Yuan Xiang'er stood on the top of the mountain, watching Qiu Yueming walk down the city wall alone, her normally straight back slightly bent, her neck drooping, with a bit of bleak and lonely.
I hope he is just a moment of sprouting and enthusiasm, and will soon be able to forget this emotion, Yuan Xianger thought with some guilt.
Something furry touched her back, Yuan Xianger turned her head and saw Nan He, who had transformed into a giant wolf, was standing quietly behind her.
"Come up?" A voice sounded in Yuan Xiang'er's mind.
If Nan He uttered this sentence in his voice, it must be just three cold and flat words, without any emotion at all.
But because it was directly transmitted from her consciousness to her mind, Yuan Xianger immediately tasted the complex emotions of shyness, anxiety and a little sadness.
Such slender emotions were conveyed from the majestic body in front of him, and it was inexplicably particularly sultry, making Yuan Xianger unable to help but get excited.
"Ah, can I ride?" The phrase didn't sound right.
"I mean, can I sit on it?"
This doesn't seem right either.
No matter what it is, isn't it a super happy thing to ride with Xiaonan
Yuan Xianger cheered and threw herself into the furry exclusive car.
The silver-white Sirius was flying over the wilderness, Yuan Xianger was buried in the flying silver hair, galloping in the air, with a big heart,
She simply kicked the obstructing shoes halfway, and threw them between the mountains, bare feet rubbing against the cool and soft hair, the wind brushed her face, raised her sleeves, and the winding city wall retreated under her feet, boundless. the earth.
The setting sun melts gold on the horizon, and the twilight clouds close together, almost making people wonder where they are.
"Ah—it's such a joy to fly in the air like this, Xiao Nan, you're so nice, why are you always so nice." Yuan Xiang'er clasped her hands together and shouted,
Tired of flying, Yuan Xiang'er lay down in the soft fur, listening to the wind whistling in her ears, and stroking the thick hair in her hands.
"Nanhe, can you stay by my side all the time?" she asked with her eyes closed.
"Hmm." This is an affirmative answer.
"Human life won't be too long, don't leave, just stay with me until... until you spend your whole life, okay?"
"Um… "
After I die, Nan He will have a long life, long enough to forget everything. He'll have new partners and forget me. Thinking about it this way, Yuan Xianger felt a little sour and sad.
After flying happily for a long time, Nan He's speed slowed down, and he fell to the ground and turned into a human figure. Brocade clothes and light furs, jade belts and precious boots, such as sparring, such as grinding - after this period of time walking in the world, Nan He has been able to change into neat human clothes when needed.
He asked Yuan Xianger to sit under the tree, squatted down, took out a pair of small boots, and put them on Yuan Xianger himself. As soon as the boots were put on, they became a perfect fit. They were just the right size.
"Isn't this your hair change? Can you lend me to wear it?" Yuan Xianger was a little embarrassed.
"As long as it's mine, there's nothing you can't use." Nan He helped Yuan Xiang'er put on her shoes, without raising her head, a low voice sounded. "Ah Xiang, do you like General Qiu?"
"So you overheard," Yuan Xianger shook her head gently, "The general is a very good man. But we are not suitable."
She was afraid that Nan He would not understand the meaning of this sentence, and added, "They have different ideas and lifestyles. The most important thing is that I don't have that kind of emotional feeling towards him."
She stood up and tried to jump a few steps, the shoes fit, light and comfortable.
Nan He looked at Yuan Xiang'er in front of him.
what about me? Am I suitable
The words rolled back and forth in his throat, and he almost blurted out, but his throat seemed to be rusted, and he couldn't ask this short sentence.
A voice sounded not far away,
"The warlock from the south is from the Dongxuan Sect, right?"
In midair, a monster in the shape of a lion hovered, with a majestic mane, a sphinx face, four hooves and a black tail that turned into black smoke drifting into the air. A young man sat idle on its back.
The man was wearing an ordinary hydration suit, with a silk sash on his waist, a blue hat on his head, and hemp shoes on his feet.
He was able to appear so quietly so close to him that neither Nan He nor himself could find it, so it was obvious that he was very powerful. Yuan Xianger took a half step back and replied in a secretive guard, "I'm not a member of the Dongxuan Sect."
"Oh, it's not the best, I hate those people who pretend ?"
"My surname is Yuan." Yuan Xiang'er said cautiously.
The warlock nodded, "Your apostle is Sirius, right? I don't have any other hobbies, and I like to collect rare and unique apostles. Seeing Sirius from a distance, I was happy to catch up, so I dared to ask. Can fellow Daoist give up his love and resell him to me?"
"It's not for sale. I won't sell it for any amount of money." Yuan Xianger rejected him and was about to leave.
"Don't say it so early? Maybe I have what you want." The warlock was not angry, his eyebrows curled, "There is nothing in this world that cannot be traded, just looking at how many chips can move people's hearts."
He took out two porcelain vases from his arms and poured out two golden and restrained medicinal pills.
"Have you seen it? This one is Zhuyan Dan, which can keep your face from getting old and youthful forever. This two is Yanshou Pill, which can prolong the life of ordinary people for ten years. It is the best of the Yanshou Pills that can be found at the moment." She stretched out her palm in front, as if Yuan Xianger couldn't refuse his temptation, "Do you want it?"
"No, I don't need it."
The Taoist Qingyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and persuaded: "Don't underestimate it, although it can only last for ten years, it is really rare. Now that the spiritual energy is exhausted, it is not easy to open the furnace. Come. If it weren't for the rare thing in the world of Sirius, I would be reluctant to take it out and exchange it with you. No matter how good your relationship with your apostle is, it's not as important as your own life, right?"
