The shiny white sword bone is warm and cool to the touch, holding it in the hand is like holding a piece of fine jade.
It's just that as the profound energy in the house was sucked away by the talisman, the outline of the exquisite little sword in the sword bone also quietly dimmed, and impurities reappeared, covering the little sword.
Xie Ziyou held up the sword bone and looked it up carefully before his eyes, then curled his fingers and flicked it a few times.
… solid, smooth, thin and slender, it is a very spiritual bone.
Other than that, nothing special.
Bored, Xie Ziyou tossed up the bone, caught it firmly, and copied it in the palm of his hand. He handed the bone to the tip of his nose, and his small nostrils twitched slightly, but he couldn't smell anything special.
Resisting the urge to stuff the bone between his teeth and take a bite, Xie Ziyou complained to the system: "How does this thing work, can Xie Heng hear what I'm saying?"
The system hesitated: "... Maybe?"
Xie Ziyou raised the sword bone to his ear, pressed it against his cheek, and whispered like a phone call: "Hello, hello, Xie Heng?"
No one answered.
Prohibition Talismans were pasted inside the house,
The system said: "Youyou, can you speak louder?"
Xie Ziyou clenched his lips, his heart beat, and he raised his voice: "Xie Heng, come quickly! Someone is going to kill me, come and save—"
He yelled the first few words clearly, but the back gradually fell down, and the sentence "help me" was twisted between his teeth, and he couldn't say it. The young man's face was reddish, he hesitated for a moment, and said vaguely: "Help, save..."
System: "... poof."
Xie Ziyou's face was red, and he put the bone into his palm with his backhand, his round eyes slightly stared: "Why are you laughing! What time is this, are you still in the mood to laugh?"
He held the spirit bone and rubbed it for a while, shrunk to a corner where no one was around, and stared at the system to signal the system not to listen, while he leaned sideways and lowered his head, muttering a lot to the bone, the expression on his reddish and clear cheeks changed, after a while He raised his chin proudly, then drooped his brow in distress for a while.
The spiritual bone remained unchanged, and even the outline of the small sword inside became darker.
Xie Ziyou frowned slightly.
Does this thing actually work
He bent his slender fingers and tapped on the bone a few more times. Suddenly, his heart moved, and he turned his head as surprised as he found the New World, and shouted to the system: "Quick, come and touch it. Do you think this bone has become hot?"
"... Youyou, did you warm your palm?"
Xie Ziyou: "..."
Disappointed, the young man threw his spirit bone back onto the bamboo pillow, slumped over on the soft bed, froze for a moment, struggled to turn over, and looked up at the vermilion beams.
What synesthesia, it's just nonsense.
That bastard Xie Heng has always been unreliable, he should have expected it!
"Youyou, don't be discouraged." The system landed on the curtain beside Xie Ziyou, and comforted softly, "Maybe it's just that we haven't found the usage. This telepathy...maybe it depends on the communication of consciousness?"
Xie Ziyou was stunned for a moment, then turned around with a gulp.
"You mean... meditation?"
…
Inside the Xuanling Sect, the night was intoxicating, and Xie Heng, who was begged by Xie Ziyou, was lying quietly on the bed, breathing evenly and long.
The quilt was kicked aside, revealing the boy's slender and healthy legs, the moonlight diffused over the wrists and ankles, and climbed onto the beautiful wheat-colored skin.
But in his sleep, Xie Heng still frowned, tossing and turning restlessly.
According to past experience, he is most likely to communicate with spiritual bones when morning and evening are intertwined. Although it was triggered passively against his wishes, Xie Heng had to admit that habit is a terrible thing, like a drug, like fine wine, it is addictive.
The feeling of being quietly by Xie Ziyou's side is even more so. Every time he catches a glimpse of Xie Ziyou's Qingjun face from the perspective of the sword bone, it is like a trickle flowing from the bottom of his heart, turning the spring breeze into rain and moistening things silently.
Reassuring.
But since the two were separated in the secret realm, Xie Heng never triggered this kind of synesthesia again.
He was concerned about Xie Ziyou's safety, and he thought that the secret realm had gradually faded out of the public's sight in recent days, and the young monks went back to their homes, so he should be able to reconnect with Xie Ziyou.
