Shi Yun Ⅱ Sings Crickets Last Night

The snow on the ground was thick enough to reach ankles.

Spots of bright red dripped on the pure white snow, leaving glaring marks.

His white hair was scattered all over his body, but it couldn't stop the ferocious black magic lines.

Penniless, penniless.

Song Yun only has scars all over his body.

Traces of severe torture, severed tendons in hands and feet, and five yin and yang fishes lined up behind the flesh on the left thigh.

Where is he going?Where can I go?

Xuan Zifeng tried his best to stabilize his emotions. The pain left by the torn sea of ​​blood and spiritual consciousness just now reminded him that if his emotions were out of control and his spiritual consciousness was unstable, the entire illusion would face the risk of collapse, and even his spiritual consciousness would also be destroyed. will be shredded together.

So Xuan Zifeng could only remind himself over and over that this is all in the past, forcing himself to calm down.

Soon, Song Yun fell on the snow.

He didn't go very far, but he no longer had the strength to walk forward, and his limbs could no longer support his body.

In the bitter cold wind, he curled up like a baby, and was as naked and vulnerable as a baby.

Cold and endless darkness engulfed Song Yun's entire world.

I do not know how long it has been.

Song Yun woke up slowly, and he found himself lying on a soft bed somewhere.

But he still felt very cold, shivering slightly from the cold all over his body.

Song Yun didn't know exactly where it was, his eyesight seemed to be getting worse, and he could only see vague outlines.

Before Song Yun's brain could start thinking again, the door was pushed open, and there was a vague "squeak" sound, and one person walked into the room where he was.

"Master Hansong, are you awake?"

The man's voice was vague but very familiar, but Song Yun hadn't been able to adapt to the abnormality in his body, so I'm sorry he couldn't tell who it was.

Song Yun opened his mouth and tried to ask, but found a severe pain in his throat, which seemed to be swollen and blocked the entire throat, and he couldn't make any sound at all.

"You have a fever, drink some water first." The man gently lifted Song Yun's body, and put a bowl of warm water on Song Yun's lips.

Presumably no one would take the trouble to design a trap to trap a monster with mageweaves and white hair who was naked, penniless.Song Yun was also really thirsty, so he opened his chapped lips and drank a little water.

Now, even warm water splashing down his throat can make Song Yun's throat sore.

Song Yun coughed a few times, slightly raised his head to look at the man who helped him.

At such a close distance, Song Yun's field of vision finally became clearer, no distinction between men and women.Seeing Song Yun looking up at him, the man was so frightened that a shiver ran up his spine, and he immediately sat upright in fear.

And at this time, Song Yun finally saw clearly.

"...Fang Shixian?" A hoarse voice fell out of his swollen throat with great difficulty.

——Hey, the child who was drawn to tears by the ruler every day has grown up to this size?

Xuan Zifeng also recognized the outstanding young man in front of him at the same time.

"exist."

Fang Shixian sat up straight, as if being called up to answer a question, with a bit of panic.Although he has grown up, the childhood shadow of breaking countless rulers still lingers in his heart and will not leave for a long time.

"...What are your orders, sir?"

It stands to reason that Fang Shixian is older than Songyun, so he should be called Songyun's "junior brother"; but based on the time of entering the school and apprenticeship, Songyun is a few years earlier than him; his teacher.Therefore, the address has always been awkward, and it is often replaced by "gongzi".

Song Yun said with difficulty, "...Thank you."

"No, you're welcome. My son's throat is uncomfortable. You should rest more. If you have anything to say, you can let 'Linghuan' enter your mind. I, I'm fine and I can handle it." He stammered reflexively in front of him.

"My origin is damaged." Song Yun smiled bleakly, "I can't use psionic power."

As soon as these words came out, Fang Shixian was so frightened that he hurriedly got up and stood up for punishment.

"My lord, forgive me! I didn't mean to offend you, but I brought up your sad things, my lord..."

Song Yun shook his head, "It's okay, there's no need to call him 'Master' anymore, I'm just a sinner."

After Fang Shixian made a fuss this time, Song Yun was able to lift up his spirits.

As the field of vision gradually became clearer, the decorations in the room came into Song Yun's eyes.This is an inn in a town near Hongjianzong. Song Yun also stayed here when he went out to perform missions.The middle coat is just the hemp cloth provided by the inn, but it can always cover the body.

Gathering up some strength, Song Yun struggled to get up from the bed and sat upright, tidied up her clothes, and solemnly bowed to Fang Shixian.

