Jia Mo

Qi Yin carried Fulan back to the house, Master Cat had wandered somewhere, and the house was empty.Qi Yin helped him take off his jacket and wrapped him in a quilt.Fu Lan was tired, she leaned back on the pillow and closed her eyes.Qi Yin guessed that he was very tired, so he turned around and put down the gauze curtain, the gloomy sky came in, and the whole room was covered with a layer of severe frost.Qi Yin said softly: "Brother, you rest first, I'll go see my little uncle."

Fu Lan lay on her side and looked at him, frowning and asked: "Xiao Yin, will you still be my bride?"

Why does his brother still remember this?Qi Yin felt a headache.Fu Lan has a solid heart, and he believes whatever he says.Looking at his focused big black pupils, Qi Yin felt guilty.Sitting on the edge of the bed and deliberating for a while, Qi Yin said: "We can't get married, brother, we are both men, men and men can't be together."

Fu Lan thought for a while, then lowered her head and took out a dagger from the Qiankun bag, and handed it to Qi Yin.

Qi Yin took the dagger, and asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"Casting." Fu Lan said, "then you can get married."

"..." Qi Yin asked incredulously, "Brother, are you serious?"

Fu Lan stared blankly at him.

"Why don't you eunuch yourself?"

Fu Lan remained silent.

Oh, and he'll grow back.Qi Yin was speechless immediately, if he wanted to get married, he really had to eunuch himself.No, what happened to his brother?This person looks dull, and sometimes he is quite clever, but this cleverness is not used in the right place.Qi Yin laughed angrily, and said, "Brother, you can't do this!"

Fu Lan lowered her eyes, with a dejected look on her face, she burrowed into the bed and did not speak.The heavy quilt hugged his pale cheeks, like a pissed off daughter-in-law.He said sullenly: "It's wrong to lie to people."

Qi Yin was helpless, and said: "Brother, let me tell you this, it's not impossible to break your sleeves, but the key is to like each other to get married. I told you last time, your love for me is brother's love , You can't be a husband and wife like this."

The person in front of him frowned ignorantly, probably thinking about his words.Qi Yin waited for him patiently. After waiting for a while, he saw him stand up and the quilt slipped off his shoulders.In a room with dim skylight, under the low curtain, Fu Lan leaned over, pressed the back of Qi Yin's head with one hand, and kissed Qi Yin's lips.

The rustling wind outside the window stopped, and the rustling leaves stopped.Everything was gone, and the mottled tree shadows reflected through the window lattice, and shone on the two people, casting a light and darkness.

His heart was beating fast, and the blood rushed straight to his face, which was so hot that he could fry an egg on it.Qi Yin subconsciously wanted to back up, but Fu Lan wouldn't let him move, this guy's hand was so strong that he couldn't move an inch even if he pressed his head.Lips pressed against lips, hot as if they were about to burn.Qi Yin felt Fulan's breath, Fulan's smell, everything about Fulan.

After a long while, the guy finally let go of Qi Yin.Qi Yin panted heavily, covered her mouth and said, "Brother, what are you doing!"

Fu Lan lowered her head to caress her heart, and said in doubt: "There is still no thumping."

"I just said it, you don't like me!" Qi Yin shouted.Feeling lost for no reason, Qi Yin was anxious and angry, and almost wanted to leave.

"But..." Fu Lan stretched out her hand and put it on Qi Yin's chest, the heart in her chest was beating thumping, as if being held in his palm, "You beat so fast. Do you like me? Little hidden."

Qi Yin was stunned, like a child who was discovered by an adult to hide candy, the curtain of secrets was untied, and the whole thing was covered at once.My mind went blank like a fire.He couldn't understand what he was saying, and his tongue was tied up, "I, I, I, I..."

"Xiao Yin likes me, why doesn't she marry?" Fu Lan asked reluctantly.

Marry a fart!Qi Yin wanted to cry but had no tears, she scratched her hair vigorously, and finally calmed down and thought.Fu Lan is such a fool, she doesn't understand what marriage means.He thought it was taking care of a baby and raising a younger brother, but it's not the same at all!Qi Yin took a deep breath and said after deliberation: "Brother, you don't understand! Marriage means that from now on, we will lie in the same bed alive and sleep in a coffin when we die. Marriage means that you will like me, love me, and protect me for the rest of your life. I."

Fu Lan opened her eyes wide and said, "I know."

"You don't know!" Qi Yin continued, "Getting married means that one day you fall in love with someone else, and we will no longer be husband and wife, no longer brothers, and we will become enemies. From that day until my death , we are all enemies." Qi Yin looked at him steadily, "I know that some people can still be calm after they get divorced, and they are happy with each other. When they meet, they can still pretend to say hello and chat. But I'm different, brother, I'm a small-minded person, and I will hate you. If we are separated, we will be enemies for life, do you understand? Brother."

