Rebirth of Beigu Sirius

While struggling in a trance with spiritual power, Yun Zhuo had a long, long dream, a dream that was still about Situ Lin.

Perhaps because of sharing the inner alchemy, he in the dream turned into an onlooker, just watching Situ Lin go through spring, summer, autumn and winter, 25 years of life, from being an ignorant child to being a schoolboy. long.

At that time, in Jiumiao's elder's courtyard, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. Although the small room where a family of three lived was not big, the incense was faintly scented, but it was also warm.

Sitting in front of the bed in the inner room is a young woman with a famous water-color embroidered skirt, her phoenix eyes are slightly raised, her lips are smiling, and her skin is as creamy.

The bead curtain is slightly rolled up, and the woman is twisting the bamboo support and the colored thread to do embroidery work, after a while she may be tired, so she puts down the things casually, takes out a brocade box containing white jade hairpins from the small drawer under the table, carefully Look carefully, thoughtfully.

squeak-

There was a sudden gust of wind in the inner room, the small door was pushed open, and the little bun in purple and short brown walked in, with unrestrained hair, fluttering in the wind, and the expression on his face was faintly visible. .

"Mother, good morning."

He cupped his hands in a dignified manner, and immediately "thumped" his two calves slumped up, tilting his head, just in time to see the brocade box.

"Mother?"

The child was naturally curious, frowned, and asked, gesturing with his fleshy hand, "What is this, why haven't I seen you take it out before?"

"A Lin."

Taking the son into her arms, the woman stroked his hair: "This is something agreed between my mother and a friend... Speaking of which, it will also be yours in the future."

"The promised thing, my thing?"

The little bun scratched his head, not knowing why.

The woman smiled, raised the child's little hand, and gently put the hairpin in it: "The tail of this hairpin is half an arrow feather, and it is a pair with the other hairpin, which is held by the mother's sister. If you see it in the future Whoever is compatible with this root of yours is your younger brother with a different surname, so protect him well."

"Oh……"

Little Baozi seemed to understand, and nodded his head: "I haven't grown up yet, mother wants me to protect others?"

"Why, Lin is not happy?"

The woman scratched his little nose.

"No, no."

The little bun thought for a while, then pouted at his mother: "But, I must know the name of this younger brother, so we can recognize each other by then!"

"You, you, you are just as clever as your father."

The woman shook her head helplessly and smiled, and after a while, she raised both hands to support the child's shoulders, and her eyes met.

She paused word by word: "Remember, that child's family is in Wuling, and his name is Yunzhuo."

The sky is getting darker, the strong wind suddenly rises, and the figures of mother and child gradually fade away.Time flies, and I don't realize that it is Qingming after a few years.

In the lobby of the Elder's Hospital in the past, there was a coffin, the incense candles were gradually burned out, paper money was spread all over the floor, the spring rain was pattering, and the hall was cold and cold. Two immature teenagers were kneeling alone in front of the coffin, wearing white clothes and white silk on their foreheads. Don't look sad.

"From now on, there will be one less relative in the world..."

Li Che, who was the first disciple, lowered his eyes and sighed solitary, holding on to the bamboo stick for mourning.

"Yes."

Situ Lin on the side also looked at the coffin, with sadness in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he looked down at the palm of his hand again, and sighed thoughtfully: "My mother died, my father died, and from now on, there are only three people left..."

"Three people?"

Li Che raised his head when he heard the words, and said in surprise, "Apart from me and Zihan, does Junior Brother Ruzhi have any other relatives in this world?"

"Yes, but I haven't seen him yet."

Opening and closing five fingers, as if recalling the touch of the jade hairpin being placed in it that day, Situ Lin said in a daze: "It's a brother with a different surname that I recognize because of my mother. In Wuling, his name is Yun Zhuo."

The cold rain outside the door did not stop, and the Qingming spring breeze came up again. The next scene was the two figures of the CCP's hooked snake in the purple bamboo forest.

"This, what kind of monster is this?!"

