Shi Yun Ⅱ Sings Crickets Last Night

"Boom"!

The canoe hit the shore lightly with a soft thud.

One second Xuan Zifeng was still wantonly watching Song Yun's past in the illusion of memory, but the next second his fascination was suddenly cut off.

The dream hastily ended without a trace.

——Come on, I haven't seen enough!

Xuan Zifeng rubbed his aching head and tried to get up but failed.

——If I go back to sleep now, can this illusion be connected?

After thinking carefully for three seconds, Xuan Zifeng still decided to get up and not sleep.

To be a person, you must know how to judge the situation.Now that Zi Zhiwei is chasing after him, Xuan Zifeng can't indulge in the illusion for too long.

——I don’t know how fast the illusion time is, and what time it is now.

Xuan Zifeng sat up, activated the night vision technique, and took out a fire pocket from Rong Ling to illuminate the surroundings.

--who I am?where am i

The underground river has come to an end, the sky cannot be seen when looking up, and the surroundings are full of earth.

In the current situation, Xuan Zifeng had no idea where to go.

Suddenly, Xuan Zifeng caught a glimpse of a green light flickering alternately in light and dark from the corner of his eye.

He turned around and held up the fire fold, and found that it was a new leaf of the sacred tree.

Just as Xuan Zifeng approached the new leaves of the Shenmu, several leaves of the same size lit up on the root system of the Shenmu.Under the shimmering green light, a branch of a sacred tree stretched in the direction of Xuan Zifeng.

The new leaves of the Shenmu flew to the tip of the branches, and they made a small leaf figure, cutely gesticulating "follow up", signaling Xuan Zifeng to grab the branches of the Shenmu.

"Buzz!"

It was Qiu Chuan's buzzing, reminding Xuan Zifeng not to forget it.

Not to mention, if it wasn't for Qiu Chuan's trembling, Xuan Zifeng would never have remembered that his natal Lingwu had returned by himself.

Tie Qiu Chuan back to his waist, Xuan Zifeng held the branches of the Shenmu and was pulled upward by it.

The new leaves guide the direction, and the surrounding soil layers are pushed aside by the roots of the Shenmu, allowing Xuan Zifeng to pass through and then return to its original appearance.It didn't take a few breaths for Xuan Zifeng to raise his head and see some faint stars.

Finally, Xuan Zifeng was thrown out of the ground by Shenmu.

The pits on the ground were also filled up by Shenmu with its root system.

The lungs were suddenly filled with fresh air, Xuan Zifeng was not used to it for a while, coughed violently a few times, and felt a little dizzy.

—Didn’t I poke my ribs into the lung leaves before?

Xuan Zifeng touched his chest and abdomen lightly, only to find that most of the ribs and lungs had been repaired, only bruises and fine pain remained.Most of the minor wounds on his body that were attacked by the pressure of spiritual power have healed, and there are still some internal injuries involved, but he can still bear it by gritting his teeth.

Xuan Zifeng only had time to look around after the whirling in his mind had passed.

"..."

Xuan was stunned.

——Isn’t this the backyard of Master’s house?

The scene in front of him was somewhat magical, Xuan Zifeng closed his eyes and opened them suddenly.

What he saw before, is still what he is now.

"..."

Xuan Zifeng tried to close and open his eyes again, deceiving himself, but it didn't help.

Small spirit stone lamps are dotted in the courtyard, as if the stars above the head are reflected in this courtyard.The sound of hot spring water is gurgling, steaming with white mist and hot air.

After being stunned for a cup of tea, Xuan Zifeng confirmed in various ways that he was not in an illusion and had not been hit by an illusion before he could be sure that he was really in the Xiangyu Pavilion.

——and broke into private houses.

Song Yun's room was lit with a spirit stone lamp, which was hazy from afar.

It was almost a conditioned reflex, Xuan Zifeng immediately turned around and planned to run away, his legs were flying fast, and he was even equipped with stealth.

