Song Jiyue didn't expect her to live past the age of thirty.

People outside said that she was blessed, and although she was not in good health in her early years, she was named a doctor as her son-in-law. After more than ten years of marriage, her husband still takes good care of her.

Except for not being able to add a son and a half daughter, her life can be described as perfect.

Song Jiyue also feels that she is blessed, but she doesn't feel perfect. It's not that you're not blessed to have children, it's just that ...... It's just that...... She couldn't tell what was not perfect.

Dong Junqin was not at home recently, saying that he was going to the capital to meet someone.

He originally wanted to take Song Jiyue with him, and by the way, go to the ancestral tomb of the Song family to have a look.

But the ancestral grave ...... Graves...... The so-called ancestral tomb is actually just a well-dressed mound, and the real body was secretly burned by Xiahou Mansion when the case was investigated. Later, the Xiahou Mansion was sealed, and the ancestral tomb of the Song family was taken care of by the royal family.

So it doesn't matter if she goes or not, she can't cry anyway.

Moreover, Dong's father is old, and Dabao and Ah Xiang moved to Dongli with their children before, so it is inconvenient to come back to take care of them. There are enough servants at home, but Song Jiyue still thinks that someone should be left to take care of the house. Although she is the most idle person in the family.

Song Jiyue returned to her yard after settling down with her father-in-law. To tell the truth, in the past ten years, in order to cure her soul loss, Dong Junqin has been almost inseparable every day, even if he is cured now, he has long been used to it.

It was rare for him to go out this time, and Song Jiyue's heart was a little excited.

When the maidservants in the courtyard rested, Song Jiyue took out the small wine she had stolen, sat by the window, and drank alone while admiring the moon.

"Hey, the moon is so round today. Song Jiyue muttered to herself to the sky.

For so many years, everyone has been cautious about her, and even she has to think carefully about what she says, for fear of accidentally poking her mood and causing physical discomfort.

But only Song Jiyue herself understands that she has no mood that can be aroused at all, and what makes her most uncomfortable is the caution around her.

However, the euphemism failed to change their attitude towards her a few times, and Song Jiyue gradually gave up and turned around and hid in her own small world.

After a long time, she developed a habit of talking to herself. Whenever there was no one, she would tell her feelings to the trees, the flowers, the sky and the ground.

However, this little habit also started because of Dong Junqin.

About three or four years ago, Dong Junqin took her to Luozhou once. In the Luozhou teahouse, she heard Mr. Storyteller tell a story about the past of Luozhou.

said that he was a civil official and met a musician. The two talked happily at first sight, and they only stayed together for the sake of their appearance, regardless of the eyes of the world.

It's a pity that the world is difficult, and the musician is not an extraordinary person, but a monster. The wife of the civil official invited the Taoist priest of Xianmen to arrest him and break him up, and he no longer existed.

Unexpectedly, the civil officials also died of illness in middle age.

Song Jiyue always felt that this story was familiar, and turned to ask Dong Junqin.

Sure enough, the immortal monk was Dong Junqin's master, a Xuanqing immortal.

However, Dong Junqin told her that in fact, the civil official fell in love not with a demon, but with a monster that was rarer than a monster.

This strange thing is born in the heart. The reason why the two of them were able to hit it off at first sight was actually because the civil official's own desires were too heavy, which attracted some unconscious energy scattered spirits to gather, and he gave birth to such a person according to his wishes.

The speaker is entertained, and the listener is in the heart. Since the fight, Song Jiyue has been thinking, if she thinks about it day and night, will one day she be able to be as strange as that civil official?

I don't want to do anything that damages the lintel, I just want to talk to someone who is close to me.

Over time, this habit of talking to oneself has come, and it cannot be changed.

One day, the kitchen made bean curd. She was used to eating sweet bean curd, and that day the ghost made her want to try the salty one.

So under the slightly disgusted gaze of the cook, she added red oil and poured the sauce.

Take a bite down, and the forehead ...... It's kind of weird.

The cook thought to herself: Madame is probably eating too lightly, and she wants to change her taste. However, the recipes at home are set by the master, especially the food of the lady and the old lady cannot be adjusted at will.

