Taoist rebirth reversal system

Only the spring water and the bamboo forest responded to him, other than that, there was not even a single living thing.Ji He waited on the spot for a while, then sighed noncommittally, patted his robe, and muttered: "It's up to you."

After speaking, he went back and lay down on the bed, but this time he was not as calm as last time.He scratched the wall for a while, pulled his hair for a while, and the cold night couldn't stop his evil hands. He threw the bad quilt directly under the bed. After several tossings, he finally felt sleepy. Invasion, after squinting in a daze, not very at ease, full of weird dreams.

There are everything in the dream, among which Ji Yan appears most frequently.

"What are you doing with your head down? Can I still eat you?"

Ji Yan bowed her head and said nothing.

Ji He became impatient, and picked up Ji Yan's chin with a broken fan in his hand: "Don't listen to me so soon, are you afraid that I will get angry?"

The word "angry" might have finally struck a chord in Ji Yan's heart. He trembled, slowly raised his head, and said, "Does Master hate me?"

Ji He didn't speak, just stared at his broken fan, and Ji Yan asked again: "Even if Master hates me..."

"Since I'm afraid I'll hate you." Ji He suddenly closed his fan and knocked on Ji Yan's head, "Why are you still avoiding me?"

"I......."

"What are you, why don't you hurry up and help me pick up the quilt."

At the end of the scene, Ji Yan tucked in the quilt for him, and Ji He woke up suddenly.

The quilt that was thrown on the ground earlier covered him well, and there was a hint of orchid fragrance in the bitter ink fragrance.

Ji He sniffed the smell with a straight face, finally showed a smile belatedly, lifted the quilt, got off the bed and walked out.

Outside the door, the moon is in the sky, the bamboo shadows are whirling, and the waterfall is flying by the deep pool in the distance. What is different from before is that there is a Ji Yan standing beside Tan.

Ji Yan stood under the moonlight like a coffin slab that towered above the sky. Finally, Ji He lost his patience and walked towards him, muttering in his heart: "Come and hide."

Seeing him approaching, Ji Yan froze, looking like he was about to jump backwards into the pool, but Ji He stopped him immediately: "Do you want to try jumping?"

His voice was not loud, but it sounded like thunder in Ji Yan's ears. Sure enough, he didn't dare to move immediately, and could only watch Ji He walking step by step.

"After a hundred years, you won't even be called Master?"

"...Master."

At this time, Ji He finally walked up to him, neither pounced on him according to the routine, nor punched Ji Yan according to common sense, but glanced up and down, and said casually: "I'm not fat or thin, I'm living a good life." not bad?"

Ji Yan still didn't answer, just bowed his head like a gourd with a sawed mouth, which was even worse than when he was a child.

Ji He didn't say a word and didn't force him, he just relied on Ji Yan not daring to move, and took another step forward: "If you want to hide it in the future, remember to hide the smell on your body too. I can smell the orchids every few bushes."

Ji He, who was still reticent during the day, changed his painting style as soon as he met Ji Yan. He poked Ji Yan and asked, "Did Mengyang Jun tell you?"

Ji Yan nodded.

"If you look for me, just look for me. What are you doing to toss that young man?"

Ji Yan turned her head and said, "I went...I came to find Master right away...but I didn't find anything."

Ji He remained silent——could they be found? After the golden light passed, the system was completely recycled and transformed, and there was not even a single hair left in place.

"When I came here, I saw him wandering in the wilderness, and he smelled like a master."

"After such a long time, you still remember the smell on my body?" Ji He couldn't laugh or cry, "After that, you put a curse on him, let him follow the smell into the bamboo forest subconsciously, but you just let the wolf drive him to do it What?"

Ji Yan turned his head away again, and said concisely: "Quick."

Ji He: "..."

Is it such a quick way?Want to eat him?

For hundreds of years, like the maggot of the tarsus bone, what followed Ji Yan was not only guilt, but also hatred for himself, and a variety of mixed feelings. Ji He became a forbidden place for him. Everyone knows this, and those who know it It is impossible for Quandang Jihe to be alive, and even Ji Hong turned a blind eye—in his opinion, as long as Lord Yaoguang doesn't openly confront him and start a war directly, then there is nothing to care about.

No one believed it, except Ji Yan.

Persevere for a hundred years, thousands of demons will come true in one day.He hurried there but found that another irrelevant person smelled of Ji He. During his absence, there were other people who met and got along with Ji He. Ji Yan couldn't bear the thought of this—even if he knew There is no reason for this jealousy.

