Qi Yin carried Fu Lan back to the house, Master Cat didn't know where to stroll, and the house was empty. Qi Yin helped him take off his jacket and wrapped him in a quilt. Weary, Fu Lan leaned on the pillow and closed her eyes. Qi Yin knew that he was extremely tired, so he turned around and put down the silk gauze curtain. Qi Yin whispered: "Brother, you rest first, I'll go see the little uncle."
Fu Lan lay on his side and looked at him, frowning and asked, "Xiao Yin, are you still my bride?"
Why does his brother still remember this? Qi Yin felt a headache. Fu Lan is sincere, and he believes whatever he says. Looking at his focused big black pupils, Qi Yin felt guilt in her heart. Sitting on the edge of the bed and deliberating for a while, Qi Yin said, "We can't get married, brother, we are both men, and men and men can't be together."
Fu Lan thought for a while, then lowered his head and took out a dagger from the Qiankun Sac, and handed it to Qi Yin.
Qi Yin took the dagger and asked suspiciously, "Why?"
"castrate." Fu Lan said, "you can get married."
"..." Qi Yin asked incredulously, "Brother, are you serious?"
Fu Lan stared at him blankly.
"Why don't you castrate yourself?"
Fu Lan was silent.
Oh, and he will grow again. Qi Yin was at a loss for words. If he wanted to get married, he really had to castrate himself. No, what happened to his brother? This person looked dumbfounded, and sometimes he was quite clever, but this cleverness was not used in the right place. Qi Yin laughed angrily and said, "Brother, you can't do this!"
Fu Lan lowered her eyes with a frustrated look on her face, and fell into the bed and did not speak. The heavy quilt hugged his pale cheeks like an angry little daughter-in-law. "It's not right to lie," he said sullenly.
Qi Yin was helpless and said: "Brother, let me tell you this, it's not impossible to cut off your sleeves, but the key is to like each other in order to get married. I told you last time that what you like about me is what your brother likes. "You can't be husband and wife like this."
The person in front of him frowned ignorantly, probably thinking about his words. Qi Yin waited patiently for him, and after a while, he stood up and the quilt slipped off his shoulders. In the dim skylight of a room, under the low curtain, Fu Lan leaned over, pressed the back of Qi Yin's head with one hand, and kissed Qi Yin's lips.
The rustling wind outside the window stopped, and the rustling leaves stopped. All the sounds were extinguished, and the mottled tree shadows reflected on the window lattice and shone on the two people, casting a bright and dark scene.
Bi Bi's heart was beating fast, blood rushed to his face, his face was hot like a soldering iron, and he could fry an egg on it. Qi Yin subconsciously wanted to step back, but Fu Lan wouldn't let him move. This guy's hands were so strong that he couldn't move an inch even if he pressed his head. Lip to lip, hot as if to burn. Qi Yin felt Fulan's breath, Fulan's smell, everything about Fulan.
After a long while, this fellow finally released Qi Yin. Qi Yin gasped for breath, covered her mouth and said, "Brother, what are you doing!"
Fu Lan lowered her head to caress her heart, and said doubtfully, "It's still not thumping."
"I just said it, you don't like me!" Qi Yin shouted. Feeling lost for no reason, Qi Yin was so anxious and angry that she almost wanted to leave.
"But..." Fu Lan stretched out her hand and put it on Qi Yin's chest, the heart in the cavity was thumping, as if he was holding it in his palm, "You dance so fast. Do you like me? Xiao Yin ."
Qi Yin was stunned, like a child who was discovered by an adult to hide the candy, the secret curtain was lifted, and the whole thing was all at once. It was as if a fire had burned in his mind, and it was completely blank. He couldn't understand what he said, and his tongue was knotted, "I-I-I-I-"
"Xiao Yin likes me, why don't you marry me?" Fu Lan asked reluctantly.
Marry a fart! Qi Yin wanted to cry but had no tears, so he scratched his hair, trying to calm down and think. Fu Lan, a fool, doesn't understand what marriage means at all. He thought he was bringing a baby and raising a younger brother, but this is not the same at all! Qi Yin took a deep breath and said after deliberation: "Brother, you don't understand! Getting married means that from now on, we will lie in a bed alive, and sleep in a coffin when we die. Getting married means that you will love me, love me, and protect me all your life. I."
Fu Lan opened her eyes wide and said, "I know."
"You don't know!" Qi Yin continued, "Getting married means that one day you will fall in love with someone else, and we will no longer be husband and wife, no longer brothers, we will become enemies. From that day until I die. , we are all enemies." Qi Yin looked at him fixedly, "I know that some people can be calm after leaving, one is different from the other, and they are happy or something. When they meet, they can pretend to say hello and chat. But I'm different, brother, I have a very small heart, and I will hate you. If we are separated, we will be enemies for life, do you understand? Brother."
