoke Fang Qiuyan, and the defendant goes to Budongxian, this guy is afraid that he will be unlucky. ”

"I don't think so." Huang Xiaozhi tilted her head and thought for a while, "Sister, Bu Dongxian has not been born for almost ten years, and it is said that it is because of his poor health and unstable soul shape. Master Simo has been busy with the affairs of the ghost world for so many years and has not seen her, you say they ...... Did you break up? ”

The little girl was open-mouthed, Zuo Qiu Yue's fingers swept in the wind, hooked up a red leaf and threw it to her sister, "Shut up, don't talk nonsense!" Dare to chew the root of Lord Simo's tongue, you don't want to live anymore? ”

"Oooo Huang Xiaozhi covered her head that was hit by the red leaves, her big eyes were rolling around, "Sister, what should we do next, do you want to go to that Fang Qiuyan to explain?" Zhuang Yuechen's pot buckle seems to be a little ...... on me Not so good? ”

Zuo Qiu Yue's fingertips lightly poked the pear vortex on his cheek, and said while thinking, "That makes sense." This man is too good at hiding things in his heart, and after a few months, he couldn't hold back and tell his brother, if we had known earlier, we would have gone to him earlier, it would be better than him trying to delay so much time to find Dongxian. ”

Having made up their minds, the two sisters looked at each other and smiled. I'm so happy to be able to dress up as a mortal and go shopping again!

Walking on the bustling streets, the emotions churning in my heart gradually calmed down. In fact, there was another reason why he didn't mention it to Ye Shiyuan just now, if that person with extraordinary abilities really existed and began to intervene in the dispute between the two countries, if he didn't get rid of it, there would inevitably be endless troubles, and the tragedy of no survivors on the battlefield would definitely continue to be staged.

As usual, he bought vegetables and walked up the hill, and he always felt that someone was watching him. Looking at the mountains with autumn scenery, the cold breath looms but does not come from nowhere.

Qiu Yan didn't think about it anymore, and quickened his pace to rush back.

"Tiantian, I'm back."

Pushing open the courtyard door, he looked around, and inexplicably felt that the silence in the house seemed to be a little too much. Every time I come back, I can see Wen Tiantian and the little fox fighting, and the occasional harmony is that they hide behind the door together and suddenly jump out to trick themselves.

"Sweet?"

The bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger, and Qiu Yan immediately threw the vegetables in his hand by the well, and quickly entered the house to inspect them.

Just as he hesitated to tweet the door of Tiantian's bedroom, the little girl's surprised voice came from the roof.

"Ah, Qiu Yan is back!"

"Qiu Yan, help, I can't get down!"

Looking up at the roof, a hanging heart finally let go. saw Wen Tiantian sitting on the roof behind the room, holding the tiles with trembling hands, looking at him with a look of tears on his face.

"What are you playing again? Is the house leaking? ”

Wen Tiantian, who pretended to be strong, burst into tears when she saw Qiu Yan coming, and almost cried, choking up: "The kite fell on the roof before it flew, I moved a ladder to pick it up, and then I couldn't go down!" ”

The more she talked, the more aggrieved she became, Qiu Yan looked at her helplessly and funny with her hands on her waist.

"Okay, don't be afraid, I'll go up and save you."

Wen Tiantian held back her tears, and in her mind, the male protagonist in the idol drama flew up to hug the heroine, and the two of them spun and fell, and the beauty of the picture was almost a handful of petals, and the two got married on the spot.

However, the ideal is very full, but the reality is shocking.

Qiu Gongzi, who was dressed in white, rolled up his sleeves, tucked the lower corner of the hem into his waist, and then ...... Started to climb up the ladder.

That's it?

Wen Tiantian sighed and turned her head, not wanting to look at him.

After climbing onto the roof with great effort, Qiu Yan patted the soil on her hand and said to her, "Come here, I'll help you down." ”

"Oh."

Grabbing his hand, he moved his body slowly, and with their large homemade kite in the other, the two of them carefully carried the ladder down. When her feet fell to the ground, Wen Tiantian breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's too dangerous! Luckily, you came back in time, and your life was almost gone. ”

Qiu Yan jumped down from the ladder and took the kite in her hand, "You're not hurt, are you?" ”

"No, it's just a little cold."

Wen Tiantian wrapped her clothes tightly, she climbed up to get the kite not long after Qiu Yan went out, and she was still on the roof when Qiu Yan came back. The autumn wind was blowing in her ears, but she forgot to put on her outer robe, squatting on the roof and shivering from the cold, the tip of her nose was red, and she could only stiffen up.

Qiu Yan hurriedly helped her into the house, and Baozi, who was lying on the small bed lazily squinting her eyes, saw the two of them walk in, and immediately came to her senses, jumping and jumping to Qiu Yan's feet, turning around and rubbing his trouser legs.

"It's really a little thing with no conscience, I don't know how to come up to save me, I sleep very soundly, I have no conscience!"

Wen Tiantian took off her coat while scolding, and got into the quilt with the hand stove.

She didn't want to go anywhere, she didn't fly the kite, and now only the warm quilt could soothe her little heart, which was choking on the cold.

After Qiu Yan sent her back, she immediately went to the kitchen to cook a pot of ginger syrup, put it in a teapot and take it to the bedroom.

"Tiantian, I cooked ginger soup, you get up and drink some to go to the cold."

"I don't want to move...... You bring it in. ”

Qiu Yan paused, pushed the door and entered the house.

"Is it warmer, I'll help you up and drink a hot soup."

After taking the cup and pouring the hot ginger soup, Qiu Yan sat on the edge of the bed and helped her sit up slowly.

After drinking half a cup with his hand, Wen Tiantian still felt dizzy and weak.

"Qiu Yan, I'm so uncomfortable, are you touching my forehead?"

The back of the slightly cool hand pressed against the hot skin, and Wen Tiantian closed her eyes and leaned on his arms and fell asleep.

"I'm going to get cold water to help you cool down, do you have any medicine at home?"

"No, it's just a cold, it's not in the way, just get some sleep, don't worry."

Her speech was intermittent, and her mind was no longer clear as if it had been burned by fire.

Qiu Yan helped her lie down, went out to get a basin of cold water, and came back with a cloth towel to help her cool her forehead.

Looking at the little girl's red face, the softness in Qiu Yan's heart slowly spread. He only knew that Bu Dongxian was not an ordinary person, but he never thought that she would also be sick and uncomfortable, and she would lie in bed and fall asleep.

Maybe after staying in this world for a long time, the ghosts and gods will also be contaminated with the aura of fireworks and become half mortals.

The medicinal materials at home were all purchased by Wen Tiantian, and she said that there must be no medicine to ward off cold and reduce fever, and Qiu Yan didn't want to waste time rummaging through the cabinets.

sat on the edge of the bed with her for a long time, and Wen Tiantian didn't wake up until the evening.

"How's it going, are you still uncomfortable?"