Jade clear

I may have been a ghost who shouldn't be left in the world.

Song Qingyan thought calmly when he pushed away the coffin that was about to cover him.

He staggered out of the coffin, staggered forward and grabbed a waiter whose face was pale with fright, and asked in a hoarse voice like sand mixed with harshness, "What day is it? ...how long have I been dead?"

The waiter was shaking like a sieve, with black lips and tears streaming down his face: "It's been three days... my lord, please spare my life! The little one hasn't done anything bad, so don't come here to ask for your life, my lord, please forgive me, my lord!" My life!"

The waiter was still crying and howling, pulling his sleeves and squeezing his nose and tears, but Song Qingyan was dazed as if he was listening to the Arabian Nights.

Fang Mengzhi's sincere words sounded slowly in his ears.

"Once I'm upset, I'll cough up blood."

"From now on, only see joy, not sorrow, especially not to be hurt by love."

The sun outside the house was bright and scorching hot, Song Qingyan felt as if he was really cold like a ghost lurking in the dark and couldn't see the light.

When Gu An was in love at the beginning, he confessed word by word with enthusiasm as if it was yesterday: "Qing Yanjun, if you die, I will definitely live longer than you. I am afraid that you will be alone in the world. But it will not be too long, I am afraid that you Alone in the ground alone."

Three days...too late.

Song Qingyan suddenly wanted to laugh.

The so-called moths jumping into the flames will die with no regrets, the so-called fate is cunning and unkind, it is so... so it is.

Heavens...

Song Qingyan violently pushed the waiter away, and ran out desperately, every part of his body was screaming, boiling, telling him that above the three thousand bluestones of heaven and water, there was only there—only there , Gu An who can save him.

The outline of the mountains in the sea of ​​clouds is like an unintentional outline of ink and wash.

Amidst the clouds and mist, the fairy gate on the top of the peak is like a broken pen leaving blank, and a little solitary flying shadow among the green mountains and green waters has left enough Zen.

On the three thousand blue stone steps, Song Qingyan clasped his hands together and bowed devoutly. His forehead touched the ground and the cold air pierced his bones. He stood up and knelt down with difficulty, bowed again.

He seemed to hear thousands of creatures whispering.

What is this person asking for?Survive or die?

How happy is life?Why bother to die?

Life and death, life and death, life and death, there is always no escape, why do they always don't understand?

The people of Tianshui Sect have always ignored the affairs of the world, even if they knelt to death, it would be useless, just step back, step back.

Tianshuizong is also pretentious, hehehe...

Song Qingyan didn't seem to hear anything, he just felt that between the heaven and the earth, the mountains, rocks, plants and trees were all alive, and all greed, ignorance and anger were at peace.

Nothing is more important than him, save him...

Save him, as long as you are willing to save him...

I am a ghost with no beginning and no end. I don't remember all the fooling around in my previous life. I only remember that I promised a person to save him.

Save Gu An... Who did he promise?

At the same time in Tianshui Sect, Yue Qingran, who was holding his breath, suddenly became uneasy, and pinched a few fate-peeping formulas repeatedly in his cuffs.

The jade wind chimes hanging in the halls of Tianshui move when they hear the wind, and in the quaint and dark main hall, 72 copper bells ring continuously.

Cheng Qingli pushed the door open with his sword in hand, Yue Qingran raised his head and asked, "Ali, what happened?"

"Someone is begging on the Three Thousand Stones, but I didn't look carefully, so I don't need to pay attention to it, and it probably won't last long."

Yue Qingran pondered for a while, then asked doubtfully, "It's just a mortal begging for his life, so why do the soul-locking bells all over the mountain have abnormal movements?"

"That's not human, he's probably a wandering soul."

"Go and persuade him to leave, the coldness of Qingshi is not something a soul can bear."

"I'm just going to tell you this. The person that the wandering soul is looking for is probably an old friend." Cheng Qingli pursed his lips, and said in a calm tone: "That Fang Gu'an's horoscope...stopped."

Yue Qingran was also a little dazed: "How could it be? That child... won't do it!" Yue Qingran shook his head, and continued talking to himself: "No, it can't be him, Senior Brother Yan obviously..."

