my voice is poisonous

Yan Qingjiang didn't know how long he slept in the tomb, and every time he woke up, his eyes were completely dark, the tomb was quiet and cold, and there was only a pear flower lamp to accompany him, he wanted to light up the lamp, several times. Struggling and thinking about it.

Now he doesn't know what kind of terrifying appearance he has become. In the past, he only knew that after becoming a demon, his appearance would change—since he entered the demon gate, he always had some distinctive signs as evidence.

He didn't know where he had changed, he just thought that if he lit the lamp, Wen Yu's soul would frighten him when it followed the bones?

His thoughts have become more and more chaotic over the years, and he doesn't know if it's because he has slept for a long time. He always forgets things. He called out "Wen Yu", and heard his echoes turning around in the stone room, until it completely dissipated and no one responded, and then he recalled those past events.

He only felt that his life was nothing more than the word "Wen Yu" in the end, if he was forgotten, it would be tantamount to living in vain.

Another day, he woke up in his sleep, in a daze, he felt that it was not appropriate to go on like this, maybe when he woke up next time, he would forget even Wen Yu.

Yan Qingjiang leaned on the sarcophagus, resting his chin on the back of his left hand, and rubbed the fingers of his right hand on the white jade lamp wall in front of him, as if he vaguely sensed that the wick in the lamp was about to burn out.

He turned on the lamp with a snap of his fingers, and a cluster of warm orange light rose from the tomb. The tung oil in the lamp was splashed by him when he was leaving the mansion, and now the candle is leaning against the little residual oil on the wick, and it burns brightly. Quite weak.

Yan Qingjiang's eyes fell on the lamp, and he pinched a tactic with his right hand, the magic pattern on his forehead flashed, and then a cloud-like silver thread emerged from his forehead, flowing towards the front of the half of the wick Condensed up.

The silver thread rotated and condensed, extending the length of the inch-long wick by a large portion in a blink of an eye, and the candle flame was continuously raised until the top of the petals was exposed.

The extended wick stood upright under the candlelight, Yan Qingjiang raised the corner of his mouth, put his fingertips into the lamp, and touched it carefully, his eyes full of respect.

After refilling the wick, he turned his head and thought for a while, then clasped his hands together in front of his chest and pinched a complex finger. Array.

The magic circle revolved around the circle of dark blue ink light, and gradually expanded his figure, covering Yan Qingjiang completely. He then lightly closed his eyes in the magic circle, and no further movements were seen. Gathered a pool of clear and translucent lamp oil!

The lamp oil continued to be produced out of thin air, until the wick was more than half covered, Yan Qingjiang opened his eyes, he stared at the lamp oil for a long time, with a flick of his sleeve, he withdrew the magic circle, and with another flick of his finger, he snapped the lamp that suddenly sprang up inside the lamp. The candles were also extinguished.

The tomb fell into darkness again, but Yan Qingjiang sighed quite contentedly, and muttered to himself: "Now I won't forget it again." fell asleep.

He slept very sweetly and for a very long time. In his dream, Wen Yu was dressed in brocade and brocade clothes all his life, and stood in front of him holding the jade lantern in his hand. There was a layer of soft light all over his body, and he said softly to him: "Qingjiang, I came back."

He stared at him in a daze, didn't want to say anything, just stretched out his arms to touch his face, and said softly: "Okay."

*****

Yan Qingjiang fell into a trance and fell asleep for decades, but was disturbed by a rustling noise, he frowned and opened his eyes, all in a daze.

A ray of dazzling sky suddenly appeared above his head, and after that, soil kept falling down.

Yan Qingjiang embraced Wen Yu's sarcophagus with one hand and shielded his eyes with the other, not knowing what happened.

A moment later, another stone "ding ding dong dong" fell down, Yan Qingjiang raised his fingers and made a magic spell to call out the barrier, covering him and Wen Yu's coffin completely, and then looked up.

He was about to raise his head when he suddenly heard a loud bang, a piece of soil the size of a washbasin was completely knocked down from above, and bounced off the barrier. full of daylight.

He couldn't help squinting sideways, squinting through the barrier, and vaguely saw a head poking out of the hole!

The man looked at him from a distance with a big pie face, his expression was quite strange, his eyes rolled around, and he took a closer look at the tomb room, "Ah" let out a miserable cry, "Whoo Standing up at once, the movement was so loud that it shook off some dust again: "Ghost! Oh no! There are monsters!"

