The next day, Yin Ci opened his eyes early.
Since the disappearance of the hanging tree and the destruction of the flesh statue, Shi Jingzhi has not vomited blood. The diligence and restraint of the headmaster Shi seemed to have disappeared with the hanging tree. He still practiced martial arts every day, but he never got up early, as if he wanted to make up for all the hardships in the past. Today, Shi Jingzhi let his long hair down, his face was close to Yin Ci's neck, and his hands held Yin Ci tightly.
Last night, Yin Ci had specially dispelled this person's doubts. At this moment, the headmaster was completely buried in the soft quilt, sleeping very soundly. The sunlight poured in from the window, making this person look particularly good. Thinking of Shi Jingzhi who used to cough up blood at any time, Yin Ci couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
As he sighed, he pinched Shi Jingzhi's nose.
The latter was tenacious and immediately opened his mouth and continued to sleep soundly. Yin Ci laughed and leaned over to give him a deep kiss. The head of the sect suddenly woke up, his eyes brightened surprisingly.
"I have somewhere to go today, you can sleep as you like tomorrow." Yin Ci shrank back, "I borrowed their kitchen this morning, just as a little compensation."
Shi Jingzhi stretched and stood up with great satisfaction: "Where are we going?"
The smile on Yin Ci's face faded a little. He turned sideways, letting the sunlight flow across his facial features. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Madam Sun's tomb."
Shi Jingzhi did not ask any more questions. He specially picked out a simple outfit and left Chi Gou early with Yin Ci. Yin Ci kept his word. He was determined not to interfere in the affairs of the mortal world and did not even intend to listen to the details of the "Conference of Good and Evil".
The two left Shafu and headed for the northwest desert border.
“…Mrs. Sun was not buried in the Sun family’s ancestral tomb.”
Yin Ci rented a horse and rode with Shi Jingzhi. Seeing that Shi Jingzhi remained silent considerately, he spoke first.
"I asked Huai Jin, and it was said that she didn't want to. Sun Wang, Marquis of Lie'an, was very famous, and this matter was not glorious. The Sun family kept it a secret. After so many years, it is estimated that there are not many people who even pay homage to her."
"How do you know where she is buried?" Shi Jingzhi sat behind Yin Ci, his arms around her waist. From this angle, he couldn't see Yin Ci's expression.
“Because they made an appointment.”
Yin Ci gripped the reins tightly.
Brother Yin, I have said hello to your sister-in-law. If I die too much, please remember to leave something behind. When your sister-in-law is gone, you can bury me here with her so that we can keep each other company.
… It’s hard to say for sure. What if I die before you
What are you talking about? You have a fairy-like face. I guarantee you will live longer than me.
"The northwest is remote and the fighting is fierce. If the enemy uses a battle formation, they may not leave behind a complete body... If she can't wait for Sun Wang to return home, she will be buried in the place closest to the battlefield."
If he couldn't find his way home, she would come and pick him up.
The northwest was their last battlefield, and he and Sun Wang returned victoriously. Madam Sun also lived a long life, praying to the gods and Buddhas every day, and she lived to a ripe old age with many children and grandchildren. However, in the end, she still couldn't find her lover.
While Marquis Lie'an was still alive, she left behind her magnificent mansion and her blood-related offspring to be buried alone in the northwest wilderness. Perhaps three hundred years ago, Madam Sun realized before anyone else that her true love was no longer here.
But she still wanted to wait for him.
Yin Ci jumped off his horse and walked to a vast wilderness. There were many unidentified passers-by buried here, most of them were casually erected as stone monuments. Among them, there was an old and neat one that stood out among the mess of stones.
But the tablet was still crude, with only a simple word "Sun" engraved on it.
Yin Ci opened the cloth bag he was carrying, offered incense, and then swirled his sword energy, shaking away the thick soil on the tomb.
Although the Sun family felt ashamed, they at least chose the best coffin. This place was extremely dry, and after three hundred years, the coffin was still intact. The bones in the coffin had long been dried and scattered, and were tangled in the faded shroud. Against the backdrop of the desolate ground and the whistling wind, it seemed particularly lonely.
