Xie Yinxue was a little disgusted: "I don't think it's as good as the Infernal Hell here, I still want to stay in the Infernal Hell." ”

Xie Yinxue thought he was a meat vendor on the vegetable street, picking fat and thin here?

Qin He ignored Xie Yinxue's picks and said, "Here is the Thousand Autumn Diagram of the Town Lock. ”

Suppression, that is, suppression of confinement.

Thousands of autumns, for the years of time.

And time is invisible, how to lock it? Who can lock it?

"There are poems in the world: the mountains are colored from afar, and the water is silent when you hear it closely; The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. ”

Qin He bent down the crane's neck, pulled out a wing feather with white on the top and black on the bottom and put it in front of Xie Yinxue, and then a golden light flickered, and the tail feather turned into a jade pen with a body like mutton fat: "There is no time in the painting on paper, and the pen and ink are locked for a thousand years——"

"Not entering reincarnation is immortality, and the eternal years remain unchanged, and it is also immortality."

Qin He flicked his gray wings again, and brushed the jade pen to Xie Yinxue's feet: "The Zhensuo Qianqiu Diagram is a magic weapon, and all the copies in the lock immortal life are actually paintings painted on the Zhensuo Qianqiu Diagram, and the person who enters the painting is not in the Three Realms, not in reincarnation......"

Xie Yinxue leaned over and half-squatted to pick up the jade pen, interrupting Qin He and said, "So after Bu Jiuzhao escaped from Changxue Continent, did you keep him locked up here?" ”

"I didn't lock him up." Qin He clarified, "This magic weapon can't lock anyone, the person who enters the painting must be voluntary, if you don't want to, you can leave at any time, Bu Jiuzhao is willing to stay here, because I swear to him and I make a soul oath to each other, as long as he can find someone and is willing to stay in this painting forever instead of him, he can be free." ”

"After all, he is a fierce beast, I can't let his real body leave, I can only let him exchange his soul with that person, and let Jiuzhao borrow his body to walk in the world."

Qin He raised his long neck, and his crane eyes were clear: "In this way, there are you who enter the painting." ”

Xie Yinxue lowered her eyes and played with the cold jade pen, without saying a word.

Qin He then continued: "However, no matter whether the world is alive or dead, there are causal fates in the Three Realms, and I can't detain a soul at will. Therefore, I have set up ten passes to test the world, and those who enter the painting must pass all ten levels in order to obtain 'immortality', and only after stepping nine photos can they be free. ”

Hearing this, Xie Yinxue smiled, and looked at Qin He with an undisguised ridicule in her eyes: "But you didn't think about really letting go of Jiuzhao Freedom at all." ”

"The person you want to choose is Chen Yun."

"Chen Yun is pure and kind, once she knows the true identity of Bu Jiuzhao, she will definitely not want to stay in the painting."

Qin He did not refute: "The fierce beast is violent and cruel by nature, and is ruthless, isn't it the best proof that you are now in the painting?" ”

Hearing this, the smile on Xie Yinxue's lips deepened: "I am indeed the best proof." ”

He used two long fingers to pick up the jade pen on the tip of his finger and turn it lightly, the jade pen was smooth, the long fingers were like snow, and he couldn't tell who was whiter for a while.

Qin He was still recognizing, and when he heard Xie Yinxue shouting at him, he couldn't say lawlessly: "Qin He, you can get out too." ”

Qin He: "......?!" ”

Is there really no one who can cure Xie Yinxue?!

Maybe not.

The young man drew the clouds in the sky with a stroke of his pen, and painted the mountains and rivers in ink, and he was the only god in the dust of this town locked a thousand autumn maps.

Before Qin He was driven out of the town lock Qianqiu Tu, he finally said to the young man: "Xie Yinxue, you will regret it." ”

The young man turned his back to him and lay down in a piece of snow, his voice was vague and faint, like a mist and a fairy mist, both real and illusory: "Do happy things with lovers, don't ask if it's a catastrophe or fate." ”

"I don't regret it, and I don't regret robbing me."

The author has something to say:

(1) Look at the mountains from afar, and listen to the water silently; The flowers are still in spring, and the birds are not surprised. ——From Wang Wei's "Painting"

(2) With lovers, do happy things, don't ask if it's a catastrophe or fate. ——From Cangyang Gyatso's "Ask the Buddha"

Chapter 273: The text is over

"Hey, the snow has finally stopped."

