I see the snow

It is the so-called "people who do not admit their debts before death, and those who die later will be distraught."

When Qin Yi arrived at Shen Xingtai, a figure in a white robe was tied high to the pillar of the altar.

His eyebrows were pale and graceful, his head drooped weakly due to a coma, revealing a small delicate and fragile back of his neck.

The black hair that had been tied up with the red rope spread out, messily scattered in front of the thin shoulders.

Because his hands were tied behind his back, Qin Yi couldn't see if his wrist, which was shot by him, was any better.

Yun Yin stood on the stage, muttering something in a low voice.

Qin Yi stayed on the horse, turned over and got off the horse, and stood in front of the altar.

He stared at this already very familiar face, but for some reason, he felt that there was something slightly different today.

"Is this Huai'an?"

Qin Yi asked with a frown as he walked up the steps.

The steps set up by Shen Xing Terrace are very high, and the ground is covered with slippery moss.

Qin Yi's armor collided with a "jingling, bang, bang" sound due to his movements.

"……no."

Yun Yin was doing the trick, and when he heard the words, he raised his head and answered, then lowered his head very quickly: "I haven't changed homes yet."

I don't know why, today this old man who has always been at peace seems to be a little flustered, and there is a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"what happened?"

Qin Yi noticed that his expression was wrong and asked.

On Shen Xingtai, there were three things: steamed lotus seeds, floating incense, and Mu Ziling's three-inch black silk.

According to what Yunyin once told him, when the floating incense is lit, Mu Huai'an's dead soul will be summoned, and will be attracted by the lotus leaf and lotus seed steam that he loved most during his lifetime to come to the house.

But I don't know why, at this time the Fu Mi Xiang has been lit for a long time, but there is still no movement.

"Maybe it's too windy here."

Yun Yin forced himself to be calm, and said: "Old Taoist, go and light another Fu Mi Xiang."

But the curling light smoke drifted in the air, it was obviously enough, even if you lit another one, it would not change anything.

"Isn't there any problem with your method?"

Qin Yi looked at this peaceful altar, and asked in disbelief, "Is it really useful?"

"..."

Yun Yin's neck was slightly red, and he argued: "The old Taoist is the sixth generation of Tianyazi 170's apprentice, how, how could he make such a joke!"

Qin Yi didn't answer.

Yun Yin stared at the three utensils on the stage, and clicked on them one by one: lotus seed steaming, floating fragrance, and Mu Ziling's three-inch black hair.

Qingsi is right, and there is no problem with floating incense, Yun Yin naturally deduced: "Your Majesty... Please allow the old Taoist to ask - are you sure that this steamed lotus leaf and lotus seed was the most cherished thing of His Highness Huai'an during his lifetime?"

"...that's natural."

Qin Yi frowned, feeling offended, and said displeasedly: "Hui'an once told Gu that even the delicacies that he had eaten by himself were not worth the lotus leaf Liang Cheng brought to him. Steamed lotus seeds."

"...But I think, Gong Ziyin also likes this steamed lotus leaf and lotus seeds."

Yun Yin said: "Could it be that everyone in Yunyan..."

"That's the same!"

Qin Yi said sullenly: "Gu and Huai'an's promise is the promise they made when they first met... If this thing is not precious enough, what else is precious enough!?"

"All right, all right."

Yun Yin wiped off his sweat, and could only say: "The poor Taoist will try another method..."

If Fumixiang cannot recall Mu Huai'an's soul from Wuxian, then the book of mortals can also be used.

The book of mortals records everything in the world. If Qin Yi and Mu Huai'an had ever met, their stars must have crossed paths.

Taking the book of mortals, at the moment when their stars intersected, Mu Huai'an's meteor was pulled up again, forcing his dead soul to appear, which is also a way.

Yun Yin took out a cup of clear water and said to Qin Yi: "Trouble the king's body of thousands of gold, take a drop of dragon's blood and give it to the old Taoist."

Qin Yi stretched out his hand indifferently, and lightly pricked the silver needle, and the dark red blood rolled into the water.

"His Royal Highness Huai'an's relic, the crown prince's jade pendant, does the king still have it with him?"

Qin Yi took out something from his arms and handed it to him: "Naturally."

Yun Yin hesitated for a moment, then said: "This thing may have been destroyed after it was used to summon souls."

Qin Yi was a little bit reluctant, but thinking that Mu Huai'an was about to come back to life, a jade pendant didn't matter.Said: "Yes."

