soul repair

Ji Qingyan saw that he didn't speak, and Shi Knock could not help but speak angrily. It's a pity that his temperament is gentle and polite. Even when he quarreled, he became bookish: "When you practiced soul art and killed people, or If you die, you must come to the Red Sandalwood Palace, how can you blame the Third Palace Master?"

Before he finished saying this, Ji Qingyan interrupted him: "No need to say more, take it with you."

Mo Zhongxian ignored him, just buried his head on his knees silently, as if he was closed and couldn't hear anything.

Not long after, a few disciples flew down from above and carried Mo Zhongxian and others up.Hua Caixing saw that he had gone far away: "This person knows the way to save Lingdao, have you offended him?"

"He practiced soul art and killed someone. At that time, I caught him and sent him to the Red Sandalwood Palace."

"He hates you to death now, you want to kneel to him?"

Ji Qingyan was silent for a moment: "It's the same whether you kneel or not."

Mo Zhongxian doesn't care about anything now, even if he kneels, it's just to make him happy.Besides, with his state of mind, even if he told Ji Qingyan how to rescue him, he would not dare to believe it.

Qi Ning stood beside him and said, "It's okay to force him to tell the truth, there are plenty of ways."

Ji Qingyan didn't make a sound, just looked at his back.

Hua Caixing shook his head and said: "He has been tortured for a long time, and now he has no interest in life. Maybe he already wants to die. Your methods may not be effective. If he deliberately says something wrong, he will not be able to save people, but it will hurt Guan. The life of Lingdao."

He did everything he could to get some clues, but because he couldn't find any results, Ji Qingyan sat alone under the bamboo forest outside the courtyard all night.

In the early morning, the sound of stone knocking came to report: "I bathed him last night and put him to sleep. I didn't say a word to others, and I didn't eat. I just looked at myself in a daze. When I was taking a bath, the disciple who helped him groom They were all driven out."

Ji Qingyan was silent for a while: "Continue to watch him, continue to torture other people, and see if anyone knows anything."

"How about... let Qi Ning try it?" Shi Knock hesitated.

"Mo Zhongxian is paranoid, the more he is tortured, the less he will tell the truth." Ji Qingyan raised his sleeves on the stone table and was wet by Yelu, "This person doesn't like hard and soft, Qi Ning will be self-defeating if he is not careful."

"Yes."

While talking, Tsing Yi walked in, handed a note to Ji Qingyan's hand, and gestured: Letter from Shangqing Palace, safe and sound.

Seeing what he said, Shi Knocking's face immediately softened a lot, and asked in a low voice: "Old Palace Master, Grand Palace Master, and Deacon Song are all alright?"

Tsing Yi nodded with joy on his face.

Ji Qingyan briefly read the note.More than 500 of the [-] Red Sandalwood Palace disciples died, and the rest were imprisoned in the Shangqing Palace. The Shangqing Palace was not only safe and sound, it can be said that it was a complete victory.It's a pity that although the altar master in yellow was killed, the altar master in black took advantage of the chaos and escaped.

Looking at the last sentence on the note, Ji Qingyan's eyes flickered, and he said, "Gu Zhui is coming to the Red Sandalwood Palace."

"For what?" Shi Knocking turned his head.

"I don't know." Ji Qingyan put down the note and was silent for a moment, then suddenly called Tsing Yi to him and gave some instructions in a low voice.Tsing Yi listened silently, nodded and left quickly.

The situation is so stalemate.Hua Luochun seemed to be looking for something, but the place he was looking for turned out to be such a hidden place that there was no trace of him for several days.It is said that after refining the soul, black things will be formed in the soul refining tower and condense into beads, but what are these things used for and where are they hidden, no one in the Red Sandalwood Palace knows.Mo Zhongxian fell asleep after eating, and fell into a daze when he fell asleep, ignoring outsiders, let alone talking to Ji Qingyan, he was just waiting to die every day.

There was still no result. Many days later in the evening, Ji Qingyan went to see him again.

Mo Zhongxian sat against the wall, looking at the fiery red sunset outside the window, his eyes could not see, but he still seemed to feel the brightness of the light.The body is much cleaner and fresher than before, but the skin is still wrapped around the bones, so thin, even if it is originally handsome, it still looks terrifying.

Ji Qingyan's existence really disgusted him, he didn't say anything, but groped into the bed, lay his back on him, seemed to want to drive him away by sleeping.Ji Qingyan stood at the door for a while, and said: "If you don't tell me how to save Lingdao, he will definitely die."

Mo Zhongxian's thin body was motionless.

"I was the one who felt sorry for you last year." Ji Qingyan said again.

"It's none of my business if your apprentice dies or not." Mo Zhongxian interrupted him abruptly, "If you want to kill me, just kill me. Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

"I know you are not afraid of death." The reason why Mo Zhongxian is not afraid of anything is because he has nothing to worry about.No one in this world loves him and loves him, what else can he not give up?He himself is suffering, so what does it matter to him whether others are living well or not?He wished that others would suffer as much as he did.

"My apprentice who loves you so much, you knelt down and kowtowed to me. Maybe one day you will make me happy, and I will tell the story." I laughed selfishly while talking, but there seemed to be something in the laughter. With some other emotions, like uncomfortable, but also like stupid, "Don't you love your apprentice, why don't you even kneel down to me for him?"

