Mr. Jiang is not driving today

Jiang Xun went there for seven days and seven nights.

No one knows where he is except himself.

This kind of parallel space created out of thin air has no fixed place and wanders around, and only the owner of the space can control it.If Jiang Xun successfully fuses with the soul, he will once again open up a path from the inside of the space to go where he wants to go.

As for where to go back, whether he will return to the Taoist temple where he left, it is difficult to say.

As soon as Jiang Xun left, Ying Yisheng completely lost hope of surviving.

He fell into lethargy for longer and longer, and thus became weaker and thinner day by day.

There is still the power of the soul in his body, but this power, as the fusion of the soul and Jiang Xun gradually deepens, is passing away bit by bit, just like a trickle of water, never turning back.

He could only endure bitterly, waiting for the spiritual power in his body to be exhausted, waiting for the balance in his body to be gradually broken, waiting for the blood vessels condensed into iron brazing to penetrate his flesh and blood little by little.

...waiting for the day of death.

Leren couldn't bear it, and wanted to give Ying Yisheng a good time several times, so as to teach him to suffer less unnecessary torture.

...but Ying Yisheng himself refused to agree.

He seems to be obsessed with this kind of pain from inside the body, this feeling of life being stripped from the body little by little.

... This self-loathing, self-torture, self-destruction.

Since the day Ying Yige died, Ying Yisheng has been thinking about death all the time, thinking about the ease of death and the hardship of life.

In the end, in order to live more painfully than death, he chose to live.

Only then can he pay for his sins.

It was he who did not know people and killed Yi Ge, and he had to bear this crime alive.

In the next few days, Ying Yisheng's body, which was as perfect as a gift from God, began to collapse from the inside, decaying and festering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The incense candles in the Taoist temple, which were changed three times a day, gradually couldn't cover the growing smell of pus and blood, and a strong stench continued to emanate from Ying Yisheng's body.

The swelling started from his legs and gradually spread to his body and face.Gradually, Ying Yisheng's whole body swelled up like a shiny gourd.

He fell asleep from time to time, and then woke up because of vomiting, vomited yellow and red water, and then lay back on the bed, smiling at the top of the Taoist temple with his bloodshot eyes open.

He could see Yi Ge sitting on it, beckoning to himself.

... another hallucination.

After five days passed, Ying Yisheng was no longer in human form, that soul-stirring beauty had been eroded away by death, even the brocade quilt and Huaqiu couldn't cover up the pus dripping down the bed sheet.

After asking his younger brother Le Li to inform Yu Miao of Jiang Xun's whereabouts, Le Ren took full responsibility for taking care of Ying Yisheng.Seeing Ying Yisheng's misery, he was also terrified.He had always been kind-hearted, and seeing that he was going to die, he could only try his best to forget his past behaviors and try his best to make his death less painful.

Pain-relieving decoctions are useless, even if it is the rare Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass, Ying Yisheng can't swallow it at all.Leren really couldn't bear to see him being tortured like this, so he took the risk and trekked for two days with a mortal body to gather a medicine hundreds of miles away.It is said that this medicine is decocted and applied externally to rub the body, and it has an excellent effect on treating festered limbs.

However, when Leren turned back, he saw an uproar and chaos in the Taoist temple from a distance.

Leren rushed back to the temple in a hurry, only to see a group of people gathered at the entrance of the main hall of the Taoist temple, terrified and afraid, not daring to step in.

Le Ren separated from the crowd, and was just about to enter the hall when he was startled by the bloody smell coming towards his face.

——The princess knelt on Ying Yisheng's body, held a bloody dagger in her hand, and stabbed him in the heart again.

Ying Yisheng already had seven or eight bloody wounds on his body, which were fatal.

And with the next knife, Ying Yisheng's heart was quickly broken.

This knife was actually unnecessary, because Ying Yisheng's eyes had been wide open long ago, he had lost his breath, and his arm, swollen like a carrot, slid off the edge of the bed.

There were several teardrops, large and small, on the prince's face. As she pulled out the dagger from Ying Yisheng's body again, several tears fell and splashed on Ying Yisheng's body.

Leren supported the door frame of the Taoist temple, and looked at the princess with compassion.Xu Xu's discussion came from the disciples behind him.

"Crazy." "She's crazy."

Yes, that's right, she's crazy.

