The noise came from the door of the temple. As soon as the two approached, they saw that the torches outside the door were bright, and the voices were loud. After listening carefully, it seemed that they were all scolding.
Rong Yu walked over, saluted a monk who knew the guest, and asked politely, "Little Master, what's the matter?" She has played a male pilgrim who is proficient in Zen these days. gas. Liu Weiyang had observed her for a while, and she was like a different person in front of her. She couldn't tell whether she was too good at it or if she regarded it as a kind of fun.
The monks who knew the guests recognized them and knew that they were distinguished guests in the temple, so they bowed back and said, "The two benefactors, please stay, for fear that people outside may accidentally hurt you."
Rong Yu stopped as he said, and saw that the confrontation outside the temple was divided into two groups, one group with a large number of people was probably the residents at the foot of the mountain, and the other group was much smaller. Those people seemed to have traveled a long way and seemed tired, but surrounded by many residents, they straightened their spines and looked arrogant.
Liu Weiyang took a closer look at some of the surrounded people, and was surprised: those people, the leading ones were all handsome, with a three-point arrogance in their posture, and their appearance alone was very different from that of ordinary mortals. The younger the clansmen behind them, the more ugly and weird they became. By the time those seven or eight-year-old children were already stooped, they were neither human nor ghosts.
It's no wonder that the residents have such a big reaction, fearing that they are regarded as monsters.
Rong Yu said in a voice so light that only the two of them could hear: "That's the Luoyue clan. According to legend, the god Nuwa made seven-colored stones to fill the sky, and then squeezed out mortals with mud and water, and the evil gods of the West imitated the gods. In this way, the Luoyue people are transformed from flesh and blood. There has been a constant war between the Western Evil God and the Nine Heavens. In the end, the Evil God failed, and the Luoyue people would have no place to live." She took a few steps back and motioned for Liu Weiyang to join him: " Because of the loss of the shadow of the evil god, the originally beautiful Luoyue people gradually became strange, which is what you see now."
Liu Weiyang frowned slightly: "Legend?"
Rong Yu chuckled: "Yes, legend. Everything at that time will no longer have the truth."
He keenly caught a ray of light: "Have you experienced it?"
"NO, I have not."
Liu Weiyang thought for a while, then nodded: "I understand." Since she mentioned this "legend" in particular, and it had nothing to do with her, then it must have something to do with him. Now that he has figured out the rules, it is not difficult to find out about himself from the side.
After returning to the meditation room, it was already dark and the noise outside gradually subsided, but neither of them felt sleepy.
Liu Weiyang took care of his own packing. He guessed that after the night, they should also go down the mountain. Rong Yu was originally looking at the Changming Lantern, but after a while, he saw the silhouette of him lowering his head and sorting out the package. Suddenly, he moved all the books on the low table to the ground, spread out the rice paper, and began to grind and paint.
She paints meticulously, each stroke is meticulous and slow. Liu Weiyang noticed her actions, and remained silent, opened the packaged package again, and continued to organize it for the second time. His movements are meticulous, the same process every time, and he seems to be repeating it consciously.
If someone saw their actions outside the house, they would definitely feel that the two were being overwhelmed by something evil.
It wasn't until the sky became brighter that Rong Yu slowly put down the pen, and Liu Weiyang just finished typing the package. He repeated the action of sorting the package 30 times that night.
She rolled up the rice paper and held it in her hand: "Let's go."
Liu Weiyang glanced at the painting before, and it seemed to draw a profile of a man packing his luggage. He didn't understand why she painted this painting, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with what he wanted to know, so he didn't ask.
The two went down the mountain and found an inn to replace the previous disguise. Rong Yu changed into a woman's dress again, with a beautiful face and delicate clothes, while Liu Weiyang still wore a human skin mask, with a straight posture and a stiff face, so the two sat and drank tea, attracting passers-by to turn around and stop.
Rong Yu slowly rolled out the picture scroll and showed him the picture she drew last night. On the white rice paper, there is a silhouette of him sorting out his luggage. His strokes are lifelike, as if a real person will walk out of the paper.
Liu Weiyang noticed that what she painted was his real face, and couldn't help but glance at her.
Rong Yu had already rolled up the painting and said, "Let's continue on our way."
Liu Weiyang only took two steps when he realized that the people behind him were following them secretly. When he walked around a corner, he glanced back sideways, it seemed that it was the Luo Yueren he had seen last night. He clenched his fingers slowly.
