my voice is poisonous

As soon as Wen Yu left, there was no news, half a month passed in a flash, and his two violin bodies had been dried properly.

Yan Qingjiang and Wen Qinru hugged the body of the piano and went to the piano store to find someone to install the strings. When Ren Canglan came to visit in his free time, he taught them a lesson.

There was a rare June leap that year, and by the time of Qixi Festival, it was already the end of the month, and the autumn wind was obviously chilly.

Wen Qinru worked as a needleworker in the gazebo in the courtyard a few days in advance until the Qixi Festival. She did not forget to raise her head and explained to Yan Qingjiang while doing it: "On the seventh day of July, my daughter's family is going to present a gift to the seventh sister. Sacrifice some of the needlework I made by myself, and pray for the ingenuity; for boys, I will ask for a marriage according to the occasion; if it is a couple, I will go to the river and put a river lantern hand in hand, and pray for eternity. If my brother is here, I will definitely I will go with you to light the lamp."

Yan Qingjiang was sitting across from her with a scroll in his hand. Hearing the sound, he felt a little sad and worried, so he couldn't help putting the scroll on the table: "It doesn't matter if you put the lamp on or not. I just hope that he is safe. According to Canglan, these few days The fear of the sun is already at war, and the stars in the sky have changed, Wen Yu and the others... are really dangerous..."

"Brother is here." Wen Qinru also stopped the injection, she turned her head to think about it, and just repeated this sentence back and forth, comforting Yan Qingjiang and herself, "Brother is here."

Yan Qingjiang responded with a smile, and looked out of the courtyard from a high place. The flowers and plants in the capital have begun to wither, and they gradually appear a little lonely.

I don't know whether this lonely person is the capital city or himself, Yan Qingjiang only feels that not only his semi-immortal body has become more and more cold and hot in the past few days, but even the soul that has guarded the sacred tree for more than sixty years, They have tasted thousands of kinds of lovesickness.

A sudden gust of wind blew up, he pursed the corners of his lips lightly, and tightly wrapped the half-clothed robe around his body. Immediately afterwards, a thunderbolt suddenly exploded in the distance.

Even Wen Qinru was taken aback by the loud noise, and hurriedly raised his head to look up at the sky and said, "Thunder?"

Yan Qingjiang stood up and frowned and looked around, only to see a few dark clouds billowing faintly from the sky, like a giant python churning up and down in the sea of ​​clouds, with streaks of bluish-purple thunderclaps gathering in the clouds, like a spider web tightly entwined Like that giant python.

Half the sky darkened immediately, with the city gate as the boundary, a heavy rain was about to usher outside the city gate, but inside the city it was still a clear sky.

This is--

Yan Qingjiang's eyebrows became more and more towering, his temple hair was blown up by the wind, he stared at the sky with a solemn expression, but there seemed to be a little puzzlement and doubt in his eyes.

The sky above their heads was blue and clear, and the clouds seemed to be drawn by the black cloud, and they all deviated from their original trajectory.

"What's the matter?" Wen Qinru also got up and followed him to look into the distance, raised his finger to the sky, and asked in confusion, "Why do all the clouds gather there?"

"There is a demon reborn, and the sky will punish you to warn." Yan Qingjiang said softly, "There is an immortal who broke the rules of heaven and fell into a demon. Seeing thunder from the cloud, it is gathering thunder from the sky."

"Falling from a fairy?" Wen Qinru asked again in a daze, "Since I have become a fairy, why do I need to fall from a devil?"

Yan Qingjiang shook his head hesitantly when he heard the words: "I don't know either."

The layers of clouds in the distance became thicker and thicker, and there were more and more blue and purple thunder lights crackling in the sea of ​​clouds, and the thunder lights suddenly cut down from time to time, and I don't know if the unlucky immortal who couldn't figure it out is still alive.

"But there..." Wen Qinru covered his ears and looked at it for a while, then raised his head and asked Yan Qingjiang, "That place seems not far from the city gate, will the immortal outside the city escape in? The people in the city There are so many, if this thunder struck, mortals would not be able to bear it."

"No." Yan Qingjiang said, "the emperor sits in the imperial city, and Ziwei avoids all ghosts and monsters, so they can't come in."

Wen Qinru nodded ignorantly, disturbed by the rolling thunder in the distance, and stopped sewing.

She leaned on the edge of the table and sat down slowly, resting her chin with her hand, and suddenly sighed with emotion: "Tomorrow is the Qixi Festival, and it is said that lovers will eventually get married, and I don't know that like Shichuan and Ji Hanyuan, How can we have a good result?"

She didn't mention Yan Qingjiang, but she didn't think about it, and when she mentioned him, she said suddenly, "It's broken!"

Wen Qinru glanced up at him in a daze, only to see that Yan Qingjiang's face suddenly changed, he lowered his head and moved his lips, and said to her: "The fallen fairy is probably Shichuan!"

Wen Qinru: "?!!"

"Don't go anywhere at home," Yan Qingjiang turned around and ran down the rockery, "I'll go outside the city and have a look!"

