The Devil and the Flower

Feng Yueci got up with his qin and walked towards the river ahead.

Lin Yanlan and Li Mianxi stopped him from left to right, and said in unison: "You can't go!"

There was an invisible barrier like water waves in front of him, Feng Yueci didn't stop, his figure teleported like a phantom, passed the two of them in a blink of an eye, and walked straight over.

Green shirt and white clothes, black hair like ink.

There were no living flowers blooming under his feet, and he walked at a leisurely pace, as if he was going to a feast, with a calm and elegant posture.

Lin Yanlan and Li Mianxi looked at each other, and they both saw each other's anxious and worried faces.

Jiang Huan stretched out his hand to touch the barrier, who knew that he penetrated through it and returned to the original place, and couldn't help saying "Huh".

Yin Mo said: "I've said it before, unless you reach the realm of 'emperor' in the past, no living person can set foot on the River of Forgetfulness."

"It seems to be close at hand, but it is far away in the sky. It is indeed a wonderful place." Jiang Huan looked at Feng Yueci, raised his eyebrows slightly: "But I am more curious, what is resurrection from death?"

Yin Demon said: "Once a mortal dies, a hundred people die. As long as the mind and soul of our generation remain alive and there are thousands of methods of resurrection, it is not real death. It is just a different way of life. Only him, whose soul was scattered in the world seven years ago , returned to the body again, and came alive.”

Jiang Huan asked, "Then is he alive or dead?"

Yin Mo smiled and said: "Naturally, he is a living person, but it is unclear how long he can live."

Li Mianxi said angrily: "You are not allowed to curse the Taoist Lord! The Taoist Lord will have a long life!"

Lin Yanlan pursed her lips, her gentle face was solemn.

Jiang Huan was not surprised, because from the first time he saw Feng Yueci, he could tell that this person had stepped into the gate of hell with one foot.It's just that the soul will not disperse, maybe it can live in such a sickly state, maybe it will die tomorrow.

The matter of fate is indeed unclear.

In the world of reincarnation, Jiang Huan was the first to look down on life and death, and the number of souls who died under the sword was unknown, and he never thought that one day he would have troubles in his heart.

He held the knife and tilted his head, looking at the figure in front of him by the river, he couldn't help but think, if Feng Yueci hadn't shattered his soul back then, had grown up in the academy well, and was the most beautiful and talented in the world, what kind of demeanor he would be now ?

The water in Wangchuan is cold, soothes the soul.

Feng Yueci had just approached, his eyebrows and eyes were already covered with a layer of frost, without hesitation, he stepped into the water with both feet, and then sat on the ground with the piano on his lap.

Blood welled up his throat, making him pause.

Jiang Huan frowned and said, "Is he all right?"

Lin Yanlan poked her head forward, tightly clutching her sleeves: "How can it be okay if you are good at using your spiritual power? Daojun is good at everything, except for one thing, as long as he decides, others can't persuade him no matter what."

Although Li Mianxi is also anxious, he is more trusting: "The Taoist always makes sense in doing things. The principal said, don't look at the appearance of the Taoist, in fact, there is something in his heart."

Lin Yanlan sighed.

Jiang Huan said: "What is the universe? I think he thinks his life is too long!"

The little green cow gasped and kicked him from behind.

Jiang Huan tilted his head: "Are you fat?"

The little green cow ran away with a hoof, coaxing very simply.

The sound of Lingling's zither sounds, rising like clouds and flying like snow.Maybe because of the space, the sound of the piano is a little distorted, with a bit more ethereal and ethereal feeling.

Li Mianxi rubbed her eyes, and said blankly: "The sound of this piano is very moving, but for some reason, the more I listen to it, the more sleepy I feel..."

Lin Yanlan raised his hand and gave him a sobering needle, and said helplessly, "This is a requiem tune, played for the dead or spirits! Mr. Li, calm down, don't follow the sound of the piano."

