They were a pair of clear, extremely pale eyes.
It's like the mist hanging at both ends of the waterfall, or like the sparks floating in the midwinter night.
He looked sideways, frowning at the crazy walking corpse and the unconscious girl.
Then he stretched out his finger and pointed at the ferocious walking corpse with some uncertainty.
The candles gradually went out and there was silence.
After a while, the young man stood up, looked at the torn apart rotten flesh on the ground, closed the coffin and said, "It's really weak."
Then he looked at the dying girl, and he frowned. The previous scenes appeared like a flash, and he felt a little pain in his head, as if he was reading a difficult question. Then he raised his index finger and touched her. between the brows.
The finger was still stained with blood and a little dirty, but it didn't tremble at all.
…
The autumn wind is coming slowly, the moon is rising in the east, the silver light is blowing on the mountains and shining on the hills, and the majestic palace buildings are like snow and frost.
When he came to the entrance of the temple, everyone outside had already fled.
He looked at his hand with faded corpse spots, frowned slightly, trembled his lips, and murmured in a low voice:
"Ning... long?"
Are there really people with the same name and surname in this world
Or... is this my name
He picked up the copper coin on the threshold, pinched it gently, and looked through the hollow of the copper coin.
The autumn leaves shake their shadows, and the bright moon dances through the night fog.
Between the bright moon, he seemed to see an illusory Taoist temple. Many fragments of memories slowly blended into his mind, but he could not completely piece it together for a while.
"Who am I...?"
He stood quietly, his robes fluttering in the night wind, like a bird flapping its wings, but it still lingered in the night wind.
…
It was three days before Ning Xiaoling woke up.
After the exorcism ritual, Ning Qinshui died violently. At dawn the next day, Song Zi dared to bring people to collect the body. He was shocked to find that the old Taoist had turned into a pile of rotten flesh and bones, but his two disciples seemed to be still alive. .
After all, they survived the disaster, so he arranged for someone to send them back to the abandoned courtyard.
At this moment, the decoction was boiling on the small stove, and the strong smell of the medicine was accompanied by a large amount of white mist.
When Ning Xiaoling opened her eyes, she happened to see Ning Jiujiu holding up the stove lid, staring at the boiling medicine inside, frowning.
Ning Xiaoling looked around. There was a red lacquered wooden bed, the curtain was half-draped, and red flower lanterns hung between the tables and ancient shelves.
"This is… "
She wanted to stand up, but she felt that her hands and feet were paralyzed and she could not exert any strength at all. It was more like there were thousands of ants biting her in her head. When she thought about it for a moment, she felt a splitting headache.
She was wrapped in a quilt and curled up tighter, as if recalling some scene. Her pupils shrank slightly, her body trembled, and her cold hands and feet could not be warmed at all.
She raised her head cautiously, smelling the strong smell of medicine, and felt increasingly unreal.
"Where's Master?" she asked softly.
Ning Chang said concisely: "Dead."
Ning Xiaoling closed her eyes, and the evil spirits and heart-rending wails that poured into her body were still in her ears. She suddenly opened her eyes with a start, and tried her best to calmly say: "Then how did we survive?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Maybe it's good luck."
Ning Xiaoling naturally didn't believe this statement, but she didn't ask further. She always felt that there was something weird about her senior brother...
Ning Jiujiu put the Cattail Fan in his hand aside, poured the medicine into the bowl, and handed it over: "Okay, drink the medicine."
After Ning Xiaoling drank the medicine, her body felt slightly warm and she finally had some strength. She recalled Ning Changjiu's method of pouring the medicine just now and felt that something was wrong.
"What kind of medicine is this?" she asked casually.
Ning Changjiu said: "I've seen what Song Xiang sent, and there's nothing wrong with it. It's something that can calm the cold, warm the body, and nourish the Zifu."
Ning Xiaoling groaned, placed the empty medicine bowl on the wooden cabinet next to her, hid her hands back under the quilt, and her petite body shrank into a ball, like a little fox.
"Senior brother... thank you." She whispered.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Thank me for what?"
Ning Xiaoling raised her face and said seriously: "You were standing in front of me at that time. I remember that I treat you the same way on weekdays. You really... don't hold grudges."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Actually... I seem to have forgotten a lot of things and remembered a lot of things."
Ning Xiaoling was startled and asked, "What did you remember?"
Ning Jiujiu sighed softly, his voice like the wind sinking to the bottom of the valley: "I remembered that Master killed me."
Ning Xiaoling frowned slightly. The scene of that night shrouded her memory like a nightmare. At that time, Ning Qinshui used the so-called "talisman" to make them scapegoats. I don't know what happened after that. Both men survived.
How could senior brother forget such an unforgettable memory? Is it a fluke that Ning Qinshui still has a master-disciple relationship
How could there be such an idiot
Ning didn't continue talking for a long time. He shook his head and said, "You need a good rest. I'll go out for a walk."
Ning Xiaoling lowered her head and hummed.
The door of the house was wide open, and the cool breeze blew in the eyes. Not long after, an autumn rain fell on the courtyard, pattering.
Ning Changjiu moved a chair and sat under the eaves, looking at the autumn rain. In his eyes, those raindrops were countless silvery white threads hanging down from the sky.
He suddenly raised his hand and kept it at a certain height, motionless.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Ning Xiaoling was wearing a white singlet. She happened to see this scene when she rolled out the curtain. She was slightly startled, crouched and silently retreated into the room.
The next two days were extremely peaceful. Song side ordered people to deliver medicine and food every day. When they recovered, he would give them a sum of money and then send them out of the imperial city.
Ning Changjiu seemed to have no injuries, but Ning Xiaoling was not as simple as breaking her muscles and bones. The meridians all over her body were swollen and cracked. If she hadn't practiced secretly before and had the spiritual energy to protect her, she would definitely not be able to walk at this moment. Zifu was almost destroyed that night, and it took a long time to recover.
At night, Ning Xiaoling lay on her bed as usual, and Ning Jiujiu carefully applied medicine on her shoulders and back.
Ning sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, packing the plaster.
Ning Xiaoling suddenly said: "After you recover from your injury, all the money that Master has hidden secretly should be divided. It is not easy for Senior Brother to take care of me, so you should get more."
Ning Jiujiu said: "You can take it all, I don't need it."
Ning Xiaoling pursed her lips and suddenly rubbed her temples: "My head hurts a little, and I can't remember where I put it."
Ning Changjiu said: "One stroke under the compass, one stroke behind the stove, one stroke above the fifth beam from left to right, and one stroke in the secret grid under the bed."
The oil lamp swayed with fireworks, the girl lowered her head, the hair on her forehead covered her eyebrows, she rubbed her arms without any expression.
There was silence between the two.
It was Ning Xiaoling who took the lead to break the calm again: "They all blame me. Even though they knew that the old guy had evil intentions, he was still so careless. I should have checked that talisman."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said: "The most difficult thing to guard against is always the knife in the back."
Ning Xiaoling turned her head sideways, opened her watery eyes, and asked, "Senior brother will never harm me, right?"
Ning was stunned for a long time and said naturally: "Of course not."
Ning Xiaoling nodded slightly, as if to comfort herself: "Well, senior brother will never blame me or harm me... But, but..."
Ning stared at her calmly for a long time, waiting for her to ask further.
Ning Xiaoling suddenly raised her head. Her originally delicate and cute little face now looked thin and pale. The girl's eyes flashed, alert and fearful. She opened her mouth and finally said the words that seemed to be frozen in her throat:
"But...who are you?"
There was a crack, and an oil flower suddenly exploded beside the sleeve.