Zhu He

When Chang Jiaci left the hole last time, he injected the poison of snakes into the eyebrows of Hua Jiandong's maid. Although it didn't enter the lungs, it was enough to make life worse than death. The eyebrows suffered for more than ten days. I would rather someone come Killed herself completely, but no one responded to her. Just when she desperately thought that she would also be trapped in the water and fire in the years to come, the vicious person who poisoned her finally went away. And returned.

Seeing Chang Jiaci who was slowly walking into the cave, his brows were blurred and his eyes were blurred, and he was so thin that he opened his mouth for a long time before he let out a very thin low moan.

"Save, save... me, please... please..."

Chang Jiaci stopped beside her, and slowly squatted down, the face behind the light could not see the expression clearly, only a pair of eyes did not see the slightest wave when they met the appalling woman, only the emptiness and coldness remained.

"Tsk tsk, it's really pitiful... I can make you feel better, but you have to answer a few questions for me, do you want to?" Chang Jiaci asked.

Panting with both eyebrows, he nodded vigorously.

Chang Jiaci was satisfied: "When did you arrive at Jiuning Palace?"

The eyebrows are like gossamer: "The palace... the palace master... the time... when he succeeds to the throne..."

"It's been seven or eight hundred years?" Chang Jiaci pondered, "Did you follow the flowers to see the winter from the beginning?"

Shuangmei continued to nod.

"Do you know that she changed her birth date?"

Chang Jiaci asked this question so that his eyebrows did not move, and his eyes were fixed there, as if he was thinking, but also seemed to be afraid.

Her posture couldn't escape Chang Jiaci's eyes: "Is it because Patriarch Tinghui of Jiuning Palace can predict things like a god, and she asserted that if the horoscope of your palace master is known by outsiders, his life will be lost? So She just used the fake to hide the real, so as not to be harmed by others?"

There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the pair of eyebrows, as if they did not expect that the secret affairs in the palace would be known to the other party, but the eyebrows still did not speak, only watching Chang Jiaci slowly approaching in fear.

"You know that, right? Hanami Dong's birth date before it was changed..."

"I... I don't know... I don't know..." His brows and lips trembled, trying to retreat, but his weak limbs couldn't support his body at all.

"Did you forget? Or don't tell me? Well, it doesn't matter, I can help you," Chang Jiaci looked at his eyebrows, took out a small cup from his arms, and showed it to the other party. Seeing that it was filled with densely packed golden-red worms that looked like ants, Chang Jiaci explained quietly, "This is the 'Skeleton Ant' from Zhushi Island. Do you know why it is called this? Because they like to eat meat." If you put it on livestock or people, it can eat up a cow in about a day, leaving no muscles and internal organs, only clean bones, isn't it very powerful?"

"No...don't...don't..." His eyebrows were hoarse.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let you die, here, I have another good thing here," Chang Jiaci held a black bottle in his other hand and said like a treasure, "This vine juice is specially designed to counteract 'skeletal ants'." ', with it, you can save your life, but there is not much medicine in the bottle, I can only apply it on your vital parts, so that the insects will not dare to eat your heart, liver, spleen, lungs and head... that is, the hands The feet, the eyes, the nose, the other places... Maybe there is no way to take care of them, but it doesn't matter, if you are eaten and turned into white bones, you can grow new flesh. This way you can breed insects, and you can live again. How much good?"

Speaking of which, Chang Jiaci ignored the begging of his eyebrows, happily opened the black porcelain bottle and poured the juice on several vital points of the people on the ground, and then sprinkled the dry bone ants on it, and saw the brightly colored insects as soon as they touched the maid The skin of the skin was burrowed into the skin pores, and the pain caused the eyebrows to roll continuously.

"Help... help!! It hurts... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Chang Jiaci stood there unmoved under such wailing, watching the haggard and withered person gradually become bloody and bloody, and said calmly: "If you want to blame it, blame your amazing Palace Master Hua, If it wasn't for her touching someone who shouldn't be, you wouldn't have to suffer from these flesh and blood... And you are still protecting the person who harmed you here, you shouldn't die, who deserves to die?"

"But, but I really... really don't know..." The eyebrows stilled.

Chang Jiaci said: "Do you think you can go back to Jiuning Palace if you don't tell me? You've been away for so long... Hua Jiandong is suspicious by nature. It is better for a faithful man to be dead."

