[Shen Jian] Plum rain

There was a flash of red glow faintly inside the golden lock, Chen Xiang walked to the window and took a closer look through the night, only to see that there was a red rope inside, flickering like a warning, with a faint feeling of burning.Before taking a closer look, with a strange noise, the red rope was torn suddenly into a fiery red light, wrapping around Chen Xiang's wrist.Chen Xiang was terrified, and called for help in panic. As soon as the words came out, the red light shrunk into a thin strip, one end was connected with a golden lock, and the other end was tied with Chen Xiang.

Feng Xu Yufeng, the road is long and I don't know where to go.Chen Xiang followed the golden lock and gradually realized that although it was strange, this trip had a clear direction, and his heart slowly settled down.It took about three moments to break through the clouds and fog like this. The clouds and mist on the side in front of my eyes gradually thinned, and the shadows of silent mountains overlapped on the ground can be seen dimly.

Therefore, Chen Xiang guessed that it was probably not far from where Jinsuo wanted to go, so he started to descend.Not long after, as expected, the golden lock fell to the ground, Chen Xiang landed on the ground with his feet, knees and hands one after another, he grabbed the golden lock and looked at it carefully.One end of the red rope inside the lock was leaking out, he pulled the red rope out carefully, but he saw that it seemed to be wrapped with a black and slender cotton thread; when he untied it and looked again, it didn't look like cotton thread, but a black silk.

The black silk is wrapped with a red thread, but why is it hidden in a golden lock, with such magical power, that brought him here overnight?Chen Xiang was full of doubts, and stuffed Jin Suo and the black silk red thread into his bosom, so he had time to look around and guess Jin Suo's purpose.

It was summer, the air was hot and dull, and thunder was occasionally heard in the ears.The field of vision is full of barren vines, no people are seen, only a river gurgling behind him.This place is about on the mountainside, the current is fast, and the waves are rolling under the dark night, mixing into a piece of white flowers.

Looking left and right, there is really nothing special.Chen Xiang became more puzzled and disappointed, his eyes wandered again, and suddenly he stopped near a stubborn rock by the river.

There...was a figure in black.

Could it be him?Thinking of the strange experience tonight, Chen Xiang had to connect all this with his irresponsible uncle who ran away.The figure was only half visible, leaning against the rock, as if unconscious.The night was dark and windy, with no stars and no moon, the man was not wearing the white clothes that Chen Xiang was accustomed to, but when he strode forward and only took a quick look, he was sure that this man was Yang Jian.

His eyes flicked from Yang Jian's cold eyes, and Chen Xiang called "Uncle" out of his voice.Yang Jian's eyes were closed tightly, completely unresponsive, his face paler than the turbulent water waves on his side, his skin was colder than the erratic rain clouds in the wind, only a bloody scar on his forehead was particularly vivid, and the gushing blood covered his eyes. half face.Chen Xiang's heart was shocked, and for a moment he didn't want to think about the relationship between Jin Suo and his uncle. Seeing that Yang Jian couldn't wake up no matter what, the night wind was getting stronger and the thunder was getting closer. The place of rain.

Running all the way, calling all the way.But no matter what Chen Xiang called him, "Uncle" or "Yang Jian", there was no response at all.

Fortunately, God favored, Chen Xiang carried Yang Jian on his back, walked almost halfway up the mountain, and finally found an abandoned temple.While Chen Xiang was pleasantly surprised, a drop of cold rain unexpectedly fell on his forehead.

The gate of the temple faces south, and the southeast wind brings heavy rain into the temple. The Buddha banners on the beams dance wildly against the wind and rattle, and the dust of the Buddha statues is blown away.Chen Xiang put down Yang Jian and asked him to sit leaning against the altar, went outside the temple to retrieve the door latch, and closed the temple door tightly, completely blocking the sound of wind and rain.

But the wind and the rain didn't touch his body, but poured into his heart unscrupulously.

There was a sudden silver light outside the window, Chen Xiang turned around and saw that the Buddha statue was dilapidated, and a mutilated and stiff face was facing him sullenly, as if condescendingly examining and questioning him.The lightning went out in an instant, followed by faint thunder, rolling slowly and heavily from the top of the head.

