soul repair

When Song Guzhui woke up the next morning, rumors spread everywhere in the Cen family that Cen Moxing was let out by someone last night.

Who released it?How could he enter Cen's house so easily and let him go?

The young Cen family detains people, and Cen Moxing grew up here. The Cen family couldn't bear to be too cruel to him, so they didn't treat him badly, and only waited for Cen Xuqiu's instructions.But Cen Fuqiu kept silent and didn't say anything. Cen Moxing was usually quiet and didn't need to deliver meals, so many people forgot about him over time.

Things are a little weird.

Something happened to Guan Lingdao when they were at Hua's house, and when they returned to Cen's house, Cen Moxing was let go again.Ji Qingyan said that the one who plotted against Guan Lingdao was a soul cultivator, but looking around, who is a soul cultivator?

Even if he is a soul cultivator, how capable is he? How can he easily torture Guan Lingdao with soul art?

It didn't make sense and he couldn't figure it out, Song Guzhui discussed with Shi Knocking and Tsing Yi for a long time, but he couldn't figure out who was obstructing it, and he was at a loss.

Mo Zhongxian has been surprisingly quiet since he returned to Cen's house, often staring at the window in a daze, listless about everything.Song Guzhui could more or less guess what was on his mind, and sat beside him when he had nothing to do: "Even if I don't remember anything, at least I will stay by your side."

It's still uncomfortable to say, but it's time to arrange the funeral.

"Ah."

"The master of the palace sent a letter, and he will pick us up at Cen's house within three days. At that time, you will have no worries about food and clothing in Shangqing Palace. At least you can live your life in peace."

"Are there in three days?"

"That's right." Song Guzhui lay down beside him, looking up at the elegant carved beams in the guest room of Cen's house.They should go back after being away for so long, the world is so chaotic, staying in the Shangqing Palace is more stable after all, but it's a pity that Ji Qingyan's life and death are uncertain, and nothing can be found out about Guan Lingdao, making people feel uneasy.

"You rest, I'll go out and have a look." He sat up from the bed, left Mo Zhongxian to rest, and went out by himself.

The cave where Cen Moxing was originally imprisoned is now in a mess, the prison door was cut off by a sharp sword, and the chains that bound him were also cut off. At least the person who rescued him was not an ordinary person.He knelt down and touched the broken black iron, his heart suddenly moved, and he felt a sense of inexplicable familiarity.

The feeling is indescribable. He has used the sword for many years. The strength of the blade and the broken hole look very strange, as if he is the one who wields the sword.

Weird, weird.

There is some lingering uneasiness in my heart.

He can't remember anything about the night, and this is the most difficult thing for him to let go.But he and Mo Zhongxian slept in the same room, and he could at least notice when he went out by himself.Mo Zhongxian didn't say anything, it can be seen that he didn't go out in the middle of the night, did he think too much, or is there some problem?

The days in winter are short, and it was already night when we returned. Mo Zhongxian fell asleep facing the bed, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, he half sat up: "Brother Song?"

Song Guzhui forced a smile: "Are you still asleep? Is it cold? I'll close the doors and windows."

Mo Zhongxian only heard some noise from the windows and doors, and after a while, Song Guzhui took off his coat and lay down on the nearby bed, and asked with a nonchalant smile, "I'm unconscious at night, is it sometimes Running around?"

"No."

Song Guzhui was quiet for a moment: "That's good."

Unknowingly, it was late at night again, Mo Zhongxian sat up from the bed with his knees in his arms, groped and crawled to his side, and said, "Brother Song, take me to the woods under Lianjing Peak in the northwest of Cen's house."

Song Guzhui didn't say a word, picked him up like a wooden man, and pushed open the window.

Mo Zhongxian leaned against his chest.

Even Jingfeng was where Cen Moxing lived before, others thought he had escaped, but in fact he didn't.Cen Moxing grew up here since he was a child, and he knows the mountains, rivers, plants and trees of the Cen family like the back of his hand, so he hides under the nose of the Cen family.Cen Fuqiu sent people to look for it near the foot of the mountain, but it was a waste of effort.

