When Ayin came back, halfway through the lunch on the table, Ayin went to the kitchen to fill a small bowl of white rice, and told Li Shiyi about the old tomb of Jinyun Mountain while adding vegetables.
Everyone listened without a word, but A Luo stopped his chopsticks when the word "A Ping" popped out and gave A Yin a deep look.
After eating, Li Shiyi went back to the house without explaining the next step. He closed the door and prepared for a whole day. On the second day, he simply used a few steamed buns in the room. When the sky was covered with Caixia, he held the slightly swollen one. The eyelid came out from the inside, his hand was in his trouser pocket, and he walked downstairs with small steps, followed by Song Nineteen who was lightly dressed.
Ah Luo listened to the play in the afterglow of the sunset, the gramophone went round and round, her babbling voice dangling from her soft eyes.
Li Shishi stepped forward and circled for half a circle: "Where's Ah Yin?"
Wu Qian flipped through a military book by the table: "I went to dinner with Mr. Aping."
A Luo pursed his pale lips and looked up at Li Shiyi: "Do you want to go up the mountain?"
She paused, then added, "She probably didn't know that you were going during the day."
She didn't know why she explained a sentence for her in a mysterious way, which seemed a little redundant in the relationship between Li Shiyi and A Yin, and also made her a little redundant.
Li Shiyi frowned and blinked twice. In the end, he didn't say anything. He just asked Arrow, "Are you going?"
Arro rested her chin in her hand, pondered, and said, "Now that the Shentu Token is in your hands, I can't do anything." She lowered her eyes desolately: "I'll wait for her."
This is the most humble and stubborn sentence she has ever said. She has been waiting for A Yin for so long that she is not sure if this is the last time.
Li Shiyi moved his lips, then closed his lip line, and made a "uh" soundlessly, crossing her to go out.
When the shadow passed Aro's face, she heard Aro call in a very low voice: "Aheng."
Li Shiyi stopped, and Aro didn't say anything. He slumped back into the Taishi chair, and listened to the song attentively.
But Li Shiyi was extremely sensitive to her unease. She lowered her graceful chin. She didn't pull out her hand to make any consoling gesture, she just replied, "Yeah."
She didn't deny Ling Heng's identity any more, A Luo felt much more at ease, and watched Li Shiyi take a long leg and stepped out of the threshold with Song Shijiu. The ancient small building fell silent again, the singing of the opera was gorgeous and absurd, and the voice of the hundreds of years was suspended, raised layer by layer, and stopped at the top of affection.
During the day, Jinyun Mountain was shrouded in mist, as if the container carrying the clouds had been overturned, and it was scattered in the forest. Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu followed A Ping's guidance and avoided the place where there was a shadowy formation yesterday, and went straight to the southwest along the path. As Li Shiyi walked, he made a mark on the road to confirm that he did not turn back, and then turned a small circle according to the mark, looking for a good place in Fengshui, and finally found what A Ping said in front of a bend in the water. 's tomb.
It is said to be an old tomb, but it is a cave covered with weeds. Outside the cave is a man-high boulder. Under the stone is a muddy water. A man-high grass pole is pulled out of the water. door.
Li Shiyi took out a dagger from his boots, chopped up the weeds neatly, and pushed the boulder away together with Song Shijiu, pushing only a small gap, and the two of them ducked in with a "cha" sound. The smell of sulphur suddenly appeared, and Huozhe ignited a small simple torch, and a faint light shadowed among the stone walls.
The south is different. The cracks in the rocks are very dry, the holes are very small, and they are very simple. There are no corridors and niches. The side seems to have collapsed, and there are some scattered stones. The tomb bag is abruptly and eye-catchingly placed in the center of the cave.
There was no tombstone in front of the tomb, not even a wooden sign. It stood up alone, strange and sad.
No name, no surname, no life, such solitary tombs are very common in the countryside, but this one stands in a cave that was deliberately hidden. The armor, and even the whistling of the wind has become a heartfelt swan song, and the grass and trees are its only decorations and the only burial objects.
