soul repair

"Third Palace Master." The voice outside the door was very low, with some hesitation.

Ji Qingyan walked to the door, and when he opened it, Song Guzhui looked at him with a complicated expression.

Ji Qingyan also frowned: "Are you awake?"

Song Guzhui watched silently.It was late at night, when the sorcery was at its most arrogant, he couldn't resist it, he must have become a puppet and remained motionless, why didn't he feel sleepy at all?

"I just finished drinking the medicine, and I woke up not long ago." Song Guzhui didn't dare to say more, and didn't want to expect anything, so he stopped after saying this.

Ji Qingyan thought the same thing as him, and said, "Wait and see."

One was playing chess, the other was standing by the window thinking about something, neither of them spoke, until a ray of morning light came in through the window, Song Gu looked at the red sun in the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly realized that he was still awake.He turned around, his chest heaved a little, he didn't know what it was like.I have been muddled for a long time, and now I can look at the sky for several hours in a row, just like dreaming.

The only sound in the room was the sound of chess pieces falling.

It was full daylight.

Ji Qingyan casually put away the chess pieces, sat down and took a sip of tea, his tone was still indifferent, but it sounded like there was some expectation: "Go for a walk?"

"Yeah." He kept his composure.

It has been a long time since he went out early in the morning. In the midsummer, the birds and insects are singing and the greenery is lush, and he can't help feeling a little nostalgic.I used to deal with big and small things in the Shangqing Palace in the early morning, and I never cared about the good morning, but who would have thought that the more things that are within reach and don't care, the more important they are when they are lost.

As soon as he went out, the old casual cultivator had already greeted him, his daughter was by his side, and he was also waiting by his father's side.

Old Sanxiu looked Song Guzhui up and down: "I heard from Xiaolan in the morning that you woke up after drinking the medicine last night, and you were fine all night?"

Song Guzhui couldn't hide the joy in his heart: "Yeah." He responded with a restrained smile: "What does the Taoist priest think is going on?"

The old Sanxiu stroked his beard, obviously he didn't want to talk too much: "Don't be in a hurry now, wait a little longer, if you are all right by noon, it should be a happy event."

The meaning of these words is clear and clear, several people did not go back to the house, they stopped in the yard, the old Sanxiu slowly fiddled with the flowers and plants, Ji Qingyan continued to play chess, Song Guzhui stood under the tree and didn’t know what to look at, although They are all doing their own thing, but they are all waiting.

Days feel like years, really, days feel like years.

Every moment passed, the anticipation in my heart became more and more anxious.Finally the sun had risen to the top of the tree, Song Guzhui couldn't hide the joy in his heart, his eyes were bright, and he said, "I'm still awake."

Old Sanxiu laughed: "Congratulations, the poison is probably cured."

The faces of several people were full of joy, and Song Guzhui wanted to bow his head and kneel down: "Thank you, Daoist, for saving your life."

The old casual cultivator hurriedly supported him: "I just tried my best, and I haven't seen any improvement for a few months. I am ashamed. What is the difference between yesterday's medicine and the usual one?"

"It's no different. I added more herbs for clearing the heart and dissipating heat." The girl beside him blushed and smiled.

Song Guzhui couldn't help being a little embarrassed when she saw her speak, so he restrained his smile, and said respectfully and politely, "Thank you, miss."

Ji Qingyan also said: "Thank you Taoist priest and the girl for helping each other out. The Shangqing Palace owes the Taoist priest a favor, and it will be repaid someday."

Anyone with a discerning eye can understand this girl's intentions, but at this time, I can't say more. The old casual cultivator hurriedly smoothed things over: "You haven't wandered around the mountains since you came, so let's go out to play with Young Master Song. Sangong and I The Lord said a few words."

Song Guzhui felt even more uncomfortable, but he couldn't say anything. He lowered his head and followed the girl out the door. Suddenly, it seemed that someone had taken his tongue. He didn't say a word, just stood politely. aside.

"Let's go to the peach grove by the stream at the foot of the mountain." Xiaolan whispered with a red face.

"Alright, girl first." Song Guzhui made a gesture of invitation.

The two flew down the mountain one after the other, Xiaolan didn't know what to say, and Song Guzhui didn't know what to say, they were just silent along the way.Not long after arriving at the foot of the mountain, Xiaolan pointed to a clear stream in front of her: "The peach forest is just behind, it looks better in spring, and the flowers are all withered in summer."

After saying this, they were speechless again, the two just stood by the stream, Song Guzhui nodded and said, "That's right, peach blossoms bloom in spring."