His not escaping can only mean one thing.He really wanted what Mo Zhongxian was holding.Mo Zhongxian didn't know what the use of this thing was, why he was willing to take the risk of being killed to stay?

But he wants to, and that's a good thing.

Lighting a short stick of incense in the cold wind, Mo Zhongxian's consciousness left his body, and drifted to the man in black.He couldn't see his eyes and couldn't walk with his legs, but as long as he left a trace of soul energy on the objects on Cen Moxing's body, he could grope for traces of him.

Even if Cen Moxing wanted to escape, he might not be able to escape.

Cen Moxing slowly walked out from the depths of the woods.

"What do you want? I said I'll give you the antidote within seven days, and it's useless to find me now."

Mo Zhongxian said: "Someone from Shangqing Palace will come to pick us up within three days. I will have the antidote before then, otherwise we will leave and you will get nothing."

"You hold them back."

"I'm a cripple, why procrastinate? I'll come back the night after tomorrow, and there must be an antidote then." Mo Zhongxian poked his neck, "If Brother Song wakes up, I'll tell you where the thing is hidden. If it doesn't work, I'll destroy that thing."

Cen Moxing looked at him without saying a word.

"The night after tomorrow, Zishi."

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After tossing and turning, he couldn't fall asleep. It was the coldest time in the morning when he lay under the blanket and was dazed for a moment. Not long after, he was in a trance and heard a slight sound coming from the door and the window. He sat up half up: "Brother Song."

Song Guzhui didn't know what he was doing, he didn't speak for a long time, Mo Zhongxian asked again, Song Guzhui turned around and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"it is good."

"Did I stay in my room properly?"

"Have."

Song Guzhui remained silent for a long while, then gently opened the door and said, "I'm going out for a while, and I won't be back until evening. You should pack your things first, lest you forget things in a hurry when you leave."

It doesn't matter if he's there or not, Song Guzhui went out for two days in a row, and when he came back the next night he was already unconscious, his body was blown cold by the north wind, and he leaned against Mo Zhongxian's bed and froze.It was not uncommon for Mo Zhongxian to see him like this, so he pulled the quilt to warm him up, and slept carelessly all night.

The antidote will be available at night, and he can't sleep.

Cen Moxing may still play tricks, but Song Guzhui has already reached this stage, can it be worse than this?Besides, he felt that Cen Moxing didn't dare to act recklessly this time, and he couldn't explain why, but he always felt that Cen Moxing was in awe and anxious about the thing in his hand.

There was always a feeling that what Cen Moxing gave him tonight would be the real antidote.

"Are you awake?" he asked.

He vaguely felt that the sky was already clear, and there was a rustling sound from the bedside. It seemed that Song Guzhui had also woken up and was standing up quietly to get dressed.

"Yeah." Song Guzhui said in a low voice, "I'll take you out today."

"Where to go?"

"Go down the nearby mountain."

His heart was pounding.This was the first time that Song Guzhui took him out alone. Although he had met day and night before, he had never taken him down the mountain specially like now.When he got the antidote, he let Song Guzhui take it in the middle of the night, and from tonight onwards he would be able to return to his original state.In the future, Song Guzhui will be fine, and there will be more opportunities to take him out. If Tianzhen can heal his eyes and legs, maybe, maybe——

Song Guzhui picked him up, put on a warm winter coat, and let him lean in his arms.

He didn't dare to be too obvious. Song Guzhui regarded him as his younger brother, so he could only regard himself as his younger brother.He can't think too much about what will happen in the future. The matter of saving him is rotten in his stomach, and he can't talk about it in the future, and he can't let people know about it.

Snuggling up dizzily, without the slightest bit of cold wind, he followed Song Guzhui all the way down the mountain.

