Chunyin

I was discovered by Guangling not long after I was on Liangzi.

To be exact, the two people in the hall should have noticed when I swam in through the crack of the window.Guangling probably saw that I was sneaky and wanted to save me some face, so he didn't poke it immediately, and the frost-faced Xuanming Jun probably didn't care about his business and didn't want to meddle in my own business.In short, these two gods just let me be in the same room with them.

When I came in, the two were sitting opposite each other in the hall. They were meditating to exercise their breath. The lavender streamer lingered around them. I guessed that Lord Xuanming was healing Guangling. I didn't dare to disturb them, so I found a corner and curled up quietly. ——I read the letter from Land and couldn't let it go, so I came to him.

In addition, I also remembered that when I was trapped in Baoluo Daxian's treasure building with Tu Ze, he once said that he deserved my soul, and that I traded it for Guangling's life...

I didn't understand what it meant at the time, and I didn't have time to ask. Today, after reading the letter from the land and contacting the cause and effect, I suddenly had a vague guess in my heart.But how did I harm Guangling?What does this have to do with my destiny?Why did Guangling ask about my destiny?What did he ask?Many questions were clamoring in my mind, and there must be an answer.

For a long time, although I also felt sorry for the passing Izumo, I always felt that people should not be trapped in the past, forgetting is forgetting, so what if you can’t get your soul back, even if you only have a hundred years of memory?I don't have to live in the world of eternal life—the world of mortals is a bit bitter, but I can live on, right?So I can't understand why Guangling is so obsessed with getting back my soul.In my opinion, Guangling is trapped in this kind of obsession, almost losing his mind.

But today, through this letter, I seem to touch a little thread of the past, that long thread that has grown for thousands of years.Then I suddenly realized that if I didn't have these memories, I wouldn't be qualified to discuss right and wrong with him. This is as simple as Xia Chong can't say anything.How long did Guangling live? 3 years? 5 years?The Guangling I am facing has passed such a long time, and I don't even have the ability to understand this concept of time.

Therefore, in the memory that I lost because of my heart, besides those dispensable idle pens, there are also things that I can't forget, must remember, that make Izumo become Izumo, and these things that I didn't care about before are the only things that I can't forget. It is the basis for my understanding of Guangling.

I perched on a beam in a corner of the hall, staring intently at the people below.I'm glad I figured this out, which means I'm closer to him anyway.

However, perhaps because of the presence of Lord Xuanming, the palace was even colder than the icy world outside. After a while, my limbs felt stiff and almost frozen solid.Seeing that it would take some time over there, I was thinking about coming back another day, when I heard Lord Xuan Ming suddenly speak.

"Mr. Guangling, you can't do two things with one mind."

Xuan Mingjun's voice sounded like cold iron hitting ice, and I shivered when I heard it.Then he closed his palms and opened his eyes - this Mingjun's face was like frost and snow, even his eyes were blue, like the surface of a lake covered with a thick layer of ice.

Guangling stopped breathing, sighed first, then raised his voice and said: "Come down."

I'm not sure if he was talking to me, so I just hung on the pillar and didn't move, pretending not to hear.

Guangling continued: "If you want to stay here, there is a cloud quilt on the couch, and there is a heater in the room, so choose a place to stay."

I heard that I knew good from bad, so I moved my body and swam inside.When Xuan Mingjun passed by, he seemed to glance at me disapprovingly.

When I got inside, I lay down on the ground next to the stove, stretched my head out to the door, and still looked at Guangling.The hall was very quiet, and the stove was warming my body, and I couldn't help dozing off after lying on my stomach for a while.I don't know how long it took, but I felt that something was wrong with me in a daze. When I opened my eyes, I saw a black man standing in front of me. When I raised my eyes and took a closer look, I saw that this man was completely black from head to toe, with only his waist hanging. Holding half a jade ring, and a jade bead hanging from his neck, quietly glowing with an icy blue light.

