The ice sculptures melted in the high temperature of the magma, and the originally condensed water became scalding hot, flowing over the ankles of Qi Yin and Fu Lan. There was wet and sticky mud under his feet, and he couldn't tell whether it was the rotting flesh and blood of those snake witches or the mud of rock and soil. The two of them were panting back to back, their hands and feet were limp, and they were already at the end of the fight. The divine flower completely dissipated, turning into a white ash, which precipitated with the rust-red poisonous mist. Di Yuanli finally quieted down, so quiet that it seemed that the air was about to sink, and the barren land became a Jedi.
Three feet away in front of him, the silt suddenly shook. Both Qi Yin and Fu Lan heard a heartbeat from weak to strong, coming up and getting closer. Qi Yin felt restless in her heart, is there any end to these snake witches? Walking over with the sword, the tip of the sword is lifted up, a movement ready to slash. As long as the snake witch breaks out of the ground, he will take his head.
The silt bubbled up, and a blood-stained woman got out of her body. Qi Yinfang was about to drop his sword, and Fu Lan grabbed his wrist.
"It's Master Yu." Fu Lan whispered.
Qi Yin was startled, and after a closer look, it really was her. This unfortunate woman was covered in blood and mud, unkempt, and more like a ghost than a ghost, no wonder he didn't recognize it. Looking at her appearance, she must have suffered a lot, Qi Yin sighed and reached out to her.
"Are you hurt where? Where's the idiot next to you?"
Yu Shishi bent down and took out a swaddle from his arms. It was a child with closed eyes, a face as white as fine porcelain, and long black eyelashes. Only a little old, no more than two years old. The bloody clothes were wrapped into swaddling clothes, tying him up. He lay there quietly, like a little cotton ball.
Where is this kid from
"You..." Qi Yin was speechless in shock.
Fu Lan was also stunned, tilted her head and looked at the child for a while, then squatted down and poked his cheek curiously.
"His name is Murong Changshu, Changbai's Chang, Lin Shu's. He's cute, right?" Yu Shishi asked gently.
Murong Changshu! Qi Yin's heart skipped a beat. It turned out that he was Murong Changshu, the child who was taken out of Fuxi Temple by Fu Lan. He held a small fist and breathed lightly. The surroundings were bloody and desolate, and only this newly born child was sleeping peacefully.
Master Yu said: "Junior Brother Qi, Young Master Fulan, you are all good people. I have always blamed you all the time. I feel that Young Master Fulan doesn't know how to lift things up, and you look weird, you really don't look like a serious person, that's why... I don't like it. you."
Qi Yin: "..."
"It's okay," Fu Lan said, "you're too noisy, and I don't like you either."
"..." Yu Shishi was choked by him for a while before he said, "It wasn't until Junior Brother Qi opened his heart to save us that I knew that you were just a knife-mouthed tofu heart, and I always blamed you all the time." Yu Shishi lowered his face and put Cold cheeks pressed against the child's forehead. She closed her eyes, tears dripping silently on her cheeks, "You two, I want to trouble you with one last thing. Please, help me take this child out. Send him to Fenghuan, Kunlun, Wufang, where are you? It's all good, just don't go to the bell and drum again."
"This child... what's going on?" Qi Yin asked with a frown.
"We have seen God." Yu Shishi smiled. Her pale smile was reflected by the golden red magma, almost transparent. This woman who used to be charming and indomitable, just separated for a few hours, but suddenly changed into a person. Becoming peaceful and quiet, as if a catastrophe had fallen from the sky, it could not take away her peaceful smile.
She said: "It was God Fuxi who saved us, the snake witch besieged us, and when we were dying, I begged the God for a chance to survive."
"Fuxi?" Qi Yin was taken aback.
Bai Lu suddenly opened his eyes in the sea of his heart.
"People who have died can no longer be rescued, and there is no way to change the fate of a dead end. Therefore, the great god Fuxi gave us this child. He sheds the blood of Murong Xue and me, and carries the blood of both of us. He will live instead of us." Yu Shishi lowered his eyelashes, his eyes lingering reluctantly on the child's peaceful sleeping face, "He is the continuation of my life and Murong Xue's life, and our last hope. He is our vitality. , as long as this child lives, we live."
"What are you talking about? You raise your own child yourself." Qi Yin sensed something was wrong, "Where is Fuxi, you let him come out to see us!"
"I can't go anymore, Junior Brother Qi." Master Yu shook his head, "Murong Xue would be scared if he was alone down there. You know, he is the most timid."
She put Murong Changshu into Fu Lan's arms, and Fu Lan awkwardly took the child. He was sleeping soundly in his arms. He was a small ball, weaker than a chicken, as if he would die if squeezed. Fu Lan stared blankly at the child, if Xiao Yin could also have a child, would he also be able to give birth to such a small snow mass, and let him carefully hold it in his palm.