"I intend to go down the mountain to see what happened. You should persuade that wandering soul first."

Cheng Qingli turned around to leave, but Yue Qingran grabbed his sleeve, hesitated and said: "Ali, save him, no matter what, save him, okay?"

Cheng Qingli saw that he didn't speak, and finally said slowly: "I know it well."

Halfway up the mountain, Song Qingyan was still kneeling down obstinately, but his face became more and more ugly, his eyes became loose, and he finally fell on the ground for a long time, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get up.

Song Qingyan clawed at the uneven bluestone slab with his fingers, thinking like a daze, save him, save him, and moved up step by step recklessly.

"Get out!"

On the top of the mountain, a powerful voice came faintly.

Song Qingyan almost wept with joy, endured the severe pain and straightened his body to do a deep obeisance, then lowered his body and pleaded unconsciously and confusedly at the end of the towering blue stone steps.

"Save him, please save him...Fang Gu An, Gu An, immortal save him, immortal..."

"Get out!"

"Save...save him..."

Yue Qingran couldn't be more aggressive when he looked at him, and the spirit power in this floating soul was getting weaker and thinner, no matter how it looked, it would be only a few days.

But it’s another one that’s deeply affectionate.

Feeling pity in his heart, Yue Qingran attached a few spiritual powers to him, so that he could stay for a few more days but he wished, he sighed and said in a dignified voice: "Tian Shuizong's forbidden area, trespassers will die."

Song Qingyan suddenly fell face down on the ground motionless, as if silently resisting.

……

Yue Qingran was bewildered and said... Does this make people dizzy? !

Apologetically, Yue Qingran turned around to order a few younger disciples, waved his hands and said, "Bring me back for a better life." Then, with an inscrutable expression on his face, he pinched his fingers and figured out where to bring him back: "Well... just follow you guys Elder Qingli."

In the imperial city, the inner hall of the East Palace was gloomy, with only a few faint candlelight reflecting Gu An who was lying peacefully on the bed. The orange halo made his pale face not look so haggard.

The imperial physician touched his pulse, which was no longer throbbing at all, with his fingertips. After feeling the pulse, he still put his cold wrist into the cotton quilt, and then shook his head slowly and heavily.

The cold wind swirls and rages into the hall, and the lingering cold wind suddenly pounces on it, almost extinguishing the flickering candles.

Everything was fixed at the time when the candle was about to go out, Cheng Qingli passed through the people with different expressions who were frozen for a moment, walked straight to Fang Gu'an without any hindrance, and looked down at him from top to bottom with an expressionless face , I don’t know what I’m thinking.

As usual, Cheng Qingli stretched out his index finger and pressed Fang Gu'an's eyebrows. For a moment, the light inside the bed curtain that was covered by layers flickered on and off.

Not long after, Cheng Qingli withdrew his hand, and a dense layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

He said in a low voice: "Treasure." Then he exited the hall.

The candles in the hall that were about to be extinguished by the wind flickered violently and brightened again. The imperial doctor only felt that the cold touch of the person on the bed was still lingering on his fingertips, and heard a low cough beside him.

"Your Highness is awake! Your Highness is awake!"

After leaving the door, Cheng Qingli saw several disciples of the sect with jade plaques standing outside the door as if they were waiting for him.

Surprised: "Why are you here?"

"The suzerain sent us to send the man down the mountain back."

Cheng Qingli walked to the door of the inner room next door, and glanced lightly through the open door and the loose bed curtain.

Inexplicably, it feels familiar, but the eyebrows and eyes are not very clear.

Cheng Qingli raised his foot and was about to open the door to enter, when a disciple at the side suddenly raised a jade plaque and said to Cheng Qingli, "Elder, a disciple in the sect sent a message that a spirit fox was found in Nanling!"

Hearing this, Cheng Qingli stopped, turned and left: "Where is Nanling? Come with me!"

The author has something to say:

Song Qingyan: If you dare to kill me, you will die!

Yue Qingran: Senior Brother Yan, whoops~

Song Qingyan: My Gu An is still the most annoying!

Cheng Qingli: Senior Brother Yan, hey, hey, hey~