A huge perseverance and sadness came from the grave and hit Li Shiyi on the shoulder, causing her to stop involuntarily. Song Nineteen looked at the grave, but his expression was empty, his right hand unconsciously caressed his left shoulder, and his fingers climbed up and touched his back.
When she just came in, she made a small "bang" as if she heard a bubble burst, something tore a hole when she came in, and then receded along her body like a tide.
She saw Li Shiyi come forward, squat down at the tomb, observed a small circle by the light of the fire, then stretched out a hand to pick up a handful of loess, then beckoned her to go over, handed the torch to her, lowered her head and put the cigarette in her sleeve. The rod was pulled out, stuffed with shredded tobacco, and skillfully placed.
The haunting smoke is like a drawn thread, attracting the past above the solitary tomb.
Li Shiyi didn't want to open the coffin, so he just tapped his finger on the edge of the loess and asked it, "Where did it come from?"
This solitary tomb has not talked to anyone for a long time, and even the smoke is very difficult to put together. Li Shiyi waited extremely patiently, and when it was ignorant, he reached out and tapped lightly.
It was the grave soil, the coffin that was hidden in it, and the perseverance that was unwilling to retreat for several years.
Knock on the coffin door and ask three times, first, where did you come from, second, where did you go, and third, why did the stone cave cover the solitary tomb, and the desolate vegetation was deep
It finally answered: "In the second year of Wanli, Zhongzhou."
Chungju? Song Nineteen thought about it, it was Zhongxian County in Chongqing today.
"Where are you going?"
The coffin was silent.
Li Shiyi was full of doubts. According to the rules, she could only ask three questions. She hesitated for a while while looking at the stunned smoke, and then asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"
Smoke twitched quickly as if struck by a kidnapper, and then fell into a terrifying silence.
Seeing that a cigarette was about to burn out, Song Nineteen asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"
Li Shiyi slowly exhaled, stretched out his hand to retrieve the cigarette rod, knocked down on the ground, shook off the excess shredded tobacco, and said in a low voice, "The soul has no place to return."
"Where the soul has no place to return?" Song Nineteen repeated with a breath of cold air. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the ground flying with sand and rocks, and the piled rubble rolled around like marbles, and quickly blocked the hole.
Li Shiyi's eyes narrowed, and he grabbed Song Jiu's wrist and ran out. Before the hole was sealed, he rolled out of the stone cracks. The cotton clothes rolled in the cement, and the mud splashed on his face like thin porcelain. .
Song Shijiu looked at the hole that was unbreakable by the gravel, stretched out his hand and pulled up Li Shiyi who was protecting her, grabbed his sleeves and wiped the mud spots on her face.
The two had no time to catch their breath in the future, and there was a rustling sound in the jungle again. Li Shiyi looked up and saw that the dome was blackened, the originally bright and numerous stars were covered by dark clouds, and the ghostly atmosphere spread from all directions.
The familiar white pole snake belly paraded across the ground like a parade, picking up the falling leaves, but Li Shiyi didn't confront it directly. He only hid in the middle of the two connected stones together with Song Shijiu, and held his breath to cover it up. whereabouts.
The white pole probed a few times, as if it had lost its direction. The headless flies generally poked three or two times in the air, and then slowed down.
Everything was quiet, the forest seemed to be condensed in ink blocks, silent and breathless, Li Shiyi glanced sideways, took out a handful of objects from his trousers pocket with his right hand, and lurked in the densely colored grass, pebbles far away. jump around.
Ye Bing carefully explored in the shadows of the trees. They had no eyes and no nose. Only the veins nourished by the wind had the ability to listen. .
From the southeast, I heard a rustling sound. After a short pause, a melodious and sharp whistle was blown. It seemed like a disdainful provocation.
The well-trained Ye Bing sprinted, the sharp blade of the white pole was faster than the human mind, and with a single poke, it ripped off a strong branch.
Ye Bing fluttered, but the whistle did not stop, and sounded closer.
