Ji Liyou's cries and struggles finally stopped.
He floated quietly on the water.
But this is strange water.
When he could open his eyes again, he saw the grass.
His eyes were the first to wake up, and when he discovered that he was floating on the water, he was frightened and looked helplessly for the storyteller.
He looked down and realized that this was actually a sea in the grassland.
Deep in the green grass, there is a giant blue gem hidden.
It's not a stream or a river, it's the real sea.
Ji Liyou found that he could actually walk on the water. He did not fall into the water. He was just as helpless as he was in the spring. The water did not drown him.
There was the sound of wind whistling around me.
Ji Liyou calmed down for a moment and accepted the current situation. He might really have become a ghost, because he would not sink to the bottom of the water even if he was standing on the water.
Someone around called him.
It was a child's voice, and he suddenly said: "Are you the new envoy?"
When he arrived in front of Ji Liyou, Ji Liyou looked at him in surprise and said, "What does it mean to be an envoy?"
"Those who have lost their power after being buried in the sky are the Jinshi, but... not everyone can become the Jinshi," the child said.
Ji Liyou looked at him and then at himself.
He had not completely forgotten what happened just now. He returned to the world from a valley, not from hell.
A person who has just woken up from a nightmare will never soon forget that nightmare.
But he was in a trance. Was he in the nightmare his true self? Or now
He was a little confused.
The child is smiling, smiling gently.
"How about I take you to Tengger?"
Ji Liyou understood almost instantly that he was now on the grassland of Shi Wei, "Isn't that the legendary god of Shi Wei?"
The child had already held his hand, and he took it back almost instantly, "You... you're not dead?"
Ji Liyou shook his head, "Look, there is no trace of me in the water. I must be dead."
The child raised his face and said, "No, you are not dead. Your remnant soul is still in your body. The person you are now is just a part of your soul."
His feet landed on the water and he tapped the water gently, and Ji Liyou saw his reflection again.
"Here's the proof."
Ji Liyou nodded, "Maybe you are right, because I heard another person say not long ago that my fate is very hard and I will not die that easily."
The child and he walked along the water to the shore.
"Who are you?" Ji Liyou asked him.
"Don't think I'm so young. In fact, according to your calculation method of one year, I have lived for more than three hundred years. I was just relatively young when I died."
Ji Liyou couldn't help but say, "How pitiful."
The child shook his head, "It's better to be dead than alive. I used to be always hungry, but now, I'm living a good life."
"Why don't you go to reincarnation? Doesn't it mean that when a person dies, he will go to reincarnation?"
The child shook his head, "We are under the control of Master Tengger, not you, the gods of the Central Plains. Of course, when the ordinary Weiwei people die, they will go to a far away place like the people of the Central Plains, and go to the end when they reach the end." into the body of a child."
"What about you? You didn't go to that place?" Ji Liyou asked.
He said no, "I am an envoy of God, so I don't have to go."
"God's envoy?" Ji Li worriedly thought to himself, "Hey, I met Old Man Wen's companion."
"Yes, I am the envoy of God, the one who specializes in grassland sacrifices." The child pointed to the high ground not far away and said, "That is where the Shiwei people worship Tengger and their ancestors."
Ji Liyou nodded. It turns out that the pure water in this grassland is called Haizi.
"When the sun rises every morning, the first ray of sunlight always shines on Haizi, and then it sets on the high ground. Master Tengger is at the place where Haizi and Wuwang Sea are connected."
There was a dreamy longing in the child's eyes, "Every year during the sacrifice time, Haizi seems to be brighter than the sun. The people of Shiwei jumped into the sea with a smile, as if they were embraced by the sun."
"I understand offering sacrifices to our ancestors, but why do we need to offer sacrifices to Tengri?"
The child ignored him and continued, "Then we began to offer sacrifices under the rising sun, praying that Tengri would exist forever and never abandon us."
"What kind of sacrifice?"
"On ordinary days, people in the Wei Dynasty use bouquets of flowers."
He said softly: "Flowers picked from distant mountains."
Ji Liyou said, "People in the Central Plains also offer sacrifices, but they use cattle, sheep, and other animals."
The child said, "There are also unusual days when animals are needed."
"On that day you used cattle and sheep as sacrifices?"
"Use the Wei people."
Seeing his change of expression, the child explained: "Dedicating yourself completely to the gods is a good thing that can bring good fortune in the coming year."
