Can you give me the broken impermanence?

When Xie Yu pushed open the door, Song Qingming was stuffing something into his arms. He didn't pay attention to this action, walked to the side of the bed and sat down, then patted the seat beside him and said softly: "Qingming, come here."

Song Qingming followed his words and walked over, looked at Xie Yu after sitting down, and suddenly said seriously: "Xie Yu, I remember you said that impermanence cannot enter Youzhedu..."

Xie Yu paused for a moment, then lowered his gaze, as if touched by something sad, stared at the ground for a long while without speaking.

Seeing Xie Yu's expression, Song Qingming believed in what the woman said just now.

He patted Xie Yu's shoulder hard, and said with a smile: "I will definitely help you realize your wish."

Xie Yu looked at him puzzled: "What wish?"

"You will know in the future." Song Qingming said pretending to be mysterious.

Xie Yu frowned and thought about it, but he couldn't guess what Song Qingming wanted to do. After a while, he looked at Song Qingming and said seriously: "Since you said so, I should do something."

As he spoke, he slowly tore off the belt in front of him, exposing his well-defined chest, and prepared to take off the undershirt he had just put on for a while.

Song Qingming's eyes widened: "What are you doing?!"

"Didn't you always want to draw a small portrait of Wuchang?" Xie Yu smiled and leaned forward.

Song Qingming fell backwards in a panic: "No, no..."

"Nothing?" Xie Yu frowned and looked down at himself, and finally showed a sudden realization, put one hand on the back of Song Qingming's waist to stop him from retreating, and then said in a low voice: "I forgot, Qingming The best thing I can do is to draw pictures of secret operas, but if you want to draw such pictures, I am afraid that I alone can't do it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Qingming raised his hand to cover his mouth tightly, blushed and said slightly annoyed: "Brother, please dress well, I will charge you a lot of money if you want me to draw a picture of a secret play , as for drawing the image of impermanence, I will not bother you."

Xie Yu was startled, his lips pressed against Song Qingming's palm and he said, "You don't paint impermanence anymore?"

Song Qingming smiled triumphantly: "I've already finished the painting."

Xie Yu: "When?"

Song Qingming: "When you don't know...I have something to go out for a while, you wait for me here."

Xie Yu frowned: "Where are you going? I'll accompany you."

Song Qingming quickly pressed his shoulders to prevent him from standing up: "You are injured and need to recuperate, Cheng Zihe will accompany me, and I will be back soon, you can just wait at ease."

Even though he said this, Xie Yu was still a little worried, but before Xie Yu could speak again, Song Qingming trotted to the door and looked at him with a smile: "Xie Yu, I didn't know why I had to draw impermanence before, I was so confused I think I can die without any worries once I am obsessed with it. Now that I know what I really want to do, I want to... strive to live to be a hundred years old for you, and the rest of the time will be with you stay together."

After speaking, he ran out without looking back, leaving only Xie Yu staring blankly at his leaving back.

After a long time, the corners of Xie Yu's lips curled up, looking out the window at the peaceful summer night.

The same dark night, but now waiting for him is no longer a torment...

Outside the Wangxiang Pavilion, Shen Lou was still kneeling on the ground. The medicine given by Chu Yanmeng had long since lost its effect, and he had already recovered into the body of a bull-headed doll.

Even though his body was made of cloth, he still felt sore after kneeling for so long. He tried to stand up, but his legs didn't look like his own at all, and he couldn't move an inch.

With just two words, he was imprisoned here, the more Shen Lou thought about it, the more numb his scalp became.

After a long while, he saw Chu Yanmeng suddenly appear, and walked in front of him holding back a smile.

Seeing Chu Yanmeng, Shen Lou frowned tightly: "Judge Chu? Sure enough, you also know that Song Qingming is..."

He said half of the sentence, because Xie Yu couldn't bring up that person's curse, and he couldn't say the remaining half anyway, so he finally had to give up and asked with a sigh: "Do the rest of the judges know about this?"

Chu Yanmeng smiled and shook his head: "They only know half of it, and I concealed the other half from them."

Shen Lou said in a cold voice: "Chu Yanmeng, as the head of the judge, you have not fulfilled your duties. If that lord has excess emotions after this incident, and can no longer be just, how can you make amends?"

Chu Yanmeng lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time, and finally asked in a deep voice: "Shen Lou, why do you laugh and cry, get angry and fear?"

Shen Lou was taken aback by his question.

Chu Yanmeng continued: "From the very beginning, we have forcibly placed this shackle on him. Even if he can cry, laugh, be angry and fear like you, he may not lose justice...Shen Lou, this The shackles, it's time to take them off."