Even thinking about this kind of feeling makes me a little ashamed, so Ji Yan closed his mouth again, turned his head, and didn't intend to say anything.

It's just that Ji He didn't let him go so easily this time, he took another step forward, quickly pulled Ji Yan's face with his hand, and asked in surprise, "Are you crying?"

The mist around the spring is so dense that you can feel the dampness just by standing, not to mention that Ji Yan has stood for so long, his eyelashes are covered with mist, and when he moves lightly, a drop will fall like a ball, but I don't want to be mistaken by Ji He for crying.

This realization shocked Ji He. From the past, he could not see Ji Yan being wronged, let alone now, he immediately stretched out his hand in a hurry to wipe Ji Yan, but he didn't want to be grabbed by Ji Yan.

"My dear, why don't you let me touch you, why don't you wipe yourself?"

"Never mind it."

"That won't work. Your blood and tears have the same effect on me." Ji He looked at him and smiled, "My heart aches."

Ji He seemed to have eaten up the hundred years of separation, and he was still able to flirt with Ji Yan without changing his expression.Ji Yan's breathing was stagnant, and he grabbed his hand suddenly, took a deep breath and said, "It's not worth it."

Ji He was taken aback for a moment, then frowned, and said, "It's not worth it."

"In front of Changsha Prince's Mansion, I hurt you by being obsessed with ghosts. This is one of them. For a hundred years, I knew that Ji Hong was the real murderer, and I was still by his side. He made the young emperor kowtow from the ladder and I watched him. The world will be chaotic and I will still watch from the sidelines, guarding the truth and not telling anyone, because I want everyone to taste the pain of loss. Mr. Yaoguang is not a bright moon, he is only suitable for living in the dark world of demons for thousands of years. No Loyalty and unrighteousness, something like me is not worthy of Master's sadness."

He wholeheartedly pushes himself to the bad place, whatever is not good to hear, and picks up Ji He's explosive points everywhere, except that he has patiently stayed by Ji Hong's side for a hundred years, deliberately protecting his clan, and dealing with Ji Hong. The goodwill to preserve the precarious peace with the monks seems to be deliberately finding fault.

No, it's for a beating.

Ji He narrowed his eyes and asked, "So what? Do you think I should believe it?"

"Why don't you believe me?"

"Because I told you a hundred years ago. It's good for me to believe anyone, but I don't believe in the mob and the brats who despise themselves after hearing a few words from others." As soon as he finished speaking, Ji He raised his hand and slapped him. In the past, when Ji Yan was young, he couldn't do anything, but now he has no pressure at all against someone who is taller than him, "What do you want me to say about you? You stabbed me by mistake a hundred years ago, and I hate you to the bone? Or is it the first cause of the chaos in the world?" Is it you? If you don't get comfort from others, you will be self-deprecating? If others say you are a dirty monster, you should live your life?"

"Ji Yan, you choose one yourself, and I will say whichever one you like to hear."

Before the joy of reunion had time to fascinate Ji He, he was half-deadly pissed off by this bastard's self-contempt.

"If you despise yourself, who can think highly of you? You have traveled thousands of miles in the middle of the night just to scold you?! You give me—"

The last word was originally 'get lost', but Ji He still retained a little reason under his anger, and couldn't bear to let Ji Yan get lost, so he lifted his foot and kicked him directly into the deep pool.

"Go away and calm down!"

"Hide whatever you want, you'll be there wherever the waterfall is, and come back when you figure it out!"

After all, Ji He was soft-hearted towards Ji Yan, and he calmed down a lot after kicking. When he turned around and went back to the house, he saw something dropped on the bank from the corner of his eye. He bent down to pick it up and found out that it was a fan.

"This bastard, who did he learn from? He has been fond of fanning for a hundred years." Ji He couldn't help laughing, while thinking, he closed his fan and swung back.

Ji He asked Ji Yan to calm down, and Ji Yan would never be obedient. He soaked in the cold pool for an hour before climbing ashore, and moved into Ji He's dilapidated wooden house wet.

And Ji He didn't sleep either, not only did he not sleep, but he also prepared hot water long ago, and blocked it with the only old screen that looked a bit elegant in his dilapidated house, and it was steaming—— Mr. Yaoguang Whether it will be cold or not is one thing, but whether Ji He feels distressed is another.

