Spring copy

More than ten days later, in a decent Miaojiang inn, the one-armed national teacher knocked on the door of a large room on the left.

It was dark and moonless, but Mo Ya in the room did not turn on the lamp, leaning against the corner of the wall, watching the foggy sky through the window.

"Master asked me to deliver medicine to you."

After entering the door, he put the medicine bowl on the table.

Mo Ya raised the corners of his lips inexplicably, looked at his broken arm, and smiled slightly.

"I know what you're laughing at." The national teacher came over, polished the flint and lit the lamp: "I'm not cheap, I follow my master because I like him."

Mo Ya's smile deepened.

"It doesn't matter whether he likes me or not, anyway, I am willing!" The national teacher's face was pale, and his eyes were burning: "Master wants you to drink medicine, and said that if you don't drink it, he has plenty of ways to make you drink it."

Mo Ya picked up the bowl without protesting, and drank the medicine in two or three gulps.

The medicine rolled in his stomach, and he needed a lot of strength to suppress it.

More than ten days have passed, and his burnt trachea and stomach have not shown any signs of recovery. No matter what it is, it will cause trouble in the stomach.

Moreover, the vision of both eyes is still blurred, and everything looks like a layer of veil, with extremely low pixels.

When the soul eye was injured, the first is blurred vision, the second is the decline in resilience, and then what else, Mo Ya doesn't know.

What he can do now is to make Tienhui think that the air-taste presented by the national teacher is too aggressive, and that something that was supposed to help sex now wants his life.

This trick seems to be working, as can be clearly seen from the recent situation of the National Teacher.

"I don't know if I die, what will happen to you?"

Rarely, Mo Ya found that he had developed a kind heart.

"Not much." The national teacher poked his head, but his face was pale.

"It seems that your master has gone out, will he turn around in a while?"

"You want me to run away? Then why don't you run away yourself? It seems that you are living a worse life than me by the master's side."

"If I escape, he will try his best to find me and implicate innocent people."

"What do you mean, if I run away, the master won't care about it?!" The national teacher raised his head, his voice became higher and higher because he had no confidence.

"I bet, if you die, your master will only take one look at you, just one look, never more, and will never bother to dig a hole to bury you."

The national teacher was speechless, his chest heaved violently, his breathing gradually scratched his trachea, with unwillingness.

"I..." He started, wanting to say something tough, but felt that it would make him appear weaker, so he kept silent, opened the wooden door with one arm, and stepped out of the room with a "bang".

Mo Ya was the only one left in the room.

Holding the medicine bowl, he vomited out the stuff in his stomach. There was blood, but not much. There was about half of the bowl including the medicine.

If you drink it again and spit it out, there is only half a bowl.

After drinking like this three or four times, most of the medicine is gone.

Mo Ya gave up the remaining half of the bowl, put his head on the corner of the table, and held his breath.

As long as he doesn't breathe, the pain in the trachea and stomach will ease, and the medicine may be absorbed and allow him to recover.

But if you don't breathe for a long time, you will be short of oxygen and your reaction will be a little sluggish.

For example, a drunk man came in at the door, wearing such a signature peacock green, with a pale face, and he didn't realize it was Bai Ze until he walked up to him.

"Hello." Walking up to him, Bai Ze collapsed on the stool like mud, with a big tongue: "Why are you the only one here, where is the Tilia Society? Where did that guy go?"

"you're drunk."

"Oh. I went to steal some poisoned wine from someone's house to drink, but I didn't know that the poison was not good, but the wine was very good, so I drank... a little... too much. What about the Lime Society, where did he go?"

"Forging a sword."

"Oh, yes, he went to forge swords. He took Qingluan's tendon and you broke it. I guess he can only forge two short swords." Bai Ze murmured, pressing his face against the table, and after a while, His face fell down.

"I'm sorry." Probably because he drank too much poisoned wine, he saw Qingluan who seemed to be right in front of him, wearing a sky-blue robe, no matter what he looked at, he would tilt his head.

Those of the Bird Clan, no matter how long they have practiced, will retain their innocence, they are prone to joy and sorrow, and they prefer to sing.

And Qingluan's voice, even in the Bird Clan, is outstanding and astonishing.

When he sings joy, it means that the spring flowers are all blooming and blurred;

"In the future, if I am going to die, you have to sing a song to cross my soul."

When Bai Ze first appeared in the world, the first "person" he saw was Qing Luan, and what he was thinking about was how to die.

Qingluan is an idler, so he answered "Oh" leisurely.

If this was considered a promise, then the price he paid for keeping this promise was really too high.

Because Bai Ze was born with supernatural powers, he could communicate with the spirits of heaven and earth, and knew the shortages of all beasts, and God took pity on him and gave him an immortal body.

And he is not greedy, the only condition to keep up with God's exchange is to have Qingluan accompany him and listen to him sing every day.

So God took pity on Qingluan and gave Qingluan an immortal body.

Bai Ze was naive, thinking that the two of them would last forever, so he carefully drew a picture of Bai Ze for the gods.

1000 years, 2000 years..., time seems to flow, gradually, Bai Ze began to get tired of this so-called longevity.

Because the spiritual orifice is always opened at the time of death and life, it is getting more and more difficult for him to draw the Bai Zetu, and he often needs to commit suicide. Only when he is reborn after death can he suddenly think of something.

After trying various ways of dying, he began to feel tired, and felt that waking up was so unnecessary, every time he had to try his best to force himself to barely open his eyes.

Fortunately, he still has Qingluan.

Every time he wakes up, Qingluan will mostly be beside him, tilting his head, looking at him still full of curiosity.

"Have you crossed my soul?" Every time, he asked this question.

