Bu Tian Gang

When he woke up the next day, as usual, Winter Solstice habitually lay in bed for a while, confirming his position, and then slowly woke up. He casually poked around, but felt a warm body The body couldn't help being startled, and turned his head quickly.

The spacious big bed is enough for two people to lie down. He used to sleep on one side only, leaving the pillow on the other side empty, but now there is a person lying on the empty pillow. The other person has a perfect appearance, but his eyes are closed. , as if tempting others to kiss him awake.

Dong Zhi looked at it for a while, then looked away and looked at the ceiling, but the corners of his mouth could not help but slightly curled up, and the arc became wider and wider.

"What are you laughing at?"

The person next to the pillow woke up at some point, but Long Shen's voice didn't sound sleepy. Maybe he had woken up a long time ago and was just closing his eyes to rest his mind.

"Master, can you pinch me?"

Winter Solstice saw that Long was stunned, and also felt that this request was too strange, coughed lightly and said: "I dreamed about Heavenly Demon on the plane before, I am afraid that everything now is an illusion woven by him..."

Of course, Long Shen didn't follow suit. His response was to give Dong Zhi a kiss, and he finally let go when the other party was almost out of breath.

The damp, hot and sticky atmosphere slowly rose, but Dong Zhi suddenly remembered a serious problem.

"Will lowering your head be contagious?"

"What?" Long Shen didn't understand.

Winter Solstice said embarrassingly, "Infection through kissing."

Because he had heard a saying before that witchcraft is actually a kind of bacteria, which enters the body through the channel of contact between the human body and the outside world, so the same principle as witchcraft should have the same principle.

"will not."

Long Shen didn't know where his apprentice got such a rich imagination, even if it was contagious, he had already kissed so many times last night, and now it was too late.

Dong Zhi blushed, and took the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck: "Then kiss again?"

Long Shen saw the uneasiness in his shyness, so he lowered his head and pecked his lips again.

"Get up?"

Winter Solstice shook his head, looking out at the blue sea and blue sky in the temperature-controlled room, with his favorite person by his side, he just wanted to live forever at this moment.

Long Shen had a rare moment of leisure, and he didn't urge him. The two just cuddled together, quietly leaning against the head of the bed, enjoying the hard-won tender time.

"Master."

"Ah."

"When the Changshou sword is stained with my blood, it will take me into a fantasy world, and let go of everything you have experienced. Is the Changshou sword your avatar?"

"No." Long Shen frowned slightly, he didn't expect Chang Shoujian to have such a situation.

Winter Solstice looked at him: "So it has a spirit?"

Long Shen was silent for a moment: "Did you see the process of my being forged in the illusion?"

Winter Solstice didn't know if this violated Qi Ling's privacy, and was a little uneasy: "I saw it, but I didn't mean it. The time and place of the scenes Chang Shou Jian showed me seem to be random."

"I know." Long Shen didn't blame him, "Then do you remember how I was formed?"

The winter solstice is naturally remembered.

"Aura of mountains and mist, spirit of green wood, ice that connects to the sky, dew without roots, chalcedony from the center of the earth, brilliance of stars, essence of the sun and moon, and the blood of Ou Yezi?"

Long Shen nodded: "These eight things are integrated, and finally refined into my sword body, and after thousands of years, they helped me transform into form, allowing me to decompose my own soul more easily than ordinary people. When you left Beijing, I Inject a ray of spirit into the Changshou Sword, so last time you were dreamed by a demon on the plane, I can sense it."

Dong Zhi also remembered that they had indeed taken the special passage and brought the Chang Shou Sword onto the plane. When he fell asleep, he held the Chang Shou Sword and did not let go.

He shook slightly.

He would never think that Long Shen fell in love with him so early. His master took all the trouble because he was afraid that he would lose his life due to improper training, so he sent this ray of spirit into the sword. To be aware of his situation at any time.

If he hadn't asked about it today, he would never have known about such a method of turning spring wind into rain and moistening things silently.

But is he worthy of Long's deep treatment of him?