So Yunyin smashed the jade pendant on the table with a "snap!", picked up a few scattered pieces and soaked them with Qin Yi's blood, and put them in a small stove to roast slowly.

Then I dipped the remaining paste with a Langhao pen, and wrote slowly on the book of mortals.

This is a rather grueling process, and Qin Yi can't wait to see through it, praying that nothing will happen to him.

However, Yunyin was still very noisy, so he said to Qin Yi proudly: "This is the handicraft of the old master. It is said that the emperor of Wujianfu once made the book of mortals. The book has been made, and there are a few pages left, so he throws it in Time Barren Hill opposite the River of Forgetfulness."

"Mr. Poor Dao has cultivated well. He happened to get it by accident during his practice. He picked it up and passed it down from generation to generation."

Yun Yin said: "If it weren't for the poor, no one in the world could have this thing!"

Qin Yi was annoyed and irritable by the noise, and finally couldn't help but said, "Shut up!"

"..."

Qin Yi said: "Look at how the ink is cooked. If there are any other moths, I will only ask you!"

"Yes Yes……"

Yun Yin said, but thought to himself, this is the most foolproof way, what else could happen?

After a while, when the paste and ink were ready, Yun Yin straightened the Langhao brush and placed it on the book of mortals.

Pointing to the thin paper, he said to Qin Yi: "Look, Your Majesty. Next, the star trail between you and His Highness Huai'an will appear in the book of mortals."

Qin Yi frowned and stared at the paper, together with Yun Yin's gaze, almost stared a hole in the thin book of mortals.

However, the time for a stick of incense has passed, the time for a cup of tea has passed, and a quarter of an hour has passed.

The wolf's brush remained motionless, and the book of mortals was as blank as new.

"..."

Yun Yin: "..."

"How is this going!"

Qin Yi was furious: "Yunyin, are you sure? You know this is a crime of deceiving the emperor!"

Yun Yin was sweating profusely, with an expression of disbelief all over his face:

"This...how is this possible!?"

"What do you want to clarify?"

Qin Yi asked: "Does this manual mean that Huai'an has never met Gu!?"

"no no……"

Yun Yin was dying and struggling, Qin Yi grabbed his neckline, his anger couldn't be suppressed, Yun Yin said: "This shows that when you got this jade pendant, the shared fate with His Highness Huai'an was blank! You didn't Never seen him!!"

"Haven't seen him?"

Qin Yi was about to laugh angrily: "I haven't seen him before, who is the person who met Gu in Jiangzhou, who was the person who ate lotus seeds and roasted the bonfire with Gu, who fell asleep listening to the story in Gu's arms who is it!--"

"..."

After the words fell, the entire Shen Xing stage was silent.

Yun Yin and Qin Yi looked at each other, and Qin Yi's broken hair floated slightly in the air.

After a long time, Qin Yi said in a daze, "This is impossible."

They obviously all thought of the same possibility, but Qin Yi couldn't face it at all:

"Will Huai'an lie to Gu?"

He looked at Yun Yin in a daze, as if lost in his wits: "He is not that kind of person."

"Kings……"

Yun Yin hesitated to speak, wanted to say something, but Qin Yi said first: "There is something wrong with your ritual."

"……something wrong."

Qin Yi murmured, and repeated again: "Gu met Mu Huai'an. Gu won't admit the wrong person, how could Gu admit the wrong person?"

Qin Yi grabbed Yun Yin's collar, his mind was completely confused, like a pot of porridge.

He thought of the letters he exchanged every month, the white jade accessories he got from the candied haws vendor, and the hesitant smile when they met again.

How could all this be false?

"...Don't panic."

Yun Yin comforted: "After all, you haven't changed rooms yet, you might as well put Young Master Yin down first, and when he wakes up, ask him if he has ever been to Jiangzhou, and the matter will be cleared up."

"He never mentioned it to Gu."

Qin Yi was still stubborn, repeating over and over again: "If it was him, why did he never mention it to Gu? It's your spell that has a problem..."

Yun Yin didn't want to say "yes", nor did he dare to say "no".

He only took Qin Yi to walk down the Shen Xingtai, went down the mountain, and climbed up the sacrificial pillar tied with Mu Ziling again.

Hong Chen Shu never makes mistakes, even if he takes his life as a guarantee, Yun Yin can still say the same thing:

When Qin Yi got the Prince Bai Yupei, he must have not met Mu Huai'an yet.

