【Xue Xiao】Desolate City Crossing

Xue Yang's arm hurt a bit from being twisted, and after being surprised, he lay on the wall and couldn't help laughing——Xiao Xingchen, who has always been upright, can actually play tricks and trick people into sneak attacks!

"Haha, okay, the Taoist priest has made progress! Did you learn this sneak attack technique from me?"

Xiao Xingchen twisted his wrist with a little force: "Are you still making trouble?"

"Oh, ouch," Xue Yang exaggeratedly begged for mercy: "Master Xiao Xingchen is tall and mighty, with profound cultivation and omnipotent. How can I dare to make trouble again if he is so powerful! Please forgive me this little life!" !"

Xiao Xingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, let go of his hand, and began to clean up the mess, "You, why can't you have something to say, if you disagree, you will fight."

He was obviously suppressing his breath while speaking, the cough just now was not all fake, he is really weak now, Xue Yang pulled him to the table and sat down, poured a cup of tea and put it in his hand: "It's my fault, Stop tidying up and sit and rest for a while, I really can't bear to clean it up!"

Speaking of tidying up, Xue Yang just kicked and swept the miscellaneous things on the ground and gathered them in a corner, then sat opposite Xiao Xingchen, picked up two bunches of candied haws on the table, handed one to Xiao Xingchen, and ate the other by himself.

The red candied haws are sweet and sour, but they can only be eaten in winter, so they are even more precious.Xue Yang swallowed a red fruit in one gulp, and sighed contentedly: "Mmm! It's delicious! I haven't tasted this kind of taste in ten years."

Xiao Xingchen chewed slowly in small sips, and what he remembered were all kinds of colorful flavors, the flavors that Xue Yang had brought him to taste.

Living in the mountains for a long time, Xiao Xingchen ate and drank mostly natural fruits and vegetables, even if they were processed, they were boiled in plain water with some salt. He was not allowed to eat alone with clear soup and little water after the dishes were served, and he was always coaxed and tricked into letting him try the things Xue Yang liked to eat. Perhaps because of his blindness, his sense of taste became more acute, and every fresh taste seemed to open a new door. He was delighted and satisfied, and marveled that there are such delicious things in this world, including candied haws, which was the first time he ate it in Yicheng.

Like Xue Yang, he hadn't tasted this kind of taste in ten years.

For a while, both of them were silent, neither of them wanted to talk, they tacitly enjoyed the quiet, each eating their own candied haws.

The table is close to the window, and the plain paper window sash is supported by a wooden stick, and you can see the corner of the street when you turn your head slightly.It has been raining for several days, and those who should go out have to go out in the rain. Looking down from the second floor where they live, there are all kinds of umbrellas moving on the wet street, some are gorgeously embroidered, some are quaint Simple and elegant, coming and going, like flowers floating on the river.

After Xue Yang finished eating the candied haws, he wanted to throw the bamboo sticks downstairs. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Xiao Xingchen looking out of the window in fascination. Looking at Xiao Xingchen's appearance, he cast his gaze out of the window.

What's out there?In Xue Yang's eyes, there is nothing, not worth looking at.I remember that in Yicheng in the past, whenever it rained, Xiao Xingchen also liked to listen quietly by the window or under the eaves, or reach out to catch a few drops of rainwater, smiling as if entering a wonderful world.

Xue Yang didn't have this kind of poetic charm. When he was poor and weak, he hated rain the most. He had no umbrella or clothes. He hid from the rain in the ruined temple, and he had to fight for the territory with other older children. If he couldn't beat him, he could only be kicked out of the ruined temple. He was so dirty that no one would allow him to hide from the rain, and he was disgusted even standing under the eaves.A little older, after the finger is severed, the wound will hurt when it is rainy. He hates rain, cold, and people who can talk.So does he like sunny days?Nor is it.When you are in a bad mood, you hate everything, even lifeless bricks and stones.

Jin Guangyao once commented on this: "'World-weary' refers to your state. Chengmei, have more fun for yourself on weekdays."

So the fun he finds is to destroy all things that are not pleasing to the eye, whether they are objects or people.The peaceful and quiet scenery made him most irritable, and the bloody mess could bring him pleasure.

Later, after living in Yicheng for a long time, I found that if Xiao Xingchen was in the peaceful and tranquil scene, then he would not be irritable.

Looking back to the opposite side of the table, the figure in white clothes enjoying the rain by the window is like a painting. He is originally an elegant and unreal person, but because he is holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand, he is eating one bite at a time. It seems to be a little closer to the world.

"The Taoist priest likes to watch the rain?"

"Rain, umbrellas, people, streets, I like them all."

Xiao Xingchen showed that smile again.Xue Yang rested his chin and couldn't understand it, but felt that the arc and the pear dimple next to it were really beautiful.

Xue Yang said, "It hasn't been like this for a long time."

"how?"

"This way," Xue Yang raised his chin towards the window, "to keep out the wind and rain."

Xiao Xingchen turned his head to look at him, with gentle ripples in his eyes, "Then——if the weather is bad in the future, let's all stay in the hotel."

Xue Yang smiled: "The Taoist priest treats people like me softly and kindly to people who have hurt you. I'm really worried."

"worry about what?"

"I'm worried that the Taoist priest will go out into the world alone in the future, and he will inevitably be framed by the wicked."

The beautiful curve of Xiao Xingchen's mouth disappeared suddenly.

"I... why did I become a person?"

"Isn't the Daoist alone now?"

Xiao Xingchen put down the candied haws and remained silent. Xue Yang continued, "I'm a ghost. I have three souls and seven souls, and I eat them every night. I thought that I would never be tired. With spiritual power and obsession, I would be able to keep going. I pestered the Taoist priest, but after I was trapped by the phantom mirror this time, I realized that I was wrong. I was not that good. Yue heard the Taoist chief call me, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."