The tail hook covered with blue and black scales struck, and the young master dressed in gold subconsciously crossed his sword in front of him, and together with the little Situ Lin holding the fan, he was able to block the blow, and his face did not know whether it was caused by the wind or anxiety As a result, red fluttering like a ripe persimmon.

Seeing that the hooked snake receded from the pain, he groaned angrily and shook his hands: "Bah, this young master is really unlucky! I came to this hellish place to pay respects to my mother, but something like this happened...it's a shame that I won't be able to get out by then." what to do?!"

After finishing speaking, he slapped his head again, as if remembering something, he took a few steps back to find a moment between fighting, took out a brocade bag from his arms, and pulled it away twice.

——The jade hairpin inside is carved with snow-white tail feathers, shining like stars, and it is more warm and moist under the scattered and mottled sunlight.

"Huh, it's okay, it's okay..."

Seeing that the hairpin was intact, Xiao Yunzhuo breathed a sigh of relief: "If I beat you, it will be over."

The plain colored hairpin, together with the white robe embroidered with golden plum blossoms and the boy's high white hair, almost made a piece of unrecognizable white.But he didn't notice that the purple-clothed boy behind him also caught the thing with a single glance, his body trembled slightly, his thoughts froze, as if he saw something he had been looking for for a long time, he frowned and looked him up and down, and while he was pondering, he still looked up and down. The eyes are unbelievable.

"...Yun, Zhuo?"

The bamboo forest was secluded and the wind was rustling. It wasn't until the two of them fought with the hooked snake for dozens of rounds that Situ Lin looked at the sword-wielding figure who was already a few feet away from him, and made a low sound.

The hooked snake roared, but the lingering sound finally faded away, and the dream changed abruptly, and it was several years later.

It was the first day of the year, firecrackers were crackling outside the window, and the streets were decorated with lights and colorful lights. Situ Lin had turned into a handsome young man, wrapped in a thick jacket with rabbit fur, sitting with Li Che at a small table outside his disciple's room. Drinking before the old age.

Jiu Miao's first apprentice has always been a three-cup drinker, with fine wine in his throat, the cups and plates are messed up, and the image of the old model is overturned, drunkenly pulling the shoulders of the people next to him.

"Hey, Junior Brother Ruzhi..."

The little wind blows Li Che's face even more drunk, he giggled a few times, and raised his hand to pat his junior brother on the shoulder: "Your boy is almost eighteen, why do you feel that you are not enlightened at all?!"

Situ Lin, who had a good drinker, twirled his wine glass, cast a glance at the drunk man, and remained silent.

"I say."

There was no response from the other side, Li Che hiccupped again, and smiled softly into his ear: "Then the girl in Jinguan City, do you have a favorite? Tell senior brother quietly, and help you match up some other day."

"Have."

Answered straightforwardly and without sloppiness, Situ Lin took a sip of the wine in the glass, stretched out his hand and pushed Li Che's alcohol-smelling head away: "However, he is not in Jinguan City, and he doesn't need your help."

"Not here, Jinguan City?"

Li Che was taken aback, and after chewing for a while, he gave a "puchi" smile, patted him on the shoulder, and joked: "Hey, you have a wife and forget about your brother, you can do it! Where is that girl?"

"Wuling."

After pondering for a while, the leisurely expression on his face was a little bit lighter, and it was rare for Situ Lin to bite the word seriously.

However, after waiting for a long time without a response, the hand on the shoulder slowly let go.He turned his head suspiciously, only to see that the questioner was already snoring with his neck up.

"Sleep?"

Situ Lin kicked the man's body, and the heavily breathing man trembled twice, but there was no response.

"...You didn't hear it, it's okay."

The night wind passed by slowly again, blowing the boy's half-loose bun and the rabbit fur on his collar fluttering. The lights of Wanjia were dimmed in front of him. Drank the remaining wine in the glass in one gulp.

In a blink of an eye, all the joys and sorrows are over, the first apprentice died, and the Yan Palace was over, it was the snowy winter.