Just when Xuan Zifeng came across the formation in Songyun mansion, there was a vaguely laughing scolding from inside the house.

"Come back! Where do you want to go?"

The familiar Lin Laiquan rhyme sounded from the house, and Xuan Zifeng couldn't move anymore.

No matter whether you move forward or backward, you can't move.

Xuan Zifeng stood by the courtyard wall like a stone statue, maintaining a state of facing the wall and thinking about his past, all kinds of complicated thoughts and complaints in his heart rushed into the pot, spilling all over his chest, and even his brain was so confused that he couldn't move.

"What are you still doing? Come in." Song Yun's voice sounded hoarse and lazy.

Since he can't think independently, he can only execute orders.

Xuan Zifeng turned around slowly, his two long legs didn't dare to take too wide a step, and almost slid into the room inch by inch.

The door of Songyun's bedroom was not closed, it was half open, and the soft light of the spirit stone lamp was reflected from the inside.

The classmate Xuan Zifeng who made a mistake stood outside the door and knocked on the door lightly with his knuckles a few times.

The faint knock on the door seemed to be hiding and cowering, just like Xuan Zifeng who lowered his head and hunched his back.

"Enter."

After receiving the order, Xuan Zifeng moved into the room, turned around and closed the door, but felt that this was not good, so he hesitated to open the door a little.

"Close the door." Song Yun said.

Xuan Zifeng twisted his body back half a circle, and slowly closed the door.

With a light "click" sound, only the two of them were left in a private space.

The room was very quiet at night, Song Yun didn't open his mouth to give new instructions, Xuan Zifeng didn't dare to move, just stood staring at the door.

"I didn't punish you to face the wall and think about your mistakes. What are you doing standing there without moving?"

Xuan Zifeng turned around slowly, staring at the toes of his muddy shoes, he felt that he seemed to have polluted the cleanliness of this land, and he should get out quickly.

"come over."

Xun Sheng raised his head, and Xuan Zifeng saw Song Yun lying on the bed with his back turned to him.

Song Yun's body seems to be the usual clothes worn by Yaji, the crown hat is still on the head, and the shoes have not even had time to take off, and the sachet on the waist is embroidered with full moon, laurel and jade rabbit, which is obviously the dress of the Mid-Autumn Festival .

Even if he got the word "come", Xuan Zifeng didn't dare to get too close, five or six feet away from the side of the bed, so he didn't dare to move any further.

After hesitating for a long time, Xuan Zifeng asked "Sir" in a low voice.

Then he became dumb and couldn't say anything.

Sorry he really doesn't know where to start.

——Is it from the jar of peach wine last year, from the sensual medicine in the wine?Or is it a passbook to become a puppet possessed by spirits, and thank you for the three soul-breaking blunderbusses you blocked?Or is it asking about the remaining pain of the Spring Festival, and handing over a few elixir to show hospitality?

Plead guilty, can he calm down?Thank you, will he accept it?Attentiveness, is he rare?

Xuan Zifeng didn't know.

He raised his head tentatively, and caught a glimpse of Menghun An who was lying on Songyun's pillow.

The acacia embroidered on the branch is in full bloom, and a few strands of sleepy snow-colored long hair are scattered from the bun on it.

It was Song Yun who spoke first.

He cleared his throat and suppressed the hoarseness in his throat, "Can you also see the psionic fusion illusion?"

What does it mean to be able to see "also"?

——That is to say, the master can "also" see it?

Xuan Zifeng nodded slowly.

A master who was lying on the bed seemed to have buried his head.

"Have you watched it all?" Song Yun asked.

"Yes." Xuan Zifeng replied.

Song Yun curled up slightly, raised her hands and covered her face with her sleeves.Only his visibly red ears were still sticking out.

"Let me die for a while!" Song Yun was almost hopeless.

Staring at Song Yun's back, Xuan Zifeng paused for a moment before reacting.

——Master, this is... are you sorry?

