stardust

"Song Daochang, are you asleep? Open the door if you are not asleep. I have something for you."

Yue'er stood outside Song Lan's door and shouted loudly, holding a bowl of steaming soup in her hand.

The door opened with a "squeak", and Song Lan stood neatly dressed in front of Yue'er, she did not sleep.

"Song Daochang, hold it quickly!"

Song Lan quickly reached out to take the soup from Yue'er's hand, it was a little hot.

"I'm scalded to death!" Yue'er put her red-hot little hand on her ear and rubbed it, as if it could get rid of the burn.

Song Lan put the soup on the table in the room, and wrote on the paper: "What kind of soup is this? It's for me? But didn't you already eat lotus root ribs soup?"

Yue'er sat at the table and watched him write, smiling while watching, "Song Daochang, your handwriting is quite beautiful. Also, Song Daochang, you used to look cold and didn't like to talk. I didn't expect to ask so many questions now."

Song Lan's pen was a little hesitant.

Yue'er continued: "No need to write, I will explain it now. This is growth soup, of course it is also a kind of fairy medicine, it can bring the dead back to life, and it can also regrow the incomplete parts of the body. Of course it is written in the medical book, I I don’t know if it’s true, but let’s give it a try anyway. I’ve already drank it, it shouldn’t poison anyone, so try it.”

After these days of getting along, Song Lan had long trusted Yue'er, and immediately drank the soup, a warm current in the abdominal cavity filled it, and after a while, her whole body felt comfortable, as if a wave of qi was helping her. He opened up the meridians and sorted out the viscera.

Yue'er stared at Song Lan for a long time, and found no movement, so she said, "The book says that the effect of this medicine will take some time, and it won't take effect immediately. You should rest first, and I will come see you tomorrow."

On the second day, Yue'er went to Song Lan's door early and knocked on the door. She was still very concerned about the efficacy of the medicine.

"Wait a minute." Song Lan uttered these two words reflexively.

Her voice was still a little hoarse, but Song Lan was completely awakened by her own voice, "I can talk now!"

Song Lan quickly got up from the bed, rushed to a cup of residual tea, stuck out her tongue, yes, it was her tongue, and she really grew a new tongue!

Song Lan was so happy that he wanted to yell, he ran to the door, opened it suddenly, and hugged Yue'er who was at the door.

Yue'er yelled in fright, "Ah! Hey, Daoist Song, what's wrong with you?"

Song Lan's eyes were dazzled by the sunlight outside, and only then did he realize that he had lost his composure. He hurriedly let go, pulled up the collar of his underwear, blushed, and stammered, "Yes, I'm sorry, Miss Ming, I was too excited just now. I lost my composure for a moment, please forgive me!"

"You can talk now? That's great!" Yue'er exclaimed in surprise as she looked at the embarrassed Song Lan.

"That's great!" These were the most intimate words Yue'er said to him. Song Lan was full of gratitude and love for Yue'er. This little girl was like his Goddess of Destiny, lighting up his world again and again.

"Song Daochang, go back to your room and put on your clothes first, so as not to catch a cold. I've already made breakfast, come and eat." Yue'er smiled softly.

Song Lan nodded and didn't speak. Although he could already speak, he couldn't say what was on his mind.

After breakfast, Song Lan went to wash the dishes as usual, and Yue'er went back to her room to talk to her sword.

Yue'er said to Yue Lingjian: "Little Uncle, did you know that Song Lan has become a human body and can speak now. Come back and see him and make sure you are satisfied! Uncle, I cured him." Yes, am I terrible? When you come back, I will also cure your eyes. Don’t worry, I have greatly increased my celestial skills and I promise to cure you. Little uncle, it’s almost the fifteenth day of July. You must come back..."

The Moon Spirit Sword emitted a faint light, as if responding to Yue'er's call.

July [-] "Hungry Ghost Festival".

Yue'er set up the altar, inserted the Moon Spirit Sword in the middle of the mourning hall, and waited for "all ghosts to pass through".

