[鷇梦] Once upon a time there was a mountain

Chapter Seventeen

There was a slight illusion of tinnitus in the ears, and Yinzi clearly realized that he was dreaming, and then a white light suddenly appeared in the world where he couldn't see his fingers, winding through the deep darkness like smoke, coiling up like filaments. his little finger.

He also tied a knot at the base of his finger.

Yinzi tried to bend and stretch his fingers, and the light moved. He couldn't tell whether it was a solid body or just a ray of light.

But at the moment, apart from the direction indicated by this ray of light, he seems to have no other place to go, so without thinking about it, Yinzi followed the light.

Before it was too far away, it seemed as if it had rounded a corner, and it suddenly became clear.

The pine wind is blowing and the mist is half thick, but the pavilion in the mountain in front of me is not the one on the mountainside of Luofu Mountain. There is a stone carving in front of the pavilion, with the words "Shaozi Pavilion" written on it, and a person in the pavilion is sitting and playing the piano, touching and turning around The sound of the piano flows in between, and the sound of the piano is as refreshing as water.

He has heard this piano sound before.

And the other end of the white light line is tied to the knot of the palace strings of the zither.

"You came."

Pressing the strings stopped the strings, and the light disappeared.The man turned to pick up the white feather fan next to him and fanned it himself, the breeze brought up lightly lifted his silver hair, and his dark red eyes looked at Yinzi without any extra emotion, he was indeed as handsome as before, Mr. Zhuo Shijia .

Startled by the scene in front of him, Yinzi paused for a moment before returning to his senses, and slowly opened his mouth.

"...Wumengsheng?"

But Wu Mengsheng turned the qin away with a wave of his sleeve and replaced it with a tea set.

"Oh, I haven't seen you for a few days, don't you recognize me?"

I almost forgot, after all, no matter in terms of size or psychology, the gap is really a bit big.

Yinzi walked over noncommittally, sat opposite Wu Mengsheng, and took the tea that Wu Mengsheng pushed over.

The tea is sweet and sweet, and it is soft in the throat. It is not at all like the reality that should be in a dream, and it is a little scary.

Yinzi frowned, looking down at the tea she had only taken a sip of in a trance.

"Ha, I didn't poison you." Wu Mengsheng said so, and sipped the tea in his cup in front of Yinzi as if to prove it, "Besides, this place is not all yours. dream."

Chi Yinzi's eyebrows jumped, "You are—"

"The soul consciousness born without dreams."

Almost letting the cup in his hand slip out, the sound of these six words made Chiyin's heart skip a beat.

Yin Yinzi sweated in the palm of his hand, and the blood rushed to his ears, "What's wrong with Wu Mengsheng?"

Wu Mengsheng raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little strange, the hand shaking the feather fan paused, and then his tone was flat as if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him.

"Thanks to the fact that you couldn't change a diaper for a long time, you caught cold on a cold stone, and you have a high fever since you entered the city of time, but fortunately, this is the city of time after all, and the disease of reverse time should be worry-free. If you keep going like this, I'm afraid you won't even be able to go back to Luofu Mountain—"

"What I'm asking is, what happened to Wu Mengsheng?"

Yinzi's cold voice sounded extremely coercive, but Wu Mengsheng, who claimed to be a soul consciousness, just glanced at him, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Aren't you worried about yourself?"

As if he hadn't heard of it, Yinzi's deep brows showed a bit of coldness, "As far as I know, Wu Mengsheng didn't practice magic arts. Only when ordinary people are taken away can they have soul consciousness while their bodies are still alive." Out of the body. What happened to Wumengsheng?"

Wu Mengsheng looked at him quietly, and the question that was repeated three times made him ponder in his heart for a while, "Oh, I thought, you really only treat him as a passerby."

However, Yinzi was not abducted into Wumengsheng's thinking, but only said three words with a cold face.

"Who are you."

Wumengsheng stood up and looked down at him, but Yinzi was not afraid at all, looking straight into his eyes, waiting for his answer.

"Let's talk about something interesting." Wu Mengsheng blinked his dark red eyes, "The reason why you hid the Quanyin Feiyuqin in the warehouse from Wu Mengsheng is because you thought Wu Mengsheng The qin played by Sheng is harmful to your body, so that you strayed into Wumengsheng's room for the first time and heard the sound of the qin, and your Yuangong was greatly reduced. This made you lose to the Lord of Heaven and was forced to return to the state of Yuanshen ,Right?"

Chi Yinzi didn't answer, but Wu Mengsheng didn't seem to expect a boring gourd to take the initiative to answer, so he flapped his feather fan and said, "Actually, although the Quanyin Feiyuqin at that time was a rare and good piano in the world, But it's just an ordinary qin, it has no power, let alone evil power, and what can affect your body is not the qin itself, but the person who plays the qin."

But seeing Yinzi frowned, Feng slowly opened his mouth and made a conclusion.

"You are—the spirit of Quanyin Feiyuqin."

As soon as the voice fell, the whole space suddenly trembled, like an earthquake.

"Huh? It seems that someone wants to wake you up. Listen well, if you don't want Wu Mengsheng to hate you, then don't tell him the whereabouts of Quanyin Feiyuqin."

Quanyin Feiyuqin was put in the warehouse by his Yinzi, and now it has probably turned into a pile of black charcoal.

But before Yinzi opened his mouth to express dissatisfaction with the other party's transformation into Wumengsheng, he was completely awakened.

To be precise, he was awakened by shaking.

It was Tian Jue who shook him anxiously, and if Yinzi woke up half a second later, Tian Jue's hand that had just been raised in the air would fall on his face.

Tsk, it hurts just to look at it.

Fortunately, Tian Jue stopped him in time and asked him very quickly.

"Is the formula of the elixir you gave Wu Meng raw still available?"

Yinzi was a little dazed, "The recipes are all recorded in the book and stored in the study."

Tian Jue grabbed his skirt and lifted him up, his expression excited, "Go back and get it!"

Yinzi, who was still angry when he got up, stretched out his hand, and unceremoniously pulled his skirt out of Tian Jue's hand, and said angrily, "Luofu Mountain is now a piece of scorched earth, no matter the formula or the remaining medicine It's all gone."

Thanks to whom?

Wasn't it a good thing that the rich man in front of him set fire to the kitchen?

It was just that it hit the sore spot of Tian Jijue, Tian Jijue was taken aback for a moment, he pursed his mouth and said nothing.

And Yinzi, who was tossed so thoughtlessly by Tian Yujue, woke up instantly, and his heart was in a mess. When he looked up, he saw that the city lord over there had moved the tea table into this room at some time, pregnant. Holding the baby with a blushing face in the middle, teasing, patting the back for a while as if coaxing the baby to sleep, and pinching the baby's fleshy hands for a while, the technique is skillful, not like taking care of a child for the first time .

And his expression was peaceful, and he didn't look worried at all.

Is it because of controlling time that life and death have long been looked down upon?

Yinzi averted his eyes, and was too lazy to look at Tianjue, who was in stark contrast to the city lord's peaceful style. He pinched his eyebrows and said, "How long is Wumengsheng?"

"Wumeng has a fever, I'm weak and I can't resist the adversity of the times, the city lord said that it will be tonight at the latest..."