soul repair

The news from Tsing Yi said that the person who listened to the soul lived in Baiping Town, two hundred miles away.It is a secular place away from remoteness and close to the prosperity of the Southern Dynasties.

In a shabby hut outside Baiping Town, lived a pair of brothers who were different from ordinary people. Their parents died early, and they had no other relatives. The two brothers depended on each other for a living by doing carpentry.Song Guzhui found this hut with great difficulty. It happened that there was a heavy rain, the hut was dripping wet, and the road was full of uneven muddy puddles.

Song Gu chased: "Palace Master, the person Tsing Yi mentioned is the younger brother of this pair of brothers."

Ji Qingyan nodded, as if he didn't want to get his clothes dirty, he stood and waited a dozen feet away from the door.Song Guzhui knocked on the door, and after a short while, a man ran out quickly. He looked like an adult man, but his stature was only slightly taller than that of a six or seven-year-old child. He asked, "Who are you? Do you want to do carpentry? "

Song Guzhui didn't want this person to be a dwarf, so he said politely: "Let's look for Mo Zhongxian."

"I'm Baekhyun, what are you looking for with my brother?" The dwarf obviously looked wary because he didn't know them, "My brother is sick and can't get out of bed."

Song Guzhui wanted others, so he naturally put down his figure and smiled with a good temper: "I know medical skills, I can help him find out——Is your brother sick because he often hears voices at night and can't sleep well?" ?”

"How do you know? Who are you?"

Song Guzhui said calmly, "Let us see your brother first, and then speak slowly when we have something to say."

Mo Boxian thought to himself that the family is poor and there are two men, is it possible that he is afraid of being robbed by them?Besides, Song Guzhui's clothes didn't look like a bully, so he opened the door: "Come in, he's lying in the back."

Song Gu chased him inside, and the whole hut was dark and damp, with water marks everywhere, as if it had been washed by the rain, the air was damp and moldy, not quite like a place for people to live in.

He walked to the bed, and there was a skinny young man lying on the bed, seventeen or eighteen years old, with a scorched yellow face, no flesh at all, and two big eyes bulging out, which looked scary.He heard the voice and sat up: "Who?"

Song Guzhui sat down beside him unhurriedly, and gently held his wrist. The young man didn't make a sound, but felt a warm air flow into his body.In an instant, he felt refreshed, his tiredness faded away, and the stuffiness in his chest also decreased a lot. The young man didn't know what was going on, so he couldn't help but stare at him in a daze.

Seeing that he was weak, Song Guzhui was afraid that the sound would frighten him, so he asked softly, "I heard that you can hear the voice of ghosts?"

The young man thought it was the first time he was treated so politely by such a well-dressed person, blushing and stumbled, he said, "Well, I could hear it when I was young."

"What are they like?"

"I can't see or see them, I can only hear their voices. As long as there are dead people around, I can hear their voices. Sometimes they are crying, sometimes they are angry, sometimes they are reluctant to leave, and they keep stopping Beside his wife and children." The young man looked at him a little cluelessly, "What do you want me for?"

Song Guzhui asked gently: "Why do you live outside the town?"

The young man was embarrassed, and subconsciously scratched the back of his hand: "People in the town have said that I am an ominous person since I was a child, that I am unlucky, and they don't like to see me. There are ghosts in the town from time to time at night, and I was again We couldn't sleep well because of the noise, and they kept bullying my brother, so we moved out of town."

"Have you heard the voice of a ghost?"

"Not yet." The boy couldn't help asking, "What's the voice of Li Gui?"

"People who have been wronged to death or killed innocently have especially heavy grievances, and the screams of the soul are shrill and long-lasting. They are really terrible ghosts." Song Guzhui looked at him, "Have you heard it?"

"Have not heard."

Song Guzhui nodded thoughtfully, and asked with a smile: "It's okay, if I cure your illness, would you like to help me?"

The boy already had a good impression of him, so he asked tentatively, "What can you do for you?"

"It's not a big deal, just help me listen to the voices of the souls around me, especially the voices of ghosts, and tell me when you hear them."

"Listen every day?" The boy hesitated, "What do you listen to?"

"I don't listen to it every day, I take you out to listen to it occasionally, and you can sleep well the rest of the time. The place we live in is very good, there are no dead people, and ghosts are not allowed to come in."

The young man has been disturbed by the town's ghosts since he was a child, so he couldn't sleep. Hearing this, he was envious: "There are no ghosts there? What kind of place is that?"

"I'm from Shangqing Palace, have you heard of it?"

The dwarf had been listening to them quietly, when he heard the words Shangqing Palace, he suddenly interjected, "Are you a cultivator?"

"Yes, I am a cultivator."

An expression of disbelief immediately appeared on the faces of the two brothers.The boy's cheeks flushed with excitement: "Where is Shangqing Palace? What is it?"

Song Guzhui sat closer and explained to him what happened to the Shangqing Palace with a smile.

Ji Qingyan usually doesn't like to have too much contact with people, so he handles all such matters. The two brothers seem to be used to being bullied, and Song Guzhui is more polite and kind than usual.

In less than a cup of tea, Song Guzhui finished speaking, walked out of the hut with his head down, and let the two people who were in a dream discuss by themselves.

As soon as he went out, Song Guzhui saw Ji Qingyan standing quietly from a distance, and several people stood a few feet away.

These people were wearing blue cardigans with stand-up collars and black belts tied with jade rings. It looked like they were disciples of the three masters of the seven sects and six sects, and the Shuixing Sect.Song Guzhui, who was the leader, knew none other than Qi Ning, the fourth-ranked Soul Slayer in the Southern Dynasty and the young leader of the Shuixingmen.