Xuan Mingjun stood in front of me with his hands behind his back, his cold expression made me tremble all over, and I woke up from my sleepiness.

I retracted my head, changed into a human form, and bowed to him respectfully: "I have seen Lord Xuanming."

I suddenly remembered that Guangling seemed to have said that I was "in the nest" - he really has a unique insight, a vast world of heaven, and thousands of gods, I really only dare to fight with him.

Lord Xuanming said, "Are you the little Jiao that staggered Lord Guangling?"

stumble?How do you say that?

I muttered in my heart, neither admitting it nor denying it was right, so I simply avoided answering and asked, "Mr. Xuanming, I don't know about Guangling... No, how is my master's injury?"

This Xuanming has a very special temperament, he is very similar to a gentleman who taught Zhan Guoce in the former Taixue.The husband is not very old, but his temperament is very withdrawn, he speaks few poisonous words and is not popular, and his handwriting is as thin as his own.When I was in Taixue, I was not afraid of anyone, but I was afraid of him.When I saw him, I spontaneously felt an urge to tighten my tail and be a good man.

Xuan Ming glanced at me, snorted inexplicably, then threw up his clothes and sat down beside the table, picked up a cup of tea on the table to play with, I watched the steaming cup of tea quickly freeze in his hands, I couldn't help shrinking my head, and the urge to be a good person became stronger and stronger.

Having played enough, he put down his teacup and said, "Mr. Guangling's injury is very stubborn. Although it is stubborn, if he can retreat and practice for hundreds of years, he will be able to recover."

I felt relieved and said, "That's good."

"That's good?" Xuanming Jun's eyes came flying, and he cut me a glance, "If he is not blocked by you and cannot retreat, why should I go to Feiyun Peak every year?"

I was taken aback for a moment, why was he caught by me and unable to retreat?

Xuan Mingjun said: "I heard that you have been robbed of your soul, and now you only have a hundred years of memory?"

"Yes." I said, "What does this have to do with whether he retreats or not?"

Lord Xuanming said: "It is true that you were the one who invited Tu Ze in time to calm Lord Guangling's spirit with the map of Fuhuang. But later, Lord Guangling's old wound that has not healed for thousands of years is also because of you."

I said, "What does the Divine Lord mean?"

Xuan Mingjun raised the corners of his lips, glanced at me coldly, and said, "That's right, you probably forgot, and I can't blame you." He turned to look at me while talking, "Do you know that in the heavens, gods and immortals It takes a hundred years to travel, travel, retreat, and practice. If Guangling has gone to retreat, where will you be in a hundred years?"

He stared at me and asked, "When he comes back, will you still remember your master?"

I was stunned, and asked: "Jun Xuanming means that Guangling is afraid that I will forget him..."

But in the end I still forgot about him.

He said: "Now you know who held back Lord Guangling."

Xuan Mingjun may have looked down on me and wanted Guangling to get rid of me as an oil bottle, so he spoke very sharply, but it was strange that his words did not hurt me at all.Because now I am convinced that there are many bonds between me and Guangling, this bond surpasses most of the feelings in the world, and its firmness cannot be broken by a few words.

After a moment of silence, I said: "I have forgotten everything before Izumo, so I take the liberty to ask, did Lord Xuanming know why Guangling went mad back then?"

Lord Xuanming frowned and sized me up for a while, then reluctantly opened his mouth: "It was many years after that that I helped Lord Guangling to heal his wounds. I don't know what happened at that time. Fate, he went astray in cultivating the Tao back then, probably because he had a knot in his heart and his luck was not smooth."

"Is there a knot in my heart? What kind of knot?" I asked.

Lord Xuanming probably saw that under the suppression of his words, I not only showed no signs of frustration, but also asked more and more vigorously, he couldn't help being a little annoyed, glared at me and said: "You little Jiao, you not only lost your heart, did you even lose your heart? lost it too?"

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