Chen Xiang's eyes sank slightly, and she put aside the lingering chaos in her heart these days, and then walked to Yang Jian's side, wiped the blood on his face, shook his body gently, and called: "Uncle? Uncle, You wake up."

Still unconscious.Chen Xiang has no medical skills, so he forced himself to calm down and feel Yang Jian's pulse, but he felt that the pulse was weak but stable, and maybe there was no danger of his life.It's just... Chen Xiang subconsciously looked towards the temple gate.I heard that thunderstorms are also catastrophes, and goblins and ghosts have nowhere to hide; this temple has been abandoned for a long time, the Buddha statue is incomplete, and the Buddha nature has long been lost, and it may become a habitat for monsters.

But they also have nowhere to go except here.Chen Xiang bit her lower lip lightly, trying her best to muster up her courage like a man, as soon as she touched Yang Jian's face, her fingertips were as cold as frost and snow, she took off her underwear, wrapped him around him, and pulled him into her arms In the middle, he hugged her tightly close to her body, not daring to relax for a moment.

Yang Jian was in a coma, but he wasn't completely unconscious.His mind is strong and sometimes weak, intermittent, he can vaguely hear thunder, and occasionally feel someone sticking to his side to take care of; , he thought vaguely: Could it be Chen Xiang?

The moment the name came to mind, Yang Jian coughed intermittently, and parted his lips and teeth with an unbearable sweetness, and fell on the corners of his lips, face and ears.Chen Xiang turned pale with fright, and the sleepiness from just now dissipated in an instant. She wiped Yang Jian's lips with trembling palms, and called out in a trembling voice: "Uncle, uncle, don't scare me..."

Amidst the heavy panting, separated by the rumbling thunder, he seemed to hear the familiar two words that overflowed with blood from Yang Jian's lips.

It is "Agarwood".is his name.

In the past when he was in Liujia Village, every time he uttered the word "Chenxiang", it seemed that every stroke was filled with hope full of guilt.Later, the conflict between uncle and nephew intensified, the uncle left overnight in a hurry, and he hadn't seen each other for more than a month; Chen Xiang thought that their fate was over, but now he was seriously injured and comatose, the only thing he was chanting was actually this name.

What is it about this name that is so important to you?

"...You still think about me, I treat you like that, but you still think about me." Chen Xiang suppressed the tumbling emotions, "Yang Jian, if you still want to make up for me, you will be fine, don't use such bitter tricks anymore ..."

Bitter tricks, I really hope this is just a trick.Yang Jian's coughing and panting gradually calmed down, and there was no movement other than his weak breathing.With the help of the flickering lightning, Chen Xiang intuitively felt that Yang Jian's complexion was getting more and more gray, and the body in his arms was getting colder, clearly an ominous sign.The whole heart seemed to be grabbed suddenly by an invisible big hand, Chen Xiang was so painful that the blood on his face faded, and his cheek pressed against Yang Jian's forehead, rubbing him into his body even more forcefully.

The scar on Yang Jian's forehead was still bleeding intermittently.Chen Xiang had an intuition that this omen was ominous, and every time he wiped it for him, his heart would ache sharply.He began to worry that Yang Jian would die, on this thunderstorm night, in the arms of his rebellious and unfilial nephew.

"Yang Jian, don't die, look at me, if you die, I will really ignore you again." Chen Xiang murmured sadly, "Don't you really want to talk to me? Don't you like me to smile at you? Do you still ask me what gift I want, I have thought about it, I will tell you what I want, I..."

There was thunder.Chen Xiang's words were sad and her voice was erratic, but every single word was engraved in her heart.

"...I want an uncle. Chen Xiang wants an uncle.

"Other than uncle, Chen Xiang doesn't want anything.

"Chen Xiang has an uncle this year, which is the best birthday present...

"Uncle, your nephew confessed, he is such a worthless mortal, he may only have such a wish in this life... Uncle, now it's your turn, tell me, what do you want me to do?"

I can tell you a lot about your nephew Chen Xiang.About how he was mischievous and got into trouble everywhere when he was a child, and about how he still cherishes the bamboo dragonfly he played with when he was a child even in his weak years.About him secretly liking his uncle when he met him for the first time, about his kiss in a fit of rage that night, but it was definitely not because of hatred and humiliation.