Fu Lan was stunned and asked, "Are we going to fight?"
"Maybe," Qi Yin looked down at his fingers, "but if you are my brother and you have a wife in the future, you and sister-in-law will both be my relatives, and the children you have will be my relatives. I will bless you both. , take care of you, give you wine and meat during the festivals, and buy sugar cakes and cakes for my little nephew."
"But I won't..."
"Don't say no," Qi Yin interrupted him and said in a low voice, "Brother, you don't love me, it's not the love of a husband and wife, it's not the kind of love between fish and water. One day in the future, you will meet someone you love. You will understand that liking a woman is not the same as liking a younger brother, and you will understand what that kind of liking feels like. At that time, you will regret it, and regret that you are now married to me for no apparent reason. "
Fu Lan fell silent, and the room fell into a long silence. The two sat opposite each other without speaking. The cloudy sky was like a thin sheet of water in the house, everything was hazy, and the shadows of the trees trembled on their knees. Qi Yin was very depressed, the secret was revealed, and he felt insecure as if he had taken off his trousers.
At this moment, there was a sound of turning of the gate, and Yun Zhihuo rushed in in a hurry. Didn't this fellow go to guard Qi Lingshu? Why are you here again? Just wondering, he pressed his eyebrows and said, "Now Qing and Shishu are 100% able to clear the suspicion."
"What's wrong?" Qi Yin saw that his face was not very good.
Yun Zhi sat on the tadpole, his face buried in the palm of his hand. He used to be cynical, but now he rarely looks tired. He said, "Uncle Shi is gone."
"No?" Qi Yin didn't understand.
"It's dead, Hei Zai," Yun knew, "Qing and Shishu Xian have passed away."
He walked out of the yard with his sleeves on his back and walked to Meng Qinghe's residence. Fu Lan originally wanted to follow, but Qi Yin saw that he was so sleepy that he couldn't lift his eyelids, so he forcibly pressed him back. Anyway, everyone was there, so Wu Yuli wouldn't pick this time when he wanted to kidnap people. Meng Qinghe originally lived in the Ziji Tibetan Sutra Building, and was injured and moved to Mingyue Xiaozhu next door. As soon as he entered the door, he heard the wailing sound, Qi Yin stepped over the threshold, and the disciples of Feng Huan Shan Sang knelt on the ground, crying into a sad cloud. Meng Qinghe was wearing a big cloak, sitting cross-legged behind the small red lacquer desk, his head bowed, as if he was asleep. The table is full of scriptures, and a scroll is spread out in front of him, with the annotations on it still in new ink.
Yun Zhi walked over, knelt on the mat, stacked the scrolls on the case, and put them in the bookcase.
"Sang Ruo was the first to find out. She came to deliver breakfast, but no one answered the door. As soon as she came in, the uncle was gone." Yun Zhi took the brush out of Meng Qinghe's hand, "He has always been very weak, and he has been released from prison. It's getting worse and worse when I come out, I always cough up blood. Look at it like this, I got to the Immortal while reading a book and dozing off, and I walked very peacefully."
Qi Yin was silent for a while, not knowing what to say. At this juncture, any words of comfort are futile.
Yun Zhi was also silent, and after a long while he spoke up, "Hei Zai, what do you think is the matter? Uncle Qi left all of a sudden, and Uncle Qinghe all of a sudden, I can't even wear his mother's robes and filial piety. The little uncle is about to die. The uncle of Zhonggu Kunlun said that he can't survive tonight. I know that God doesn't open his eyes, but who knows that he has never grown eyes at all. Uncle Qinghe is such a good man, gentle and gentle. , never say anything serious. I've never seen him get angry when I've grown up so much."
The disciples of Feng Huanshan were all kneeling on the ground and crying. The sky was gloomy, and the ebony trees were lit with the incense of wood chia. The cool smell settled, and the room was misty. Qi Yin and Yun Zhi put Meng Qinghe on the bed together, his joints were stiff, and his skin was as pale as wax. Qi Yin flattened him with all his strength, made him lie flat, and the white bra passed over his head, covering his peaceful face.
This is a man as clean as the beauty of artemisia, even if he is asleep, there seems to be a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. Human life is like the morning dew, in the blink of an eye, inadvertently, it is gone.
"My condolences and change." Qi Yin patted Yunzhi's shoulder and said, "Where are Master and Uncle Qingming?"
"They went down the mountain to buy coffins." Yun Zhi sighed, "They said they had to buy a golden nanmu, even if they were bankrupt. When the coffins arrive, we will return to Fengfeng."
Qi Yin nodded vigorously and said, "Hui Feng returns."
