Sheriff, give me a smile~

"Beautiful brother, you are here, but I found you!" The sudden voice interrupted Li Bai's thoughts, he quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and looked at the two people running towards him.

"Run slower, why are you so fast." Zhizunbao looked impatient, but still followed Zixia.

"Hey... who is this person?" Zixia tilted her head to look at the onmyoji: "Who are you?"

The Onmyoji was still reading, the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"I asked you if you were stupid. You said that this person was from 200 years ago. He couldn't hear it." Zhizunbao looked disgusted.

"Cut, I just forgot, what's the big deal." Zixia curled her lips and said to Li Bai again: "Beautiful brother, we have been here for almost half an hour, Mr. Xie just found us and said that it is time for us to go back Yes, he's waiting for us ahead."

"So fast……"

"Well, Mr. Xie said that we are not people from this time and space. If we stay for a long time, our balance will be disrupted. We must go back quickly." Zixia glanced at the Onmyoji, somehow feeling that this person looked familiar.

Li Bai looked at the Onmyoji for a while, stretched out his hand as if to touch him, thought for a while and then retracted: "Let's... let's go."

Sure enough, Xie Jiuchen was waiting for a few people not far away, and when he saw Li Bai and the others coming out, he used his finger as a sword to cut his palm, and wrote strange characters in the air.

A golden talisman array rose out of nowhere on the ground, Zixia and Zhizunbao stood up first, Xie Jiuchen followed after, Li Bai glanced at Xie Jiuchen below, and also stood up.

It was already late at night when we got back to Zhaxing Building, Zixia was sleepy and tired and didn’t want to hurry, Xie Jiuchen asked her to choose a room to rest in Zhaixing Building, Zhizunbao was worried about Zixia, so he stayed in the room opposite Zixia, The huge Zhaixing Building was suddenly quiet, and Xie Jiuchen and Li Bai were relatively silent in the main hall.

"What do you want?" Li Bai finally spoke first.

"what"

Li Bai sneered slightly: "Didn't you just let me see that scene on purpose today?"

Xie Jiuchen: "..."

"no?"

"Yes."

"You know that if you just call me to go with you, I'm definitely not willing, so you find Zixia, use my worry about her, come with you, and then let me see him."

"You know I can't let him go, you know he is still very important to me," Li Bai said unsteadily, as if he was trying to restrain himself: "That's why I saw that scene today, which aroused my love for him." I think about it... I can't bear him, I don't want him to be scattered like this, I'm not reconciled..."

Xie Jiuchen: "..."

"You knew this a long time ago, that's why you let me see him. The purpose is to let me make a deal with you, right?" Li Bai smiled coolly, and his eyes were wet.

Xie Jiuchen lowered his eyes.

"Heh... why do you have to act like this? Your goal has been achieved, you should be happy, shouldn't you?" Li Bai sneered: "Come on, tell me, what do you want?"

"My strength, appearance, life... whatever you want, you take it all, take it all."

"I want him to live."

Xie Jiuchen lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, then got up and walked out the door, and sat down on the corridor near the door.

When you look up, it's pitch black, only the full moon above your head has a hint of brightness.

"Forcibly bury me in the bottom of my heart and reveal the things I don't want to admit. You are really... a good means." Li Bai's voice was behind him, with a hoarse voice.

meaning.

He didn't want to admit that he still loved that person, but he had to.

The wound in the heart was torn open, and a handful of salt was sprinkled, but the perpetrator felt that it was not enough, and then stabbed him again.However, he had no choice but to bear the knife for life.

"The moon is gone, do you think it will rain tonight?"

I don't know how long it took before Xie Jiuchen said such an irrelevant sentence.

Li Bai: "..."

The night is filled, and the silent black seems to suck every ray of air.

"Why do you want to escape?" Li Bai lowered his eyes: "You should have been planning for a long time, and now I take the initiative to send you to your door to achieve your goal, why do you want to escape?"

"Because..." Xie Jiuchen said in a low voice, and then stopped suddenly after saying two words. After thinking for a while, he didn't know what to think, and then he sneered again, unable to tell whether it was helplessness or self-deprecating.

His hands melted into light, the jade flute appeared, and the wind picked up his clothes, and he left with a flick of his sleeves.

Li Bai didn't catch up, but leaned against the door and sat down.

He slowly closed his eyes and lowered his head, his brows were full of tiredness, he suddenly wished that he could sleep again, and when he woke up, the world would be filled with vicissitudes.

The autumn wind blows, and the flute sounds.

The sound of the flute, which should have been loud and clear, is sad and deep, so heavy that it seems to be able to overwhelm people.

Why escape?

A drop of liquid suddenly fell from the flute.

Because... I was afraid that he would hate me.

Li Bai packed his bags and decided to leave.

In fact, there is nothing to clean up, just a jug of wine, a sword, and a bunch of things that Yi Di Renjie wrote for him.

He couldn't let Di Renjie go, so he finally made a deal with Xie Jiuchen.

Xie Jiuchen said that he was not an ordinary fox demon, but a thousand-year-old fox, who asked for his life and strength in exchange for Di Renjie's reincarnation.In order to prevent himself from forgetting him, he asked Xie Jiuchen to store his memories with past life memories.

"Forget it, I'll help you one more time. As for the afterlife, whether the memory of the past life can return to your hands is God's will."

Providence...?

Xie Jiuchen said that he only has ten days to live, and within these ten days, every day he passes, he will be seven years old, and his strength will gradually be lost.