As she said that, she looked at Jiang Huan and saw that he was listening intently but was not affected. She couldn't help being slightly surprised and said, "Young Master Jiang knows the rhythm?"

Jiang Huan said: "To be honest, I don't know anything. But if you listen too much, you can tell the difference."

The tone follows the person, the player is pure in nature, innocent in thinking, and has no intention of hurting others. Naturally, it is a rare elegant tune.

On the bank of the river, red flowers all over the ground fluttered without wind, swaying and flying around Feng Yueci.Suddenly, the sound of the zither was loud, and white spots of light floated out of the countless stamens, like dim stars.

When the light spots fell, they turned into a series of empty figures, men, women, old and young, looking around in silence.

Li Mianxi pointed with trembling fingertips: "They! They are all Huadu people! The two in front are Uncle Zhang who runs a medical clinic and his daughter Zhang Duoduo! And Grandma Wang who sells sesame cakes !"

Jiang Huan said: "It seems that Ji Shiyan used the power of the demon king's token to slaughter the whole city, and at the same time sealed up some of their remnant souls without really dissipating."

Lin Yanlan: "Then these lifeless flowers are just..."

Jiang Huan nodded and said, "The token of the devil king——Four Seasons Corolla."

Forget the turbidity of the river, it is hard to return if you are lost.

Feng Yueci raised his eyes and said softly, "It's time to wake up."

The sound of the piano turned low, the red clothes floated in the water, and Ji Shiyan fell asleep.All the dim shadows on the shore lighted up in an instant, they made a concerted movement, and at the same time stretched out their hands towards her, as if they wanted to pull her out of the water together.

There was no sound, but that strong idea almost penetrated time and space, resounding together with the shout thousands of years ago.

— Miss!

Li Mianxi held his breath, an unspeakable shock rose in his heart.

A tear fell from the corner of the figure's eye in the water, clear and transparent, washing away the filth from his body.

She opened her eyes and sobbed uncontrollably: "It's me who hurt you! It's me..."

The light and shadow fade away, turning into light spots and scattered in the river of forgetfulness.

Feng Yue resigned: "The remnant soul also has a spirit, and only when there is no resentment or hatred in my heart will I help you."

Ji Shiyan wept bitterly, stood up staggeringly for a while, and bowed down on the river: "Thank you, Taoist Lord."

The sound of the piano became softer and longer, and Feng Yueci uttered in the lingering sound: "Go back. You are not Ji Shiyan in Huadu, but Ji Shiyan in Yindu."

The red shadow blurred away along with the water of the Wangchuan River, no flowers fell, and the sound of the zither stopped.

Yaoqin turned into a bell and fell to the ground, Feng Yueci supported the ground with one hand, spit out a big mouthful of blood in an instant, and fell to the side.

"Dao Monarch!" Li Mianxi and Lin Yanlan rushed over, but a figure passed them faster and caught Feng Yueci.

Jiang Huan felt that the person in his arms was too light, almost weightless, so he couldn't help frowning: "I just said that he thinks his life is too long! Miss Lin, take a quick look!"

Needless to say, Lin Yanlan immediately touched his pulse, raised the silver needle and dropped it: "Dao Jun, I have offended you!"

Li Mianxi was anxious to death: "Miss Lin, how are you doing?"

Lin Yanlan looked solemn, and before she could answer, she quickly dropped the needle to perform the operation, and a fine layer of sweat soon appeared on her forehead.

Feng Yueci closed his eyes, drowsy, his body trembled, and spit out another mouthful of blood, which splashed on Jiang Huan's body.

Jiang Huan touched Feng Yueci's wrist, this time there was no clothes to block him, he felt that the hand was cold and cold, but it was smooth and smooth, his heart swayed, he quickly calmed down and put aside distracting thoughts, saying: "Why is he so cold on his body? ?”

"Since waking up seven years ago, Daojun's body is as cold as ice... Sometimes I really admire Daojun, who suffers unimaginable pain every day, but people can't see it at all."