——Just the real reason, you probably don't want to hear it.

Yang Jian nestled in his arms, listening carefully, almost silently.Chen Xiang lowered his head again to wipe off the blood on his forehead, the intensified heartbeat in his chest told him that he could not go on like this, he would die, Yang Jian would die; he had to find a way, he had to...

He should have a way.It should be able to save him...

For a moment, the wind, rain, thunder and lightning outside the temple seemed to have all disappeared, and they could no longer penetrate the ears and infiltrate the heart.But there is no way to advance or retreat, no way to ask for oneself, Chen Xiang's eyes are red, holding the golden lock in his hand, begging repeatedly, but the golden lock remains still; worshiping the Buddha statue again, the Buddha statue is indifferent.Finally Chen Xiang got up in despair, suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound behind him, the temple door seemed to be hit by something violently several times, the door latch snapped in two, and the two doors were knocked open by the wind.

It seems that something evil is coming in with the wind - this sudden and illogical cognition startled Chen Xiang suddenly, subconsciously stretched his right hand towards his waist, suddenly heaved his hand, and pulled out an axe.

The small ax with a gold blade and ink handle, with a shining divine light, although its origin is unknown, is the only thing Chen Xiang can rely on at the moment.He didn't have time to look at it, so he just took a rough look, and without thinking too much, he picked up the small ax and stood in front of Yang Jian. What he saw was something that ordinary people couldn't see.

He was right as he expected, it wasn't just the rainstorm and the cold that came with the wind, there were also mountain ghosts, there were no fewer than a hundred of them.These things usually run around like scattered sand, but today's situation is extraordinary: heavy rain, thunder and lightning, and the body of a fairy.

They can't avoid heavy rain, thunder and lightning; but the body of a fairy makes them flock to it.What's more, if Yang Jian became a saint in the flesh, if he could share and eat it, he would live forever, not to mention greatly increase his magic power, and it would be no idiot's dream to ascend to immortality.Right now, they are swarming over, all of them have blue eyes, evil faces, and tyrannical violence. They regard Yang Jian as a fish and meat, showing their fierce looks——

However, there are still people who force their hearts and gallbladders, holding axes to block each other.

Chen Xiang lost his mana, but he couldn't actually see evil spirits, but he could feel the strong yin energy when ghosts approached.He has no idea how many or how strong the opponent is; he only knows that Yang Jian must be protected, even if he sacrifices his own life.

The moment when Yin Qi hit his face, what Chen Xiang thought in his heart was still Liu Yanchang.

I'm afraid I'm doomed not to be a filial son in this life—let's try again in my next life.

In the next life, without an uncle like Yang Jian, maybe everything will be back on track, maybe he can...

He swung his ax out.The small ax glowed like a decoration, and there was no movement at all. Even the sound of swinging the ax to split the air was easily covered by the noise of the rain.Chen Xiang couldn't even know what effect this ax had had, whether the monsters were laughing or timid when they saw his move; Second axe, third axe.

The small ax danced wildly out of thin air, without any rules at all.When the demons saw it, they were terrified at first, but they saw that although the ax looked like a magical weapon, it was actually powerless, so they became more courageous and rushed towards Chen Xiang.For a moment, the yin energy soared, but Chen Xiang felt the instantaneous icy air around him penetrated into his bones, and somehow a shock in his panicked mind rose up with an indescribable courage to fight with death.

He can't go back, can't go back.Behind him is Yang Jian, who is his uncle's life; if there is any omission, he will be taken advantage of and harm Yang Jian.Chen Xiang gritted her silver teeth, her eyes were cracked, and she hissed, "Who is it? You show yourself! Come out, come out for me!..."

Unknowingly, one ax after another gradually became the climate, the golden light swept across like the wind, and the group of demons retreated several steps, and they were shocked to find that where the golden light touched, the wind blades were fierce, and they cut their hidden bodies with blood. mouth.

Like the light of a knife, like the shadow of a sword, the magic ax gradually wakes up and becomes more and more difficult to deal with.Although Chen Xiang couldn't look at it, the monster was still forced by him not to get close, so he was annoyed; regrettably, there was no other way, but the fish died and the net was broken.In an instant, hundreds of monsters transformed into forms in anger, revealing their ferocious and ferocious features, rushing towards Chen Xiang!