Wen Qinru put her hand on the table and was about to go with him, when she heard this, she sat down slowly again, Yan Qingjiang is a half-immortal body, assuming she is different from a mortal like her, she just waited at home, don't It's better to add to the chaos.

Ever since Yan Qingjiang came to Wen's mansion, he always showed such a polite and alienated appearance in front of his servants, bowing and bowing three steps away when talking to others, so anxious at this time, it was unheard of.

He ran across the corridor in two steps, and met the housekeeper. The housekeeper didn't have time to salute, but he only had time to ask, "Young master, where are you going?"

Yan Qingjiang didn't turn his head back, turned his feet, stepped on the railing and jumped into the garden: "Go outside the city."

Before he could get out of the Wen Mansion, Ren Canglan was just as anxious as he was, jumping into the door from outside the mansion with light effort, before he could see who the person in front of him was, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Qingjiang's wrist, turned around and grabbed him again. Floating out of the mansion, her figure is as light as a fairy, her voice is

But he was so anxious that he split up: "If Shichuan is going to die, follow me quickly!"

The butler only chased outside the door, and saw the two of them drifting away, he frowned, raised his hand, and someone came out from the corner: "Go to the palace and report that Ren Canglan begged Yan Qing To save a dying friend, the two went out together."

The man responded, turned away, and disappeared again.

*****

Besides, Ren Canglan dragged Yan Qingjiang out of the city gate, the official road outside the city was deserted, lightning and thunder rumbled in the sky, strong winds blew up, and the lightning struck the official road with flying sand and rocks, like a wasteland.

Without waiting for Yan Qingjiang to ask further questions, he saw Shichuan lying flat on the place where the thunder light gathered, the brilliance of the enchantment covering his body gradually weakened,

Barely blocking the thunder, it seemed that it was about to fall apart at any moment.

"He infected the demon with demonic energy, and his body would die on the spot. I sealed his three souls and seven souls in my body, but I couldn't save him." Ren Canglan pulled Yan Qingjiang and said that he had to dodge the thunder, and jumped up Jumping up, it looked funny and desolate, "I thought about it, maybe you are the only one who knows how to save him, so you carried him all the way here, and I didn't know how many lightning strikes, but I didn't want to hold him in this capital city." But he couldn't get in, so he could only be thrown here casually, and protected him with an enchantment."

Ren Canglan was in a mess, his hair was scorched, and the hair crown was crooked and stuck to his right ear. He really looked like he had been struck by lightning.

Yan Qingjiang broke free from his hand and walked closer to Shechuan, only to see that the person in the barrier no longer had the appearance of a fairy standing by the river, his clothes were messy, he was wearing Ren Canglan's brocade robe, his eyes were wide open , there was a void in his eyes, and half of his warm face was rotted to the bone by the evil energy.

The devilish energy is like tarsal maggots, entrenched on Shichuan's face like vicious poisonous snakes, his appearance is terrifying and frightening, Yan Qingjiang only felt terrified in his heart: "This is... ..Ji Hanyuan did it?"

"It's that bastard!" Ren Canglan clenched his fists behind him and gritted his teeth, "He saw me drinking with Shikawa by the river this morning, and after I left, he might pester Shichuan again. Going down by the lake, turning back, he saw Shikawa was being pressed by him on the lakeshore, while... forcing Shikawa to do that beastly thing, and at the same time, he put the demonic energy into Shikawa's body... ..”

Yan Qingjiang turned his head in shock when he heard the words, only to see Ren Canglan's eyes were red, suppressing a cavity of anger and said: "Shechuan's magic power is not inferior to that demon, and he was restrained by him somehow! I fought with that demon! After a fight, he almost killed him. Before he fled, he just shouted that he really loved Shichuan, and Shichuan shouldn't accept him, but because of the difference between immortals and demons, he went mad for a while and ignored it. way."

"I'm afraid he just wants Shichuan Fallen to accompany him," Yan Qingjiang knelt down beside Shichuan, and stretched his hand through Ren Canglan's hand.

The enchantment he set up, touched Shikawa's bare-exposed arm full of bruises with his fingertips, and dispelled the demonic energy one by one, and sighed, "But he never cares about Shikawa's willingness or unwillingness. But he doesn't want to Thinking, if Shibukawa is really ruthless and unjust to him, how can he get his hands with weak mana?"

Yan Qingjiang has a special physique. Not only was he born with an immortal body, but he was also accompanied by a sacred tree produced by Qingqi for more than sixty years. The Qingqi in his body is strong. .

Heaven's punishment was still falling beside Shechuan, Ren Canglan raised his fingers and made a tactic to shield himself and Yan Qingjiang from the thunder, seeing that he had exorcised Shichuan's evil energy, he still asked in the moment of blocking the thunder: "Maybe you Wake him up?"

Yan Qingjiang pressed the palm of Shichuan's eyebrows, and shook his head regretfully, "His physical body is dead, and his soul has been injured. If he is to wake up, he will not only have to find a fairy body suitable for him, but also repair his soul and soul." Only the soul will do."