"Song Yun will never forget this rescue."

Song Yun's forehead was lightly placed on the back of his hands folded on the bed, and his white hair slid down the side of the bed to the ground.

Now, such a simple movement is so difficult and painful, almost exhausting all his strength.

"Don't, don't! Young Master, please don't hurt me. I can't stand you like this. Young Master, please get up." Fang Shixian helped Song Yun up in a panic, and put a pillow behind his back.

In Fang Shixian's heart, Song Yun is still the genius whose eyes all the students in the school would tremble three times, how majestic, star-studded, admirable, and admired by others.

Now, with disheveled white hair and sackcloth clothes, I still have to kowtow to thank him, an ignorant trash.

Fang Shixian thought about it, and couldn't help but feel that things were right and people were wrong, and his eyes were red.

However, Fang Shixian is also a Confucian young master in the Hongjian sect. He doesn't touch the spring water with his fingers, and he doesn't know how to serve others, and he doesn't know how to play with the body of a seriously ill person like Song Yun. He sweats in winter .

——Big brother, if you really don’t know how to treat illnesses, why don’t you just replace me?

After all, the illusion is Song Yun's memory, and Xuan Zifeng who is in it knows very well where the pain on Song Yun's body is the most tormenting, and his translucent consciousness tries to soothe those pain spots.

Song Yun leaned against the bed and shook his head at him, "Fang Shixian, go back quickly. There are often Hongjianzong disciples passing by here, and it is a taboo to contact people who have been expelled from the sect. It hurts you. The rest of the way, I myself..."

"Stop it! My lord, please stop!" Fang Shixian interrupted Song Yun, his eyes and nose were red from holding back, he sucked his nose hard to get back the tears from his nose, "My lord, don't thank me. You should hate me Yes, the young master should hate me..."

As he said that, Fang Shixian couldn't bear it anymore, and Dou Da's teardrops fell on his cuffs.He raised his arm and wiped away the tears from his face.

Song Yun was a little unclear, so he already had a splitting headache, but being infected by Fang Shixian's emotions, his brain ached even more.

He sighed and asked, "what, when, why, why should I hate you?"

Xuan Zifeng's translucent fingers massaged Songyun's head in different ways, although it was futile, but he was really in pain and couldn't stand by and watch Songyun's pain.

After hesitating for a long time, Fang Shixian was still a little timid, and murmured: "Young master, I, I can't tell now... Otherwise, I'd better kneel down and confess, I'm more used to it."

There is no way, the child has been punished since childhood, and more than half of the conversations with Song Yun are punished by kneeling, reciting and confessing mistakes. It is really uncomfortable not to change the familiar posture to speak.

As he spoke, Fang Shixian was sitting under the bed, wiping away his tears.

"I, I...before, I saw the third son put you...that is, in the Library Pavilion, to do that..."

If Song Yun hadn't lost too much blood, he would have blushed upon hearing this.It's just that he doesn't have any extra blood in his body to share with shame, and he has experienced even more embarrassing things, so he won't react too much to it.

Everyone in Hong Jianzong knew that he was the sacrifice of the Spring Festival, Fang Shixian just happened to know who was enjoying the sacrifice.

Seeing that Song Yun's face remained unchanged, Fang Shixian plucked up his courage and said: "I know that as a retainer, it is difficult for the young master to disobey the order of the young master, but he was forced by the third young master, but... I'm sorry, young master, I didn't have the courage to argue for the young master at that time. , Harm the young master like this, I..."

Regarding this, Song Yun just shook his head and lowered his eyes, "Young Master and I... No, I do have an affair with Zhuo San, it's voluntary, it's not what you think. You don't have to blame yourself for it."

"Even if it's what you said, you can't use the evil way of cultivation on you!" Fang Shixian became even more excited, "It's better to say that it's because of this that you can't ruin it like this. Knowing that you have feelings, how can he do that?" So ruthless!"

Up to now, even an outsider knows that this should not be the case, and they all feel pity for Song Yun.

Fang Shixian suddenly realized something, and lowered his head, not daring to look at Song Yun, "Your words are rude and offend you, please forgive me."

"No problem. There is no offense now, let alone your son." Song Yun wanted to reach out to help him up, but Fang Shixian avoided him.

"Actually, it's not only that... When the third son gave you glutinous rice balls before, I took the share he gave you by mistake, but the third son was very serious and took the bowl away. I just thought it was strange at the time, but, but I didn't Thinking that it is the medicine of evil magic!"

