The spiritual fragment entered the body again, still causing people to suffer.
Like the last time, when I smelled it, I felt that I had slept drowsy for a long time, and I also remembered a lot of things in my dreams.
He dreamed that he went back and forth under Songyun Mountain over and over again, but rarely actually went up the mountain. The village at the bottom of the mountain is close to the official road, and there is a post station along the road. There are horse-tethering stakes and tea and wine stalls. Sometimes he passed by in a hurry, sometimes he would ask for a pot of tea to sit for a while at the tea and wine stand.
The old man, the stall owner, is very nice and has a hearty laugh. He can chat with anyone for a long time, even if he smells it, it looks frosty.
The fly in the ointment is that the old man is a lame man.
Some people who don't know the current affairs often make fun of his legs and feet, and the old man is not annoyed. He always laughs and brags that there is a big rock falling from the mountain, and his lame runs faster than anyone else.
If Wen Shi happened to be there, it wouldn't take long to freeze the non-talking stuff away. The old man would add a pot of tea to him with a smile and talk about some interesting things recently.
He can always capture the traces of Songyun Mountain and the person on the mountain in those things.
Later, when he had no spiritual appearance, lost all memory, and had a body, he subconsciously returned to Songyun Mountain.
It's just that the mountain is gone, and the village is gone. There is only one post station standing alone on the side of the official road, with a wild forest behind it.
Wen Shi stood at the place where the tea stall had been set up and looked at the wild woods. He only felt that this place seemed familiar, but he raised his feet and was at a loss as to where to go.
Still a wild child like a beggar snorted, and he returned to his senses.
The child climbed out of the grass behind the inn, still clutching the dry food that had been put away for an unknown number of days. He circled around Wen Shi twice, hesitantly took a small piece from the poor ration, handed it over and said, "Can't you find your home?"
The little beggar said that his grandfather was a lame man. He fell once when he was old, and it didn't take long for him to die. He was young and didn't remember the way. He walked around the woods for an unknown number of times, but he couldn't find his home, so he became a wild child.
Later, the little beggar became Wen Shi's apprentice.
There are different opinions about this apprentice in later generations. Some people say that he is the child of Wen Shi's old friend, and he was appointed as an apprentice at birth, but his life was not good. After two years, the master was folded in the seal formation. Fortunately, his talent was excellent, and he didn't live up to the reputation of Wen Shi's apprentice. When he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he finally appeared on the famous genealogy map, so Wen Shi's line was passed down in one line.
This apprentice has a completely different personality from Wen Shi, and he has a bit of Zhong Si's shadow back then, or it may be the nature inherited from his grandfather.
When he heard it, he couldn't talk here, so he would find people all over the world to talk to, and when he was done talking, he came to ask about the news, what did the grandfather, who was kept secret by everyone, look like, and did he have a portrait
It was the late summer and early autumn of a certain year, and the night rain was continuous, falling on the trees outside the house, making a rustling sound, always reminiscent of the rain in the deep mountains.
Wen Shi picked up a pen and dipped in ink, stood in front of the desk, stared at the slightly flickering candlelight for a long time and thought for a long time, but couldn't remember what the man looked like.
No matter how hard he tried, he could only remember a mask with a vague outline, half-good, half-evil, half-ghost and half-immortal. There are also bright red robes and a bouquet of white plum blossom branches.
He finished drawing a picture after a patchwork, and wanted to write the name next to it, but the result was a word "thank you".
The apprentice was stunned, and asked him why he wrote this word.
He couldn't answer, and stood there silent and dazed.
A drop of ink fell on the pen and landed on the word "thank" with a slam, and it turned into a wet ball in a blink of an eye.
When I smelled it, my heart suddenly emptied, and I woke up at that moment.
When he opened his eyes, he heard his apprentice ask him in the residual dream: it was so painful to come and go in Wuxiangmen, why should he suffer this kind of sin.
He said: If something is lost, it cannot be relieved if it cannot be found.
The apprentice asked: What is missing
He looked at his empty body, thought about it for a long time, and said: My spirit.
***
When I smelled it, I opened my eyes and saw a wooden beam hanging high on the roof. I could tell by the smell alone that it was pine.
Then, he saw the familiar branches and the bird stand hanging from the branches.
