Qi Yin didn't want to say more, and turned around to leave.
"Wait, Heizi!" Yun Zhi hurriedly stopped him, "Forget it, I don't want to do the thankless job of saving the common people. Who the fuck likes to do it. But..." Yun Zhi Gritting his back molars, he pulled Qi Lingshu up, and the two of them leaned against the big stone together, "Do your best, save our little uncle who has fallen into a demon and still has the world in his heart!"
Qi Yin stopped and turned around.
"What's up with him?"
"He ate a few monster moths and got poisoned." Yun Zhi took out a few small pills for clearing heat and detoxifying, and slapped it into Qi Lingshu's mouth, "The old monster used to refine it and transported it to Xianshi, and earn extra money for Feng. No matter what, let’s eat Ding Ding first.”
His hand clapped on Qi Lingshu's mouth, Qi Lingshu suddenly remembered that this fellow had just taken out his crotch and hadn't washed his hands, his face turned black, and he tilted his head and vomited all the pills.
"Eh? Why do you still vomit?" Yun Zhi asked.
Qi Yin looked at him silently for a while, and said, "Bitch, we have all changed, but you are still brazen."
This "dog thief" finally made Yun Zhizao feel the taste of the past, and he suddenly felt a little emotional. Good fortune makes people, life is bleak, and it is a fortune to survive. Yun Zhi smiled softly, "Miao Zan Miao Zan, your brother, I gave up the position of the head of Fenghuan Mountain for you, and was expelled from the teacher's door to become a poor barefoot Taoist priest. You If you owe me a meal, I will tell you, invite me to drink another day."
Qi Yin's face was expressionless, and there was no interface.
In the past, Qi Yin always teased him, and the two smiling people sat under the dripping eaves, drinking and bragging until late at night. Fu Lan didn't drink, just waited silently by the side, and sent them back to the house one by one who were very drunk. The three of them hooked their shoulders on their backs and walked on the slate road in Fenghuan with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The erratic shadow dragged the elder, and a bright moon hung above their heads. Now that the quiet big boy is dead, the lonely and stubborn Qi Yin who is like a weed has also gone, replaced by this icy young man with white hair and silver eyes, silent like a reef.
Yun Zhi smiled and looked at Qi Yin, "It's fine if you don't ask me, take me to see Lord Cat, Hei Zai."
They returned to Fenghuan Mountain. Along the way, the lush old trees hang from the branches, like the dense beards of the old people. The mountains, rocks and vegetation are very old, and the vast sun shines in the middle of the road, like a lazy old cow. The old house they had returned to was still shovelling in the mountain, and on the bamboo poles hung a few pieces of tattered clothes that had not been taken away in time, washed to faded red and quietly swaying in the wind. The few tile-roofed houses were gathered together, with blue-gray eaves and pitted stone pavements. Fu Lan used to wash clothes there every day, holding a big mahogany pot and sending the clothes back to the brothers and sisters' house one by one.
Qi Yin did not stop, and went directly to the Jingtian Barrier. With his current strength, opening the Jingtian Barrier is as easy as the palm of your hand. He moved Qi Lingshu in, and Yun Zhi followed with his sword. The wolf king was lying at the bottom of the cliff, lifting his eyelids, his huge golden pupils were like two big lanterns in the black pile of wild trees.
"Yunzhi little thief, you are back. When the Qing Dynasty took you out to sea, I said that you were born into the world, and you have to come back no matter how far you escape." The wolf king moved his stomach, revealing The cave at the back, "Come and have a look, this old cat is not very good."
The black cat was curled up in the haystack, with burns all over his body. The head and face were buried in the grass stalks and could not be seen clearly, but it was pitch black and thin. The muscles and bones of the back are ups and downs slightly, and the breathing sound is roaring, like an old old bellows being pulled one after another. Yun Zhi called it softly, but didn't respond. He was so badly injured that he was in a coma almost every day and rarely woke up. Yun Zhi helped it to apply herbs, and saw a small wooden figure tightly gripped in its claws, vaguely seeing the appearance of Fu Lan. It was engraved by Qi Yin, stay here to accompany it.
"My divine blood is not pure enough to heal its wounds." Qi Yin squatted beside the black cat, her silver-gray eyes drooping, "I dig the blood of my heart every day to prolong its life, Bai Lu said it might as well count. Now, give Cat Master a simple and save suffering."
"What did Master Cat say?" Yun Zhi asked.
Qi Yin was silent for a long time and said, "It said that I was too lonely alone, and it wanted to accompany me."
"We will find a way." Yun Zhi said.
Qi Yin nodded and walked out of the cave.
Qi Yin put a bowl of blood and fed it to Qi Lingshu to drink. Although his divine blood is not pure, it has a somewhat poisonous effect. Qi Lingshu rested in the cave, running spiritual power to detoxify. Qi Yin and Yun Zhi went to the Qing-style Maoliaozi to dig a few pots of wine together and returned to Siguo Cliff. The sign "There is a wolf king below, no respect is allowed here" fell to one side, covered with ashes. Yunzhi wiped off the ash and propped it up.