"But you made it through."

Xue Yang joked, "What? The Daoist is reluctant to part with me?"

Xiao Xingchen was noncommittal, and took out the set of remarks that he had answered Wei Wuxian: "Since you have sincerely repented, I hope you can raise your soul well, re-enter reincarnation, and be reincarnated as a human being."

Xue Yang sneered, pulled the glutinous rice balls on the table, and stirred them with a spoon, "I know, the Taoist priest is soft-hearted and wants to treat me well, and he doesn't want me to disappear, but that's all there is, isn't it?"

Xiao Xingchen was surprised how Xue Yang suddenly understood a lot of things, and even had a restraint and forbearance that did not belong to a teenager.

"Yes." Xiao Xingchen said helplessly and honestly.

Xue Yang laughed bitterly: "Although I knew the answer a long time ago, I was still sad to hear it. Can't the Taoist priest lie to me? If one day I die, will the Taoist priest miss me?"

"Didn't you say that you have many last wishes?"

The existence of the soul is either looking forward to waiting for reincarnation, or having other obsessions in the heart, without exception.

"There should be some obsession or last wish, but I don't know what it is."

"It's not necessarily a bad thing not to know, a single thought is often a torture in the heart."

Xiao Xingchen's voice is soft and steady, which can naturally soothe people's hearts.There was a silence in the air, as if both of them were concentrating their thoughts.

Afterwards, Xue Yang thought of another thing: "We have been delayed for several days, the Daoist should be very anxious to investigate the Seizing Organization, right?"

Xiao Xingchen frowned slightly and looked out the window, "In the past few days, I originally wanted to give up investigating this matter and concentrate on saving the wraith from now on."

"Give up? Why did you give up? Isn't the Daoist the favorite to take care of injustice?"

"There are too many injustices in the world, how can I manage it," Xiao Xingchen sighed as if admitting defeat, "Daily energy is limited, I want to save a few more resentful spirits so that they can be reincarnated as soon as possible, and..."

And to make some ghost's midnight a little easier.

Xiao Xingchen didn't say this sentence, but with Xue Yang's intelligence, how could he not think of it.After the resentful spirit has crossed over, he only needs to use the Qingfeng swordsmanship every night to block the resentment. Without the attack and tear of the resentful spirit, he will be much more relaxed. Even as long as the time is long enough, the resentment will no longer accumulate and will gradually weaken.Xue Yang will also benefit greatly after saving the wraith spirit.

Apart from such silent concern, Xue Yang certainly wanted more, but he also knew that there were some things and obstacles that he could not overcome in a hurry, and he might even make mistakes the more anxious he was, just like ten years ago.The domineering possession only resulted in everything disappearing in smoke... Xue Yang was afraid.

Xiao Xingchen could treat him peacefully like this is already very good, and it is good that he never dared to hope after the truth was revealed back then.

"Then don't worry about that organization? I can help you save the wraiths, and I will empathize."

Xiao Xingchen's eyes were full of fear: "Do you still dare to empathize with the resentful spirit?"

"Only monks have the ability to trap me. Ordinary spirits can't do it. From now on, I will not care about other things with you. I will concentrate on saving the spirits. I should be able to free them all in less than half a year, isn't it good? "

Xue Yang said it sincerely, Xiao Xingchen believed that he was really willing to help.

"However, we may have to take care of the Seizing House organization." Xiao Xingchen said worriedly, "Mr. Wei sent a message the day before saying that they went to the lair to search again before leaving Lanling, and captured a few back to the secret room to steal souls. The rest of Xiang's party, under pressure, discovered that someone in the top ranks of this organization was looking for you."

"Looking for me? Wei Wuxian, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"The man described the person he was looking for as 'Xue Yang', with severed fingers and arms. Who else is there besides you?"

Xue Yang leaned back on the chair, his eyes became deep, "Why are you looking for me?"

"I don't know. The person only said that the 'Eagle' hall master ordered them to pay attention secretly when they were looking for 'containers' and 'buyers'."

"Since this person knows about my broken arm, he should also know about my experience in Yicheng."

"Yes."

"The person who is looking for me must also be the one who has seized the house, otherwise the ghost will not be seen and there is no way to find it."

"Ah."

"I don't have any friends, so I can only be old enemies."

"What enemy?"

"If I haven't seen it with my own eyes, it's hard to say. If I want to take revenge, will the priest stop me?"

Xiao Xingchen thought of the children who were locked in cages and killed each other, and Xue Yang who was trembling that night when he was drunk.Afterwards, recalling Xue Yang’s eavesdropping on the secret of Dementor Fragrance, the people talking about it thought that Xue Yang’s life was not long, so they didn’t shy away from it, and felt that Xue Yang heard the secret when he was in a cage when he was a child.

A trace of coldness flashed in the clear eyes: "Some revenge should be reported."

"Oh?" Xue Yang was a little surprised, and asked, "For example, what kind of hatred?"

Xue Yang didn't know that Xiao Xingchen had inherited his memories, nor did he remember much about what happened after he was drunk, so he naturally didn't expect that Xiao Xingchen knew a thing or two about his past in the cage.

And Xiao Xingchen didn't want to take the initiative to bring up such memories first, and arouse Xue Yang's pain.He simply replied: "Some hatred."

"So the original plan remains the same, after sending off Chen Xibao, go after the house-robbing gang?"

"Correct."

"Okay! I will obey the Taoist priest's decision."

In this way, one person and one ghost agreed on the way forward, and together they looked forward to the day when the resentful spirits would finish their journey and the dust would settle.

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