The storyteller asked him, "Where to go?"
Ji Liyou said, "I'm going to die. I'm so angry with you, why can't I go and seek death?"
The storyteller said in a good voice, "But you haven't defeated me, so you can't leave me. Even if you die, you have to die in front of me. I have to watch it with my own eyes."
Ji Liyou covered his ears and said, "I'm going for a walk. Anyway, with this bell, it won't be too far no matter how far I go."
Shortly after he left, the storyteller said to the eaves, "After listening for so long, everyone has left, so it's time to come down, right?"
Wei Lang climbed out of the window and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't intend to hear you quarreling, nor did I intend to see you fight. I just wanted to go have a drink with him."
He pointed to his shoulder, "You're hurt."
The storyteller sat at the table, lowered his eyes, completely different from before, "I'm not blind."
"Can't you heal yourself?"
"Can't," he said.
"How about I use a charm to help you? It looks like the wound is not shallow."
"It's not in vain, he hurt me with Zi Qing Mist Rain. Zi Qing Mist Rain has been immersed in Huanshentai for a hundred years and already has the spiritual power to kill gods." The storyteller said calmly.
"You didn't tell him just now. If he really kills you with your sword, how do you want him to forgive himself in the future?"
The storyteller shook his head, "He won't. He never will."
Ji Liyou slowly walked out of the door and suddenly noticed a light coming through the forest.
There were two maids, carrying two green gauze lanterns. The maid on the left was older and taller. She bowed her head and said in salute: "It's the old lady who asked us to invite the good young master..."
When we arrived at the old lady's place, there were several exquisite plates of dishes placed on the table.
He only bowed and sat down, saying, "Liyou has arrived."
The maid lifted the bead curtain.
But it was Ran Ran who walked out, her face as pale as paper.
"Why is it you?" Ji Li asked worriedly.
Ran Ran said that she begged the old lady to call him over, and if she called him, he would definitely not come.
It was dull all around.
The servants were all gone, and it was just him and her.
Ran Ran sighed softly and said, "I had no idea that Brother Shanjing had ambushed a killer in Qingyou Nunnery."
Ji Liyou could only sigh and had nothing to say.
Ran Ran continued to explain: "It's okay if you don't believe it, but brother Shanjing didn't mean it. He has a high background, but the old lady and his wife always suppressed him. The name he heard the most since he was a child is you, you When did he learn something? The news soon spread to Liangzhu. You will, he must learn it. No matter what he does, he works extra hard. He is always afraid that the old lady will look down on him. They forced him to be like this. "
Ji Liyou smiled and said, "Have you ever felt that his life is important and my life is worthless? If I die at his hands, that will put an end to his inner demons for many years. That's right. no?"
Ranran smiled bitterly and said: "I regard you as my brother, so why don't I care about your life? I just respect my brother. It's really pitiful."
Ji Liyou was silent for a long time and then said slowly: "Aren't I pitiful? I grew up like my grandfather. I look like him in everything. Even the people I love are attracted to me because I look like him. I Not humble? I didn’t have a mother’s upbringing, and my father always taught me the right way. Even if I fell and got bruised, he would only let me get up. When I grew up, my father would hug me except when I fell when I was a kid. I learned to walk, but he never hugged me again. Aren't I afraid of being alone? But dad said, I have to finish reading my grandfather's books, and I have to annotate them. There are endless articles and there are always books that I can't finish. I don't want to I want to learn swordsmanship, but just because my grandfather is good at swordsmanship, I have to learn to be like him. Why, when I grow up, I have to live in his shadow all the time. I no longer have the real me, and I don’t even know myself. No one knows."
Ran Ran was silent for a long time, "I'm sorry."
Ji Liyou suddenly laughed and said, "You didn't do anything wrong, why are you apologizing? It's not you who should apologize."
Ranran said slowly: "I did make a mistake. In order to make amends, I should give this to you."
She slowly opened the painting, "This was not painted by me. It was painted by a painter in the palace when she first came to the throne."
Ji Liyou is very confused now and doesn't want to meddle in other people's affairs.
He glanced up briefly.
His heart ached faintly, but he smiled and said, "My guess was indeed right."
"What?"
Ji Liyou took a long breath and said, "The woman named Shi Wei is Queen Minhui, your grandmother."
"It's impossible. My grandmother's small name is Zhining. There is Su Zhining, the person who carved the inscription."
Ji Liyou drank the wine in front of him in one gulp and said, "It's really a strange circle that you can't get out of. One link after another, and no one ends up well."
Ran Ran didn't understand the inside story, "What do you mean?"
"It's simple. Like them, I didn't get what I wanted."
"what do you want?"
"A person's sincerity."
On the day when Mrs. Ji was celebrating her birthday, the old lady joked that Liang'er was old enough to get married. After hearing this, Ji Liyou's face froze.
If he didn't leave as soon as possible, he might really be trapped and die in Liangzhu City, Ji Li thought worriedly.