"Master, can you take back the spirit?"

Long Shen shook his head, without further explanation, he just said: "No need, it doesn't have much influence on me."

Winter Solstice held his hand, fingers interlocking.

"I think the most correct thing I've done in my life is to hang on to you guys on Changbai Mountain, even though you said it was impossible for me to enter the Special Administrative Bureau, I didn't give up."

Long Shen smiled slightly. He didn't say anything. It was because Dong Zhi refused to give up no matter what, and passed the written test and interview with excellent grades, and he didn't give up on any ordinary person in the zombie simulation training. The idea of ​​accepting apprentices was born.

Maybe since then, he has put the winter solstice in his eyes, but he forgot that the eyes and the heart are connected, so it slowly penetrates from the eyes to the heart.

After lingering for a whole morning, when Dong Zhi's stomach finally protested, Long Shen didn't indulge him anymore, and directly called the hotel dining car to prevent Dong Zhi from staying in bed.

The weather outside the window was fine, the sun was shining brightly, and the sea showed a sparkling brilliance that was completely different from last night. As far as the eye could see, there was a clear boundary between the blue and the light blue, just like him and Long Shen, who were originally like people in two worlds , but eventually become a common part of this sea.

The winter solstice is still a bit regretful. He originally wanted to take Longshen to parasailing and snorkeling, but now his body can't do strenuous exercise at all. In order to avoid sudden angina attacks and die in mid-air while parachuting Trouble, he had no choice but to give up the idea, but fortunately Long Shen didn't feel bored at all, even if the other party stayed in the room for a whole day with his temperament, it would be fine.

After eating, Dong Zhi stretched his waist, sat on the sofa in front of the window, took out the drawing board he brought and started drawing.

Long Shen took a book and read it beside him, feeling a little quiet about time.

Since opening his heart last night, Dong Zhi now wants to kiss and hug each other when he sees him, but he doesn't want Long Shen to feel that he is too sticky, so he looks away after a few glances and focuses on the drawing board.

"Master, do you have any paintings you want?" he asked.

Long Shen thought for a while: "Help me draw a picture of you."

Winter Solstice was taken aback.

Long Shen: "Last time you only drew me."

Winter Solstice smiled and said, "Okay."

The pen moved quickly on the tablet, scribbling and changing, the outline was quickly presented on the computer screen, and the lines were slowly corrected, from draft to line draft, and then to coloring, the sun slid from the top of the head to the other side of the sea level, a The afternoon is spent in the aroma of coffee and tea.

Long Shen raised his eyes and saw that the painting had been completed in sevens and eighties, and only the final finishing touches were missing.

The scene of the Winter Solstice painting is not complicated. It is still in a dark environment. Long Shen and Dong Zhi, Liu Qingbo and Huo Jie are walking forward in twos. In the painting, Longshen is obviously more detailed and attentive. Dongzhi even remembered the details of his clothes at that time, but he looked much rougher when he was painting himself.

Long Shen said: "You paint yourself more carefully."

Winter Solstice smiled: "It's pretty detailed."

Long Shen: "Then when you finish coloring, send the painting to my mailbox."

Winter Solstice agreed, and continued to color the painting. Long Shen's phone rang, and he answered it in his room without avoiding Winter Solstice.

After a while, he hung up the phone and said to Dongzhi: "It's a call from the Northwest Branch. The Vehicle Bureau has come out of retreat. I'm free in two days. We'll go to Xi'an tomorrow."

The winter solstice has been heard by all branches of the Special Administrative Bureau, but only in the literal sense.

It is said that the director of the Northwest Branch is surnamed Che and his name is Bai. After they came out of the underground in Yinchuan last time, the aftermath was handed over to the Northwest Branch. Moreover, Long Shen and Song Zhicun were very relieved to directly put down the pick, and there was no need to stay in the local area to continue Supervision, it can be seen that he has great trust in Chief Cha.

