Ding Zhou Ji

A ray of sunlight barely squeezed in from the gap at a height of [-] zhang, and the cliffs on both sides stand dangerously like knives and axes.

Xiao Yimo, who returned from the strange green bamboo grove to the mountain valley, was sitting down on the cool and slippery rocky road with his head down, frowning and closing his eyes, rubbing his drowsy head vigorously with his hands.

After a while, when the dizziness subsided slightly, she raised her head and opened her eyes in a daze, but unexpectedly, she was facing a sword point that was about to stab her forehead by a narrow margin.

Xiao Yimo was stunned for a moment, seemingly forgetting to exclaim.

Because the person holding the sword pointing at her along the tip of the sword turned out to be Yin Fuque.

I saw Yin Fuque at this time, standing sideways and coldly, holding a sharp sword with purple cold light flashing and flowing all over his body in one hand; The sound of hunting and hunting in the gust of wind fluttered wantonly; his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and those two eyes that were originally inky revealed a strange purple light; The usual indifference and warmth are completely different from the chill and evil spirit.

Xiao Yimo stared dumbfounded at Yin Fuque, who seemed to be a completely changed person in front of him; and Yin Fuque didn't seem to know Xiao Yimo, he just looked at him coldly with his lavender eyes that didn't have any warmth. squinted at her.

The frozen stillness between the two lasted for an unknown amount of time, and finally dissipated as the strange color in Yin Fuque's eyes gradually receded.

"You..." As soon as Yin Fuque opened his mouth, Yin Fuque seemed to be drained of all his strength in an instant. The hand holding the sword that was originally rock-solid suddenly trembled slightly, and the sword in his hand seemed to suddenly become powerful. It was as heavy as a thousand catties, the tip of the sword suddenly dropped to the ground, and all of his weight was leaning on this thin sharp sword.

He was leaning on the sword with both hands, panting heavily, his face was not only pale but also ashen and lost some luster, and his whole body was already on the verge of falling.

Xiao Yimo saw that he suddenly collapsed like this in the blink of an eye, jumped up and stretched out his hands to support him, and found that his sweat had soaked through his clothes, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong with you? What the hell happened? How did you break through that cloud of black air... Oh, that mountain spirit or some kind of enchantment?..."

Yin Fuque looked at her anxiously.But did not answer her question.Just showed a faint smile.It was very difficult to whisper: "You...it's okay...it's fine...".

Then I couldn't stand it any longer.Falling rapidly in the boundless darkness...

This is a dark void.It also seemed like a black swamp.He was floating here in the air without support or support.Or it is slowly sinking.

Dots of white light gradually appeared around.Take a closer look.But it turned out to be layers upon layers of endless bones.subsequently.These jagged and towering white bones slowly transformed into a pale face with closed eyes.The chapped and bloodless lips were opening and closing to say something to him.

He instinctively didn't want to look.I don't want to hear it either.But that body has almost no strength.At this moment, it was more like being tapped again.cast a spell.Even if you can't move at all.

"Yes. I committed the crime. I owed the debt. Even. I don't know whose blood is flowing on my body.

Well then, let me repay all of this with eternal perdition and punishment that lasts forever!"

So, he completely relaxed his body and closed his eyes gently.

As a result, the falling speed suddenly accelerated, as if one could feel that the thick mud was spreading over his neck and towards his mouth and nose.

Thus, amidst the increasingly intense suffocation, his mind gradually became chaotic.

It would be great if it ended like this...

However, amidst the surging exhaustion and boredom, why is there still a clear and melodious voice?

This is a thin man dressed in commoner clothes, facing the sunset of the grassland every day, expressing his endless yearning for the person who only showed his face all his life.

This is a delicate girl in a pink dress, under the weeping willows by the small river, showing that bright and complacent, clean and translucent smile at him.

This is the sound of the willow flute, and this is "Unknown Song".

No, it can't just end like this.

He had to carry the heavy burden on his shoulders.It is to repay the debt, and also to let that yearning find its final destination.

Moreover, he promised to protect her well; moreover, he promised to be her bodyguard.

As a result, his mind suddenly became clear.

So, he opened his clear eyes, and there was a strange purple light shining in his pupils.

So, he stood up and jumped up, and the sharp sword in his hand let out a long dragon cry.

The swamp, the white bones, the face, the darkness... All of these are like the thick black mist that once surrounded him, under the illumination of the purple light, and amidst the continuous whirling dragon chant, all of these collapsed in an instant and disappeared into thin air. .

Xiao Yimo stood by Yin Fuque's side quietly, holding the small and exquisite green willow flute tightly in his hand.

At this time, instead of the golden sunlight that squeezed in from a ray of sky, it was the cold and faint light of the stars and the moon.This makes the cool humidity at the bottom of the valley all the more bitter and unbearable.

Xiao Yimo tried his best, but he could only half-drag and half-hold Yin Fuque, who was unconscious, to this slightly open and slightly sheltered cliff depression.After that, I had no choice but to keep guarding him until he woke up.

Although she didn't know how Yin Fuque exhausted his true strength, and even collapsed to this point.But judging from what the strange woman in the bamboo forest said, it should have something to do with his forcibly charging the mountain spirit's barrier.

Xiao Yimo couldn't help shivering a little when he thought of his purple eyes and cold evil spirit at that moment.