Song Lan stared at Yue'er, and found that she was a little uneasy, so she comforted her, "Miss Ming, don't worry, Xingchen will definitely hear your call, and will come back."

Yue'er smiled slightly and nodded, she was still very nervous.

Gathering the soul can be forced with spiritual power, but calling the soul can only depend on the other party's wishes. I don't know if the little uncle is willing to hear his own voice?

Yue'er drew a formation in front of the room, so that she and Song Lan could see the scene of "The Passage of Ten Thousand Ghosts".

Clouds covered the full moon.

From time to time, some lonely and wild ghosts drifted past first, rushing to rush to reincarnate.

Then there are groups of ghosts floating by.

Yue'er and Song Lan opened their eyes and searched carefully, but there was no trace of Xiao Xingchen's ghost.

Yue'er walked back and forth anxiously, with a sad face, if she couldn't summon Xiao Xingchen's soul this time, she would have to wait for next year's "Hungry Ghost Festival", and she had already waited for eight years, so it's okay to wait another eight years, It's just that Xiao Xingchen's soul can't wait that long, day after day is wasted, if the soul completely disappears, then Xiao Xingchen's soul will never be called back.

Song Lan was also very anxious, but she still pretended to be calm. He had to be steady so that Yue'er wouldn't worry more.

"Look quickly! Is that ghost shadow my little uncle?" Yue'er asked eagerly, pointing to one of the ghosts behind.

Song Lan raised her eyes to examine carefully, it seemed that Yue'er could spot such a blurred figure at a glance, she was really careful.

"Yue Ling, shine quickly, call back the little uncle!" Yue'er shouted at the Yue Ling sword.

The Moon Spirit Sword immediately emitted a bright light.

Xiao Xingchen's soul seemed to feel the light, and he paused for a moment, then continued to walk on the ghost path.

"Why didn't little uncle come back? He clearly felt it. What should I do?!" Yue'er said anxiously.

"Little Martial Uncle, Xiao Xingchen, come back quickly!" Yue'er began to shout loudly, and the Moon Spirit Sword also emitted a stronger light.

Song Lan supported Yue'er, who was barely standing, and shouted in her heart: "Xingchen, come back quickly! Yue'er is about to lose her hold!"

Seeing Xiao Xingchen walking away, Yue'er started to shed blood and tears again. This was a forcible breakthrough of her "Forbidden Tears". ...

"Could it be that Yue'er put her teardrops in the medicine jar back then?!" Song Lan was shocked when she saw the bloody teardrops on the ground.

"It turns out that the seemingly innocent and lively Yue'er hides so much sadness in her heart!" Song Lan's heart ached.

Song Lan pulled out his "Fuxue" sword and cut his wrist, and bright red blood flowed out... This was the blood of Yue'er after he was reborn.

He walked to the Moon Spirit Sword and dripped his own blood on the sword, and the Moon Spirit Sword immediately glowed with blood.

Xiao Xingchen's soul finally stopped, he looked at the bloody light, it seemed that someone was calling him, he stopped and listened carefully, someone really was calling him!

"Is that you, Zichen?"

His soul floated towards the bloody light, the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, it was Zichen's blood...

"Zichen, are you safe?" Xiao Xingchen's soul merged into a human spirit, floating in the air, he asked softly, his eyes were still covered with white cloth.

"Xingchen, you're back. I'm fine." Song Lan stopped his blood and replied softly.

"Zichen, you can talk now? That's great!" Xiao Xingchen said in surprise.

Not only was Song Lan able to speak, but she was also able to return to being a human being, all thanks to Yue'er.

Song Lan looked sadly at Yue'er who had fainted in her arms, her face was bloodstained, and a tear fell down.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't see anything, he only knew that his good friend Song Lan was in front of him, but he couldn't see the little niece who had devoted all his efforts to him—Yue'er fainted in front of him exhausted.

Xiao Xingchen faced Song Lan with a smile, it was good that his confidant was still there!