Qiong Yi was previously single-minded and turned against Cheng Shaozheng, but now he has helped Yun Ya to take revenge, and he has been idle in the Demon Sect, in addition to meditating and cultivating every day, he is lying on the shelf bed with a thick blanket in the courtyard and reading books in a daze.

Her unenergetic appearance, Yun Ya saw it all in her eyes. Obviously, Qiong is also young in appearance, but her mood has been vicissitudes, and she is not more alive than her white-headed self.

Yun Ya felt sorry for her, she was so distressed that she couldn't do it, and thought of a lot of ways to make Qiong Yi happy, and the rare and strange things offered by her protégé were sent to Qiong Yi without blinking an eye, and she always came to her side to relieve her boredom and tease her with funny things.

Joan also laughs when she hears interesting things, gently bending her lips and fanning her eyelashes, but the smile is very shallow, not reaching the bottom of her eyes.

With a delicate mind, she naturally knew that Yun Ya was thinking about herself, so as not to let her sorrow accumulate and hurt her body.

But the northern realm is really cold and silent, and it has a gloomy atmosphere unique to the Demon Sect, spring comes late, and the dark nights are long, and the sun in the courtyard has to be dried for a long time to warm your hair. Joan also curled up on the shelf bed, watching the thrush rise and fall on the gray stone wall, and the bird looked at her with a sad expression and flew away again. When she was bored, Joan counted the bricks on the ground and pieced together the whole yard piece by piece, thinking to herself: I have been in the north for too long, and when the news of the curse is found out, I should continue to go to the soul as before.

*

Two or three months later, the Demon Sect disciple who was investigating the evil curse returned.

In addition to the news, they also brought back several rather strange statues, which seemed to be inhuman.

After listening to the reports of these disciples, Yun Ya's expression was slightly solemn, and she called Qiong Ye over.

When Qiong Yi came, there was no one in the lobby, only a few strange-looking statues, she felt that this statue was extremely ugly, glanced at it a few more times, and asked, "Yun Ya, what's wrong?" Didn't you say that you found information about the curse? ”

"I did." Yun Ya replied, "I guessed before that this curse was imprisoning and consuming your soul, but now it seems that it is true. ”

"Why?"

"The Extreme Doom faction, you have heard of it, their faction is good at curses and witchcraft, and the disciples of my sect found the descendants of the Extreme Doom faction and asked about this curse that locks the soul and increases life." Yun Ya paused, and then said: "This curse came from the Western Frontier, it is very rare, it has been lost in the northern territory for a long time, and in the past, the Demon Sect used it to punish people who have committed serious crimes, so that they can't survive and die. ”

"Because of the loss, few people who have been cursed in the north are still alive, and only these few statues were finally found. After the resurrection of the dead, most people will experience a brief period of insanity, which is due to the revocation of the recalled spirit against the curse. In other words, the more resilient the spirit, the longer the insanity will be, and the more entrenched the curse will be. ”

Qiong also remembered that she had been like a ghost in the Yanduan Mountain for more than a year, and her scalp was numb.

Yun Ya didn't know if Fang Cai's explanation was in place, and pointed to the statue in the hall: "Qiong Yi, these are the living dead who cursed the body found by the disciples of the sect. You listen to it with spiritism and you will understand. ”

She couldn't bear to look at the strange objects, some looked like a short stool with a round bottle, some looked like a hairless statue in the shape of a dog, and some were extremely twisted red deer.

Qiong Yi had already sensed that these strange things were not made of animal flesh and skin, but people, but there was no human appearance at all, her stomach was churning, and she wanted to vomit, she didn't dare to use spiritism, she only asked Yun Ya: "These... People, are they still alive? ”

Yun Ya nodded: "Yes." The soul is immortal, never dead. ”

Qiong also took a deep breath, flipped her wrist, the silver bell rang crisply, and a little white light emanated from her fingertips, and she said spiritually: "Listen." ”

The sharp scream rushed straight into his ears at the moment of Shucheng: "Ahh!!!h ——————”

"It hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! ————”

"Hungry, hungry, ————hungry,

"Why not die! Why not die yet! Why don't you let me die!! ————”

"Hate! I hate! I hate it!! ————”

It didn't look like a human wail at all, but like a resentful spirit that had been sealed for a hundred years, but the voice of a person who really couldn't make a voice only made Joan feel terrified and had a chill in her back.