Fu Lan was stunned, and asked in a daze: "Will we fight?"

"Maybe," Qi Yin looked down at his fingers, "but if you are my elder brother and you have a wife in the future, you and your sister-in-law will be my relatives, and the children you give birth to will also be my relatives. I will bless you , take care of you, send wine and meat to you every year and festival, and buy sugar cakes and pastries for my little nephew."

"But I won't..."

"Don't say no," Qi Yin interrupted him, and said in a low voice, "Brother, you don't love me, it's not the love of husband and wife, it's not the kind of love between fish and water. One day in the future, you will meet someone you love You will understand that liking a woman is different from liking a younger brother, and you will understand what that kind of liking feels like. At that time, you will regret it, and regret that you have married me for no reason."

Fu Lan fell silent, and the room fell into a long silence.The two sat opposite each other, not speaking.The overcast sky is like a thin sheet of water in the house, everything is hazy, and the shadows of the trees tremble on the knees.Qi Yin was very frustrated, the secret was revealed, he felt insecure as if his underwear had been taken off.

At this moment, there was the sound of the door mortar turning, and Yun Zhi Huo Liao hurried in.Didn't this guy go to guard Qi Lingshu?Why are you here again?Just as he was wondering, he pressed the center of his brows and said, "Now Qinghe Shishu can clear up the suspicion ten to ten."

"What's wrong?" Qi Yin saw that his expression was not very good.

Yun Zhi sat on the twig with his face buried in his hands.He has always looked cynical, but now he rarely shows a tired look.He said, "Master is gone."

"No more?" Qi Yin didn't understand.

"It's just dead, Hei Zai," Yun knew, "Qing He Shishu passed away."

He walked out of the courtyard with his sleeves in his hands and walked towards Meng Qinghe's residence.Fu Lan originally wanted to follow, but Qi Yin saw that he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyelids, so he forced him back.Anyway, everyone was here, and Wu Yuli would not pick this time if he wanted to kidnap someone.Meng Qinghe originally lived in the Ziji Sutra Library, but was injured and moved to the nearby Mingyue Xiaozhu.As soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of crying, Qi Yin stepped on the threshold, and the disciples of Feng Huan Shan Sang brand all knelt on the ground, weeping sadly.Meng Qinghe was wearing a big cloak, sitting cross-legged behind the small red lacquered case, with his head down, as if he was asleep.The table is full of scriptures, and a book is spread out in front of it, and the annotations on it are still fresh.

Yun Zhi walked over, knelt on the mat, stacked the scrolls on the case together, and put them into the bookcase.

"Sang Ruo was the first to find out. She came to deliver breakfast, but there was no answer when she knocked on the door. As soon as she came in, the uncle was gone." Yun Zhi took the brush out of Meng Qinghe's hand, "He has always been weak, and he has been released from prison. It gets worse and worse when you come out, and you always cough up blood. It looks like he ascended to immortality while reading a book and took a nap, and he walked away peacefully."

Qi Yin was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.At this juncture, it is futile to say words of comfort.

Yun Zhi was also silent, and it took a long while before he spoke, "Hei Zai, what do you think is wrong? Uncle Qi left for a while, and Uncle Qinghe for a while, and I couldn't even wear my mother's sackcloth and filial piety. The little uncle is about to disappear, and the uncles of Zhonggu Kunlun said that he can't last tonight. I always know that God doesn't open his eyes, but who knows that he never has eyes at all. Uncle Qinghe is so kind, gentle and gentle , never said serious words. I have grown up, and I have never seen him lose his temper. "

The disciples of Feng Huanshan knelt on the ground and cried, the sky was gloomy, sweet-scented osmanthus was lit on the ebony table, the cool smell settled down, and the room was foggy.Qi Yin and Yun Zhi put Meng Qinghe on the bed together. His joints were already stiff and his skin was as pale as wax.Qi Yin forced him to flatten him, let him lie on his back, and put his white cloth over his head, covering his peaceful face.

This is a man as clean as Artemisia, even when he is asleep, there seems to be a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.Human life is like morning dew, in the blink of an eye, inadvertently, it is gone when it is gone.

"My condolences." Qi Yin patted Yun Zhi on the shoulder and said, "Where are Master and Uncle Qingming?"

"They went down the mountain to buy a coffin." Yunzhi sighed, "They said they had to buy a golden nanmu one, even if they lost their fortune. When the coffin comes up, we'll return it to Fenghuang."

Qi Yin nodded vigorously and said, "Hui Feng Huan."