It seemed that he was not the only one up there. Hearing his shout, there was a mess immediately. Several people squeaked and yelled loudly, and their steps were chaotic. After a while, they ran away, and the surrounding area became quiet again.

Yan Qingjiang waved his sleeve expressionlessly, and filled up the fallen soil again. Just as he was about to tilt his head and continue to sleep, the soil on the top was knocked off again.

He raised his head impatiently, with a smoldering anger between his brows, he had already pinched half of the formula on his finger, and a thin female voice suddenly came from the top: "Brother...Brother..."

When Yan Qingjiang heard the word "brother", he suddenly recalled Wen Qinru, his hand slapped, his demonic energy blew out, and the ultimate move dispersed before it was assembled.

He squinted his eyes and looked up, only to see a little girl lying on her stomach at the entrance of the cave, she was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with picturesque eyebrows, apprehensive and expectant eyes.

"Brother...you...are you a ghost or a demon?"

"I'm not a ghost, nor a demon." Yan Qingjiang's voice suddenly softened three points. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and when he spoke now, he became a little hoarse. The Houwu Clan would not be bullied, but they didn't know how to live happily, as Wen Yu expected.

The little girl on the top saw that he spoke softly and was handsome, so she gradually became bolder. She smiled and said, "That brother is a devil? I saw the magic pattern on your forehead, it looks like a phoenix feather, really. nice."

Yan Qingjiang put his fingers on the center of his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said softly: "That's right."

"Yeah!" The little girl nodded in response, and then pursed her lips shyly, her eyes hesitating.

Yan Qingjiang looked up at her from bottom to top without speaking, the little girl let him watch in silence for a moment, then mustered up the courage to bite her lips lightly, and whispered like a mosquito: "Brother, I am a wild fox in this mountain. Not long ago I cultivated human form, and in a few days I will marry my lover at the bottom of the mountain. But when a girl in the world gets married, she must have relatives present. What is her name, um——Gao Tang! But I have no father, no mother, and no other fairies.. ...Just now I heard those tomb robbers in the mountains say that there are monsters here, so I thought... um..."

The more she spoke, the lower her voice was, but Yan Qingjiang didn't rush her in a good-tempered manner. He just waited for her to "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" up for a long time, and finally covered her face, closed her eyes and said loudly, "—— just thinking about it , I want to invite this monster in the tomb to pretend to be my relative for a day, and be my high hall!"

Yan Qingjiang: "..."

After she finished speaking, she blinked anxiously, and slowly opened her ten fingers covering her eyes, looking down secretly through the gap.

Yan Qingjiang's face was half hidden under his long hair, and he lowered his eyes as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he got up and put several layers of barriers on the sarcophagus in front of him, and then hid the lamp on his waist with spells , then raised his head, and said to the shy little fox who was about to marry a wife: "Okay."

*****

When Yan Qingjiang came out of the stone tomb, he saw that the mountains outside had changed their appearance. The mountains were full of lush greenery, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. It turned out that summer had arrived.

He didn't know how much cold and heat he slept in the mountains, and he didn't know which year and month of summer it was.

The little fox was jumping up and down in front of him, but he didn't understand the word "reserved" at all. He was full of joy of getting married, lively and cute.

Yan Qingjiang came down from that mountain and lived in the home of her so-called lover.

The lover is honest and honest, and he has lived on farming for generations. Hearing from the little fox, she and him are just the most common characters in the play—he saved her life when she was not transformed into a human body, so she thought To marry him to repay his wife's kindness.

At the foot of the mountain, the little fox only said that he lost his parents when he was young, and was dependent on his elder brother. He had a quarrel with his elder brother before, so he left home alone. She was almost eaten by that jackal, but it was the kind farmer who saved her. After saving her, she didn't want to leave. She also wanted to settle down in Changle.

Yan Qingjiang listened to her miscellaneous confession of those deceptive experiences one by one, but he thought that this girl was as smart and intelligent as Qin Ru, so he secretly wrote down this basket of lies, for fear that his feet would be exposed on the day of marriage, and it would be bad. her marriage.

People in the mountains don't pay much attention to that much. On the day of their wedding, Yan Qingjiang personally covered the little fox with a red hijab embroidered with lotuses, carried her from the side house to the main house, and pretended that the little fox was doing business in the south. Elder brother, sitting on a high seat with her lover's mother, received three worships from the newcomer.

On that day, many neighbors came to the village at the foot of the mountain, crowded the house, and it was quite lively. Yan Qingjiang felt in a trance that the person with the hijab under his head and calling her brother affectionately was Wen Qinru.

