Zhou Xu
Bu Ning
It never occurred to me that there would be a connection between the two of them. Although Zhou Xu has many characteristics similar to Bu Ning.
Like a natural psychic, a casual sentence is often more accurate than the result of someone else's divination for half a day.
The same spirit is unstable, easy to be deceived and easy to be possessed, and the risk of being in a cage is much greater than ordinary people. This is the reason why Bu Ning specializes in formations, and it seems that it is also the reason why Zhang Biling does not allow Zhou Xu to enter the cage.
When ordinary people come out of the cage, everything will become a big dream, and they will never be remembered. Only in an accidental moment, I feel that a certain scene seems familiar.
But Zhou Xu came out of the cage and remembered everything clearly.
When smelling the cage that came out of Wuxiangmen, except for the one from Shenqiao, Zhou Xu was always there. It was as if there was providence in the dark, and there was destined to have a meeting.
But when I smell it, I still find it hard to believe, because the difference between these two people is too great…
"This is... Bu Ning?" He forgot his words, turned his head in surprise, and subconsciously asked the person beside him for an answer. It seems that everything, as long as this person nods his head, the dust is settled.
It was only after he had asked him that he reacted, and the words that came out of his mouth were too natural.
So he saw Lao Mao's surprised eyes.
At that moment, the former golden-winged Dapeng widened his eyes and almost flapped his wings.
Lao Mao stared at him for a long time with an unbelievable look, then turned his eyes to Xie Wen, and gestured with his mouth open and closed: "He—"
He was stunned, and it took a long time for him to ask a soft question: "He seems to have known it a long time ago?"
Old Mao thought that he would get the same astonished feedback from Xie Wen, but Xie Wen just turned to look at Wen, but didn't say anything.
They were only a step apart, and their eyes staggered in silence, almost as if they were entangled.
After a while, Xie Wen responded with an "um" to Lao Mao.
The atmosphere became a little weird for a while, and the person who was kneeling on the ground couldn't help but looked up and glanced at it.
They didn't know why, but Lao Mao was going crazy.
Because Xie asked the same attitude wrong.
"You know?" Lao Mao tried his best to keep his voice down, but he couldn't hide the broken sound of the word "you".
Because he was so surprised, he even forgot the name "boss".
He knows who you are, don't say it.
You know he knows and doesn't say it.
Lao Maoguang just went around in his head for a while, and almost got himself into it. But even so, he still felt the subtlety of it.
But in the final analysis, he is still a puppet, and he does not understand the emotions and desires of human beings. Even if he is more sensitive than other puppets, more human-like, and more powerful, he still cannot fully understand the source of those subtleties.
He could only shyly stare at his boss with a "trying to look into the depths of his soul" gaze.
Xie Wen ignored him, just turned his head, pointed to the stone statue and Zhou Xu sitting cross-legged on both sides of the yin-yang fish, and said to Wen Shi, "What do you think these two look like?"
He has the phantom of the old days on his body, with long hair and red clothes, a snow-white neckline, and a thin chin. When he speaks, he draws clear and beautiful lines.
He was stunned for a moment when he smelled it, and then suddenly recovered when he stretched out his finger to Zhou Xu, and hurriedly turned his eyes to look over.
This time, he finally noticed the speciality of the stone statue and Zhou Xu—
They sat cross-legged with their backs to their backs, squatting in the formation, with their heads lowered, like a slightly deformed "North" character, exactly the same as Bu Ning's mark back then.
He remembered what Bu Ning once said: "This mark is not Bei, it was made by me, and I will have a relationship with me in the future."
At the moment when he said this, Zhong Si was leaning on Shi Zhuo's side, and he threw the pine grains he touched in the mountains. Zhuang Ye re-wrapped the leftover stones, saying that some of them were indeed very spiritual and could be distributed to the disciples at the foot of the mountain. He had enough rest when he smelled, and was turning over from the old tree with the branches supported. The golden-winged Dapeng spread its wings from his shoulders and circled among the pine forests.
Only Bu Ning put the engraved boulder into his cloth pocket and put it into his sleeve pocket. He looked at the quiet Songyun Mountain in the afternoon and did not return to his senses for a long time.
Wen Shi raised his hand to pick up Dapeng, patted him as he walked by and asked, "What's wrong?"
Bu Ning suddenly returned to his senses, he stood with his sleeves up, shook his head for a while and said with a smile, "I just think the days in the mountains are great."
He was not very old at that time, but he often looked worried, much more restrained and gentler than most people of the same age.
Sometimes Zhong Si owes his mouth and calls him "Old Man", which makes him lift his robe and kick people. Zhong Si walks away and says, "You're just like a young man at this time."
So as soon as Bu Ning opened his mouth, they knew what was going on when they heard it.
