soul repair

Holding the drawing paper in his hand, he walked out of the stone-knocking door without knowing it, and stopped. "Knock, do you know how to get to the bottomless pit?" Guan Lingdao felt his voice dry, cleared his throat and asked again, "Do you know where the bottomless pit near Baihuatai is?"

Shi knocking sound looked up at him: "Are you going?"

"Just ask." He came in and stood by the window.

"Go straight for thirty miles from the north gate of Baihua City, and there is a small mountain called Xiushan. From the path at the south foot of Xiushan to the northwest for thirteen miles, there is an ancient tree that has grown for more than 1000 years. The bottomless cave is near the ancient tree. The entrance of the bottomless cave is hard to find, there are all kinds of folk legends, some say that there are ghosts and dead people living in it, and some people say that the entrance of the cave will only appear in the middle of the night, emitting a cool air like a tomb."

The more I talked, the more interested I became.

Guan Lingdao understood that this kind of folklore was Shi Knocking Sound's favorite. Everyone knew that the soul would dissipate in a few hours, and the dead would not be able to move around, but he liked this kind of ghost stories that scare children.The more I read, the more different things I think about. No one can easily walk into the world in Shi Dasheng's heart.

Guan Lingdao hesitated for a moment, but still pretended not to care and asked the question: "Knock, you are familiar with the history of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and the officials of all dynasties must be able to recite it. Among the first-rank officials more than ten years ago in the Southern Dynasty, some Has no one ever lost two sons?"

As the saying goes, being close to the country is timid, and when he asked about his life experience, his palms were sweating.

"Two sons? No."

Guan Lingdao was startled, feeling disappointed for a while.Stone knocking sound never remembers wrongly, if he said no, then there must be no.No one has ever lost a son, so his life experience has nothing to do with a first-rank official.Could it be that the scene just now was not real, but something he imagined?Or that the "brother" in the water prison is actually partial to him?

"No one ever lost a son, but a prime minister lost two sons."

Guan Lingdao raised his head and blurted out: "Who?"

"Former Prime Minister Ren Zong of the Southern Dynasty."

Ren Zong seems to have some impressions.who is it?

"The eldest son Ren has many children, and the most outstanding one is the second son Guan Ling." Shi knocked the book up, "this time is really interesting. Ren Guanling was very intelligent since he was a child. He wrote poems at the age of four and painted at the age of five. At the age of [-] or [-], he was already famous all over the world. Because he liked mountains and streams since he was a child, he was called Mr. Huaxi. At that time, someone asked him for calligraphy, but he gave him a thousand gold. The attainments above are secondary, do you know why?"

"Why?" He was fascinated.

Shi knocked and said with a smile: "Have you heard of the poems of the four princes of the Southern and Northern Dynasties?"

"I've heard it." I've heard it many times, and it seems like I'm going to say it every now and then.

"Well. Not many people know what I'm going to tell you next, and I only discovered it when I was reading a book by chance." Shi Knock cleared his throat and lowered his voice, "This poem, what we hear is actually Incomplete, the whole poem is like this."

"How was it?"

Shi Knocking Sheng picked up the brush, spread out a piece of white paper, and wrote on it flamboyantly.

The water is still and the clouds are faintly hidden in the three mountains, and the wind is blowing in the dark and the warm painting stream.

The fragrance of the rain at night is delicious, and the fog lightly enters the blue sky at dawn.

Jiutian Mountain is drunk with ice, and Baihuatai looks forward to Siqian.

Thinking of Huaxi in the Southern Dynasties, there will be no immortals in China anymore.

Shi Knocking sound dipped the brush in water to clean it, and said with a smile: "The person who wrote this poem should be a master of Taoism, otherwise he would not have been to Jiutian Mountain, Baihuatai, and met the four princes of the Southern and Northern Dynasties. The spread of unscrupulous poems would damage his reputation, so he kept his name incognito, and it is still unclear who wrote the poems. Later, for some unknown reason, only the first four lines were handed down, and no one knew the last four lines. "

He whispered the last two sentences: "Thinking of the Southern Dynasties after Huaxi, there is no worldly immortal in Shenzhou. This is exaggerated. The four sons of the Southern and Northern Dynasties are outstanding, with the demeanor of a fairy family. It is impossible to be inferior to a mortal. But only From this poem, we can know that he must have seen Huaxi back then."

