Immo left.
Leaving the General's Mansion, he went back to the mountains overnight. The forest with the Shen family's other courtyard was the lonely mountain where Shen Qingxuan buried his bones.
Standing in the only small courtyard in the mountain, the surrounding scenery remains the same, all kinds of flowers and trees bear fruit, and ripe and unripe fruits hang all over the branches. When Shen Qingxuan was still living here, he liked to ask people to pick fruits from the trees to eat, but he would not eat those washed and arranged. In his words: the soul of the fruit has not gone far. From time to time, he held some freshly picked peaches and plums in his arms, and the juice from the gnaws flowed out, or his eyes blinked sourly.
Later, when Li Shan returned to Shen's house, he also liked to wander in the fruit forest during the harvest season. When he was tired from walking, he would let Xiaobao ride on his shoulders and send him to the tree to pick fruits. As soon as Xiaobao picked it, he picked a bunch, all of them were ripe and sweet. Shen Qingxuan carried him off the tree and sat on the floor. He ate those fruits without washing them. In the end, he seemed to be drunk, his face was red Yes, lying under the tree with her stomach in her hands, sound asleep.
Yi Mo couldn't remember exactly how many times he carried these two people who could fall asleep drunk from eating fruit to their room from under the tree.
Now the Shen mansion has been annihilated, and a fire many years ago turned it into ruins, and the pear, peach and fruit trees also disappeared without a trace in that fire. Now a house has been rebuilt on that piece of land, it is a family surnamed Fang, and it is also a merchant's house, but it is much inferior to the Shen family back then, the garden is more gaudy than the market. Yi Mo never visited again.
Only this mountain is still the same as it was a hundred years ago, with rocks and green trees, green and lush, and the hot spring on the top of the mountain is still smoky all year round. Even the small courtyard has not changed much, but I haven't been back for two years, the furniture in the courtyard has been rotted due to the wind and rain, and a wooden chair next to the rose in the courtyard has also rotted. The person who was sitting on the chair, smelling the roses and smiling, also slept in the soil for a hundred years and turned into dry bones.
Yi Mo felt unwell, as if something was pressing on his heart, it was so hard for him to breathe, he wanted to talk to others, but there were only birds and animals around, busy preparing food for the winter.
Yi Mo went to Shen Qingxuan's grave, and the bluestone tombstone turned white. After being washed by time, even such a stubborn stone has faded a layer of color. I don't know what else in this world can last forever. The loess on Shen Qingxuan's grave was still there, but there wasn't a single weed, and the surrounding area was also cleaned up, obviously someone often came to clean it up.
Yi Mo knew that people who came to this mountain would visit this tomb, wipe off the dust, pull out weeds, and on festivals and festivals, they would also come to this tomb to burn some paper and offer sacrifices. It was as if this little Shen Qingxuan had become the land master of Yongcheng.
Thinking about it carefully, it was actually quite normal. More than a hundred years ago, the news of his friendship with Shen Qingxuan was spread all over the city. The more closed the information, the more human beings thirst for information. Trivial matters can be passed on from one city to another by word of mouth. They are all unassuming temperaments, but this matter can't be suppressed to be spread out.
When Shen Qingxuan was alive, he despised so many people. If you call Mr. Shen face to face, you have to call Mr. Rabbit behind your back. Shen Qingxuan died, but these people turned to talk about his goodness, such as disaster relief, donating money to build bridges, repairing academies, etc., all the rumors were unanimously changed, only talking about his goodness and kindness, those things that broke the rules of human relations , never mention it again. Even when the government government compiled the county annals, it smeared this incident into a romantic story and a local legend.
In the final analysis, it is also the respect of death. Moreover, on the tombstone of Young Master Shen, there was a mention in the handwriting of that monster, claiming to be a survivor.
Who dares to regenerate the heart of slander? Think you've lived too long? !
Later, there was another big fire in Shen's house, which burned for a day and a night, but no corpse was found. The rumors in the market changed again, saying that this city of Yong was protected by a god, and that god was the one on the tombstone of Young Master Shen. the one.
Since then, Shen Qingxuan's grave has never been deserted again.
Yimo sat cross-legged in front of the tomb, rubbing the tombstone with his fingers, it was smooth and cold. After rubbing it for a while, I don't know why, but I feel a little stuffy.
Unexplainable suffocation. But there is no solution.
The only person in this world who is by his side, who is considerate and considerate, has already died. Even if he wanted to talk, there was no one to talk to, so he could only keep it in his heart. When he had nothing to do, he would say those things and those words to himself in his heart. Like a ruminant animal.
Yi Mo thought for a while, turned into a snake, and instead of lingering on the tombstone, he slammed headlong into the pile of loess. The loess on the grave slid down, and a crack suddenly appeared, and Yi Mo got in along the gap.
