The mountains and forests are silent, the dark clouds weigh down, the wind—
…
The wind and rain are not coming anyway.
Some have to hold back.
Bu Ning looked at his younger brother and then at his master. Chen Dao obviously didn't expect to pull out such a small one from the door, and his expression was extremely blank for a moment.
He didn't speak, and there was a complex slight sense of consternation in his expression. After a long time, he took the man's hand and moved it lightly.
"Why did it grow back again..."
He sighed as if to himself, then bent down and looked into those cat-like eyes.
The pupils of those eyes were round and black, reflecting his shadow clearly. He watched for a while, then lowered his voice and asked, "Do you still recognize it?"
The small group just looked at him like that, pursing the bloodless lips tightly, motionless.
At first glance it still looks like a silent confrontation.
But slowly, those eyes turned a little red along the edge, but they were still extremely stubborn and unblinking.
After a long time, a voice sounded in the silence: "No dust."
At that moment, Bu Ning breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he found that the shoulder line that was not even dusty had also loosened, and the long hair slipped from there, half covering his face.
From his point of view, the Master's expression could not be seen.
He only heard Chenbuo Wenwen give a deep response, picked up the person in front of him and said, "It's cold here, go home first."
***
This time, Wuxiangmen opened in Longxi, which happened to be more than 3,000 miles away from Ningzhou.
Ordinary people need more than ten hours to drive, and once the gate is opened, it only takes a pot of tea.
Chen Buo was walking in the long and dark passage of the gate when he heard Huai L's group say, "I can go."
The passage was very quiet, and the vague human voices of Bu Ning and Xia Qiao could be vaguely heard behind. The dust did not sweep through the darkness without stopping the robe, and he did not stop or put him down, and said, "It's okay to have such a few legs."
I don't know if it's because I noticed that Chen Buo didn't smile until now, or something else. In the past, when I heard this kind of words, I had to say something or do something in return - just like when I was in front of the dust and carried the little king.
This time he was silent.
He was lying on his shoulders, so honest that he was almost docile.
After walking for a while, Chen Dao suddenly asked, "How much do you remember?"
The man lying on his shoulders was stuffy, as if he was about to fall asleep. After a long time, he grunted and replied, "I remember."
In fact, the dust does not know.
From the moment he saw those eyes and heard the phrase "no dust", he knew that he remembered everything when he smelled it.
The one he took out from Wuxiangmen was still the same person, completely intact and not lost at all. It's just that there is something wrong with my body and I need to start over.
But he asked again, like a confirmation.
"What about the people in Wuxiangmen, do you remember?" Chen Buai opened his mouth again.
The man in his arms froze.
"Is it difficult to live in Wuxiangmen?" Chen Buo asked.
"… not difficult."
Wen Shi was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "It's nothing difficult, just get some sleep."
Chenbuo walked with him for a long time before he spoke again: "So you think it doesn't matter even if you walk a few more times, don't you?"
"Because when you come out, you can deceive the emperor and think that it's just a matter of sleeping. Are you sure that I can't enter the Wuxiangmen, so I can't know what's in the door?"
"If I ask you what it's like to be punished by the gods and buried in the dust, will you also tell me that it's not difficult to suffer, and it's a good night's sleep?"
"When smelling, who taught you the way?"
Even if this is the case, the dust is not enough to say it slowly, word by word. It's just that the tone is very heavy, falling in the darkness of the formation gate, making the silence in the gap even more lonely.
It was as if even the void was silent.
He didn't breathe when he smelled it.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Bubu felt that the mass in his arms moved, and silently wrapped his arms around his neck. Just like when I was young, I was always stubborn and hard, but when I did something reckless and didn't know how to speak, I would suddenly soften.
No dust: "… "
He is very clear about the temperament of the people he raised alone. If he stood here with his face in his face when he smelled it, he would definitely be stubborn or pouted, unable to pull his face down.
Just relying on it? There will be a bluffing look that is not as tall as his legs.
I just laughed out loud.
He really gave a faint laugh in his throat. The gate was pitch black, so no one could see his expression. Even if someone sees it, they may not be able to experience the complicated and incomprehensible rearward fear.