Zhuang Ye said, "Have you seen what happened next?"
Wen Shi stopped, glanced at the top of the mountain, and asked, "Is it related to Songyun Mountain?"
Only Zhong Si opened his hands and hooked a fellow apprentice brother and said, "It doesn't matter so much, didn't the master say that he always cares about the future, whether it is good or bad, sad or happy, how will we live?"
When he rushed to hear it, he said, "Let's go, Senior Brother invites you to have a drink—bah, no, drink tea. I was just scrambling, I made a mistake, don't complain to Master."
After he finished speaking, he blinked at Zhuang Ye and said, "Eldest brother, you are responsible for paying."
Finally, he said to Bu Ning, "Da Xian, why don't we figure out which one we go to down the mountain today, can we save some money for tea?"
Then, Bu Ning laughed amid the scolding, and didn't mention anything else.
Wen Shi looked at Zhou Xu who was sitting cross-legged in the formation, and suddenly wanted to see the old senior who was always worried again, and wanted to ask him if he had seen something long ago, and he expected this scene today.
The moment this thought flashed, the ashes at Zhou Xu's feet were swept away by the wind and fell into the gully of the yin and yang fish. The golden light is like water flowing across the ravine. It was as if someone drew a pen to trace the outline of the yin and yang fish.
At the end of the painting, Zhou Xu, who had always lowered his head, suddenly moved.
He bent down and rubbed his eyes with his palms, as if he had woken up suddenly after sleeping for too many years.
Perhaps after the picture scroll was burnt to ashes, a shadow of the old days was cast on his body, a sky blue long gown, his long hair was tied up in a bun with a wooden branch folded in the mountains, and the ends were scattered. Because of the bow body, The ink was spread on the thin shoulders, and even the outline of the face was changed.
Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin, who were kneeling on the ground, were stunned.
They subconsciously called out "Xiao Xu", and the people sitting in the array glanced at the sound.
He wasn't fully awake yet, and he wasn't accustomed to the light coming through the hole. So half-squinted his eyes, his expression was a bit hazy and stunned.
But even so, he couldn't hide his indifference and quietness.
Just an eye movement, the temperament is completely different.
If they didn't want to believe it before, they felt that the young man who grew up in his family was very different from the ancient ancestor of the formation like Bu Ning, and it could not be involved. Now I have already believed seven or eight points.
After all, Zhou Xu at this moment is really... not like Zhou Xu.
He is like a mountain guest who has been away from the world for a long time. He has slept for a thousand years, and at this moment he wakes up from a big dream.
It was Wen Shi and Xie Wen who really pulled him away from his daze.
Zhou Xu... In other words, Bu Ning raised his eyes and glanced at Wen Shi and Xie Wen, the confusion in his eyes flashed, but more of a sigh.
At that moment, there were so many things in his eyes that at a certain moment, even damp, contained the light that penetrated through the hole.
He frowned, raised his head, blinked his eyes a few times, and smiled softly.
But that laughter sounded like a sigh, and a sigh was a thousand years.
He stood up from the ground, and under the influence of the phantom, his stature looked a little taller. Facing Xie Wen, he bowed respectfully, gave a long bow, and called out, "Master..."
His voice was very hoarse, with a bit of Zhou Xu's shadow, but also as if he hadn't spoken for too long, too many words were choked at the bottom of his throat, and he didn't know where to start.
He paused, thought about it for a long time, and finally sighed: "A thousand years... it seems like a dream."
When Wen Shi looked at his figure, his voice suddenly became hoarse.
After a long time, he opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Have you been keeping people here?"
Bu Ning still didn't get up, his voice was a little dull. When I heard it, I knew that this sentimental senior brother's eyes were already red, so he didn't dare to get up.
After a long time, Bu Ning said, "It's not guarding, we've always been here."
"You?" Wen Shi was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Xie Wen suddenly, and asked him again: "What are you? You mean... "
"There are also Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye, who are both here." Bu Ning said, "I left this formation back then because I suddenly felt that there might be a scene of reunion in a thousand years. I didn't expect..."
I didn't expect such a scene, I don't know whether to say unfortunate or lucky.
When he was young and ignorant, he was often complacent about his natural psychic physique, thinking that it was a gift from God, indicating that he was a very special one among all living beings, indicating that he could achieve great things, be a great responsibility, and be able to leave history.
But later, he discovered that this did not seem to be a gift, at least not a gift.
It is said that all formations are impermanent and all defilements are suffering, and probably few people will realize it earlier and deeper than him.
When he was young, he hadn't learned how to close his spiritual orifices, and often when he talked to a person, he would see the disaster before the other person came.
Sometimes bloody eyes, sometimes dead eyes.
He couldn't tell the difference between the real and the fake, and often made some panicked reactions at the moment when those scenes appeared. The more times, he became a lunatic in many people - I don't know when he would get sick.