Liu Buhua got up in the morning and pushed open the window, looked at the white layer of thick velvet blanket on the ground, and turned his head to Shen Qiuji, who had been sleeping for a night because the air conditioner in the house was broken, and was now wrapped in a real cashmere thick blanket and said: "I'll call someone to clear the snow on the mountain road later, and then repair the air conditioner for you, the snow was too big last night, I'm afraid that something will happen to them on the road." ”

Shen Qiuji's face was expressionless: "If it is repaired, it will be worse, I can't live a day this day." ”

Liu Buhua sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "No way, the winter is really difficult, it's hard for you." ”

Shen Qiuji: "It's not hard, life is hard." ”

Liu Buhua: "......"

"How good the sun is today, it's not cold to go to the sun, so if you can't do it, stick a few more warm babies."

Liu Buhua tore open the warm baby wrapping paper and lovingly slapped a paste on Shen Qiuji's body: "It's warmer, right?" ”

Shen Qiuji's face became even more stinky, and he threw away the blanket and walked outside the house.

Look at the direction, it is to go to the ancestral hall.

Liu Buhua immediately understood - this child's bad mood has nothing to do with the air conditioner, in fact, he just misses the master.

Since Xie Yinxue entered the coffin, Shen Qiuxue has been gloomy every day, as if everyone owes him 1.8 million, and only after giving Xie Yinxue incense will he temporarily become more beautiful.

However, after they opened the wooden door of the ancestral hall as they had done in the past, what appeared in front of them was no longer the shining golden silk nanmu coffin.

They saw a tall man in a dark robe standing in the center of the ancestral hall, and when he heard the door open, the man turned his head slightly sideways and looked back at them.

The candle flame in the ancestral hall is not extinguished day and night, the light is bright, and the soft breeze brought up when the door is opened, flickering and reflecting on the man's deep and cold irise, like ripples in the pool, rippling layers of water waves.

Shen Qiuji came back to his senses, frowned and stared at the man's unfamiliar face and asked, "Who are you?" ”

And Liu Buhua looked at the man's familiar vertical pupils, and was stunned: "...... Little godmother? ”

"He's the male snake spirit?" Shen Qiuji was a little impressed now, he looked at Bu Jiuzhao, "Can you transform into a shape?" ”

Liu Buhua also asked: "Little godmother?" Are you here to incense your godfather? ”

Bu Jiuzhao didn't say a word, moved his gaze to stop looking at them, turned around and raised his eyes, and refocused his gaze on a portrait hanging on the wall of the ancestral hall.

The painting depicts a young man in a snow-blue gown, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, half-closed, lying lazily under a pear blossom tree, and the tips of his shoulders are covered with light-colored, cold white petals.

Liu Buhua and Shen Qiuji followed Bu Jiuzhao's gaze and soon discovered this painting, and at the same time, they also noticed that the golden silk nanmu coffin in the ancestral hall was gone, and in its place was the painting painted with Xie Yinxue.

Liu Buhua sighed "Huh" and looked around: "Where is Godfather's coffin?" ”

Shen Qiuji was suspicious of Bu Jiuzhao for the first time: "Where did you get my master?" ”

Bu Jiuzhao was still standing in place, silent, with a cold and detached expression on his face, if he didn't speak, no one knew what he was thinking in his heart.

After a moment, he opened his lips and said an inexplicable word: "Cold." ”

"Huh? It's not cold in this room. ”

Liu Buhua wondered, and specially glanced at the temperature control switch by the door, and made sure that the current indoor temperature of the ancestral hall was 26 degrees Celsius before saying, "There is floor heating in the house." ”

Besides, Bu Jiuzhao's Xuanyi is fine and thick when he looks at it, he has worn so much, he shouldn't feel cold?

But Bu Jiuzhao is weak, damp, and more afraid of cold than others, so Liu Buhua proposed to him: "Little godmother, the sun is good outside today, if you feel cold in the house, why don't you go outside to bask in the sun?" I remember you loved the sun. ”

Bu Jiu heard this, and finally took his eyes off the portrait.

He glanced at the figures of Liu Buhua and Shen Qiuji, and looked at the bright and bright sunshine outside the house for a long time, and after a while, he seemed to be talking to himself, and as if he was asking Liu Buhua or Shen Qiuji, he said worriedly: "Is the sky already bright?" ”

Liu Buhua was stunned: "You won't stand here all night, will you?" ”

If the lights in the ancestral hall are bright all night, and Bu Jiuzhao can't detect the moonset and sunrise outside, and it is excusable to turn from night to day, then when they open the door so that the bright sky outside can shine into the house, Bu Jiuzhao should find that the sky is already bright.

