moonlit night

Ever since Jun Changye opened his mouth, Yue Qingchen's gaze has been on him and never moved away.There was a bit of probing in the indifferent eyes, as if he wanted to see through the stern expression of the young man to see what he was thinking at the moment.

Luo Mingchuan mentioned that Jun Changye opened the tomb of Qin Sheng, which made Yue Qingchen unconsciously recall that when the fairy tomb was opened, he and Jun Changye reunited after a long absence in that way, and the many unpleasant pasts that have arisen since then.

When the bottom line was trampled again and again, when the former friendship was swallowed up by boundless hatred, Yue Qingchen once thought that he would never forget the humiliation brought by the other party.But later, when he walked in the huge Wangurus Palace, through those ancient halls and corridors, he would often have an illusion of chaotic time and space, as if the thousands of years that had passed were still in this place. in the palace.And passing by the corner in the next moment, you will see the former owner here, still sitting on the chair they used to sit on.

It is silent, but has witnessed too many joys and sorrows, and in the face of time, all the unforgettable love and hatred are all insignificant, like a mustard seed.

Yue Qingchen had seen Jun Changye standing under Cang Jue's portrait more than once, holding a silk cloth and carefully wiping off the dust that had just fallen on it.More than once, I have seen the back of Jun Changye standing next to Su Xi and the coffin, sometimes muttering to himself, or not saying anything, just standing quietly, listening to the never-ending wind in the Valley of Wind Rest. .

so lonely.

Yue Qingchen watched, watched, and suddenly felt that the back of the year completely overlapped with the person in front of him now, and even couldn't help it, wanting to go to Jun Changye's side to hug him.

He suddenly didn't want to look at the mirror of the third generation anymore, and he didn't want to explore the relationship between himself and Lin'an, whether it was the same as Jun Changye and Li Yuan.

He suddenly didn't want anyone or anything in this world to separate them again.

However, at the next moment, Jun Changye's words brought Yue Qingchen back to reality from his memories and his own world.

他 说:

"Yes, I opened it, but there was no musical score in it. At that time, we took out all the things on the bottom layer, and at the end of that layer, we found a door leading to nowhere. After opening, Only then did I find that it led to the upper floor. But on the upper floor, there was only a slowly rotating sacrificial plate, on which stood eight copper pillars, and the pillars were covered with grooves and patterns, which were gold, wood, water, fire , earth, wind, thunder, and ice. Among them, the blood grooves on the gold pillars and earth pillars have been filled, the fire pillars have filled most of them, and the rest are empty."

Luo Mingchuan nodded slightly, and continued: "The sacrificial plate on the ground floor...is the key to opening the Tongtian Pagoda at the sky level. The reason why Zhaoya didn't destroy it ten thousand years ago is because only mortals can open it at the bottom level. He is already an extraordinary person. However, among mortals, those who have the ability to open it are only those who have the power to transcend the tribulation period, so this sacrificial plate... has survived for thousands of years.

When Qin Shengzun failed to cross the catastrophe, he chose to sacrifice his body. He thought he could at least fill the five copper pillars of gold, earth, wind, thunder and ice, and open five-ninths of the sky-reaching level, but he was still blocked by Zhaoya. In the end, only two were filled.

The other pillar of fire was in charge of Lord Pingyang. If he had brought the Burning Sun Divine Bow handed down from the Feng family back then, he would have opened the pillar of fire in one fell swoop.It's a pity that at that time, he had already passed on the position of Patriarch to his son, including the bow, so he was doomed...to fail. "

While speaking, the plaza that had calmed down began to tremble again.Yue Qingchen heard the reputation and looked around, only to see a huge black shadow gradually appearing at the place where they came down before.

Another sea jellyfish.Moreover, it can be seen from afar that there are two people, a man and a woman, standing above the head of the giant dragon.

"Zhaoya... finally came." Luo Mingchuan struggled to say the next words, "Listen, one of the purposes of his coming this time is to destroy this sacrificial plate."

"Let's go first," Jun Changye made a decisive decision, speaking at an incredible speed, "Let's go under the altar over there, which is the passage to the bottom of this fairy tomb. There is a road below, followed by the Dragon Temple when we came here." They are interlinked. And only through the gate at the bottom can one enter the sacrificial plate in the stratum."

"Mozun's meaning," Yue Qingchen looked at him and said lightly, "It means that we enter it first and seal the gate leading to the sacrificial plate. Then after Zhaoya enters the bottom floor, follow the connected road back to the dragon. Temple, trap Zhaoya to death in this fairy tomb?"

Jun Changye glanced at him quickly, but instead of looking at him, he lowered his head again: "Master, I..."

"Not right," Luo Mingchuan struggled to sit up, "Wang Shu-jun...you underestimated Zhaoya. Back then, the reason why he didn't win favor with Qin Shengzun was because two copper pillars had been completely destroyed. Open it. But after more than twenty years, this power is weakening, and it is necessary to open at least one more to maintain the operation of the entire sacrificial plate and to...cough cough cough. Prevent Zhaoya from destroying it."