For a long time, he was in a state of chaos. It seems that there are too many people saying that, he is really a lunatic.
Later, in order not to be so disgusting, he learned to "conform to the crowd" without a teacher. The other kids said it was a ghost. He went on to say there was a ghost. Other children said that it was a fairy, and he followed it. Even if he saw something completely different, he wouldn't say it.
Slowly, it will fade away.
Until they were sent to Songyun Mountain.
In his eyes, the master is an immortal. Being able to become a disciple of an immortal means that he is not so unbearable. At first, he still carried the temperament he learned from the mountain, and what others said was what he said. Until one day, Chen Dao said to him: If you are really like this, why go up the mountain
Since then, he has learned to live in harmony with his spirit body.
He began to earnestly study hexagrams and formations, and worked hard to make himself useful instead of a madman who was caught off guard.
He is peaceful and courteous, humble and tolerant, and he can foresee the bad luck of some things. For a while, he even felt that he could know the way of heaven.
But later he discovered that the way of heaven is impermanent after all, and he can foresee this, but it does not mean that he will foresee the next point. Being able to stop one thing doesn't mean it won't trigger another, it's even more troublesome, trickier, and more unbearable.
After a long time, he was ridiculed by the brothers and sisters as "often worrying".
He was really worried a lot.
People with psychic physique are often suffering, because he sees some future ahead of others, no matter how lively the banquet is, he can't escape the banquet, and no matter how prosperous Zhulou is, he can't escape the grass and the smoke.
So he always suffers.
Sometimes when he was talking to his fellow apprentices, he would suddenly fall into a kind of unreasonable sadness. Seeing each other in the morning and evening, but suddenly there will be nostalgia.
At that time, he knew that they might not end well.
He even saw lonely souls and dead bones, but he didn't know who left them.
When he was young, when he saw any disaster, he would always try to tell Wen Shi and them, and try to get them to avoid a certain person, a certain thing, a certain road.
But there are too many people and roads in the world. To avoid this, maybe go for something worse. No one knows if avoiding this led to the worst outcome.
So after a few lessons, he almost got his apprentice brothers into some trouble, so he stopped talking.
He will hide in his heart, digest those sufferings alone, and then quietly leave behind some backhands.
One winter, one night, it was very cold in the mountains, he and Zhong Si were around a small stove to fry tea with snow water. The wood was burning in the stove, and the snow was boiling.
He rubbed his hands close to the stove to keep warm, and a thick white mist emanated from the small hole in the stove cover. Zhong Si was raising his head and laughing for some reason. He was touched by a passer-by Wen Shi, but he still fell to the ground.
He suddenly fell into a dream amid the excitement, and dreamed that someone said: A long time ago, there was a mountain called Songyun, and there lived a few old people on the mountain. But now, people have become a few names in the scrolls, and mountains can no longer be found.
Baiyun Canggou, the past is like smoke.
He saw Songyun Mountain, which was different from the past, in the sadness of things going wrong.
The Qingxin Lake in the col was filled with black mist for some reason, like a thick swamp, and in the mist lay a few pale figures. He couldn't see who it was, but his heart froze.
He also saw the cave on the back, the one where he often went to meditate and meditate.
He was sitting cross-legged in the cave as usual, with the portraits of their five masters and apprentices hanging on the wall, surrounded by spirits he had never seen before, but he couldn't move...
It's like you're stuck here, and you can't get out of it.
Until a certain moment, the entrance of the cave suddenly lit up, as if someone had pulled away the dense vines. Someone stooped into the hole.
The moment the vines were opened, the wind from outside blew in.
He smelled the long-lost anger, and suddenly opened his eyes. The moment he opened his eyes, he inexplicably knew that a thousand years had passed, and it was a long-term reunion under the vicissitudes of life.
After that day, he made a formation in the hole.
He hoped that the formation would never be of any use, but God likes to play tricks on him, and the worst scenario has come true. That array slowly moved on the day he was about to die.
He couldn't remember what year, month, and day it was.
I just remember that the top of Songyun Mountain is covered with clouds, the vegetation is withered, and it looks like a ghost town.
His formation whirled, raising a barrier to hide the place they once called home. Twelve arrays of spirits sit in a circle like a mountain, and they control this secret place.
And he sat with his head down in the cave where the stars were no longer visible, dividing his spiritual aspect into two.
Half of them are sent to reincarnation, and half of them stay here for a long time to support this giant formation.
Everything is like a dream.
The only difference is that he doesn't know whether after a thousand years, some old people will lift the vines and let this place see the light of the sky again.
He risked his life and made a big gamble.
I bet he's sitting in this cave where the sun doesn't see the light of day...
Wait for the wind to come.