"We choose the strongest boy, who symbolizes Tengger. Then we choose the most beautiful lost Wei woman and dedicate ourselves to him until the sun goes down."
Ji Liyou listened quietly.
He continued slowly: "Then we'll let him die in the sunset."
He spoke very calmly, as if he was describing a common thing.
Ji Liyou felt that there were bird wings fluttering in his stomach.
"Would the boy himself wish to die?" he asked.
"Of course I do!" said the child. "There is no way in the world to die that is so glorious and beautiful."
Ji Liyou felt it was cruel. The Central Plains had not used living people as sacrificial objects for hundreds of years.
Ji Liyou's fists were clenched. He felt that Tengger might just be an evil god. Taking advantage of the ignorance and fantasy of the grassland people, a very evil thing was covered with a beautiful coat.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you are the only spirit that has woken up on Haizi in the past hundred years. I thought they had started offering sacrifices again."
"Start again? Have you ever..."
"Yes, since Shi Wei changed the high priest, such sacrifices have stopped. It's exactly a hundred years ago."
Ji Liyou breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the newly appointed high priest was a kind person.
The child continued, "I haven't spoken to anyone in a hundred years. If I can't serve as a sacrificial envoy to the gods, then I will have no value. Maybe Tengger will let me become a human again."
"Isn't it good to be a good person?" Ji Liyou asked him.
"Of course it's not good." The child sent him ashore, then turned around and left.
The night is already deep.
The storyteller sat alone in the room and hadn't heard any sound for a long time.
He first put the man who seemed to be not breathing on the bed and covered him with all the quilts he could find, as if he was afraid that he would catch a cold.
Then he lit all the lights in the house.
He was never afraid of death or darkness, but for this lying man, he hoped that death and darkness could stay away from him.
His judgment was rarely wrong.
But he seemed to never be able to understand the person lying beside him sleeping quietly.
He only remembered that when he picked him up from the ground, he asked him those words, which almost broke his heart.
If it was doubt or resentment, he could understand it, but he never thought that this was the only thing Ji Liyou cared about.
The night is already deep, and there is still a long time before dawn.
What will happen tomorrow? He couldn't predict it either.
The storyteller sighed.
But at this moment, he suddenly heard a strange sound, as if a drizzle of rain suddenly fell on the roof.
But it was not the sound of rain, and the storyteller hurried to see the "corpse" on the bed.
Immediately afterwards, there was a "boom" and the whole room suddenly burst into flames. It was like a house made of paper being set on fire. Once it burned, it was out of control.
Of course he wouldn't be burned to death, but he was afraid that something might happen to Ji Liyou.
Just as he was about to run to him and take him away, a burst of hot smoke hit him and his eyes were stabbed. When he looked again, there was no trace of Ji Liyou on the bed.
The storyteller rushed out immediately.
"Who is so impudent! Give him back to me!" The voice almost shook the sky.
But apart from the burning house, there was still silence between heaven and earth.
The hot spring is boiling.
Wei Lang had washed and wiped his clothes and was about to put on clean clothes when someone suddenly came in.
Wei Lang saw him clearly behind the smoke.
"Liyou?"
Ji Liyou nodded, "Are you done washing?"
Wei Lang stopped where he was and didn't know how to describe this feeling. He found that Ji Liyou had become very strange.
Ji Liyou pointed to the pool water behind him again, "Is the water still hot?"
Wei Lang glanced at him and said, "It's still hot."
When Ji Liyou untied his clothes, Wei Lang could no longer keep his composure.
He turned his head and said, "You woke up and told Mr. Wen?"
Ji Liyou looked at his back and suddenly smiled.
Wei Lang asked: "Why are you laughing?"
Ji Liyou said no, "I'm just laughing because you don't dare to look at me." He then asked, "What do I have on me?"
Wei Lang stayed in the heat for a long time, blushing and shaking his head, "It's nothing, I have never taken a bath with others."
When Wei Lang was about to go out, he heard the sound of water ripples behind him, and he casually held the long towel he had just wiped with.
Ji Liyou had already arrived behind him, "What are you thinking about? Your ears are all red."
He was so close that his breath was on his back. Wei Lang threw the long scarf to him behind his back, "Don't tell me, you're not wearing anything right now."
Ji Li smiled sadly, "When I came in, my clothes were dirty. Whose clothes did you ask me to wear?"
Wei Lang became more and more aware of the current situation, but he did not take any action.
I don’t know what to expect, but my heart is very heavy.
