Ren Luo looked confident, "With Senior Brother here, we will definitely be the first to discover the Demon King's Tomb."
Of course they would be the first to find out.
Qiao Xiyin thought.
The Demon King and the Demon King are buried in the Demon King's Tomb. Now they are standing in front of them, and they are afraid that they cannot find their tombs.
Alas, those people are really thoughtful.
He Yunchao suddenly said, "You guys sit down, I'm going to rest first."
Ren Luo answered quickly, "Then, I'll go upstairs too."
"You follow them," he cut off her hopes without hesitation, "I can't protect you."
The three of them really didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Although they were very happy to see Miss Ren deflated, they would not be able to get along with Miss Ren without their senior brother.
However, they could not stop He Yunchao from going upstairs.
Qiao Xiyin looked at He Yunchao curiously.
It seems that he has no intention of going back to rest, so why is he leaving the others to act alone
Then He Yunchao walked into the room, locked the door, opened the window and jumped out, his figure blending into the night.
Qiao Xiyin flapped her wings and kept up with him.
The further he walked, the more familiar the place he went to seemed to Qiao Xiyin.
This is her hometown, she knows it. However, she never left home at all during her childhood. She only knew where her hometown was and what it looked like, but she had no idea.
Therefore, she felt that this place looked familiar, which was really strange.
As we walked forward, there were faint flames, lighting up the road ahead.
Ahead is a temple.
It's said to be a temple, but it's not big in scale. It's about the same size as the family's ancestral hall. The architectural form is from Qiao Xiyin's childhood.
Family ancestral hall.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she took a step ahead of He Yun and landed on the plaque of the temple.
"Devil Temple".
He Yunchao strode in.
It is said to be the Temple of the Demon King, but there is no portrait of the Demon King in the temple. There is only a painting of a purple and gold phoenix enshrined at the end. Three incense sticks are burning slowly. An old man is kneeling in front of the painting, twisting sandalwood beads in his hands and chanting something. .
He Yunchao stopped.
The bird on the shoulder had already flown to nowhere.
The old man raised his eyes and stood up slowly.
铓鶵. It turns out that the phoenix has this name. Still a little hard to remember.
"I remember that this was not a temple," He Yunchao said with emotion in his cold eyes, "There is a huge family here, surnamed Qiao."
The old man turned around in surprise, "Someone actually remembers the Qiao family."
He Yunchao nodded.
"The Qiao family." The old man's cloudy eyes were filled with mist, "I am the Qiao family."
That was all so many years ago.
The story must have been told by his grandfather.
And those are all legends of the older generation. Even if they are told outside now, they are only regarded as strange stories about the deified devil king.
"Before the devil became a devil, he was a member of the Qiao family," he said, stroking the tail feathers on the painting, "She became a devil here."
"I know," He Yunchao said, "The devil burned down the Qiao family."
The old man nodded and shook his head, "My grandfather is a descendant of the Qiao family and a witness to that scene. He told me that the fire set by the devil killed everyone who had hurt her and destroyed their residence. , left here alone."
"This used to be the ancestral hall of the Qiao family. Going out the back door is the place where the Demon King grew up. The surviving descendants thanked the Demon King for not killing him, so they converted the ancestral hall into the Demon King Temple, and sent people there every year Come and guard. I’ve run out of gas and have nothing to do, so I’ll be with this Demon King’s Temple all day long.”
He took a few steps back and bowed to Quanbo on the painting, "The Demon King back then was just a sixteen-year-old girl. She must also be longing for someone to accompany her."
"Yes," He Yunchao stood beside him, staring at the bird that was about to fly, "I want to stay with her."
The little girl is so clingy, not only does she want to be accompanied, but she also wants to be pampered.
"Where is she living?" He Yunchao asked, "Can I go and have a look?"
What a strange young man, the old man thought. Seeing his extraordinary bearing, he was probably a monk looking for the Demon King's tomb. But would any monk know this place? This is not the way to the Demon King's Tomb.
"Of course," he didn't object and pointed the way for him, "just walk along that way until you get out of a door."
He Yun thanked him and walked in the direction he pointed.
The door that comes out is the back door of the ancestral hall.
The back door was even more desolate than the front door. It hadn't been cleaned in countless years, and was covered with moss and weeds. Only the gravel road out is clean and smooth.
He saw the small courtyard at a glance.
The courtyard is already very dilapidated.
The cracked stone walls are covered with ivy, and the leaves are turning yellow. This is not the season for falling leaves. Maybe it is too cold and even the ivy is not willing to grow.
The layout of the small courtyard is very simple, with only one wing for living, and a tree planted in the empty space in the middle.
