Candle [Rebirth]

Gu Ling held Xiao Ning in his left hand and Ran Yu in his right hand. He was very sad in his heart. He looked angrily at Zhou Ziheng who was dressed in white clothes next to him, and thought in his heart, why is he so at ease when he went down the mountain together to get rid of evil? , but I want to look after the child bitterly?

Having said that, Gu Ling still touched Xiao Ning's head with his hand, and said worriedly: "Senior Brother Yu... When will this child wake up?"

Yu Yishan casually played with the sword in his hand, Chu Kuang was originally a famous sword, but he was fiddled with like a dog stick in his hand: "Don't worry, the child is dizzy with blood, and he will wake up after a while. .”

The boy sitting on the tree finally opened his mouth, his eyes were wide open, his gaze was ethereal, but not vicious, and he said to Zhou Ziheng, "You are so powerful, you can beat him..."

"Brother, who are you and what is your name? Why are you here?" Yu Yishan put his hand on Zhou Ziheng's shoulder and asked with raised eyebrows. Zhou Ziheng frowned, but he didn't break free.

"Who am I?" The boy repeated unconsciously, and said uncertainly, "My name is... Zhaowu, why are you here..."

He seemed very puzzled, and repeated in a low voice: "Why am I here?"

Yu Yishan was a little surprised, and tilted his head to look at Zhou Ziheng. Zhou Ziheng's eyes tightened, and he said in a deep voice, "His consciousness has been sealed, and he will only recover a little bit of sanity at a fixed time."

Gu Ling hugged the two children, sat on the ground, and interjected, "According to this, the crying heard by the people of Xiahe Town was when he regained his sanity..."

"I've seen you," Zhao Wu interrupted him suddenly, he stared straight at Gu Ling, a happy smile burst out from the corner of his mouth, "You and the younger brother in your arms followed me to the well, Then you were taken away by him."

Gu Ling was horrified when he heard that, and he tried to ask: "He... who is he?"

"It's him," Zhao Wu replied suspiciously, "Didn't you fight him before?"

"That won't work," Zhou Ziheng looked up at the sky, the dark clouds were billowing, and the moon, which had just revealed a little figure just now, had disappeared at this moment, "I guess he will regain his sanity on a moonlit night, but there is no moon tonight, if you want to ask ...Yishan, come and help me!"

"Okay." Yu Yishan laughed when he heard the words, stretched his waist, and asked like a dog's leg, "What service do you need, young master, squeeze your shoulders and back, or do you want something else?"

Zhou Ziheng is also used to him rambling, so he only silently steered his sword upwards. Under his guidance, Tongfeng gradually rose to a level with Zhao Wu: "If the sword spirit sees a three-zhang ghost, let me ask the sky and I will answer— —”

Yu Yishan coaxed from the side: "Brother, don't be afraid. Although your elder brother looks fierce, he doesn't mean anything malicious. Listen to him and we will save you.

"Your Majesty—"

"Your Word—"

Zhao Wu didn't resist, as if his mind had been drawn by the sword, his dazed expression gradually cleared up, and something seemed to have been injected into his godless pupils, with surging lights vying to occupy the position.

Zhou Ziheng is two years older than Gu Ling, he has already been crowned at this moment, and has also obtained the soul-calling technique passed down by his master.Gu Ling stared at him intently, and couldn't help admiring in his heart.

Eldest brother is indeed powerful, the art of summoning souls, the method of attracting souls, since he learned it, he has used it very smoothly. After they became crowned and practiced this technique, none of them can use it better than elder brother.No wonder, at the sword test meeting many years ago, the elder brother was praised by the elders of the cultivation world as "youth is successful".

but……

Gu Ling's heart skipped a beat suddenly, what flooded into his mind was the past life, the death of the elder brother.

He still remembered that it was spring, the year before Xiao Ning became weak, Zhou Ziheng was accused by three hundred disciples on Mount Sui for stealing the forbidden book from the secret door of Guiyuan Pavilion, practicing dark arts privately, and accidentally injured ten fellow teachers Brother, even killed his third junior brother who had been ill in bed.With all the witnesses and material evidence, Zhou Ziheng was taken to the cloud palace on the top of the mountain for trial. Nine hundred and ninety-nine evil arrows pierced his heart and died.

Master was heartbroken and couldn't be saved. He was sad and angry, and he became ill for half a year.He still remembered that when the master just recovered, he asked him to go to the room, stroked his hand and sighed, people are most afraid of going the wrong way, if one step is careless, they will be doomed.

It's a pity... He, senior brother, and Xiao Ning still took the wrong path after all, and jumped into the abyss without looking back.

He has always been unable to understand, the eldest brother is almost like a banished immortal, with a clean family background, no desires, no desires, and a natural righteousness in his sleeves, why did he practice the dark art of hurting others and himself?

Master explained that it is desire and inner demon.

In his previous life, he didn't notice it, and he didn't find the final reason. Since the gods allowed him to do it all over again, it can be regarded as doing a few more good deeds. follow suit.

Here Zhou Ziheng didn't know what Gu Ling was thinking at all. He concentrated on controlling the sword, tapped lightly on Tongfeng three times, and his tone suddenly became very soft: "Who is the king?"

