Su Qingyi hugged Shen Zhu and walked to Xiaoshi Town. After talking about the situation with Yun Xuzi, Yun Xuzi said: "Then when will you come back?"
"I will bury my senior brother, rest for a day, and then I will come back."
She replied with some numbness, then gently put the Shenzhu beside her, transformed into a hoe, bent over, like a mortal, digging the soil bit by bit.
The mechanical movements gave her a chance to clear her mind and stop thinking about so many things. She dug the ground again and again. After a long time, she heard a hoarse male voice: "Girl, do you need help?"
Su Qingyi raised her head, looked in the direction of the voice, and found a man in white standing there.
It is not accurate to say that it is white clothes. His clothes have long been made colorless by the mud. The original skin color under the dust and mud should be as white as jade.
He covered his face with a rag so that only his eyes could be seen. However, for someone like Su Qingyi, the rags will not affect her vision at all. She can clearly see the face under the rags, with criss-crossing scars. Although he looks like that, but he can still know that he must have been a very good-looking person in the past.
He looked at her quietly, and there seemed to be some expectation in his eyes. Those eyes were clean and dust-free, and she couldn't help but think of Qin Zichen.
She felt a little sour, and heard him ask again: "Girl, I'll dig this land for you, and you can give me some wages, okay?"
He spoke neither humble nor overbearing, even though he was obviously extremely hungry, he still retained his demeanor. Su Qingyi didn't speak, but after a long time, she nodded.
He stepped forward, holding the hoe in his hand, while Su Qingyi sat cross-legged on the side, took out a jug of wine from the Naxu ring, and drank it one gulp after another. The man glanced at the ring on her hand, and somehow said, "Girl, your ring is so beautiful."
Su Qingyi was stunned, she lowered her head, and stroked the ring on her ring finger. When Qin Zichen gave her the ring, she thought that Qin Zichen didn't understand anything and was just a pure cultivator. However, thinking about it now, he realized that he had thought so much since then.
She couldn't help pulling the corners of her mouth, smiled, and said hoarsely: "My husband gave it to me."
"Your husband must love you very much." The man nodded, lowered his head and started digging seriously. He obviously hasn't eaten for a long time. In fact, he doesn't have much strength, but he is still trying to wield the hoe. Su Qingyi could have given him the money directly, but looking at the other party's serious eyes, she felt that when others can use her It is not a good thing to give alms when labor is exchanged for money.
If this is a person with backbone, it is hurting his self-esteem; if this is a person without backbone, it is encouraging his laziness.
So Su Qingyi didn't say anything, but secretly used spiritual power, which made the other party's health a lot better.
After digging until midnight, the hole was finally dug. After Su Qingyi took out a few crystals from the Naxu Ring and handed them to him, she said lightly, "Go and eat."
Then he went forward, picked up Chen Zhu, and slowly put it into the pit.
The man didn't leave either, holding the spar and frowning at her. After a long time, he slowly said: "Are you... very sad?"
Su Qingyi didn't speak, she took the loess and sprinkled it on Chen Zhu's body. When the other party almost thought she would not answer him, Su Qingyi suddenly said: "This is my senior brother."
"His name is Chen Zhu." Su Qingyi made a hoarse voice, and wet soil fell from her hands onto Shen Zhu's body. Su Qingyi said slowly: "When I was young, he was the one who accompanied me to grow up and gave me love. , He kept giving for me. Later, he was blinded for me, and then died for me.”
"I've had several times, and even kind of hated him..."
Su Qingyi's voice was a little trembling: "Because he treats junior sister better than me. No matter what he says, in fact, he treats junior sister better than me. Junior sister said she was jealous of me, how could I know that I was never jealous of her?"
"But I understand..." She watched the loess fall on his jade-like face, and her tears finally fell: "I am not a person like Ran Shu, he treats me well, I remember, not because he treats me well." I am not as good as others, and I forget his goodness."
"No one is obliged to be kind to others. He is kind to me, it is his kindness, he is not willing to give it, it is his morality. How can I hate him because he is more partial to junior sister?"
