Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

A hut with a bamboo fence, light smoke and decaying grass.

Two white linen cloths were hung on the tree in front of the small thatched courtyard, and the crying of women could be faintly heard in the courtyard. Three or two farmers passed by the door carrying water, looked at his family and shook their heads and said: "It's a pity for the Zhang family boy, but It fell into the backwater, and when I came back, I couldn’t get sick, and it just disappeared..."

"You don't know, this kid was born dumb, and he doesn't work well here. He didn't learn to walk until he was six years old." He pointed to the side of his head, "It is said that he has a weak disease in the womb, and he has been seriously ill since he was a child. Constantly suffering from minor illnesses is a fate borrowed from God, and now that the time has come, I have to go with the God of the River."

"Oh, stop talking." The two hurriedly left the front of Zhang's house.

It was getting dark, and at this moment, a person came rustlingly from the fields, holding a hexagonal heron lantern, and pushed open the bamboo fence gate of the small courtyard.

The visitor was wearing a veiled hat, the upper half of his face was covered by a circle of white gauze, only a pale and thin chin was exposed, but his figure was slender and handsome, making Xiao Yihe recognize it at a glance - it was Xue Xuanwei.

...Xue Xuanwei when he was young.

He arrived late at night, and when he entered the courtyard, he first lowered his head and looked down at the lantern in his hand.

The lamp is made of bamboo bones, and the lamp skin is made of satin and silk. It is as light as a cicada's wing and as thin as the morning mist.Among them, the fluorescent light is faint, and the white light spots from Xue Xuanwei's cuffs continuously fall into the lamp, and they fall on the bottom of the lamp like a layer of snow-white sea sand.

The white sand is like a vortex, agitating the wheel shaft to rotate like flying, making the shadows painted on the lamp vivid, and the reflected light appearing faintly, just like in the poem, it is "the wind chases the stars and there is a shadow, and the frost hoof chases electricity to go silent".

While Xiao Yihe was squatting and admiring the turn of the heron lantern, Xue Xuanwei cast a concealment spell on himself, walked into the hut silently, walked past the hugging and weeping Zhang family couple, and stood in front of the sick bed.

Xiao Yihe had no choice but to drill in together, tilting his head to look.

The kid on the couch had his eyes closed, his cheeks were sunken, and his complexion was purple and blue, as if his soul had left his master, and it was impossible for an immortal to return.

Xue Xuanwei used his finger as a brush, and cast a talisman on the lamp, and the half-dead fluorescent light inside the lamp instantly became more alive.

Xiao Yihe was quite puzzled, but soon understood its effect——

The light drew out the cluster of fireflies, which turned out to be a group of souls that were so weak that they were about to collapse. At the same time, Xiao Yihe suddenly felt a burning heat in his heart, as if he was in harmony with this group of souls... He was shocked, and then, seeing Until Xue Xuanwei took out a dagger.

Xiao Yihe was horrified, it was a soul-breaking dagger, similar to the mirage Shen Jing's before.He had experienced the pain of the soul-breaking dagger, and subconsciously pressed Xue Xuanwei's wrist.

The group of fireflies seemed unhappy, floating in the air, flickering.

Xue Xuan in the dream rubbed the ball of soul comfortingly, and said gently: "Brother, it's okay, it doesn't hurt."

He covered the soul with one hand as he said, as if he didn't want it to see him, he pierced the dagger into his heart with the other hand without changing his face, before the point sank, cold sweat broke out suddenly.

"Xue Xuanwei..."

Xue Xuan made a little force, piercing the handle of the knife, and he led the knife energy to swim in the soul-walking around, his already cold and pale complexion became even more ugly. After separating and drawing out this group of soul fragments, he almost Unable to stand still, he had to lean on the bedside and take a deep breath for a while.

Xiao Yihe turned around in a hurry, knowing that it was a dream, but he also felt the pain so badly that he couldn't do anything, so he could only hug Xue Xuanwei's dream shadow in vain, stroking his back in vain.