She stretched out her hand to pick up the long sword that was placed beside Yin Fuque, and looked it over carefully.

The sword body is thin and long, the blade is sharp and sharp, there is no scabbard, and there are no patterns or decorations.What's also strange is that at this moment, the sword is only faintly glowing with the piercing green light that most metal weapons would have, and it doesn't have the shimmering purple splendor that she saw before.

Xiao Yimo gently put the long sword back to its original place, then tilted his head, watching Yin Fuque, who was still asleep, lost in thought.

She had never seen Yin Fuque use any weapon, and she didn't know where this strange sharp sword came from.Just like she never knew that besides the black eyes, there would be such a strange purple in his eyes, she also never knew that he had the ability to fight against mountain spirits and monsters.

She only knew that the Yin Fuque she knew was cynical, elegant and indifferent, but also warm and firm; but she never knew that he would have such a cold and cruel side.

Yin Fuque has gradually become a mystery in her heart, the more she wants to see clearly but the more blurred she is, the more she wants to get closer but the more distant.

"You already have him in your heart, don't you? You've already fallen in love with that kid named Yin outside, haven't you?"

Suddenly, what the woman in the bamboo forest said echoed in Xiao Yimo's ears again, and she quickly covered her hot cheeks with her hands.

"In my heart...in fact...I have had him for a long time...I...already..."

Even if she even thought about it, she was embarrassed to think about it any further, so she buried her whole face deeply between her hands in shame.

Yin Fuque opened his eyes with some difficulty, never thinking that the first thing he saw was Xiao Yimo's shy look.He remained silent, just quietly looking at the hairline on top of her head, at her drooping black hair, at her white fingers...

The sun rises and sets, the moon is full and the moon is short, and the stars move.

These ups and downs that seem to have existed since ancient times, and seem to exist forever, will always just run in a sacred and indifferent manner according to their trajectory, and will never change in the slightest because of the ants and sentient beings in this vast world.

It's just that they don't know who painted the seemingly eternal trajectory.

When the morning light illuminates the earth again, when the sun rises again, at the exit of the canyon with towering cliffs, there are standing two figures whose whole bodies seem to be lightly coated with a layer of golden light.

The girl in the pink dress was supporting the man in the blue shirt and holding a sword in one hand, and looked at the exit that was close at hand: "Didn't it mean that it would take at least five or seven days to cross this canyon? How could it be possible today? Just a few steps away..."

The man in the blue shirt thought for a moment, then smiled and said: "Don't worry, this is obviously not a ghost hitting the wall, so it definitely has nothing to do with ghosts. From my point of view, it seems to be some kind of magic technique like shrinking the ground... Hey, you're not even afraid of demons, are you?"

The girl rolled his eyes at him angrily: "What kind of ghosts and monsters are not as scary as you! According to me, it must be that all the monsters and gods in this Wanjue Mountain are afraid of you, so they cast a spell together , so that you can leave early."

"But you and I are together, why can't it be to send you, the great god, away as soon as possible?"

"Because the person who fought with the mountain spirit yesterday was you, not me! By the way, I haven't asked you yet, how did you get rid of him?"

"Look, I don't even know what kind of mountain spirit that cloud of black mist is... So, you should be more familiar with them!"

"It's my first time here, how could I talk to them...Hey, don't try to change the subject!"

"Ah? What topic?"

"..."

But at this time, there were two wisps of misty mist, one blue and one black, floating in the distance behind them.

If a large beam of sunlight can shine into the damp valley at this moment, then there will be two shadows on the cliff, one is like a snake writhing upright, and the other is like a snake with teeth and claws. tree.

If someone could pass by these two wisps of mist at this moment, they would definitely hear the following conversations:

"Yesterday you asked me to try to stop this kid for a while, but why didn't you tell me his identity in advance? I almost suffered a big loss!"

"Can't you see that his power is sealed? If you didn't force him to jump over the wall, I really can't see that he is that person!"

"Hey, let me say, this kid is so reckless and almost broke through the seal like a desperate Saburo. If I didn't retract my strength quickly, he would have broken his tendons by now, and he kicked his legs to see the King of Hades !"

"Come on, you should say, luckily you escaped faster than a rabbit. Otherwise, you should be the one who annihilated with flying ash!"

"Okay, okay, anyway, even if I lose to him, I won't lose too much if I really say it. By the way, why do you think who is so full and well-fed and ran to seal him?"

"Hmph! It's not like you don't know, there are always too many boring people! Besides, there are black and white, gods and monsters, heaven and earth, and there are many people who want the power in him to sleep forever... However, now that we have made such a mistake, I am afraid that God's brows will wrinkle and his head will hurt, right?"

"Come on, it's none of our business anyway. I have followed your orders, not only did not let the little ones trouble them, but also sent them out of the mountain myself. Now can you let me Has Ansheng been around for a while?"

"Go, go, sleep with your head down, anyway, there's nothing good to watch in this hour and a half."

The black mist gradually disappeared, only the wisp of curling green smoke was still floating there.

A sigh-like murmur that seemed to carry infinite emotion floated in the perennially dim dampness:

"Probably, you will never work as hard as he did for me..."

And finally walked out of the canyon, the man in the blue shirt standing under the rising sun, turned his head and took a deep look at the place that seemed to have awakened some mysterious power in his body...