Suddenly, countless ugly faces with green faces and fangs appeared in front of his eyes, Chen Xiang was really startled, and was stunned for a moment; but even if it was just this momentary gap, he was caught by evil spirits, Chen Xiang's red eyes glanced to the side, and he clearly saw a centipede-like The huge monster swooped over as if it had grown wings, and landed on Yang Jian's body, stretching its blood basin and biting down.Chen Xiang suddenly turned around and blocked it with an axe, no matter how disgusting the thing looked, locked its hairy legs with his left hand and split it in half.

The foul-smelling green blood splattered all over his face and body.Chen Xiang threw away half of the centipede's body, turned back, and glanced quietly over the "faces" of the crowd of monsters in front of him.

His hair was disheveled, his clothes were loose, and his face and body were covered with green and stinking centipede blood.But at this moment, his eyes and his expression gradually changed from the crazy and brutal one seeing his uncle in distress to calm and indifferent.

There was even a cold smile on his face.

As far as the eye can see, all the monsters are fighting, but they dare not approach.Chen Xiang took a step forward, and they took half a step back, shivering and not daring to speak.

"...You guys are laughing." Although Chen Xiang didn't put down the hatchet, his face was calm, "I'm Liu Chenxiang, you may have heard my name."

The demons looked at each other.

"I am Chen Xiang who split the mountain to save his mother." He said word by word, as if he wanted to integrate every name and identity into his memory and blood, "My mother is the Three Holy Mothers of Huashan, and my father is Liu Yanchang, my uncle is Erlang God Yang Jian." Regardless of the uproar of the demons, he continued, "Today my uncle was in danger and injured here, and I forgot to set up a barrier, which attracted you to come here. I know this kind of opportunity is rare, But since I am here, the time has not come yet, so please wait a little longer."

"What do you mean?" A spirit bear stepped forward, "Why don't you let us eat him?"

"It's not that I won't let you eat him," Chen Xiang said calmly, showing no anger at all, "but that you don't want to eat him. If you stay, you will die, but if you leave, you can live for hundreds of years to wait for new opportunities. If it were me, I would definitely eat him." Choose the latter."

The divine ax in his palm was shining brightly, and it changed from a small ax to a long-handled ax in the blink of an eye.Chen Xiang's wrist trembled, the handle of the ax stood on the ground with a clang, the lightning flashed on and off in an instant, and the cold light of the ax blade was fully reflected in the eyes of the demon. Looking at Chen Xiang's solemn face, it was more like a wind knife and a frost sword, with glue falling off his fingers.

The tide is gone.How the demons came aggressively at the beginning, now they go away dejectedly.When the last one was gone, Chen Xiang put the ax into his sleeve, cast a spell to close the door, set up a magic barrier, gathered firewood and made a fire on the spot, and then helped Yang Jian to lie on his knees, ignoring the rush into his heart. The piles of old things, the mana in the palm of the hand is concentrated, covering the eyes that are constantly oozing blood.

The divine light flickered between the fingers, injecting vitality.However, at the age of 16, from the day of his 16th birthday, all the familiar scenes came to him one after another.

16-year-old Zhongchun, the riverside of Yangliu Yiyi; the boy's tossing and turning in the middle of the night, the surprise of his mother's dream;

All the memories, no matter pain or happiness, love or resentment, all belong to the bottom of my heart.But when the past finally came slowly with the ending, Chen Xiang's dry eyes actually seeped tears.

His left hand tightly twisted his trembling right hand; since he was healing Yang Jian, there must be no accidents.However, after doing this, he couldn't stop crying, hot tears rolled down, drop by drop, staining his lips and falling on the skirt of his clothes, both bitter and cold.

Chen Xiang didn't know how long she had been crying.It wasn't until the divine light faded that he lowered his hands and head in a slump, and closed his sore eyes wearily.

His lips moved, and if there were words, it seemed that he hadn't; but that sound, those few words, was like a deafening evening drum and morning bell, directly entering the eardrum and heart, and could not be driven away.

He said yes.

"I love you."