But storytellers always say, wait.
Ji Liyou packed his luggage and prepared to leave first, but he seemed to have made up his mind to let Ji Liyou stay in Liangzhu for a longer time. Ji Liyou didn't understand how much he had to do. Couldn't he finish it by himself? , went back to Bolu alone, and insisted on detaining him in Liangzhu and waiting for him to go with him.
The footsteps gradually came closer, and a person finally appeared in the darkness, holding a flower in his hand.
A pure white flower, but the stamen in the middle is light blue.
"Wei Lang?" Ji Liyou was surprised, "Why are you here?"
Wei Lang walked over slowly and put the flowers in the vase in the room.
"What kind of flower is this? The stamens are blue?"
Wei Lang's eyes were full of sadness: "Motuohua."
Ji Liyou looked at the flower dreamily: "Bolu is the capital of flowers after all. I have also seen relatives of the Motuo flower, and they all have yellow stamens. I have never seen you like this before."
"What do you know? There are many kinds of Medog flowers on the grassland."
"I don't know anything." Ji Li worriedly spread his hands.
"Then do you want to know the story of this flower?"
"I like to hear stories, tell me."
"Have you been to Guowei?" Wei Lang asked him.
Ji Liyou shook his head, "I have passed by Donghu, but I have never been to Lost Wei Grassland."
Wei Lang sighed and suddenly sat down opposite Ji Liyou and said, "If you have the chance, you must go and see Shiwei's grassland and Haizi."
It was night, and the two of them were holding candles and talking at night. The light of the stars came in from the window and shone on Ji Liyou's spotless moon-white robe.
Wei Lang looked at him quietly, like watching a flickering incense in a dark room.
It was obviously just an insignificant spark, but it was as bright as a torch in his eyes.
When Wei Lang divined for him, he noticed that he was like fireworks in the desert or like white clouds in the mountains. He could see clearly, but he was on the high mountain that was out of reach.
He looked at Ji Liyou wholeheartedly, and suddenly felt that his messy heart was no longer messy, and there seemed to be a strange rhythm in it.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Ji Liyou was still waiting for him to tell the story about Mo Tuohua, but when he saw that he didn't speak for a long time, he just stared at him.
Wei Lang didn't react.
Illusions are born from the heart. If the illusion he saw was indeed Tengger's guidance, then it was because of his own inner demons and had nothing to do with Ji Liyou.
If Ji Liyou is a painting, then he is the masterpiece in the painting.
Wei Lang sighed, "Shall I do a trick for you?"
"You clearly said you wanted to tell me a story." Ji Li said worriedly.
Wei Lang pointed casually: "Look again, where is the story?"
Following his finger, Ji Liyou saw cattle and sheep in the distance. When he lowered his head again, there was green grass everywhere.
I don't know when the sun has risen.
Ji Liyou was immediately stunned.
He shook his head and looked out the window. The moonlight outside the window was still clear.
Was it just a cover-up
Wei Lang smiled and said, "When I tell you a story, it's different from when someone else tells you a story. I'll take you to see it."
Slowly, several men on horseback came towards this side.
Now Ji Liyou could clearly see every wrinkle on their faces. He could even see their pores dilating and their clothes moving.
But they seemed not to notice him at all.
"Are you showing me memories?" Ji Liyou looked at Wei Lang.
Wei Lang was confused, "How do you know that this is a person's memory?"
Most people would be surprised by this strange situation.
But Ji Liyou had seen it many times before.
He just sat there quietly, not even moving.
Ji Liyou saw a clear pool, but the water surface was so wide that it seemed like he couldn't see the end.
There was a man and a woman lying on the high ground on the grassland. Heavy snow fell, and the two died in love in the snow.
Later, the wolves on the grassland came and ate them clean.
At this moment, Ji Liyou slowly turned his head and stared at him. His eyes, which were already red due to fatigue and sadness, suddenly became indescribably clear and cold, staring at him like a knife. After a long time, he slowly said: "I don't like sad stories anymore, so don't make me cry."
Wei Lang said, "I just want to tell you the origin of this kind of Motuo flower. Besides, do you really think this makes you sad?"
"People have died for their love. Is it still a happy story?"
Wei Lang smiled again, but his smile was a little forced: "If I told you that they went to Tengger, would you believe it?"
Ji Liyou said: "They have been eaten clean by wolves, why should they go to the gods?"
"Do you know that Tengger is the god who lost Wei?"
Ji Liyou nodded and said, "I heard the old man said it."
Wei Lang stopped laughing. After a long time, he slowly said: "The highest respect for the dead on the grassland is not to be buried in the best coffin, but to be buried in the sky."
"Sky burial? Oh, it means entering the belly of a wolf."
"you do not believe?"
"I don't believe it." Ji Liyou shook his head.
"Do you not believe in sky burial or do you not believe in Tengger?"
Ji Liyou shut his mouth. He knew that the next casual words would annoy this man from the grassland.
