soul repair

Autumn is Jun Mo's favorite season. In order to survive the winter, the mice in the mountains usually eat a lot, they are round and fat, and they can't run fast.Back then it was just a little snake, and it couldn't learn how to hunt it down, so it had to wait helplessly for Shi Yunsheng and Stone Knocking to catch mice and feed it.This year is the first autumn without Shi Yunsheng. Not only is Yunsheng's brother gone, but even Guan Lingdao who just appeared last year is also gone.

What disappeared with it was Shi Qiaosheng's writing brush.

It didn't disappear completely, the pen was still there, but it was empty inside.

Song Guzhui was sitting and drinking tea with Shiqiaosheng in the pavilion. Cen's house is located in the north of the Yangtze River, and the climate is much drier than Shangqing Palace. The road is paved with blue stones, the big house is big and the trunks of the ancient trees are all seven or eight feet high. Together, the huge courtyard looks much more empty.The ancestors of the Cen family loved ginkgo, and there are hundreds of thousands of ginkgo trees all over the courtyard. When autumn comes, the golden ginkgo leaves rustle, and the wind blows, and small fans fall everywhere.

Jun Mo curled up on the wooden chair next to Shi Qiaosheng's legs, the tail moved, and the sound of water splashing in the stream made two unidentified birds fall down and hang upside down on the nearby branches, looking around. Where does the running water come from around here?

"What's wrong with it?" Song Gu asked, "It seems to be in a bad mood."

"Well, let it go." Shi Knocking took a sip of tea, "No one will have a hard time this year."

This is true, no one is having a hard time.Mo Zhongxian sat next to him with his big eyes open, his eyes were blank, but his fingers trembled slightly.Recently, Song Guzhui often suddenly fell into a daze, and sometimes shut up suddenly while talking, and when he woke up, he didn't remember what he had done.

This strange phenomenon became more and more frequent, sometimes losing consciousness for three hours.

Every day is like a handout, living in fear, Song Guzhui doesn't know when he will become an unconscious monster.

But he didn't dare to say that, he was a blind and crippled useless man, Song Guzhui had to take care of even the little things in life, walking and walking, what could he do?Song Guzhui didn't want to mention this matter, so he could only pretend to forget it, but held his hand from time to time, subconsciously fearing that one day he would suddenly disappear.

Sometimes Song Guzhui saw him like this, and said: "I won't remember anything from now on, you can still order me to do this or that, that's how the disciples of Red Sandalwood Palace are."

What this means is that even if he becomes a puppet, he can still be by his side and take care of his daily life, just like before.

But what would he want a puppet that would only carry him around!

Even Cen Moxing can come back from the dead, why did Song Guzhui, such a good person, fall to such a state?In everyone's eyes, there is only Guan Lingdao who is going to die, and Song Guzhui has turned people into ghosts and ghosts for the sake of Shangqing Palace. Who cares about his life and death?

His hatred was overwhelming, and he couldn't help but want to bite someone when he thought of this.He lived with the others in Cen's house, and it didn't feel right to be waited on by others. He had to handcuff his wrists and ankles. On the surface, he was a converted prisoner.

"The Lord of the Third Palace is talking to Cen Moxing." Shi Knock said.

Back from the dead, I don't know what happened in the middle.Ji Qingyan treats the Cen family with the utmost benevolence and righteousness, he doesn't care about many things in this world, only the Cen family and Guan Lingdao can make him come here from afar.

Song Guzhui couldn't say anything.Ji Qingyan hid deeply before, and he never saw the clues. Recently, he came to Cen's house with him and realized that he was not unfamiliar with the etiquette, customs, and courtyards here, and his tone of voice when talking to the head of the family, Cen Fuqiu, was a little uncomfortable. Weird, it doesn't look like he has never dealt with each other before, and he can't help being secretly surprised.

Ji Qingyan probably lived here since childhood.

Cen Fuqiu has only one son, and that is the resurrected Cen Moxing, born to his dead wife Jiang Shi.Who is Ji Qingyan?

He had heard that Cen Yuqiu's deceased brother left behind a son.Not many people know about this matter, and he also recently heard it mentioned cryptically that this young man has a cold personality and doesn't like to get close to others, he is merciless in his attacks, and even hurt the disciples of the clan many times during the sparring.The Cen family didn't like him at all, but Cen Moxing felt that his cultivation was high, and he was willing to get close to him, letting him play with him in the mountains from time to time.