Even Long Shen couldn't find a way to resolve the head-down technique on Dongzhi now, but he thought of going to a sub-bureau chief for help instead of going back to Beijing to find consultants from Zong Ling, Zhang Xiankun and other big bosses. Because of personal feelings, but Long Shen thinks that Director Cha will be more capable.

After staying in the Special Administrative Bureau for a long time, Dong Zhi has gradually understood a rule: it may not be due to lack of ability, so that it cannot be promoted, some are purely due to personal reasons, such as Long Shen, with his qualifications and ability, he could have sat in a higher position .But some people like to get promoted and get rich, and some people like to do things. Long Shen obviously belongs to the latter. He prefers to do it himself. Seeing the world achieve peace in his own hands makes him happier than getting any high-ranking official and rich salary.

The current Chief Che Baiche seems to be the same kind of person.

"Master, is Director Che's mentorship very strong?"

Long Shen said: "He doesn't have a teacher's inheritance, he is a master from a skill."

Although he had expected it long ago, Dongzhi still couldn't help but be surprised. He now knows that most of the spirits that become spirits will have hints in their names. After careful consideration, Mingxian found that there is indeed a connection with Guqin, so what is the origin of this Chief Che Baiche?

He couldn't help but fall into this interesting guess, and asked after a long while: "Is the carriage bureau transformed into a carriage?"

Even if Long Shen was such a serious person, he couldn't help being amused.

"Why don't you guess whether he is a white deer or a white fox?"

Ah yes, that makes sense, Dongzhi frowned and struggled: "Then what does the surname Che mean? It's just random?"

Long Shen: "Most names are named by accident. Some people link their origins with their names just to express a kind of gratitude or commemoration."

Dong Zhi nodded, he knew that Long Shen must be deeply grateful for Ou Yezi in his heart.

"Master, do you know where there is an ancestral hall or tombstone for Ou Yezi to pay homage to? I want to pay my respects to his old man's demeanor, and I will visit him every year in the future."

Long smiled deeply, and held the opponent's hand.

He has never experienced this kind of feeling of being able to perceive his own mind with a single thought. Although it is unfamiliar, there is a slight joy that he can't ignore.

It turns out that this is love.

"No need, everything is empty after death, as long as you have intentions in your heart, the form is not important."

The topic returned to Che Bai, and Long Shen said: "The name of the car bureau is indeed related to the origin, but it is taken from his surname. If the word Xuanyuan is taken from the left, it means Che, and if the word cypress is taken from the right, it means Bai." .”

The blinking speed of Dongzhi's eyes couldn't help but increase. Even if he saw the three-headed python or Wuzhiqi at this moment, he wouldn't be more surprised, because he just learned that the director of the Northwest Branch Bureau turned out to be the Xuanyuan tree planted by the Yellow Emperor himself. Cypress?

In other words, he is about to meet the ancestor of his own nation, the living Xuanyuan Bai?

He already knew that the Special Administration Bureau was hiding dragons and crouching tigers, but when he heard Che Bai's original form with his own ears, it still took him several seconds to digest.

"I've seen some people testify that Xuanyuan cypress was actually planted in the Han Dynasty?"

Long Shen shook his head: "During the Spring and Autumn Period, Ou Yezi and I traveled around the world. At that time, we already had a relationship with the Railway Bureau."

The winter solstice is fascinated, and I think back to the era when heroes gathered and a hundred schools of thought contended. I wish I could have been born thousands of years earlier, even if Long Shen was still a sword at that time.

Long Shen said: "The reason why the head drop technique is regarded as a sorcery is precisely because it is closely related to the person who descends. Even if it is a car situation, it may not be sure to completely resolve it. I just hope that you will not be disappointed when the time comes."

Winter Solstice smiled: "No."

He never dreamed that this feeling could be accepted by Long Shen. Now that this wish has been fulfilled, Dong Zhi suddenly discovered that life and death are actually not so important to him anymore.

Long Shen seemed to see what he was thinking, and his face was slightly gentle: "Also, because of the need to hide our identity due to work, the car bureau was married and had a wife, but his wife died early due to illness. Although you and I have made up our minds, But it's better not to show too much in front of him, so as not to bring up his heartbreak."