Yu Shishi looked at Fu Lan's eyes staring at the child intently, put down his heart, smiled sweetly, and said, "Goodbye, two."
The golden-red firelight reflected on her fair face, and that smile was frozen into a magnificent silhouette. Yu Shishi plunged his head into the mud, and the dense black scales flashed in front of Qi Yin, and the flash of fire light jumping on it disappeared instantly. Yu Shishi disappeared without a trace, leaving only a small mud cave.
She never came out of the silt, it turned out that her lower body had become a snake's tail.
"Hey, what's going on! Fuxi, you let him come out to see us!" Qi Yin rushed up with a stride, leaned halfway into the hole and shouted, "Hey! Hey!"
How could this woman just throw the child to them? Qi Yin was so angry that his eyes darkened, he turned his head and said to Fu Lan, "Wait for me up there", then jumped into the hole and looked around. It was pitch black below, and the nose was full of the stench of soil and blood. There was no trace of Yu Shishi, and he listened intently, but could not hear the heartbeat of the living creature. There was dead silence everywhere, as if the snake witch, the mortal or the divine flower had all disappeared in an instant.
"Master Yu!" Qi Yin yelled, "Master Yu!"
What bullshit? It is said that children are the continuation of their parents and their hope. Parents are not around, the child grows up alone, where is his hope? He was beaten to death by the hooligans, and was pushed by his classmates in front of him to stumble and escape. Where can he find his hope! Qi Yin suddenly understood what Murong Changshu was looking for. He wasn't looking for miracles, he wasn't looking for Fu Lan, he was looking for his parents and his origin.
This is the knot of his life, living alone in Xianshan, with only the lonely back of a strange man left in his mind. Following this vague back, he persistently traversed thousands of mountains and rivers to find the source of his bloodline. Just like Qi Yin in the past, from Wutang to Fenghuan, and then from Fenghuan to Wufang, step by step, he followed his father's footsteps to the tomb of the gods. The feeling of being homeless, the pain of being alone, how could these idiots understand? No matter how far he goes, be it the end of the world or the corner of the sea, the bloodline will call him back and let him return to the grave of his parents.
Fu Lan waited obediently outside the cave with the child in her arms, like a daughter-in-law sitting under the eaves of her own house, waiting for her husband to come home. The child's body is soft and weightless when wrapped in his arms. Fu Lan was very nervous and struggled to keep her arms in a position that was neither loose nor tight. Before Qi Yin came back, Fu Lan was stunned, his gaze fell into the distance, and a Qiankun capsule was hidden behind the dark red mist, looming. Fu Lan was stunned, stood up, walked over, and picked up the Qiankun bag, which contained Qi Yin's hair.
Silence. As if everything was dead. Qi Yin found nothing, and finally gave up the pursuit, leaning against the wall of the cave and panting. The fingertips were cold and gradually turned pale, that was the ice flower sprouting, growing, and spreading at the tip of his finger, and his finger became almost transparent every inch. The backlash started again, Qi Yin stroked his chest, his heart stalled, and he contracted in waves. Wherever his fingers touched, there was ice.
It's okay, it's okay to endure it, it's okay to endure it. Holding his palms, he breathed, and tremblingly climbed out of the mud hole, only to find that Fu Lan was not on it, and the child was gone. The abyss was sparse and silent, the rounded outlines of the ice sculptures shone in the fire, the rust-red mist was deposited on the pale-red rocks, the lava flowed slowly, and the tide of the magma rose and fell inch by inch at an incomparably slow speed. Then the magnificent light and shadow also fell silently on Qi Yin's deep eyebrows, Qi Yin slowly exhaled, and the air mass of white flowers condensed in the air.
Time has been manipulated, and the time here has been slowed down countless times. The entire Fuxi Temple fell into the silence of time, the monster was still in the crevices of the rock, the flowers and trees with red shrimp were silent, Qi Lingshu, Yunzhi and the black cat were frozen in the underground forest, maintaining a running posture.
Who in the world has such power to control time. With the answer in his heart, Qi Yin slowly turned his head. In front of him, on the bank of the magma river, stood a figure. As described in all myths, it has a human head and a snake body, ancient and solemn. He has a dark golden snake tail, a slender and slender body, and an inexhaustible flame envelopes his whole body, illuminating Yidiyuan. His majestic aura made people palpitate, like a lofty mountain pressing on Qi Yin's shoulders, forcing people to hold their breath.
The god turned his face, against the splendid light of the flames and magma, the golden eyes shone like the sun, and no one could look directly at those brilliant eyes.
"Long time no see, Jiang Yang," he said.