After taking a breath, Xue Xuanwei fused his separated soul into the group of fireflies—for a moment, the fireflies burned brightly, as if a long-weary traveler was full of vitality after drinking cool water.

Xue Xuan pursed his lips slightly, and his expression seemed to soften, he held the firefly to the heart of the Zhang family boy who had not yet cooled down: "Go."

The fireflies disappeared.

Xue Xuanwei took off his veil and hat, and straightened his robe. Xiao Yihe had never seen him so nervous... After a long time, he saw the "boy from the Zhang family" on the couch turn blue and purple gradually, and the remaining warmth in his heart slowly faded away. Holding on, he took a long breath.

"...Bao'er?" The lady of the Zhang family heard the movement, saw the small chest heaving slightly, and immediately rushed over, hugged the child and cried with joy, "Bao'er woke up! My Bao'er didn't go away!"

Although Xue Xuanwei stood quietly at the side, he opened his mouth, not knowing what to call, but his expression vibrated slightly, and he stared at Zhang Baoer burningly.

Bao'er's heart felt cold. She was about to be buried, but suddenly woke up. The neighbors thought it was a miracle.

But only Xiao Yihe and Xue Xuanwei, who had been silently standing by the side, knew that the real Bao'er had already returned to the underworld. At this time, in this body was a soul full of holes and smears.

The lady of the Zhang family held the bowl and fed Bao'er bite by mouthful, while Xue Xuanwei hid his figure and kept staring, as if wishing he could grab the bowl and feed it with his own hands.

Although Bao'er woke up, her consciousness was blurred and she couldn't tell the truth from reality.

Xue Xuanwei kept watch over him for twelve hours, and at night when the Zhang family and his wife slept on the other bed, he showed his figure, set up a barrier, and secretly hugged him like a thief.

Bao'er was only seven or eight years old, and was very sick and skinny. Xue Xuanwei had strong hands and a cold and stern air on his body. Whenever he touched him, he would instinctively whimper in pain and cry out of breath.Where did the young Sect Master Xue coax a child, he immediately panicked and honestly put Bao'er down.

As soon as the barrier was removed, the crying woke up A Niang, and he sullenly observed how the Zhang family's wife coaxed the child.

Sitting in front of the bed, Xiao Yihe looked at his devastated expression and laughed out loud.

In the next few days, the wife of Zhang's family boiled thin rice water to feed Bao'er, and Xue Xuan frowned slightly. With such a meal, when will Bao'er's firewood-like arms and legs gain weight?However, the Zhang family was completely desolate and lived on only a few acres of Susukida, so they really had no decent food.

Xiao Yihe tilted his head to see what else he could do for "Bao'er".

Sure enough, Xue Xuan raised his hand slightly, and the sky hummed unambiguously. After a while, there was a flutter of chickens and dogs in the yard. Xiao Yihe lay on the window and looked out, stunned.

I saw "Cunxinbumu" converging into an invisible sword intent, flying around the sky tirelessly, shooting down a goose from the sky for a while, driving a nest of hares out of the forest for a while, all of them were killed by "coincidentally" On Zhang's fence.

The old man of the Zhang family was plowing the field behind the house. He saw several game animals running desperately towards his yard, and he couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. He didn't know which one to catch first.

Xue Xuan withdrew his sword intent calmly, and there was even a bit of fatherly love in his eyes.

Xiao Yihe: "..."

In this small village with beautiful mountains and clear waters, Xue Xuanwei learned how to cook, how to kill chickens, how to wash Bao'er's little clothes, and how to hold the child when he was crying Ping An knot.

Everything seems to be peaceful.

Bao'er was not smart at all, and she was still in a daze after waking up, and the Zhang family couple didn't think there was anything wrong.This kind of life lasted for about a few months, and Xue Xuanwei finally noticed something strange—although the soul of "Xiao Yihe" had entered Bao'er's body, his consciousness could not be awakened.

Not only that, he also found that this group of souls had a faint tendency to disperse.