The Cen family was located in the Northern Dynasty, and the nearby scenery must be full of snow and ice, with endless whiteness, which is different from the gentleness and softness of the Southern Dynasty.He couldn't see with his eyes, but the whistling wind in his ears was irritating, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Not long after, the wind stopped, and the surrounding was much warmer, and the sound of sparks from burning firewood could be vaguely heard.They seemed to have walked into some kind of courtyard, a few people walked up with small steps in a very regular manner, and said respectfully: "Mr. Song."

These voices include men and women, some in their teens, and some women in their 40s and [-]s. They don't sound like disciples of the Xian family, but servants of a rich family.

"This is Mr. Mo." Song Guzhui put him down, it was soft like a bed.

The standing people called out in unison: "Mr. Mo."

Mo Zhongxian just felt a little uneasy for no reason, and didn't know what happened, so he sat silently.He couldn't see Song Guzhui's expression, but felt that his breathing was a little messy, and said slowly: "This is the person you will take care of from now on. Don't neglect your daily meals, dressing and bathing."

"Yes."

Mo Zhongxian only felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he had been hit hard by something, and pulled his sleeve at a loss.Song Guzhui ignored him, gently pulled his clothes away, and said to the servants: "You all go down."

"Yes."

"Brother Song, what are you going to do?" The door closed, and Mo Zhongxian fumbled on the bed in a panic, as if trying to get out of bed.

Song Guzhui took a few steps back, stood about two feet away from him, and said expressionlessly, "Guan Lingdao was plotted against that day, and it was you who did it."

Mo Zhongxian's eyes were sour, and he subconsciously bit his lip, neither admitting nor denying it.

"Why?" He shook his head again as soon as the words came out, and said in a low voice, "I don't know what's on your mind, and I don't want to care about why. I don't know anything at night, and you are inconvenient, so you use me to do things for you .”

Mo Zhongxian had never been so agitated like now, his eyes were so sore, and even his body couldn't help shaking.

"I didn't want to doubt you, but the day before yesterday I pulled a piece of hair on the door and window to see if I had pushed the door out in the middle of the night. The next morning the hair broke, but you said I didn't go out at night, so I went down After leaving the mountain, I carefully searched for clues on the way back and forth, and found one thing from Huacaihang—the night when Guan Lingdao had an accident, when everyone was in a hurry, a disciple of the Hua family accidentally saw I dropped something in the valley in the middle of the night."

Mo Zhongxian hugged his knees and buried his head.

Song Guzhui picked out a few red fragments from the bundle on the table and put them on Mo Zhongxian's bed: "I searched in the mountain stream for more than two hours, and found these few fragments. I recognize these fragments, yes. The Soul Refining Pagoda that Yan Wu used to refine his soul in the Red Sandalwood Palace—why did I throw this thing down in the middle of the night?"

"Brother Song—" He choked up, and reached out to grab his sleeve again.

"The Soul Refining Pagoda is a Horcrux. Daoists can't repair it with spiritual energy. Only by using soul energy can it be restored to its original state. The pagoda was already destroyed when I entered the Red Sandalwood Palace. The Lord of the Third Palace asked me to keep the fragments with me. Find out the truth about refining the soul. It's just that I was negligent, and I didn't expect you to do such a thing."

"Brother Song, I didn't mean to harm him, I really, really—"

"Is there a reason?" Song Guzhui looked at him indifferently, "What reason is it that you can lure Guan Lingdao's soul out without caring about anything, and let him suffer life and death in the Soul Refining Pagoda, and he was almost killed when he came out? gone?"

"I, I'm for—" At this point, I couldn't say it.It shouldn't be like this, no one should know about Guan Lingdao, and Song Guzhui's problem has been solved, what should we do now, is it still useful to tell the truth?

Song Guzhui saw that he was just crying and kept silent, and became more and more discouraged. He lowered his eyes and said, "You don't need to say it. Even if you want to save my life, you shouldn't plot against Guan Lingdao. You should not plot against Guan Lingdao. If you do such a thing, I can no longer trust you in the future, let alone take you back to the Shangqing Palace. I have arranged servants in this yard to take care of your daily necessities, so you can stay here from now on."

