Seeing that Jiang Zhiruo was about to dissipate, Qiong Yi raised his hand to cast a spell, and the light on the soul bell dispersed, and he actually protected her by force, Jiang Conglan saw this, and knelt directly on the ground to plead with Qiong Yi: "Immortal! You've got a way, right? You save her! Save my sister! ”

"I can keep her for a while, but I can't keep her for a lifetime." Qiong also comforted: "Little Master Jiang, look away, people can't be resurrected after death." ”

Jiang Zhiruo bit her lip and forced a smile to her younger brother, "Conglan, I'm already very satisfied to see you safe today." ”

She said, "If there is an afterlife, we will be sisters and brothers." ”

Qiong also took out a bell from her arms, and this bell was the one that originally contained Jiang Zhiruo's soul. She had long expected that Ye Tinglan would snatch Na Ling and kill him, so she specially prepared a fake bell to hide people's eyes, and the real bell was protected by her very safely, without the slightest mistake.

Seeing Jiang Conglan's sad face, she handed Na Ling over and said, "Na Ling can keep her for three more days, and these three days, whether it is to repair your sister's grave, correct your name or other future affairs, try to arrange it as much as possible." ”

Jiang Conglan wiped away his tears, knowing that this was already a great help that Qiong Ye had made for his sister, and nodded again and again: "Thank you immortals!" ”

Seeing that he carefully put away the bell, Qiong also finally avoided the topic: "If you still want to catch up, go back and talk slowly, I have something to ask you." ”

She pointed to the talisman with one hand and asked in an extremely suppressed and flat tone, "Can you tell me now, who gave you these talismans?" ”

Jiang Conglan took a breath and replied truthfully: "It was given to me by a young man I met the day before yesterday." He paused and continued: "That boy said that I had a strange aura on my body, and after hearing that I was going to take revenge, he kindly gave me these talismans, not only taught me how to use the talismans, but also gave me the silver sword. ”

Joan also hurriedly asked, "So, what does he look like?" ”

Jiang Conglan carefully recalled the appearance of the man: "He is very tall, and if he looks good...... To be honest, I've never seen a man that handsome. "Like the man in the book, he has a lofty face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, very white skin, and not many expressions." ”

Jiang Conglan said again: "He looks very good, but his clothes are very ordinary, and his voice is obviously not a native of Changtai, but more like a ...... Luo Yao's side? ”

Qiong Yi's heart was beating extremely fast, and her breath was holding her breath: "Where is he now?" ”

"It should still be in town." Jiang Conglan was puzzled in his heart: "Benefactor, you asked me so many words, is there anything wrong with that person?" Or do you know each other? ”

Qiong also didn't answer Jiang Conglan immediately, she just thought of someone.

If it's really him, then she's not just knowing, it's not too familiar.

Many years ago, Joan also had a Taoist couple.

He is dusty, handsome and extraordinary, excellent in swordsmanship, and cultivates to the sky, but he is indifferent, has a cold personality, and treats her alone as no one can match.

Whether it is the wind control technique, the burning flame technique, the handwriting on the talisman, or the appearance, characteristics, etc., can be completely corresponded.

It's a pity that she, a Taoist with outstanding cultivation talents, encountered the Western Desert invasion of Middle-earth many years ago when the two were about to get married, and he left the camp without permission despite everyone's obstruction, and was kidnapped by Kun Zhai.

He was only twenty-five years old when he died.

All in all, Qiong also felt that the young man Jiang Conglan met was very likely to be her Taoist companion who was no longer alive.

One second ago, she was telling others that people can't be resurrected after death, and the next second she actually gave birth to this kind of delusion in her heart.

"Maybe...... It's someone I know. Qiong Yi reluctantly raised the corners of her lips and replied to Jiang Conglan.

