Xu Fu

Stay in Kansi and don't wander around. "Jin Yuan nestled Dian Xuechen's hand and said solemnly.

"Well, go quickly." Dian Xuechen said calmly with his usual expression.

Jin Yuan let out a long sigh, and he put a small medicine bottle into Dian Xuechen's hand and said: "Remember to take medicine once a day, don't forget it.

"it is good."

"Leave Kansi's affairs to Teacher Yi, don't work hard."

"Ah."

"Don't be bored in the room, you can go to Misty Peak to take care of those moon grasses." Jin Yuan said softly, only he himself knew how worried he was about Qing'an.

"En." Dian Xuechen leaned over and fell into Jin Yuan's arms, "I'll wait for you to come back, don't worry."

"Okay, if I come back and see that you are not doing well, I will spank your butt, and I will spank you hard." Jin Yuan chuckled softly.

"You should also be careful in retreat. If I find out that you are injured, I will..."

"So what?" Jin Yuan asked curiously, "Spanking or kneeling on the washboard?"

"I'll let you reboot." Dian Xuechen coldly glanced at Jin Yuan.

"Then I can't get hurt even if I die." Jin Yuan said instantly with high fighting spirit.

"Let's go quickly." Dian Xuechen glared at Jin Yuan angrily and said.

"One last kiss." Jin Yuan pouted.

The two kissed deeply for a long time before slowly separating, embracing each other silently, Jin Yuan cruelly put Dian Xuechen on the soft couch, got up and left, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and disappeared into the room.

Dian Xuechen tightened the purple bamboo flute in his hand, staring dumbly at the door for a long time and couldn't regain his senses...

The emptiness and disillusionment, the longing for the world, the ups and downs, all hidden in this confusion, the destiny of the world, with my heart, inspires the life of all things.

——FOUR VOLUME·END——

--The final chapter--

The years go by, and the marriage is staggered.Weeping blood is exhausted, and the demonic barrier lightly swallows and swallows deep.What can't be stopped is the lovesickness of Yin and Yang thousands of miles away, what can't be matched is the obsession of thousands of years.

【dead world】

"what----"

The man in black on the couch jumped up suddenly, his hands tightly clutching the silk skirt on his chest, and the silk was torn apart, making a piercing sound.And he opened his eyes wide in panic, the chaos in his pupils was like stagnant water that had been frozen for thousands of years, accompanied by cold sweat dripping down his cheeks.

The door of the room opened suddenly, and Mi Luosheng rushed over upon hearing the sound, and what caught his eyes was Youming's body struggling and rolling on the couch, making him unable to distinguish whether it was Shen Ling or the original Qi Fengyu.

"Yan Ling!" He called that name and rushed forward to lift You Ming up from the ground and leaned on the couch, using spiritual power to restrain the opponent's limbs that kept kicking, but he could still feel the body trembling in his arms Trembling, his face pale as paper, sweat pouring down his face, his mouth still murmuring messy whispers—the short-term collision of souls made this body extremely fragile.

Suddenly, those black eyes widened, and Mi Luosheng suddenly saw a variety of complex emotions and souls intertwined in it, sometimes it was You Ming's confusion, Qi Fengyu's ruthlessness, and Su Ling's obsession with fearing that the world would not be chaotic. ...

The red lips were partly opened and partly closed, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time, seeing Mi Luosheng's mood flustered, he did not expect such a dangerous situation in the current situation.

Just when he was close to being at a loss, a clear word finally came out from his lips: "Mingyu... Dinghunjue..."

Mi Luosheng immediately placed Xiaoming's body back against him, and began to infuse spiritual energy into this body according to the spiritual technique that Sunling had just said, to assist Shinling with a helping hand.

After about a moment, he saw that the sweat on Youming's forehead gradually disappeared, his face was not as twisted as before, and his eyes were closed as if he was sleeping peacefully.He put down his hands and supported You Ming to lie on the couch, feeling flustered for some reason, as if looking at an untimely bomb, as if it might explode at any time on that island.

If Seizure collapsed first, he would be absolutely at a loss.

Looking at Youming's face, Mi Luosheng suddenly thought of Su Ziku, his blood-related son.Thinking of this, Mi Luosheng couldn't help laughing ironically, he still had warm memories of Su Ziku, but right now, things are different.

Just when he was flustered, You Ming suddenly opened his eyes, making his heart skip a beat, half vigilant and half tentative, he asked, "Sunling?"

"Mingyu," but seeing Yinling who controlled Youming's body got up from the couch and looked at him with a smile, so that he couldn't connect the youthful face in front of him with Yinling: "It's almost time , merge the heavenly book with the immortal energy of the entire immortal clan, and help you revive Chi Lu."

"What happened then, is it Qifengyu?" Mi Luosheng was still worried.

"Of course," Yin Ling raised his eyebrows, but his expression was carefree, and he said calmly: "Thanks to Ming Yu's timely help, I have imprisoned him with necromancy, and in another month and a half, he will be completely lost in Qifengyu."

Mi Luosheng frowned: "It consumes too much energy, what should we do next."