Her brows froze, her ankles were already a little pale, and she cried out in horror: "The palace master will kill... me, will kill me..."

Chang Jiaci didn't want to hear these things, "Think about it slowly, I'll come back at night."

Seeing that the other party was about to stand up and leave, Shuangmei finally said: "Don't go! You...don't go...I said...I said..."

Chang Jiaci turned his head back with a smile, and under the trembling eyebrows, he just picked up the stones on the ground and began to slowly draw the formation.

A small formation, very concise, he tore off another corner of his clothes, bit his fingertips, wrote the eight characters he heard on it, and then lightly threw the cloth strip into the formation.

Look at those eyes again...

Red light flashes.

Chang Jiaci's face was calm, with only slightly clenched fists showing a trace of emotion.

But the eyebrows on one side were still screaming, and her feet were almost eaten to the bottom by the bone ants.

Chang Jiaci glanced at her in a blink of an eye, and raised his hand slightly: "Okay, I will take the pain for you, you are suffering if you live like this..."

In the daze of her eyebrows, she saw a black and red slippery thing coming out of Chang Jiaci's cuff and coming towards her. She muttered and tried to distinguish something, wanted to say that she didn't want to die... wanted to say that you clearly promised to go around me , But there was no other way, the snake had already slid towards her extremely fast, bared its thin fangs, and pierced her throat with one bite!

Chang Jiaci didn't even look at it, he just said: "Jiaojiao, I've rewarded you, hurry up and finish eating, hurry up and go back, it's getting dark..."

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Dong Qinghe returned to Qinghemen from Jiuning Palace, but there was still no sign of Chang Jiaci. He even wandered around Chenbu Yumiao and Xingbu Shen Yuanxiu, but still failed.

Compared to Yu Miao and Murong Jiaoyang's astonishment, Shen Yuanxiu was surprisingly calm when he saw Dong Qinghe. Knowing that Chang Jiaci was not at the door, Shen Yuanxiu said: "Jiaci just left, he Should be back."

Dong Qinghe looked at him: "Why are you so sure?"

Shen Yuanxiu smiled slightly: "Because he... is still reluctant to part with you."

It was obviously a sentence without beginning or end, but it seemed to speak to Dong Qinghe's heart, inexplicably comforting Dongmen Master's anxiety.

Dong Qinghe nodded, and turned to leave, but was stopped by Shen Yuanxiu again.

"Master... sect master..."

Dong Qinghe turned his head.

Shen Yuanxiu wanted to speak, but his eyes turned to Qiu Muwang who had just entered the door, paused, and shook his head again.

"No, nothing..."

Dong Qinghe glanced at Qiu Muwang, and saw that the other party was also looking at him, and the look in his eyes was a little darker than before.

Dong Qinghe returned to Pianshi Residence and sat alone behind the desk. Qingyi Qingyue seemed to have not had time to come in to tidy up. The table was a little messy, almost all of which were gifted by Chang Jia. Most of his paintings and calligraphy are not well-written. If you look carefully, you can always find some details of burying Dong Qinghe. It seems that they are deliberately placed there to anger him.

Dong Qinghe stretched out his hand to flip through it, thinking that there was something new this time, but in the end he came across a painting, which was not as sharp as before, and with just a few strokes, the scene came alive on the paper.

In an elegant small courtyard, there is a pear tree in the courtyard. A young man stands under the tree and looks up, while a young man sits on the tree and bows his head, looking at each other...

They didn't have a picture of their appearance, but Dong Qinghe seemed to be aware of that figure, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it...

……

"Lian Tang... Lian Tang..."

The distant call resounded in his ears, but he didn't seem to notice it, and still held clumps of soil to bury it at the root of the tree.

"Lian Tang..."

The visitor had come behind him, and when he saw his movement, he stopped.

"The time has come for you to enter the path of reincarnation, Yan Jun asked you to leave quickly."

Lian Tang listened, finally raised his head, and pleaded to the ghost guard who was wearing a black robe, his face was invisible, but his eyes were shining with a faint light: "Please allow me a little longer, just a little while..."

The voice of the ghost messenger was cold: "The reincarnation of yin and yang is a trifling matter! If you miss the slightest bit, your fate will be changed. If it weren't for Lord Yan to see that you have done good in your life, you would not allow you to be reckless here!"

Lian Tang was not intimidated by it, he continued calmly, and said after a while: "Change it, let's change it, if the so-called fate can be reversed in just a short time, it would be great..."

