Yin Ci was stunned by the words "You're back" and forgot to breathe again.
Even though he knew before that Shi Jingzhi was 99% likely to be a mute, he kept this thought firmly in his heart. Yin Ci was afraid that the accident of "just a coincidence" would come true and shatter his luck again.
The lights in the old house in front of me are dimmed, and there are monsters surrounding the door, but it seems like an unreal dream.
After stumbling through the mortal world for hundreds of years, Yin Ci finally felt a hint of the goodwill of "fate". The goodwill was so intense that he subconsciously retracted his hand and became suspicious.
"Little mute?"
Yin Ci cleared his dry throat and tried to ask directly, but the sound he made was much smaller than he expected. He thought that the meridians in his body had long been dead, but at this moment, a warm current flowed up his spine, bringing a pricking sensation all the way.
Shi Jingzhi's embrace tightened.
The restriction has been lifted, the fog in front of his eyes has dissipated, and Shi Jingzhi has never been so clear-headed.
That extremely strong desire was still dormant in his heart. It changed from a blind beast to an obedient wolfhound and could no longer shake his thoughts.
However, at this moment, Shi Jingzhi didn't know what to say. His tongue, which was usually very agile, froze in his mouth, turning into a piece of dead wood that didn't know what was good for it.
He wanted to explain the "death separation" at one moment, and then thought it would be better to directly sue the national teacher. Feeling Yin Ci's body temperature close to him, he felt sad and wanted to tease, "Now I won't recognize my disciple as my father", but this sentence was suppressed by "How have you been in recent years?"
Shi Jingzhi wished he had eight heads, each of which could talk about something different and pour out everything he had just said.
Unfortunately, his throat seemed to be blocked by these trivial words, and only a short "hmm" came out.
How amazing, Shi Jingzhi thought.
When he was three years old, he wanted to hug Yin Ci, but his two arms were not enough to close them. Now he held the person in his arms, and even had enough space to raise his hands and comb the person's hair.
Yin Ci shuddered slightly, his body stiffened, and he didn't say another word. Compared to before, judging from the way they were hugging, the two seemed to have changed positions.
But the vitality and warmth remain the same as always, and it seems as if nothing has changed.
How could such a good thing happen in the world
A strange thought occurred to Yin Ci—perhaps Shi Jingzhi was already dead, and he accidentally went crazy. The peaceful scene in front of him didn't seem real, but was just an illusion in his madness.
He grabbed Shi Jingzhi's clothes tightly, accidentally grabbing the flesh under the clothes, and did not dare to restrain his strength. Yin Ci was afraid that if he let go, the person in front of him would turn into smoke, quicksand, or something he could no longer hold.
Shi Jingzhi was squeezed so hard that he gasped, and finally his throat was cleared. He did not struggle, but instead opened his mouth and babbled, determined to make up for the silence of twenty years ago.
"There are no flowers in the north. When we return to the Central Plains, I will go find some for you. If you encounter a flower demon this time, I can poke a bunch of them with a flagpole, and you can take as many as you want."
"I remember why I'm afraid of ghosts. Ah Ci, you told me so many ghost stories back then, so spooky that even the ban couldn't contain them..."
…
While he was chattering, Shi Jingzhi's eyes swept across the dim formation, the few remaining corpses, and Yin Ci's blood-stained coat.
The smell of an old corpse was slightly stronger, slightly different from a newly dead "corpse". Chen Qianfan's face was only surprised, not angry, and he thought that the "corpse" was not an innocent living person.
He could probably guess where they came from.
Shi Jingzhi's expression darkened, but he did not blame Yin Ci for hurting himself, nor did he pursue the issue of immortality.
He just recalled the warm moments from twenty years ago one by one, and narrated them softly and continuously, until the person in his arms slowly came back to his senses and was no longer as stiff as a stone.
Shi Jingzhi had just broken through the restriction, and was already mentally weak and physically frail. Talking was exhausting, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but relax his body, turning the hug into a leaning on each other.
"…Okay, take a break."
Yin Ci sensed the other party's fatigue. Smoke and sand don't get tired. He didn't think he could be so crazy, so he had to turn his confusion into relief.
He let go of Shi Jingzhi and wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve. When he was almost done, he looked closely at Shi Jingzhi's face, as if they were meeting for the first time, and he wanted to engrave this face firmly in his mind.
"How are you?"
Yin Ci looked at the man for a long time, and then realized that it was a bit inappropriate to just stare, so he made small talk. He even tried to pretend to be calm as usual, but if his voice was not broken and hoarse, Shi Jingzhi would really believe it.
Shi Jingzhi glanced at the corpse not far away, and his heart twitched. He didn't know how this person could have the nerve to ask such a question - if he was immortal, wouldn't he feel any pain
The headmaster didn't care whether Yin Ci lived for 200 years or 20 years, or whether it was Su Zhi or Yin Ci. At that moment, he just felt that his apprentice had made him worry about him, and he felt half pain and half anger.
So he fell back and said truthfully: "Not good."
Yin Ci was a little nervous and reached out to feel Shi Jingzhi's pulse, but Shi Jingzhi quickly pulled his hand back and refused to let him take his pulse.
He carried Old Man Chen on his back and lip-synced.
