Xianjun has a disaster

Han Zhichun returned to Yingcheng in another form that was completely different from human beings.

He looked like some kind of strange monster, like a dark and filthy mist on a body that was made up of a deer and a human. The beast's body broke through the original human skin when it was transformed. His fur was stained with sticky and smelly bloodstains.He looks like Hongxing, but the real Hongxing will not have such a turbid breath or such a distorted and ugly appearance.

But of course Han Zhichun doesn't care about this.

He didn't care about the unbearable pain all over his body, and he didn't understand what he would have to pay after agreeing to the Taoist's request.

He only knew that he would return to his brother Han Ying.

And every day that follows, he will continue to be with his brother, just like the peaceful and stable ten years in the past.

So Han Zhichun started to run in the twilight morning light, every step left a tick-tock of dark mucus in the dirt.

Wherever he passed, the vegetation withered, the rocks cracked, and even the most common specialty of Qingzhou: those big and small monsters would not approach the land polluted by this deformed rainbow.

……

Han Zhichun never noticed these details.

Han Zhichun soon returned to Yingcheng, but after this night, he realized in a ignorant way that the city in front of him was completely different from the city he used to live and play around in.

It's so quiet.

In the whole city, apart from the slow tick-tick sound of residual blood flowing, there was no other movement.The moment he stepped into Yingcheng, he was shivered by the strong smell of blood in the air. He raised his head and stared at the bloody city in front of him with his dark eyes.

"Master Xiaochun, go, your brother is waiting for you."

The gentle urging voice of the kind-hearted Taoist came to my ears.

Han Zhichun shuddered, shaking his mottled fur unaccustomed to it, the fear in his heart was finally overwhelmed by the longing for Han Ying.

The distorted people suffering from staghorn plague have already turned into scattered corpses, scattered in the streets and alleys of Yingcheng. Han Zhichun stepped on the sticky blood with some fear, relying on a certain intuition , Unmistakably found his dearest brother in front of the most lively and prosperous mountain temple in the past.

Blood, lots and lots of blood.

Layers upon layers of corpses were piled up to form a small mountain of corpses, and blood flowed out from those intertwined limbs, polluting the entire front lawn.

And Han Ying half-knelt on the ground motionless, with his neck drooping, his hands hanging limply by his sides, and beside him was the Unyielding Sword that had already been broken.

【Brother—brother! 】

Han Zhichun cheered and ran towards Han Ying.

【Brother, those people hit me, it hurts, it hurts——】

The moment he saw Han Ying's figure, all Han Zhichun's grievances surged up instantly. He lay on Han Ying's knee and sobbed, expecting the same gentle comfort as usual.

However... Han Ying just remained silent.

The man lost his balance the moment Han Zhichun touched him, and suddenly fell into the filthy and sticky blood, revealing a disfigured face and a hideous wound in his throat.

If Han Zhichun could be a little smarter, or if he hadn't become insane due to his transformation into a deformed rainbow, he should have realized that...

The blood that dyed the entire front area red also belonged to Han Ying.

And the last person killed by that Unyielding Sword was named Han Ying, styled Yanqing, and was its owner.

……

The man who can make Han Zhichun ignore everything and forget all the pain this time will never be like Han Zhichun hoped, calling him "Xiaochun" in a gentle tone, and it is impossible to stand in front of Han Zhichun with a sword , Blocking all the troubles and sorrows in the world for him.

……

Han Ying is dead.

But Han Zhichun couldn't understand all this no matter what.He ignorantly tried to hug his elder brother, but because of his deformed body, he couldn't do it at all.

【elder brother?Brother, don’t sleep, brother, look at Xiaochun——Xiaochun is in pain——]

Han Zhichun rubbed his face against the corpse, which still had a little warmth, and his muttering gradually became quieter.

He didn't understand why he was crying uncontrollably, obviously Han Ying had warned him many times with a bitter face, asking him not to cry casually.

【"Xiaochun, you are an adult now, don't cry like this all the time, it's too ugly—"】

【"Oh, I'm not saying you're ugly, I'm saying you're crying...Okay, okay, my fault..."】

【"Brother is wrong, brother shouldn't say that about you, how about this, if you can't help it, just hide, or you can cry in front of me, just don't let other people see it."]...

After that time, Han Zhichun obviously hadn't cried in front of outsiders for a long time, but now, there was clearly a strange Taoist beside him, but his tears couldn't stop flowing out.

it hurts.

It hurts.

It was obviously physical pain before, but why did he feel such pain in his chest at this moment?

It hurt like my heart was about to burst.

……

"Master Xiaochun, alas, you are a step late."

The Taoist leaned forward, looked at Han Ying's corpse, and said with a smile in Han Zhichun's ear.

"He didn't wait for you to come back until he died. What should we do? He must be very sad." The man suddenly clapped his hands and grinned to both sides.Han Zhichun raised his head in a daze, only to realize that the other party had put on the mask of the God of Joy at some point.