In front of Elder Jiumiao's room, Situ Lin was kneeling under the stone steps for some reason, his body in only autumn single clothes standing upright in the bitter cold wind, although his eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were sad, but he seemed to have made up his mind He clenched his fists tightly and did not retreat half an inch.

There was silence in the hall, and the man in purple stood there for a long, long time. When the sky was dark, there was finally a creaking sound from inside the door.

"A Lin."

The headmaster Ling Su walked out slowly with the stove in his hands, looked at his nephew who was so cold that his face was pale, and sighed: "Although you and the young master of the Yun family are brothers and sisters, it is an indisputable fact that he killed his father and betrayed his teacher. No matter what, I can't send disciples to help you find his whereabouts!"

Before he could finish his words, Situ Lin's body, already frozen stiff in the cold wind, trembled.After being silent for a while, he gradually exhaled a breath of intermittent white air, and said with trembling lips, "Then, what if the disciple finds it by himself?"

"...How can you find such a legacy of desperation with your own strength?"

Ling Su flicked the sleeves of his robe, took a few steps down the steps, and walked past Situ Lin: "You can do it yourself."

Ling Su's figure faded away, and the purple-clothed boy was still kneeling on the spot. After a while, he clenched his fingers even tighter, and a few thin white marks were pinched out in his already red palm.

So far, the illusion of memories has gradually faded away, and the five acts of childhood have temporarily come to an end.Yun Zhuo watched from the sidelines for a long time, although he never witnessed it with his own eyes, but he relived the youthful madness of the past.Even while his heart was slightly warm, he was also a little happy because the man had never taught himself to hear the confession of his heart.

But when the next scene came out, he was stunned on the spot.

It was a jagged and terrifying stone palace, thick green leaves grew on the walls due to the hot and humid climate in Nanzhao, and the black mist billowed inside, extremely strange, but to him, it was all too familiar.

Situ Lin stood at the bottom of the steps, dressed in purple and fluttering in the wind, Ling Xun stumbled over behind him, and grabbed his sleeve robe: "Senior brother, this case in Tianshan is related to the death of senior brother Li. As a disciple of Jiu Miao, we are inconvenient." In public, Mr. Yun must have left on his own because he didn't want you to be involved... Are you really going to this palace?"

"I remember Yun Zhuo said that brothers should share weal and woe."

Situ Lin rolled up the sleeves of his robe, shook his head and said, "Since he doesn't want me to participate in this matter directly, then I can only help secretly from here."

After saying that, without any hesitation, he stepped up the stone steps step by step.The solitary figure faced the dense black fog in the upper hall, with a determined and lonely expression, which was no different from Yun Zhuo in the past.

There were still layers of ghost-masked men standing in the hall, the leader stood up from his chair and smiled at him: "Why did Mr. Situ come here?"

Situ Lin paused every word: "The demon bone of Yun Zhuo."

"Oh, Lord Sirius' demon bone, that's a good thing."

Expected this time, the voice of the ghost-masked man at the head was deep.

After a while, the man took out a sharp knife from his pocket, threw it down the stone steps with a clatter, and said with a sneer, "Missing the love between you two, I can give it back to you...but I still have to take it out." It's an exchange for something better."

"What's better?"

Situ Lin picked up the knife without raising his eyes.

"Remnant Snow Gu."

The leader raised his chin, and some minions opened the wooden box in front of His Highness.

——In the middle of the ebony lies a white Gu worm, its mouth and feet are like blades, the whole body is surrounded by cold air, strange and frightening.

The leader said condescendingly: "Mr. Situ was born with ghost pupils, and the spiritual power in his blood is also different from ordinary people. If you can cut your wrists and raise the blood of this insect, maybe you can help me refine the Remnant Snow Strange Gu."

"in this way."

Situ Lin said without hesitation, "I promise you."

As soon as the lingering sound fell, blood dripped down instantly.The blade suddenly turned around at some point, and the left arm with clear muscles under the sleeve of the purple robe was cut with deep bloodstains, the flesh was turned out, and the bones were dense.Yun Zhuo stared blankly, and felt a pain, thinking of the scar on the man's arm that had been covered up by ambiguity, and himself who foolishly believed nonsense and mocked him with words, he really wanted to slap him in the face.