Song Jiyue subconsciously felt that she didn't expect it right. If you add it right, it shouldn't be unpleasant: "Should I add some pepper oil and mustard?"

The cook thought, when Dong Junqin came back, it would be better to give him advice.

But Song Jiyue listened to the cook: "Of course!"

The voice was very soft, like a whisper. Song Jiyue looked up at the cook and confirmed again: "Sister-in-law Zhou, do you also think you should add some pepper oil and mustard?"

The cook didn't listen to her at all, but Song Jiyue couldn't bear to speak bluntly with an expectant look.

"Madame, you can try them all. The cook replied cleverly, "But I still think honey beans are better." ”

But Song Jiyue understood.

She casually added something else and hurried away, no longer bothering.

Later, Dong Junqin came back, and he didn't say a word about his trip to the capital. It's just that when Song Jiyue went to the study to deliver tea, he overheard him and his father-in-law mention that General Gao in the capital was seriously injured on the battlefield in the west, and I am afraid that he will not be able to go on the expedition for several years.

General Gao, Song Jiyue is acquainted. In the past, when she lived in Yanjiao as the righteous daughter of the Dong family, every time the tall people visited Chongcaotang, they would bring her some novelties in the capital, and even the emperor's tribute, as well as gold, silver, jewelry, rouge and gouache.

Song Jiyue initially thought it was strange, Gao Ting was unmarried, and the old mother and the third aunt and six mothers-in-law in the family were no longer there, what was the purpose of Chenyang rewarding him with these?

However, after receiving too many gifts, Song Jiyue didn't care so much about the reason. Maybe Chenyang asked him to do some palace maids and officials.

Overall, Gao Ting treated her very well. This kind of goodness is different from Dong Junqin, as for the difference, Song Jiyue can't say clearly.

It's just that since she knew that Gao Ting's body was difficult to heal, Song Jiyue always remembered this matter.

Dong Junqin is very good at medicine, and a few years after Xiaobao was born, Ah Xiang sent him over, saying that he was familiar with it. Now that Xiaobao is not there, there are often people who come to seek medical advice, and there are no people in the fairy sect.

Song Jiyue thought, if Dong Junqin made a move, would Gao Ting's injury be improved? After all, he had even been cured of soul loss.

But Song Jiyue mentioned it euphemistically once, but Dong Junqin said that he couldn't do anything.

Song Jiyue vaguely knew that in the Shengshi incident, Dong Junqin, Gao Ting and Chenyang were not very happy.

It's not like they're turning against each other, but they're gradually estranged.

Song Jiyue thought that Dong Junqin was probably unwilling. But when he replied to her, there was pity and helplessness in his eyes.

Dong Junqin refused to go, and Song Jiyue couldn't say anything. However, this incident gave Song Jiyue a thought.

She began to pay attention to all kinds of news outside, especially the various movements in the capital.

Outsiders say that Song Jiyue's spirit is getting better and better, going out more often, and she is willing to talk to people more.

Dong Junqin also said after the day's acupuncture: "When the weather is good in the beginning of autumn, you should really go out for a walk." ”

"Ah Jun, can we go and see my father?" Song Jiyue asked following his words.

Probably because she rarely offered to go to the ancestral tomb of the Song family, Dong Junqin agreed without much thought.

He chose a good day, hid the device in the sleeve of Tongtian, and then took Song Jiyue Imperial Sword to the cemetery on the outskirts of Beijing.

This is the third time that Song Jiyue has sat on the imperial sword. Dong Junqin's imperial sword has always been stable and not difficult to bear. But this third time she came up, Song Jiyue began to feel that she was not powerful.

It seems that it should be higher, faster, and even a few circles, which is in line with Dong Junqin's style.

Dong Junqin trembled when he heard this. Then he looked at Song Jiyue suspiciously and nervously, as if she had said something nonsense.

However, it didn't take long for Dong Junqin to shake his head with a smile, and hugged her in front of him, hugged her in his arms and said, "Then you hurry up." ”

Soon, Song Jiyue regretted it.