Not wanting to go out that day, he dozed off for no reason, and when he woke up, his vision was empty, and he just lost Cen Yuqiu's only son.

Cen Fuqiu's grief and disappointment were unspeakable, and he kicked the child out of the house, telling him never to come back.

The boy has never been seen since.

The Cen's family went all over the place to hunt down, searched a hundred miles around but couldn't find any clues, after searching for half a year, hope gradually faded.Many years later, the Cen family thought that Cen Moxing was dead, but he suddenly appeared again at this moment.

It was miraculous to disappear, and it was miraculous to come back.

Just like the resurrection from the dead now.

When Cen Moxing died, he couldn't find the reason, but he really died. However, the body of such a person who was so thoroughly dead that he was buried disappeared from the grave without anyone noticing it, and he was dying again after many days It appeared on the back mountain of Cen's house.

What happened to Cen Moxing these days?

"After Cen Moxing woke up, he sat quietly every day and kept his mouth shut. No one could ask him anything when he talked to him, but he wanted to see the third palace master. If it weren't for this, the Patriarch of the Cen family might not have let us in." Song Guzhui said.

The words were cryptic, but both he and Shi Knocking had vaguely guessed the outline of the matter.

If what happened back then were for someone else, I'm afraid I'd die and I wouldn't want to come back.He was merciless when he was driven out, but was it a casual trick to get him back?

Ji Qingyan came back for Cen Moxing, and he was ashamed of Cen Moxing.

Looking at the entire Cen family, only Cen Moxing is willing to get close to him.

"I just don't know what they're talking about." Shi Knocking held the listless Jun Mo in his arms, and subconsciously touched his brush again.

Sure enough, only he and Jun Mo were left.

The brush has been silent for a long time, but no matter what, he still wakes up at night to read books with him, and write down his insights on the pages from time to time.Until the day Lingdao was taken away from the Red Sandalwood Palace, the soul in the brush disappeared completely, and there has been no movement since then.

He has been aware of this for a long time, and he can't tell why, but he always feels that the soul in the brush is knowledgeable and sharp-minded, and he has really wronged it by staying in the pen holder.

Before it left, it wrote a sentence on the paper: "I have been with you for many years, and the laughter is in my ears. I hope you are well."

When Shi knocking saw the note, he didn't make a sound. He looked down for a while, then slowly folded the paper and put it away.

Only Jun Mo knows this. In the dead of night, he often holds the writing brush and just stares blankly all night.

"One wave is not settled, and another wave arises. I thought it would be good to destroy the Red Sandalwood Palace, but I didn't expect that there would be so many funeral affairs." Song Guzhui sighed, "I always feel that the matter of Cen Moxing has nothing to do with the Red Sandalwood Palace. "

Casualties are unavoidable in a big battle, but after careful calculation, who will win?

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Sandalwood incense curled up around the emaciated man, and the faint fragrance came from nowhere in the room.

The man is naturally Yan Ruyu, tall and tall. Although thin, he is haggard after recovering from a serious illness, which makes his features even more picturesque.He was wearing the Cen family's blue single clothes, with a haggard appearance, and smiled at Ji Qingyan: "Brother."

The Cen family doesn't distinguish between cousins ​​too clearly, as long as they come from the Cen family, they are called "brother" and "younger brother" among their peers.

"I'm not at Cen's house anymore." Ji Qingyan couldn't hear anything in his distant tone.

Cen Moxing lowered his head and sighed, and said after a while: "The blood of the Cen family is flowing in your body, there is nothing you can do if you don't want it, and others can't even want it."

Ji Qingyan didn't respond.Since the blood of the Cen family was flowing in his body, why did he have to be exiled to the Shangqing Palace, and he couldn't even return home?The blood of the Cen family is flowing in his body, but it is difficult to be a member of the Cen family after all.

"I died suddenly that day. I don't know if I ate something. At night, my body suddenly became stiff. I could hear and feel, but I couldn't move at all. After a while, I lost consciousness. I vaguely felt crying around me. I just can’t move. I don’t know how long after I was put into the coffin, my eyes were all black, and I was buried in the soil.” Thinking about the events of that day, Cen Moxing finally opened his mouth.

"Then?"

"After that, I was dug out by someone, and I was dragged to a place."

"Where?"