Xuan Zifeng really wanted to explain that he didn't look down on or laugh at Song Yun's thoughts, but he was afraid that Song Yun would be even more embarrassed after he said it. After thinking about it, he really couldn't open his mouth, so he had to keep his mouth shut, pretending that he didn't exist, and didn't dare to get angry Take a big breath.

For Song Yun, a young adult, most of the things that happened when he was fourteen or five years old are absolutely dark history that people can recall with embarrassment.

Although Song Yun, who was young and inexperienced back then, did nothing stupid, he also had many words and deeds that are childish and extreme in today's eyes.People are not born with maturity, who didn't do a few shameful things when they were young, and had thoughts that they dare not let others know?

What's more, Xuan Zifeng saw more than that.Almost all the unbearable past is brought into view by the students. How does Song Yun deal with himself?

After a while, Song Yun's body relaxed a little.

He still turned his back to Xuan Zifeng, and said: "Take all the spiritual power to heal your injuries, or come back, half of the spiritual consciousness must be returned to me, right?"

"Ah... oh!"

Xuan Zifeng frantically went to look up the Shenmu document, and remembered that the spiritual consciousness was stored in the altar, so he hurriedly concentrated, raised his hand and used spiritual power to pull out a small ball of white light from his forehead.

The dandelion-like light cluster was a bit dim and ethereal, obviously worn out, not like the spiritual consciousness that Song Yun should have.

——Is it because I was so weak in order to restore my spiritual consciousness when the illusion was on the verge of collapse?Xuan Zifeng couldn't lift his head up.

His spiritual consciousness returned to Songyun's Lingtai, which made his somewhat haggard look recover a little.Song Yun turned around to prop up her body, sat up with some difficulty, and then raised her eyes to glance at Xuan Zifeng.

"Look at you, what do you look like. Did you fish it out of the mud?" Song Yun said somewhat helplessly.

Xuan Zifeng straightened his back slightly, but still lowered his head.

Rolled on the ground, soaked in the underground river, and vomited blood all over his body, Xuan Zifeng's body is dirty, coupled with his quail appearance of frost-beating eggplant, it is really not decent.

Song Yun sighed, "There is a uniform in the cabinet over there. Take it, go take a bath, soak in the medicinal spring in the backyard to heal your wounds, and tidy yourself up."

"En." Xuan Zifeng responded, and did as he was told.

After washing off the dirt all over his body in the bathroom, Xuan Zifeng strolled to the hot spring in the backyard, submerged his shoulders in the flowing comfort, took a deep breath, and looked up at the night sky.

He hasn't been idle for a long time, and such a leisurely feeling makes him a little uncomfortable.Soaking in the hot spring with nothing to do, Xuan Zifeng looked up at the stars, grass, and courtyard for the time being as a pleasure.

Compared with when Xuan Zifeng left, the backyard of Songyun Mansion hardly changed, even the seasons were so similar, giving people the illusion that time stopped flowing.Every flower, every leaf, every grass and every tree...

--and many more!

Xuan Zifeng raised his head suddenly and found that there was an extra tree in the yard.

It was a tall tree.The crown of the tree grows stretched, and stretches out in a beautiful circle around it.The reddish-brown trunk and branches are very slender, and the leaves that have turned from green to yellow are palm-shaped and five-lobed. The small one is three fingers wide, and the large one is bigger than the palm of an adult.

Briefly sum it up in one sentence.

—It was a maple tree.

If Xuan Zifeng remembered correctly, there was no maple tree planted in the yard before he left.

In the past, even if Song Yun hadn't made any intimacy, Xuan Zifeng could still come up with twists and turns and interpret all Song Yun's actions as "Master is interested in me".

Now that such a well-raised maple tree is placed in front of Xuan Zifeng, he doesn't dare to think about it.

——I am afraid that this "Maple" is not that "Maple".

The little chicken was wilting, and Song Yun's voice sounded from inside the house.

"Don't feel dizzy after soaking for so long? Come inside."