The white light illuminated Zhaowu's face, and seemed to have awakened some of his sanity. He quickly replied: "Zhaowu... a person from Xiahe Town, I don't know where he came from."

"Why did you die?"

"For..." A trace of tangled and complicated emotions flashed across Zhao Wu's face. After struggling for a long time, he finally replied, "For...for love."

Xiao Ning let out a muffled snort in Gu Ling's arms, and Gu Ling hurriedly lowered his head to look, only to see that he had already opened those beautiful eyes full of water vapor, and he called out in a daze, "Senior brother..."

"Xiao Jiu, are you better?" Gu Ling asked repeatedly, but Xiao Ning nodded, quietly nestled in his arms, and said nothing more.

Yu Yishan was quite surprised. He patted Zhou Ziheng on the shoulder, summoned Chu Kuang, and said softly, "Chu Kuang, go."

Chu Kuang is not at all like Yu Yishan, the master, he does not have a showy appearance, and the sword body is simple and quiet, like a deep pool.It went up with the wind, landed lightly in Zhaowu's hand, and carefully drew a stroke on his palm. It wouldn't bleed, but at that moment, a strong air flow swept over, instantly enveloping Zhaowu's whole body.

"what!"

He let out a cry of surprise, sat on the branch and lowered his head, without saying a word, Gu Ling listened with bated breath, but suddenly heard Zhao Wu humming a song softly in the night wind.

"The Zhiqing came from the end of the world, with bright eyes and good looks, singing all the flowers in Chang'an. The cardamom branch listened to the laughter, and she was ashamed and refused to answer."

"..."

"On the second day of February, the color is beautiful, and the flowers are swimming together, but the new tea is cold. The lonely soul returns to its hometown from now on, and the young man should not leave the flying crow."

The sky seemed to be torn open from one place by someone, and in an instant it changed from pitch black, starless and moonless to bright moonlight, clear clouds and light wind. Xiao Ning straightened up from Gu Ling's arms a little unaccustomed, Softly said: "This is..."

"Senior brother's technique of returning souls to return love," Gu Ling replied. He looked up at the tree, and the pale boy had disappeared. Thousands of people at the meeting weaved an illusion. Just now he attracted the soul of that young man, and now he should have captured a memory in his heart."

"So..." Xiao Ning was sitting on the ground, still a little weak, he stretched out his hand to press his chest, suddenly he heard someone humming a little tune, coming happily from a distance.

At some point behind him, a temple appeared, with new paint and a strong smell.The temple is often built in villages and towns, and it is not gorgeous. There are only many flowers roughly painted with oil paint on the doors and windows. The candlelight flickers behind the window paper, and it looks very warm.

Gu Ling looked at Zhou Ziheng, Zhou Ziheng was still standing there, and reached out his hand to make a silent gesture to him: "Stay where you are and don't move, just watch."

The person humming a ditty suddenly appeared in everyone's field of vision, that is, the pale young man Zhao Wu just now, but now he has a lively expression and high spirits, looking like he has just grown up.Wearing a brocade gown, her hair was tied up high, and she held a folding fan in her hand. Her eyes were as bright as stars, and those eyes were still slightly blue.

The flower business in Xiahe was prosperous back then, and caravans from the past often came here to buy and sell flower seeds. Zhao Wu was a little baby left behind by a certain caravan for no reason.It just so happened that a wealthy family in the town had no children, so they adopted the poor child and raised him as their own child until now.

Since selling flowers and plants in Xiahe, the townspeople have become more familiar with foreign affairs and the benefits of reading, so the wealthy households paid for private schools, and every family sent their children to study.Zhao Wu was born handsome, and he was the king of children since he was a child. When he grew up, he was quite good at poetry and books. He looked like a piece of imperial examination material, which made the rich people very happy.

At a youthful age, with many book friends around him, Zhao Wu often invites book friends and drinking friends to get together.This day happened to be the second day of February. During the day, a grand ceremony was held in the town to sacrifice to the Flower Goddess. Zhao Wu and a few book friends also took this opportunity to recite poems against each other. When the wine was full, a friend laughed and asked: "Xiao Wu's first-hand love poems are beautifully written, but I don't know, is there a woman who is happy?"

There are only a few girls in the town, although they look good, but they can't even read a few words, how can they talk to him?Zhao Wu held the wine glass and waved his hands again and again: "It's rare to find a beautiful woman, it's rare to find a beautiful woman, come on, drink—"

The friend didn't mention it any more, but said happily: "Why don't we come to carry out the wine order? The person who drinks the most will go to the Temple of the Flower Goddess tonight and devote himself to begging for marriage for us—even though the Flower Goddess Regardless of the marriage, but there are hundreds of flowers under my hand, so what if we share one or two of them?"

"It's so nice—"

Zhao Wu was absent-minded and dazed for some reason, and became the last person to go to the Temple of Flowers.But he didn't mind, he was even very happy, and came alone with a fan and humming a little song.

As soon as he entered the Flower God Temple, Zhao Wu sat down on the futon in front of the statue of the Flower Goddess. His eyes, which had been a little blurred due to drunkenness just now, suddenly became clear. He opened the folding fan with a "snap", and smiled brightly. road.

"Flower Goddess, I actually did it on purpose—"

"A few days ago, I had a dream—"