"When I was young, he protected me, accompanied me, taught me, and gave me the love of an older brother. He could have just been a cold senior brother, but he didn't. I owe him this kindness."
"When I got older, he was the one who protected me, so he blinded me. Even though those people are wicked, he can still watch and keep silent. I owe him these eyes."
"Now, he died for me. He could have allowed Ran Shu to kill me, but between Ran Shu and me, he chose to stand in front of me. He could have left me alone and let me die, but he didn't. Fate, I owe him."
"He loves Ran Shu very much. No matter how bad the other party is, he will not let Ran Shu die, just like no matter what I do, he will not let me die. I hate him for not distinguishing right from wrong, but I owe him four I have been with you for more than ten years; I owe him a pair of eyes, and I owe him my life."
"He killed the person I love, this life is over; he let me let Ran Shu go, this eyes are over; now, the grace of companionship for more than forty years..."
Su Qingyi closed her eyes and murmured, "How should I pay back?"
The man didn't speak, Su Qingyi reformed the soil tightly, then raised his hand and grabbed a huge boulder in the distance, holding Siqin in his hand, he chopped it into the shape of a tombstone, and then stood it on Shen Zhu's grave, engraved with "Brother Shen Zhu's position" ".
After engraving, Su Qingyi silently watched the row of characters without saying a word.
It's raining again.
The rain hit Su Qingyi, and she seemed to have taken root here, but the person behind her pursed her lips, and finally spoke out, as if to dissuade: "Girl, it's raining, you go back."
Su Qingyi didn't speak, as if she had never heard of it.
The other party continued: "The dead have a dead home, and the living also have a living way."
"The way to go?" Su Qingyi slowly raised her head, a little at a loss: "What else do I have to do?"
Everyone, everyone she loved, was dead.
She couldn't help laughing out loud, seeing the frowning eyes of the person in front of her who resembled Qin Zichen's, and remembering the sentence "Qingyi, forget me" that day, she couldn't help laughing slowly. However, halfway through the laugh, she couldn't hold it back, and spurted out a mouthful of blood! He fell straight to the ground.
The young man screamed and grabbed her: "Girl!"
However, Su Qingyi didn't respond. The young man hesitated for a moment, and finally picked her up and walked out of the woods.
When Su Qingyi woke up again, it was in a ruined temple. There was a fire next to it, and the whole house was warm. It was still raining outside, and the sound of the rain was pattering. Su Qingyi lay on the ground with her eyes open, not wanting to move at all.
She was not curious where this was, let alone why she came here.
After a while, a human voice came from outside, just as he came in, he heard the human voice: "Are you awake?"
His voice wasn't pleasant, it was even harsh. Su Qingyi turned her head and saw that the other person was the young man who helped her dig a hole. He came to her side with firewood and sat down cross-legged.
His sitting posture is very upright. When sitting cross-legged, the order of arrangement is the same as that of meditation. If he didn't have the slightest spiritual root, she would suspect that he is a monk.
The other party skillfully licked the firewood into the fire, and the pot on top made a gurgling sound. He took a broken bowl and filled a bowl of rice soup with almost no rice for her, and said gently: "Anyway, drink something first to warm your stomach."
Su Qingyi nodded and sat up from the ground.
He changed into a blue robe, as if he had washed it deliberately, and he was no longer the embarrassment he saw at first. He is well-bred in every gesture, even in a dilapidated temple, the bowl he handed her was clean. Su Qingyi finally realized that something was wrong, held the bowl without moving, and said calmly, "Thanks to the help of the young master, I don't know your name?"
"Long Yin." Su Qingyi didn't like the name the other party said, and now she felt depressed about topics related to dragons.
She nodded, concealing her emotions and said, "It's a good name, what kind of expectations do you place on your father?"
"I don't expect much." The other party took a sip of rice soup and said slowly: "I have no memory. The first time I have a memory, it was in a wasteland. I heard people say that on the day I have a memory, there was a giant dragon roaring there. It came out, and it belongs to the boundary of Huanyin Palace, so I named myself Longyin."