I have lived for more than 20 years. The first person who was kind to me was Ah Ci. You may be the last person who was kind to me before I die. Now you cut yourself into a blood gourd. How can I be good
"Cut yourself into a bloody gourd"
Yin Ci reacted instantly, this man was not simply regaining his original desire. Shi Jingzhi had witnessed his battle with the giant monster, and maybe he guessed something...
There were two crisp sounds.
Old man Chen in front of the wooden platform couldn't stand seeing the two of them being so sticky, so he gave each of them a slap. Yin Ci was sitting on the screen concentrating on thinking about important matters, and it was the first time he received such treatment, and he almost couldn't hold back his anger.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? That's enough. It's already too late. You keep nagging."
Chen Qianfan skillfully ignored the murderous intent. After he finished spitting at Shi Jingzhi, he poked his eyes at Yin Ci.
"This kid is not going to die anyway, so he doesn't need you to see him off to his grave. What are you doing standing here? I need materials for my living puppet spell, so why don't you get out and do your job!"
Shi Jingzhi was acting out of character. He did not continue to stick to his apprentice, but teamed up with Old Man Chen to drive the people away. Sect Leader Shi lay straight back on the wooden frame and said righteously, "Senior Chen is right. The situation is critical, and we should focus on the important matters."
Yin Ci didn't know what was considered "real business" for a moment.
Is there anything more important in the world than regaining twenty years of loss
If Yan Qing and Shi Zhongyu were not still outside, he would have risked everything to tear the secret book into pieces, and then come back to interrogate Shi Jingzhi. If the timing was not right, he would not have wanted to let this kid out of his sight.
What if I lose it again
Compared to Yin Ci, who was worried about gains and losses, Shi Jingzhi, who was naturally addicted to sex, was surprisingly calm. He seemed to be just recalling the past and thinking of someone he hadn't seen for a long time. Under the sinister restrictions, there seemed to be no intense love or hate, nor the haze of conspiracy.
"Go ahead." Shi Jingzhi urged calmly.
It seemed that they couldn't sit down and talk properly until the current matter was resolved. Yin Ci looked left and right, and there was no trace of the child who had clung to him at the beginning.
So he could only sigh, change into a clean coat, and stride into the wind and snow.
However, behind Yin Ci, Shi Jingzhi turned his head again. Granny Wei was not outside, and no one closed the front door. He stared at Yin Ci's figure gradually getting smaller and farther away in the wind and snow.
He stretched out a hand with his five fingers spread out, just enough to cover the other person's tall back.
Then Shi Jingzhi slowly tightened his fist, and finally a smile of determination appeared on his face. This time, he ignored the old man Chen who was watching, and didn't care whether this smile was "normal".
The desire was there, and he knew how to get it.
On the road of life, he no longer stumbled to escape from death, but rushed towards the destination of his own choice - after more than 20 years, he finally found a heart that could touch the hearts of others.
"Senior Chen, I'm counting on you to remove the Living Puppet Curse. Please act quickly, I want to deal with the secret book together with my disciple."
He wanted Yin Ci to keep this person by his side, not as his private property, but as a "person" with blood and tears.
He wanted to live, more than ever before.
At the same time, Yidu.
The spring breeze treats everyone equally and passes directly through the red gate of the Imperial Master’s Mansion.
Jiang Youyue put down his brush and looked at the shrine not far away. The bonsai on the shrine moved without wind, and the tiny flower buds burst open, and the scarlet petals swayed slightly. The sweet fragrance of the flowers contained a faint fishy smell.
Jiang Youyue was stunned for a moment, then sighed with a complicated expression.
"Master, has the restriction left by our master been lifted?"
Jiang Youyue's subordinates were still wearing sacrificial masks, and there was a hint of worry in their respectful tone.
"good."
"Shi Jing's life is hanging by a thread, and he was originally trying to survive. Now that he has discovered his true intentions, he might abandon the near and seek the far, and even become an enemy of us..."
"It is difficult to defy fate."
“If destiny is hard to defy, why did Master go against the will of Heaven and seal his fate?” The masked man seemed to have a resistance to the word “destiny”.
Jiang Youyue raised his eyelids and said, "Do you know what 'original desire' is?"
The masked man looked at his master with a hint of doubt on his face. This question was very simple to him, but when his master asked it seriously, he didn't dare to answer it casually.
Jiang Youyue: "'Original desire' is not something that is determined by destiny. How can you go against it?"
The masked man choked and said, "Master, please teach me."
"The desires of the world are too numerous for the mortal body to bear. The technique of settling desires is a technique that the saints have developed themselves. When you first encounter the most wonderful thing in the world, you set your original desire. By focusing on one point, you will not be easily disturbed by all desires and can maintain your mind."
"Young men have set desires, and their minds are already formed, so it is difficult to interfere. But a three-year-old boy is different. My master sealed his original desires and dulled his mind. He can resist all desires, but his original desires are vague and do not consume all his energy, so we can easily tame him."
Jiang Youyue made a hand gesture in the air, and all the flowers on the shrine were shattered, with petals falling all over the ground.
"Shi Jingzhi is not like Queen Milan, who wasted her first sixteen years in a muddle-headed way. Nor is he like Yan Budu, who acted recklessly and without any plan in his life."
"Now the great achievement has been made, everything is ready, only the east wind is lacking. How much that person knows, whether there is a 'heart' in the shell... It has nothing to do with the great cause of the saint."