Ren Canglan was stunned when he heard the words, his hand slowed down a step, and as soon as the spell stagnated, a sky thunder followed the air and slashed down.

The bluish-purple thunder light fell on his head, smashing the shattered barrier on Shibukawa's body to pieces.

The enchantment instantly turned into a handful of fine silver sand, which was swept away by the strong wind and disappeared. Ren Canglan looked at his friend lying on the ground

There seemed to be a glimmer of life again, and he said with trembling lips, "Do you know... how... how to make up his soul and... immortal body?"

Yan Qingjiang got up, thought for a moment, raised his head and said, "Go find the mountain ghost."

"Mountain...mountain ghost?" Ren Canglan asked in a daze amidst the dazzling thunder, "Then...the mountain ghost in your story who is sloppy and likes to eat snacks—— Isn't it a legend?"

"Of course not!" There was another thunderbolt in the ear, and there was a sudden bang, Yan Qingjiang lifted his sleeve to block the sky full of rocks, frowned and shouted loudly over the thunder, "The body of Shechuan Immortal is buried here! You and I know where the Yellow Springs are. You go to the ferryman and ask about the place where the mountain ghost lives! You use magic to gather the soul of Shichuan River, and let the mountain ghost raise the soul of Shichuan River before it disappears in a hundred days. In the mountains and forests, use the aura of the mountains to mend his soul, and let him practice with a spiritual body in the future!"

"..." Ren Canglan roared, "Good!"

*****

He couldn't wait for a moment to find the mountain ghost. After waiting for a long time and the time limit passed, Shichuan's soul also dispersed. No matter how difficult it was to save him, Ren Canglan took Shichuan's soul out of his body and hurried away.

As soon as he left, the thunderclouds in the sky slowly disappeared, and the wind also stopped. Yan Qingjiang picked up a hole of suitable size and depth, and buried Shichuan's body in the hole made by the thunder.

His posthumous family didn't care about the affairs of the afterlife. Water burial, cremation, and burial were all convenient.

He didn't even set up a wooden sign, and after burying Shichuan, he raised his foot and stomped on it, so considerately that he stepped on the grave to the ground, and then he patted his body covered in dust, and turned back to the city.

Yan Qingjiang entered the Wen residence in a mess, the housekeeper waited in front of the door and asked with a concerned expression, "What's wrong, my lord?"

Yan Qingjiang raised his sleeve and wiped his face, and even wiped the dust evenly, and he really answered the words "grey head and face".

As soon as Wen Yu left, no one helped him to explain those words, so he became more and more afraid to speak in front of others, but he couldn't tell a lie, so he blinked when he heard the words, and only told the half-truth: "Follow Canglan! Outside the city, struck by lightning."

The butler was dumbfounded and said, "Ah?!"

"En." Yan Qingjiang nodded in response, looking sincere and serious.

housekeeper:"......"

After he finished speaking, he went to the corridor, passed by the gazebo, greeted Wen Qinru, and went back to his courtyard to take a bath.

Before Wen Yu left, she told him that Shichuan might fall into Ji Hanyuan's hands one day, but unexpectedly this day came so early.

Yan Qingjiang leaned in the bathtub, and couldn't help stroking the sachet on his neck, his heart was filled with thoughts.

If that Ji Hanyuan was replaced by Wen Yu, Yan Qingjiang lowered his head and took off the sachet and put it in his palm, confidently saying that Wen Yu would definitely not treat him like that.

He took a bath for a while, changed his clothes, hung the sachet around his neck again, and went to have dinner with Qinru.

Wen Qinru had been waiting for him at the table early, saw his lips move when he came in, and was about to ask him about Shichuan, but after thinking about it, he shut his mouth again.

Wen Yuchang's Taoist family has a lot of chatter, so she should be cautious when speaking, so she thought about the gods, gods and demons, so she didn't say much, maybe the whole courtyard regarded them as lunatics.

Yan Qingjiang came in a hurry, his hair had not been wiped dry, it was casually draped behind his head, and it didn't take long for his entire back to be wet, Wen Qinru said to him while eating, "Why is your hair still wet? It's been cold for the past few days, if you don't dry it off, you might catch a cold."

The tone of her words was [-]% like Wen Yu's. After hearing the words, Yan Qingjiang thought of Wen Yu more and more, smiled a little lonely and said: "Oh, I forgot."

"My brother must be taking care of it for you on weekdays." Wen Qinru teased him, bit the tip of his chopsticks, and laughed at him plainly, "You, too, were spoiled by him."

Yan Qingjiang didn't refute. With a smile, he couldn't help but raised his hand and touched the sachet on his neck. With this movement, he slightly pulled out half of the sachet and exposed it outside his collar. His eyes were as warm as sharp eyes, and he immediately "Huh!" With a sound, he stopped his movements and said, "Don't move!"

Yan Qingjiang stopped in a daze, and looked at her blankly, only to see that Wen Qinru had put down the chopsticks in his hand, turned to him, squinted his eyes and said, "What is that on your neck? Can you take it off and let me see it?" See?"

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