She hurriedly disbanded the spell, her ears buzzed, she shook her head vigorously and was still shocked, and asked, "Yun Ya, how many years have these living dead been?" ”

Yun Ya saw that her face was pale, and helped her to say, "The oldest one is one or two hundred years old. ”

Joan didn't dare to imagine how painful it would be for her body to be twisted into this shape, unable to die for a full one or two hundred years, and no wonder Lingyu's resentment was so heavy.

Joan also jumped into the river to find a short time, her body was soaked in water for several days, swollen and still not dead, guessing that this curse could help her live, but I don't know how far it can be saved. Now it seems that the physical body has been destroyed to the point where it cannot be restored, and there is no liberation.

She asked Yun Ya, "In other words, even if you have a curse and your body is chopped into mud, you can't die?" ”

"Yes." Yun Ya nodded: "There is a lot of pain, even if it becomes a meat puree, the spirit will still be locked in the mud." ”

He also said, "Otherwise, the body will be turned to ashes, and the soul will be destroyed, and there will still be no good death, and there will be no reincarnation." ”

Joan also closed her eyes, unable to breathe for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Joan." Yun Ya whispered: "These are the only things that the sect disciples have found, and the ordinary method of transforming the soul has no effect on the evil curse, and even the Extreme Doom Sect has no way to unlock this curse." ”

Seeing Qiong Yi frowning, she hurriedly said again: "Don't be sad, Qiong Yi, I won't let you scatter your soul because of the evil curse." I will then send my men to find a way to solve the curse, and even if I can't do it, I will have to think of ways to set your soul free and die. ”

Qiong Yi clenched her hand and smiled bitterly: "It's okay, it's okay, if you want to come, the way to unlock the evil curse is not so easy to find." ”

"Qiong Yi, I stabilized your soul before, and you said that your body would feel much better." Yun Yamo rubbed the back of her hand: "As long as you keep this state and live in symbiosis with the evil curse, you can have an extremely long lifespan, neither getting old nor dying, isn't it the 'eternal life' that the world is looking for?" ”

"Immortal ......" Qiong Yi muttered, sighing, and said to her, "Yun Ya, I plan to leave." ”

Yun Ya was stunned: "Do you want to leave?" Aren't you going to sit with me in the North? ”

Qiong also shook her head: "It's too cold here, and I don't like to be in a high position, and I don't like to be suspicious." It's still a more lively place for me, with people, fireworks, hustle and bustle, and traffic and horses. ”

He also said, "Yun Ya, you are the only friend I can say from the bottom of my heart, and I will come back to see you from time to time." ”

Those who are determined to leave will not be kept.

Yun Ya calmed the spirit for her before Qiong Yi set off, and the two set a way to contact, Yun Ya continued to inquire for clues about the curse for her, and Qiong also traveled through the world, crossed the undead, and was also looking for the law of reincarnation.

*

Joan also left the northern realm and embarked on an incomparably long journey to cross the spirit.

The clouds in the sky are not the same from day to day, or they are piled up like cotton, or they are as light as feathers. Joan also likes to look at the sky, and when the wind rises, the hair in her ears circles in the wind, from abrupt to real, but it is only a momentary thing.

She had traveled to many places, and had seen all kinds of people, the splendor of the city that never sleeps, the gold and jade, the decay and decay of thatched houses, the chaff and vegetables, every time, every place, but only for a short time.

Qiong Yidu has turned into a lot of ghosts, and he has also seen the world, including the souls of poor and childish children who have never eaten sugar gourds; There are scholars who have been unable to enter the exam for many years; There are farmers who die suddenly from overwork; There are also greedy ghosts who have a lot of money and can't give up their money when they die......

Rounding the obsession of the deceased, sending them to the underworld, and leaving the sun, it seems to be a farewell to oneself who can't leave again and again.

The souls that can't be crossed, the evil spirits who do a lot of evil, Joan will also put them in the bell, string them together, and before you know it, they will be tied all over the wrists and waist.

The world is really big, so big that she can't finish it after walking slowly for so many years.

It wasn't until the lady of the wine stall who frequented the stall passed away, and the young man at the intersection of the pancakes grew gray hair and bent his waist, that Qiong also realized that the life span of mortals is really short.

She would return to the north every one or two decades, and let Yun Ya help her stabilize her soul, although Yun Ya, who had used the rejuvenation technique, did not look old, but now she still began to grow fine lines.

Qiong Yi's body is not abnormal, the curse is stable, she doesn't know how long she can live, maybe another hundred years, a thousand years.

Perhaps, she has to witness the death of her friend again, just like the ordinary people she has met one after another on a long journey.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, the reincarnation of all things, as it should be.