What?Mo Zhongxian only felt heartache and unbearable, and hurriedly pulled Song Guzhui's sleeve: "Brother Song, Brother Song, don't do this, don't leave me here. I have no other hopes and thoughts in this life, Brother Song , forgive me once, I will never dare to—"

Song Guzhui grabbed his neckline suddenly, and his voice was faintly angry: "Forgive you, forgive you for what? I will never dare again in the future. How dare you say this? I thought you understood me, but now I I just realized that you don’t understand me at all. Your temperament is like this, you don’t know right from wrong, you don’t know good from evil, and you only do things according to your own temperament. If you were asked to re-election, what would you do? Lingdao?"

Mo Zhongxian stopped talking and just cried softly.

"It's not me who should forgive you, I'm just discouraged with you." Song Gu chased the silence and then took a few steps back, "The Shangqing Palace can't tolerate traitors and spies, even if they are spared, they must be expelled. Last time Cleared out the traitors, and killed my nodding acquaintance, Knocking's biological brother, the old palace lord killed him with his own hands. I don't know why you did this, and I don't want to know. Mo Zhongxian, you and I are destined Therefore, I can't keep a person who will harm my own people at any time by my side."

There are ancient teachings handed down in the early morning of the Shang Dynasty, and the death of the Shang Qing must start from the inside.He couldn't afford this sinner, and he couldn't trust him anymore.In fact, I don't hate it in my heart, but I feel empty and very discouraged.No matter how nice this young man is to him, he will never be able to truly communicate with him.

Fortunately, Guan Lingdao didn't die. If he really died, he would feel sorry for Ji Qingyan who had been kind to him for more than ten years.

"Brother Song, Brother Song, don't do this—"

And Cen Moxing's antidote, if he left now, how would he be able to cure the poison on his body?When he cares about people to the extreme, he only thinks about his safety even at this time, but no matter how much he wants to give, the other party doesn't care at all.

What does Song Guzhui want?

I want to understand, I want to enter his heart, but it seems like there is a layer of mountains, looking at it from a distance, no matter what, I can't get close.

"Brother Song, Brother Song——"

He didn't know when Song Guzhui left, but he cried so much that he disappeared while crying, and left a sentence before leaving: "Don't blame me for leaving you in Beichao."

Even Nan Chao refused to take him there, just because he used soul magic to control his mind, and wanted him to stay as far away as possible.Mo Zhongxian's eyes were red and swollen, and he sat against the wall without making a sound, as if his soul had died, he was huddled in a dark corner in a daze.

In the middle of the night, there was some movement on the branches outside, and a man in black quietly fell in through the window.He looked at the black shadow huddled in the corner, and said, "I brought the antidote, what do you want? Song Guzhui doesn't want you anymore?"

The black figure in the corner didn't make a sound for a long time, but suddenly he turned his face and said a few words vaguely.

"What did you say?" Cen Moxing was a little impatient.

"I said, you find a way to let Brother Song take the antidote and remove the poison in your body, otherwise you don't want to know where I hid that thing."

A burst of anger surged in Cen Moxing's heart, and he pulled his hair violently from the corner of the wall. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were dark and heavy with murderous intent.

Mo Zhongxian didn't seem to feel the pain, and let him grab his hair: "When you give him the antidote, don't let him know that I gave it to him. If he knows, he will definitely, definitely not take it—"

"Song Guzhui is your business, I just give you the antidote."

"If you want to kill me, then kill me, if you want to torture me, then torture me. No one will care when I die. Killing me is like trampling an ant to death. But what you want is gone..."

Cen Moxing's eyes suddenly moved.

Mo Zhongxian didn't speak, just hung his hair in a daze: "You can turn me into a puppet, but unfortunately I'm no better than ordinary people now. I've practiced a lot of soul arts recently, and when I'm about to die, I can destroy my own soul. You can't even block it." Can't live."

Cen Moxing sneered, and pulled him up from the bed: "You want your Brother Song to live, don't you, I will let him live."