Hearing this, Su Qingyi suddenly raised her head and fixed her eyes on the other person's face.
I didn't think about it at the beginning, I just felt like it. However, thinking about it in this direction at this moment, I was surprised to find that it was not actually a resemblance, but a very resemblance.
The face of the person in front of him has long been unrecognizable, but the outline is still there. Although he has lost a lot of weight, his facial features are no different from Qin Zichen's.
Qin Zichen's complexion is extremely white and smooth as jade. Many times, Su Qingyi thinks that he is probably carved from ice and snow, or polished by white jade, with icy muscles and bones. Only after seeing Qin Zichen, Su Qingyi knows that there are really people like this. Few people can have such skin, but at this moment, in this ruined temple, the neck of this beggar-like young man has such a complexion.
Su Qingyi couldn't help stretching out her hand, trembling as she wanted to caress the other person's face. The other party seemed to be startled, and took a step back abruptly, but Su Qingyi's hand was even faster, pressing on his shoulder, and threw a fixed body formula!
The other party couldn't move, and said coldly: "I saved you, is this how you repay me?"
Su Qingyi didn't speak, she touched his face with trembling hands, feeling the uneven texture of the scars, the other's eyes became colder and colder, Su Qingyi touched his joints, then lowered her head, and took his hand from his sleeve Hands out.
Under the blue robe, Yuru's hands were extraordinarily white in the sun, and the knuckles of her fingers were exactly the same as in her memory. Her tears couldn't help but welled up again, as if she couldn't believe it, she reached out and pulled his belt away. The face of the other party changed, and he said coldly: "What are you going to do?!"
Su Qingyi didn't speak, she opened his shirt and took off his clothes one by one.
The wind mixed with rain was a bit cold, and the other party couldn't help shaking a little.
Her hands clung to his smooth body, stroking the scars one by one.
She recognized every scar on his body, and she remembered every difference on his body.
She cried and laughed, finally confirmed it, then pulled him into her arms, and said happily: "You are not dead... Great, you are not dead..."
"Girl respect yourself!" He really couldn't bear it anymore, but Su Qingyi refused to let him go, and said seriously: "Don't respect yourself. In front of you, I don't want to respect myself at all."
Youth: "..."
Su Qingyi hugged him for a while, and finally thought: "Zi Chen, are you cold? I'll put some clothes on for you."
The other party frowned, finally came to his senses, and said with some uncertainty: "You... know me?"
"I know," Su Qingyi held his hand and said softly, "You are my husband."
Qin Zichen didn't speak, but still looked at her. Su Qingyi stroked the Naxu Ring in her hand, and said in a low voice: "Look, this is what you gave me, don't you recognize it?"
Looking at the ring, Qin Zichen didn't loosen his grip slightly.
In the beginning, he was actually attracted by this ring. He seldom felt that anything made him care, but when he saw this ring, he felt that this ring was so beautiful that someone must have put a lot of thought into it.
Later, when the girl told him that it was a gift from her lover, he was not surprised at all, as if he already knew it.
Apart from this ring, this woman is actually unusual. He noticed her from the very beginning, and always felt that she was very familiar. After looking at her for a long time in the woods, seeing her lost and sad, he was actually touched so faintly.
When she was sad, he couldn't leave. He always wanted to stand behind her, as if he was there, so she would not be so sad.
Thinking back on all these emotions, Qin Zichen felt that she might, and indeed wasn't, lying to him.
So he relaxed and let her help him put on the clothes one by one without saying a word. After Su Qingyi put on his clothes, undid his immobilization spell, wiped away his tears, and then remembered: "Where's your sword?"
When she woke up that day, she found that Qin Zichen's sword was gone. She thought it was because Qin Zichen died that the sword was gone. Qin Zichen is fine now, so Jian naturally followed him that day. Hearing her question, Qin Zichen thought for a while, took out his sword from the haystack beside him, frowned and said, "You mean this one?"