Besides, from the time he and Shen Qiuji entered the ancestral hall until now, the door of the ancestral hall has always been open.

As a result, he was detached from his mind, thoughts, and even soul, and was no longer in this physical body, turning a deaf ear to Liu Buhua's words, and he closed his mouth again, staring at the portrait of Xie Yinxue on the wall in a daze, as if he could no longer see anything in his eyes except for the portrait.

Shen Qiuji looked at the portrait, and then looked at Bu Jiuzhao, where did he not understand?

He clenched his fists, his eyes instantly reddened, he glared at Bu Jiuzhao, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "You have turned my master into a painting." ”

Bu Jiuzhao did not deny it.

He didn't pay attention to Shen Qiuji, he only took two steps forward on his own, and slowly reached out to touch the cheek of the person in the painting.

"Get out of the ——!"

Shen Qiuji rushed to Bu Jiuzhao and grabbed him fiercely, and then opened his arms to stop in front of Xie Yinxue's portrait, not allowing Bu Jiuzhao to get close.

Bu Jiuzhao's body is tall and burly, as broad as a mountain, it stands to reason that Shen Qiuzhao is a child who naturally can't push him, but Bu Jiuzhao himself is like being slapped in the chest, his body is shaking, and he staggers back a few steps.

Liu Buhua hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and said worriedly: "Little godmother......"

Shen Qiuji was angry that Liu Buhua actually betrayed him to help Bu Jiuzhao, the murderer, and was so angry that even Liu Buhua pushed and scolded: "Get out!" You both! ”

Bu Jiuzhao was like a wisp of lonely wild wandering spirit, driven out of the ancestral hall, numb and frightened standing in the shadow cast by the eaves, not daring to go down the steps, into the warm sun that he had been searching for for ten thousand years, for fear that as soon as he touched the light, he would be burned to the ground, and the bones would be gone.

In the face of Shen Qiuji's criticism and scolding, Bu Jiuzhao endured it all, and never replied to half of his sentence, he only resisted when Shen Qiuji wanted to close the door of the ancestral hall.

The means of resistance was to put the pestle in the center of the wooden door, preventing Shen Qiu's halberd from closing the door.

In the end, Shen Qiuji insisted on closing, and the door was broken, and he couldn't close it at all.

Bu Jiu Zhaoren was good, not a single hair fell out, and Shen Qiuji felt that the few steps he stumbled just now were all miserable and pitiful in disguise.

"Okay, okay, halberd, go to school quickly." Liu Buhua came over to be a peacemaker and mud, "Little godmother, I'll guard this, I won't let him enter the ancestral hall, okay?" ”

Shen Qiuji sneered: "You are foolish, I don't believe it." ”

Liu Buhua could only swear poisonously: "If I lie to you, I will not be able to reincarnate as a flower in the next life." ”

This oath is indeed vicious enough for Liu Buhua, Shen Qiuji saw that Bu Jiuzhao was so annoyed that he couldn't drive away, he thought about it again and again, and agreed: "Okay." ”

After sending Xie Yinxue's baby apprentice to kindergarten, Liu Buhua returned to the ancestral hall, and saw that Bu Jiuzhao really didn't try to sneak into the ancestral hall, he sat on the steps outside the door, and no one looked at the painting, only lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the snow on the ground.

The snow was shining white and bright by the sun.

And every time the sunlight illuminates the shadow under the eaves, Bu Jiuzhao adjusts its position and shrinks into the shadow.

Seeing this scene, Liu Buhua walked to Bu Jiuzhao and sat down, and kindly reminded him: "Little godmother, be careful with your eyes, you will get snow blindness if you keep staring at the snow." ”

It's just that the voice fell, and Liu Buhua wanted to start Jiuzhao's vertical pupils and pale eyes were not human eyes, and he shouldn't get snow blindness.

However, Bu Jiuzhao listened to his advice, looked up instead of looking at the snow, and looked at the sky instead.

And asked Liu Buhua: "Is the sky outside like this?" ”

His voice was sandy and hoarse, and Liu Buhua always felt that he could pull out a handful of bitter water from it.

Liu Buhua asked him rhetorically: "Where is the sky?" ”