However, the moment Yun Yin climbed up to the altar, the puppet left by Mu Ziling suddenly changed——

It was originally made by Mu Ziling to plot against Mu Huai'an. Although it looks exactly the same as Mu Ziling, what is hidden under the skin is a soul-eating snake that can eat even the soul.

Unprepared, Yun Yin touched the rope on "Mu Ziling", but at the next moment, the bound person suddenly melted like a handful of fresh snow.

Countless venomous little snakes came out of the empty skin and bit Yun Yin's hand——

Yun Yin let out a cry of pain, and a layer of black quickly climbed up the back of his hand.

He stretched out his hand to pat, but there was also sharp pain on his cheek and eyes.These little snakes climbed onto his body in the blink of an eye, only took a few bites, and Yun Yin suddenly fell to the ground twitching, with black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and died with his eyes open.

Qin Yi stared blankly at the sudden death, remained silent for a moment, but suddenly burst into laughter.

He laughed while wiping away his tears, looking crazy, and shouted: "Gu is right!!"

"Gu didn't admit the wrong person, Huai'an Future, it's just because the shell is fake!!——"

"...Come here!"

Qin Yi stumbled towards the mountain pass where he came, where a small group of people who came with Qin Yi were still waiting.

"Do your best to hunt down Mu Ziling."

Qin Yi said: "He ran away... I have to find him back...!!"

……

At the same time, the endless sea that covers the sky and the sun.

Standing at the entrance of the valley, Mu Ziling staggered towards Time Barren Hill.

Between Fallen God Tower and Time Barren Hill, there is a faint barrier.

Mu Ziling walked several times, but it was like a ghost hitting a wall, and he would never be able to walk this short distance.

"……why."

Mu Ziling's face was pale and tired. He had already destroyed Fallen God's Tower, 700 million dead souls ate up his life, and his white clothes were also covered with blood.

He looked at this barren hill of time where he could go to the afterlife by stepping on it, and murmured in a low voice:

"A person like me is not even worthy of entering the Infinite Sea?"

The Infinite Sea is the final destination of the souls of the world, and once you enter, you will be reborn.

Mu Ziling was standing at the entrance of the valley, his hair had all turned white.The black hair that used to be as long as his waist now looks like it is covered with a layer of snow.

A red string tied in the hair is more eye-catching and bright red.

...It's just that when the black hair was set off in the past, it showed a kind of gorgeousness and publicity, but now it is hidden in the bright head, leaving only indescribable sadness and emptiness.

"The Barren Hill of Time is a place that only those who have reached the end of their lifespan can enter."

In the hazy drizzle, a person came with an umbrella.The young man was dressed in black, and under his feet were boots with thin soles and soft sides, with flame-colored blue will-o'-the-wisps on the uppers.

"Come back in sixteen days."

He raised his chin slightly, looked at Mu Ziling, and said, "At that time, I will personally go to Wangchuan to ferry you."

Mu Ziling lowered his eyes, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the dark cold ring on the young man's thumb, which was always dim, but now there was a slight brilliance flowing.

The young man laughed, noticed his gaze, raised his left hand, and signaled:

"It's alive, isn't it?...I've waited for 1000 years, and finally a Mu Ziling who sacrificed his life to cross the devil...!"

"Thank you."

The young man stared at the white-robed man with hair as pale as snow, his unrestrained expression on his face slightly restrained, and said in a low hoarse voice:

"Human greed, even I, did not expect it. The karma planted thousands of years ago has finally come to an end until today."

Mu Ziling didn't answer, he probably knew why the young man needed this ring.

"I can also wait for the person I am waiting for."

Jun said in a low voice.

Wang Chuan was between the two of them, but at this time, lotus lanterns with words written on them floated on the water.

"Someone is missing you."

When the young man saw this, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, but he couldn't tell whether it was a mocking or sad look: "In this life, your marriage is too thin."

Mu Ziling's expression was completely indifferent, he didn't even look at the lotus lantern:

"It's just a delusion, a worldly calamity."

"If he comes back to redeem him at this time, are you willing to forgive him?"

Mu Ziling smiled, with a cold expression, and said indifferently: "I never liked him."

The young man stared at Mu Ziling's face, and after a long while, he smiled, "That's fine. You still have sixteen days to live, so go to Zhonglu for a while, and come to me when the time is up."

Mu Ziling looked at him, but everything was like ink soaked in water, slowly fading and fading away.

Only an empty echo is left, coming from afar——

"...The merchants have been wrong for more than a few years, and the ebb and flow has no return date.

There is always an end to spring things in the world, and the floating life waits for sixteen days. "