The mountain ghost blows out the lights

There is dead silence in the unclean sea.

Ya Yu helped Feng An to the side and sat down, he had already seen what happened just now, but he didn't want to believe it.The scene of Wushou disappearing at the end replayed in his mind over and over again, Fengqiu, Wushou, Fengan...

Blood and betrayal, madness and mourning.

how so?Why did things become like this?

He listened to every word of Feng An and Feng Qiu, but Ya Yu seemed to have suddenly lost the function of interpreting language, and the erratic worry and shock seemed to tear him in two, half of which kept asking questions, and the other Half just stayed where they were, not moving.

He has many questions to ask, but he doesn't know whom to ask.The person most likely to answer him has disappeared before his eyes out of thin air, turned into a feather, and sank into the boundless sea.

The memories and friendships of so many years turned into fragile castles in the air at that moment, and they collapsed, almost drowning his whole body.

In the end, it turned into a sentence: So... are they all lies?

Shen Lianxing flicked the small crossbow turned into Ming Gui Fan, and said softly, "Is it a clone?"

"It's a clone." Yan Jinping had been observing Fengqiu carefully, and at this moment, holding the cut-off water, he said softly, "Look behind him."

Fengqiu was dressed in pitch black, and the inscribed stele behind him was also black, coupled with the black water of the Unclean Sea, the three of them were so black that they were indistinguishable from one another.

It's just that Yan Jinping observed carefully, and when he reminded, Shen Lianxing saw it too.

From the black wordless tablet, many slender black shadows protruded. They got in from under Fengqiu's robe. They were connected to nowhere, and they were wriggling slowly and indistinctly. .

Like a living insect.

Among these people, Yan Jinping has seen the most. Although he doesn't know what these shadows are for, it doesn't prevent him from thinking through the joints in a moment: "Looking at Fengqiu's appearance, there may be some kind of deal between him and the wordless stele. That stone gave him life ... or something, and he had to pay some kind of offering in return."

What is enshrined, considering those who disappeared in the unclean sea, and the pool of blood surrounding the wordless monument, it is not difficult to guess.

"No matter how he operates it, it's very difficult for him to do it alone. The avatar technique is not a difficult technique. Feng An taught him..."

It's just that ordinary avatars can't last that long, let alone hide it from Feng An's eyes, and have been Jin Yusi's subordinates for so many years.

That little crow named Wushou...

Yan Jinping looked back at Feng An.His wound has gradually stopped bleeding, and the recovery cannot be seen through the clothes, but it probably still hurts.

Feng An was silent, his eyes were blank, he seemed to have thought through a lot of things in an instant, and he seemed to have thought of nothing.

Yan Jinping withdrew his gaze, still staring at Fengqiu cautiously, took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve with one hand, and threw it aside without looking back.

Feng An easily caught it: "Thank you."

"No need." Yan Jinping replied succinctly.

He was somewhat relieved, Feng An could still speak and catch things, that was a good thing.

He raised his voice again: "It's not convenient for him to be alone, Ya Yu, you go and help him."

Ya Yu was still immersed in unbelievable emotions, subconsciously responded, took the bottle in Feng An's hand, and only remembered who gave orders to him just now.

It's just that he really didn't have the energy to worry about what attitude he should use to face Yan Jinping, so he just opened the bottle silently and poured out the gray powder inside.

"Commander Feng." Ya Yu hardly dared to look at Feng An.

"Yeah." Feng An didn't say much, and simply took off the clothes on the upper body, hanging the collar on his arms, and turned his back to him, "Thank you."

Ya Yu finally saw the wound. Feng An's body was not burly, with a slender neck and smooth muscles, which was originally very good-looking.

It's a pity that there are more wounds in that place now, although the blood is no longer bleeding, it is still shocking.

The young man thought silently: After such a thing happened, are you still willing to turn your back on me?

Is this... trust?

He thought again: am I worthy of your trust?

Ya Yu didn't know, and didn't dare to ask, so she pretended not to think about anything, and gently sprinkled the medicinal powder on Feng An's wound.

……

Yan Jinping looked at Fengqiu, and asked bluntly, "What is that thing behind you?"

"As you have seen, this is the so-called 'price'."

Feng Qiu seemed to be waiting for them to figure out the situation, and kept staring at the pool of blood rolling under his feet with great interest. Only then did he raise his eyelids mockingly, and patiently answered Yan Jinping's question.

"The price of longevity, the price of strength."

The young man's voice gradually became hoarse, and the shadows behind knew that they had seen him, so they no longer concealed their existence, and swelled up more and more arrogantly, surging restlessly, setting off cascading waves.

"I'm not like you. I have such unique conditions. If I want something, I have to fight for it myself." Feng Qiu sighed, "Some things, if you don't ask for it yourself, you will have nothing."

It was like this when he wanted Feng An's protection in the past, and it was the same when he wanted to live forever.

Feng An coughed softly in the boat, and spat a mouthful of blood into the sea.

He took the medicine Yan Jinping gave him, and he recovered much faster.Yan Jinping's own body was in tatters, and the medicines he was carrying were all very effective. At least Feng An's wound didn't hurt so much now, and he could even spare some energy to listen to his conversation with Feng Qiu.

Fengqiu really hasn't met a living person who can communicate for a long time. Those people who used to hunt for treasure in the unclean sea are all in the pool of blood now, and none of them can appear in the world whole, let alone such a plan he deliberately arranged. I don't know who to tell about a play.

He knew that they were waiting for Feng An's wound to heal, but anyway, there were only a few of them here, so he was not in a hurry, and he was not hesitant to share his achievements with these few people.

He has waited for so long, and the crimes he committed have rotted and fermented in his heart like mud for too long.Feng Qiu was eager to see Feng An and Yan Jinping's reaction after hearing what he had done.

