refuse to be a teacher

In front of the two of them was a wooden square box half the width of a person.The texture is thick and thick, and when you touch it with your hand, you will inevitably have a very closed and depressing touch.

Cheng Bi stood silently beside Yan Jue, wondering about his expression uneasily.

But Yan Jue's eyes were calm, his eyelids drooped slightly, he was staring at the square box in front of him meticulously, and he didn't know what he was thinking alone.

When people face extreme emotional collapse-may cry, laugh, or show various forms of distortion.

However, Yan Jue is different. He always gives people the feeling of being quiet and slow, and he has never experienced too much sadness or pain.

——It seems that such a miserable skeleton just lay down in the box and fell asleep.

Yan Jue didn't say a word, and stood by the side with his head bowed for a long time.After a while, he suddenly poked out his knuckles, as if he wanted to lift the wooden cover of the box.

"Master... Uncle Master!" Cheng Bi hurriedly said, "It's best not...don't touch it with your hands."

Yan Jue paused for a moment, and immediately understood that the living sword clan had a special physique, and even if they were buried in the ground after death, their bones contained extremely strong corrosion.

"Master said that the box containing the human bones has been replaced several times... Every time I leave it here for two or three days, a hole will be burned in the bottom of the box..." Cheng Bi was a little distressed, and at the same time said with a bit of embarrassment, "Uncle Master Look, this... how should we do this?"

Yan Jue was silent for a while, but still stretched out his hand lightly, caressing the wooden box cover, and said after a while: "Change to a thicker box."

"Uh……?"

"When the snow has completely stopped, I'll take him back directly." Yan Jue's eyes were gentle, and then he said indifferently, "The journey will be long by then, and an ordinary wooden box may not be able to last for such a long time."

Cheng Bi was startled: "Go back? Where is Uncle Master planning to go back?"

Yan deceived: "The ancient city of Fangshan."

"So far?" Upon hearing this, Cheng Bi almost jumped up, "With the body of my uncle, how can he withstand such bumps?"

Yan Jue didn't even look at him, but said: "I can't die."

Cheng Bi wanted to say something, but suddenly he heard Yan bully: "It's no good for anyone to stay outside Guli town all the time."

"But Master..."

"Okay." Yan Jue interrupted him softly, "Go out first, leave me alone...stay here for a while."

Cheng Bi was speechless, and when he turned his head and looked into Shang Yan's eyes, although there was no ups and downs on his face, it was gray and cold, which made people feel chills in their hearts.

Cheng Bi didn't dare to continue to disturb him, so he hurriedly opened the door and went out. In such a large, dimly lit empty room, only Yan Jue was left standing there.

It is still snowing outside, and I don't know when it will end.

Once the temperature drops, the room is still that cold.Yan Jue half-covered his lips, and coughed a few times as if he was a little impatient. His strength was gradually exhausted, and he just sat down slowly with his knees hugged, curled up next to the half-width wooden box, as if he could Give him never-ending warmth.

——But he is always awake, and it is difficult to use such a ridiculous way to constantly persuade and paralyze himself, to ignore some foregone facts.

He tilted his head and pressed his side face against the cold edge of the wooden box.Then he closed his eyes and said hoarsely: "...Xue Xiaomao."

"Say, if you are like this now, should I be angry with you?"

"You're such an adult...you never listen to what Master says."

"Even...you can't listen to what I said, then you should fulfill what you promised yourself..."

The light in the room was so dim that Yan Jue looked down at the ground, hearing the sound of falling snow patting against the window lattice.It was rare for him to say so many words in one breath, but he didn't get a reply.

He thought of the winter solstice at the end of the previous year, when Xue Lanyin fed him dumplings while praying for a happy life next year.

He even promised Yan Jue that at this time next year, he would always be by his side.

"But now, the New Year is over, and the Lantern Festival is over..."

"I've been waiting this long alone."

"Xue Xiaomao, when will you... come marry me and go home?"

Yan Jue spoke again, and finally there was a hint of choking in his voice.

He buried his head deep between his knees, his throat was hoarse and dry, and after a long time, he was unable to say any unnecessary words.

At that time, the wind and snow had not stopped outside the window. On the cold spring night just after the fifteenth day, Yan Jue snuggled up to the cold wooden box next to him. He shivered from the cold, but curled his body into countless dark corners, Silence felt the wanton invasion of the unabated cold wave.

——As if in this way, all the pain can be washed away.

So he maintained this state, and sat by the box for most of the day without making a sound, and even at the end his physical strength gradually became exhausted, so he fell asleep with his head on his side.

Anyway, there were not many lights in the room, and no one dared to go in and bother him.Until the second watch, Cheng Bi bit the bullet and knocked on the door lightly outside: "Uncle...Uncle, are you still inside? The old man, Master, is back and said he wants to see you..."

After knocking for a long time, no one came to answer.Cheng Bi was a little anxious: "Uncle, Uncle, Uncle..."

With a creak, the wooden door was pulled open a thin crack.Yan Jue woke up just now, and his face was extremely pale: "...What are you yelling about?"

Cheng Bi didn't dare to call anymore, he just said: "Master Uncle, Master just came back from outside and said he has something to discuss with you."

Yan Jue raised his eyes slightly, and sure enough, he saw that the opposite window was brightly lit.

He stood in front of the door for a long while before slowly saying to Cheng Bi: "Help me there."

"Yes……"

The two stood in front of each other, with their backs against the wind and snow, and opened the wooden door of another house with their heads buried.