This poem about the Four Young Masters of the Northern and Southern Dynasties was originally not about the Fourth Young Master, it was just to set off the Huaxi in the next four sentences!When Guai Dao first heard it, he thought it was weird. It didn't look like a seven-character quatrain, but a section of the seven-character rhythm was chopped off.

"and after?"

"Huaxi got sick when he was 19 years old, and he couldn't cure it. His health deteriorated day by day, and he couldn't recover after taking all the medicines. His biological mother, Mrs. Ren, was eight months pregnant at the time. She died. At that time, she gave birth to a son who was not yet a month old. He was very small and thin. Prime Minister Ren felt that this son had killed his wife, and he felt resentful in his heart. The youngest son who was born also got sick soon, and died one after the other, less than half a month apart." Shi Knocking sound looked down at the poem, "Because the youngest son didn't like his father, he seemed to die before he died. Not even a name."

"En." Guan Lingdao nodded in a daze.

Guan Ying, Guan Ying, this name must have been given to him by his brother.

If Ren Guanling was his elder brother, then they didn't really die back then, but were plotted against?

"Why did you suddenly ask about the first-rank official of the Southern Dynasty?" After Shi knocking finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at him, "The things you care about are getting more and more weird."

"It's nothing, just ask casually. You can rest, I'm going back."

Seeing his depression, Shi Knocking sound couldn't figure out why, and suddenly said: "You don't have to think too much, the third palace master never cares about such a false name. He is the head of the four sons, and he is often picked out by others. In comparison, it has been annoying for many years, and no one is allowed to mention this kind of thing in the Shangqing Palace."

Guan Lingdao was speechless.Could it be that Shi Knocking Sound thought that Master's reputation was being compared, and that's why he was unhappy?Thinking of Ji Qingyan, he smiled to himself: "Master is different from other people."

The sound of the stone knocking turned cold.Why is it different, don't they all have two eyebrows and one mouth?I just said it when I saw that he was in a bad mood, and immediately stepped on his nose and face, as if the third palace master belonged to his family.

Go, go, go see your master.

The palm of his hand suddenly felt numb, and it turned out that the brush was gently drawing something on his palm, brushing it back and forth.Shi Knocking sound was overjoyed, and the wolf who was grabbing the brush in a hurry did not budge.The brush struggled lightly.

Seeing his strange expression, Guan Lingdao seemed to want to laugh but didn't dare to, and there seemed to be some movement under his sleeve, and asked, "What's wrong with your sleeve?"

"It's nothing, let's go, I really want to read." He coughed lightly, his voice calm.

"...Well, you should rest."

It was only an hour or two before and after, as if it had been a lifetime, everything had changed.He never cared about his life experience before, and he still lived a happy and comfortable life. Unfortunately, he never thought, is there anyone in this world waiting for him to remember the past?

Sitting quietly at the table, he took out a few pieces of wood and a small knife from the flower shelf.As long as he can remember, he has been good at carving. When he was nine years old, he had a thick callus left by holding a carving knife, and he also liked to carve Master.He only carves people who are good to him, and only listens to those who are good to him. When did these habits develop?

I'm afraid that in that dark and dark cage, he has already decided that there are only two kinds of people in the world, those who treat him well and those who treat him badly.

"What are you doing?" A low and indifferent voice came from beside him.

Guan Lingdao stopped, looked up at the man in white single clothes, a little startled: "Master."

"Why don't you light the lamp?"

It was pitch black outside the window, there was no sound of people, and it turned out that it had already entered the night without knowing when.His hands were a little wet and a little sore. He had only been carving for a while. How could it be dark so quickly?

The white sleeves were raised, the breeze was accompanied by a light fragrance, and the oil lamp on the table suddenly ignited a cluster of small sparks.Ji Qingyan picked up his hand, there were a few bright red bloody cuts on his fingers, and his hands were covered with dried blood, presumably because he used too much force with the carving knife.

It's not serious, but it does look painful.

When I think about things, I don’t feel a cut.

"How long have you been engraving?" Ji Qingyan frowned, wrapping his hands in slightly cool hands, and spiritual energy poured in.