When they left the city, the group of Luo Yue no longer followed secretly, but got closer and closer. Liu Weiyang came back to his senses and looked over with a flat face: "A few of you have been with us for a long time, can you tell us what you are coming from?"
I saw the group of Luoyue people walk out alone, like a patriarch-like figure, he took a few steps forward alone, and stared at the picture scroll in Rong Yu's hand without blinking: "My people and I have no malicious intentions, just want to Take a look at the painting on the girl's hand." Although he was requesting, his tone of voice was a bit high-spirited.
Liu Weiyang frowned slightly, only to feel that this person's appearance is not disgusting, but very familiar.
Rong Yu calmly unfolded the painting to show them.
The man's expression changed, as if he was about to mourn and cry, and he reached out to touch the painting with a trembling, but stopped halfway: "How do you...how do you have this portrait?"
"Come from elsewhere."
Liu Weiyang glanced at her, then looked at the painting, but remained silent.
The man touched his neck, took off a piece of jade, and carefully took out all the valuables from the whole body, holding it in both hands: "Girl, can you give us this painting?"
Rong Yu looked at him: "Is the person in this painting related to you?"
The man nodded: "We are the Luoyue clan, and the person in this painting is our Lord Xuanxiang."
Rong Yu rolled up the painting again and handed it over: "In this case, I will give the painting to you."
Liu Weiyang stood quietly in the same place, and all kinds of thoughts came to him: Rong Yu painted this painting on him, but Luo Yueren said that it was their king. Their Lord... Evil God... Xuan Xiang... Then, who is he? Who is he? What to do next
It's just that it's all incomprehensible.
He calmed himself down slowly, he needed room to think, all of this came too fast, and he didn't have time to react. He closed his eyes and slowly recalled the painting, the way she painted it, the way she looked at him, sometimes she was very focused, and sometimes it seemed to pass over his body and look at the nothingness behind him.
After a long time, he opened his eyes, those Luoyue people had already left, Rong Yu was still standing with him under the poisonous sun, the road was dry, and the thin loess slowly flew in the almost transparent sunlight.
"Who is the person in this painting?"
Rong Yu smiled and just shook his head.
Yes, there are also set rules between them. He thought about it and asked, "The person in the painting is not me."
"Yes, the person in the picture is not you."
Liu Weiyang took a deep breath: "He looks a lot like me?"
Rong Yu looked directly into his eyes, his pupils were very black, like a black swamp, which could destroy uninvited guests who suddenly broke in. This question seemed a bit difficult for her. She said some words and said slowly: "It looks similar, but the look is different. I can't fully draw that look."
"I... killed him?" He remembered that in the painting, there was a deep mark on the man's wrist, like a scar.
Rong Yu couldn't help but laugh, with a beautiful smile: "You think too much, if something like that happened, you wouldn't be able to stand in front of me." Her smile suddenly disappeared and replaced with a serious expression: " Why do you think so?"
Liu Weiyang thought for a moment: "I can't tell, it's just a feeling. It feels... Only one of us can survive... "
For the next few months, they have been traveling between mountains and rivers. Rong Yu knows a lot, and she can easily tell the local customs and all kinds of legends and allusions.
Liu Weiyang's desire to find the past is no longer as urgent as it was at the beginning. He knows that he is not in a hurry, but just suppresses it.
Perhaps the years after him will continue to search for his past until he dies.
When the idea came up, he accepted it calmly, thinking it wasn't too bad.
Gradually, he became able to face his own face instead of looking at a stranger.
At this moment, Rong Yu was reclining on the banyan tree with tangled branches. The branch was not very thick, but she was very relaxed, as if she was not afraid of falling. She squinted her eyes and raised her face to face the sunlight penetrating through the leaves. She still couldn't help covering her eyes with her hands, and it was suddenly cool.
Suddenly she heard a noise under the tree, and looked down, only to see Liu Weiyang standing under the tree, staring at her face with sharp eyes: "You are not getting old."
"This year has passed, and I haven't seen you grow old."
He finally found out.
Rong Yu nodded and answered briefly, "You haven't gotten old either."
Liu Weiyang raised his hand, the sun was bathing, his fingers were white and soft, a little longer than ordinary people's fingers: "I have been practicing, but my hands are still the same."
No calluses and no scars left, which is totally abnormal.
Rong Yuzhi stood up: "I just said that not long after I saw you, some things, you will find out after a while."
"Why... not getting old?"