The two of them went to another small building to see Qi Lingshu. He was still in a coma and his breath was getting weaker. Yun Zhi stayed behind, sitting on the edge of the bed and guarding him. Master Qi Lingshu is gone, and he has no brothers and sisters. He is alone, so he can only send him off. Qi Yin was so sullen in his heart that he felt like he was holding a pot. He couldn't bear to see Qi Lingshu, who was flying with the sword flying in the sky, lingering on, and went back to pick up Meng Qinghe's relics. His uncle's belongings are very simple, a Yaoqin, a few boxes of books, and a box of clothes, all gone. There are still a few boxes of spices left. His uncle lived a fine life, and he only wore his clothes after incense. Qi Yin picked it up and looked at it. All of them were high-quality mugwort incense. They were very valuable. Qing and Shishu were probably the richest owners of Feng Huanshan.
The sky was getting dark, and the light was dimming. The silk yarn hangs down, and the room is full of shadows. I picked up Meng Qinghe's painting and calligraphy, opened it and saw that this painting is very freehand, with a vast landscape and a white figure in the bamboo forest of smoke and ink. Qi Yin didn't have any accomplishments in calligraphy and painting, but only thought that Bai Ying'er was like a ghost, erratic. After reading several pictures, all the pictures are a shadow. Qinghe Shishu is very curious, he likes to draw ghosts. However, the places where the ghosts appear are different, some are majestic mountains with black color, and silver waterfalls are layered on top of each other, flying straight down. Some are in the lush green bamboo forest, misty and misty, and you can see tall bamboo buildings scattered in the distance.
Seeing sore eyes, raised his head, the brothers and sisters were cleaning the yard outside. Qi Yin lowered his head and continued to flip, this time the background was changed again, it was a majestic ancient temple with huge marble square pillars supporting the towering eaves. The ink-colored vines wrap around the mottled stone walls of the temple, and have been climbing up to the highest-end disc stone statues. The gigantic disc was shrouded in a misty mist, like a full moon on the horizon. There was a small shadow standing at the top of the disc, Qi Yin stared at it with wide eyes, and vaguely recognized a familiar silhouette.
a deer.
With a buzzing sound in his head, Qi Yin suddenly realized that this motherfucker is Bai Lu, right
Bailu's home is in the moon wheel sky. In the rock paintings in the tomb of the gods, the gods and witches descended to welcome the gods, and the white deer all descended from the moon. The witches in the southern border worship the white deer, and they must also worship the moon. Does the disc at the top of the temple symbolize the moon? So this temple... Could it be the Bashan Temple
He turned back to look at the ghosts in white clothes, those were not ghosts, they were white deer, they were white deer in human form!
His heart trembled, and a burst of frosty hair appeared on Qi Yin's back. Why is there a Bashan Temple and a white deer in the paintings of Qinghe Shishu? He thought of the black cat's guess, but it's impossible, Meng Qinghe grew up in Changzhou, how could he be Wu Yuli? This painting is not necessarily painted by him. Uncle Shi has a lot of knowledge and knowledge. Maybe it is an ancient painting where he found it. Qi Yin comforted herself, and suddenly, a faint fragrance floated over, gentle and lingering, reminiscent of the eyes of a beautiful woman, and when she was about to leave, it was silent.
Qi Yin swallowed, he remembered the fragrance, the purple mandala, the incense on the sinner's body.
Slowly turning a few inches of his face, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the mugwort incense on the ebony high table had been burned out. No wonder it was incense, it turned out to cover up the smell of purple mandala. Qi Yin wanted to cry without tears, he thought that he was really unlucky, the more he didn't want to come, the more he came.
He didn't dare to look back, only looked at the bronze mirror on the front cabinet. Huang Chengcheng's mirror blurred phantom, the man's body did not know when it got up, sitting not far behind Qi Yin, caged behind layers of curtains.
Your uncle, the beauty cheated.
Being in the same room with a wizard who cheated corpse, Qi Yin's heart was cold to the bottom, the back of her neck was cold, and she was sullen, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters on the back of her neck. The corpse drooped its head, and probably hadn't found him yet. He quietly put down the scroll, bent down, and retreated step by step, trying to exit the room. There was something wrong with this place, it was quiet all around, there was no sound from outside, and he could only hear his own slight breathing.
Can't see, can't see, can't see no ghost. Qi Yin hypnotized herself.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the threshold, and Qi Yin tiptoed, turning over the landscape wood carving and painting screen.
A low chuckle suddenly sounded, Qi Yin's footsteps stopped, and he was shocked.
He heard a deep voice close to his ear, as if someone was whispering in his ear.
"I saw you, boy."
"Gui Mei!" Qi Yin roared loudly, and the Gui Mei sword came out in response, sticking to his head and stabbing the seeds behind him. There was a crackling sound in the back, as if the museum rack had been smashed. In his eyes, he saw that the corpse raised its head, its pale and beautiful face shrouded in a deep shadow. Qi Yin's scalp was numb, and without turning his head, he ran away.