At this time, Song Yun thought of the bowl of glutinous rice balls, and then understood why Zhuo Yingtian paid so much attention to his diet during this period, and every time after delivering snacks, he used various reasons to pull him to double cultivation.

Song Yun was speechless for a long time.

Can't see the joy and anger on Songyun's face, Fang Shixian didn't dare to act rashly, just looked at him secretly.

If it wasn't for Songyun's slow breathing, Fang Shixian almost thought that Songyun's spiritual power and vitality had been sucked up by the Spring Festival, and then he would fuel the fire and die.

In this way, Song Yun only moved slightly when Fang Shixian's legs were numb.

Song Yun raised an arm to cover his eyes, and even smiled.

His body twitched slightly as he laughed.

Laughed until he coughed up a mouthful of blood on the bedside.

Purple black blood fell on the ground in front of Fang Shixian's knees, frightening him into confusion, "Young Master, Young Master! How are you? I, I will go to a doctor or a spirit master who can heal..."

Just when Fang Shixian was about to rush out to seek medical treatment, Song Yun grabbed his sleeve and stopped him.

Song Yun raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corners of his lips, and shook his head at him, "Thank you, but my life is not long, it's not worth running around like this, and you will be punished as well, it's really unnecessary."

"Son..."

Before Fang Shixian finished speaking, Song Yun said calmly as if he was giving a lecture on weekdays: "It is not easy to deprive the original power and all vitality, the more advanced the spirit master is, the more so. You have to use poison Only the medicine can damage its foundation and destroy its spirit."

A lot of tossing exhausted all the strength of Song Yun, he couldn't hold Fang Shixian, so he lowered his hands weakly.

"I have six stages of spiritual power, and I took 49 days of poison that almost sealed my throat with blood. After the spring festival was completed, the toxins accumulated in my body became magic vines, which grew all over my body, corroding every flesh and blood. Dead things that hold spiritual power will reveal magic patterns from the skin. People are like this, how can they survive?"

These words were spoken calmly, as if talking about other people's affairs.

Song Yun persuaded: "So, you don't have to get into trouble or suffer bad luck because of me, a dying person."

After a long silence, Fang Shixian got up.

But he didn't leave, he just turned around to get hot water and a towel, and awkwardly wiped off the blood on the ground.

It's a pity that this kid really doesn't know how to work. After wiping for a long time, not only the floor was painted in a mess, but the towel and his sleeves were also dirty.

"Go back quickly." Song Yun thought for a while, and then urged: "Don't mention this to anyone after you go back, it will rot in your stomach, otherwise Zhuo San won't be able to tolerate you."

Fang Shixian stiffened his neck unmoved after hearing this, and still struggled with the bruises on the ground.

Anyway, he is so determined to stay, and he is not afraid that Song Yun is sick and untouchable now.

After a long time, when Fang Shixian finally wiped off the blood on the floor and looked up at Song Yun, he froze in place.

Song Yun cried.

He didn't cry when he was humiliated by being stripped of all his clothes in public; he didn't cry when he knew that the young master who served him wholeheartedly betrayed him; At that time, he didn't cry.

So much badness and so much malice have been carried over, but Song Yun can't stand people being kind to him.

Since entering Hongjianzong Academy, Song Yun has never cried in front of others.

At this moment, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and wept uncontrollably in front of Fang Shixian.

Fang Shixian was even more flustered, and almost handed Song Yun the towel he had just wiped to wipe his face.Looking at Song Yun's appearance, he opened and closed his lips tremblingly a few times, and dropped a lot of golden beans.

"Aren't you afraid of me and hate me?" Song Yun's throat was already hoarse from burning, and this time the tears were even more silent, "Why, why..."

The hoarse words were fragmented, but Fang Shixian understood what Song Yun wanted to say.

He first handed warm water to Songyun to moisten his throat, but accidentally dripped tears into it, so he had to change another cup.

"Young master, I really hated you and was really afraid of you before. However, I also know that you are not a bad person. Those who followed you on missions were all saved by you. I only realized later that it is better to be beaten than to suffer outside. The knife is light, and the young master is doing it for our own good."

Fang Shixian sniffed loudly a few times, and wiped away the embarrassing tears on his face with his sleeve.

"Young Master is a very good person. Even at this moment, are you still thinking about me, afraid of hurting me? Young Master, I am not afraid of being punished. Anyway, if I get punished too much, my skin will grow thicker. I am forbidden to beat you."

The two looked at each other, crying and crying, seeing each other's faces were messed up, and couldn't help laughing.