The two sat side by side for a while, Yunzhi turned his face, and inadvertently saw Qi Yin's hand covered with a thin layer of frost. Only then did Yun Zhi realize that Qi Yin always kept a distance from them and avoided touching them. Aware of Yun Zhi's gaze, Qi Yin tucked her hands and covered them with her sleeves, saying, "The backlash of Bai Lu's heart is no problem, it will be fine in a while."
"What's the matter?" Yun Zhi asked, "Don't you have his bloodline?"
"Bai Lu was born in the cold weather on the moon, and his heart has no temperature. I changed his heart, and it became no temperature. After all, the body of a mortal is not strong enough. will freeze me together."
In exchange for great power, it is not for nothing, and there is never a pie for nothing in the world. In order to obtain the spiritual power of the gods, Qi Yin must endure the cold backlash of Bai Lu's heart. It didn't matter, he thought silently, he had already endured the pain of dissecting his chest and the pain of burning his body, and this little backlash was nothing.
Yun Zhi touched him, cold to the bone, now Qi Yin looks like a breathing corpse.
"The stronger the released spiritual power, the more serious the backlash?"
Qi Yin nodded.
Yun Zhi grabbed his neck and sighed, "Then you have to be careful, don't really turn into an ice sculpture. Anyway, if there is such a time, I will stand you in my house, just to cool off in the summer. , can also ward off evil spirits.”
"Go away." Qi Yin tilted her head, avoiding his hand.
"What are you going to do now?" Yun Zhi asked him, "Going to find the old monster? The little uncle said he should be in Jiu Gai. The previous monster who pretended to be Yuan Ku was called Xinyuehu, and he was under Jiu Gai's command."
"I can't find him." Qi Yin shook his head, "He is immortal and can't be killed, so he has to find another way."
After another moment of silence, Qi Yin took out a wooden stubble and a carving knife from the Qiankun bag and carved it silently. Yun Zhi tilted his head to look at the wood carving, and the carving knife gradually took shape, revealing a handsome face. Black and big eyes, lowered eyebrows, quiet like a girl. It's Fulan.
He must have carved a lot of Fu Lan, and he already has a thin callus on his hand. Every stroke is skillful and comfortable, as if he can make a knife with his eyes closed. The face was carved out, Qi Yin blew off the sawdust and rubbed it in the palm of his hand. His silver-gray eyes gradually became saddened, difficult to resolve, and unforgettable. The temperature around him cooled down, and the red magnolia flowers on the branches fell with the wind.
Yun Zhi knew that Fu Lan's eyebrows had long been engraved in his heart and would never disappear.
A woman's sobbing came from above her head, and Yun Zhi was startled and looked up. Si Kuang sat on an old tree with a crooked neck on the edge of the cliff, a slender and bright banshee, with two straight and slender legs swaying back and forth, it was white and dazzling in the sky.
While crying, she said, "Brother, you men can't cry, I'm crying for you."
Qi Yin seemed to know who was coming, and he didn't react at all, and still lowered his head to carve a wooden figure.
The banshee grinned again at Yunzhi, "Little Langjun, the slave is called Nuluo. Recently, Nuxin lost her husband and is lonely. Would you like to take care of the slave's family? Or let the slave's family have a place to go."
She winked at him, her dark red eyes pointed upward, as if they had been outlined with a red pen, depicting boundless charm. Just as Yun Zhi was about to answer, he caught a glimpse of Qi Lingshu standing at the foot of the cliff. This fellow did not know when to clear the Fei Lian Gu poison, came out of the hole, and looked at him from a distance with a cold face. Then he smiled and said: "I have always been the most pity and cherish jade, but unfortunately I am running errands for the famous Ruoshui Sword Demon. He is strict with himself, and even more strict with me. If I insult the little lady, I am afraid that he will be swept out of the house and wandered. street."
Qi Lingshu flew up lightly on the sword, and looked at Qi Yin, who was looking down at the wood carving. Yun Zhi shook his head at him, he understood what Yun Zhi meant and stopped talking. Neither the world nor the southern border can tolerate Fu Lan, and the black cat is lingering. Qi Yin knows that it is Wu Yuli's poisonous plan to destroy Xianmen without a way.
He prefers to destroy the world than to save it.
Nuluo jumped down from the tree and said, "Brother, I know you don't want to care about sister-in-law. But you must take a look at what sister-in-law brought today." She took out a scroll from her sleeve and handed it to Qi hidden.
Qi Yin opened the scroll and saw a familiar painting. A man resembling Fulan stood on a cliff in Wufang, looking down at the Binghai Tianyuan. He was carrying a horizontal knife in a black sheath, and his ink-colored robes fluttered in the wind. Qi Yin's eyes froze for a while, and she stared at the black knife behind the man.
This is a chopping knife.