The bird stand was empty, swaying gently in the wind, as if a few moments ago, there was a golden-winged Dapeng bird standing on it, but it suddenly spread its wings and flew out of the door.
This is... his room on the top of Songyun Mountain.
He stared blankly at the swaying bird stand, for a moment he didn't know what day it was.
Until a surprised voice came from the side: "Brother, are you awake?!"
It's Xiaqiao.
Blinking his eyes when he smelled it, he snapped back to his senses.
He propped himself up from the bed, and Xia Qiao hurried over to help and brought a cup of tea, but he was blocked by raising his hand.
"Where's the person?" Wen Shi's voice was deep and hoarse, and the words didn't start or finish.
Xia Qiao was stunned for a moment, and before he had time to answer, he heard another voice interject: "Master is in his own room next door, withering and retreating, but the speed is a little slow, and he has not opened his eyes yet."
It was Bu Ning who was speaking. He also borrowed Zhou Xu's body, but he was familiar with the entire Songyun Mountain. He wrapped his hands with a cloth towel, brought a pot of boiling medicine, and put it on the table, his mouth kept saying: "Zhong Si and Zhuang Yeling have been seriously damaged, so I set up an array to support them. .As for the Golden Winged Dapeng...”
He put away the cloth towel, wiped his fingers and said, "The golden-winged Dapeng bird has not withered away, and was frightened again. I'm afraid I will have to wait a little longer to wake up."
Wen Shi had already got out of bed and was about to walk towards the door when he was stunned when he heard this.
"Frightened?" He frowned and looked at Bu Ning in confusion: "What kind of fright will the golden-winged Dapeng bird be frightened by?"
Bu Ning didn't lift his head, and wiped his fingers very carefully: "Well, it's really... very rare."
His reaction was even weirder.
He was stunned for a moment when he was anxiously smelling it, and his face was full of question marks.
He kept going straight to this senior brother, and when he was confused, he frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Bu Ning almost wiped his bald skin with both hands, and then he raised his eyes, facing Wen Shi but hesitating.
He opened and closed his mouth several times... Instead, he wiped the table.
No, what's wrong
When he smelled it, his brows furrowed even deeper, and he was about to speak when he saw Bu Ning suddenly stop moving.
He leaned on the edge of the table, turned his head to look at him, and said subtly and euphemistically, "Maybe the Golden Winged Dapeng hasn't seen the transition spirit."
When I smelled it, a "?" slowly appeared from the top of my head.
He didn't react at first, until the senior brother who was known for his "thin-skinned and polite manners" watched him silently for a long time, and suddenly he bowed his hands at him: "Junior brother, please spare me."
When he got up, the gentleman's face turned red.
When smelling: "???"
After staring at each other for a while, I suddenly remembered the moment before Duling's severe pain hit...
At that time, he couldn't see Xie Wen in front of him at all, like a severely blind person. So in retrospect, the whole process is almost indistinct.
With hindsight, he remembered the warm and soft touch between his lips at that moment, remembered that his face seemed to rub against the tip of another person's nose, remembered the faint scent of pine wood and the strong smell of blood in his breath...
He froze in place, his thumb wiped the corner of his lips.
When he raised his eyes again, Bu Ning's face turned even redder.
When smelling: "… "
Bu Ning gave him another bow with an expression like "It seems you remembered it."
The information came fast and fast, and when I heard it, I didn't know which one to deal with first. He may have never been so sluggish in his life.
It's okay for Lao Mao to follow Xie and ask, how could Bu Ning know
As a result, Bu Ning gave him a third bow: "The entire Songyun Mountain is in the formation. I am the formation leader. Even if there is a blind eye formation, I can more or less perceive it."
After he finished speaking, he habitually said: "Ashamed, ashamed."
When smelling: "..."
But there was Xia Qiao, who stood by to look at you and him, and asked very ignorantly, "Brother, what are you playing with? Why can't I understand?"
none of your business.
Wen Shi turned his head and glanced at Xia Qiao, and he was about to speak out, when he suddenly remembered the puppet that he was afraid of being interrupted on the day of the seal, and let him go out to deceive the dust...
It was also clean and spotless, and because he was already out of control at that time, he couldn't care about the shape and appearance of the puppet thrown out, only a little subconscious thought.