Xiao Yihe put his hands on Bao'er's chest, he could also feel that this group of souls was hurt too much, and at that time he had the will to die, he just wanted to walk cleanly, and he didn't leave any escape route for himself ...It was intentional that when the sword intention exploded in the body, it was scattered away in a hurry.

Thousands of fragments, how could they be so easily condensed, even if Xue Xuanwei forcibly stitched them together with soul threads, they would still not be the original intact ones after all.

Xue Xuanwei should also understand the reason, and the blood on his face faded little by little.

Xiao Yihe also had no choice but to sit by the bed and sing a lullaby to "myself".

At the beginning of spring this year, when the river water in the village was thawed and the fish could be fished, Bao'er changed from being in a daze for a long time to sitting in a daze with eyes wide open. It's all cold.

With a "bang bang", a bowl of steaming fish soup was knocked over on the ground.

Xue Xuanwei held the Zhuanlu lantern again, watching the souls in "Bao'er" scatter into fireflies in the room, and then fell silent, grabbing them back into the lamp one by one.Before leaving, he left an ingot of gold for the Zhang family and his wife, took away the peace knot, and just like when he came, he quietly disappeared at the end of Tianmo.

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For many years afterwards, Xue Xuanwei traveled all over the five states, looking for all kinds of suitable bodies.

Not all newly-dead bodies are useful, and they need to have light characters, weak karma, and weak destiny to barely accommodate Xiao Yihe's fragile soul.But such people are often chronically ill and prematurely aging, and it is difficult to last long.

In the following decades, "Xiao Yihe" has been a noble son, a poor beggar, a baby, and an old man, but often within a few years, he will return to Zhuanludeng and change again. Into a mess of scattered souls.

Every time he reincarnated into a new baby, Xue Xuanwei would transform into a new identity and appear beside him, sometimes as a "foster father", sometimes as a "sir".

He watched Xue Xuanwei gradually put on a calm shell from youthful.

Xiao Yihe thought, no wonder, this is why Xue Xuanwei is so good at coaxing children...

Rao, whoever has coaxed children for so many years can also be a nanny.

After each life, Xue Xuanwei needs to replenish more and more souls. He hardly thinks about what he will be like after losing these soul fragments--difficult to sleep, sleepless, frightened in the middle of the night; What are you going to do? You have already done something, but when you come back to your senses, you do it again in a daze.

When it was serious, several leaders in the sect summoned them to ask for important matters, and Xue Xuanwei would be stunned for a while before he remembered who they were.

For decades in the dream, Xiao Yihe watched him hope again and again in exchange for disappointment again and again, and then he still stubbornly tore off his own soul to fill his missing gap time and time again.

Sometimes Xiao Yihe would feel...he was going to break down.

Finally, in a few years, "Xiao Yihe" in this life survived Ji Guan, and also died in Ji Guan, which was the longest time he lived.

——In that life, his name was "Xu Yuan", and he was a posthumous child.She lives in Xu's house in Huazhi Lane in the north of Fengning City.

When Xiao Yihe saw the appearance of this small house and the surrounding streets and alleys, it suddenly dawned on him. At that time when they traced the real culprit to Fengning, Xue Xuanwei was fascinated by a mansion—it was here.

No wonder Xue Xuanwei fell ill in Fengning City at that time.

The Xu family is a scholarly family, but his father died early, and his mother was weak...Little Xu Yuan was born missing one ear, and could not hear clearly in the other. Finally, when she was seven years old, Mrs. Xu also became ill due to depression. Go quickly.

Before she died, she entrusted little Xu Yuan to the "priest" who had been taking care of Xu's family, and asked Xu Yuan to treat him as a righteous father and be filial to him.

Perhaps the "Xiao Yihe" in this life has a lot of brains, and he has practiced many Taoist scriptures with his "adopted father" Xue Daochang early on, and he is quite spiritual. Therefore, although his body has been suffering from minor illnesses, he has also grown up stumbled. big.

The two built a small yard in a secluded mountain, away from the world.