"When you get back to your original state, you can do a good calculation."
"… "
This time, the one in his arms was really silent.
***
Compared to their side, Bu Ning, Xia Qiao and Zhang Biling, who were some distance behind, were much more relaxed.
At first Bu Ning was actually very burdened.
Although he is full of books, he knows a lot. But Wuxiangmen has exceeded his existing knowledge, and all understanding comes from the few descriptions of Wen Shi.
It was the first time he saw Wuxiangmen in real life, and it was also the first time he received someone who came out of Wuxiangmen. He almost thought that when he heard it, he had forgotten everything, and he was going to start all over again.
Fortunately, there is Xiaqiao.
Xiaoqiao has zero practical experience, but he can't bear to have a grandfather who has taken Wen Shi twice.
"I heard from grandpa before that when my brother first came out of Wuxiangmen, he really looked like a child." Xia Qiao explained.
"What about the others? Will the others be affected?" Zhang Biling asked. "Just like what he looked like just now, he is only four or five years old, right? Does he only remember people and things when he was four or five years old, or does he remember everything?"
"Well—" Xia Qiao recalled, "What did Grandpa Xi say at that time. It seems to say that when he first came out of Wuxiangmen, he came back from Σ, and he may not have left the door. Feel it. But when it comes down to it, I remember everything."
"Then how long will he look like?" This is what Bu Ning is most worried about. "Do I have to start from scratch?"
Xia Qiao hurriedly said: "No, no, very soon."
He remembered the diary Shen Qiao left him: "In 1921, when he picked up my brother, he was already in his teens when he saw him, and he returned to his original state after walking very far. Also, I saw It was the same for him that time, it took a few minutes to get back to Neon by car from Jiangjunshan to Ichiyibu, anyway, when he came to me, he was normal."
Xia Qiao made a rough calculation: "It can't be more than an hour, maybe half an hour if it's fast."
"It's half an hour or two quarters." Zhou Xu suddenly said this.
Only then did Xia Qiao realize that Ancestor Bu Ning didn't keep the time.
"Oh." Bu Ning was relieved, "That's good."
"Old Ancestor, don't worry." Xia Qiao added, "When you get out of this formation gate, you can see the changes. If you don't talk about it, you can grow into your teens."
Xiaoqiao is full of words.
As a result, when they actually landed from the other side of the gate, they saw Chen Buai leaning against the closet with his arms crossed, and on the bed was Xia Qiao's shriveled brother.
He sat there cross-legged, staring silently at the dark gray sheets in front of him, leaving everyone (mainly dust-free) a jet-black top.
Xia Qiao slowly raised a string of question marks.
"Isn't this still four or five years old?!" Zhou Xu was the first to hold back, and did not dare to talk nonsense, but stabbed Xia Qiao in the waist.
Xiao Qiao let out a "poof" and let out an "ang".
"What are you so proud of?" Zhou Xu squeezed out in a low voice, "Didn't you say that you will go back in minutes? Your minutes are counted by the shortest needle?"
"You ask me who I ask?" Xia Qiao was also confused.
He blinked and whispered, "Brother?"
The Zen practitioner on the bed raised his eyes and looked at him. The dark eyes were covered with a light-colored light, and it was cold.
Xia Qiao shrank: "What's the matter with you?"
His mini brother was obviously not very happy and stared at him for a while before he said, "There is a problem, I won't be able to go back for a while."
"what is the problem?"
"do not know."
Xia Qiao said "No".
They were too emotional outside Wuxiangmen before, and they didn't pay much attention to O's heart. His brother's voice also retreated a little...
Although it's not too exaggerated, but with his brother's temper, it's quite fatal.
Strange had to be willing to speak.
Xia Qiao didn't dare to touch the bad head and didn't talk to him again. Instead, he turned his head to look at the biggest one here, and asked with his mouth: "Grandpa, my brother really can't get bigger when he's in trouble?"
The dust didn't blink, and the eyes still fell on the ancestor on the bed.