Qi Ning looks very good, with long eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and elegant temperament, but it is a pity that he is a lot worse than Ji Qingyan, and he is slightly shorter. Standing in front of Ji Qingyan, he looks like a defective product with insufficient aspects. Extremely ugly.

"Master Ji, Baiping Town is located between Shangqing Palace and Water Gate, but it is still a little closer to Water Gate. If there are soul listeners here, Water Gate should take the lead." Qi Ning sneered .

Ji Qingyan was expressionless, as if he couldn't hear his anger at all, he didn't pay attention to him, and didn't want to talk to him.

Seeing that he ignored him, Qi Ning was filled with anger, and said: "Palace Master Ji, get out of the way, the Southern and Northern Dynasties are vying for the person who listens to the soul. Could it be that you want whichever the Shangqing Palace wants?"

Song Guzhui looked at him coldly, Ji Qingyan hated Qi Ning a long time ago, extremely disgusted, but no one knew the reason.There are rumors that he met a girl when he went to the Central Plains in his early years. There seems to be some story, but this girl later got involved with Qi Ning.Song Guzhui always found it unbelievable that Ji Qingyan was naturally cold, and there had never been any rumors about it. Could it be because of this?

Qi Ning gritted his teeth and clenched the sword in his hand.He really wanted to teach him a lesson now, but he just didn't dare to act rashly.Ji Qingyan never makes a move easily, as long as he makes a move, he will definitely die.

A piece of snow is flying, and a knife is deadly. This is a saying passed down from the Central Plains.When Sanshan Yinyun killed someone, it was as if there were snowflakes flying in the sky, the scene was absolutely beautiful, but it was a pity that the opponent had already fallen to the ground and died before he could see clearly.

Seeing that Qi Ning was apprehensive, Song Guzhui saw that Ji Qingyan looked away from Qi Ning, and said calmly: "We have come first, besides, Mo Zhongxian is willing to follow us to the Shangqing Palace, we will decide what to do today." Can't give in."

Seeing that Ji Qingyan still didn't bother to talk to him, Qi Ning was furious and said angrily: "Call Mo Zhongxian out, if he really wants to go with you, I won't care about anything."

These words are reasonable, Ji Qingyan glanced at Song Guzhui, Song Guzhui slightly nodded, turned and went back to the hut.Not long after, he lowered his head and helped a sick young man to come out. The young man was as thin as dry wood, with two big eyes embedded in his face, which looked a little scary.He had never seen such a big battle before, his face was pale and he couldn't stand still, his body trembling a little.

Song Guzhui asked softly: "Would you like to go back to the Shangqing Palace with us?"

The teenager nodded in panic: "Yes, I am willing."

Shuixingmen and Shangqing Palace have always been in peace, and they can't fall out now, and Qi Ning couldn't stay any longer, so he said to his disciples, "Let's go."

The group of people turned around and left.

Seeing that those people had gone far away, Song Guzhui handed the young man in his hand to his elder brother, and said in a low voice: "It's so hard to find someone who listens to the soul, Shuixingmen may not let it go."

Ji Qingyan didn't speak, turned his head to look at the boy shaking like a sieve, and said: "Go back to the Qing Palace." Seeing that the boy was really weak, he frowned slightly: "You take care of him, I Go first."

Ji Qingyan never liked to meddle in mortal affairs, so he went to wait by the stream ten miles away from Baiping Town by himself.

Hearing that he was leaving soon, the boy couldn't help but look down at his elder brother.The two brothers held each other's hands, the young man hesitated for a moment, and said, "Deacon Song, my elder brother took care of me since childhood, and I owe him a lot, can I ask you one thing?"

Song Gu asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's like this... My brother accidentally rescued the granddaughter of the white member a few days ago, but was ridiculed by the people in the town, saying that he... said a lot of ugly things anyway. I couldn't get angry for a while, so I went to them to argue. I was tied up by them to parade in the town. They said that I was a ghost child. I heard ghost sounds since I was a child. "

Hundreds of people live in Baiping Town. It was originally an ordinary village, but because of a family named Bai who knew how to do business decades ago, the family has grown and become a small town over time.The owner of the house also has a house and family business in the city, but he likes the cleanliness and coolness of Baiping Town, and the hometown is friendly, so he brings his family to live here most of the time.People in the town saw Qian's open eyes, and envied him for having money in his family.

There are many children and grandchildren of this white member, and the folk customs in the Southern Dynasties are open, and the girl's family can go out at ordinary times.A few days ago, a granddaughter of a member of the Bai family went to the Zhentou Temple to fulfill her vows, and accidentally slipped and fell into the water. It happened to be seen by a passing dwarf, and the dwarf rescued her desperately.

When the dwarf heard Song Zhongxian talking about himself, he looked a little weird, blushed unconsciously, and pulled Song Zhongxian's clothes.Song Zhongxian looked down at him, and said anxiously and awkwardly: "After my brother saved Miss Bai's family, the two of them had some affection, but Bai Yuanwai didn't want to, can you see, can you help them get together? "

Song Guzhui frowned: "Are you really in love with each other?"

"good."

Song Guzhui only felt that something was wrong with this matter, but it was too hurtful to say that he didn't believe that they were in love with each other, so he said after some consideration: "I'll come to tell you for you, if Bai Yuanwai doesn't want to, he can just let it go." .”

In fact, not far away at this time, many villagers had already surrounded them, whispering in whispers that they didn't know what these immortal cultivators were doing here.Song Guzhui asked loudly: "Can any townsman take us to Bai Yuanwai's house?"

At first, no one in the crowd dared to speak, but then someone boldly said, "I'll take you there."