"Brother, let's not talk about this for now," the Tsing Yi Sage Monarch behind him gave him a pat on the back, with a gloomy expression flashing across his brows, "Let's go in and talk about it."

They carefully placed the man who had been filled with black saltpeter in the clam essence shell, and Yue Qingchen had already cleaned it up before coming out.The clam demon was still sleeping, but it seemed that it was not an outsider who was put into him now, so he wrapped it gently and closed it tightly again.

And the old Xie Jing who had been lying on the side for a long time was already on the verge of death due to excessive blood loss and could not be saved.Hearing Yue Qingchen approaching, he barely opened his eyes, stretched out a crab claw tremblingly, and pointed to his body:

"Your Highness...don't worry, those black saltpetres are still with me. Later, let...my old bone serve you one last time...anyone who dares to approach here, I will blow them up to the sky!"

Yue Qingchen was speechless, and did not correct his address, but stretched out a hand, squeezed the crab claws firmly, and then quickly got up.Unexpectedly, Jun Changye was standing behind him, and when he turned around, he almost bumped into him.

"magic……"

Yue Qingchen just started to use this unfamiliar title, but his hand was firmly grasped by Jun Changye, and then he immediately put it on his heart.

His hair was still wet, and so were his lips, which reminded Yue Qingchen of the feeling of it nibbling on his lips, and his eyes softened unconsciously.

"Chuhe," the old Xiejing looked at their intertwined hands and grinned at Jun Changye for the first time, "Take care of him."

Jun Changye nodded, solemnly as if making an oath: "I will."

When the two of them finally passed the altar and went down to the bottom of the fairy tomb, they only heard an earth-shattering explosion from above.In the process of walking in, Jun Changye scratched Yue Qingchen's palm, then slowly let go of his hand, and then took the initiative to take a step behind, not walking side by side with Yue Qingchen.

Before Yue Qingchen understood what was going on in his heart at the moment, he saw at the end of the corridor in front of him, the four people who came in first were gathered outside the door that Jun Changye said.Luo Mingchuan leaned against the door, most of his body had already gone in, and he was looking inside with his head tilted, while Ning Yuanmei lowered his head, looking at the toes of his shoes exposed under the hem of his blue skirt.

Also, Leng Beixiao and Luo Mingche who had just separated in front of the door.

"Heng Wu," Leng Beixiao couldn't believe it, "was I dreaming just now? When I was in that clam, you wouldn't even touch your face if I wanted to."

"It's nothing." Luo Mingche smiled, seemed a little embarrassed, and then lowered his head, "It's just that I want to hug you all of a sudden. That's all, nothing else."

Leng Beixiao still expressed doubts, but Yue Qingchen and Jun Changye had already walked up to them, so he didn't want to say anything, he just took it as a favor from a beauty.

Luo Mingchuan turned his head back and snorted coldly at the Demon King, expressing deep doubts about his second brother's picky eyes.He stared at Luo Mingche for a moment, although his eyes were a little loose, but still sharp, and then said: "Hengwu, let's go."

Luo Mingche walked up to the puppet master and held the door for him: "Brother, let me help you."

"Okay, second brother." Luo Mingchuan followed suit, then slowly got up from the place where he was leaning on, and moved back three steps to give the other party a gap leading to the inside.

However, in the next instant, Mr. Heng Wu who was standing by the door's eyes darkened, let go suddenly, rushed in from the gap, and then turned around immediately to close the door.And Luo Mingchuan seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and moved almost at the same time as him, and squeezed in abruptly before the door was completely closed.

It happened too fast, and the others stood a little farther away, there was no time to stop it.Leng Beixiao was dumbfounded. He rushed to the door, slapped and roared angrily, "Hengwu! Hengwu! Damn it, what are you doing!"

Jun Changye squinted his eyes and made a guess: "Perhaps, Mr. Hengwu wanted to sacrifice himself to open the copper pillar representing water, and he didn't want us to be buried with him."

Leng Beixiao looked back at him with red eyes: "Damn it, how do you open this door?"

"No way," Jun Changye shook his head, his tone calm, "Once this door is closed again, it can only be opened from the inside."

Inside the door, Luo Mingche helped Luo Mingchuan to the wall and sat down, looking anxious and angry, he quickly said, "Brother, what are you doing here?"

"It's been like this since I was a child." Luo Mingchuan obviously had difficulty breathing, but laughed intermittently, "I...don't know you yet? Do you think...that we can all live if you die?"

"I've read the records about the site of Tongtian Pagoda." Luo Mingche's expression was so solemn that water dripped down, "When the site is opened to three and a half, it is enough for Zhaoya's soul living on Xiao Ziyuan to come and go."

"Heh," Luo Mingchuan sneered, "Even if you are Mahayana, do you think that you...can make the water column fully open? I used to...why didn't you know, you kid is so arrogant?"

Seeing that the other party was in a daze for a moment, he sneered again and shook his head, then took out a flute from his bosom that was covered in thick water, and waved it in front of Luo Mingche's eyes: "I still need it."