The ghost messenger seemed a little angry: "Then do you think that planting a tree for a while will really change your luck?"

Lian Tang paused: "Maybe I can't change it for a while, but I will always come back. If I fail in one life, I will succeed in the next life..."

The ghost guard stared at his back, and a sneer flashed in his eyes the next moment.

"Forget it, mortals always have some deep attachments in their first life, so that they can't give up after death. However, they often think about it now, and when they come back in the next life, they have new thoughts, and they will naturally forget the previous ones. I think people like you too much……"

As the ghost messenger said, he settled his guess, and simply found a tree to lean against and looked at the idiot coolly, and stopped urging him.

But Lian Tang didn't pay much attention to it from the beginning to the end, just digging and burying the soil, until the sound of the piano rang in his ears.

Gentle and clear, soft to the heart... A trace of trembling hooked his silent mind, making him forget the movements of his hands...

Dong Qinghe suddenly opened his eyes!

Only then did I realize that at some point, I fell asleep lying on the desk with the scribbled drawing under my body, and it was already dark outside.

...Blessing?

Bestow!

Dong Qinghe was startled, remembering that Chang Jiaci hadn't come back yet, he couldn't sit still and planned to search for it, but when he left, he found that something was wrong, the house was not lit, but there was a person half leaning on the couch not far away.

Sensing the familiar breath, Dong Qinghe's heart was relieved, but in the blink of an eye, his chest, which had calmed down a little, was shaken heavily as if someone had punched it!

I saw the person on the couch with loose blue hair, wearing a bright red robe, his reclining posture left his lapel half open, the shimmering moonlight shining lightly, reflecting his slender neck and round shoulders...

Dong Qinghe was startled.

On the other end, Chang Jiaci unknowingly lowered his head halfway, stretched out his hand to fiddle with something, and at the place where the fingertips flicked, the melodious piano sound pattered.

The master of the east gate belatedly saw that there was a piano on the couch, and the golden sound just now was not a hallucination in his dream, but Chang Jiaci's playing?

"Are you awake?" The person on the opposite side suddenly said, but did not raise his head, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

Dong Qinghe stared at him, as if he couldn't bear to break this hazy moment, and sighed softly: "You're back..."

"What? Where do you think I can go?" Chang Jiaci asked, wondering if it was Dong Qinghe's illusion, that voice was extraordinarily soft in the night, as if Chang Jiaci's long hair slid down his shoulders and scratched Dong Qinghe's chest, "Last time I went to pack my sister's things and found that she had hidden a piano, but I forgot to bring it back, so... I went there again today."

Dong Qinghe wanted to say, I also went to Jiuning Palace, why didn't I see you, and why did it take so long to hold the piano?But when the words came to his lips, he didn't say anything.

He didn't speak, but Chang Jiaci laughed and said, "May I play a tune for you?"

Dong Qinghe didn't move, and let the melodious piano sound reverberate in the room again, if at first his thoughts were all on Chang Jiaci's soul-stirring appearance in front of him, but gradually Dong Qinghe's sanity was distracted by the tune in half.

At the beginning, I heard that the two of them were at the wedding banquet in the human world, and the Yaoxiu who was once the master of Huashao Palace pretended to be an ordinary small farmer and played on the stage, but the sound of the piano played by him was like a fairy sound. Merlot, it is as unforgettable as the nine palaces above.But the second time, this piece of music was written by the real Palace Master Hua, it was just an ordinary tune and ordinary fingering, but it completely lost the intoxicating taste.

He once thought about why Chang Jiaci had such superb piano skills, but what came to his mind was the various illusions he had seen in the magic circle on Xingke Mountain that day. I used to be a luthier in my life, but his fate was miserable, and he died tragically because of himself... This made Dong Qinghe stop his reverie immediately, and he didn't want to study it any more.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think too much, Dong Qinghe was completely immersed in this wonderful music, he only felt that he had found the lost and recovered treasure, which made him full of agitation and joy in addition to being amazed.

This person is still by my side, he hasn't left, and he won't leave in the future...

Chang Jiaci stopped after a few gentle kneadings and slow picks, looked up at Dong Qinghe who was walking to the side of the couch step by step, and smiled sweetly.

Laughing so hard that Dong Qinghe's throat tightened.

"Does it sound good?" Chang Jiaci asked softly.