Yuan Xiang'er shook her head, took Nan He's hand, and walked out. No matter how precious life is, there are things in this world that cannot be exchanged. On the contrary, Nan He turned his head frequently and stared at the medicine pill in the man's hand.
Watching their backs go away. Qingyuan touched the mane of the apostle who sat down, and shook his head in disbelief, "This is really rare, and there are people who can not want Yanshou Pills."
After staying in Datong Mansion for a few days, it was finally time to leave.
Qiu Yueming personally sent them far away, until the tall city walls of Datong Mansion became blurred, and he stopped to see them off.
When they parted, he stood in front of Yuan Xianger and didn't speak for a long time.
"Don't be like this, Brother Qin Guan." Yuan Xiang'er comforted him softly, "I'll go back first. In the future, there will always be time for our friends to see each other."
Qiu Yueming frowned, with restrained sadness in his eyes. He is a restrained and prudent person, and what he said that day was the limit of what he could do. Even if he is reluctant to give up in every possible way, he will not be entangled any more.
"I will always remember when I was locked in that dark room. It was you who pushed open the door and helped me up. This kind of virtue, I will never forget."
After saying goodbye to Qiu Yueming, he left Datong Mansion, and the carriage returned to the south.
When I went there, I was full of hope, but I never thought that when I came back, even the wife who was replaced stayed in Datong Mansion.
Zhou Deyun lost his soul along the way, full of sorrow and haggard face.
"Am I really that bad? Can't I change everything?" His eyes turned red as he ate at the dinner table.
"You're good looking, and it's not that you don't have enough food at home, why don't you go back and marry another wife." Wu Yuan raised her head from a pot of dried fish, "It's not fun to press your head if the cow doesn't eat grass, isn't it? "
"Anyway, you humans can have three wives and four concubines. If you're afraid that you won't be satisfied, marry a few more, and there will always be one you like." It was Hu Sanlang who said this. He had been in the Jiaofang for several years. Human beings are used to it.
"Whoever you marry again will not be a lady anymore. When the lady was by my side, I didn't feel anything. Now she says she doesn't want me anymore, I..." Zhou Deyun choked up and couldn't eat, "Why is she a woman? I'd rather stay in that bitter cold place alone than go home with me, I can't figure it out, I can't figure it out, woohoo."
"Just because you don't understand, Ding Yan doesn't want to be with you. You don't understand her at all, or you are not suitable for each other." Yuan Xianger sighed and patted his shoulder, "Forget it, Brother Zhou. Wu Yuan is right, twisted melons are not sweet. Go back and adjust and live your life well."
Zhou Deyun held the bowl and chopsticks, lowered his head, tears fell down, and looked very pitiful.
In order to cheer him up, the servants of the Zhou family served him more carefully along the way, and often hired singers and actresses during breaks to perform and play music to help entertain him. It's just that Zhou Deyun is different from the past, always lacking in interest and unhappy.
In a blink of an eye, I returned to the vicinity of Kyoto, and I was still staying at the inn where I lived last time.
Hu Sanlang went out to visit Hu Qing during his rest time, and ran back home, "It's strange, my sister never sleeps out, but the people in the classroom said she didn't come back for two days."
"Really?" Yuan Xiang'er also had a fresh memory of Ah Qing's piano skills, and missed this friend who had only been in touch with him for a short time, "I will accompany you to see it tomorrow."
At nightfall, the room was silent, Yuan Xianger was sleeping on the bed, and Nan He, who turned into his body and curled up in front of Yuan Xianger's bed, suddenly pricked up his ears.
"Ah Xiang, someone is here." He woke Yuan Xiang'er.
Yuan Xianger sat up, holding the talisman between her fingertips, holding her breath, staring at the closed door.
There were a few cryptic footsteps in the corridor outside the door, plus some slight metal bumps.
With a bang, the door was pushed open. A icy cold wind swept into the house with the smell of blood.
A man with pale skin and loose long hair appeared outside the door of the house. He was wearing a shabby cloak, with shackles on his hands and feet. The pipa bones were passed through by iron chains, but it was Du Shuo, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
Du Shuo, who suddenly came to visit in the middle of the night, lost his former indifference and calmness. His hair was messy, his body was covered in blood, his trembling pale arms held the doorframe tightly, he let go of the other hand, and a comatose nine-tailed fox rolled out of his arms.
"Aqing?"
"Sister Ah Qing!"
Hu Sanlang, who had just rushed over from the next door, was taken aback and rushed forward to help the unconscious Ah Qing up. He found that although she was injured, her breath was still stable, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please... help me once. Please hide her." Du Shuo stared at Yuan Xiang'er, his eyes were black and blue, bloodshot at the corners of his mouth, he stretched out his blood-stained fingers and took off the tattered robe on his body. Put it on Ah Qing's body, "Don't worry, with this robe, Bai Yupan won't be able to find her."
He took off his robe, revealing his upper body, only then did Yuan Xianger realize that half of his body was already stained red with blood, and what was even more shocking was that the iron chain that ran through his body was slowly groaning and entering from the wound. Going in and out, as if a master was tightening his strength from a distance and ordered him to return to himself immediately.
Du Shuo didn't care about it at all, he just stared at Yuan Xiang'er and said word by word, "Please... please... you, can you?"
"Yes, I will take good care of her. Don't worry." Yuan Xianger hurriedly replied, "But you..."
When Du Shuo heard this, he seemed to finally be relieved, "I'm fine."
The cold sweat on his forehead mixed with blood flowed down his cheeks, but there was no trace of pain on his face. He only took one last look at Ah Qing, who was unconscious in Saburo's arms in a robe, pinched a hand gesture, and the figure covered in blood disappeared outside the door.