Lin Yanlan's tone was grim, she put away the silver needle, and seeing that Feng Yueci's face was stained with blood, she took out a handkerchief to wipe it clean for him first.

"I'll do it." Without knowing what to think, Jiang Huan pulled the veil over.

Lin Yanlan glanced at him.

Jiang Huan: "...cough, I mean whether a man or a woman can kiss each other."

"Parents of doctors don't like this kind of stuff," Lin Yanlan shook her head, but didn't bother with him, and said softly, "I heard that Mr. Jiang once sent spiritual power to Daojun, can you try again?"

The arms of the man in his arms were drooping, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was white and flawless, and the blood stains were particularly dazzling.

Jiang Huan was used to beating and killing with rough hands and feet in the past, so he wiped it with almost the lightest force.

Then he transmitted the spiritual power according to Feng Yueci's wrist, and said: "I have nothing, I'm just afraid that he won't be able to bear it."

Lin Yanlan observed it, and breathed a sigh of relief: "The Daoist Lord has a special constitution and will reject our spiritual power, but I didn't expect to be destined for you. Mr. Jiang, I will trouble you in the next few days."

"Okay." Jiang Huan responded immediately, seeing that the person in his arms hadn't woken up, he put away the long knife and picked him up directly, "He needs to rest, let's leave here first."

Lin Yanlan was startled when she saw this, but she heard Li Mianxi say: "Look!"

The surrounding environment changed instantly, as if the vortex shrank, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. When they came back to their senses, they were already on the familiar street.

Qing Niu picked up the bell and called "Moo Moo" twice.

Li Mianxi turned her head and found many people lying on the ground, she hurried over and said excitedly, "It's Senior Sister Ji and the others!"

Lin Yanlan checked them one by one, and said, "Fortunately, everything is fine, and the evil spirit in Second Young Master Wu's body has also been removed."

At the end of the street, Wu Congying and Wu Congshan ran over quickly.

Wu Congying said: "You have been away for three days, and Congshan and I have been staying here. Just now we saw a light rising from here, so we hurried over here! Great... What's wrong with Daojun?"

When the two saw Feng Yueci lying in Jiang Huan's arms, they were shocked and worried for a moment, and they couldn't even care about the second son on the ground.

Jiang Huan glanced at them, turned around and left with Feng Yue's resignation in his arms: "If you move someone, I'll send him to the inn to rest."

Wu Congshan's expression was extremely strange: "You, you dare to hug..."

Wu Congying elbowed him, signaling him to shut up quickly.

When Jiang Huan was gone, Wu Congying smothered the words before speaking: "The Taoist Lord never likes to be close to others. I think this Mr. Jiang wants to learn from the Taoist Lord's 'Spirit Sealing Arrow'! The killing of the Lord back then... ..."

"Follow the power in a hurry, can Mr. Jiang be the same as the king? Alright, don't talk nonsense, come and help!"

Several people worked together to move a group of comatose people back to the inn and settle them down. Lin Yanlan diagnosed and treated them one by one, asked Li Mianxi to take care of them, then took some medicine and hurried to Feng Yueci's room.

It was already late at this time, and when Lin Yanlan walked into the courtyard with a medicine cup, she saw a man reclined on the roof, dressed in black and with a long knife, leaning against the moon and facing the wind, with a loose and frivolous posture, handsome and chic.

Lin Yanlan pursed her lips and smiled, "It's so late, Mr. Jiang is still here?"

Jiang Huan jumped down, and the blood stains on his body were gone. He presumably ran over worriedly after changing clothes.

He wrote lightly: "It's just a random walk."

Lin Yanlan couldn't help laughing and said: "I understand. In fact, everyone will be very nervous and impulsive every time they meet Daojun. Mr. Jiang has never met Mr. Ye and the others, but they are much more exaggerated than you!"

Jiang Huan: "..."

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