Jiang Conglan's face was shocked, and then he sighed with a hint of coincidence, and said: "That son, he seems to be looking for someone too!" ”

Joan had never felt her heart so tight: "Where did you see him the day before yesterday?" ”

"Over there in the eastern suburbs." Jiang Conglan slapped his head after speaking: "That's right!" He said that if I take revenge, I will go to the Taoist temple outside the city to pay respects. Benefactor, maybe he's in that small Taoist temple. ”

After listening to it, Joan didn't say a word, and turned around to leave for a while.

"Miss Qiongyi, are you leaving?" Jiang Zhiruo called her, in her impression, Qiong is also a fairy with a face as calm as water, her mood is invisible, even if she smiles, she is also plain and steady, as if she has seen through the ups and downs of the world. But now Qiong Yi's face is floating, and the eagerness in his emotions is about to overflow, which is like the character he originally thought.

Jiang Zhiruo thought again: I can't say, the original one was the spirit of Pudu's revenant, and the one in front of her is the real Qiong Yi girl.

"Hmm." Qiong Yi replied: "I need to go over and have a look, Miss Jiang, Little Master Jiang, take care." ”

One person and one soul replied: "Benefactor take care." ”

*

Qiong also walked around the path to the Taoist temple outside the city, and heard the noisy sound of the crowd coming from the street in the distance, and guessed in her heart that those who were fainted by her soul should have woken up at this time, and said secretly: There is such a big incident, and I don't know how the Jiang family will end.

The evil and evil things that plague people can still be completely relied on on it, and it will be eliminated quickly.

The wicked are easy to destroy, and jealousy is hard to get rid of.

Qiong also thought again, Ye Tinglan was burned by the flames, and her soul was scattered; If Jiang Zhi dies in peace and is reincarnated as a human, it can be regarded as a reward for good and evil, and the wicked are not allowed to be wanton, and the good die in vain. This matter is over.

After thinking about this, she thought about her fellow Daoist, and as her pace became faster and faster, her breathing became more and more rapid.

He is famous, and his words are resentful.

He was the youngest son of the Sheng clan in the five major clans in the past, and he met her when he was young, and he had feelings for each other, about marriage, and life and death depended on each other.

No one could have imagined that things would turn out the way they are today.

When the Taoist temple was in front of him, Qiong Yi's steps stopped.

"Could it be that I guessed?" Qiong also stood at the gate of the Taoist Garden, wandering: "He is not the only one who can resist the wind, let alone the Burning Flame Technique. He is not the only one in the world who has scribbled like that......"

Back then, when the two met for the last time, he clearly swore that he would come to her.

But then I heard the news of his self-defeat.

Qiong also gritted her teeth and walked towards the Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is very small, with a sense of old disrepair everywhere, and there are very few people who come to worship, and there are few incense sticks.

Qiong also looked left and right and didn't find anyone, and said in her heart: It's really just a delusion, it seems that after so many years, my heart is still so obsessed, this is not good.

Let's stick incense.

She thought about it, took three sticks of incense sticks in front of the offering table, pinched it steadily with her right hand, and lit it with the two fingers of her left hand condensed with true qi, and then gently swayed to extinguish the flame, held the incense flat on her chest, and made a bow, and after a few bows, the incense stick was inserted straight into the incense burner.

Joan also folded her hands and closed her eyes in prayer.

In fact, she didn't have any desire to ask the gods for protection, she had been in the human world for too many years, and she almost didn't want anything else except for some past events that she couldn't let go.

But she still made a wish:

May the world be smooth and the people healthy.

May I soon find the way to unravel the curse and transform myself.

Sincere......

Despite her delusion, she still made a promise with a ten-thousandth expectation.

I hope that the person Jiang Conglan met is really him......

At the end of the prayer, Joan slowly opened her eyes and watched as the circle of fire of the incense stick stretched out a section of burning ash and fell in a plop.

She calmed down, calmed down, and prepared to turn around and leave the small temple.

But at the moment when she was about to turn around, she seemed to hear the sound of the east wind swaying and the eaves bell ringing outside.