Su Qingyi looked at the white jade sword with grass on its body, swallowed for a long time, and finally said: "Yes... this is it."
Qin Zichen lowered his eyes, nodded while holding the sword, and said seriously, "This is mine."
"I know, I know." Su Qingyi hurriedly waved her hand: "I didn't mean anything to him."
Qin Zichen didn't speak, Su Qingyi thought about it, and suddenly said: "Can you let me see it?"
Qin Zichen hesitated for a moment, then handed the sword to Su Qingyi.
The white jade sword was slowly pulled out by Su Qingyi, first revealing the peach blossoms painted on it, then the green vegetable leaves, vegetable juice, and the resin and sap left from cutting down trees... When the sword was pulled out, look at it Mottled traces, Su Qingyi was silent for a long time, and finally said: "That... Zichen, what do you usually do with it?"
"Cut vegetables," Qin Zichen frowned, thinking seriously: "Cut trees, chop firewood, chop..."
"Okay," Su Qingyi raised her hand, already imagining Qin Zichen's daily life, and said seriously: "I see, you don't need to say any more. I just ask." Su Qingyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Did you cut it smoothly?"
"Cut vegetables, grow a little longer." Qin Zichen answered her question very seriously.
Su Qingyi couldn't help laughing out loud, lowered her head, and held the sword in front of her face.
A great sense of joy slowly surged up, and her heart seemed to come alive again, and after realizing it, this person was alive.
really live.
Her hand gently stroked the blade, but the people around her did not respond. Su Qingyi brushed halfway, finally realized something was wrong, raised her head abruptly, looked at the calm and steady look of the person in front of her, and finally remembered...
He has no roots.
His spiritual roots are gone, his Nascent Soul is gone, his sword roots are gone, and his sword bones are gone.
His body became a completely mortal!
Su Qingyi stared blankly at each other, Qin Zichen frowned: "What's the matter?"
"you… "
"Wait for me!" Su Qingyi suddenly stood up and rushed out. She trotted outside the ruined temple, took out the sound transmission talisman and called Yun Xuzi: "Master, master!"
"What's the matter?" A rooster crowed from the opposite side, and Yun Xuzi cursed impatiently: "Don't make noise!" Then he turned his head and continued: "Disciple, when are you coming back? I..."
"I found Zichen!"
"What?!!" Yun Xuzi exclaimed, "Where is it? What happened to him? He..."
"He doesn't remember."
When the joy of meeting faded away, Su Qingyi slowly came back to her senses, frowned and said, "He doesn't remember anything now..."
"I don't remember..." Yun Xuzi murmured: "Then I raised him for nothing? Disciple, you must remember to serve me well in the future. Your master forgot, you can't forget!"
Su Qingyi: "..."
She really admired Yun Xuzi's ability to never focus.
"And," ignoring Yun Xuzi's off-kilter words, Su Qingyi continued: "His spiritual roots are gone, his sword bones are gone, and his sword palace is gone..."
"He and a mortal," Su Qingyi said, feeling a little sad for some reason: "There is no difference."
Yun Xuzi finally stopped talking, the chicken on the opposite side was still crowing, Su Qingyi endured it for a while, and then slowly said: "Master, shall I bring him back first?"
"Don't do it yet." Yun Xuzi sighed: "You saw him in the thick fog that day, and later he was released from Xiao Su's place. It can be seen that what you saw at that time was probably not him, but someone else. One person pretends. If someone is so good at disguising, if they target Zichen, they will definitely stay at the Heavenly Sword Sect after Zichen disappears. Now that Zichen has no power to protect himself, it is still too risky for you to bring him back at this time Don’t. Now you don’t want to contact the sect, wait until we find out what’s going on, at least arrest Xiao Su first, and then come back.”
"Okay." Su Qingyi responded, and after talking to Yun Xuzi a few more words, when she turned around and went back to the ruined temple, she found that there was no one in the ruined temple. People had already gone to the empty building, and only the hot soup was still there. The fire was boiling, Su Qingyi's mind froze, and then she immediately released her consciousness, and after finding the direction where Qin Zichen left, she immediately chased after him!