Seven years of aging in one day, and 70 years in those ten days, it turns out that I will experience aging and death like ordinary people so quickly.

"Don't do anything to her anymore."

"it is good."

It was time to go, he glanced at Zhaixing Tower, turned and left.

On the first day he went to the desert, the solitary smoke curled up, the sun set over the long river, and the yellow sand was everywhere, and there was no one there.

He sat alone on the rock, blankly, not knowing what he was looking at.

It was also here when I came with Di Renjie that time, he danced swords and drank wine.

He looked at his eyes, very lonely.

Li Bai took out the jug and took a sip.

The next day, Li Bai was sailing on the river. He sat on the bow and watched the fish swimming in the river for several hours.

The water was so clear that he reached out to touch it.

Autumn water is bitterly cold.

On the third day, he climbed an unknown hill and fell down on the hill.

The sky was gray, and there was still a drizzle.

He remembered that on a sunny winter day a year ago, someone was lying here beside him.

He habitually reached out to touch the side, and all he touched were the wet grass blades.

The rain hit his face, but he didn't feel it.

It's unbelievable how many people left.

He closed his eyes, feeling a little like crying.

On the fourth day, he went to the brothel, but was stopped by several girls when he arrived at the door.

"I said, sir, why do you dare to come to a place like ours if you have money?"

"Grand... Lord?" He was a little dazed.

The brothel woman sneered: "What's the matter, at your age and appearance, you still want to pretend to be a young guy?"

That's right, he almost forgot that he has lived for seven years now.At the age of a mortal, how many seven years can one be old?

He smiled belatedly, and walked away slowly.

That person... doesn't like Yingge Yanyu in the brothel.

On the fifth day, he went to a tavern, sat on a stool by the window, held his chest and kept coughing, quite out of breath.

Is this what it feels like to grow old?

A jug of wine costs [-] Wen, but he only has [-] Wen after counting the whole body.The tavern owner shook his head helplessly and offered him a penny on credit.

The cheap and clumsy drink was imported, he thought about it, and finally swallowed it.

Huaiying, it would be nice if you were here.

On the sixth day, he arrived at the border of Datang. He sat down against the gate of the city, feeling dizzy.

He is old and has become an old man over sixty years old. His beard and hair are gradually graying, his limbs are exhausted, and his spiritual power is losing little by little. It is difficult to walk a few more steps.

The battle was still going on, and the fleeing crowd poured into the city, crying wildly. Someone accidentally stepped on him, and he felt some pain. He tried to stand up against the wall, but was pushed down and fell to the ground.

The arm was scratched by the stone, and the blood overflowed the flesh.He wanted to think about it, but he was crushed by the surging crowd and had no strength left.

When the crowd dispersed, he hugged the package full of Di Renjie's letters tightly, without saying a word.

On the seventh day, he finally entered the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

Datang still looked dilapidated and miserable, and he was saddened to see it.

The child on the side of the road was so hungry that he cried loudly. He walked in tremblingly, reaching out to touch his head, but the next moment the child snatched the package and ran away quickly.

He chased all the way and even used the last bit of spiritual power left, but he still couldn't catch up.

He stood on the street in a daze, looking at the panic-stricken people coming and going, his white lips trembling uncontrollably, a tear slipped from his empty eyes, and flowed down against his dry face.

That's... what Huaiying wrote to him...

On the eighth day, he finally arrived at Chang'an City, and he was completely an old man.

His eyes were blurred, he could not see clearly, and his ears could not hear very clearly. The sword on his back was heavy, and he was a little out of breath.

He walked to the door of a mansion and sat on the steps, wanting to rest for a while.

His withered and old hands trembled and took out a steamed bun, tremblingly put it into his mouth, but before he entered his mouth, he was hit by a sudden stone.

"Old man, don't even look at this place, can you stay here, get out of here!" the guard soldier yelled at him ferociously.

He said nothing, and looked down at the steamed buns on the ground. The soldier sneered and crushed the steamed buns under his feet: "I told you to eat it, get out!"

He coughed a few times, stood up from the ground with difficulty, and walked away step by step with his hunched body.

On the ninth day, he planned to leave Chang'an, but his spiritual power was exhausted, and he couldn't walk anymore, so he could only lie down in a ruined temple on the outskirts of the city.

It rained at night, he had a high fever, his lips were dry and cracked, and he couldn't speak a word in his hoarse voice, but his mouth shape seemed to be calling someone's name constantly

"Huaiying."

On the tenth day, the rain became heavier and heavier, and he was burning and shivering from the cold.

He lay down on the thatched pile and hugged the sword tightly, and then repeated it, not knowing whether he was dreaming or recalling.

For a while, the onmyoji taught him to read, for a while, the scene of Qingqiu being slaughtered, for a while, his chest was pierced by a token, for a while, he hugged himself covered in blood and cried.

Will there be an afterlife?

Huaiying, I miss you, miss you so much, wait for me in the next life, please, don't leave me behind, please?I like you, I want to be with you, always, always.

Huaiying... can you hear me?

If there is a next life, I won't hurt you, so don't hurt me again, okay?

Huaiying, Huaiying, Huaiying...

miss you.

miss you.

I'm running out of energy... I miss you again.

He opened his eyes and saw a hazy cloud like a fairy mountain.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, and his chapped lips were bloodshot.

He wanted to say something, but slowly closed his eyes.

The world is so quiet.