The candles in the house were burning slightly, and Yi Shangxian was standing alone in front of the melting snow window.Yue Mo heard the sound of footsteps coming from behind him, he turned his head slightly, and gave Yan Hai a vague look.

The two brothers and sisters faced each other, relatively silent to each other.After a while, it was Yi Shangxian who spoke first: "I heard from Cheng Bi that you plan to go back to the water bamboo forest."

"Ah."

Yan Jue responded lightly, then walked to the table and sat down, taking advantage of the opportunity to pour himself a bowl of tea.

"Nowadays, the north and the south are in chaos. Lingtai Mountain has no owner for a day, and there are constant disputes in the rivers and lakes." Yi Shang said leisurely, "At this time, you are a waste with no cultivation base. Aren't you looking for death when you go out?"

Yan Jue didn't look at him: "Then you stay in Guli Town, waiting to collect Mo Fuqiu's body?"

Yi Shang said leisurely: "Mo Fuqiu is not dead."

Yan Jian raised his eyebrows, then looked up at him.

"Relying solely on medicine, it is estimated that death is not far away." Yi Shangxian said coldly, "It was said before that a new head would be elected, but now two of the three died, and no one stood up to take charge of the overall situation. "

Yan deceived: "Isn't that down?"

"I can't break it. Mo Fuqiu expected that he would not live long." Yi Shangxian said indifferently, "The position of the head has long been decided, and when the new official takes office, the three fires... I will only pick people like you, I can't see Shunyan directly kills them all."

Yan Jue was still calm, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

He also knows a thing or two about what happened in Lingtai Mountain recently while lying in bed.

When Mo Fuqiu woke up and found his wife dead, it is said that he passed out on the spot.

——And the worst thing is that his wife didn't even leave a body behind.

In the end, on the day of Shen Miaozhou's burial, she had to hastily set up a tomb in the depths of Lingtai Mountain.The funeral was simple and incomplete. After all, Mo Fuqiu's own ability was limited, and the family was in a chaotic period, and many complicated affairs were overwhelming, so that he could never breathe.

As for Wen Pianhong...

"On Lingtai Mountain, no one has dared to mention the three characters 'Wen Pianhong'. He collected human blood in Guli town, and the matter of delivering deadly drugs was quickly exposed... Later, Mo Fuqiu sent The place where he lived, including the site where he used to stay, was burned to the point that not even ashes remained."

Yi Shang said leisurely: "In the end, Wen Pianhong made such a big fuss, and he didn't get any benefits... On the contrary, he also lost himself."

Yan Jue lowered his eyelashes, and his eyes were soaked with water mist rising from the cup.

"Who knows? In the end, a person surnamed Cong jumped out. No one would have guessed that he would also be a member of the Living Sword Clan." He said, "From the moment Zhuxiaozhuang came all the way, I haven't lived a single day in peace."

As for the so-called living sword clansmen, there is still no definite news about them.

Holding half of the human skin peeled off from Yun Zhehuan's body, he disappeared without a trace after leaving Lingtai Mountain that day.

"Anyway, if you want to leave, I won't stop you." Yi Shangxian said in a flat tone without any waves, "I have reminded everything that should be reminded. As for the rest, it's up to you."

"know."

Yan Jue closed his eyes and took a sip of tea, then calmly got up and walked towards the threshold again.

The wind and snow outside the courtyard slapped the ground in pieces, and quickly piled up to a depth of nearly half a foot.Yan Jue stepped out, and was chilled by the endless cold wind. Then he lowered his head and began to cough lowly.

——This heavy snow has been falling intermittently for nearly half a month.During this period, Yan Jue didn't go out much, but stayed next to the wooden box containing the remains all day long, staring blankly day after day.

After the snow gradually stopped, he replaced the wooden box with a coffin, held Xue Lanyin's broken bones in his arms, and moved them into it bit by bit.

Even when cleaning up carefully at the end, he also lightly piled up Xue Lanyin's daily clothes, and placed them neatly next to the bones with Ya Lingjian, as if he could still accompany him on the journey. , everything is taken care of.

Speaking of which, the process was actually a bit scary.After all, a dead person's skeleton has been stored for a long time. It is hard for people to imagine what it should look like—not to mention that the living sword clansmen are born with different physiques from ordinary people. When touched, it is inevitable that it will still be slightly hot.

Cheng Bi was standing by the side at that time, staring at him sternly, but Yan Jue refused to let him help.

After all the affairs were dealt with, Yan Jue sent someone to hire a carriage to park in the backyard. The coffin was still quietly placed in the back room, not willing to let it out to be cold.But seeing this, Cheng Bi knew that Yan Jue was determined to leave, and felt a little bit reluctant for no reason.

"Uncle, it's such a mess outside now, aren't you afraid of danger if you go back to the Northern Territory alone?"

One day I got up early in the morning, and it was rare that there was no snow outside.Seeing that Yan Jue was busy packing the package again, Cheng Bi couldn't help but stepped forward and asked.

"Yeah." Yan Jue's face was flat, "I won't wait."

Cheng Bi turned his head to look at Yan Jue, and felt that with such a thin body, it would not be an easy task for him to drag a coffin across the north and south regions by himself.

Cheng Bi pursed his lips, always wanting to say something, trying to persuade people.

But at this time, there was a soft "creak" from the courtyard door not far away, and the two of them turned their eyes sideways, thinking that the visitor would be Yi Shangxian, but they didn't want to be in the snow, but they stood still and the other two were familiar with each other. And a strange figure.