Shi Jingzhi was a descendant of the Sun family, so without waiting for Yin Ci to speak, he silently washed his hands and put the bones in order.
"That's enough, Zizhu."
Yin Ci opened his backpack and took out a small bag of ashes from the dead. The bag of ashes was wrapped in plain silk and placed on the chest of the corpse along with a large bag of round stone beads. Yin Ci did not add any more gold or silver or sacrificial utensils. He closed the coffin and buried it. Fearing that the tomb would be dug up by tomb robbers, Yin Ci only slightly repaired the tomb and left a few fresh fruits in front of the tomb.
"Sun Wang, I did hate you."
Yin Ci opened a can of good wine and poured it on the tombstone.
"But if I were in your place, I would probably choose the same path. You and my sister-in-law left behind a beautiful photo of you back then, so your merits and demerits can be considered to offset each other. I will forgive you for the time being."
The fine wine slid over the rough stone, leaving behind a moist, dark color and waves of fragrant wine aroma.
"Now I have a family and a career, and I am living a carefree life. A hundred years from now, I will go down to settle this bad debt with you. Today, I will let you see first - after many twists and turns, I finally got my sweetheart. I put you in the coffin, but this person pulled me back to the world. You used to talk about my marriage every day, now take a closer look, is this the most beautiful woman in the world?"
The wind blew through the dead trees and rocks, leaving only a whimpering echo.
Shi Jingzhi placed a hand on Yin Ci's shoulder, not in the mood to make a fuss. Yin Ci's breathing was rarely stable, with grief and joy intertwined together. He didn't want to disturb Yin Ci, so he could only accompany him silently.
Although it is not very useful, he still has relatives like Xu Jingxing and Xu Jingming. Old man Sun has known him for a short time, and they have become closer in recent days, and they are like family members. For the past twenty years, he has been alone in the world. But now, he has both relatives and a lover, enjoying all the worldly connections.
But Yin Ci didn't have that much. Sun Wang to him, perhaps, was the last trace of nostalgia three hundred years ago.
Yin Ci sat in front of the tomb for a few sticks of incense, and Shi Jingzhi also held back for a long time. In the end, he couldn't help it, so he lit the incense himself and bowed to the tombstone.
"It is a pity that you two did not grow old together. Now that your revenge has been taken, I will spend the rest of my life with Zizhu."
Yin Ci seemed to have recovered, and said with a smile, "Why, Your Highness, you just accept the title of the most beautiful woman in the world?"
Shi Jingzhi glanced at him dimly, and bowed to the tombstone: "You two are my ancestors, and I have one thing to make clear - this person did not seduce me, I did it willingly. If you meet him in the afterlife in the future, please do not regard him as someone who deceives the younger generation."
Yin Ci: “…”
OK, this kid is still the most ruthless. Shi Jingzhi is indeed a descendant of Sun Wang, so he has nothing to say. Their life is sweet and sweet, but for some reason, the habit of teasing each other seems to be hard to change.
"Let's go back. I came to the northwest this time just to put an end to these things." Yin Ci played with the tip of Shi Jingzhi's hair. "It's only two hours to the west, and you can catch the evening market there... Who is it?!"
The moment he sensed the aura, Yin Ci plucked Shi Jingzhi's hairpin and threw it towards the source of the aura. The person who came here deliberately concealed his aura, which obviously showed that he had some skills.
Seeing that his tracks were exposed, the hidden person came out from behind the rocks. The man had a high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, and was wearing a Xilong military uniform. He was clearly a spy from Xilong.
Shi Jingzhi, who lost his hairpin, said: "…"
The man was followed by a small team, who obviously didn't expect that people from Dayun would come to this remote place. The Xilong soldiers were good at martial arts, and soon surrounded the two. Yin Ci narrowed his eyes and subconsciously protected Shi Jingzhi behind him.
The people of Xilong did not attack rashly, but communicated very quickly in the Xilong language.