The princess doesn't want to see Ying Yisheng in such a panic again, she doesn't want to see the god in her heart fall into the clouds, lingering like a wild dog about to die of illness.

So, for the first time, she disobeyed his instructions.

She stabbed her only idol to death with her own hands.

The princess drew out the knife, stabbed, drew out the knife, and stabbed again, until she lost all strength in her hand and the dagger fell to the ground, then her body softened and fell down on Ying Yisheng's corpse, burying her face in his His chest, which was already bloody and bloody, clutched the clothes on his chest.

She went from laughing in a muffled voice, to laughing uncontrollably, to crying uncontrollably.

She was finally convinced that she had no place in Ying Yisheng's heart.

From the very beginning, she had been chasing him fanatically, looking up to him, and worshiping him.

Because Ying Yisheng is the only one she understands, he is so unrestrained and free, he can do whatever he wants, without restraint, restraint or heart.

The concubine looked forward to such a person, but she was a little unconvinced.

So she wanted to see if she could change such a response.

As it turns out, she really can't.

She could neither carve out a place in his heart nor save him, and the only thing she could do was to kill him and let him retain the last trace of dignity.

...how ironic.

The pain and madness of the princess not only fell into the eyes of Leren, but also fell into the eyes of Ying Yisheng's soul who had just left her body.

However, he just looked at the princess one more time.

Immediately he turned around, intending to walk into the dazzling sunlight outside the temple, return to the Bingquan Cave in Wuxian Mountain, continue to wait there, and look for news of Yige.

However, the moment he turned around, Ying Yisheng was stunned.

... A beautiful young man was standing beside him, staring at him in a daze and weeping.

After a while, the young man opened his arms, hugged Ying Yisheng with all his strength, and called out in a low voice, "Brother, brother..."

He called loudly, dozens of times, dozens of times, as if he wanted to make up for everything that was missing in the past ten years.

Ying Yisheng maintained a frozen posture, tentatively stretched out his hand, and touched the young man's shoulder, but he touched the real spirit body.

...It's too easy to cry bitterly, but Ying Yige just wants to spend his energy on hugging his brother now.

With all his efforts and calculations, he has been following Ying Yisheng for more than ten years.

When he found himself dead, he desperately evaded the pursuit of ghosts and messengers. After going through all kinds of hardships, his frail soul returned to Wuxian Mountain.

But at that time, the elder brother had already been imprisoned by the master.

He watched the ice silkworms crawl all over his brother's body, and watched his brother stubbornly staring at his reflection in the water. He cried out in despair, wanting to hold his brother tightly so that he would not suffer less, and wanting to take those silkworms away. Extradition to himself, but he failed, failed again and again.

His spiritual body is too weak, so weak that Ying Yisheng can't even notice his existence.

When he came back to his senses, his obsession had already turned him into an earth-bound spirit that responded to the sound.

He couldn't live without Ying Yisheng, he couldn't be reincarnated, he could only watch Ying Yisheng fight against the world, watch Ying Yisheng slaughter Gongzheng's family, watch Ying Yisheng kill Awan Junior Sister, watch Watching Ying Yisheng wandering outside, watching Ying Yisheng being surrounded by five factions, watching his face in the mirror every day, watching him exhausting himself for the body of a cicada slave, watching him painstakingly looking for his non-existent Reincarnation, watching him being pierced by the "Elephant of Swallowing the Sky", watching him struggling and suffering, watching him die.

I was too weak, Ying Yisheng couldn't see me, hear me, hug me, and even at midnight, I couldn't enter his dream.

... Unless Ying Yisheng dies, he can't do anything.

He couldn't live without Ying Yisheng, he couldn't be reincarnated, at most, he could sneak into the shadow of Ying Yisheng's self-portrait in the water, silently looking at his brother's face from the water.

...Now he can finally hug his brother, the real brother.

Thousands of words pressed the base of his tongue extremely stiff, but he was genuinely happy.Even when Ying Yisheng came back to his senses, he hugged himself so hard that he wished to strangle his bones, he was willing to do so, and he fell beside Ying Yisheng's ear and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, I'm waiting for you many years."

He continued: "Brother, in the next life... let me be your elder brother. Yi Ge will love you well, take care of you, and never leave you again."

... wish fulfilled, no regrets.

The Taoist temple here is the place of immortals. A pair of souls embracing each other gradually become transparent and disappear in the air.