Hearing this, Xuan Zifeng came out of the hot spring, wiped himself clean and put on a brand new uniform.

The texture of the jade-green round-neck gown is very skin-friendly, with the familiar Shenmu Qingfen.When the cloth touched Xuan Zifeng's skin, he felt comfortable and relaxed for a long time.

A strong illusion came to Xuan Zifeng's mind, as if he was still a student of the Shenmu School, and would put on a uniform to listen to the lectures of the teachers on every Sunday.

With no time to comb her wet hair, Xuan Zifeng walked into Song Yun's study with bare feet and clogs.

The spirit stone lamp in the study room was as bright as day, as if it could make all the darkness invisible.

Song Yun made a pot of tea and a bowl of porridge, waiting for him.

"Come and sit down. Drink some tea to cushion your stomach before drinking porridge. There is no refill for this bowl. You floated in the underground river for seven days before you came back. You suddenly ate too much and your stomach couldn't stand it."

Xuan Zifeng didn't know how to speak, so he simply followed Song Yun's instructions and sat on the round stool opposite the desk, he couldn't be more obedient.

There was a familiar smell of elixir in the tea, which was commonly used by Xiangyu Pavilion to heal internal injuries.

He took a sip of tea and secretly looked at Song Yun.

The man changed into a robe with a crown and a cap, which was purple jacquard silk with dark patterns around grape branches.He seemed to have gone to Yaolingquan while Xuan Zifeng was washing up, and there was a vague cedar fragrance mixed with the herbal fragrance of Yaolingquan on his body.

The long-lost Wuweilou Preserved Egg and Lean Meat Congee is the entrance. The rice grains soaked in peanut oil are extremely fragrant, and the amount of lean meat is finely minced without firewood. The soft and rotten vegetables add freshness. .

The familiar smell and steaming heat smoked Xuan Zifeng's eyes.If he hadn't held back desperately, he would have almost shed tears.

The pull of the internal injury disappeared under the warmth of the medicine, replaced by a dull pain in the heart.

"The hair is disheveled, why didn't you put your hair in it when you ate?" Song Yun saw that he had almost finished eating, and after signing the last paperwork, he got up and went around the table and walked behind him, "Look up, don't move around."

After finishing speaking, Song Yun raised his hand to transform the phantom crystal on the table into a dressing mirror, and took out flower seed oil for combing hair and a small rosewood comb.

——No way, Master, this is to...

——! ! !

Xuan Zifeng's scalp was already a little numb, and when the little comb touched him, his whole body became numb, and he froze there and did not dare to move.

Neither of them spoke.

Song Yun carefully combed the knotted part of the black hair from the end of the hair, took the flower seed oil and rubbed it on the palm and fingertips, and applied the elegant floral fragrance to Xuan Zifeng's hair strand by strand.

Just like that, Song Yun combed Xuan Zifeng's whole hair black and shiny, and prepared to tie it up.

"Xuan Zifeng."

Suddenly being called by his name, Xuan Zifeng shuddered, "... here."

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Song Yun parted the hair in his hand in front of the mirror, his tone was very flat, it didn't sound like asking a teacher for a crime, it seemed that he was just chatting to pass the time while combing his hair.

They all clearly gave him a chance to confess, if he doesn't take it, he will really pass this village and there will be no shop.

Xuan Zifeng naturally understood, he lowered his eyes and said: "Mr. Songyun, I... am the spy of Leaning Wind Hall."

"I know." Song Yun tied up the top half of his hair, "I'll know when I hit you into Baoyu City."

Surprised by this news, Xuan Zifeng was about to turn around.

"Don't move around, you'll comb it crooked later." Song Yun straightened his head and continued to straighten Xuan Zifeng's temple hair.

——This is not what Master wants to hear.

Xuan Zifeng thought for a while, and said: "That day...I'm sorry sir. But I really didn't put the medicine in the wine, sir. I dropped the wine with ingredients."