"Are there any Daiun people here? Are they soldiers?"
"All the people buried here are people without status. The status of these two people is probably not that high. They are... Jianghu people. I know the flag on the right. It is the flag used by Jianghu doctors."
"Then kill them. There are only two people on the opposite side anyway."
"They have nice faces. Why not capture them and make them slaves? We can sell them for a good price."
"Then you have to have some skills." Yin Ci interrupted in authentic Xilong dialect. He had been bored for hundreds of years, and he even learned embroidery, not to mention the language of the neighboring country.
"Send the hairpin here, we can still discuss this matter." Shi Jingzhi spoke fluently in Xilong dialect. Yuzi was well-educated, and his true nature was exposed.
His hairpin! Even if it was a common item picked up from the Chi Gou Sect, it was a hairpin that Zi Zhu had put on for him personally!
At that time, the head of the sect selectively ignored the fact that Yin Ci threw the weapon out.
Xilong Soldier: “…”
Xilong dialect is very different from Dayun Mandarin, and very few people can understand it. These two people are definitely not simple.
"Kill!" The soldiers reached a decisive consensus.
Yin Ci sneered and moved forward empty-handed. He had no sword in his hand, but the sword wind was as sharp as a good weapon. Shi Jingzhi also ignited the golden fire without hesitation, and from the horse, he drew the medicine to the disease-eliminating flag, and the golden fire flames shot up into the sky.
Shi Jingzhi's internal strength was still terrifying, but not as inexhaustible as before, and had some mortal flavor. And Yin Ci's sword wind entangled with each other, and it actually brought out a faint silver glow.
Shi Jingzhi slowed down his movements and held his breath.
When they were fighting on the battlefield before, Yin Ci used his usual sword energy. After all, this habit lasted for a hundred years, and he was very good at it. Now, maybe it was because of his changed state of mind, but at this moment, Yin Ci's sword energy had a hint of internal strength.
Yin Ci himself seemed quite surprised. He was like a man who had been bedridden for years and now stood up and walked for the first time. Shi Jingzhi watched the inner strength go from unfamiliar and sluggish to immature and clumsy, and then to seamless and smooth.
But thinking about it carefully, this situation is not strange. Yin Ci lost his internal energy before, but it was just because the hanging wood was too big. After the meridians were connected, the little internal energy he cultivated was all lost. Now that the two of them are connected, the essence only circulates in the two bodies, and it actually strengthens each other, which is quite similar to the "double cultivation" in the storybook.
The sword energy was full of energy and freedom. The silver light rippled in the air like dense ripples of water, just like a summer rainstorm falling on a river. Wherever the rainstorm went, the soldiers of Xilong fell silently, and the silver light and blood light shone against each other.
…That was the appearance of “Yin Zizhu” a long time ago, before the Bone-Sweeping Sword was born.
This may be the best farewell to Sun Wang and his wife.
Shi Jingzhi couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, and the yang fire on the flag became a little stronger.
Fire and water entangled, and the glow illuminated the wilderness. Blood splattered everywhere, and all the spies from Xilong died in front of the tomb. Yin Ci drank half a jar of wine himself, took the enemy's head on the spot, and added some sacrifices to Sun Wang.
Shi Jingzhi pulled the hairpin out of the pool of blood and wiped it clean. The two smiled at each other, neither of them said anything.
"Zizhu, help me put it on."
"My hands will be covered in blood later." Yin Ci stood among the corpses, looking a little embarrassed. "Don't take this cheap stuff, I'll pick out a good one for you when we go to the evening market later."
"This one is pretty good, even if it's stained with blood." Shi Jingzhi leaned closer and lowered his head. "Come on."
Yin Ci couldn't persuade him, so he had to carefully tie up his cool and smooth hair.
"But I still have to buy what I need when I go to the evening market later," Shi Jingzhi muttered.
Yin Ci laughed: "Okay, as you say."
The sun was blazing, and the smell of wine and blood was steaming. The tombstone stood quietly, and a thin crack quietly cracked on the surface of the stone.
Like a smile.