Ji Liyou wrapped a long scarf around his body, walked up to him and asked, "Don't you dare to look at me?"
Wei Lang raised his eyes, nodded and said, "Yes, I don't dare to look at Ji Liyou."
At the same time, he put a charm on his chest in an instant and said softly, "But, what does this have to do with you?"
Ji Liyou fell to the ground.
Anmuda's door was ajar, and there was only a table, a chair, and a mirror in the room.
When he walked in, a slender, tall woman was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, combing her hair.
Of course, Anmuda also saw him in the mirror, but he didn't look back. He just asked, "It's late at night, what are you doing here?"
He carried the person behind him and placed the person on Anmuda's bed.
"He's in my room."
Anmuda was shocked.
"He's awake?"
"He's awake, but it shouldn't be Ji Liyou."
"What do you mean?"
"Anyway, I don't feel like it."
"What doesn't look like it?"
"The tone he spoke just now sounded like a woman."
"When he woke up, it turned into a woman's voice?"
Wei Lang said no, "The voice is still Ji Liyou's, but... how should I put it... it just... just feels different."
"Then what should we do now? You leave the person here with me."
"I have already asked the servant to call Mr. Wen, and he will tell you in a moment."
While talking, the box in the corner of Anmuda's room moved slightly.
"What's going on?" Wei Lang said.
Anmuda seemed to have remembered something, and immediately blocked his way, "No... nothing, you leave the person here with me, if there is any accident, I will knock him out again."
"No, there's something in the box." Wei Lang had already passed through her protection and took a few steps to the box.
As soon as he opened it, he saw a woman sleeping soundly.
Wei Lang was surprised, "Did you bring Jimo Ran?"
"It's not like I have to take her with me, she has to follow herself." An Muda said helplessly, spreading his hands.
Wei Lang was worried, "Don't forget, she is Princess Tangshuo. Now she is almost in Donghu. If something happens to her in Donghu, how do you ask King Donghu to explain to the emperor?"
Anmuda said he didn't know, "Why don't you wake her up and ask her. I don't even know when she got into the box."
Ran Ran slept so soundly. Although the box was small, she was not that big either.
Anmuda looked at her sleeping face and said, "Sleep so soundly. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Mr. Wen will come after a while, so don't talk too much."
"Even if I don't talk much, he will know."
Anmuda squatted in front of the box, teasing Ranran, "Look at her frowning when she is asleep. Is she more fierce than usual?"
Wei Lang had no choice but to pull Anmuda over and said, "The beach on Haizi is about to open. We don't have time to send her back. You'd better not act recklessly."
Anmuda shook his hand and said, "Why do you tell me what you are thinking in your own heart? Do you need me to remind you?"
Wei Lang frowned, "I told you, don't read my mind!"
"You provoked me first." Anmuda said angrily.
Wei Lang looked at the person in the box, slowly walked forward, lowered his voice, and put his hand in.
Anmuda blocked his hand, "What are you doing?"
Wei Lang had already put his arms around Ran Ran's waist, put one hand under her leg, and held her in his arms. Ran Ran was really tired while walking during the day, and the movement at this time did not affect her at all. sleep.
Anmuda wants to take Ran Ran away.
Suppressed by Wei Lang's magic.
"I'll take her to my place to sleep, and I'll settle the score with her tomorrow."
"You dare!" Anmuda threatened.
"If you insist on keeping her tonight, then I will find someone to send her back tomorrow. No matter how dangerous the journey is, it has nothing to do with us. Her death on the way has nothing to do with us."
Anmuda was anxious, "No!"
"Then I will take her with me, and you are not allowed to touch her, not even a hair on her head."
"What did I do? I didn't do anything, don't slander me." Anmuda shouted.
The person in Wei Lang's arms seemed to be waking up, grumbled, and fell asleep again with his head on Wei Lang's shoulder.
Wei Lang whispered, "You are here, wait for Mr. Wen to come over, and tell him about the situation later, but don't say that I found him, just say that you saw him and saw that he looked abnormal, so you brought him back." ... For the rest, you can look at it yourself and say, his hair and body are wet, but the clothes I just put on him are new clothes. Mr. Wen may ask about this, so you can excuse him. Remember not to let anything slip."
Anmuda said no, "Why should I lie for you?"
"How about I tell Ranran some of your old stories tomorrow to open her eyes?"
"You..." Anmuda could only watch as Wei Lang took the person away.
(End of chapter)