But Xie Heng sat quietly on the bluestone, from the sky filled with sunlight, until the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, until the singing birds fell asleep, but the synaesthesia that should have come did not come.
Xie Heng instinctively felt something was wrong.
Lying on the bed tossing and turning, before falling asleep, the boy's last thought was still: I can't delay going to the Xie Mansion any longer. I'll leave immediately after I say hello to my father and senior brothers and sisters tomorrow...
Closing his eyes, Xie Heng had an eerie dream.
In the dream, there was a large piece of dark fog. Strange creatures drifted by, invisible and invisible, but the pressure was as heavy as a mountain, and they pressed down on Xie Heng. The black crow fluttered, and with a dry and hoarse voice, it flew past his head and never returned.
A panic enveloped him, as if an invisible big hand was tightly grasping his tender heart, Xie Heng staggered and ran, but he could never get out of the fog.
But in the dark, he always heard soft sobs, and the crisp voice was full of panic, calling out intermittently: "Save me, Xie Heng, save me!"
The voice is very familiar.
Xie Heng looked around in a daze.
In the dream, his thinking was slow, and his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of white mist, but the young man was unrelenting and tried hard to think hard.
He always felt that the shout sounded like a very important person, more important than his life, if he ignored it, he would regret it—
Suddenly, a thought flashed in Xie Heng's mind, like a thunderbolt breaking through the sky covered in thick clouds, and splitting down a majestic white awn.
It's Xie Ziyou!
The moment this name appeared, Xie Heng opened his eyes suddenly, his pupils shrinking sharply.
— woke up with a fright.
The young man suddenly turned over from the bed and clutched his chest panting, only to realize that he was covered in cold sweat, and the window next to him was not closed, the night wind howled in directly, and the slightly damp underwear was blown by the cold wind, making it cool. If cold.
He hugged his head tightly in pain, and pressed his temples with both hands, trying to relieve the almost convulsive pain in his scalp.
Fortunately, the headache came and went faster, and disappeared in an instant.
Xie Heng panted heavily, in shock and uncertainty.
...was it a nightmare
The dark night is vast, and suddenly a dark cloud drifts past, blocking the stars and the moon, and casting a dead shadow on the side of the window. The shadow also fell on the side of Xie Heng's face, covering his deep eye sockets, slightly sharp eyebrows, and the straight bridge of the nose.
The young man frowned tightly, thought for a moment, and stood up decisively.
He grabbed the black brocade robe with dark patterns from his side, draped it on his body indiscriminately, stuck his feet into the leather boots, picked up a long sword from the corner of the wall, and ran straight out the door with his hair fluttering.
Rather than saying it was a dream, Xie Heng believed it was a kind of mysterious intuition, a hint of a consonant heart.
He didn't doubt the seven orifices. Firstly, according to common sense, the change of physical aptitude is definitely not a one-day effort, but should be a long-term effort, and secondly, he knows that Xie Ziyou has not integrated the sword bone into his body. A piece of paper.
Xie Heng was worried about the secret realm.
Did those snow-white flowers and colorful treacherous rivers have an unknown influence on Xie Ziyou
- He can't wait for a moment, he wants to see Youyou immediately.
If he was thinking too much, at most it would be an oolong.
But what if Youyou is really in danger
Xie Heng didn't dare to gamble.
Even if it was a one in ten thousand possibility, putting it on Xie Ziyou would make him tremble with fear.
…
The road down the mountain is bleak and winding, rugged, with shadows of trees on both sides of the road, and broad leaves and branches layered on top of each other, covering the sky and the sun.
Xie Heng was restless and stumbled, stepped into potholes several times and almost fell down.
But after turning a corner, the vast ancient trees were pulled back like a curtain. Xie Heng glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and saw a stone house standing quietly on the edge of the cliff in the depths of the mountain forest.
The candles in the house were brightly lit, and there were many people, and some people were squatting on the tiles on the roof, prying up the tiles and looking into the house.
The candlelight flickered, vaguely reflecting a pretty and elegant face of the man on the roof.