Dong Junqin can indeed be that style, but she can't.

After her feet landed, Dong Junqin hurriedly found her a no-man's land. Song Jiyue couldn't stop regurgitating, but after spitting it up, she slowly felt a lot more refreshed.

Dong Junqin: "It still can't be too fast. ”

Song Jiyue waved her hand apologetically: "Try a few more times, maybe you will get used to it." ”

Dong Junqin helped her to slow down, and then led her slowly into the cemetery.

The location of the Jingjiao Cemetery is the former site of the original royal Taoist temple Changshengtai. At the time of the Xiahou case, Changshengtai was implicated in many ways, and then the disciples scattered, and the former glory no longer existed.

Later, Chenyang banned the royal position, worshiped the Buddha, asked the immortals, and even commerce and trade were all in accordance with the rules of the rivers and lakes.

Except for wickedness, he does not interfere the rest of the time.

Dong Junqin: "In fact, after the rebellion of the family, the first emperor had a plan to build a cemetery to bury those martyrs. Now it's finally happening. ”

yes, it's finally happening. It's just that there are more tombstones.

The two walked towards the area of the Song family, and saw a figure in the distance. When she got closer, Song Jiyue recognized it as Gao Ting.

Today's Gao Ting and Song Jiyue's impression is much older than Cang. It may also be because Dong Junqin's appearance has changed very little in the past few decades, so he is old age.

Gao Ting came alone today. The three of them looked at each other and nodded, and then saluted, and there was no communication during the process.

Song Jiyue saw that his face was fine, and thought that the injury should be under control.

Now, the thought was broken again.

After the ceremony, Dong Junqin and Gao Ting went to visit some deceased old times, and only Song Jiyue was left standing quietly in front of the tombstone, scanning the name engraved on it.

It's a pity that most of the others don't remember it very well, except for her father and brother.

She watched it for a long time, but there was no wave in her heart for a long time. She was so calm, so calm that she didn't even feel like she should.

So the habit of talking to oneself began: "You should all be reincarnated, right? or wait for me in the underworld......?

Song Jiyue muttered for a while, and suddenly heard a soft sigh: "They are all reincarnated, don't worry." ”

The sound was ethereal and disappeared in an instant. Song Jiyue looked around, but there was no one close to her.

Could it be the death of a family member?

But for so many years, she rarely dreamed of seeing her family in the world. Others say that after the dead are reincarnated, they will not be in the dreams of the deceased.

Her family was probably reincarnated a long time ago, so they didn't come to see her, so she slowly forgot about it.

But if it weren't for the deceased relatives, who would it be? Could it be the monster in her heart?

At this time, there was a sobbing not far away, and Song Jiyue looked at it, as if she was from the Zhou family in the capital.

The Zhou family is also the home of military generals, a few years ago the southwest victory was the first merit of the army where Zhou Gate was located, but Deputy General Zhou was seriously injured and died, and was sent directly to the cemetery after returning to Beijing.

When Song Jiyue first met Vice General Zhou, she thought that he had passed away, but later learned that he was only one or two years older than herself.

At that time, Vice General Zhou also joked that don't look at his old appearance, when he is fifty or sixty years old, he will still be like this, and he will be much less contemptuous than others at that time.

But who knows, before he is fifty or sixty years old, he is no longer there.

Dong Junqin and Gao Ting seemed to be comforting Mrs. Zhou, and the two daughters around them were also crying.

Song Jiyue looked at her tombstone again, and this sad emotion suddenly poured out.

It's not because the young man's family died, but it's just sad that if she was also killed back then, wouldn't her Song family not even have anyone to cry about? But what is even more sad is that although she is there at this moment, she can't cry.

My father-in-law always said that it is not up to others to live a short life, and everyone comes and goes alone. She didn't know if Huangquan Road was lonely or not, but she thought that no one remembered it at the end of her life, as if it had never existed at all, it was really a sad thing.

When she returned home that day, Song Jiyue returned to the past, didn't like to go out, and didn't talk much.

Dong Junqin was worried about her, but she couldn't find any reason after turning it over and over. Song Jiyue jokingly said that it was because of the woman's age, she knew that this could not prevaricate Dong Junqin, but at least she should not let him keep an eye on herself so closely.

