"There is such a bird, called the owl, which often dwells in the shadows, lies in the dark and emerges at night, feeds on evil rats and pests, and is a nocturnal bird of prey, which is called a soul-chasing bird, a mourning bird or an ominous bird among the people, symbolizing doom and death. The old man's gaze kept hovering on Jiang Yichen and said slowly, "You, are you willing to be the night owl who drives away evil and punishes evil in the shadows, removes corruption and cures poison?"

Although the young man's face was wrapped in gauze, his mouth could still move, even if he didn't want to make a sound, but how much the old man wished to see those lips move even once.

No, Jiang Yichen, who was reclining on the wooden bed, was like a statue, and no matter how much the earth turned upside down, it seemed that there would be no emotional waves.

"If you are willing, you will come to the ferry tomorrow, first go to the medicine valley with Yao Lao, heal your injuries, and then go to Taiji Village, I will say hello to Cheng Lao and Weng Lao, and pave the way for you to cultivate the true qi of frost and snow to Dacheng, and then, whether it is the Tushi Gang or the Cardinal Sect, we will settle the blood debts with these demons and monsters one by one. The old man told Jiang Yichen and Pan his plan, obviously, he really hoped to see this young man at the ferry tomorrow.

"If you don't want to leave Xishan Island for the time being, it's okay to stay here, this is the skin rejuvenation cream given by Yao Lao, the wounds on your face, change the medicine once every three days, and you can recover as before after half a year, the amount of medicine given by Yao Lao is more than enough for a year, and the rest of the injuries on your body will also prepare a full month's supply for you. There will be no one left on the island, the deceased is gone, don't be sad, and take care of yourself, and take care of your body and bones. The old man took out a delicate medicine bottle from his arms and put it on the wooden table, he didn't want to say these words, but he had to say that if Jiang Yichen chose to stay on Xishan Island, this would probably be his last instruction to the young man.

"Next, I'm afraid I won't have much time to come to the island, and as for whether you are willing to return to the rivers and lakes in the future...... It's all up to you. At the end of the sentence, the old man had already stepped out of the wooden house, and after walking a few steps, he looked back and saw that the young man was still like a stone carving, and he thought that he was not strong enough to drink, and should not be drunk and hurt himself, so he no longer gave advice, and then thought about it in his mind, and after nothing superfluous to worry about, he left gloomily.

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At the ferry in the early morning of the next day, the old man, who had always been punctual, delayed for half a tea time before leaving, but the figure of the young man did not appear after all.

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Xishan Island in winter is still like spring and autumn, bathed in the vitality of spring, feeling the refreshing autumn mood, and the snow flying in the wax moon, and the biting cold wind is not on the top at all.

On the edge of the stacked green pool, a boulder, a teenager, and a jar of wine.

This is the most common sight for most of the year.

A year ago, it was still a pool of blood, but before the old man left, the pond had been restored to its usual scenery.

Time is the best antidote, erasing the faint smell of fish, and who knows that this place will be the burial place of nearly twenty human lives.

However, time is also a poison that blindly gets older and stronger, and the indelible memories are blurred and clear in the mind, and the incurable heart scars only become more and more profound and cannot be quelled.

After the old man left, although Jiang Yichen did not wash his face with tears all day long, he was gradually lost and numb in his sorrows.

At the beginning, he stayed in front of Huo Yinniang's tomb every day, telling his nostalgia with his heart, thirteen years of day and night, but when he met again after half a year of separation, he was separated by life and death, which was really the pain of separation of flesh and blood.

Later, he wandered around Xishan Island, reminiscing about the past of the owners of the same tombstones, and chatting with them to relieve their loneliness.

Later, he discovered wine on the island, the unique drunken flower yin of Xishan Island, and often heard that wine can drown his sorrows, so he also began to try drinking.

Wine can pour sorrow, wine can relieve sorrow.

Some people drink a thousand glasses of wine without getting drunk, and some people get drunk for a thousand years.

Many people talk nonsense when they get drunk, while others drink too much and fall asleep without saying a word.

Jiang Yichen is the kind of person who doesn't drink and gets drunk, and he is also the kind of person who becomes unconscious after a sip of wine.