"Crossing." Every time, Qingluan answered seriously.

"I didn't hear it."

So Qingluan would hug him and sing the tune of crossing the soul to him again.

At first the tone changed, but gradually it became fixed.

The long-distance tune, like the breeze blowing through the door curtain, swirls in the small room, gradually giving birth to a sweet fragrance.

They embraced each other, Bai Ze came back from the dead again and again, Qing Luan sang this soul-crossing tune over and over again, never saying it, but they all had a growing expectation that this would be the last time.

The tune is famous, called Chunchao.

Qingluan said, what is spring, it is awakening in every way, it is melting snow and ice, it is the new green of willow branches, it is not guessing or doubting, it is never leaving, it is traveling thousands of miles, and there is you in the end.

"The soul of a person does not go to the River of Death first, but the place where he misses joy the most. Therefore, before death, he will feel warm and feel that after traveling thousands of miles, he finally found spring."

Holding Bai Ze in his arms, when Qing Luan said these things, he often felt yearning.

Most of Bai Ze can't speak.

Probably because he is a different kind, every time before he dies, he doesn't feel warm. No matter how Qingluan sings "Chun Chao" over and over again, he just feels cold and confused, like standing barefoot in the boundless in the center of Baishui.

He didn't want to tell Qingluan about this, he just raised his head and asked Qingluan to sing some joyful songs.

Qingluan then sang, wearing a sky-blue shirt, pillowed on a clear blue sky, her cheeks were clean, not even a single black hair, year after year, she sang to Bai Ze one after another for 3000 years.

When he stopped turning into a beast, Bai Ze no longer remembered, only that his cultivation was advanced, and he would always be like this from now on.

He looks like he is in his 20s, with a round face and slightly upturned nose, which he likes very much.

So one day, when he suddenly saw his real body, he felt his heart suddenly hang in the air, and immediately fell into the glacier again.

That's what it looks like.

Qingluan, the legendary divine bird, has lost all its feathers, its limbs are stiff, and it is described as decayed. Standing there, it looks like a long-weathered mummy.

It turned out that he was just a demon, and demons would grow old and get sick, but what the benevolent God bestowed on him was immortality.

The harpy who lived for 3000 years, suffered from almost all terminal illnesses in the world, and became old and petrified, but still turned into the way he likes, singing to him the spring song of melting ice and snow day by day.

"You must be afraid of my appearance. Bai Ze, it's not that I insist on accompanying you, but I don't know what would happen to you without me."

When saying these words, Qingluan did not take human form again.

Bai Ze was insane at the time, unable to speak or shed tears, for a moment it was as if his soul had been withdrawn, and he was no longer himself.

"Fortunately, my voice is not old. I made a fragment. If I am no longer here, you can use it to cross your soul. In this way, I will do what I said, and I didn't lie to you."

After a while, Qingluan spoke softly again, and walked over slowly, although she was old and decayed, she still tilted her head, looking at Bai Ze with a slight sense of amazement, just like seeing him in spring for the first time.

"Qingluan, I will definitely fulfill your wish!"

In the end, Bai Ze had nothing to rely on, so he had no choice but to coax himself, said the sentence again with his tongue widened, and reached out his hand to reach the water glass in front of Mo Ya.

The cup was empty, so Mo Ya picked up the teapot and slowly poured tea for him, while softly saying, "Wish, what wish does he have?"

Bai Ze had indeed drunk a lot, holding a cup but couldn't find his mouth, lying on the edge of the table, laughing messily, "His wish, I won't tell you..., it's against the sky!"

"I want those people above to know that it's not anyone's fate that can be decided on a whim!" He then added, the teacup finally found its mouth, and drank the tea in one go.

"Who are the people above?"

"You're playing tricks on me, I know." Bai Ze pushed the cup over again, looked at him drunkenly, and Qingluan tilted his head like that: "I can tell you, as long as you tell me, why did you jump off the cliff?"

Mo Ya was taken aback, and the breath that had been held in for a long time was slowly let out, passing through the internal cavity, and the pain was like burning.

"Because being humiliated by Tilia?"

"Because you want to lie to Nasuza like that?"

"Or is it because everything overlaps, making you feel that living is so tiring that you, Mo Ya, can't bear it?"

After being asked all the way, Mo Ya breathed out again slowly, and said, "Yes. At that time, I just didn't want to live anymore, and I didn't think so much. Impulsive and weak, I was still a mortal body after all."

"Then what if you've been tired for a thousand years?" Bai Ze seemed to be awake again at this moment, and came forward aggressively.

"Tired for thousands of years, is it you or Qingluan?"

"It's all." Bai Ze grabbed his hand: "I'm not afraid to tell you that there is a door that can travel through time and space. It's called the eighth door. Back then when Tai Sui was sealed, the soul of Pixiu couldn't be shattered after death. , was sent into the eighth gate by the gods, and reincarnated as Zuo Nan. It was Qingluan who called him back in front of that door, but he was already exhausted at that time, and something went wrong, so he couldn't call him back body, only recalled his soul."

"what about me?"

"You are a resentful couple. Tai Sui and Pixiu are also resentful couples. You are the most suitable body for Tai Sui."

"And Tai Sui was locked at the ninth gate, so you guys tricked me into making the monk open the door willingly."

"He is the Moonlight King, and he has been entangled with you for life and life. It's not a small amount to dig a heart for you."

"Moonlight King?"

Bai Ze was taken aback for a moment, and when he reached this crucial point, he stopped talking, let go of his hand, returned to his drunken state, got up, and staggered out, "Okay, that's all I need to say. You just need to know, You came here to fulfill Qingluan's wish, this is your destiny, there is no chance at all."