The winter solstice is very unexpected: "Can Qi Ling get sick too?"

His idea is very simple, since the car bureau is the spirit of Qi, then those who are with him are also spirits of Qi.

However, Long Shen said: "His wife is an ordinary person."

With these few words, Dong Zhi could make up a thrilling and touching story, but what surprised him even more was that Qi Ling got married. In his opinion, most of them should be as heartless as his master. desire, but it doesn't look like Tang Jing.

Seeing that he hesitated to speak, Long Shen asked, "What do you want to say?"

Winter Solstice couldn't hold back his curiosity: "Aren't all the spirits dedicated to cultivation?"

Long Shen felt very strange about his question: "Since Qi Ling has transformed into form, it naturally also has the seven emotions and six desires, which are no different from ordinary people, but it has a longer life span and cannot bear children."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and then said: "You are not in good health now, so you can't do too much exercise, or you may have an attack. If you want, let's talk about it after lowering your head to resolve it."

Although Long Shen has a calm temper, he is also more open-minded than anyone else, and he is never keen on the behavior of human beings who want to tantalize or refuse.

But Winter Solstice's heart was broken. He wanted to say that he didn't want it, or that he didn't need it, but such an answer seemed very strange, and it seemed to cover up, so his white skin slowly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he looked at the other person. , wanted to defend himself, but was a little ironic, and endured very hard.

Apparently the degree of connection between them was not enough, Long Shen misunderstood his reaction, and suddenly smiled: "Actually, you don't have to have physical contact if you want."

Before Dong Zhi understood what the other party meant, Long Shenshen pointed his eyebrows.

A hot current poured in from between the eyebrows of the winter solstice.

"Close your eyes." Long Shen said.

The winter solstice is unknown, so I still obey.

It was dark all over.

But it suddenly lit up again.

During the winter solstice, I found myself in an empty space, and seemed to be in the ethereal universe, with the breeze rippling everywhere, warm as spring, but as hazy as looking at flowers in the fog, I felt a sense of laziness emerging from my bones, just sleeping As if waking up, he couldn't help but want to stretch, but he felt that he couldn't move, standing on the lonely flower branch, and if he moved, he would be crumbling.

He has become a flower.

It is still in bud, and it is still a flower bud on the branch.

This idea vaguely arises in my heart, my whole body is slightly hot, as if I have been soaking in a hot spring for a long time, and I am getting more and more lazy. The delicate petals are gently touched by fingers, and the sensitivity is instantly transmitted to the nerves, making people shiver involuntarily. It's like breaking out of the ground in spring, slowly stretching under the kiss of the sun, and gently swaying under the caress of the soft wind. He can't refuse this pleasure, even if the hand moves gradually faster, the buds are petal by petal, and the flower buds are pushed out. Break apart.

Gradually, the stamens wrapped in the buds were also exposed to the air, and the sudden heavy rain wet the whole buds. The heavy water almost broke the flower branches, but it also gave enough water to the flowers that were forced to open. Slight pain surged into the perception, but more of it was a feeling of trembling with satisfaction.

The rain gradually subsided, the sound of the rain gradually stopped, and the warm sunshine appeared again, which evaporated the water on the petals, but the rainwater contained in the flower buds was still trembling, warming up, and the sweetness and sweetness like a full stomach The tranquility floods over, gradually submerging all consciousness...

Winter Solstice opened his eyes and found himself lying neatly on the bed with all his clothes, but his face was flushed and his chest fluctuated violently. In the delicate state of laziness.

He gasped, "This is..."

"Spiritual friendship." Long Shen continued.

Spiritual contact has no physical contact, but the symbiosis of ideology, but it can achieve a more intense spiritual pleasure than the body. Dongzhi had seen it in novels before. At that time, he thought it was just a novelist's fantasy. One day, I can experience this feeling for myself.