The tomb was dark, and you couldn't see your fingers. The smell of the soil was accompanied by the smell of decaying wood and the smell of bones. They mixed together and turned into a turbid smell, which was really unpleasant. Yi Mo seemed to be unaware of it, and continued to move forward. He didn't stop when he touched the wooden coffin, and bumped into it again. He knocked out a hole in the coffin. thick.
Yi Mo followed the hole and directly dived into the bottom of the coffin. Feeling touching the corpse, it turned into a human form and lay in the coffin.
As soon as I lay down, I felt that something was crushed, and I turned sideways quickly, as if I bumped into something again, what could I bump into? Besides Shen Qingxuan, who else would be in this coffin. Yi Mo felt a little annoyed when he was lying down again and again, and pushed those bones away from under his body with one hand, while shaking his fingertips, a ball of green light floated up, vaguely, floating on the ground. The upper part of the narrow space gradually becomes larger and brighter.
He saw the thing that pierced him just now, it was Shen Qingxuan's finger bones. Picking up the phalanx, Yi Mo murmured to himself: "It's not honest to look like this." He said this boldly, and he didn't feel that it was wrong for him to get into someone's coffin and occupy his territory Why not, very confident.
With the light above his head, Yi Mo lay on his side, rearranged the bones, and tore off the rotten rags. They were originally Shen Qingxuan's clothes when he was encoffined. The rotten pile seemed to be an eyesore, so he set a fire in the coffin, controlled it with demon power, and destroyed everything in the pickles. Fortunately, no fire was caused, otherwise the coffin would spontaneously ignite, and it should be recorded in the county records Go to the Gonzo.
After arranging all the bones, Yi Mo groped again and found the man's scalp, and put it on the skull together with the hair, but it was ugly to put it on, so he tucked the hair and scalp under the pillow.
After doing all this, there was nothing else to do, Yimo lay down again, lying on his side inside the man's coffin, closed his eyes facing the bone, rested his hand on the bone idly, and scratched slightly with his fingertips Incessantly, as if his arms were not dry bones, but a living person. When that person read the accounts in his arms, he hugged him with his eyes closed, and gently scratched his body with his fingers. Scratching would usually cause his arms to twist. A few times, I got rid of the mischievous fingertips and continued to read the accounts, read a few pages, and twisted a few times... Obviously they interfere with each other, but it seems that this is the way it should be, it is only right and proper, idle and peaceful.
Immo just fell asleep.
The bones in his arms were loose, and when he turned to his side after falling asleep, he was disturbed again, the ribs and arm bones ran together, the skull was also crooked, and slipped off the jade pillow. Yi Mo woke up, just in time to support her, and hugged her into her arms.
Also murmured in a low voice: "Shen Qingxuan." Look at you, you can't even sleep well.
After a moment of silence, he took out a brass-like gourd, opened the mouth of the gourd, and the bottom of the tomb immediately smelled fragrant. Yi Mo shook the gourd, looked at the skull of the man in his arms, smiled slightly, and began to talk about the gourd, the wine in the gourd.
This is actually the wine he snatched. There is no one else who can brew this "Hundred Day Drunk" except the Taoist priest who enlightened him back then. The wine brewed by Xianjia is naturally good wine. He went down the mountain to look for his reincarnation, but he couldn't find it, but he met this old fairy, who was going to unseal the wine with a red face. It is said that it has been brewed for 500 years. For the sake of an old friend, I would like to invite him to taste it. Mo followed.
This wine is called a hundred-day drunk, and the old man spent five hundred years brewing wine that can only make him drunk for a hundred days, and he is very proud of it. Yi Mo paused at this point, stroked the skull in his arms, and asked it: "Do you think he is stupid?" Then he answered by himself: "Very stupid."
Such a stupid fairy should be rare in the fairy world. Thinking about it, Yi Mo didn't care about the howling of the fairy, pulled the gourd on his waist, filled it up, and left. The Tuliu Immortal family jumped behind him, scolding you, big bug, for being so unkind, so unkind!
Yi Mo lowered his eyes to look at the bones in his arms, but the skull didn't respond. What's so beautiful about the white bones and black eye sockets? Yi Mo took a sip of the wine, but he seemed to hear the person in the curtain that was blown by the breeze in the night of drizzle that year, who seemed to be angry but not angry: You are a bad snake.
—You bad snake.
Yi Mo closed his eyes, drank a jug full of wine into the gourd mouth, and instantly became confused, as if a layer of white mist was enveloping him. Behind the white mist, there was vaguely that person, lying on his chest, facing him With a smile on his face.
Shen Qingxuan.
Yi Mo held the skull, put his lips on it, and kissed it gently, with great care and incomparable preciousness.
There you go. Yi Mo was thinking drunkenly, and hugged those corpses beside him sadly.
His lips rubbed against Bai Sensen's bones, and he couldn't help muttering to ask it, did I really bully you hard? You have to pay it back in this life, so be careful.
He was really drunk, he hugged Shen Qingxuan's corpse tightly, wishing to stay drunk forever.