"At that time, I couldn't tell where it was. I only knew that the surrounding area was dark and smelled bad. It seemed to be a prison cell. After a while, I woke up, and there was a man in purple clothes in front of me. That was the purple-clothed altar master of the Red Sandalwood Palace." Cen Moxing's two hands His lips were tightly closed, his expression solemn.

"What did he do to you?"

"In the beginning, I just inquired about the affairs of my Cen family. I kept silent, so he started to ask about you. They were very interested in Shangqing Palace, and asked me if I had any relationship with you these years. I couldn't figure out what he was Do whatever you want, or say nothing."

Ji Qingyan looked down at his hand hidden in the sleeve, two fingers were broken at the same time, and his body was covered with scars, needless to say, he knew what happened.

"How did you escape?"

"Not long ago, the purple-clothed altar master never showed up again. I pretended to be dead and attracted the disciples who guarded me to come to see me. I waited for the opportunity to kill them all and escaped desperately." Cen Moxing lowered his eyes, "That's when I knew, It turns out that you led people into the Red Sandalwood Palace."

Ji Qingyan pondered: "Do you still remember where that place is?"

"remember."

"Okay, let's go take a look together after you recover from your injury."

"Yes." Cen Moxing said and got out of bed slowly, "I'm almost healed, and I can go out in a few days. The place is not far from here, and I can get there in two or three days."

"Alright, it's late at night, you go to bed first."

As soon as he returned to his residence, another disciple followed him, saying that Cen Moxing wanted to invite him to have a drink together in the evening, and Ji Qingyan agreed.Cen Moxing is the future head of the Cen family, he has such a favorable eye for Ji Qingyan, and his intentions are very clear.He didn't know what to say, Cen Fuqiu naturally couldn't say anything, sometimes he accidentally bumped into him in the yard, and his expression was slightly awkward.

Although he didn't say it clearly, Cen Fuqiu also talked about it with Cen Moxing, and many people passing by heard it. "One day when I'm here, he won't even think about going back to Cen's house," he said.

These words are for passers-by to hear, Sima Zhaozhi's heart is well known to passers-by, and to put it bluntly, he said it to Ji Qingyan, so Tsing Yi passed the words to Ji Qingyan's ears verbatim.Ji Qingyan nodded after hearing this, and put on an indifferent face as usual, whether it was sad or indifferent.

Cen Fuqiu has had a lot of things in the past few days, Cen Muyi was taken captive by the Red Sandalwood Palace for several months, but unexpectedly, he was rescued by Ji Qingyan and Qi Ning.When Cen Fuqiu took someone to the Red Sandalwood Palace to pick her up, what he saw was Qi Ning sitting in front of the bed with a bowl and feeding her soup. His face darkened at that time, and he immediately pulled Cen Muyi back.

This time when Ji Qingyan came to Cen's house, Qi Ning also wanted to come to the door, but Cen Xuqiu let others come in and blocked him at the door alone.For a son-in-law like Qi Ning, no one in the Northern and Southern Dynasties would want any parents who cherish their daughters. After all, the Cen family is an aristocratic family. If her daughter's reputation has been made like this, she will probably be locked at home for the rest of her life.

It is difficult for an honest official to decide on housework, and it is not clear what is right and what is wrong about this matter.

In the evening two days later, Ji Qingyan came to the back mountain alone to have a banquet.

The two tables for the Eight Immortals were placed under the ginkgo tree. This tree must have been around for thousands of years.The fan leaves are flying, the peaks are beautiful, and the setting sun is reflected in the sea of ​​clouds and the setting sun in the distance. It is really picturesque.

Cen Moxing stood under the tree and waited in his green clothes. His loose sleeves fluttered slightly, and the fragrance came with the wind.

Moxing of the Cen family wore incense on their bodies when they were born, and the outstanding characters can't help but attract people's imagination, so there is a saying in the poem that "the fragrance of the rain at night can be delicious".He himself doesn't like this statement, but he can't say anything. Usually, when his family members mention it, their faces are sullen, and no one dares to speak out when they see it.Therefore, this poem has been circulated outside for a long time, but no one in the Cen family mentioned it.

Cen Moxing politely invited him to his seat, and said with a smile: "I have recovered, let's drink tonight to reminisce, and go out tomorrow."

Ji Qingyan sat down at the table of the Eight Immortals, and was about to pick up the wine glass when he suddenly felt something furtively move in his sleeve, as if something was pulling his arm tightly, not wanting him to drink.

Ji Qingyan's mind stopped for a moment, and it couldn't stop jumping wildly in an instant.