Ji Qingyan looked at him silently.

"Say that I kill innocent people, how good are you Daoist cultivators? You're working together!" His face was flushed, his eyes were wide open, protruding from their eye sockets, and his breath was short of breath. "At that time you When you sent me to the Red Sandalwood Palace, did you think of today? You can't let go of your figure even after kowtowing a few times?"

Suddenly there was the sound of two people's hurried footsteps outside the room, but the voices were not loud, intertwined and not chaotic, as if they were rushing in.Immediately afterwards, a man's voice sounded in the room: "The Lord of the Third Palace."

The voice was deep and hoarse, respectful and humble, just this one sentence made Mo Zhongxian sit up, his body trembled slightly, his eyes turned to the source of the voice, he couldn't see anything, but the gnashing of teeth on his face immediately retracted.

"Gu Zhui, you've traveled thousands of miles, you've worked hard."

I only heard the man say: "It's not hard." The voice paused, and the slight sound of footsteps came towards Mo Zhongxian. Mo Zhongxian's breath suddenly became flustered, and his fingers tightly grasped the quilt on the bed.

"The third palace master said that you are here, it is true." The man was already standing in front of him, only a few feet away, and Mo Zhongxian could almost smell his scent.He and Song Guzhui had only been together for two days, but he always thought of him for some reason. The young man touched his skinny fingers and pinched them convulsively.

He remembered that before leaving, Song Guzhui refused to look at him again, he was terribly disappointed in him.However, during the year of darkness in the Red Sandalwood Palace, he always thought more than once, how could he be disappointed if he had no expectations?Disappointment is caring and loving, and Ji Qingyan has never been disappointed with him, because he never cared about how he was, so naturally he would not expect anything.

Feelings are mutual, at the beginning Song Guzhui left a ray of warmth in his heart, and this warmth has been hidden there.If Song Guzhui hadn't been disappointed at that time, what would it have been like, staying by his side every day to catch soul cultivators?No, no, the eldest brother has not avenged, how can he live in peace?Thoughts are always wandering between many "ifs", and finally gradually forgotten, all yearning and hopes are gone, leaving only cultivation, darkness, and day-to-day torture and pain.

He knows that he is a superfluous person, and he can't think of anyone who can remember him. Sometimes he feels that he is not as good as a bird.What happens when the bird dies and there are other birds mourning him?I'm afraid it will just be carried to the back mountain and turned into a pile of bones, let the eagle eat it, tear his skin, and grab his eyes.Why should he be nice to others when others treat him like this?What did Ji Qingyan do to him, what kindness did he have, why did he save his apprentice?

Why is his apprentice so lucky!

His bony fingers were bleeding from his grasp, but he still scratched unconsciously. Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed him.That hand was bigger than his own, and it made him tremble all over when he wrapped it around him. Mo Zhongxian broke back violently, pulled out his hand, and sat on the bed wrapped in the quilt.He touched his hair subconsciously, and suddenly remembered that his brother once said that his face looked a little scary when he was thin.

It's scary!He hid his face under the quilt like a mouse, not wanting to be seen.He doesn't care if it scares Ji Qingyan, it's even better if it scares Ji Qingyan, but he just doesn't want to show it to Song Guzhui.

The man was quiet outside for a long time, and said slowly: "Are you afraid of me?"

The word "not afraid" was swallowed in his throat, but he couldn't say anything. Mo Zhongxian just huddled his head under the quilt.Song Guzhui waited for a long time and said, "You should rest."

He followed Ji Qingyan out of the door, looked into the room for a while, and closed the door gently.Song Guzhui's heart looked like it was being pressed by a big rock, his hand rested on the door, and the expression on his face was solemn like the sky in late autumn. "It turned out to be like this." He said to himself.

"I ran away three times, and my legs were completely broken, and my eyes were blinded." Ji Qingyan's voice was low, only the two of them could hear him, "Now I just want to die, and I don't listen to anyone."

"Well, Tsing Yi told me on the way." Song Guzhui's heart was heavy, "I'll think of a way."

Ji Qingyan nodded: "Just now he hid under the quilt when he saw you, this is the first time."

Song Guzhui gently pushed the door open again: "He and I..." The things between the two of them can't be explained clearly. At the beginning, there was a feeling of pity for this child, and his attitude towards him was different from others. Mo Zhongxian did indeed It is to listen to him.It's just that he didn't expect him to become like this now, with a paranoid and twisted personality.

The person under the quilt in the room poked his head out, and suddenly heard the man's long and heavy sigh from outside the door, he sat there in a daze, his heart seemed to be poured with warm water, and warm waves surged up one after another.My mood went back to the night when I slept outside on the Twelve Peaks of the Qing Dynasty a year ago, there were only the two of them, laughing and talking about listening to the soul by the campfire.He more or less understood that he was an asshole, and no one liked him, but he didn't feel guilty or guilty about any asshole, and he just didn't want Song Guzhui to think he was an asshole.

The footsteps outside the door gradually went away, and he sat on the bed with his knees hugged, gently pulling his fingers.His legs had already lost feeling, his body was covered with scars, and his whole body was mutilated.He, who is neither human nor ghost, died in that cave long ago, what else is he hoping for?