"Liu Nian." Luo Mingche's eyes lit up, and he reached out to take it, and at the same time persuaded: "Brother, give it to me, you can go out."

Luo Mingchuan let him take it away, but his back was still tightly leaning against the wall, as if it had already grown on it, and then he cupped his fists on his chest, and said jokingly: "Don't worry about me, I'll just watch here, and I can give it to you later." You collect the body."

Sitting there, he looked much better than before.But Luo Mingche knew that this was probably just a flashback.

Time was running out now, and Luo Mingche couldn't open the door to drive him out, so he had to give up.He held the fleeting flute in his mouth, strode up to the slowly rotating sacrificial plate in front of him, and quickly found the blue water-painted copper pillar.He cut a hole in his wrist with spiritual power, and then put the remaining hand in the groove at the top of the copper pillar.

The fresh blood mixed with ample spiritual energy was dripping down along the hollows of the column body, gradually filling the entire column with a bewitching red color, but none of it fell outside, apparently completely absorbed by the biting column.

In stark contrast, the paler lips and complexion of the person by the pillar, in the end, he could hardly stand still, and he could only lean against the copper pillar, feeling that the originally dense sea of ​​energy in his dantian was only left. Thin layer, but still being sucked away.

The speed was so fast that in the end, even the vision gradually blurred.Luo Mingche lowered his head, trying to put the flute in his mouth on another groove while he could still see it.But the shoulder was suddenly pressed down.

It was Luo Mingchuan who stood behind him.

"You are like this now," he said calmly, "Are you really planning to give up that demon?"

The elder brother's voice seemed to be far away in the sky, Luo Mingche couldn't do it even if he wanted to, so he could only vaguely say: "It will be very hard to be my Taoist companion. He doesn't like to be restrained, so he is not suitable."

"Not suitable?" Luo Mingchuan snorted, and suddenly stretched out his hand to take the flute away. There were a few extra silk threads in his other hand at the same time, and he pressed it on Mr. Hengwu's blood-stained wrist, and then he stretched out his hand. Push away from the copper pillar.

Luo Mingche was pushed and shook by him, and fell directly to the ground. He didn't have the strength to get up again, but the silk thread in his hand dragged him to the door.

"Hengwu, do you still remember," the elder brother's voice became farther and farther away, like a bridge of Naihe reincarnated, so ethereal that it was unreal, "I used to bully you often, and often took my father's sword to fight against you. You were showing off there, and if your father found out or chopped something up, he would say you stole it. Another time, he broke your wooden stake and made you fall down in front of everyone on the day of the clan competition."

"I don't remember those..." Luo Mingche tremblingly said, his voice finally almost choked up, as if he was filled with endless grievances, "I only remember that since I can remember, my elder brother took me to learn about things related to Taoism My elder brother made my first sword for me. My first flute was cut by my elder brother. My elder brother repaired it for me when the stake was broken. When I was young, I was reprimanded by my father as a Cowardly, not like a man, you still comforted me, and secretly took me and Xiaojia to go boating in the lake and fly a kite on the shore."

Luo Mingchuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "You memorized these...what are you doing?"

"Brother..." As warm liquid slid down his face, Luo Mingche felt dizzy and could barely speak, but continued: "Qingluan...hasn't seen her...father... .”

"Father?" Luo Mingchuan stopped laughing, seemed to be thinking about it seriously, and then waved his hand lightly: "How can a person like me deserve to be a father? That's right..."

He seemed to have just remembered, and quickly pinched his chin and said, "Does she have a boy she likes?"

"Yes, yes," Luo Mingche was about to be pulled to the door by the silk thread on his wrist, but he was still struggling to hold on, not to hold the switch handle, "It's Jun Pingyang's... youngest son, the current... Patriarch of the Feng Family, It's called... Feng Man Lou."

"Pingyang Jun's son?" Luo Mingchuan murmured and repeated, as if recalling Feng Manlou's appearance, so that he could make an evaluation.But then, he laughed dumbly again and said: "Come on, let it be, as long as the girl likes it, what am I worrying about here? Mingche, when I was away, did you bury her daughter Hong? Does she look like me? ? Do you usually like to laugh?"

He suddenly babbled like this, as if he wanted to use Luo Mingche's vague description in a few words to try his best to imagine what his daughter would look like in these years when he was not around.But Luo Mingche could no longer answer him with words, so he could only nod his head gently, and then nodded again.

Luo Mingchuan didn't ask any more questions, he waved his hand, and let those pull silks control the hands of Mr. Hengwu, and pressed the switch handle of the heavy door behind him.

"Mingche, live on." The moment the door slammed open, Luo Mingche suddenly fell to the ground, and heard the person inside say calmly, "At least, there are people in this world who want you to live."

In the next moment, he quickly fell into a steaming, solid embrace. The man was obviously frightened by his appearance at the moment, and kept patting his face, calling his name, and telling him not to sleep .

But Luo Mingche felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he soon fell into complete darkness.

The last words I heard were:

"If possible, please help me go to that inn, dig out that jar of wine, and bring it to her."