Song Nineteen was stunned for a moment. He pulled the stone and looked to the right, only to see Li Shiyi's usual paper figurine lying on a leaf with his hands behind his head, Erlang's legs swaying, and humming a little song leisurely . After a while, it stood up, its legs dodged the hooks of the sneak attack, jumped to a higher branch, swayed on a beautiful swing, and then met Song Nineteen's surprised eyes and politely said hello. .
"Wow." Song Nineteen opened his mouth silently, blinked his right eye at the flexible paper figurine, and gave a heartfelt approval.
With a light tap on the back of his head, Song Nineteen pulled back, raised his eyebrows at the presence of Li Shiyi, moved his neck to embrace her arm, and asked her in a low voice, "When did you do it?"
The whistle sounded one after another, and all around, causing Ye Bing to be in chaos.
"When you sleep." Li Shiyi said.
Such diligence. Song Nineteen was a little embarrassed, and leaned his head on the stone. The crescent moon-like face was lower than Li Shiyi's, and his eyes looked like Chanjuan, and he swung on Li Shiyi's face with a bit of admiration.
Li Shiyi couldn't bear such a straightforward compliment, so he pursed his lips and hid the half-length pleasure in his eyes.
Song Nineteen looked around again and asked her, "How did you think of it?"
Li Shiyi said, "In the ancient book that my master left yesterday, there are puppet arts, grass and trees are all soldiers."
Although Ye Bing could listen to orders, he had no discerning thoughts, so he countered with puppets, and he could make it difficult to resist.
"Then what about your trick?"
"The sound of the wind."
Even with such a handsome name, the little man in Song Nineteen's heart couldn't help but applaud.
But she had grown up, but she didn't show anything on her face. She cleared her throat to answer, but suddenly a gust of wind came and whipped her close. Li Shiyi frowned, and was about to turn around to meet the enemy, but his wrists were suddenly clenched, and he was taken into the arms of a fragrant sleeve. A pair of cool hands gently pressed the back of her head, making her firmly lean on the opponent's. shoulder.
Li Shiyi paused for a while, then relaxed in the familiar atmosphere. She buried her head in cooperation, and Yu Guang glanced at Song Nineteen with one hand holding her, the other hand pushing out a palm, and bending five fingers at Ye Bing who was marching in front of him, his face slanted slightly, and the attack came abruptly. Stop, like a movement that has been cut off.
The wind stopped and the sand was quiet, Song Nineteen opened his half-squinted eyes, ignoring Ye Bing who was locked, only released Li Shiyi, suppressing the sudden heartbeat and looked at her.
She retracted her hand to support the stone wall in Liangjinjin, glanced at Li Shiyi's pale face, and said softly, "I have practiced this trick for a long time."
The hair on Song Nineteen's back was windless and automatic, evoking a shallow arc like a thought, and it was plated in the condensing moonlight, making her whole body exude a remaining beauty, but her deer-like expression was clearly traced. He was nervous, as if he was waiting anxiously for Mr.
She knew that she might not have the ability to stand side by side with Li Shiyi, but since she was determined to be a fellow traveler, she must try her best to take a bigger step behind.
Li Shiyi thought about Xiaolu's thoughts ten percent, so she blinked and smiled, and asked in a warm voice, "What is this trick called?"
Song Nineteen was stunned for a moment, and said honestly, "I never thought about it."
Li Shiyi hooked the corner of his mouth, and before he could say a word, he heard an old and heavy voice from the other side of the jungle: "Ignorance child, make fun of the old man!"
Li Shiyi's smile was condensed on his face, and he exchanged glances with Song Nineteen, then stood up and looked into the depths of the bushes.
Under the moonlight that has been like a day for hundreds of years, there is a silhouette like a pine, with a straight back, but the neck is bent by the years, and it is difficult to hold back. Although he is in good spirits, the wrinkles on his face and the silver threads all over his head are like annual rings, showing the imprint of the years. The old man is dressed in armor, and he is holding a white gun that is similar to a Ye soldier. The eyes gouged out on Li Shiyi's face.
Li Shiyi looked at her in her dying years, but he seemed to see a golden horse and a thousand arrows.
She stepped forward and sighed in a low voice, "General Qin."