He Yunchao remembered that when he first came here, the tree was just a small sapling. There were flowers planted next to the tree, and the clusters of flowers were more eye-catching than the tree. When no one is around, the flowers are left unattended and wither one after another, leaving only the trees growing towards the sky.
He stood in front of the wing.
The door was unlocked. With a slight push, the door opened with a "squeak".
This door is still ajar.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise and walked in.
The furnishings of the room are simple and do not look like a wealthy family at all. The Qiao family was once so glorious, but Qiao Xiyin's existence was indispensable, like a speck of dust among the pearls.
However, compared to the impression, there is an extra row of bookshelves here.
The bookshelf has long been filled, with almost everything from the Four Books and Five Classics to local chronicles and dialect books. But because it had not been touched, it was already gathering dust.
Not all of them were untouched.
He Yunchao's gaze slowly moved downwards and landed on the gap in the grid.
There were books here originally, but someone took one away, and the books on both sides fell to one side of the gap.
He suddenly realized something and stretched out his hand. The two bookshelves that were close together were pushed open, revealing the figure of the girl who was looking down at the book.
She didn't seem to have reacted yet, twisting a page of the book with her fingertips, and then someone grabbed her wrist and pressed her back against the bookshelf, passively accepting the sudden kiss.
The young man's knuckled hand pressed against the back of her head, and the book behind her fell to the ground with a clatter, raising a cloud of dust. She was captured easily, her wet lips and tongue were entangled, and every inch of her breath was robbed.
This kiss seemed to be extremely long, so long that Qiao Xiyin almost thought she was going to die. Only then did he let go of her lips, kissed her chin lovingly, and then kissed her eyes, not letting her open them.
Her tongue was numb, she weakly bent her knees and was held horizontally in his arms.
"My book." Qiao Xiyin hugged his neck, groaned, and struggled a few times, "It's all your fault that it's all messed up. I must be covered in gray now."
She still spoke a little vaguely, panting a little, and looked like she had been loved.
He Yunchao carried her out of the room, raising his eyebrows with a half-smile but not a smile, "Sister Xiao Qiao, I worked so hard to find you, but you only care about books."
Behind him, the fallen book flew up and returned to its proper place. Except for the dust falling on the ground, it was as if it had never happened.
"I didn't," Qiao Xiyin defended herself, "Where did you find me?"
On the contrary, I did a lot of other things like teasing birds and attracting peach blossoms.
"I've been looking for you," he lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, "for eight worlds."
Qiao Xiyin thought that he should have remembered everything.
He held her in his arms and walked in the courtyard, looked around, and said warmly, "This is your home, right?"
That was the courtyard where she once lived, he knew. He has been here.
At this time, the little girl suddenly stopped talking, just hugged him and buried her head on his chest.
"I didn't expect that they built an ancestral temple."
She didn't eradicate the Qiao family back then, and it was because of some mistake. Maybe she thought that she could find a destination when she returned here many years later.
He Yunchao sighed, "I said, my sister Xiao Qiao is always so kind."
Qiao Xiyin ""
Please stop praising her for her kindness. If this news gets out, everyone will laugh out loud. The devil is kind, and only he can say this.
She covered her face and muttered a few words, "I thought I would never come back."
She likes to be in the human world. She has been to the human world so many times, and she has been to Jiangnan every time, but she has never been here before.
If He Yunchao hadn't brought her here today, she wouldn't have known that descendants built a temple for her, and that someone would pass it on to future generations and stay with her all the time.
If she hadn't returned to this world, she wouldn't have known that someone would build a mausoleum for her. Not everyone would find her death a happy one.
"If you want to come back, you can live here in the future." He Yunchao said nonchalantly. If you are not used to it, just build another mansion.
Unexpectedly, the little girl in his arms looked at him with tears in his eyes, her eyes full of accusations, "I have already spent a bleak childhood here, and you actually want me to come back here, you straight man has cancer."
He Yunchao ""
This time, he was speechless.
He Yunchao held her in his arms and walked in through the back door again and passed through the ancestral hall.
The old man is still meditating with his eyes closed.
Qiao Xiyin saw the 铓铓 on the wall at a glance and sighed, "Hey, this 铓铓 is quite beautifully painted, but is it all plated with gold?"
"They are all real gold." The old man opened his eyes. "That was painted by my grandfather. When the Demon King was born, he saw Quanbo with his own eyes."
However, when he saw Qiao Xiyin, he was completely frozen. She was clearly a young girl, but he had awe and piety from the bottom of his heart.
"So that's it," Qiao Xiyin nodded thoughtfully, "Thank you."
"I'm here to take my Taoist companion home," He Yunchao said before leaving, "Thank you very much."
The author has something to say: The bastard bird is born in the south and flies to the north.
Facing south means going home.