——There are still people who remember little master well.

Xuan Zifeng finally felt relieved.

However, in the next second, some kind of ominous premonition lingered in Xuan Zifeng's heart, which made him feel a little palpitation.

At this moment, Song Yun said, "Since brother Fang is willing to help, Song Yun has something to ask."

"Sir, please speak."

Xuan Zifeng suddenly felt that ominous premonition transformed into some kind of unforgettable fear, lingering in his mind.

"I know there is a place that may purify the magic vines in the body, and maybe there is still a chance of life. I wonder if Brother Fang can take on the task of Hong Jianzong and take me there when he executes it?" Song Yun smiled lightly.

Fang Shixian responded immediately, "Whether he is far or wide, I can send you there. I don't know where you are going?"

"Purification pool."

When the nightmare-like three-character awl pierced into Xuan Zifeng's consciousness, the memory of being attacked by the old water of the marrow purification pool flooded his mind.

The marrow purification pool can wash away the most filthy things in the world.

But the price was too great and too painful, and no one would ever want to experience it a second time.Xuan Zifeng would rather be soaked in strong wine by Ling Chihou than enter the marrow purification pool again.

That time Xuan Zifeng only dipped in some diluted old water from the marrow purification pool, and he was in a mess.He couldn't imagine what Song Yun had to go through to wash away the magic lines with the new water of the pure marrow pool.

Seeing Xuan Zifeng's spiritual consciousness crumbling, Song Yun's spiritual power activated again.

The flow of the illusion suddenly accelerated in the flying snow, and was covered and hidden by a thick layer of snow, as if it didn't want people to see it.

But Xuan Zifeng still saw it.

The rime cloud that fell into the Jingsui Pool, and the Jingsui Pool where the spiritual power boiled for three days and three nights, the black mist and the white light of the Jingsui Pool transpired alternately, reflecting in the sky among the mountains.

The marrow purification pool is extremely pure and pure, but it cannot tolerate any dirt and toxins. It is almost angry and "kills" all impure and foreign things.The cleansing of a person covered in magic vine patterns is tantamount to burning Nirvana in a raging fire.

This toss even changed the landscape around the marrow purification pool, causing several new rivers from the old water of the marrow purification pool to open in the mountains.Even the nearby Shuangye Mountain was affected by it and came to check the situation.

"Master!"

Xuan Zifeng could only helplessly call out to the person on his heart in this illusion of boundless pain.

Finally, the heavy snow in the illusion turned everything in sight into pure white, and then dissipated.

Re-entering the eyes, it is Song Yun who has washed away the magic pattern, changing clothes by the water of the marrow purification pool.

When Song Yun lowered his head and saw his own reflection in the water, there were many inexplicable and unclear emotions in his eyes.

Although the magic pattern has faded away, the strange and ugly white hair and red pupils are like the evidence of crime like tattoos, uncovering the bloody wounds in Song Yun's heart over and over again, reminding how he lost his dignity and betrayed his relatives.

If you send it like this, you will be ashamed to take photos.

Song Yun slammed a palm on the water surface of the marrow purification pool, breaking up the strange figure reflected in the reflection.

The pride in the past made Song Yun even so, but also to maintain the last dignity.

He raised his hand to dip the water in the marrow purification pool, and combed his loose white hair.The seemingly clear, but terrifying water in the marrow purification pool seems to have been tamed by Song Yun, and can no longer cause any harm to him.

He tied up his snowy hair meticulously, not a single strand of hair fell down; he straightened his robe, pulling out the folds stacked at the elbows, looking calm and dignified.

In this way, I can barely see people.

Outside the boundary of the marrow purification pool, the meeting place agreed with Fang Shixian.

Fang Shixian saw Song Yun's appearance with the magic pattern faded away, and his clothes were solemn and tidy, and he wrote all kinds of feelings on his face, and his facial features were wrinkled and crooked, almost twisted.

"What's your expression? You're completely out of control, you don't look like a disciple of Hongjianzong." Song Yun joked lightly.

Although it was the words Song Yun used to scold other disciples before, but because of the lack of harshness, it seemed a bit gentle.

Fang Shixian raised his hand, hid his face in his sleeve and sucked his nose a few times, and then he calmed down his emotions.

"I'm relieved to see Young Master like this." Fang Shixian choked up.

"That's natural. I never bother others."