It's just that Qiang left her.

After Joan realized this, she gradually became less involved with mortals, and she got to know a lot of monsters and spirits, and the "spirit crosser" became more and more famous through the mouth of the spirits.

In the thirty-first year of Xingchen, Qiong also returned to the north as agreed to meet Yun Ya to catch up.

Yun Ya may be able to accompany her for another hundred and eighty years, and after that, the life span of the monk will not be good.

No one mentioned anything about the future, just gathered together to talk and laugh, shush the cold and ask for warmth, after living in the Northern Demon Sect for a while, Joan also left as usual, to the roadside tea stall that has been frequented for decades, and met a living soul kneeling under the scorching sun to petition.

It's another errand for the soul who came to the door.

Qiong Ye was already surprised, skillfully channeling and questioning, skillfully solving the last wish of the living soul Jiang Zhiran, but when she saw the old things, she was confused.

She doesn't dare to believe in its truth or falsehood, her obsession is like this, even if it is fake, it is a coincidence, or a conjecture, she will follow the lead.

In the Taoist temple, what came to her was her sweetheart who had long since passed away.

Since then, she is no longer alone.

*

Joan also finished drinking the hot tea and calmly finished talking about the old things over the years.

The tea leaves in the inn are not in good condition, and the filtered tea is bitter and bitter, and it takes a long time to return to sweetness, and Qiong also puts down the cup, and the sky outside the window is getting dark.

Sheng Xuan resented why she was now in the north, and why she was carrying so many ghosts. As a spiritual cultivator, Qiong Yi's true qi is still as white as snow, she has never used ghosts to cultivate, but to transform them from pure life, and even those evil ghosts carried in the silver bell are sealed because they can't be properly disposed of, and they are not allowed to be a disaster to the world.

Her path has never changed.

When Qiong also asked Sheng Xuan if he felt that she had changed beyond recognition because he had cultivated the spiritual path, his eyes were sour, and he shook his head in denial.

Sitting in front of her has always been the girl who smiled Yingying and told herself what Jian Xin was and what was the way.

It is the snow in the world that he can never forget when he was self-conscious.

Sheng Xuan hugged her resentfully: "Qiong Yi, let you suffer." ”

Qiong Yi didn't like to complain all the way through, and was only willing to remove all the shells little by little in front of him, she pursed her lips, wrapped her arms around his neck, hugged him with all her strength, and let each other's bodies stick tightly together: "Sheng Xuan, don't separate again." ”

“…… Don't leave me again. ”

"Not anymore." The strength he put around her grew stronger: "I found you, and I won't be separated." ”

As if they were about to rub each other into their bodies, neither of them wanted to let go of their hands, and the voice, breath, and smell of the person in their arms were gradually stripped from the strangeness of separation, overlapping with the appearance in their memory. You can feel each other's heartbeats between the close chests, smooth and powerful, I don't know whose kiss fell first, from the forehead to the corner of the eye, to the tip of the nose, and then to the lip flap, from the outside to the inside, the breath is staggered.

When Joan also changed his breath, he was pressed on the bed, his ears were all red, and his inky eyes filled her, Joan also reached out to hold his cheek, stroked his burning ears with his fingertips, and whispered his name. Sheng Xuan's kiss was extremely deep and intense, and every kiss and bite was his suppressed thought to the extreme.

It's hard to tell all the old things, and it's hard to think about them all.

The rest of the ignition is not explained in words, she understands, and he knows it.

Sheng Xuanyan's body was very hot, and he set her on fire under him, Qiong Yi's gasping and calling were woven together, she was attached to his chest, hugged him in the crook of his arm, and left marks with her teeth, branding one after another marks that belonged to her. She was crying, not because of pain, not because of joy, but because she felt that she was alive.

He melted into her, grabbing inch by inch, the waves were surging, the corners of his eyes were unconsciously red, the force was getting bigger and bigger, and he leaned over to pick up tears at the base of her legs. Qiong also trembled and shouted to him, leave him, Sheng Xuan couldn't bear to withdraw, sweating profusely I don't know how long it would rise and fall, after resting, the tide rose again, and the ears and temples were worn thoroughly enough, until they were exhausted, they hugged each other and fell asleep.

Qiong was also buried in his arms, subconsciously holding his hand in the dream, for fear that he would lose it if he didn't hold it tightly, Sheng Xuanren rubbed her hair, clasped her hand tightly, kissed her tears, and stroked her cheeks.

He found her and would never let go again.