There are not many drunken flowers left on the island, only more than ten jars, but for Jiang Yichen, who can dream of entering another country every time he takes a sip, more than ten jars of wine are enough for him to drink continuously for three years and five years a day.

The sad man is afraid of being quiet, so he comes to the edge of the stacked green pool, listening to the noise of the waterfall rapids, the quiet man is afraid of being sober, so he borrows wine to live in a daze, perhaps only in the dreamland, can he pursue those happiness and beauty that have gone away.

If there is any extra color in his life on the island, it is the arrival of Murong Jing.

On the twentieth morning after the fall of Xishan Island, Murong Jing took a break from his busy schedule and groped his way to Xishan Island alone to visit his brother who was thinking about him.

Seeing Jiang Yichen's appearance of being loveless and self-exiled, Murong Jing scolded himself, but after seeing that he had little effect, although he was heartbroken, he was helpless, so Murong Jing chose to drink with him and share his worries.

Since then, Murong Jing has sneaked up to Xishan Island every other month to drink with him.

Every time he drank, Murong Jing would first talk to him about the general situation of the rivers and lakes, and after most of the time, he was allowed to take a sip, because after this sip, it was the next day when he woke up.

Occasionally, another person came.

The person who came was a woman, and the woman stared at him for a long time, with doubts and sadness in her eyes.

Thinking about it, she couldn't see his appearance, nor did she recognize who he was, in fact, even he couldn't recognize his current self, he didn't apply the medicine on time according to the old uncle's instructions, until Murong Jing arrived, he changed the medicine for him for the first time, and after that, he changed the medicine himself intermittently, but because he missed the best time for treatment, even though the muscle-building rejuvenating cream was a miracle medicine in Yaogu, it couldn't save his former appearance.

The flesh on his face was missing, which also made him look unusually thin, and his hungry body, although it was not skin and bones, had become angular, and his bones were thin.

However, the woman still recognized him, and when she rushed to her, he also recognized her, she was Ruolan.

Yes, the one who came to Xishan Island at this time must have come for him, no matter how he changes, he is always the only one on this island, and Ruolan will not find this by herself, it must have been brought by Murong Jing.

The moment the beauty fell into his arms, he suddenly recalled the scene of Jiangning County's encounter with Tao Xian Weng, and at this moment, he seemed to understand what love was.

Seeing the tears in Ruolan's eyes, he retreated, he didn't dare to accept her love, because he felt unworthy, and he didn't dare to delay her youth.

Ruolan felt Jiang Yichen's retreat and indifference, but she still forced a smile, she knew that she was here to accompany him.

Like Murong Jing, she came to chat with him and drink with him, although he was always silent, although he would always be the first to get drunk.

Ruolan doesn't come and go as freely as Murong Jing in Yichun Courtyard, but as long as the conditions allow, she will come to the island rain or shine, just to see him.

Ruolan and Murong Jing both came to accompany Jiang Yichen without telling the old uncle, but the old man could hide it if he wanted to, and the old man also hoped that they could wake up the young people on the island with brotherhood and juvenile affection.

Today, Ruolan and Murong Jing came to Xishan Island again, and came to the place where Jiang Yichen stayed most often, Stacked Cuitan, however, this time they only saw the drunken flower yin by the pond but did not find the confused young man.

They searched for a day, but they couldn't find any trace of Jiang Yichen until nightfall, and the black general who had been with them all the time was missing.

The next day, Murong Jing and Ruolan, who were limited in time, could no longer delay on Xishan Island, so they could only leave first and see each other the next day.

But when they went to the island again two months later, Jiang Yichen was still nowhere to be seen, and even if they searched the island again, they still found nothing.

"Brother Murong, do you think he will ...... or not" Ruolan wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead, bit her lips lightly, and stopped talking.

"Xiao Lan'er rest assured, that kid will sink to live, but he will never kill himself. Murong Jing raised his eyes to look at the sky, the sun was just at the beginning, although it was winter, it was scorching hot, like a scorching heat, spread out the folding fan to shade Ruolan from the sun, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and turned to say with a smile, "Maybe we won't use it in the future." ”

"You mean?" Ruolan was puzzled, but seeing Murong Jing's smile, it was definitely not a bad thing to think about, so she had a hint of hope.

"This kid has been drunk and dreamed of dying for a year, and he must have woken up at this time. Murong Jing said firmly.