On the other side of the couch, the princess was still sobbing uncontrollably, so she couldn't see that Ying Yisheng let go of the palm he had been holding tightly for several days before his death.

A blood-stained, half-broken chestnut crisp rolled down from his palm as the resting soul left, rolled several times on the ground, and stopped moving.

……

Seven days have passed, and there is still no movement from Jiang Xun's side.The Yu brothers are very concerned, but Yu Miao is not in a hurry to find it, and just stays in the Fanghe Pavilion every day, closing the door.

None of the people in Dongshan knew what he was waiting for.

Just like the demons, who didn't know what their ancestors were doing, they came to a flat rock on the top of Xiyan Mountain, looking up at the sky all day long, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

A few days ago, the newly appointed Young Patriarch of the Demonic Dao also retreated to the second line because of the return of the "Swallowing Elephant", and became a subordinate of Qingguan.

He presented the investigation of the demon cultivator under him to the cliff with trepidation, and boldly said: "Ancestor, this is what you guys have found these days...all the things about Patriarch Dongshan. Please have a look at it, Ancestor."

Qingguan turned his face, that indifferent glance was like a knife blade glistening after wiping the snow, it stabbed the young Patriarch trembling, his knees went limp, and he immediately knelt down.

Only then did Qingguan take the volume of materials related to Yu Miao with one hand, but he didn't open it, he just put it beside him, his eyes turned to the sky again, and his tone was full of incomprehensible expectations from the young Patriarch: "Just let it go." Stay there. I’ll wait for Anu to come back and watch.”

The young patriarch couldn't connect this title with anyone, so he had to bravely ask: "Dare to ask the ancestor, who is 'Anu'?"

Qingguan smiled slightly: "My wife."

Young Patriarch: "..."

Qingguan's eyebrows and eyes were full of brilliance, and he ignored the surprised eyes of the ants beside him at all, and said to himself: "...he is so timid, and he has suffered so long alone. If he returns to the present world from that space, He will definitely find a place that is completely safe for him...so, he will come back to Xiyan Mountain, and come back to me."

The mountain wind blew his hair, which set off his celestial beauty as if it had the effect of seductiveness, his face was like a swan, and he was as clear as a god.

He was extremely sure: "...he will definitely come."

At this moment, Dongshan Fanghe Pavilion.

Yu Miao has been writing something at his desk. At a glance, he seems to have a bit of the elegance of a wild crane, but a closer look reveals that the paper is full of absurdity, and no one knows what he is writing.

His writing hand was trembling uncontrollably, and the words he wrote were also crooked and without aesthetic feeling.

He tried to hold his right wrist with his left hand, but he couldn't stop the symptom at all.

This was a fault that had developed during the three years of Jiang Xun's death. Whenever he thought of him, Yu Miao's mind would be frantic and trembling, and the seven days of missing him had once again brought out his fault.

Looking at the messy ink marks under the pen, Yu Miao didn't want to write any more, and threw the pen on the table.

When he turned around and was about to return to the bedroom, he saw an abnormal vortex in the void.

Before he could react, his arms sank fiercely.

Jiang Xun, who was completely naked, fell from midair and landed in his arms.

Jiang Xun didn't look any different from the past, but his whole body was burning hot.

As if afraid of light, he stretched out his bare arms, gently hooked Yu Miao's neck, and turned his body towards Yu Miao, with a warm voice, breathing on Yu Miao's cheeks: "... Ninth Brother .I'm back."

Yu Miao was just taken aback, and quickly put Jiang Xun on the couch, pulled the quilt to cover his body, then bent down, and kissed Jiang Xun's cheek and ears almost frantically.

The dense kiss pressed forward, forcing Jiang Xun to be breathless, and when he retreated a little, Jiang Xun was already dizzy from the kiss, and he was only in a daze to hold him tightly.

...I'm back...It's good to be back...

Yu Miao refused to let him go, she moved softly, tasted and kissed his lips with small sips, her voice was trembling: "Don't go again."

Jiang Xun was uncharacteristically silent, hugged Yu Miao's shoulders in silence, and continued to call hoarsely: "...Ninth Brother..."

Yu Miao sensed that something was wrong, pulled the man out of his arms, held his face, and found that his face was in a daze, then frowned suspiciously: "What's the matter? Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Jiang Xun opened his mouth, but finally fell into Yu Miao's arms without saying a word.

...he...remembered.

He remembered everything about what happened 300 years ago and what happened to officials.