If Wen Yu was still there, they might still be able to send Qinru to marry with their own hands, cover her with a hijab, and carry her into a sedan chair.

After thinking about it, Yan Qingjiang thought again, he had to go to the Houwu Clan to see how Qinru was.

Even if he is a member of the Houwu tribe, his life expectancy is only more than three hundred years old. If there are a few more vicissitudes, he will not even see Qinru.

*****

Two days later, Yan Qingjiang was about to leave, the new couple stuck together like glue all day long, and he was the only one who looked at his "in-laws" silently, relatively silent, which was not very happy.

The little fox cleverly found an excuse for him, saying that the business in the south is inseparable from people, so the "in-law" packed some dry food for him and sent him out of Changle.

Yan Qingjiang went out of the city gate, avoiding her for a while, then pinched his fingers and went directly to Jiangxian Peak.

There are many flowers blooming on Changle Mountain, but there is still snow all year round on Jiangxian Peak.

He stepped on the thick snow and stood in front of the barrier, but he didn't know how to call Wen Qinru out.He can't go in now, and he doesn't know that Mo Zhongtian is still alive. If he sees the devil energy disturbing the barrier, he can guess that he is back.

Yan Qingjiang suddenly felt some "near-native feelings and timidity". He lowered his eyes and sighed, raised his hand and lightly touched the barrier in the void, and as expected, he was bounced back three steps by the invisible air wave.

He had no choice but to stand still, and just stood there with his hands behind his back and waited quietly. When someone came out of the barrier, he begged him to call Wen Qinru.

Unexpectedly, before he could get a cup of tea, the person who came out of the barrier was—Wen Qinru.

Wen Qinru is now Mo Zhongtian's age at that time, with white hair and white robe, wrinkled face, and a little stooped body, but he looks in good spirits, there is not much worry between his brows, and his eyes are peaceful.

Yan Qingjiang just stared at her blankly, and recognized her at a glance, he thought, she really hasn't suffered all these years, that's good... that's good...

"Yan——Yan Qing!" Wen Qinru cried out with a "wow". She was crying like a little girl, out of breath, so she couldn't help calling Yan Qingjiang to let Wen Yu say something. Changed the name.

"Don't...don't cry anymore." Yan Qingjiang said softly with a sore nose, "I'm here to see you."

Wen Qinru cried even more when she heard this, she rushed forward to hug Yan Qingjiang, but he sideways avoided her.

Yan Qingjiang took another step back, only to meet her crying and twitching, still looking shocked, and explained to her softly: "I have become a demon now, you...you I can't stand the demonic energy."

Wen Qinru burst into tears again.

Yan Qingjiang's words caused her to feel sad again, with an embarrassed expression on her face, he raised his hand to pat her shoulder to comfort her, but just as he raised his arm, he put it down again.

"I heard the alarm bells ringing in the clan... I knew... there was a demonic energy that disturbed the enchantment... I knew it was you who came to see me

up. Wen Qinru wept sobbingly, and said intermittently, "Why did you come so late?"This world has passed...more than two hundred years...I don't have a long life..."

Only then did Yan Qingjiang realize that it had been more than two hundred years since he woke up and fell asleep.

"I just woke up," he whispered apologetically, "I woke up and came to see you."

"You—wake up?" Wen Qinru didn't quite understand what he was talking about.

"I will bury your brother in Changle, and I will be with you all the time... um... your brother..." Yan Qingjiang's eyes suddenly dimmed, and the corners of his mouth pursed, drooping. Mou seemed afraid to look at Wen Qinru, and whispered, "Your brother is gone."

"I know," Wen Qin said with a sigh of relief, "on the day you sent me to the Houwu Clan, my brother disappeared. As soon as you left, my brother's name disappeared from the sundial."

"Really..." Yan Qingjiang murmured, "So you already knew."

"Later, Ren Canglan also came here," Wen Qinru said again, "He said that my brother is gone, and you..."

"For my brother..." She is now old and her voice is hoarse. She has been crying for a long time, and she is still a little breathless when it comes to emotion. She has imagined countless times that if Yan Qingjiang came to visit her, What should she say to him?

When Mo Zhongtian was still alive, he often told her about Yan Qingjiang, saying that he was born smart and bright. At the age of 14, his cultivation was better than all the old guys. After guarding the sacred tree for so many years, his cultivation became more and more advanced.

If he hadn't been in a hurry to go out of the valley to find Wen Yu, he would have spent all his cultivation with others without hesitation, and after he had guarded the sacred tree for another 30 to [-] years, he would have been able to directly enter the Elder Hall, practice for a while, and be able to take over the patriarch The scepter goes.