It wasn't until after her father-in-law passed away that her body finally couldn't bear her self-grief and gradually decayed.

Medicinal incense and silver needles once again surrounded her life. Finally, after a strange but crazy night dream, Song Jiyue asked him, "Ah Jun, why do you want me to live so much?"

Song Jiyue's original intention was just curiosity. She knew very well how much it took to be sick. It is said that there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time, and she really can't think about how much drag she has brought to the people around her in the past 30 years.

But Dong Junqin cried.

Song Jiyue was frightened, and the manly husband said that he would cry when he shed tears, which really frightened her.

That night, Dong Junqin told her many reasons for her life, but Song Jiyue didn't take it to heart.

Dong Junqin's appearance aged very slowly, and when Mu Jifeng came to visit the door before, he inadvertently said that he had entered the immortal path and had a much longer life span than ordinary people, or that his time was much slower than that of ordinary people. So Song Jiyue understands that even if she is physically strong, it is impossible for her not to take a step first.

Let's go, Song Jiyue suddenly felt relieved, at least she still has Dong Junqin to cry for her, let's go.

However, Dong Junqin's medical skills are not boasted. Even if she didn't want to live, she still survived a few years.

One day in early winter, the ginkgo tree outside the house was still golden, and the little monster in her heart wanted to take a look.

Song Jiyue moved, and seemed to have some strength, so she got up and went out.

When the maidservant saw that she was willing to come out, she asked for a bright garment to dress her. Who would have thought that in the end, it would be red.

Song Jiyue was helpless, this was the original wedding dress.

The maidservant refused to back down: "The master has collected this wedding dress so well, he must cherish it very much." It's rare that you want to go out, so wear this one! I'll change the smock shirt for you, so it's not a wedding dress!"

Song Jiyue was too lazy to toss, so she simply went with her.

After changing her clothes, the maidservant said that there was a large ginkgo not far from her house, and that she should go there if she wanted to enjoy the last bit of autumn color.

So she took Song Jiyue to the study and called Dong Junqin to go with her.

But Dong Junqin is not here.

Song Jiyue was really unhappy to look for someone all over the house, so she sat in the study and asked the maid to call someone by herself.

Dong Junqin's study is really a study, full of books, and I don't know how he can read it.

This study is a place for Song Jiyue to go in and out anytime and anywhere, but most of the time she still asks Dong Junqin to bring the book to the bedroom to relieve her boredom.

If you go in again today, Song Jiyue thinks that she is here anyway, so it is better to take a look.

After shaking around, she found that except for a few collections of stories she had read, most of them were medical skills and mental methods.

It was the short sword on the table that caught her attention.

She recognized this sword as Dong Junqin's personal sword. However, he rarely uses it, at least Song Jiyue has not seen it a few times.

Before, Mu Jifeng and Nanqin told her in private that Dong Junqin and the long sword were incompatible, and the previous sword was broken and could not be repaired, but now this one was broken when dealing with the Shengsheng Stone, and it could not be repaired. So after that, Dong Junqin simply changed to a short sword.

It's just that this short sword has a strange name, Hidden Soul.

Mu Baofeng said before that it was called the burial of the soul, the burial of the burial. It was later corrected by Dong Junqin that it was hidden.

It's just that Song Jiyue listened, whether it was buried or hidden, it was quite weird.

But weird is weird, the bell hanging on this sword is quite exquisite.

Song Jiyue had seen this bell before, and at that time she was still curious why he hung a bell that would not ring when everyone else hung a sword spike.

Dong Junqin said that this bell is not an ordinary bell, it is a bell that can take people home.

Song Jiyue laughed when she heard it, and it was all Dong Junqin's immortal gate spell that he was afraid of getting lost.

It's just that today is really a bit boring, and she teased the silver bell. About eight or nine times later, Song Jiyue suddenly heard a few jingling bells.

Song Jiyue was stunned in place, she was very sure that this bell would not ring, otherwise Dong Junqin would not have been able to hear it for so many years.

