I didn't expect you to be such an onmyoji.

The fire in Xintai Forest centered on the old banyan tree, and spread rapidly to all directions until it reached the edge of the barrier at the foot of Heiye Mountain. Remnants of branches that are still warm, step into the forest and search for living things.

The vicinity of Heiye Mountain has long been uninhabited, but after the onmyoji rescued the boy from the fire, the rest of the people are afraid that the mountain people from other areas will come here to hunt, and the sudden fire will cause disasters.However, after the fire engulfed the Xintai Forest, it was in ruins. People searched for several days, but still did not find any living things. They could only find the same charred corpses of animals in a mess that had been burned to charcoal.

This vibrant Xintai forest disappeared, leaving only a scene of embarrassment after the fire.

The heavy rain was pouring down, and the sky seemed to be coated with a layer of dark gray haze. Against the green smoke that rose straight after the fire was extinguished, it was a slightly bleak scene.Under the collapsed charred tree, there were still a few sparks flickering, as if after the heavy rain, this spark would grow stronger again and continue to sweep across the ashes of the ruins.

Yuan Dongshi stood in front of the black night mountain barrier.

Hei Qingming woke up faintly before the fire was extinguished. His slightly opened golden pupils reflected the exhausted flames. He didn't check carefully, so he let out a self-deprecating laugh and stood up. Come, turn your head, and staggered towards the Black Night Mountain.

And at that time, Ge Ye was buried in the sea of ​​flames, together with those branches that were quietly burning without a single groan.

After the fire was extinguished, all that could be seen was scorched black, and the once dense and verdant Xintai Forest was not seen at all.

Yuan Dongshi sighed, and when he was about to turn around, he suddenly heard an extremely loud drumbeat, only a short sound, but it shattered the dead silence in the ruins that made people feel throat tight, Before Yuan Dongshi looked up, she heard the crisp sound of a branch being trampled, and a light orange figure jumped in front of her eyes, and then she heard a slightly immature voice: "Master Yimulian, They're all dead."

Yuan Dongshi took a step forward, and looked carefully, but saw a creature with human antlers standing not far in front of him. The figure was still petite, with short fluffy hair, and only a small antler protruded from the forehead. Little Jianer, with a small drum on his waist and a small drumstick in his hand, he seems to be a young deer boy.

He stepped in front of a broken tree stump, looked down, then frowned and sighed, then turned his head and said, "Grandpa Songshan died too..."

Yuan Dongshi followed her line of sight, only saw the corner of the flying white robe, the young man surrounded by red dragons couldn't see the side face, his long hair moved without wind, and he felt a difference before he got close The momentum of ordinary people.

The two monsters seem to be searching for survivors in the ruins after the fire. The little deer man has four quick hooves, bouncing and jumping in front of him, and his pace seems to be unhurried. However, if you observe carefully, you can still feel the faint anxiety .

Yuan Dongshi thought for a while, then raised his feet, and followed the deer man and Yimulian to the front, but before walking very far, the deer man who was walking in the front paused, then turned around and rushed to Yimulian Behind him, he said in surprise, "There is someone in front!"

Yimulian just looked at it quietly for a while, and said, "Onmyoji."

He stroked the back of the little deer man's head in a comforting manner, and then said, "Are you still afraid?"

The little deer man rubbed his palm and nodded: "Yeah."

"Then leave first, these onmyojis should be here to search for survivors." Yimu Lian said.

The two monsters turned around and were about to leave when the sound of footsteps came from the other side. The sound was slow and light, and a little staggering, as if they were afraid that the footsteps would disturb the sleeping soul in the forest, or as if their legs had already Tired and unable to support the crumbling of the body.Yuan Dongshi looked over there, and Xiao Luman's ears moved, and he turned his head over there too.

Behind the scorched tree turned a handsome middle-aged man in black straight clothes. He also wore a fringed crown on his head, but the black color did not resemble the solemnity of the person in front of the Qingliang Temple, but rather the mourning of a newly mourned family member. .

He was holding a boy with a bun in a bun. The boy was also wearing a black straight shirt. His face was a little pale, and his black pupils were bloodshot. He held the burned tree trunk with one hand and looked at Yimulian and Xiaolu Male, there is no panic on the face of humans when they first saw a monster, there is no fluctuation in the black pupils, and there is a dead air that makes people feel cold.

Except for the slightly upturned, fox-like corners of his eyes, which made his eyes a little more vivid.

Yuan Dongshi moved his fingers slightly.

It turned out to be Seimei.

"Excuse me..." The man looked at the two monsters, "Have you ever seen the white fox Ge Ye who lives here..."

The little deer boy looked at him, then at the young boy Qingming who was led by him, his eyes were a little strange: "You..."

He just uttered a word, and said with a glance: "All the monsters living in this forest have died here."

His voice was still flat and low, without any emotion.

The man's eyes widened suddenly, and even his hands trembled a little. Only Qingming, who was still young, looked up at the scorched blackness around him, his eye sockets became redder, but he lowered his head again and remained silent.

The man turned around and left with Qingming, his tall back was already a little hunched, like an old man who has entered his twilight years, Yuan Dongshi stood in the same place with the two monsters, watching the two figures, one big and one small gradually fade away. away.

At this time, the rain gradually subsided, and the field of vision became clearer. Yuan Dongshi only felt a blue-purple light flashed out of the corner of her eye. Before she could see it, the little deer man shouted: "You dropped something!"

He bent down and picked up a small and exquisite blue-purple object from the ruins, and ran towards Qingming with four hooves. At this time, Qingming also turned his head, just in time to see the dark purple butterfly in his high-raised hand hair accessories.