A cloud of white mist drifted out from Qi Yin's body, condensing into the shadow of a white deer. This guy is usually reluctant to appear in front of people, only now did Qi Yin realize that his soul is much more real and not so transparent. The young man held his arms, and the white sleeves were windless and automatic, prickling like the wings of a white moth. His expression did not show the joy of reuniting the old man, nor the hatred of the old enemy, but the calm and peaceful.
He snorted and said, "You're not dead yet. After so many years, seeing your ugly old face again makes the young master as disgusting as ever."
Fuxi was not angry because of Bai Lu's rude words and actions, there was no anger, no violence, or even emotion on his face. It is difficult for Qi Yin to describe this ancient deity in words. He reminds Qi Yin of sculptures, the sea, the starry sky, and all inanimate things. In him, Qi Yin saw both the divine and the death.
"No, Jiang Yang," Fuxi said, "I'm already dead, just like you, my body is broken, but my spirit is still alive. My time is running out, I will soon dissipate into the mortal world and return to the mountains and rivers. The sea, like when we were never born. The only reason I am here is to wait to meet this child."
Fuxi's eyes turned to Qi Yin, Qi Yin's backlash was very strong, and it didn't subside for a long time. He held the ice sculpture in his hand and stiffened his back, unwilling to fall down in front of this indifferent god. Fuxi raised his hand, and a little golden halo condensed from his fingertips, which fell into Qi Yin's heart. Miraculously, the ice flower melted from Qi Yin's body, and the backlash subsided like a tide.
"Thank you." Qi Yin bowed his hands and said, "Master Fuxi, please help me to the end, help me save a brother. He is about to die, and I don't think he has left the temple. Please raise your hand and withdraw your snake curse. ."
"I never change Mortal's fate easily," Fuxi said. "If he is destined to die here, then I can give him a chance..."
A flame ignited in Qi Yin's heart, what kind of bullshit is there a chance of life, does he think he is sending a son to Guanyin? Qi Yin pressed the fire hard and said, "I didn't open An Le Tang, I don't want to raise his child, I just want to see him alive and kicking as before. God Fuxi, you've worked so hard to preserve a ray of soul, presumably it's not for the snakes here. Wu Niannian is reluctant to give up. You are waiting for me, right? Wu Yuli violated the destiny and tampered with the destiny. You want me to take his dog's life, right? Okay, I will go and get it for you. His life, for my brother's life, for me and my friends to heal from the snake curse, is that enough?"
"It's hard to change the fate, child. The fates of mortal beings are like cobwebs, and if they are pulled, they will move the whole body. If you change the fate of one person, thousands of people will be born and die. Sometimes, even if I forcibly reverse his temporary survival, he will die due to other accidents. This is fate, child." Fuxi said slowly, "Fate is a long river, no matter how many rivers you change, it will end. Will gallop into the sea."
Lie, Qi Yin can't believe it, he is the oldest god, he can even control time, how can the life and death of a little mortal not be affected? Qi Yin gritted his teeth and said, "No, God Fuxi, isn't my brother's fate changed? My brother didn't know who Qi Yin was at first, but in the original time, he followed Yu Linxian and the others. Here, Yu Linxian and others are dead, only my brother took Murong Changshu out. But now it is different, the goddess Baiyu sent me here, and my brother and I came here together. Isn't this a change? Is it?"
Fuxi and Bailu looked at him together, time was silent in the abyss, Qi Yin suddenly found common ground in these two gods who were completely different in appearance and temperament. It was a sad calm, like a cloud of smoke that enveloped them all.
"Stinky boy, do you still remember the white bone in the tomb of the gods?" Bai Lu said quietly, "Your brother survived from the Fuxi Temple and sent Murong Changshu to Wufang. Then he jumped down from the Binghai Tianyuan to reach the young master's The tomb. He entered my temple and visited my idol. My servant killed him, the bone-cutting knife fell from the bronze pillar, and drifted back to the ice sea and the sky with the abyss. Do you remember, I told you once, He cast a spell before he died. Have you ever wondered why he visited my idol and what spell he cast?"
An ominous feeling enveloped Qi Yin's heart, he seemed to think of something, and his heart sank heavily.
"Silly boy, in your so-called original time, you were the ones who entered the Fuxi Temple, and you were the ones who arrived at Youli Diyuan. The Fulan who took care of you in Wujiang, in his long past, originally had Qi Yin. people."
"I can open the eyes of inspiration for you," Fuxi said warmly, "Open your eyes, child."
The big golden eye opened behind him. It was the eye of the gods. It could see the past and the future. The cause and effect of all things were revealed in its eyes, and there was nothing to hide. Qi Yin was stunned for a moment, turned his head, everything around him twisted at the same time, the magma flowed backwards, the riverbed rose, the ice sculptures shattered, bronze pillars rose from the ground, the sky above the dome was flowing like a river, and the endless darkness stretched in the distance. The quiet and majestic white deer statue stands in the distance, overlooking the abyss of thousands of miles.