Thinking of it this way, Xia Qiao was probably actually made by him.
So his words got stuck again, and he threw a sentence: "Don't listen if you don't understand."
After saying that, he continued to walk out the door.
On the contrary, Bu Ning comforted Xia Qiao: "No big deal, could you please take a look at the medicinal soup?"
Xia Qiao nodded obediently and accepted the job.
After comforting Bu Ning, he straightened up and asked, "Are you going to see Master?"
There was nothing wrong with these words, but in view of the things that had been said before, it was a bit meaningful when I heard it.
So he paused and replied, "No."
"Then you are going out—" Bu Ning was a little puzzled.
When I smelled it, three words jumped: "Look at Lao Mao."
Bu Ning: "… OK."
Maybe it's because of the vivid tone of the word "xing", when I heard that, when I went out, I suddenly asked something that could not be beaten by eight poles: "Senior brother, so this cage—"
Normally, you can't be so straightforward with the people in the cage until the last minute. After all, few people in the world can calmly accept this fact.
But Bunning is different.
However, Bu Ning's answer was unexpected, he interrupted gently: "This may not be a cage."
Wen Shi turned to look at him: "What do you mean? Not a cage?"
"At least it's not the kind of cage we usually see." Bu Ning added: "You and Master have been in a deep sleep for a while, so I don't know. We've been thinking about this for the past two days."
"you?"
"Oh, me and the two Zhang family members." Bu Ning doesn't often put his likes and dislikes on his face, and mentions Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin are always polite, "We've talked a bit. A normal cage is owned by the cage owner. The cage where it is located is wrapped in the center and the periphery.”
When he heard the word "Cage Master", Wen Shi stared at him and said "um".
Bu Ning smiled and said: "I know, you must have regarded me as the cage owner before, after all, my formation is here. Actually not."
"What is that?" Wen Shi heard his words, and suddenly had a vague guess in his mind.
Sure enough, I heard Bu Ning say: "I was thinking that the owner of the cage might be our Songyun Mountain. My formation hid and contained the entire Songyun Mountain, including the villages and people below the mountain."
He clenched his fist and said, "It's like a peach pit. The resentment that Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye have held for so many years is the black mist overflowing from the peach pit. Is this the same as the cage owner?"
Just replace a person with a mountain that wraps people.
"I thought that as long as the grievances on Zhong Sizhuangye's body were removed, the cage would be solved naturally. I didn't expect it to be a little bit short. What happened, the two Zhang family descendants took the initiative to go down the mountain to see it. It's not too late to discuss when they come back."
"Yeah." Wen Shi replied in a deep voice.
This cage still has to be released as soon as possible, after all... He has to find a more troublesome cage. His own spiritual appearance and dust are all in it.
"Okay, you can go see Master, but he may still—" Bu Ning put the cloth back on the table and turned around again, only to find that Wen Shi was gone.
Wen Shi hadn't been in this room for so long that when he stepped in and closed the door behind his back, he didn't even make a sound.
The effect is still there, he himself is dressed in a long cloud and snow coat, and his hair is neatly tied. The person on the couch sat with his eyes closed, the red blouse dangled from the edge of the couch, and the room was mixed with the faint scent of tea and medicine.
The candlelight on the table was dim and gentle, covering up the deep sickness of the person on the couch.
In an instant, it was almost an illusion when I smelled it.
It was as if he was still in Songyun Mountain, practicing puppetry day after day. During the day, I listened to the noise of the brothers and sisters, and I went back to the top of the mountain at night. I took a look at the people in the room by the bright moon and the lights. open.
And this long thousand years and all kinds of them are just a big dream.
Wen Shi stood with his back against the door for a long time, and finally raised his foot and walked to the edge of the couch.
He saw the hand under the shadow of the other party's sleeve robe, like a thin and desolate bone.
Wen Shi stared at it for a while, and couldn't help reaching out and holding it. It wasn't the touch he knew, it was so unfamiliar that it was confusing.
It was as if countless fine needles pierced into my heart silently, causing a dull pain.
He closed his eyes when he smelled, and suddenly heard Xie Wen's slightly hoarse voice whispering in his ears: "If I didn't wake up, would I not see someone sneaking into my room."