As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, and Xiao Lan also followed with her head down. The two of them walked slowly, and when they turned around a huge stone, Song Guzhui stopped suddenly and stared straight ahead.

Xiaolan didn't know why he stopped, but just now she was about to poke her head in, but Song Guzhui pushed her violently: "Get out of the way!"

In front of him was a huge boulder as tall as a person, and on it stood a man who could never have imagined, his whole body was soaked in black, and his face was dripping with water.The man seemed to be distracted just now, he didn't notice his existence, and was stunned for a while, his eyes met.

But it wasn't him who made Song Guzhui freeze.

The man in black's gaze was extremely complicated, he gave him a slightly embarrassed look, then turned around suddenly, and flew towards the back mountain.

Song Guzhui still stood still.

Xiao Lan followed his gaze, and immediately exclaimed: "Someone, someone died!"

A line of blood flowed from the shallow stream to the feet, and on the boulder in front of him lay a shocking young man who looked like he had no blood on his face, and bloodstains flowed from his body, flowing down the boulder , melted into the stream.

Song Guzhui's complexion was even uglier than that of the young man. He flew up the boulder with one step and knelt down in front of the young man.Seeing his appearance, Xiao Lan didn't dare to be afraid any more, she jumped up after him, and said hesitantly, "He fell down from the cliff and died."

Song Guzhui didn't speak, as if he couldn't hear the voices around him, he just lowered his head to detect his breath.

Xiaolan just felt a little flustered, the appearance of the two was unusually close, she seemed to be isolated from the two of them who had died for life, like a bystander, she could only watch, not intervene, even I can't get a word in.

She asked softly, "Master Song knows him?"

Song Guzhui didn't answer her, grabbed the boy's arm and put it on his shoulder, hugging him horizontally.He looked around, and his eyes fell on an ancient tree halfway up the cliff. The man in black stood on the tree just now, then turned his head to look at him, and flew away.

Song Guzhui's eyes were cold and stern, he ignored the man, and rushed up with the boy in his arms.

Xiaolan followed behind him, as if she had been forgotten, feeling lost, for some reason she felt like eating the dead boy.Song Guzhuo's concerned gaze, his familiar and natural movements, could it be that he has hugged him many times before?

She, and her father, are Song Guzhui's saviors, right?

Hearing a burst of spiritual energy push the door open, Ji Qingyan and Lao Sanxiu turned their heads at the same time, Song Guzhui's clothes were dyed bright red, holding a cold and stiff corpse in his arms, rushed in from the door.

"Mo Zhongxian?" Ji Qingyan was a little surprised.

"Cen Moxing is here. I saw him at the foot of the mountain just now and ran towards the back mountain." Song Guzhui's voice was hoarse.

Before the old Sanxiu had time to say anything, there was a sound of wind around him, and Ji Qingyan beside him had disappeared.

Song Guzhui put the young man's body on the ground, and half knelt down himself, unconsciously holding his hand.His hands were cold, but he didn't leave. He just kept watching, didn't say anything, and couldn't hear the surrounding voices, just looked down.

The young man's right hand was clenched very tightly, it was already purple-black and stiff, Song Guzhui gently spread his fingers, his head was slightly dizzy.

In the palm of his hand was a piece of crumpled black silk.

Song Guzhui picked up the silk cloth and twisted it in his palm, his head suddenly hurt more.

"Gu Zhui, Gu Zhui." A faint and indistinct voice sounded from the end of the sky, Song Gu Zhui still ignored him, but was pulled by his shoulders and turned around, and suddenly realized that the sky had turned dark.When he came back to his senses, Ji Qingyan was standing in front of him.

Cen Moxing had a bloody gash on his chest, a few fresh red marks on his face, and half knelt on the ground with a sneer on his face.

Song Guzhui shook his head, and Ji Qingyan's vague voice finally became clear: "Catch him back."

Song Guzhui took a deep breath, but his throat seemed to be choked, and he walked slowly towards Cen Moxing, stopped in front of him, suddenly grabbed Cen Moxing's collar, and said in a low voice, "What did you do to him?"

Cen Moxing stared into his eyes, and smiled: "I should be asking what you did to him. He can't live and wants to die. Why do you say?"

There was a rare rage in Song Guzhui's eyes, he drew his sword and pointed it at Cen Moxing's chest.

"What did you bring him here for?" Ji Qingyan asked.

Cen Moxing sneered mockingly: "You really can't guess what I brought him here for?"