Seeing him coming in, Ji He didn't say much, and compared to the other side with a straight face, saying: "Wash up."

So Ji Yan went obediently.

The house was quiet, and there was the sound of Ji Yan splashing the water from time to time, all of which swayed in Ji He's heart. It was impossible for him to copy books quietly like Ji Yan used to, so he had to open the book he picked up from the shore earlier. The fan looked up.

Not to mention Mr. Ya's "Qiu Shui Renjia", Ji Yan's fan is not very special when compared with the fan of ordinary noble masters.On the contrary, the fan does not draw landscapes, nor does it draw white cranes and lonely boats, but a courtyard instead.

Ji He looked at it, and said, "Your painting on this fan is really interesting. Others are painting landscapes, and if you don't do it well, you can mention a few lines of poetry. What do you mean by putting a courtyard on it?"

There was a faint sound of water coming from the other side of the screen, and Ji Yan's voice sounded: "There are inscriptions."

where?

Ji He searched casually, and said, "Did you write the question yourself?"

"Ah."

"Is the painting also drawn by yourself?"

"Ah."

"You have learned quite a lot these days. I heard rumors that Mr. Yaoguang learned Danqing for self-cultivation and self-cultivation, just to draw a fan. I took it as a rumor."

Ji Hong understands the role of public opinion very well. There are countless rumors about Bailu Palace in the past century, most of them are praises, and a few can be summarized as lace, among them is about Mr. Yaoguang—the fan of Mr. Yaoguang.There are folk rumors that Mr. Yaoguang has studied painting for decades and painted for decades, just to paint a fan to mourn his dead wife.However, there are mostly rumors, and people think it's just a joke, like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl—after all, no one believes that Ji Yan can keep his appearance for decades.

The inscription was unremarkable, and Ji He searched for a while before finding it in the corner. It was a line of poems that looked sour--Yu Shenyan Yao Tianya Road, I began to believe that parting in the world is bitter.

"You are really...you don't write about mountains and rivers, you just pick—"

His whispering voice stopped abruptly, and Ji Yan asked from the other side of the screen: "What did Master say?"

Ji He ignored him, and flipped through the fan back and forth, wishing to engrave every place drawn on the fan into his mind.

The courtyard in the painting is quiet and beautiful under the afterglow of the setting sun, not very luxurious, with a bit of smoke and fire that people often live in. There are countless flying flowers in the courtyard. Turn around and see a flower tree.

The feelings on this fan are somewhat petty, neither magnificent nor magnificent, but Ji He feels that this petty air is also heavy, and even unbearable for a while.

Looking at Ji Yan's silhouette projected on the screen, he asked in a deep voice, "Where did you draw it?"

"...The house."

"where is it?"

"The junction of Xiaoxiang and Jiangnan."

"How long has it been repaired?"

"......Can not remember."

I really can't remember clearly, every plant and tree in that house was planted by Ji Yan himself, every table and chair was placed by Ji Yan himself, where, how and what to put, all according to Ji He's habit Come.Ji He is not the only one who never lies to his lover, and Ji Yan never forgets every wish of Ji He.

For a hundred years, Ji Yan has relied on this to deepen his sense of guilt and remorse.

Ji He shook the screen by himself in a daze, looked at Ji Yan, and asked softly: "How do you know I didn't just say it casually? What if I just want to go back to Tianqing Mountain?"

At this time, Lord Yaoguang, who is good at coaxing people, could not utter a thousand words, he seemed a little at a loss, and said, "Then go back to Tianqing Mountain."

"That house wasted a lot of your hard work, don't you want it?"

"No."

"Then what do you want?"

There was wind blowing through the bamboo forest outside the window, and a faint 'rustling' sound came into the room. It took a long time before Ji He heard Ji Yan's answer.

"you."

This may be the first time in Ji He's life that he has experienced the feeling of being held in the palm of his hand. His eyes turned red, and he couldn't hold back the tears that rolled down his face.Under Ji Yan's surprised eyes, he jumped into the bathtub, took advantage of his surprise and kissed him, provocatively.

Just a kiss, he held Ji Yan's face, smiled and asked: "You made your master cry, why don't you clean him up, what are you doing?"

Ji Yan was taken aback for a moment, then leaned forward and carefully licked off the water stains on Ji He's face.

"The clothes are all wet."

Ji Yan heard that he wanted to take him out, but Ji He pressed his hand angrily, and said, "What are you doing taking him out, take it off."