"Well, then? Why did you fall?"

The hair behind the ear was neatly braided, without even a moment's pause, Song Yun naturally believed his words, without the questioning and reprimand Xuan Zifeng expected.

"I don't want...to be a spy of the Leafing Hall anymore." Xuan Zifeng lowered his head, "I want to be a student of my husband in Xiangyu Pavilion, just like everyone else,"

Song Yun seemed to laugh, "Then why are you running?"

"..." Xuan Zifeng was speechless.

The braided part was wrapped with a thin thread, and Song Yun took the hair behind the other ear and braided it, waiting patiently for the answer.

"...At that time, my mind went cold, and I thought 'this is bad', and then my mind went blank, and I didn't know what to do. I felt that I would have no face to see everyone." Xuan Zifeng didn't know what he was talking about.

Although he was neither eloquent nor stupid, but at this moment he could only spit out pale and broken words.

Song Yun combed her black hair with her hands, and took a small blade to scrape off the broken hair outside the hairline on the back of her neck.

"Don't move, I'll just deal with the broken hair, it won't hurt you." Song Yun explained.

Xuan Zifeng said "um" with his nose, "If Mister wanted to kill me, he would have done it long ago, there is no need to wait until today."

Song Yun's chuckle came from behind, as if a light breath hit Xuan Zifeng's back of the neck.

"What do you plan to do in the future?" Song Yun asked as he put down the blade after repairing the miscellaneous hair.

After thinking for a moment, Xuan Zifeng shook his head slightly, "I don't know, but I don't want to be a spy anymore."

"Then don't do it." Song Yun combed her hair, supported Xuan Zifeng's head with both hands, and let him look at himself in the mirror, "Don't be a spy, be a free person. From then on, your will It doesn't belong to Lingfeng Hall, Xiangyu Pavilion, and it doesn't belong to anyone, but only you."

The beauty in the mirror has a neat bun, without any messy hair.Bright eyes flowed under the handsome sword eyebrows, with a gentle and square face like jade.Even if his face is pale and haggard, he is still sick and pitiful.

Song Yun's face was also reflected in the mirror, "Xuan Zifeng, you always look at others more, but you can't see yourself. In this case, I ask you to take a good look at yourself."

Staring at the reflection in the mirror made Xuan Zifeng a little uncomfortable, he subconsciously looked away, and tried to look into his own eyes again.

"Start from the smallest trifles, what colors and foods do you like, and what do you dislike? What kind of people do you think are good-looking, and what postures make you feel ugly? What you like and what you don't like, you must not adulterate your feelings, Rather than suppressing these because of the identity of the spy."

Song Yun patted Xuan Zifeng's shoulder lightly, and took the silver crown and hairpin.

"You don't need to change yourself to cater to other people's preferences, and shape yourself into an exquisite plaything, pet, and slave. In the future, you don't need to deliberately flatter, seduce, and show off, because you are naturally enough to be admired and admired by others. favorite."

The silver crown tied the bun, and the hairpin inlaid with dark rubies fixed it on Xuanzifeng's head.

"Xuan Zifeng, it's difficult for others to understand you because of your cover-up. But under the disguise, even your own feelings are blocked out, so that you don't understand what 'Xuan Zifeng' has done. What kind of person is he?"

The brocade box hidden in the drawer was turned out, and Song Yun took a forehead wipe from it.

"You stubbornly classify yourself as an 'outsider' and hide your own existence in your heart. As everyone knows, you are never just a bystander."

Song Yun's voice was deeply engraved in Xuan Zifeng's mind.

"Xuan Zifeng, you are among them. Without you, they wouldn't be 'them'."

The Moerle of Erlongxizhu was in front of Xuanzifeng's forehead, Songyun finished the last step, and looked at the finished product with satisfaction.

He took out a chicken wooden sculpture with eyes inlaid with floating phantom crystals, and put it in Xuan Zifeng's hand.

"Now, please see for yourself."