The two of them spent their years in Changjin.
Gu Xuanyan didn't know when he rented a house. It wasn't big, but it was quite secluded. I invited another local simple and hearty cook, and there was no one else.
In fact, taking care of Xuanyan's current cultivation base, there is no problem with not eating or eating, but he still eats with Zhong Yan every day. After breakfast, they drank tea and practiced swordsmanship. In the afternoon, in their spare time, the two of them gathered together to read some bizarre words on the market, or they did nothing and lay down on a chair in the courtyard to bask in the sun.
The winter sun is warm, and usually Zhong Yan can't help but fall asleep at this time. When he slept until sunset, Gu Xuanyan woke him up, straightened his messy hair, and took him to dinner.
Gu Xuanyan never mentioned about the grand ceremony mentioned by Tong Ling. Zhong Yan couldn't help asking him twice, but he just said, "Don't worry." So Zhong Yan didn't mention it again.
Zhong Yan couldn't help sighing with the system: "If this goes on like this, I'm going to fall."
Early on New Year's Eve, Zhong Yan and Gu Xuanyan went to Qiwu Mountain.
Qiwu Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mists at all times of the year, and the two Yujian landed on the top of the mountain, only to see the shadows of pavilions and buildings penetrating from the mist. This was the home of Gu Xuanyan in the past.
Because there is no one to take care of it, the wind and rain have eroded the house, and the house has been dilapidated, and the blood splashed that night has long since disappeared. Gu Xuanyan stood in front of the door and looked at the mansion in front of him, but he did not enter.
He was dressed in white today, and his hair was only tied up with the same color cloth. He appeared like a fairy in the clouds and mists that covered the mountains and plains. Zhong Yan watched for a while, and finally reached out and pulled his sleeve.
Gu Xuanyan came back to his senses and showed a light smile: "It's been almost five years since I came back last time, and I'm actually a little timid."
Zhong Yan asked, "Did you come back five years ago?"
Gu Xuanyan nodded and said indifferently: "When I had a chance to go down the mountain, I came back to clean up the bones for my parents and clansmen."
Zhong Yan was so distressed that he was speechless for a while, but Gu Xuanyan held his hand instead.
"Forget it, don't go in anymore, take my senior brother to see my parents."
Gu Xuanyan buried the clan in the back mountain of Qiwu. There are no monuments or inscriptions, only a dozen or so tombs stand quietly here. Gu Xuanyan removed the grass, placed a pot of wine in front of the grave, and then kowtowed three times to the grave.
Perhaps it was the same scene when Gu Xuanyan returned to the mountains to collect the bones.
Zhong Yan looked at the tomb, his throat tightened slightly, some words were about to come out, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just lifted his robe and knelt down, and kowtowed respectfully. He said silently in his heart: Don't worry, from now on, Gu Xuanyan will not be alone.
Thinking about it this way, even the grand ceremony and demon removal that had always worried him seemed insignificant. He thought, what are you afraid of, anyway, as long as the two are together, Longtan Tiger Cave will dare to break into it.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt very comfortable for some reason, and turned to look at Gu Xuanyan, who was kneeling beside him. The other party seemed to have some feelings, so he also looked at Zhong Yan and whispered, "My parents must like senior brother very much."
Zhong Yan asked, "Why?"
Gu Xuanyan smiled a little, "Because I like it."
Zhong Yan stopped asking, and held Gu Xuanyan with his backhand.
The New Year's Eve dinner in the evening was eaten in the main hall. Now that Zhong Yan's cultivation has improved, he is no longer afraid of the cold, so he simply opened the hall door so that the night in the courtyard can be seen at a glance. The cook prepared meals for them and went home for the Chinese New Year. Before leaving, Gu Xuanyan also gave her an extra amount of money to beg for good luck.
So on New Year's Eve, only Gu Xuanyan and Zhong Yan were left in the entire courtyard. The food was very rich, and it was accompanied by a pot of Changjin's unique sake, called "Liu Chun".
"This wine was brewed in the spring of that year and waited for the opening of New Year's Eve, which means not only retaining the spring of that year, but also praying for a good spring in the coming year."
After Gu Xuanyan finished speaking, he didn't hear Zhong Yan's response for a long time. Looking up, he found that the other party's cheeks were slightly red, and he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. Seeing Gu Xuanyan looking at him, he said, "That's it."
Gu Xuanyan couldn't stop it in time, remembering that the person in front of him was not drinking well, he couldn't laugh or cry for a while, and was about to grab the other person's wine glass and help him go back to rest, Zhong Yan turned his eyes to the hall door again, and said lightly: "It's snowing."
Gu Xuanyan turned his head to look, and sure enough it was snowing.
The snow was not very big, and there was no wind, so it fell lightly in the courtyard without making any noise. In comparison, the light sound of the lights bursting in the hall was more obvious.
Gu Xuanyan retracted his gaze.