I don't know why, but Xia Qiao always felt that the expression of the grandfather was very... Brother Lianduyan ぁS framed and swallowed you to make up "meaning.
After a while, Chen Dao gave an "um" and said, "It can't be changed, it's very troublesome."
Xia Qiao hears the word "trouble"
No dust: "Bubble medicine."
When smelling: "?"
He stared at Chen Dao before opening his mouth, Xia Qiao's 60-hundred-five had already been taken away.
"Bubble medicine?" Xia Qiao remembered the one that he used to cook for Wen Shi to soak his hands, and immediately said, "Then I'll go to the kitchen and find the mortar from last time."
No dust: "The mortar is too small to hold your brother."
When smelling: "??"
Xia Qiao: "Oh, what's the use?"
"Using a tub—" Chen Bubu paused for a moment, then switched to what people say most often: "—bathtub, in this case, just soaking your hands won't do anything, and it won't last long if you don't soak it."
Xia Qiao: "... Where's the head?"
Chen Dao: "Let's soak it together, well-proportioned, some people are afraid of being ugly since childhood."
When smelling: "???"
"That medicine..."
"It's all upstairs, and I'll let Lao Mao find them all in a while."
"old… "
Mao
But the old man is no longer there.
Everyone was stunned when they heard this, especially Zhang Biling.
Everyone knows that the old hair of the golden-winged Dapeng bird is a puppet that cannot be touched by dust. Once the dust is restored, the puppet can also see the sun again. But even so, the puppet line must be used first—
Before Zhang Biling's question came out, she reacted...
Yes, there is no need for a puppet line if the ancestors don't pinch the puppet.
As soon as she realized this, there was movement upstairs.
It was a sound of footsteps that were not heavy, and because they were too lazy to lift their feet, there was a rustling sound on the floor.
Zhang Biling had heard such footsteps, and Xia Qiao was even more familiar.
Every time Lao Mao went up and down the stairs in Xiping Garden, or walked between the rooms on the 60th floor of the Shen family villa, there would be a movement that was not noisy.
In fact, it stands to reason that it is easy for puppets to be silent. Such footsteps were intentional - in order not to scare people, in order to be more alive and more like a living being.
And only deliberately over many years can form this kind of footsteps with characteristics like people.
Listening to the footsteps, Zhang Biling couldn't understand for a while, why did she practice this kind of movement after following the puppet that her ancestors could not reach.
Before she could understand, Xia Qiao had already run out of the house.
"Uncle Mao?!" He stood in the living room on the first floor, looking towards the 60th floor with his neck hooked.
"Don't yell, you hear me, I'm getting medicine." A voice came from upstairs.
Really old hair!
Xia Qiao saw a figure fall on the handrail on the 60th floor, moving from the room on the left to the room on the right, and something was put on hold.
The next second, he heard the flapping of wings.
An eagle-like shadow swept down from the 60th floor, flew across his eyes, and swept into the room. The wings and feathers spread out like a fan, and there is a faint flow of gold.
It circled around the room and landed firmly on Wen Shi's shoulder.
Just like every day in Songyun Mountain.
It said in an unpleasant voice: "Generally speaking, the body does not grow long because the physique is too weak and the spirit is too weak to support—"
Halfway through, Lao Mao glanced at Wen Shi's fingers.
This ancestor's mini-finger still has a puppet thread that was entangled someday, with residual bloodstains. The puppet line can best reflect the subconscious and spiritual strength of the puppet master. The weaker it is, the stiffer the puppet line becomes. On the contrary, the stronger it is, the more flexible the puppet line is.
And when Wen Shi's puppet line seemed to have life, it was shaking unyieldingly, trying to run out with its teeth and claws. It's just that before he had time to run away, he was silently suppressed by the smell.
It's a silent fight.
Lao Mao's position is unique, and he happened to have a panoramic view of Wen Shi's small movements.
"… "
Spiritually weak bird.
This trick also coaxes a fool.
Lao Mao didn't analyze it anymore, and said in a smooth tone and a quack bird voice: "I've found the medicine, let's go to your bath-"
Who to scare!