When he first saw this painting, he hadn't seen the Bone Chopping Knife, but now he could recognize it at a glance, it was indeed the Bone Chopping Knife.
"You must be very curious to know who this person who looks like a foolish little Langjun is, right?" Nuluo said, "You have seen this painting in Wufang Ziji Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, it comes from a A person called Murong Changshu. This is what my sister-in-law desperately snatched out when you were ruined, and was almost frozen into ice cubes by you like those unlucky bastards."
Yun Zhi leaned over his face and carefully examined the figure of the person in the painting.
Qi Yin looked at Nu Luo and said, "Continue talking."
"You're welcome." Nuluo curled her lips unhappily, and said, "To be honest, we don't know who this person is. Brother, tell me what you know first."
Qi Yin said in a deep voice: "Murong Changshu is an elder from the three generations of Wufang. This painting is at least two hundred years old. I have encountered the skeleton of this person who looks like my brother in the tomb of the gods. He entered Wufang a hundred years ago, and for some reason he dropped the bone cutting knife, left it in the Binghai Tianyuan, and finally died in the tomb of the gods. Bailu said that there are traces of Wuluo's secret method on his chest, and he should have been served by the gods of the temple. killed."
"Yes, but there are several key points that are wrong." Nu Luo said, "This painting was actually painted five hundred years ago, and the people on the painting are at least five hundred years ago. We don’t know who it is, but we have traces of who Murong Changshu is. According to the records in Wufang Qinghua Lu, this guy was a Taoist elder three generations ago, who paid attention to health preservation and liked to travel in the mountains and waters. He was highly respected and lived to the age of three hundred and seventy-five. But on his birthday, he told his disciples that he felt that his time was short, but there was a bitter knot in his heart, and he had to find an old friend from a hundred years ago. So he rode a crane. I went north and disappeared, never came back."
"An old friend from a hundred years ago..." Yun Zhi rubbed his chin in thought.
"Where has he been?" Qi Yin asked.
"Good question." Nuluo smiled, "Indeed, since it is a bitter knot that has been hidden in my heart for many years and can't be solved without finding someone, I must have done something before. Fortunately, this person likes to paint, and he must leave calligraphy wherever he goes. ." She took out many paintings from her sleeves and spread them out on the ground one by one. A few people looked at it carefully. There are five paintings in total, all of which depict the vast mountains with thick ink. The giant black shadow is like a dormant beast, and the woods are all over the mountains. The five paintings all look similar, nothing special, nothing more than some wild forests, valleys and valleys.
"The painting skills are good," Yun Zhi commented, "I just don't know where it is."
"It's Bashan." Qi Yin said, "Bashan from a different angle."
Among the few people here, only Qi Yin and Nuluo have been to Bashan. The ink is rich in color, the dense forests are gathered together, the leaves are stirred up, and there seems to be a long wind blowing. If you look closely, you can see that the trees above are all stump trees. The woods are all gray and white, but it is not the white water in the sky that is replaced by ordinary white space, but because the Bashan Chunmu Forest is shrouded in white mist, no one can enter.
"He's investigating Bashan, could it be that he's looking for my brother?" Qi Yin's heart was a mess, and some clues came to mind, "Wu Yuli is immortal, but he was not born like this. He once sent my brother to him. Go to a high place and say that my brother may wake up, or he may never wake up, my brother's life experience is the secret of his immortality!"
Wu Yuli can be resurrected from the dead, does that mean... Fu Lan can also? Qi Yin's tone was trembling, and there was hope in her heart, like a slight flame, illuminating Fang Cun's dark heart. He asked, "Where did Murong Changshu go in the end? Was the place where he disappeared the same high place Wu Yuli said?"
"Has he left anything about Taoism? Maybe there are some clues. Wufang's group likes to write about them the most. They can say anything trivial and big on a stack of paper. When I pile it up, it can reach my waist." Yun Zhi said.
Qi Lingshu couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Shut up."
The banshee on the top of the tree was silent, everyone noticed something was wrong, and all looked at her. Female Luo stood on the top of the tree, looking down at them. This coquettish female princess seems to be a little different, her shoulders are straight, and her face has become solemn and indifferent, like a temple with lowered eyebrows, looking down at the statues of all beings. Her plain white face seemed to have boundless compassion, and it seemed to be indifferent to the world.
"You are not female Luo, who are you?" Qi Yin asked.
"I am the Great God Bai Yu."
Behind Nu Luo, several pairs of eyes slowly opened, Yun Zhi and Qi Lingshu were surprised when they saw this scene for the first time. Qi Yin stood up and looked into the eyes of the gods from afar.
The ancient gods whispered in Nuluo's ear, and Nuluo repeated their words word for word.
"Come to me, Qi Yin. I am in the depths of Guze, in the rift of time. I will wait for you there and send you to the child who was abandoned by the gods." The gods reached out to him, "You It must be as soon as possible, the criminals are about to find my hiding place, and your time is running out."