Wei Lang said calmly: "Are you afraid that what you say will make me angry?"
Ji Liyou didn't deny it.
"You are not a believer in Tengger, I won't blame you." Wei Lang said.
"Thank you."
"Are you a follower of Mr. Wen?"
Ji Liyou clenched his hands, but his heart sank.
Wei Lang felt that he had already got the answer and there was no need to ask further questions.
"Have you ever seen this in him?"
Ji Liyou's face turned pale, "I've never seen him before."
This bright red one is like the flower halo between a woman's forehead, but it is a hundred times more enchanting and weirder than the woman's flower halo.
Of course he had.
"Do you believe what I said?"
Ji Liyou now knew that he was an uninvited guest today, "Xin, you are my friend, of course I believe your words."
"I'm telling you now, he is not a descendant of God, but a fallen angel."
Ji Liyou gave him a cold look, "What exactly do you want to tell me?"
"If it weren't for his heinous crimes, he wouldn't have been eviscerated, and this mark wouldn't have appeared on him." Wei Lang said.
Ji Liyou asked, "Have you seen this mark?"
"Perhaps you don't know that Tengger gave me the eyes of the sky, which can see beyond the three realms. His disguise cannot escape my eyes."
Ji Liyou nodded, "Awesome." He didn't care much.
He seemed to understand that the scars on the storyteller's back were not whip marks, but maybe wounds left by removing the immortal bones.
He had only seen it once.
"You shouldn't hang out with him."
Ji Li smiled sadly, "You have to stay away."
"Why?"
"Because, for Old Man Wen, there is no taboo on killing people."
"I really want to tell you what I know, but I don't think you will believe me." Wei Lang said.
Suddenly, he noticed his aura.
Wei Lang left a message, "If you need anything, I will come to help."
He turned over in the air and jumped out of the window.
Ji Liyou looked at his back with a strange look in his eyes.
Huo Ran turned around: "Are you back?"
Ji Liyou looked at him, as if he wanted to speak, but held back.
His whole body suddenly became cold: "What did he say to you?"
Ji Liyou pointed at the flower in the vase, "He is telling me the origin of the Motuo flower."
The hand he held was so cold, terribly cold.
But Ji Liyou held his hand tightly and said sadly, "He didn't say anything to me."
"I find it fun when you lie to others, but if you lie to me, I always want to kill you."
Ji Liyou felt like a knife was stirring in his heart.
The storyteller caressed Ji Liyou's pale face: "Remember, you haven't seen Wei Lang today. You have been alone in Ji's house and haven't seen anyone."
Ji Liyou didn't speak or move.
He seemed to be completely numb and became a dull puppet.
After a while, Ji Liyou came back to his senses and saw that he had changed his clothes and asked, "Are you back?"
The storyteller sat at the table, stretched out his hands and said, "I am very tired, please come to me."
Ji Liyou asked, "How long will it take you to finish your business? I really don't want to stay in Liangzhu anymore. I miss Master Ying and the others."
The storyteller said nothing and lowered his head.
Ji Liyou squatted in front of him and looked into his eyes, "What's wrong with you?"
"I said I'm tired, can you give me a hug?"
Ji Liyou sighed, never knowing what he was busy with. If he didn't tell him, he wouldn't know.
Tired and frustrated, Ji Li was helpless.
He picked off a petal from his back, and at the same time found that he smelled of woman's powder.
He suddenly spoke, "What did you do in the house today?"
Ji Liyou said calmly, "I didn't do anything, I just read and played the piano."
He said he had a headache, and Ji Liyou rubbed it for him, "Did I give you a headache?"
The storyteller did not reply.
"If you and I are like this, we will probably have to break up before Bolu comes." Ji Liyou said deliberately.
He massaged his head behind him. The storyteller didn't know which of his words made him angry, so he immediately leaned him against the table, and bumped him directly into the corner of the table without caring about his back.
Ji Liyou struggled to get up, "Don't you have eyes? I knocked on the table!"
The storyteller let go of him, "I'm sorry."
The two of them slumped down and fell asleep, each with their own thoughts, and neither of them really fell asleep.
Ji Liyou curled up. He originally just wanted to hug him and never wanted to hurt him.
The storyteller asked him, "What would you do if one day you found out that all of this was fake, that I was fake, and that you were also fake?"
"There's no way it's all fake." Ji Liyou closed his eyes.
"what will you do?"
"In this way, isn't it just like dreaming? Since it is a dream, just wake up." He said.
"When you wake up from the dream, what will you do if you find that you and I have never known each other?"
Ji Liyou nodded, "Very good."
The storyteller suddenly wanted to smother him with a pillow.
"Little bastard, white-eyed wolf..." He kept mumbling in the second half of the night. His voice, which usually sounded majestic and profound, now sounded like a headache.
Ji Liyou had no choice but to turn around, "Is this okay?"
(End of chapter)