It may not be possible to describe this feeling with the words of wanting to be immortal. If you have to use a word, the only thing you can think of in the winter solstice is ecstasy.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, as if he had no energy left to look at Long Shen, Long Shen wiped off the sweat on his forehead, but what followed was a dense sense of shame, his face turned red, I can't wait to bury my whole body in the quilt.

Long Shen looked at his fluffy head exposed outside the quilt: "Although the pleasure of spiritual contact is stronger than physical contact, it consumes energy after all, and you can't do it often. If you want, you can do it at most once a week."

"I'm not a stallion with a brain on a sperm!"

The winter solstice couldn't bear it anymore, and the whole person came out of the quilt, protesting strongly, and his flushed face didn't know whether he was angry from embarrassment or bored in the quilt for a long time.

Of course, when he saw Long Shen's meaningful eyes, he knew that the other party was teasing him.

Dong Zhi knew for the first time that his master also had a sense of humor.

……

The good times are always fleeting, but the situation that is about to be faced is unknown and dangerous.

Two days later, they unbooked from the hotel and flew directly to the historic city in the northwest.

The Northwest Branch may be the most formal office among all the branches and offices I have seen in Winter Solstice, because it is located in a small building next to a research institute in the urban area, and the same signboard is hung outside it. , Only when you enter the small building, can you see a small nameplate on the wall, which is written to the Northwest Branch of the Special Administration of the People's Republic of China.

The Chief Che of the Branch Bureau is also completely different from the gray-haired old man imagined in the winter solstice. He is about 50 or [-] years old, with his hair combed back, wearing a Chinese tunic suit, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He looks more like a university professor who teaches and educates people. Not a practitioner.

Facing the chief of the bureau whose age was almost comparable to the civilization of this nation, Dong Zhi dared not neglect in the slightest, and followed Long Shen to salute respectfully and say hello.

Che Bai was kind and amiable, he smiled before saying anything, and there were fine lines at the corners of his eyes. He had already learned the ins and outs from Long Shen, and without wasting much time, he asked Dong Zhi how he felt.

Dongzhi said: "I just vomited blood yesterday, and I haven't had an attack today. I feel fine, but I get tired easily and my hands and feet feel weak."

Che Bai felt his pulse, pondered for a moment, and frowned slightly.

"This is not a simple head-dropping technique. I'm afraid the Heavenly Demon has imposed some kind of restriction through the head-dropping technique, so it's hard to solve."

It was the first time Dong Zhi heard of this statement, but Long Shen's expression was not surprised, obviously he knew it long ago.

"Yes, that's why I can only ask you, Mr. Che, for help."

Che Bai sighed: "Ten years ago, I would have been sure, but now that I'm near the end of my life, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it, so I'll try it first."

Long Shen grimaced: "We can find another way."

Che Bai smiled and said: "It's okay, life is fixed by God, and it cannot be saved by manpower. It has nothing to do with helping you or not. Come on, Winter Solstice, you sit down, just close your eyes and relax as you usually do when you adjust your breath and practice kung fu."

Dongzhi Yiyan sat cross-legged and closed his eyes on the sofa, practicing the familiar breathing skills as usual, and quickly forgot about Long Shen and Che Bai beside him.

At this time, Che Bai took out a small bottle, opened the cork, and put it under Dong Zhi's nose. A light smoke rose from the mouth of the bottle, and quickly slipped into Dong Zhi's nasal cavity.

There was a subtle change in his expression.

"Open your eyes." He heard Che Bai say.

The winter solstice slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a dense jungle that almost covered the sky. The sun above his head was fierce, but the soil exuded a damp smell. It may have just rained not long ago. These plants are also very characteristic, which makes people feel When you see it, you think of the tropics.

"Move forward."

Che Bai's voice sounded, but Dong Zhi looked around and saw no one, so he collected himself and continued to move forward.

He realizes that he is not an entity at this moment, but more like a ghost passing through time and space. The branches and leaves of the grass and trees are still rustling in the sun despite his indomitable progress, and they support a shade for the soil.