In the white fog, a blood-soaked man trudged in. With every step he took, a bloody footprint was left under his feet. His steps have staggered, and he almost fell. The masked goddess quietly appeared behind him. Countless wind-shaped sharp blades cut into his back, and the blood was like a spring. He finally knelt down at the moment when he approached the god statue.
But he was still crawling forward, long bloodstains from his knees. Blood stained his fair forehead, like a plum blossom quietly blooming. He leaned under the statue and listened quietly, even though his body was covered in bruises, his peaceful face still did not have too many expressions, as if all pain was as light as dust to him.
Qi Yin's heart seemed to be twisted by someone, dripping with blood. He said hoarsely, "Is my brother listening to Bailu's heartbeat?"
"Yes," Fuxi said, "in the world at that time, the white deer heart was the only thing connected with you, even if you would not take it away for hundreds of years. The tomb of the gods, so that I can meet you earlier. Unfortunately, he does not know that even if the god of Bashan treats him friendly, the gods of the tomb of the gods will still kill him."
Fu Lan coughed out a mouthful of blood, stood up with difficulty, and leaned against the pedestal of the statue. He was dying, and he was so wounded that his ability to heal himself was useless. The god servant wind blade penetrated his lungs, blood was filling his lungs, and soon he would die of suffocation due to his own blood. He hissed, his broken lung like an old bellows. With shaking hands, he took out a Qiankun bag from his arms, and took out a bundle of hair tied with red silk.
"Xiao Yin..."
Some people say that time is a circle that goes around in circles. When a person is about to die, the most cherished years in memory will be like driftwood at sea, drifting back and forth. He closed his eyes and let the distant voice return to his ears. The rustling snow fell all over the shoulders of the black-eyed boy, and the sound of snow falling was like a feather scratching his ears lightly. The underground was dark and silent, and the boy kissed his lips, and he heard his breathing sound like a small beast. In the sea of poisonous mist and flowers, the world seemed to be splashed with blood, red as rust, and the light of magma settled on the boy's face. He shouted at him vigorously: "We are all monsters, and monsters must be with monsters!"
together. Fu Lan muttered this sentence silently. together.
He knew that every time he died, he would forget all the past in this life. If he and Qi Yin meet again, they will be strangers who know nothing about each other. But that memory is his most precious treasure. He didn't want to forget his brother, he wanted to remember everything about his brother, his face, his voice, his focused eyes when he stared at him, his slightly trembling lips when he kissed him, his cool fingertips, and the boy's silver-gray eyes full of frost flowers … of all things, he didn't want to forget.
At least, let him remember his breath.
Fu Lan opened her eyes, twisted out Qi Yin's hair, and put it into her palm. The flames in the palm of the hand burned the silver-white hair, and the thin smoke rose in twists and turns. Fu Lan used up the last of his body's spiritual power, drew a spell, sealed the smoke into the rune, and then turned his fingertips, the rune pierced through his forehead and went straight to the Brain Spirit Palace.
Like a sword piercing the head, like Lei Ji, the fiery pain spread all over the body, and Fu Lan trembled for a moment. After that, his hand fell to the side, his quiet eyes became dull, and the long dark night penetrated into his eyes. The inch of the red wound in the heart of the forehead shed blood, bright red and dazzling.
Qi Yin squatted beside him in a daze, tears dripped down her cheeks, her heart seemed to have been torn open by someone, and it hurt bloody. This is clearly the Qiankun bag he gave to Qi Lingshu, how could it be in Fu Lan's hands? However, everything was connected, and he remembered that when he first saw this skeleton that was forgotten in the corner of the world, there was a silver-white broken hair lying in its universe bag.
Bai Lu was right, all this had already happened, but he didn't know it.
Demons distinguish people by their breath, a person's appearance can be changed, and a person's voice will grow older and mellow, only breath, which originates from blood, grows from flesh and blood, and is difficult to change. Even if Qi Yin changed his heart and turned into a non-human, non-demon and non-demon monster, as long as he kept this fleshly body, his breath would still retain the traces of the past. It turned out that the nicks on Fulan's Brain Spirit Palace were not tormenting him, but that he carved Qi Yin's breath into his soul.
Therefore, Fu Lan is withdrawn and slow, but has a natural affinity with him. Therefore, Fu Lan did not drink or eat, but only loved the smell of his blood. So in Bashan Yuejing, the abandoned cabin, Fu Lan said to him, "It seems like a long, long time ago, I was my elder brother, and you were my younger brother."
Fu Lan loves him not because of the whispers of the gods "protecting Qi Yin", but because of the spell engraved in the soul, the incomprehensible and irreversible spell that he cast on himself.
Wutang drizzle, lonely long alley.
They did not meet for the first time, but reunited after a long absence.