The gap between mortals and monks is huge. In an instant, Su Qingyi appeared in front of Qin Zichen, but Qin Zichen still didn't speak, and ran forward desperately.
The way he kept running away from her made Su Qingyi's heart ache. A wooden talisman was thrown out, and the vines instantly burst out of the ground, trapping Qin Zichen in the middle. Su Qingyi floated down from the sky and opened her mouth for a long time. Finally said: "Why are you running?"
Qin Zichen didn't speak, but looked at him indifferently and silently. Su Qingyi kept so many words in her mouth, she wanted to scold him and question him crying.
She was looking for him like this, waiting for him.
Does he know how hard she has been
He ran away when we met, did he know how sad she would be
However, rationality suppressed all her negative emotions. She was afraid of scaring him, and knew that he just forgot her at the moment. So he softened his voice and said slowly, "Zichen, I won't harm you..."
"I know."
Qin Zichen spoke softly, without changing his expression: "I recognize you."
Su Qingyi froze for a moment, and heard him continue to say in a calm voice: "Although I don't remember you, even though I don't know who you are. But I know you when I see you, I know you, and you are in my heart. In life, it is very important."
"When I see you cry, I want to hug you; when I see you sad, I want to accompany you."
Listening to his words, Su Qingyi didn't know why, but felt her eyes sore, as if thousands of grievances rushed up, she wanted to throw herself into this man's arms, cry loudly, and tell her all about her grievances and pains.
Qin Zichen looked at her quietly, with a calm face and such a flat tone, but he said such straight-to-heart words: "Although I haven't met many people, I also feel that no matter how beautiful people are in this world, they are not as beautiful as you are." You are more beautiful. No matter how good a person is, no one will be better than you. So," he slowly looked away, said lightly, "You should have a better life."
Su Qingyi was slightly taken aback, and listened to the other party say: "I think, I used to be a very good person, right?"
"Yes..." Su Qingyi said hoarsely: "You are the number one person in the way of swordsmanship, the leader of the first peak of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the number one sect in the cultivation world, and the person who is the most hopeful person in the Sword Sect today."
"Then," Qin Zichen said slowly, his eyes drifting, "I became a useless person."
"No!" Su Qingyi panicked, "You didn't!"
"I just heard it clearly." Qin Zichen's expression was indifferent, and he couldn't see the slightest pain: "In your world, mortals are a disgrace."
"No!" Su Qingyi quickly denied: "Zichen, I am also a mortal. When I fell in love with you, we were all mortals! It doesn't matter if you cultivate immortality or not!"
Qin Zichen didn't speak, he obviously had his own understanding. He stroked the sword in his arms, and slowly said: "Actually, if you don't tell me, I know it in my heart. I am a useless person, an ugly and terrifying, useless person."
As he spoke, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth: "Look, my face is so ugly; listen, my voice is so ugly. I hold such a gorgeous sword, but I can only use it to chop vegetables and firewood. Immortal Master," he said Slowly said: "I want to protect you when I can draw the sword. If I can't draw the sword, then I hope you have someone better to love."
"I have already delayed this sword," he said with a bit of bitterness, "I don't want to delay you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was slammed into the tree by someone. Unprepared, the cloth on his face was pulled off, and the woman kissed him fiercely. He hurriedly pulled her, but she held her down. His hand pressed him firmly between the trees, closed his eyes, stepped on his feet, and bit him fiercely.
Her kiss was cruel and domineering, as if she was telling the endless grievances of this little girl.
He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but softened slowly, staring at her quietly, and when she left after kissing, he leaned on his chest and sobbed softly.
"Qin Zichen, you have no conscience."
Qin Zichen was at a loss for a while, and heard the other party say: "You despise me for being too good-looking, and you want to abandon me all the time, you have no conscience!"
Qin Zichen: "..."