"I know it in my heart." With everything in mind, he said with a smile, "How about Wangchuan?"

"I have asked him to do it. As for how to control those undead, it has to be in your hands."

"Very good." Sun Ling stood up, his slight weakness made him frown, but then he said comfortably, "Make me a pot of tea, Mingyu."

Mi Luosheng glanced at him, but did as he did without saying a word, which put Sunling in a good mood.

"At the beginning, you and I made a contract. I helped you escape the golden cicada, and promised to bring Chi Lv back to life with the power of heavenly scriptures, and you helped me." Yin Ling evoked a strange smile, "Chi Lv's death, it seems that you haven't died yet. I can let go."

"He's not dead." Mi Luosheng just said that.

"Don't worry, I won't break my promise to you." Yinling smiled, "If the palace lets him live, he won't die."

But all of a sudden, the faint and strange beating of his heart made him ignore it.

【Yin Realm·Xunsi·Feng Man Lou】

"Brother...brother, the soup has spilled!"

Suddenly, Su Ziku put the soup bowl on the table quickly, his withered leaf-colored eyes were definitely looking at the filth, but he was expressionless, as if his soul had been taken away, and Fuhe was stunned.

It took him a while before he said: "You guys use it first." After saying that, he walked away, leaving a table of delicious food.

Just like what Fu and Yan saw, Su Ziku hadn't eaten or slept since he came back from the Jedi Island that day, he said he was a walking dead, but he could still talk and laugh, and he also had a look at Xunsi's big and small things, and told Fu He Find out the small omissions of Xie and talk about it again, just like in the past, show both kindness and majesty.

The only difference is that You Ming is not there.

Not to mention Sizhong, even Fu and Yan dare not ask Su Ziku a word about Youming.

Su Ziku understands all the changes at the moment, understands that the great war is about to come again, and of course also understands how painful it will be for the soul that has been entangled for thousands of years in the struggle with Su Ling.However, no matter how calm and calm he is, two faces of the same person always appear in the busy space in his mind, blending and overlapping, and they are always the same.

"Feng'er..."

【Folk·Mufu·Hanjing Garden】

When Su Ziku stood in front of Leng Yefu, the other party was slightly taken aback, then put away his pen and ink as expected, invited out a tea table, and lightly poured a pot of warm wine.

Su Ziku looked at the deserving relatives in the world besides Mi Luosheng, as if he had a support, and his whole body collapsed like falling apart. .

Like a tacit understanding of blood, Leng Yefu just pushed the warm wine in front of him, saying: "If you don't drink it, it will be cold."

Su Ziku picked up the porcelain cup and took a sip, then tried his best to cut the description of Jedi Island to the shortest possible time. He didn't tell the other party about the complicated past and present life, but only described the matter of the dead and zero possessing the body of the young ghost, and the two souls occupying one body. Things come out of the tray.

Leng Yefu frowned, and after hearing Su Ziku's narration, his knuckles holding the porcelain cup trembled, his handsome face became serious.

"I don't know if my uncle has heard of such a thing."

Su Ziku knew very well that as a ghost clan Leng clan, his matriarchal clan had powerful soul skills, such as the separation of body and soul and other innate spells that were unique to the ghost clan, so he came here today.

"I've never heard of it," Leng Yefu shook his head: "But my father once made this assumption with me. If a body really has two souls, it must not last long. In this way, the two souls will look like each other. In a fight, there is bound to be a defeat, and the loser will lose his soul, and if the defeat is tragic, there is... the danger of his soul being scattered."

"Then, what is the key to victory." Su Ziku's voice trembled so much that he couldn't bear to hear it. He had suppressed it for so long, and at this moment, as dawn approached, he was a little out of control.

Leng Yefu saw his own flesh and blood like this, and his heart trembled. He considered his words and said slowly: "According to my late father and I's speculation, the key to the struggle between souls is probably the will. Whoever has the strong will to survive, and whoever has the strongest will?" win."

"Heh... the things of thought are so illusory," Su Ziku actually laughed, and the eyes of the dead leaves were full of unfathomable aggressiveness and determination, and those eyes suddenly looked at Leng Yefu, as if they wanted to penetrate the other party. : "Then uncle, what should I do to let him win."

"Kingxin..." Leng Yefu looked at the man in front of him who was always a child in his eyes in astonishment, at a loss for what to do.

"Uncle," Su Ziku took a step forward, grabbed his arm and almost knelt down, "I beg you."

Leng Yefu was startled and helped him up, looking at the face of his beloved flesh and blood that was about to cry, he felt a twinge of pain in his heart: "Why do you need to ask, why would I not help if I can, it's just that all this can only be done by Xiaoming and him. Own."

Su Ziku silently lowered his eyes, his clenched fists were almost white

I would like to turn lovesickness into wind and melt the coldness of every snow flake in the palace.

I would like to transform into willows by guarding each other, and accompany every ray of breeze in the pool.

After sunset, there is no moon in the autumn night, and the night is not elegant, only the continuous moon grass showing the frost color.The ethereal qin music is even more serene in the quiet night, and the four palace lanterns illuminate the small wooden pavilion in the sky.