Song Jiyue wondered, could it be an auditory hallucination? She fiddled again, and there was indeed a bell.

But when Song Jiyue made her tenth move, when her fingers touched the silver bell, a discordant line appeared on the delicate carving.

When the silver bell shattered, a gust of wind was set off in the study with the doors and windows closed. The hem of the red garment was blown and hissed, but the man remained motionless in the wind.

Only the eyes had to be closed because of the wind. However, after closing her eyes, countless pictures were reflected in Song Jiyue's mind.

When the wind gradually faded and the picture froze, there was a person in Song Jiyue's mind.

The man was sitting with her in the courtyard of the heavy grass hall, eating snacks and telling her ghost stories.

Song Jiyue finally knew what was wrong with her life, and it turned out that she had lost something important.

She remembered that day before entering the ghost market, she heard another person in her body tell Nanqin that as long as she destroyed the stone creatures, she could be saved, and that she would be able to return to normal in time.

She also remembered Nanqin asking the man what would happen if so.

The man didn't say anything.

After the wind stopped, Song Jiyue remembered that the man had finally erased all traces of his existence.

This is the power of the stone soul, and it is also the price of the stone to restore the soul of the element.

Song Jiyue looked at the silver bell fragments and suddenly had a sour nose.

Dong Junqin just went out to pick up Mu Jifeng and his wife, and when he came back, he heard Song Jiyue say that she was waiting for him in the study, but as soon as she entered the room, she saw her red-eyed.

Mu Baofeng was also startled, Nanqin stepped forward to ask, but Song Jiyue said, "I saw Alu." ”

"Alu?" the three of them were surprised, "He's in Dongli." Why did you see him? Ah Jun, your wife misses another man?"

It turns out that no one really remembers.

Song Jiyue lowered her head in disappointment, staring at the debris on the ground, and that sadness struck again.

Mu Baofeng didn't know if he had said the wrong thing to attract Song Jiyue like this. So he changed the subject and said, "Hey, why did your little bell break?"

Song Jiyue looked at Dong Junqin uneasily, but his face was as usual and nothing special. Mu Baofeng thought that she was guilty and sad because of the broken bell, so he said: "This bell has been going on for many years, and it will always be bad." Ji Yue, don't blame yourself, let's buy a new one for him when we go out. ”

After speaking, he didn't forget to stab Dong Junqin.

Dong Junqin picked up the fragments and comforted: "It's okay, don't be nervous." It's just a bell. I just got an ice stone before, so I'll use it to weave a knot for me to make a sword spike. ”

Even Dong Junqin doesn't remember.

Song Jiyue barely managed to squeeze out a smile, and then she looked out the door behind the three of them.

Under the ginkgo tree, a phantom figure is stirring the fallen leaves.

Song Jiyue didn't give up, she wanted to confirm again if they really didn't remember.

So she turned around, Mu Jifeng and Nanqin were talking, and Dong Junqin packed the pieces into an equally delicate box.

Song Jiyue saw it, he frowned and cast a spell on the box, and when the glimmer disappeared, he sighed silently.

After that day, Song Jiyue's spirit suddenly improved again. He even exercised his body for the first time, and even studied spells.

And her self-talk is even more serious.

A few times Nanqin came to see her and found her talking to the air. Nanqin asked, she just shook her head in denial.

And just like that, another ten years passed.

Song Jiyue still didn't survive March of that year. In the last days, Dong Junqin almost locked her in the house, trying all kinds of tricks day and night.

The people who could be invited were also invited, but they all said that they couldn't even help Dong Junqin's illness.

He was sad.

But Song Jiyue felt much more relaxed. She gradually lost feeling her physical presence, and then she saw the little monster in her heart and the ghost she said.

The Yama King in the Netherworld stared at her Yuan Soul as if hesitating. Only then did he ask her, "Do you have a last wish?" This king allowed you to go for half an hour. ”

Song Jiyue thought about it, so she gave Dong Junqin, who was guarding the spirit, a dream.

Then she drank Meng Po soup and faded everything in this life, leaving only the little monster flickering in her soul, waiting for Dong Junqin to take her home.

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