However, he only wanted to go out of the valley, and he wanted to find Wen Yu, but after looking for it, he fell into a demon again, and he was completely far away from the right way.

Wen Qinru thought at that time, how could that brother of hers stand up to Yan Qingjiang's life-sacrificing treatment?

Yan Qingjiang knew what Wen Qinru wanted to say, saw her choked up, stopped talking, and asked her softly: "How are you doing?"

Wen Qinru raised her hand to wipe away her tears, she couldn't help but nodded: "Okay."

She picked up some important things and told Yan Qingjiang that the people in the clan were warm and kind, that she married a man and had a child, and that she had never been wronged in all these years.

Yan Qingjiang heard her babbling like a family, so he looked at her, raised the corner of his mouth, and said: "That's good, I finally lived up to Wen Yu's trust."

Wen Qinru was talking happily, but when he heard his words, he paused, and then cried again.

Yan Qingjiang suddenly became at a loss, rubbing his hands, anxiously not knowing what to say.

The two of them chatted until there was a white mist in the mountains, and Yan Qingjiang urged her to go back to the valley. She was old now and couldn't bear too much cold.

Standing in front of the enchantment, Wen Qinru turned around and smiled at him in a daze: "I'm sure I won't see you next time, and I don't have much time to live."

She now understood what Yan Qingjiang meant by the word "wake up".

Yan Qingjiang frowned, and there was a deep sadness in his eyes.

"Brother is gone, Ren Canglan has gone to Yunyou, and you have to go back," Wen Qinru said softly, "Yan Qing, we have all let go, and you too...let go."

Before she finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew up in the mountains, and a flake of snow fell on Yan Qingjiang's eyelashes. With a movement of his eyes, he shook the snowflakes away. With a smile on his face, he bowed and said goodbye to her.

"Qinru, take care."

Wen Qinru paused, then sighed, and now she looked like an elderly, old lady, and tremblingly, she gave him a short blessing: "Take care."

This farewell is forever.

*****

Yan Qingjiang came down from Jiangxian Peak and returned to Changle. Everything in this world seemed to have changed, but Jiangxian Peak remained the same.

When he reached the foot of Changle Mountain, the twilight was already very thick, and his old problem of not being able to tell the direction was repeated.

When the mountain was desolate and desolate, it was full of bare branches, and he couldn't tell the difference; now it's lush and full of wild life, and he still can't tell the difference.

When he came here 200 years ago, this place looked one way, but now it looks another way. The day he went down the mountain, he was led by the little fox, but today when he returned to the mountain alone, he was trapped.

Yan Qingjiang sighed, thinking what should I do?

He thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution, so he could only hesitate and pick a road at random, and walked up the mountain as ordered - the tomb will not run away by itself, at worst, climb around the mountain and look for it carefully. find it.

Unexpectedly, he even chose the wrong mountain. Once he stepped on it, he went up to the mountain next to the tomb.

There are similarities between mountains and people in this world. Yan Qingjiang walked halfway up the mountain, but he didn't notice anything wrong, but suddenly, he vaguely discerned a trace of familiarity from the cool and comfortable mountain wind.

That is--

Yan Qingjiang's eyebrows twitched, and his heart "thumped" and jumped a few times.

He still remembered that the day when Wen Yu first arrived in the Houwu Clan, Mo Zhongtian swore that there was divine breath in him, and Yan Qingjiang personally probed his forehead, but he didn't find out the so-called divine breath.

In the future, when Yan Qingjiang lived in Wen Yu's mansion, during the day-to-day interactions, he did vaguely sense that there was a cold breath in Wen Yu's body, and there was a hint of unusualness hidden in the ordinary, which seemed to be quite different from ordinary people.

Yan Qingjiang's eyes turned red immediately, his nasal cavity was sore, and he gave a short laugh in disbelief: "Wen Yu..."

After he finished laughing, he closed his eyes and carefully distinguished in the wind. The warm and dry mountain wind gently blew on his face, and he suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly. The laughter was full of surprises. Happy, he got his wish and waited until Wen Yu came back!Wen Yu is really back!

He laughed so hard that he seemed almost unable to stand still, swaying from side to side, like a drunk teenager.

"He's really back..." Yan Qingjiang murmured to himself with tears in his eyes.

His eyes narrowed abruptly, his crazy look disappeared, he jumped up following the familiar aura, his figure flashed like a gust of wind, and disappeared in the forest.

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