What to do?The heart is like being held by someone, hate.

"I just didn't expect him to die." Cen Moxing said to himself in a bitter voice, full of frustration.

Song Guzhui stayed by Ji Qingyan's side for many years, how could ordinary aphrodisiacs do anything to get him?He wasn't a prostitute himself, so why would he carry such unappreciable things with him?I guessed that Mo Zhongxian would not tell the location of that thing easily, and wanted to stimulate him, make him uncomfortable, and make him give up on Song Guzhui, but he was so overwhelmed that he jumped off the cliff and died.

asshole.

"Speak clearly." The tip of the sword pierced Cen Moxing's shoulder, and blood gushed out, causing him to hiss softly.

Cen Moxing smiled contemptuously: "I won't tell you, I'll make it impossible for you to understand what happened for the rest of your life."

Song Guzhui's teeth clenched a bit, and the black silk in his palm was crumpled into a ball.

"You don't need to guess anything." Ji Qingyan played with a chess piece, "You were the one who detoxified Gu Zhui's poison. Mo Zhongxian has something you want in his hand, and he forced you to detoxify him. You have to agree. Bring him here. It’s just that he committed suicide just after he was detoxified, and you hesitated to leave because you wanted to see if he was dead.”

Cen Moxing snorted coldly.

Ever since he was a child, he has never had a place comparable to this Qingyan.

Cen Moxing lowered his head, turned his face to the sky after a while, and didn't speak or move, as if he couldn't hear anything.

"Third Palace Lord——" Song Guzhui sat down slumpedly, staring at the corpse of the young man beside him as if frozen.

Ji Qingyan didn't make a sound.

Some pains he can help, some pains he can't do anything about, Song Guzhui's heart is in pain now, he just can't help at all.

Just as his pain was Guan Lingdao, now Song Guzhui's pain can only be borne by him alone.

Song Guzhui brought the corpse back to the room, and the candles were not lit, and he did not come out all night.In the early morning of the next day, Ji Qingyan gently opened the door, and saw Song Guzhui sitting by the window in a daze with the corpse in his arms, the young man buried his head in his arms, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Why did you leave him in the Northern Dynasty?"

Song Guzhui lowered his head: "He did something wrong, and if he said that, the Lord of the Third Palace would definitely be angry."

Ji Qingyan stared at him.

"When Guan Lingdao was imprisoned by Hua Luochun, he was hooked out in the middle of the night by his soul-attracting technique, and he refined his soul in the soul refining tower. Guan Lingdao couldn't bear it, so he injured the disciple of the Hua family and fled. "

"Cen Moxing disappeared at about the same time." Ji Qingyan's eyes were a little light in the morning light, so light and transparent, "It must be that Cen Moxing said he could save your life and asked Mo Zhongxian to do something for him. He was eager to save you. "

Song Guzhui was silent.

"Is there something in his hand that Cen Moxing insists on?"

Song Guzhui shook his head again: "I can't think of it."

Ji Qingyan stood for a long time, stood at the door and said: "I will take Cen Moxing to take a step ahead. When are you ready, come to me again."

He turned and left the room, closing the door gently.

Song Guzhui held the boy in his arms without moving.It was about midnight when I fell off the cliff, but now it has been a whole day and night, and the soul has already dispersed.This is no better than the mortal world, he can deceive himself that his soul returns to the underworld, death is nothingness, even the soul turns into the energy of heaven and earth, and what he holds in his arms is just a corpse that is about to rot.

Song Guzhui's eyes were sore and painful, he lowered his head, and gently pressed it on the young man's forehead.

"Let's burn you, okay?" The lips ran down the delicate nose and stopped at the tip of the nose, "If there is an afterlife in the future, just be obedient and don't do bad things, and I won't push you away again, okay? ?”

~

The boy was lying alone on the boulder, surrounded by darkness, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.The body seemed to be broken into thousands of pieces, the pain had turned into numbness, and the fingers could not move.He understood that this was before he died.

When people are about to die, time passes very slowly.

There was only one person in front of him.

He has already understood that liking someone is just to hope that person can live a good life.Song Guzhui always wanted him to understand, but he just couldn't understand.

If it happens again, he will never help his brother get another Miss from the Bai family.No matter how unwilling to admit it, his brother's death was really his fault.

Consciousness became clearer and clearer, and thoughts suddenly turned elsewhere.If there is extravagant hope, if there is an afterlife, in the next life, if he obediently does not do bad things in the next life, can he meet Brother Song again?