The Gu worms moved when they heard the blood, and quickly woke up with shaking claws, followed the traces all the way up, and burrowed into the open wound.Situ Lin trembled in pain, his lips had been bitten, and blood overflowed from between his teeth, but he still stretched out his right hand to the man in front of the hall, saying in a daze, "The demon bone is back."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, there was a sudden gasp in the hall, and even the leader's expression froze.

——He came alone, and thought that they would retreat in the face of difficulties when they set out the conditions, but they were so decisive.In terms of momentum, he has lost a complete defeat, and it is still difficult to take back the words that have been released.

In a scene of chilling, the leader's complexion gradually darkened, and his eyes revealed a fierce look after he pondered for a moment, but he had no choice but to order someone to fetch a wooden box and go forward in person.

He looked at the half-kneeling man, and gritted his teeth: "Boy, after five days, this Gu will break out from the original wound again, and the pain will be even worse at that time; and this Gu poison is one of the strange poisons of the Southland." , if the lingering poison is not clear, the aftermath will be infinite... You should think clearly before it is too late to repent."

Turning a deaf ear to it, Situ Lin didn't answer, and staggered to snatch the wooden box away, holding it tightly in his arms like a treasure.

Xu Yu, when turning around with difficulty, said in a low voice: "...Bone-stripping or Gu-raising, which one is more painful?"

Answering irrelevant questions, the leader was stunned for a moment.

But after thinking about it for a while, there was a sneer at the end: "Bone-peeling is a short-term pain that rips apart the flesh, and raising Gu is a long-term pain that penetrates into the bone marrow... What do you think of the so-called 'long-term pain is worse than short-term pain'?"

"...That's good."

Situ Lin let out a long breath, his face pale but relieved.Yun Zhuo, who was outside the dreamland, felt his heart slowly sinking more and more as he listened, until the man turned around and came out of the palace, sinking into the ice cave.

At the foot of the cliff in southern Xinjiang, the flames ignited all night, and the morning light and heavy rain poured down, leaving no traces on the land. Situ Lin and Ling Xun came in a hurry, but they were half a day late after all.

The rain in the depths of winter wasn't heavy, but it came hard and fast. The disciples from all the crusading schools had all withdrawn, and the cliff was empty and desolate, with only a single shadow in purple.

pat-

Situ Lin loosened his right hand, and the wooden box, which was protected like a treasure, fell into the muddy water and dust.

"Senior brother, this man has passed away, don't you..."

Ling Xun hurried to catch up from behind, and carefully picked up the wooden box, but when she looked up again, her eyes opened suddenly.

——The purple-colored robe flashed past, and in an instant, there was no figure of that person on the cliff.

The old wound burst open, and the blood was dizzy by the cold rain, seeping into the scorched earth under the cliff that was once scarlet yesterday. Situ Lin crawled for a long time among the ashes, and finally found a tattered and charred brocade bag.

The hosta in the middle has been broken into seven or eight pieces, and the white light is shattered, just like a human being.

The heavy rain poured down, and the rolling water droplets stuck to the man's face. Outside of the dream, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but before his vision gradually faded, he heard a low-pitched wry smile without joy or sadness.

Gu poison entered his body, he lost too much blood, and was injured by falling off a cliff, exposed to the rain and wind and cold, Situ Lin couldn't afford to be ill, and Jiu Miao invited many medical officers, but they were helpless. You have to rely on your own beliefs to get through this.

But after half a month of struggling, the person on the couch breathed a sigh of relief as if his obsession hadn't faded away. It was only at that time that he regained his senses, so he pushed himself down to the ground again, and found the broken hairpin. .

Seven days later, he finally opened the door, told all the visitors to leave, and hired a car to go to Luoyang alone.But when everyone entered the room, they saw that the broken hairpin on the wooden table was glued together like new, but the cracks were still there, not the same as before.