"Master." Master must be a good person to him.Guan Lingdao rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, and looked down at the shapeless little wooden figure in his hand.Sure enough, he could see things in the dark. The little wooden man was blood-stained and had no face, but he was good at knives.

"What time is it?" Guan Lingdao and Ren Ji Qingyan grabbed his hand, "Isn't Master coming back late at night?"

"Four more."

He planned to teach him to practice tonight, but Ji Qingyan found a secluded place to take a bath before returning.Returning late, I thought he had already fallen asleep, but I didn't want to see him sitting alone in the dark like a little ghost.What's going on here?

"Fourth watch..." It was already the fourth watch, and he unknowingly engraved it for three hours.

"Go and wash your hands." Ji Qingyan let him go, "Forget it tonight."

"I want to take a bath." Ji Qingyan's body is full of faint fragrance, and even his hair is wet. Seeing him startled, he quickly lowered his head, "Master wait for me, I will teach me when I come back."

Ji Qingyan moved his lips, but in the end he didn't make a sound, but just gave a faint "hmm".

In less than an hour and a half, Guan Lingdao came back in wet clothes, and closed the door tightly: "How to practice?"

For some reason, there is some nervousness and anticipation, Ji Qingyan wants to teach him the family tradition, what good thing is that?

"Go and sit on the bed." The voice was very cold, but Guan Lingdao didn't know if he was thinking too much, and he always felt that the voice was a bit unnaturally hoarse.

Guan Lingdao blushed as he had to go to bed to practice.He lowered his head to sit on the edge of the bed, shyly said, "Master, I'm done."

The light fragrance and moisture curled up, Ji Qingyan got on the bed without saying a word, and sat behind him.The hair on his back stood up rattling, his head was a little dizzy, and the underside of his left eye burned untimely, so he quickly covered his left eye with guilt.sky!There was such a posture in the erotic palace that he heard in the painting stream, he didn't want to think about it, but somehow he would think about it.

Suddenly, several major meridians and acupoints on the back were simultaneously lit, and a chill ran through the body.

"My family's knowledge is slightly different from what I want to teach you. First, I need to help you clear your meridians."

"Ah."

"Later, I will touch your sea of ​​Qi with my hand, so that I can help you cultivate."

Guan Lingdao blushed a little more: "Yes."

The sea of ​​qi is three inches below the navel, and Ji Qingyan wants to stroke his sea of ​​qi with his hands, no wonder he has to teach him on the bed in the middle of the night.If the master wants to touch it, he has to follow as an apprentice, and he can touch other places...

The aura wandered in the body, but after a while, he felt refreshed, as if his body had never been so relaxed since he practiced.Ji Qingyan withdrew his hands, moved to sit in front of him, his sleeves moved slightly.

The belt on Guan Lingdao's body unraveled somehow, revealing a smooth waist with a little moisture.

The breathing was slightly messed up, it was his.

The master just flicked his sleeves to take off his trousers, really fast.

"Master, your cultivation technique..." He was talking in a disorganized manner, a little flustered, "I don't know how to help people who don't have spiritual roots to practice? As far as I know..."

A cool hand pressed against his stomach.

Guan Lingdao blushed, his breathing was unstable.How can it go on like this?

"Master, I think it's still..." He got up and tried to escape.

Ji Qingyan pulled him back, and continued to stick his hand on him, his whole body was covered with breath: "Don't move."

Guan Lingdao swallowed, feeling uncomfortable in every possible way, anxiously crawling towards Ji Qingyan, frowning: "Master, Master, I feel uncomfortable all over. My spiritual roots are ruined, I can't practice, and no one has cared for me since I was a child..."

Talking nonsense, regardless of 21, Ji Qingyan was pressed on the bed, and his face was buried in his shoulder.

"What do you want to do?" Ji Qingyan's face was cloudy, and he looked down at him in his arms.

Guan Lingdao put his arms around his waist and whispered, "Master will sleep with me."

"...I really want to help you cultivate."

After a moment of silence, Guan Lingdao sat up silently, breathing unsteadily.For some reason, Ji Qingyan regretted it, half sat up, pulled him and said softly: "Lie down, I will sleep with you tonight."

Guan Lingdao fell beside him, face down, buried in the soil like a groundhog, and said in a muffled voice: "Let's practice lying down." As he spoke, he took Ji Qingyan's hand and put it on his body.

How to practice lying down!