Shen Lou frowned at her, while Chu Yanmeng's expression was also serious.

After a long while, Chu Yanmeng regained his usual smiling face, picked up Shen Lou who was kneeling on the ground, and squeezed his face: "I have to wrong you for a while, before that lord goes home, I want to make sure that you don't let me go Say a word about this matter."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and disappeared into the dark night with Shen Lou.

Not long after the figures of the two disappeared, two more figures appeared beside the Wangxiang Pavilion.

Song Qingming and Cheng Zihe pushed a small cart up the hillside and stopped in front of Xie Jin's grave. Cheng Zihe bent down to look at the words on the stone tablet, stroked his chin and said casually: "No wonder the daytime I thought the name on the stele looked familiar, but I didn't expect this to be Xie Yu's younger sister."

Song Qingming ignored his words, looked around, and made gestures with his hands, and finally stepped on Xie Jin's grave a step away.

"Just dig here."

Cheng Zihe obediently picked up the shovel in the car, walked over, shoveled it vigorously, and asked while shoveling: "Master, what are we going to do here?"

"Help Xie Yu..." Song Qingming stopped in the middle of speaking, thought for a while and said: "Anyway, he is doing a good deed."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Cheng Zihe stopped asking, and concentrated on digging a hole with him.

After burning an incense stick, the two dug a big hole on the ground. Cheng Zihe had never suffered much since he was a child. It was the first time he did such a tiring physical work. He climbed onto the hole and lay down on the ground. Panting heavily, he said, "Master, it's fine if there are so many people under my command that they won't be able to dig. Just let us rest on the sidelines!"

Song Qingming was still busy at the bottom of the pit, and his voice came up softly: "Only I can do this. I don't have to worry about filling the soil later. You just need to rest at the side."

Just as Cheng Zihe was about to say something, his gaze swept across the starry night sky.

In the previous night, he had only spent time and wine, and this was the first time he looked up at the night sky above his head.

"Master, the stars in the sky are beautiful." Cheng Zihe said loudly.

Hearing his words, Song Qingming also looked up and saw the shimmering stars one by one, and nodded without denying: "It's really beautiful."

Cheng Zihe: "I am very envious of the stars in the sky. Although they are small, each of them emits light with their own power. Unlike me, I don't know how to be alive. When I was young, I also wanted to be a promising person, but I don't seem to be able to do anything well, if it wasn't because my family is rich, I'm afraid no one would take me seriously..."

Song Qingming struggled to climb up from the bottom of the pit, jokingly said: "You can't be a star in the sky, but you can be a gorilla on the ground."

The sadness that Cheng Zihe just felt was instantly dissipated by his words, and he sat up and looked at him and said in annoyance: "You are definitely not the person I saw at the beginning, that person is not like you, if he will definitely comfort me , saying that I will definitely be successful in the future.”

Song Qingming turned his head to look at Cheng Zihe, and his expression was probably really angry.

At first Song Qingming thought that Cheng Zihe was just an ignorant dude, but now he has changed his view of Cheng Zihe a little.

Maybe Cheng Zihe just wanted to be a useful person, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only do those ridiculous things in the end.

Song Qingming turned his head and continued to fill the pit with soil. After a while, he said, "What do you think is promising? Open a prosperous gambling shop like your father? Or become a talented person who has read many books and finally go to Beijing to take an exam?" champion?"

Cheng Zihe pouted and said, "I don't know, but it won't be like me."

Song Qingming: "You are not suitable for opening a gambling shop, and you can't read a lot of books, because you don't have that kind of brain."

The more Cheng Zihe listened, the more angry he became: "You..."

Song Qingming interrupted his voice: "They are them, you are you, and one day you will find something suitable for you to do, no matter how big or small it is, you can do it well, and when you get old, think about it A lifetime of frankness and a clear conscience will be promising."

The people behind were silent.

Song Qingming didn't look back. He buried his head in filling the hole before turning around. When he saw Cheng Zihe behind him, he was startled: "You, why are you crying?!"

Cheng Zihe's face was covered with tears, and he cried ugly. He grinned and shouted: "Sure enough, you are that person...Master! I will follow you forever!"

As he said that, he looked like he was about to rush over.

Song Qingming quickly took a step back: "Don't come here, Xie Yu must know that you are close to me, he will definitely not let you go."

Hearing this, Cheng Zihe stopped and smiled foolishly at Song Qingming.

After finishing the work that was about to be done, Song Qingming wiped the sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, Cheng Zihe was there to help, otherwise it would not have been possible to finish this matter so quickly.