At that time, in the eastern capital, the coldness of the severe winter was still there, the flowers and trees in the city had just been covered with thin green, and the inn in the middle was sparsely populated and deserted. Situ Lin bought a few jars of wine, sat on the viewing platform and let the winter wind rage, and took a picture. Sealed with mud, drink from jar to jar.

In the corridor, the peony has not yet pulled out its buds, and the person who shared the reward with him will never come again.

The porcelain altar gradually became empty, the lights were finally extinguished, drunkenness and exhaustion surfaced, and the figure in the room slumped down.

Yun Zhuo couldn't bear to look any further.

In the storybooks, he doesn't remember what the talented scholars and beauties who lost their loved ones will do in the future. He probably either hangs on for the rest of his life, depressed, or searches for them, but he can't find them.Three years ago, he was most afraid of the reappearance of the decadent Situ Lin before returning to Litan, so he was careful several times and left without saying goodbye, thinking that he could protect that person well by taking his love and grievances on his shoulders.

But until this moment, I didn't know that when I made a bold decision from the cliff in the southern border and jumped off the cliff that day, I made a thousand mistakes.

To share the blessings, to share the hardships, the one who broke the oath first is himself, and the one who caused him so far is also himself.

Yun Zhuo knelt down beside the man who fell to the ground, and supported his shoulders with trembling hands, his eyes were wet and gradually blurred.

But the dream was illusory, and the ten fingers froze, only to pass through the purple in a flash.

The paper window opens and closes, the night wind blows again, and the illusion gradually dissipates.

I don't know how many days later, Ling Xun who came over after hearing the news knocked on the door of the inn, the room was still drunk, but Situ Lin was a little more sober than before, his face remained pale, and he was dressed in thin purple clothes.

"Let's go."

Before the young man at the door spoke comforting words, he patted the man on the shoulder first, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's time to go back to Jiumiao."

"Brother!"

Ling Xun tugged on his sleeve, tears in his eyes: "I know you are uncomfortable, it's okay to drink away your sorrow, or think about others when you see things, even if you complain to me...don't be so strong."

Situ Lin remained silent, lifted his clothes and staggered towards the door, but was finally stopped by Ling Xun who hesitated to speak.

As if he had already felt it, he gently pushed the young man's arm away, and said in a low voice: "It's enough to drink away your worries and think about others when you see things."

"...Brother?"

Ling Xun followed him suspiciously.

"I am very selfish."

Situ Lin said: "It's not for fame or status, nor for the righteousness of the common people. I have no cares or worries in my life. I just want to do my best to protect my relatives, friends, and loved ones."

At this point, he paused again, and laughed at himself as if remembering something: "But I'm probably unlucky. I ended up going to Guilitan and Nanjiang one step late, and no one can protect me..."

Ling Xun was startled when he heard the words, shook his head with tears in his eyes, and stopped talking.

After a while, Situ Lin looked back at the guest room. The sun was just right on the viewing platform today. The morning light shone on the messy and broken wine jars and messy tables and chairs. Although it was not warm, it was gradually driving away. The coldness of the past.

"But in the end, winter has passed and spring has come."

With blood on his pale face, he squinted his eyes towards the bright light outside the window.

For some reason, when these words came out, Yun Zhuo felt that the man's red eyes gradually gave birth to a light that had disappeared for a long time.After looking around, although he still hesitated when he turned to leave, his steps were not staggering.

Ling Xun hurriedly caught up and handed over the black cloak: "Brother, although the cold winter has ended, the poison of residual snow in your body is still..."

"Trouble."

There was a lot of people outside the door, and the spring breeze was slightly cold. Situ Lin took the cloak and nodded at him.

Gu Zi walked forward for a while, suddenly felt something, stretched out his five fingers to face Lang Lang Tianguang, and sighed softly, I don't know if he was explaining to the junior brother behind him, or telling himself: "It's been a long time, I've done something in a daze. I don't remember the dream and the scene clearly, but I remember Yun Zhuo's heartache because of my self-sinking and unbelievable disbelief..."