At the age of 16, "Xiao Yihe"'s love affair with him that night finally blossomed. He sneaked down the mountain and bought a picture of avoiding fire and kept it under the bed.

At the age of 17, when he drank alcohol for the first time, he drank a whole jar of Zhuyeqing. When he was as drunk as mud, he got into the robe of his adoptive father and wanted to sleep with him under the big quilt.

, He deeply felt that the "foster father" was meticulous, and he said that there was no way to repay the kindness of nurturing, so he had to promise him with his body... He shyly took off his clothes to "repay" him.

Xue Xuanwei has raised children for decades, being a father, a mother, and a husband. He is extremely pure-hearted and ascetic, and almost lost that desire. Suddenly, he is teased by "Xiao Yihe" who he raised with his own hands. I tore off my clothes on the bed, and then I remembered to blush.

Xiao Yihe looked at his "self" in this life, and silently covered his face.In this picture, there is still the same enthusiasm in the bones, facing Xue Xuanwei's appearance that he can't hold back at all-hate that iron can't make steel!Can't you be a little more reserved?

In this life, although his memory has not fully awakened, many subconscious actions and habits are slowly recovering.This is a rare peaceful life, Xiao Yihe finally saw the long-lost smile on Xue Xuanwei's face.

But the peace of the world did not last.

It was not "Xiao Yihe" who had problems first, but Xue Xuanwei.

——The damage caused by the constant replenishment of the soul has accumulated, and it has finally reached the point where it is hard to recover.

Xue Xuanwei's loss of soul began to attack.

The first manifestation of his illness was that he forgot about "Bao'er". That day he accidentally found out the safety knot of "Bao'er" that he had treasured all along. He frowned and thought for a while, but he did not remember what it was. Just throw it into the brazier.

Not long after, he forgot more and more things, as if the past years were passing by at an irreversible speed. He tried to write it down, but after holding the pen for a long time, there were only lumps of blurred drops on the paper. ink blots.

Xu Yuan came back from the outside, carrying a few freshly dug bamboo shoots, and looked at him wonderingly as soon as he came in.

"Father, why are you still sitting here? Didn't you say that you just learned a dish of Hualanyu, and you want to cook it for me?"

Xue Xuan was stunned for a moment: "Flower fish"

Holding the bamboo shoots in his arms, Xu Yuan ran to the kitchen to take a look, and hummed angrily, "It was agreed that I would go dig the bamboo shoots, and my adoptive father would cook the fish, but the fish haven't been killed yet...the foster father lied to me. , can’t eat today?”

Xue Xuanwei put down his pen, got up and went to the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't see him drop the knife. Xu Yuan was drooling with hunger, and couldn't wait any longer, clutching his stomach and asking him, "What's wrong?"

"... Hualanyu... how to do it?"

Xu Yuan: "..."

It was so easy to piece together a four-faced picture, it was almost dark, Xu Yuan fell asleep on the table, he smelled a fresh fragrance from the tip of his nose, and woke up rubbing his sleepy face, looking at it in a daze. Picked up the chopsticks and picked a piece in the bowl.

Just as I was about to put it in my mouth, I suddenly saw peanuts in a bowl.

Xu Yuan looked at Xue Xuanwei, then at Peanut, hesitant to say: "Is foster father in a bad mood today? Or didn't you have a good rest yesterday?"

Xue Xuan was slightly puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"I..." Xu Yuan picked up a peanut and said with a smile, "Father forgot, I can't eat peanuts, my whole body will swell if I eat them, and I almost died when I was greedy!" He didn't take it seriously, Then he put down the bowl and picked up other dishes.

"..." But this sentence, like a thunderbolt, made Xue Xuanwei freeze.

What he forgot was not only those old things, those insignificant things... He even forgot that Xu Yuan couldn't eat peanuts.Will I forget more important things in the future?

A prophecy.

On the day when Xu Yuan was 20 years old and won the crown, the thing Xue Xuanwei feared the most happened...

——He forgot about Xu Yuan.