Looking at it from a distance, Xie Heng hesitated and said: "Seven... senior sister?"
The figure turned his head sideways, a cold light flashed in his hand, but it was a long sword.
The sky was dim, Seventh Senior Sister squinted her eyes, looked around for a long time, and asked in surprise, "Little Junior Brother?"
Her voice was cold, but her face was flustered. While anxiously carrying the long sword behind her back, she stepped on the bricks and tiles under her feet, and shouted into the room: "Little brother is here!"
"Little brother?"
"The junior brother is here!"
"Hurry up, bring the little junior brother in, he is the person involved, let him see how our plan is!"
"Wait, give me the pen, this place hasn't been changed yet, here we need to add dragons and phoenixes to pull chariots!"
"Where can I find dragon and phoenix for you about bullshit?"
The room was suddenly noisy, figures were shaking, and tables and chairs were dragging and making a harsh "squeak" sound.
The door of the stone house was knocked open suddenly, and several people rushed out, heading straight for Xie Heng.
It was the group of senior brothers and sisters he had newly recognized.
This is a coincidence, Xie Heng thought to himself, he could tell his senior brothers and sisters about his going out, which just saved him from making an extra trip to Xie Tianwang's place and saved time.
But he didn't have time to speak at all, the fourth senior sister was graceful and graceful, walking like a snake, she tightly held Xie Heng's arm as soon as she came up, and said with a coquettish smile: "Little brother, I don't rest so late, but I'm bothering you about the marriage robbery." ?”
"Don't worry, the senior brothers and sisters have already arranged for you, and I promise to give you the most gorgeous, spectacular, and most powerful marriage snatching battle!"
Xie Heng: "???"
The sentence "I want to go out to save people" was choked in my throat before I could say it.
Choking on his own saliva, the young man covered his mouth and coughed violently, Junyi's brows and eyes were rounded, he coughed and said in disbelief: "What? Robbery, marriage?"
"That's right!"
The third senior brother shook his folding fan lightly, and strolled out of the courtyard. Shi Shiran walked up to Xie Heng, and gracefully handed over a drawing to the young man's astonished gaze.
The drawing is huge, it seems to be spliced together from several sheets of rice paper, with messy patterns drawn on it, and six or seven kinds of handwriting mixed together, Xie Heng confusedly recognized it for a long time, but did not recognize any of the descriptions.
"Don't understand?" The third brother pouted, "I just said that the second child's handwriting is too ugly! It's okay, little brother, come here, and the brother will explain to you slowly."
"In the center is a chariot made of pure gold, surrounded by flint stones to clothe the formation, which means that the sun is rising and the light is shining."
"A bright mirror is hung on the car window. The elder brother is responsible for dealing with the weather of the day. Whether it is rainy or cold, he will use the sword of the sun to split the clouds to ensure that the sun will shine on the mirror and spar .”
"The moment you enter the stage, ninety-nine cannon salutes will be fired - the Fifth Sister is in charge. She has been studying mechanism techniques for several years, and has already improved the folk firecrackers, so that you will be able to ride on the colorful lights and dominate the world. Pneumatic rivers and mountains."
"Fourth Junior Sister is good at rhythm, let her play a joyful song for you, enter the Tao with sound, and seduce people's hearts, it will surely make your sweetheart happy and forgetful."
"The sixth younger brother hid in the chariot and swayed flower petals outward. In order to help you create momentum, he has already picked off all the spiritual flowers in the private garden. These petals are nourished by profound energy and bloom for several months without withering. They are scattered as flower petals also the same… "
The third senior brother pointed to the blueprint, eloquently, and his expression became more and more intoxicated, almost immersed in the picture in his mind.
Xie Heng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and finally looked at the brother's panting effort, and interjected: "No, senior brother and sister, who told you that I want to marry you?"
Everyone turned their heads and pointed.
Pointing to a figure clinging to the base of the wall outside the stone house, hunched over, trying to slip away quietly.
Everyone's eyes met, like a kilowatt searchlight, Pei Yunyin's embarrassed expression was clearly illuminated. Seeing that there was no hope of escape, the young man looked up helplessly, forced a wry smile at Xie Heng, and waved.
"… Hey."