After a pause, he said again: "Thinking about it, he left me completely because he didn't want to see me like this today... So dwelling on old things like this is enough for me and him."

The words and words fell to the ground with sound, and Yun Zhuo hadn't recovered from the regret a few days ago, but at this moment when he heard the words, his eyes were wet with tears.

he knows.

It turned out that he knew all his painstaking efforts.

Even though this painstaking self-righteousness is to the extreme, even though this painstaking effort has long violated the old oath, even though this painstaking effort made him cut blood and nourish Gu in vain, and was on the verge of death in vain...

But he still knew that he couldn't let himself see such a depressed person again.

Just because he knew that if he was still alive, he would be even more unwilling to do so.

The tacit understanding and knowledge that came from childhood need not be said, but how stubborn and distressed that back is.

The dead have passed away, but the living has not stopped, and his body and mind are riddled with holes. With his arrogance and paranoia, he does not want to sink and live alone in the world in vain.

Yun Zhuo took a deep breath, and in the illusory dream, choked up and followed the pace of that person.

The sunlight was sparsely shining on the Qingshi Street, Situ Lin tightened his hands tightly on the black clothes, it was the color Liche wore in the past, and it was also the color he wore on the cloud cliff alone.Dressed in a purple dress, it seems to be a reminder of the heart-wrenching past, and also a sign of the responsibility from now on.

"What I wish from now on is to use this crippled body to replace the unfinished business of the old man, to clear up the injustice of Tianshan Mountain, to quell the disaster of Nanzhao, and to protect the safety of Jiumiao."

The steps gradually drifted away, and finally ended with a word, echoing the world.The breeze lifted the man's clothes, and the morning light poured down obliquely. Although the shadow was lonely, it was no longer deserted.

A year later, Ling Su went back to travel in seclusion, and Situ Lin succeeded as the head of Jiu Miao's sect under the support of several elders.Although some of Jiumiao's disciples were dissatisfied and suspicious because of the unruly past on the day of the election, but when he showed a copy of the situation map of Nanzhao that he had researched and written in front of everyone, everyone was silent. .

——On the album, old blood stains can be seen faintly. It seems that during the year of torment by the poison of Canxue, every word and line written by this apprentice is exhausted and painstaking.

In order to fulfill the wishes of the first disciple, and to avenge Lord Sirius, this person can be so crazy, so crazy that the whole faction was shocked or frightened, but no one dared to object.

A few days later, the new head held a banquet for all the guests as usual. In the evening, everyone dispersed, and Ling Xun and Situ Lin chatted in the former elder's courtyard.

The courtyard used to be where Situ Zhe lived, but now it has been newly decorated with tables and chairs, surrounded by pristine bamboos in front of the porch, the breeze is quiet, and a wooden sign with the inscription "Xianyouzhai" is hung high under the eaves.

"Brother."

Ling Xun poured himself a cup of tea, and the politeness was exhausted, he hesitated and said tentatively: "First of all, you said that you should not mention Mr. Yun in front of you, and you must not mention senior brother... But today's successor as head, plus housewarming A place of residence can be regarded as a good thing, can you allow me to make an exception?"

"can."

The afterglow of the setting sun was about to end, Situ Lin leaned against the window and nodded, his face was clear and frivolous, and his expression was three points more stable than before, but the scar on his left arm that was exposed was hideous.

"Oh, then I can say it."

Ling Xun patted him on the shoulder: "In this year, you have to deal with the poison of Canxue internally, and fight against everyone's opinions externally. You also need the book of Nanzhao's situation. It is not easy to end up here now. Did you think about anything else?"

Situ Lin's face remained unchanged: "What is something else?"

Ling Xun said sternly: "A year ago, Mr. Yun died in Nanjiang. Although it was irreversible, but when the senior brother was on the verge of death several times at the bottom of the cliff, it was a blessing in disguise and he learned the secret of the ghost. Taking it into consideration, don't you think about it now, to use this to find Mr. Yun or the soul that is still in the world?"

