Xuejian Wangchen fell into the ground fissure, shrouded in chill.
Inside the tomb, Jiang Yinghe handed the cup of tea he had poured earlier to the golden boy, and looked at the pink and jade-carved boy with his chin propped up, looking listless.
"What?" He pushed the teacup, "Are you sad after leaving your sister?"
The golden boy took the tea he pushed over, gulped down all the blue, green, and green tea, and said with drooping eyelids, "Our two souls are shared, and she can't be too far away from me."
Jiang Yinghe watched him drink all the tea from the Nether Realm, and became more and more curious about the taste of ghost cultivators, but he didn't ask, but said: "The true spirit of heaven and earth is condensed into a soul. How can the same soul give birth to two souls? consciousness?"
"Twins are relatives." Jin Tong said, "They are also rivals, from the womb."
He didn't have the consciousness of being restricted in mobility or being used as a bargaining chip at all. Instead, he stretched out his chubby little hand, hugged Jiang Yinghe's arm, lay on the table, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Perhaps because of the absence of the jade girl, his breath was a little weak.
Ghost cultivation itself has no weight, only when it is condensed into a solid body. Jiang Yinghe could feel the physical weight of the child.
Isn't he being a bad guy? How to start putting the baby to sleep...
Jiang Yinghe was a little distracted, and then noticed that the ghost energy outside was surging, crushing it like a storm, and Qin Jun's voice came from the sky, as if it was in his ears.
"A Buddhist cultivator who doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, dare to act presumptuously in the Netherworld?"
An extremely strong ghostly aura rushed over, swept over aggressively, and then—
It suddenly stopped in front of the Wangchen Sword.
The extreme gloom contrasted with the harsh whiteness, which separated to both sides like a screeching brake.
There was a sudden pause in the loud voice, and the next moment, the entire ancient tomb was sliced open horizontally by a sword energy, collapsing like ruins, but the flying dust and rubble inside did not hit Jiang Yinghe within a foot of his body.
In the dark vortex, Qin Jun appeared from mid-air and fell, his sharp aura suddenly let out. He stood not far from Jiang Yinghe, staring at Jiang Yinghe's figure in disbelief. The feeling of dreaming.
The person he was thinking of appeared in front of him, with a gentle expression and white clothes as before.
The little ghosts around had already fled in all directions when the sword energy split open the tomb, and the surrounding fields suddenly fell silent.
His murderous rage stopped abruptly at the ghost
The moment when Qi bumped into Wangchen Sword.
But just as Qin Jun took a step, Jiang Yinghe turned his head and glanced at him, and made a "don't move" gesture to him. Qin Jun immediately stopped in his tracks, fearing that the slightest disobedience would scare the other party away - he was as careful as a butterfly that landed in front of him.
It's hard to imagine that when people's minds are almost in a dream, they still have such terrible self-control.
Jiang Yinghe stretched out his hand, raised Jintong's head slightly, pulled out the sleeve of his outer robe from his fingers, then slowly put it down, and then stood up and looked at Qin Jun.
The jade girl followed behind Qin Jun. She looked at the beautiful woman inexplicably, then looked at the suzerain thoughtfully, and suddenly thought: the suzerain was finally tempted by beauty! She knew that no one could resist the charm of the great beauty.
It's just that at the moment, this kind of quietness is too unusual, it makes one's heart surge, and suddenly falls into an almost suffocating sense of illusion.
It wasn't until Jiang Yinghe withdrew his sleeves, took away the Wangchen sword stuck on the ground, and walked in front of him that Qin Jun suppressed his voice and said in a hoarse voice, "Master... you, aren't you leaving?"
Jiang Yinghe actually heard a hidden and painful pleading from it.
It was only then that he realized that this person who had always been extremely conceited would also reveal this side that was low in the dust.
Jiang Yinghe seemed to see the figures of the other two from him. Li Huanhan, who is more gentle, careful, forbearing and restrained than Qin Jun, is the first person to fill the black status bar. The more restrained and gentle Li Huanhan's skin is, the more jealousy and desire that he can't ask for are entangled and unsolvable, and his heartstrings are tense and shattered.
And under Chang Ye's well-behaved and obedient skin, there are cruel records in the history books. His achievements in the dark age are smeared with blood.
Jiang Yinghe raised his finger, put his lips to his lips and said softly, "Shh... the golden boy is asleep, let's go away and talk."
If it was before, he would still be angry at the other party's deception, and worried about the cultivation method of the ghost cultivator devouring the soul, but now—
He had already sensed Qin Jun's intentions, and guessed that there was indeed a lack of love in his heart, and because of the matter of Styx, he needed to have a good discussion with him. After adjusting his mentality a few times, Jiang Yinghe was not particularly angry.