Yuan Dongshi watched the little deer man put the butterfly hair ornament in Qingming's palm, stomped his front hoof a little irritably, and said, "You forgot something, and you will remember it later."

Qingming looked at the butterfly hair ornament in his hand, but remained silent.

The little deer man looked back at Yimulian, then turned his head to look at Qingming, and said, "You will definitely remember it one day."

The little deer man's voice could not be heard clearly through the heavy rain curtain. Yuan Dongshi was taking a step towards that side, and the butterfly hair ornament in Qingming's hand gave off another dazzling light, which seemed to illuminate the dark rainy day. Translucent, the butterfly flapped its wings and flew through the rain curtain, carrying layers of flame-like red, sweeping towards Yuandong Persimmon, Yuandong Persimmon was stung by the light and closed his eyes reflexively, He blocked the light in front of him with his elbow.

A gust of warm wind brushed against her bare arms, brushing up the broken hair at her temples.

There were a few pleasant silver bells ringing in my ears, with a somewhat familiar charm.

Yuan Dongshi slowly put down the arm covering her eyes, the dim warm light under the eaves brushed her slightly trembling eyelashes, and reflected in her eyes, together with the lazy but full of eyes leaning against the pillar of the porch. Contradictory elegant figure.

Yuan Dongshi stared blankly at the figure pouring wine gracefully and deftly, holding the wine bowl, shaking it gently, lowering his head and taking a sip, the chirping of summer cicadas in the courtyard, and the occasional warm wind blowing, bringing The bell on the porch eaves rang softly.

"This time I went to Heiye Mountain to investigate, it should be the third time I have gone." The voice was low and elegant, with a hint of a faint smile.

"The third time?" The clear female voice was emotionally distant, as if it was just a casual question.

"The first time, I went to Xintai Forest with my mother and wanted to meet her, but I didn't see her. The second time, after the fire in Xintai Forest, I followed my father to collect her remains, but I still didn't find her. The third time ..."

"So, what have you figured out, that you actually want to set foot in a place you no longer want to go to?"

"The change in the Black Night Mountain, guided by astrology, seems to be related to me."

The female voice was silent for a long time, and there was a short tapping sound of porcelain bowls in the middle, as if two people were clinking glasses lightly.After a long time, the female voice said, "Shall I tell you a story?"

The male voice laughed and said, "Isn't there a price to pay for listening to your story? I'm so poor that I can't even afford to change the gate of the courtyard."

The female voice sneered and did not refute, but continued: "You know that I became a monster from that fire, right?"

"The Xintai forest fire really destroyed a lot, but also made a lot."

"I was supposed to be just a human woman who died in the fire, and even her soul was almost shattered by the fire, and then a person, a girl covered in fire, shed blood on my scorched chest. A tear."

The male voice groaned, "A tear?"

"That tear was not for me, but it made me, whose soul was on the verge of being crushed, find some comfort in the fire. So I lost my mortal body and became a monster."

The man smiled: "One drop of tears made a famous monster, that girl must not be a mortal."

"Not a mortal, a girl from an unspeakable place who lives outside the stars."

"So miraculous, did she survive?"

"Dead. On my body, it turned into a scorched corpse."

The wind blows on the face with the heat of summer, making the cicadas in the courtyard appear distant and near.

"She was willing to be consumed by fire in order to save one person."

"But there is no such person in the records of the Xintai forest fire."

The woman smiled: "There is not in the record, but there will always be in someone's heart, the paper will turn yellow, and the ink marks will fade, but monsters are immortal, and the person engraved in the heart will never die in the long years." Even if I forget it now, when I think about it later, it will be more profound and painful than before.”

"I don't know that the famous Qing Xingdeng has such a story."

"Are you surprised?"

"Surprised." The man laughed, "So you have to pay the price."

He took out a blue-purple butterfly hair ornament from his arms, and handed it to the woman sitting beside the lamp.

"This is?"

"My mother's relic."

"Abe Seimei-sama is actually willing to give your mother's relics as a gift to youkai?"

"Heh." He smiled, but there was a hint of self-mockery in his laughter, "It can be said that it is my parents' promise, follow the direction where the butterfly flies, and you can find the person in your heart. But I have been an onmyoji for a long time, and I have seen many monsters fighting, and my heart is so dirty, I feel that this kind of bondage is just vulgar. A pot of Hachiman's sake will satisfy me."

The woman sitting on the lamp smiled: "It is said that you are pure-hearted, but it makes people want to beat you. No wonder the nobles in Beijing gnashed their teeth when they mentioned you."

Qingming smiled: "It's okay."

"Forget it, I'll receive it for you for now." The woman said, holding the hair ornament in her palm.

The light butterfly wings trembled slightly. The next moment, the blue-purple butterfly fluttered and flew into Yuandong Shi's eyes. Watching the butterfly come with red light, fly around her, and then fly forward again, Yuan Dongshi followed without thinking, the sound of the silver bell became more and more urgent, and then suddenly became quiet, which made people feel My mind was dizzy.

In the brightest place ahead, a faint shadow appeared.

Yuan Dongshi paused for a while, then accelerated and walked forward, her vision became more and more blurred, but the figure became more and more clear in her mind, until she smelled the familiar fragrance of mustard flowers, which had been hazy in her mind. The mist in her eyes finally condensed into a tear, which slid down from the corner of her eye.

"Your name is Yuandongshi."

The voice said, the corners of the person's eyes slightly raised, and her face full of tears was reflected in the black pupils.

Ugly.

Yuan Dongshi covered his face.

She should watch more Qiong Yao dramas to see how other people cry.