The words caught his ears, but Situ Lin didn't make a sound immediately. After a moment of silence, he finally shook his head: "I dare not think about it, I can't think about it."

Ling Xun looked at him with half-knowledge.

When Situ Lin heard the words, the look in his eyes was faint, but he answered irrelevant questions: "Three days ago, the blood poison in my body was constantly shaking. I think it was the Remnant Snow Gu that was sold to someone else. I ordered someone to investigate one or two of them, and found that this may be the same thing. We have an excellent opportunity to wipe out the Hall of Flame and Poison..."

Ling Xun became more and more puzzled: "The Hall of Flame and Poison is certainly an unforgivable crime, but this has nothing to do with..."

Situ Lin raised his hand to stop his junior brother's words, and when he pondered, his words paused: "Do you know why Yun Zhuo lost his demon bone back then?"

Ling Xun sighed: "In order to save the people and people with lofty ideals who were harmed by Nanzhao's poison in Yunlai City."

Situ Lin asked again: "Then what do you think if senior brother is alive, if he becomes a demon king at this moment, what would he most want to see?"

Ling Xun closed his eyes, feeling something: "The disciples of Jiu Miao are safe and sound, and the people in Sichuan are safe."

Situ Lin asked again: "Then let me ask, if the Hall of Flame and Poison is not destroyed, Nanzhao will use Gu poison to cause disasters. And Miaojiang and Shu are the closest, how many Yunlai cities will there be..."

Hearing this, Ling Xun choked for a moment, then took a deep breath after a while, not knowing what to say.

"The lives of these two old people on my body are not for me to feel sad and search for. Although I can't be regarded as high-spirited and honest, I have to take the place of the things they didn't finish before they died, and the people they didn't keep. For that, it is just not worth it.”

The knuckles of Situ Lin's right hand holding the fan bone turned white: "What's more, Yunzhuo is to me, but just thinking about it is a pain in the ass. If I really go to find him, I'm afraid I'll dwell on the past and never recover. If this happened If this opportunity is lost, who can tell what will happen to Jiu Miao and whether Nanzhao will turn upside down..."

After a pause, he shook his head, his voice trembling slightly: "Maybe I'm cowardly, but the arrow is on the string, and there is no room for negligence in the face of major events... I really dare not think about it, and I can't think about it."

"Brother..."

Every word fell into his ears, Ling Xun hesitated to speak, and thought of the reason why that person didn't allow everyone to mention his old friend again, his expression froze, and his eyes turned red.

After pondering for a long time, he finally exhaled slowly and choked up, "Then, then I, I have something to tell you..."

Situ Lin nodded: "Say."

Ling Xun said: "A few days ago, on my own initiative, I gave Mr. Yun's demon bone to Aunt Yinxi. Auntie said, fate is destined to meet each other, and you, sure, will meet again..."

"... Is there a destiny for calamity, I hope so."

The words entered the ears, and there was a moment of silence. The people in the room finally closed their eyes, and the fingertips shaking the fan trembled slightly. There are countless people who asked her to revive their relatives, how many people can get what they want in the end? It's just my luck and my life lost."

The voice faded away, the setting sun slowly sank, and the light in the room dimmed again.And what finally fell into the dream was a silhouette in the green bamboo forest two years later.

"Brother, brother, come and see! This wolf seems to be injured, and it's quite heavy!"

The clear youthful voice echoed in the forest, all the blinding branches and leaves were pushed away, and the mottled sunlight slowly fell on the bluestone.

A white wolf covered with wounds raised its paws and tried to cover its ears angrily. Just when it heard the sound and turned around, it met the eyes of the man in purple who had come late.

All of a sudden, one person and one wolf were stunned.

The wind in the forest is still rustling, but the surrounding fields seem to be very quiet, and there are only two figures standing under the vast sky. It is a long-lost reunion after too many twists and turns.

It turns out that the world really has its own way, and good and evil are rewarded.

Since then, it has been repeated again and again. In the end, the calamity is over, and the opportunity is born again.