"Every New Year's Eve in Changjin, it snows. When my parents were there, they were busy outside to eliminate demons and guard roads all day. Only on New Year's Eve had time to spare. Then they would watch the snow around the fire with me."
After he finished speaking, he said with a low smile, "I have ridden demons all my life, but now my son has become a demon sovereign. If they knew about it, they probably wouldn't recognize me."
When Zhong Yan heard the words, he immediately retorted with Jiujin: "How could it be? If they see you today, they must be proud of you."
Zhong Yan said this with a guilty conscience, and quickly said: "What's more, you are now in charge of the Northern Wilderness, and your power is supreme. Your cultivation base is already on par with immortals, and it is difficult to have an opponent..." Zhong Yan propped his forehead and talked to Gu Xuanyan ramble. The benefits of being a Demon Venerable directly betrayed his mission, but before he finished speaking, Gu Xuanyan laughed in a low voice.
He said, "Senior brother said so much, but didn't he mention the most important thing?"
Zhong Yan's head was already a little dizzy. Hearing that, he looked at Gu Xuanyan and blinked a little slowly.
"What's most important?"
Gu Xuanyan looked at Zhong Yan's face with a smile that dyed his eyes, and his tone was very gentle.
"Everything is good, not as good as Senior Brother."
If it were a normal day, Yan would probably be red-faced, but today he had the blessing of wine, so he smiled too, his eyes shining like stars under the shaking candlelight, and he asked, "How am I?"
Gu Xuanyan replied: "Best."
Zhong Yan sat on the table contentedly and fell asleep.
In the chaos before going to bed, he thought in a daze, this wine has more stamina than green plum wine, what is it called? Ah... stay in spring.
The spring days are too long, and it is enough to keep the moment.
Zhong Yan and Gu Xuanyan lived in Changjin until Lichun.
At the beginning of spring, everything recovers, and in the Qingyan Mountain thousands of miles away, the ancient trees have pulled out their branches and leaves again, and the whole mountain is full of new green, a vibrant color.
But the Qingyan Chamber was very depressed.
The usually empty inner hall is now full of people, and Li Yue, the head of Li Shan, stepped forward and said: "Head Li, today / you will give a happy word, Gu Xuanyan and Qin Mingxi, the two little beasts, what are you going to do? do not care?"
It was too rude to say this, and everyone in the hall frowned.
It stands to reason that there is Bukong Chanyuan presided over by Master Wu, and there are the three clans of the demon cultivation world, the Blue Bird, Xuanwu, and Baihu, together with those who are Taoists, and the elders of Qi Bi, Qingyan, and Hengyun, all of which are famous sects. Li Shan, a small sect with no name, is not in a position to easily intervene.
But because Gu Xuanyan hurt their people and had a bitter master, Li Yue spoke with confidence. Li Xunji cast a glance at him, but still replied: "Qin Mingxi and Gu Xuanyan have been expelled from the school, and their actions, life and death, honor and shame have nothing to do with this school."
"Master Li, you can't say that." Li Yue sneered: "Now who knows that Qingyan has taught a Demon Venerable from the Northern Wilderness, and if you say a few words, you will ruin your cultivation and steal Buddhist relics. Although he has already left the division, Qingyan is also to blame."
Tong Ling stood behind the patriarch, poked his head out when he heard the words, and said angrily: "Nonsense! Obviously you want to kill Qin Mingxi first, and after you lose, you will reverse right and wrong!"
Li Yue couldn't hang on his face, and said angrily: "Where did such a rude woman come from, dare to interrupt the elder's speech at will!"
Before he finished speaking, he was swept away by the patriarch of the Blue Bird Clan, and the rest of the words were swallowed into his stomach. He didn't dare to look at Tong Ling again, and turned to Master Zhi Wu and said: "Master, we are Lishan Xiaomen Xiaomen. Pai didn't dare to say a word when he was wronged, but there must be an explanation for the theft of the relics of the eminent monks of your academy."
Master Liao Wu recited the Buddha's name and said softly: "Master Li is serious, everything in the world is but a word of propriety. If you are polite, you can talk about it, and you can talk about the grievances of soldiers and beggars."
After speaking, he stood up and bowed to everyone.
"The relic of this temple was accidentally lost. Although there is demonic energy in the tower, I dare not say that it must be done by Gu Shizhu. But Gu Shizhu, as a devil, must understand something, so I ask you all to go there. Beihuang asks clearly."
These words were well-mannered, neither humble nor arrogant, and for a while the whole hall fell silent again, and even Tong Ling wanted to say "no go" regardless, but was stopped by the patriarch.
In the silence, a low voice sounded.
"Then go."
The voice came from the door. Everyone looked up. Ji Changyun was leaning against the door with his sword in his arms. Since the last Icefield, he has entered the late stage of Theravada. ignore his presence.
He looked at the new green outside the door, his tone was calm and unwavering.
"Then go, go to Beihuang."