Not only because of the situation, but also because of Jiang Yinghe's own personality. He was never soft on the evil cultivators who endangered him, but he couldn't really turn against the apprentices who had been with him for a long time.
Jiang Yinghe has always wanted to lead them to
Good direction, he doesn't believe in destiny, let alone give up.
The jade girl stayed with the golden boy, and after Jiang Yinghe retracted the Wangchen sword, the two walked side by side for a certain distance, passing the barren mass graves, the resentful soul spring where ghosts wailed, and stopped at the riverside of the River of Death.
Looking around from the riverside, you can still see the chasm-like crack in the middle.
Jiang Yinghe stared at it for a long time, and asked, "Both Huanhan and Changye are in the Netherworld?"
Qin Jun stared at his side face: "Yes."
"Don't tell them yet," Jiang Yinghe thought of those two people. One was haunted by demons and his behavior was unpredictable, and the other was sweet and scheming. He didn't want to deal with such a complicated situation for the time being. "They know it's time to be lively again, so let me be quiet for a few days.... In this sword mark that splits the river, it's not only your sword aura... but also the remnant glow of everything?"
Qin Jun said: "It's not the eclipse of all things, Li Huanhan's sword is called Ji Mie."
"... Mmm." Jiang Yinghe took a breath, "It's all fake, I should have known."
Wanwu Canxia and Junzitie are both sword weapons given by him, and they are known as swords in the Jianjian scroll, but they are only allocated to them, which is not enough after all. Blood River Demon Lord's saber is called Ji Mie, and Qin Jun's saber is even more famous, and it is a well-known cutting sword of all ethnic groups.
Qin Jun couldn't see him saying such lonely words, as one of the culprits, but he had no comfort, and dared not say anything.
"Where is Chang Ye's?" Jiang Yinghe focused his attention, remembering that he had never seen Chang Ye use a soft sword, but Chang Ye carried it with him, "His talisman, could it be that flute?"
"Yes." Qin Jun looked at him and said, "It's called Duan Sheli, but I heard from him before that the name was changed and it wasn't originally called this. And with the heart of that monster, he didn't abandon his feelings, cut off The patience of dust wish."
Jiang Yinghe nodded, looked at the bank of the vast river, and watched the ferryman of the Styx resting at the stern of the boat. He thought for a while, but he couldn't see any emotion from his expression. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and said, "Why don't you restore the river of rebirth? Since you all know that the heavens don't approve of you, and you know that you shouldn't do things that reverse the world's movement, how about you?" Do you want to continue to torment?"
Qin Jun reached out his hand, carefully touched Jiang Yinghe's fingers, slowly took Master's hand in his palm, and said, "I'm too anxious, I can't take care of this for a while."
"What's the use of looking for me in a hurry, I'm more important than this?" Jiang Yinghe didn't refuse, but he didn't look at him either, "I often teach you to have a clear heart, and I always feel that the relationship between you and me as a teacher and student is pure and clean , not a trace
Impurities. But I just found out about one thing, and suddenly felt that maybe I... have guilt in my heart, but I can't detect it now. "
What he said was cryptic and did not tell directly. But Qin Jun still sensed something unusual. He slowly clenched Shizun's knuckles, and said in a low voice: "I made a mistake first, I ended up going astray, and I can't turn back. For you, this is almost an inevitable disaster, Shizun What guilt do you have?"
He didn't say a lot, and he wanted to beg the other party to stay by his side and not leave him, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't say anything.
Every second after Jiang Yinghe left, he felt that his mind was about to split. One half wanted to forcibly trap him, possess him, and let him stay by his side forever, while the other half kept regretting, why? I will treat Master like that.
Could it be that after the identity was exposed, the wronged person turned the table and regretted the game. Can't even learn to respect each other
You must first learn to respect before you can learn how to like others. This is what Jiang Yinghe once told him. But only when Shi Zunxin appeared in front of him, did Qin Jun think clearly.
Jiang Yinghe didn't know the change in his mentality, and sighed: "Jun'er, if you are in the dark and there is a moonlight in front of you, you can naturally love and lust, but you have to chase after the place where the moonlight shines, instead of dragging the light in front of you. In the darkness around you, can you understand?"
This claim came a little late, and there was a feeling of being different for so many years.
"I..." Qin Jun's words suddenly stopped, and his tone slowly dropped from tense, "I understand...it's too late."
"It's not too late." Jiang Yinghe shifted his eyes and stared at the sparkling river, "...it's not too late for you to understand."