He wanted to see the shocked and sad faces of these people, which made him feel almost distorted joy from the bottom of his heart.

"I can't leave this ghost thing for too long." The boy patted the surface of the stele back, and introduced in an orderly manner, "It gave me an endless life, and as a price, of course I have to stay within its range Only here."

That's why he created so many clones, because of the addition of the wordless tablet, the clones can be his eyes walking in the world.

Feng An lost his brother Crow for nearly a hundred years.

Feng Qiu was always by his side.

In the name of a common little crow, 'the black head'.

Yan Jinping looked at the child silently, and gradually realized that the never-ending jealousy and fear had almost destroyed his heart.

He was once abandoned by his clansmen, perhaps not only the time Feng An picked him up.

It was like a wound, because they hadn't noticed it, and gradually festered into a huge scar that could never heal.

Yan Jinping never thought that things would develop in this direction.

If I had known this earlier...

He wouldn't have brought Feng An here in the first place.

Yan Jinping's expression was unclear, and he said in a low voice, "You still have Feng An's feathers on you."

It was only after they saw this that they were sure that the spirit guard should belong to Feng Qiu.

If he has no nostalgia for the past, why does he still keep what Feng An gave him?

"Oh, you said that." Feng Qiu didn't seem to care, he lifted his robe and pulled out the feather from his clothes.The feathers were about as long as a human forearm and should have been cut from a longer tail feather.

After all, the Golden Crow is not small, and its tail feathers are even more unusually long. They only have a few of these feathers, and they take off the most beautiful part at the end and only give it to the most important people.

The feathers had been shed from their owners for many years, and they were still brightly colored and glowing with a strange brilliance.

Feng Qiu twirled the feather, shrugged, tilted his head and said, "Because this place is very cold."

"You also know, right? The golden crow's feathers emit heat by themselves." The young man narrowed his eyes, and put his cheek against the feather, showing a contented expression, "I'm only carrying it for warmth. Nothing else."

Yan Jinping let out a 'huh', not sure if he believed it or not.

"This one—Young Master Shen."

Feng Qiu didn't care what he thought.He put away his feathers, turned to Shen Lianxing again, looked up and down the man he saw for the first time in an unclear manner, and said with a sneer: "The thing you are carrying on your body is the seed of Jianmu? It's just an ordinary mortal, but good luck."

Wushou is his avatar, he has been the Golden Feather Guard in Yanjing City for so many years, of course Feng Qiu also knows Shen Lianxing.

Shen Lianxing moved his wooden hand, and said sincerely: "If you regard a broken arm as good luck..."

This thing is convenient, and he has indeed found a way to control it perfectly.But if Shen Lianxing told him, he actually preferred his original, flesh and blood arm.

"What do you know?!" Feng Qiu was very disdainful of this stupid mortal, "Jianmu is the most precious sacred tree in the world. It took thousands of years to bear such a fruit, and no one picked it within three months after it was formed. If you take it, it will corrupt itself. It is such a rare treasure that you can't ask for, and now that it is on you, it means that it agrees with you—don't you feel that there is something different about yourself?"

He looked at Shen Lianxing's arm with fiery eyes, as if he had seen something he had been longing for, a trace of blood appeared on his pale face, he looked more like a living person.

Shen Lianxing raised his eyebrows and said, "You seem to know this very well."

Yan Jinping was contemplating, Feng An was seriously injured, Ya Yu had suffered too much, and had temporarily lost the ability to process information.

He is the only one among these people who has no connection with Fengqiu and Wudu at all, but he can explain Fengqiu's words calmly.

Feng Qiu gave a strange laugh, stared at his arm and said, "You pretended that I didn't think about it?"

The seeds of Jianmu are good things, who wouldn't want them in this world?

He was still Feng An's younger brother at that time, and Yan Jinping would visit them from time to time, so they had a good relationship. Through this line, Feng Qiu also understood many things that he didn't know before.

Fengqiu also went to Langhuan Pavilion, and read the books that Yan Jinping read, and she even wanted to study it more thoroughly.

They thought he was just curious, but who knew, he had already started planning these since then.

At that time, Ji Qingping was still alive, and Bai Ze didn't give everything to bring him back to the world. Jianmu grew up in the Eight Wastes, surrounded by countless evil spirits who hoped to climb it and escape from hell.No one restrained him, so if anyone came along, the little crow could be torn apart.

Jianmu is not Ji Qingping's mischievous kid who can only play tricks, and he can't be expected to be friendly to those who come to ask for his fruit.

Besides...

He didn't know when Jianmu would bear fruit, let alone how effective the fruit would be to him.Feng Qiu cherishes his life very much, he is unwilling to gamble his life on such a thing that does not know whether it will be successful.

Even now, Bai Ze would never allow anyone of unknown origin to approach Ji Qingping.

Shen Lianxing is so lucky. He has a personal relationship with the Laoshan Taoist, and he got the Linlang Pavilion guide that ordinary people can't get, and when he looked for it, he found Yan Jinping, the only one in the world.

If it wasn't for Yan Jinping's flustered idleness and bad mood, and his rare desire to go out for a walk, he might not have agreed to his request.

Coincidentally, the fruit of Jianmu is also within the three-month ripening period

Everything in the world is intertwined, but if there is one thing that cannot be done, it will never be possible to complete it.

It's all cause and effect.

The author says:

Feng An is a good person.

So Boss Yan was so anxious to ask Shen Lianxing to go out, not all because the Yin soldiers made an excuse that night, but because if he didn't hurry to pick the fruit, the fruit might be gone.

I don’t know why the insomnia level is quite outrageous in the past few days... It’s been two consecutive nights orz