The two of them went to another small building to see Qi Lingshu. He was still in a coma, his breath getting weaker and weaker.Yun Zhi stayed behind, sitting on the edge of the bed and guarding him.Qi Lingshu's master is gone, and he has no relatives or brothers, and he is alone, so Yunzhi can only send him off.Qi Yin was so bored that he felt as if he had swallowed a pot. He couldn't bear to see Qi Lingshu, who was flying in the sky with his sword, lingering on his last breath, so he went back to pick up Meng Qinghe's belongings.His uncle's belongings are very simple, a Yaoqin, a few boxes of books, and a box of clothes are gone.There were still a few boxes of spices left, his uncle lived a fine life, and only wore his clothes after they were scented.Qi Yin picked it up and looked at it, all of them were high-quality sweet-scented osmanthus, very precious, Qinghe Shishu is probably the richest master in Fenghuanshan.

It was getting dark and the light was dimming.The silk gauze hangs low, and there are many shadows in the room.Pick up Meng Qinghe's calligraphy and painting, open it and see, this painting is very freehand, the vast landscape, there is a white figure in the smoke and ink bamboo forest.Qi Yin didn't have much cultivation in painting and calligraphy, but felt that the white shadow was like a ghost, floating erratically.After looking at several pictures, all of them are drawn in the same shadow.Uncle Qinghe has a very curious hobby. He likes to draw ghosts.However, the places where the ghosts appear are different, some are towering black mountains, and silver waterfalls cascade down, cascading down.Some are in the dark green bamboo forest, misty and misty, and tall bamboo buildings can be seen indistinctly, standing scattered in the distance.

His eyes were sore, he raised his head, and the brothers and sisters were cleaning the yard outside.Qi Yin lowered his head and continued to turn, this time the background changed again, it was a majestic ancient temple with huge marble square columns supporting the towering eaves.Inky vines wrap around the mottled stone walls of the temple and climb up to the highest-end disc stone statue.The gigantic disk was encased in a layer of misty mist, like a full moon in the sky.There was a small shadow standing on the top of the disc, Qi Yin stared carefully with wide eyes, and vaguely recognized a familiar outline.

a deer.

With a buzzing sound in his head, Qi Yin suddenly understood, this motherfucker couldn't be the White Deer, could it?

The home of the white deer is in the sky of the moon. In the petroglyphs in the tomb of the gods, the witch descends to meet the gods, and the white deer comes down from the moon.The shamans in southern Xinjiang worship the white deer, and they must also worship the moon.Does the disc at the top of the temple symbolize the moon?So this temple... Could it be the Bashan Temple?

He looked back at those white-clothed ghosts, those were not ghosts, they were white deer, human-shaped white deer!

Her heart trembled, and there was a burst of frost on Qi Yin's back.Why is there a Bashan Temple and a white deer in the paintings of Uncle Qinghe?He thought of the black cat's guess, but it's impossible, Meng Qinghe grew up in Changzhou Mansion, how could he be Wu Yuli?This painting may not be drawn by him, the uncle is well-read and knowledgeable, maybe he discovered the ancient painting somewhere.Qi Yin comforted herself, suddenly, a faint fragrance wafted over, it was gentle and lingering, reminiscent of the eyes of a beauty, and when she turned away, it was silent.

Qi Yin swallowed, he remembered this fragrance, purple mandala, the fragrance of criminals.

Slowly turning his face a few inches, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that the osmanthus incense on the ebony high table had been burned out.No wonder the incense is used, it turns out to cover up the smell of purple mandala.Qi Yin wanted to cry but had no tears, he thought he was really unlucky, the more he didn't want to do anything, the more he wanted to do something.

He didn't dare to look back, but only looked at the bronze mirror on the front cabinet.Huang Chengcheng's blurry shadow on the mirror surface, the man's body got up at some point, sitting not far behind Qi Yin, caged behind layers of curtains.

Your uncle, the beauty cheated the corpse.

Being in the same room with a wizard who cheated on the corpse, Qi Yin's heart was extremely cold, the back of his neck was cold and dark, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters from the back of his neck.The corpse drooped its head and might not have spotted him yet.He quietly put down the scroll, bent down, and stepped back step by step, trying to exit the room.There was something wrong with this place, it was quiet all around, and there were no voices from outside, and he could only hear his own slight panting.

If you can't see it, you can't see it, and if you can't see it, there is no ghost.Qi Yin hypnotized herself.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the threshold, Qi Yin tiptoed and turned around the landscape woodcarving painting screen.

A low chuckle suddenly sounded, Qi Yin paused and shivered.

He heard a deep voice close to his ear, as if someone was whispering in his ear.

"I see you, boy."

"Gui Mei!" Qi Yin hissed and roared, and the Gui Mei sword came out in response, sticking to his head and stabbing behind him.There was a crackling sound behind it, as if the museum shelf had been smashed.With narrow eyes, I saw the corpse raised its head, and its pale and beautiful face was shrouded in a deep shadow.Qi Yin's scalp was numb, and he ran away without looking back.