He didn't seem to want to continue talking, but said: "Repairing the Styx, I'm afraid even you will have to spend a lot of effort. Just treat it as my request, for... for myself."
"Isn't it for the sake of all beings in the world?"
Jiang Yinghe laughed when he was asked, coughed lightly, and said, "I don't want to be a savior, I don't want to be a benefactor. And in the final analysis, I also have my share in the troubles you caused. Let's just think it's for my education... But luckily , You didn’t put me in a small black room and talk to me in detail.”
Qin Jun asked: "What if... I mean, if I really did that, what would happen?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't really want to answer this question, so he didn't say it, but relaxed a little, and joked with him: "Why don't you tell me what I can do to help when repairing the Styx River, or, tell me if
If I ask you to cease war with the Tianmo Cult and recall all wandering souls in the world, will the Sovereign listen to me? ... But even if you are obedient, I have nothing to promise you. "
He turned his gaze, met a pair of deep and focused eyes, and heard the other party's deep voice.
"... As long as Master is by my side, I don't need to do anything else, I will restore the Styx and stop the war with all parties." The words hesitated here, and then continued, "But if you want...can you give me a kiss?" ?”
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback.
That feeling reappeared, as if everything was ready for the prelude, and the strings were played to the most extreme and moving place, and then suddenly stopped. It's as if the boiling water is churning in the pot, but it falls into the ice cave in an instant. He seemed to be able to feel everything, he could hear the reverberating echoes in the empty valley, the fireworks exploding on the tip of his heart... But he seemed to be unable to feel anything, everything was empty and peaceful before climbing to the extreme.
In the end, nothing.
He took a breath gently, as if reaching out for the first time to try out the tentacles, more like exploring the part that he was really missing, and raised his hand to support Qin Jun's shoulder.
he asked in a low voice.
"What you want...is this?"
Qin Jun heard his gentle and introverted voice, and then, those slightly cool lips touched up, as light as water, just like the cold dew condensed on the branches and leaves in late autumn, and kissed him gently.
The spine made of steel will always surrender to tenderness.
Qin Jun's palm pressed his waist, but he didn't dare to make any other movements. He has always been arrogant, frivolous and arrogant, even arrogant, and only bowed his head when kissing him.
The wings of the dragonfly fly low over the water.
Jiang Yinghe could clearly feel the waves on the water surface, and after the ripples widened, they stopped in his heart, and he lost the qualification to be emotional. He closed his eyes, separated half an inch from the other party, and said, "... I can't do this."
"Can't... what?"
"Penglai stands upright and upholds integrity. I will die from the beginning. I... I would rather be with you as mentor and apprentice forever than do things that will make me feel guilty for the rest of my life."
"Master?"
Just as Qin Jun had imagined, Jiang Yinghe's waist was narrow and thin, and when it covered him, it was too light and light, and he could easily escape from his fingertips with just one turn.
He looked at the back of the other party, and in front of him was the sparkling blue river Styx. In his eyes and in his heart, there was only these three feet of snow-white.
Qin Jun knew that he had done something wrong, but it was the first time he felt it.
He was so wrong.
The silence lasted for a long time. It turns out that in the Netherworld, there can also be such a peaceful and peaceful scene. Qin Jun watched Jiang Yinghe sit by the river, his snow-white sleeves dipped in the water of the Styx River.
He heard the other party's soft words.
"I can't spoil your thoughts." Jiang Yinghe said, "If I really have affection, it can only be given to one person, not..."
He himself didn't want to admit that he had that moment of turmoil and emotion for each of them, but he still couldn't comprehend the reason. But when he really found out the reason, he felt guilty instead.
Qin Jun stared at his back for a long time, and something flashed in his mind as if he couldn't grasp it. Without thinking much, he asked directly: "What does it mean to be able to have affection, Master... can't you have it now?"
He never heard Jiang Yinghe's answer, but only saw the other party's frosty fingertips dipping into the Styx River, and the river water rippled slightly in all directions, and the waves scattered.
At the bottom of the Styx River, there are broken true spirits that cannot be reborn, rising and falling, washing away the dust.
With his back turned to him, Jiang Yinghe said, "You have the right to know about this matter. But... I don't have time to ask the details. It's quiet here, so I can just ask."
He took out the communication token, refilled his spiritual power, and directed the direction to Dongzhou Penglai.
The author has something to say: I have kissed, your ink-colored hair tail was once the softest water I have ever caressed. — Lyrics "You Are the Poem I Wrote"
Qin Jun: dbq, I am the one who does not know the heights of the heavens and the earth, Master, I am wrong...