Song Yun raised his hand and patted Fang Shixian on the back, signaling him to straighten his back, "Brother Fang, the gentlemen and elders used to say that you are indecisive, a woman's benevolence, and you can't make a big climate, but I never think so .If one day you are in a high position, don't forget your true heart today. In the days to come, we will cherish each other."

Over the years, Song Yun has seldom praised the disciples in the school, and the occasional sporadic affirmation and approval have never been for Fang Shixian.

Fang Shixian was flattered to be able to achieve such expectations in his numerous melancholy.The brain, which is not very clever, can't turn around now.

Suddenly, Fang Shixian was shocked all over his body as if he had been struck by lightning.

He almost jumped up and grabbed Song Yun's sleeve, "Master, I suddenly remembered. Before, and this time, when I was on a mission with the third son, I saw him have contacts with a group of mysterious people. Is it possible... ... is evil?"

These words can be regarded as a reminder to Xuan Zifeng.

——Zhuo Yingtian, a member of the orthodox sect, where did he get the secret method of the Spring Festival?

Even in Xiangyu Pavilion, a sanctuary for prodigal sons gathered from three religions and nine schools of thought, there are not many cheat books that describe in detail the operation methods of evil methods.It is even more impossible for Hong Jianzong to have such a collection of books.

In addition, Zhuo Yingtian is just a Confucian scholar who wields a sword, not a pharmacist, so how did he refine the medicine?

Xuan Zifeng knew it in his heart.

——There must be shady transactions in it.

Since it is a transaction, there must be coming and going.What conditions did Zhuo Yingtian promise to the other party in exchange for the Spring Festival?

——Some checked.

At this moment, Fang Shixian drew crooked patterns on the paper. It is said that he saw the badge on the leader of the group of mysterious people.

The pattern was drawn out of shape, so Song Yun naturally didn't recognize it, and just put it in his clothes.

But Xuan Zifeng recognized it.

——It’s strange if you can’t recognize things from your own family.

The secret language of the Lingfeng Hall wrote the words "Poison Gu Sect".

As the largest intelligence dealer base in the world, isn't it easy for Lefengtang to come up with a recipe for the Spring Festival?

As long as the rewards for trading are enough, not only the Poison Gu Sect, but also one hundred or eighty pharmacists who can refine medicine can be contacted.

Suddenly, Xuan Zifeng couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

Song Yun's suffering was also influenced by Lingfengtang.As a spy, how should he explain this to Song Yun?

At this point, it is almost time to part.

"Brother Fang, Song Yun will repay this kindness in the future." Song Yun cupped his hands slightly, his eyes full of sincerity.

Fang Shixian got on his horse, lowered his head and murmured: "No need, I didn't do anything... If my lord did not draw me so many rulers back then, maybe I could treat you better."

Small complaints are a bit cute, Song Yun couldn't help laughing.

It's not a laugh that's almost crazy when you're desperate, or a faint smile.

That smile was really displayed on the gentle and upright face, and a flower would bloom in anyone who saw it.

Fang Shixian on the horse lowered the brim of his hat, and after walking a few steps, he turned around and said, "If it happens, I will teach you in the future, my lord, so don't use a ruler."

Song Yun nodded, "Well, no more."

The horseshoes stepped on the snow and left. From now on, each has his own world, and we will meet again by fate.

Watching Fang Shixian go away, Song Yun's last bit of strength to maintain his body dissipated, and he fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

——Little Master, you are desperately trying to save face.

In the dark illusion, Xuan Zifeng shook his head helplessly.

The author has something to say: Jizai’s Lefengtang branch—information that can be made public at present

spring festival

It is an evil way dual cultivation method that absorbs spiritual power and life force from living people.

The party whose spiritual power is taken away is the "sacrifice", and needs to take highly poisonous drugs to destroy the source, so that the spiritual power and vitality can be drawn out.The more spiritual power the sacrifice takes, the more medicine it takes.The sacrificial offering usually dies within two to two years after the offering, and may not live for more than five years at most.

The party who obtains the spiritual power is called the "priest", who draws the sacrificial text of the Spring Festival on the body of the sacrifice with the elixir fused with his own blood, and extracts the spiritual power and spirit of the other party by intermingling with the sacrifice. vitality.

Side Effects of Spring Festival (Sacrifice)

Under the action of the Spring Festival, the toxins in the medicine will become magic vines and grow in the sacrifice body, continuously destroying the consciousness and health of the body, and appearing in the form of magic lines.

After being drained of vitality and spiritual power, the victim has white beard and hair, discolored irises, photophobia and sunburn, and vision and hearing loss.