"This is the consequence of leaving the Six Realms. But I'm not exactly like you, and my lifespan is far shorter than yours." Rong Yu recalled, "I was the chosen guardian of the underworld, but I didn't want to do this. . I used some methods to get out of the underworld. I just wanted to spend the rest of my life as a mortal. In fact, I got what I wanted, but there were some flaws in the middle, and I found that I would not grow old. "
"The Nether Palace?" Liu Weiyang asked, "Have you seen the mystery of the ancient prehistoric?"
"I have seen."
"What is it?"
Rong Yu covered her forehead: "I'm not interested in these."
She is very interested in everything, calligraphy and painting, rubbings, musical instruments, all kinds of customs, legends and allusions, folk novels, and even spends most of the day watching how the dew drops on the leaves of the banyan tree, but she is not Only the mysteries of heaven and earth have no interest. For the first time, Liu Weiyang felt a sense of powerlessness, hating that iron is not steel.
Rong Yu was lying on the branch looking down at him, and suddenly smiled slyly: "Your expression just now was a little bit more human."
Liu Weiyang looked up at her.
"From the first time we met, your eyes were empty. Although they were a little anxious, they were empty except for anxiety. After that, there was nothing."
Liu Weiyang stretched out his hand to her, Rong Yu looked at it, then raised his hand to hold it, and fell from the tree with force.
He actually didn't know what kind of person he used to be, but now he just lost his memory, but his nature wouldn't change much. He vaguely felt that he was a person with almost no emotions.
Rong Yu passed him by: "don't worry too much, my time is running out."
On the fourth day of the seventh lunar month, it is advisable to go to a funeral and to be happy, but not to get married.
Rong Yu fasted and took a bath, and combed her blue silk finely, but she did not tie it into a bun, but just casually dangled behind her back. After she did this, she estimated the time and called Liu Weiyang: "I have no time, you can give me a ride."
Liu Weiyang put on his robe without saying a word and followed her into the mountain.
They are all very people, and they are wearing thin clothes in the vast snow-capped mountains, but they are as relaxed as walking in the spring water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Rong Yu talked to him softly. This was probably the day she had said the most: "Liu Gongzi, my life is over. Although my appearance is not old, I will die soon."
Liu Weiyang looked at her in surprise.
"I originally had to endure the pain of reincarnation in the mortal world before I could truly become a complete person. But I was afraid that something would change. I spent a lot of time preparing, and I didn't even drink Meng Po soup, so I kept my previous life. My memory is still flawed. As you can see, I will not grow old.
"I have to change the trajectory of the original reincarnation, my appearance, if I don't get old in five or six years, I can put it off, but what about ten or twenty years? I will be regarded as a monster, and I have no choice but to go everywhere. Just keep your name incognito. I will do the calculations, I can calculate your boundaries in Weiyang, Liuzhou, and when my Yangshou will end.”
Rong Yu sighed softly: "Okay, just send it to me."
In front of them was a large deep blue lake with ice layers floating on the surface of the lake. This lake is like a sapphire embedded in the snow-capped mountains.
"In the next life, where will you be?"
Rong Yu shook his head: "I don't know. At the end of this life, I am a real mortal. I will not remember the previous memories."
"You said that you did all this for here." Liu Weiyang pressed the position of his heart, "Did you get it?"
Rong Yu put his hand on the mouth of his heart, where it beat slightly, but it was very empty: "I just want a heart, and I will get it soon."
"What's good about having a heart." Liu Weiyang's expression was calm. It seemed that they were no longer by the lake in the depths of Daxue Mountain, but to a beautiful and familiar place. He stood quietly in front of her and asked her, "With a heart, you become hesitant, cowardly, timid, emotional, and irrational."
Rong Yu smiled: "Even if I become hesitant, cowardly, timid, emotional, and unable to be rational, I want a heart."
She turned around and walked slowly, slowly towards the lake, where the cold, sapphire water gradually dipped her ankles, her knees, and her neck, slowly engulfing her.
She thought quietly, maybe they both like to pursue what they don't have. Heart is superfluous to Liu Weiyang, it will control his emotions and make him unable to keep rational all the time, but it is the most precious thing to her. Without a heart, she could not feel the tenderness of the world; without a heart, even if she watched the first dew drop by the tree, she could not hear the sound of the grass; without a heart, all innate emotions , she was never a stranger.
She is like the walking dead.
I can speak, but I don't know what my heart wants to say most; I can see, but I don't know the difference between the most beautiful scenery in the world; I can hear, but I don't know what these sounds represent.
But okay.
These are finally coming to an end.
In such a long life, all the responsibilities she shouldered will come to an end.