Jingle Bell – Jingle Bell –

Accompanied by this bell, there seems to be a sound of footsteps, step by step, one by one, from far to near.

The sound of footsteps followed the eaves bell, and the sound fell to her ears as if a long time had beaten on her heart, and in an instant, there were layers of ripples and slight tremors.

Joan's figure suddenly stopped, and after a while, she didn't know what kind of expectation she was holding, and turned around and raised her eyes.

Behind him was a man.

Someone, who she had just expected to enter into an ethereal prayer.

Joan also stood in place, staring at the man with her eyes open, and suddenly she was speechless.

How could it be......

Really......

The heart trembled, and there were thousands of words in the heart, and in the end, it only turned into a sentence that couldn't help but ask: Is it sincerity and spirit? …… Could it be that the gods also think that I made a wish too sincerely, and let him appear in front of my eyes?

The man in front of him had high black hair, his face was like a crown of jade, as cold and self-contained as ever, and his ink-colored eyes were as dark as a lake in the night, and he couldn't see clearly. The other party stood there quietly like this, looking at her for a long time, with a hint of indistinguishable softness: "Qiong Yi, long time no see." ”

Joan was still stunned, and said in her heart, this illusion is so real, even the voice is the same.

She couldn't believe that the person in front of her was her deceased husband Sheng Xuan, standing still in place, watching him walk towards her and come to her.

Sheng Xuan's resentful gaze swept over her face, and finally stopped at the jade lily of the valley on her waist.

"Joan." He said, "It's me." ”

Joan also looked at him half-stunned.

She just couldn't believe that a person who had been dead for so many years could come back intact and appear in front of her in a remote and dilapidated Taoist temple.

Joan was also a little stunned, and took a deep breath: "...... You gave Jiang Conglan those talismans, borrowed his mouth, and designed me to come here? ”

She already knew in her heart that the assassination of the Jiang family's wedding banquet was probably carefully calculated by him.

Jiang Conglan was the introduction he found, and the talisman from his hand was Mars, and he was lured by him little by little and came to the Taoist temple.

He didn't know when he set up a game, so that she realized that he was still alive and asked her to come to see him.

"Yes." Sheng Xuan's eyes flashed slightly: "I did it." ”

Joan also met his eyes, and saw the extremely complex emotions in his eyes really, the joy of farewell to reunion, the hesitation of not daring to move forward, and the relief of finally seeing each other, all kinds of entanglements in one place, and he was restrained by him.

Qiong Yiqi wanted to ask something, why Sheng Xuanyan was still alive, why his appearance remained the same, and why he was here.

She spoke, but it became: "...... You knew I was here, why did you come to me now? ”

The voice came out of the choked throat, hoarse and low.

Hearing this, Sheng Xuan was slightly resentful, and he said, "...... I'm sorry. ”

“…… I've been away from you for so long, and I've not been able to keep my promise. ”

"I ...... I want to see you, but I am worried that you will resent me and hate me, and I don't want to see me. After meeting you by chance a few days ago, I... I don't know what to do, so I came up with this decision. ”

"Since I faked my death and left Bai Xu, the great Middle Earth, I don't know how many times."

"I said I would come to you, as long as I am alive, even if I travel through thousands of rivers and mountains, I will come to see you."

"Today, I finally saw it."

Qiong Yi looked at his face, thinking of the past, and finally couldn't help but tremble and stretched out his arms, and was embraced by him.

She didn't want to question him, but she just saw him, like a wronged child complaining to someone.

Qiong also tightly wrapped Sheng Xuan's resentment, and there was an inaudible murmur in her mouth, saying over and over again the suppressed thoughts she had suppressed in the hundreds of years of her soul world.

In the old days, hand in hand, and through the water and distant mountains.

Memories of the past come to mind like flowing water.

It was a long, long time, longer than the years he had been, longer than half his life, longer than the whole life she had not wished.