Song Qingming squatted down, raised his hand and stroked the words on the stone tablet, his eyes became more gentle, thinking that this place is quiet, with beautiful scenery, and accompanied by relatives, the owner of the stone tablet should be willing to stay here.

Cheng Zihe looked behind him: "So what you want to do is this..."

Song Qingming came back to his senses, stood up and said: "Okay, let's go back, Xie Yu may have been waiting impatiently."

The Cheng family's carriage was waiting at the bottom of the hillside, and the two walked down with their shovels on their shoulders.

Halfway through, there was a strange and misty music sound from a distance, the suona interspersed with the sound of gongs and drums, it was very festive, but it was creepy to hear.

The more Song Qingming listened to this music, the more familiar it became.

Cheng Zihe shivered and said, "Who's getting married in the middle of the night? It's not too bad luck."

Song Qingming suppressed his voice and said: "No, we have to get out of here quickly!"

After finishing speaking, he dragged the arm of the person beside him and ran down the hillside, but just after running a few steps, a strong wind suddenly blew up around him, flying sand and rocks, making Song Qingming's feet unsteady.

Song Qingming: "Cheng Zihe...absolutely don't...let go!"

After he finished speaking with great effort, a cold voice sounded beside his ear.

"I won't... let go..."

Song Qingming's back tensed immediately, and his neck turned to the right stiffly.

A pale face was close to his ear, and the corners of the blood-red lips stretched to the bottom of the ear, smiling sinisterly, and at this moment his right hand was tightly holding the owner of the grimace.

He let go of his hand in fright, and when he was about to turn around and run forward, his eyes suddenly went dark.

The weird strong wind gradually subsided, and Cheng Zihe, who was walking against the wind, slowly opened his eyes. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly found that there was no one beside him.

"Master!!" He shouted all the way down the hill, until he saw the carriage waiting for them at the bottom of the hill, but Song Qingming was not there.

Cheng Zihe grabbed the driver's shoulder and asked anxiously, "Have you seen my master?"

The coachman shook his head blankly.

Cheng Zihe was in a bad mood, and hurriedly jumped into the carriage: "Quick, go back to Wuwang Township immediately!"

In Wuwang Township, when Xie Yu was trying to get rid of the black air left by the black robe, his heart was suddenly covered with a layer of warmth.

It was the first time I felt this way, and the pain caused by the black air was also much weaker.

He looked at his palm strangely, not knowing what was wrong with him, but he had a faint feeling that something was different.

After a long while, he looked out the window. Song Qingming had been away for almost half an hour. Because of the black energy in his body, he couldn't feel Song Qingming's breath now, which made Xie Yu even more anxious.

Xie Yu secretly thought, when Song Qingming came back, he must seriously correct Song Qingming's definition of 'soon', half an hour is not considered fast.

There was a sound of a carriage sprinting outside the door, thinking that Song Qingming should be back, Xie Yu stood up and walked out.

The carriage was parked outside the house, but only Cheng Zihe got out of the carriage.

Cheng Zihe's expression was ugly, he jumped out of the carriage and saw Xie Yu, and hurriedly said: "It's not good, Master is gone!"

Xie Yu frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you see something that took him away?"

Cheng Zihe: "When we came back, a strong wind suddenly blew up. When the wind stopped, Master disappeared. I didn't even see who took him away!"

When he said this, Cheng Zihe's face became even uglier, as if he was blaming himself.

Knowing that he wasn't lying, Xie Yu thought for a moment, then turned around and walked towards the room where Si Chen was. When he got to the door, he saw that the door was wide open, and there was no sign of Si Chen in the room.

The candles in the room were still burning, and there was no sign of a fight. It seemed that Si Chen was controlled by the evil spirit and left by himself.

Xie Yu's expression became more and more gloomy, but the two disappeared when he was harassed by the black air from the black robe. It seems that this was also planned by the black robe.

Cheng Zihe walked back and forth anxiously behind him: "The little Daoist is gone too, who did it..."

Xie Yu looked around the room, and finally his eyes stopped on the square wooden table in the center. The candle flames on the table danced slightly, and beside it was a teacup that had fallen on its side on the table, and the tea in the cup was spilled all over the table.

There was a faint yin qi around the corner of the table, but it was not like the resentment of other ghosts. The qi was white, and it should be left by ghosts who had not committed any crimes.

Thinking of the jade pendant on Si Chen's waist, Xie Yu walked to the table, and gently stroked his palm on the table, the tea on the table rolled up, first scattered into scattered drops, and then gathered into four words in a blink of an eye .

Yinshan Ghost Grandma.