"Master Xiaochun, your brother is really, really sad. He's been through so much hardship and tired these years, you've actually seen it all, right?"

The man supported Han Zhichun's shoulders with both hands, and his voice gradually dropped.

"Do you want to help your brother? Do you want to bring your brother back to life?"

The Taoist's voice seemed to have a strange magical power, Han Zhichun listened to his words in a daze, and gradually, he felt that the man's voice seemed to come out of his own heart.

【I, I will help my brother. 】

Before he knew it, Han Zhichun had begun to nod desperately.

[I make my brother happy. 】

He said.

There is a blood-red smile on the mask of the god of joy.

"Hahaha, you are so good. Oh, by the way, doesn't Young Master Xiaochun like puppets very much? Is it just right for your brother to arrange a very good and complete show? Don't worry, when he wakes up, he sees you giving puppets. The world he prepared will definitely be very happy..."

The Taoist's voice suddenly became extremely vague at this moment, but Han Zhichun seemed to be able to hear it extremely clearly.

Countless black and enchanting silk threads gradually grew out of his body, and the silk thread looked like a long snake, or a parasitic worm in something's body, winding and unfolding bit by bit, spreading towards the whole city of Ying...

And some of the silk threads nimbly got into Han Ying's body...

……

……

"Well……"

Inside the ruins of the mountain temple, Ji Xueting groaned, and suddenly withdrew his hand from Han Zhichun's body.

"Brother Ji! How are you?"

Seeing Ji Xueting's face covered in cold sweat, Han Ying asked worriedly.

"I..." Ji Xueting panted heavily, his whole mind was confused for a moment, and the will of the mountain still remained in his consciousness, so that he could hardly tell whether he was Ji Xueting or where they were now. This mysterious and strange huge mountain.

"what happened?"

Ji Xueting supported his forehead, and heard Han Ying beside him still asking.

When he was in confusion, a familiar spiritual power suddenly poured into his body.

In just a short moment, Ji Xueting only felt that his spirit was shaken, and he recovered in an instant.

That spiritual power... naturally came from Tianqu Xianjun.

Ji Xueting turned his head slightly, only to see that the man was still standing in the distance, and when he looked at him, he staggered and took a few steps back.That person still looks like Yan Ke, but probably because his identity has been exposed and he has no time to cover it up, but after a short while, his hair has turned white, and his whole person looks a little lighter .

The eyes looking at Ji Xueting were even more dim, and there was already a faint look like when they first met in heaven.

thumping—

Ji Xueting frowned, feeling another wave of inexplicable fear mixed with grief flashed through his heart.

The same thing happened again and again, and Ji Xueting's guess became affirmative.Obviously, this emotion was not sent to him, but came from that external spiritual power. As for the various strong emotions he felt, they were naturally not his own, but the original master of the spiritual power, God. Qu Xianjun's.

It is good to relive the freshness of human affection once or twice, but at this moment something gets in the way.

Ji Xueting frowned and worked hard, although it was a little more difficult than before, but he still smoothly dissipated all the suffering, sorrow, fear, and desolation from Tianqu Xianjun.

"Thank you Xianjun for your help."

Ji Xueting was polite and gentle, thanked Tianqu Xianjun calmly, then turned around, and put all his attention on Han Zhichun and Han Ying.

"Brother Ji, what happened? What did you find out? You can save Xiaochun, right? You are already a fairy. If so, I beg you to save Xiaochun..."

Han Ying didn't know what Ji Xueting saw and heard, so he begged Ji Xueting unconsciously, but he didn't realize that his body was gradually collapsing along with Han Zhichun's injury.

As for what just happened?

It only took Ji Xueting a moment to faintly realize that at that moment just now, he seemed to have used Han Zhichun's rainbow body to resonate with the entire Mount Ying.

He pressed his hands on his chest, and the spirit buried deep in his body was still trembling violently up to this moment.Is it because I am a spiritual creature that I have such a strange attunement?Or is it because he is the God Lord of Mount Ying, so after the death of the ghost, he was able to use the meaning of the mountain in the past to see everything in the past?

Countless questions flashed through Ji Xueting's mind, but he had no time to take care of them.

After all, Han Zhichun was about to die.

And Han Ying...

Ji Xueting stared down at the man who died together a long time ago.

At the beginning, Han Zhichun connected Han Ying to himself with that strange tentacle, and shared that deformed and filthy power, so that he barely maintained Han Ying's activities.

in a sense……

In fact, Han Ying, like other residents in this city, has already turned into a walking corpse.

It's just that the other corpses can move, purely relying on the resentment and pain of the past death.

But what surged in Han Ying's body was only Han Zhichun's pure and passionate anticipation.

I hope that Han Ying can come back to life.

What Han Ying expected to see was a scene of prosperity.

Everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, and the years are quiet and good.

The gentle and powerful city lord is the most reliable hero in everyone's mind, loved by everyone.

This is... the most fulfilling dream in Han Zhichun's ignorant heart.

However, the price of this fantasy dream is too high.

……

Ji Xueting remained silent, and Han Ying soon seemed to have noticed something.

He lowered his head and looked at his body that was peeling off little by little. After a moment of bewilderment, he suddenly whispered in a daze:

"Ah, so..."

A black thread collapsed from his throat, revealing a bloody and hideous wound.

"I'm already dead too."

Then, Han Ying raised his head and smiled in relief.

"I'm really sorry, Brother Ji, I still can't do anything well in the end..."

The wound was so deep that Han Ying's complicated whispers stopped abruptly.

His body also gradually collapsed.

The strange thing is that Han Zhichun, who had almost completely collapsed, and even his sanity was about to disappear, seemed to be aware of Han Ying's fall at this time.The deformed body shook suddenly on the spot, and he didn't know where he got the strength, but he struggled and got up again.

He lowered his head, trying in vain to "save" Han Ying, but the only consequence of overdrawing himself was to make his figure dissipate even more.

【elder brother--】

The half-human, half-deer monster neighed strangely.

He leaned against Han Ying helplessly, whimpering.

Ji Xueting stared at the two brothers in front of him, then turned his head thoughtfully, and looked at Yingshan behind him.

An extraordinarily clear, deep and familiar breath surged through his limbs and bones through the spiritual object on his chest.

Without words, the ancient will that had been touched once before echoed in his body, urging him.

At this moment, Ji Xueting's eyes suddenly became extremely deep and dark.

"Ash?"

Immortal Tianqu suddenly moved forward, trying to grab Ji Xueting's hand - at that moment just now, he clearly felt that Ji Xueting's aura had completely changed.

Ji Xueting turned around, his expression was unprecedentedly strange, his eyes looking at Tianqu contained inexplicable compassion and the clarity of an ancient god.

But at a glance, Tianqu Xianjun shook his body involuntarily.

【Quiet. 】

Ji Xueting suddenly smiled faintly, and said with his mouth, as if he was still the person Tianqu Xianjun had been thinking about for thousands of years in his heart.

Even the indifference implied in the eyes and brows is still the same.

Tianqu Xianjun felt that his mind was a little more stable.

Ji Xueting pulled out his hand without hesitation,

Immediately afterwards, he leaned over slightly, and pressed his hands on the bodies of Han Ying and Zhichun who were about to disappear completely.

The moment they touched them, Han Zhichun and Han Ying suddenly burst into a soft and bright silver light.

After being irradiated by the light, the strands of black air turned into dark and invisible smoke, which disappeared in an instant.

And as the silver light enveloping the two of them disappeared, a somewhat blurred deer-shaped animal gradually revealed its figure.That's exactly what a real rainbow should look like.

It turned its head to look at Ji Xueting, there was no trace of haze or pain in its crystal-clear eyes, only a piece of clear curiosity.

It's like... the same as that ignorant child many years ago.

If Ji Xueting felt it, he lowered his head, then bent down and picked up the lying man at Hongxing's feet, letting him lie on Hongxing's back.

Some faint smoke continuously surrounds Han Ying's body, just like Han Zhichun who turned into a rainbow, Han Ying's figure also has a strange sense of blur.

The man also gradually opened his eyes on Hongxing's back.

At this moment, his face also began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye, the gray sideburns turned blue, the skin with fine lines became smooth little by little, and those eyes contained pain and tiredness, It also turned into the clarity and clarity that only young people have.

He rubbed his eyes, as if he had just woken up from a heavy drunk.

"What happened? Brother Ji, am I drunk again?"

he asked blankly, yawning lazily.

Ji Xueting looked at him without saying a word.

But the young swordsman smiled again as if he heard something.

"Ah, I know I know, don't rush, I will definitely not miss the time this time - don't worry, Xiaochun will follow me, this time will definitely make him happy!"

After finishing speaking, he straightened up and patted Hong Xing affectionately under him.

That Hong Xing seemed to be laughing too.

[Brother, let’s go——]

Han Zhichun's childish and cheerful voice came out.

Now the slack and lazy boy refused to delay any longer.

"Then, Brother Ji, I'm leaving now—"

He smiled lazily at Ji Xueting.

Ji Xueting gazed at the other party softly and nodded.

Hong Xing stepped lightly on the ground, and quickly ran towards the mountains. At first, Ji Xueting could see their figures clearly, but in the next moment, the silvery white light engulfed the beast and the boy, and gradually dissipated up.

Only a gust of mountain wind blew by suddenly, as if it also brought the clear and cheerful chatter of the young man.

[...The springs are rushing between the stones, and the chrysanthemums are blooming on the cliffs.Bathing in the trickling autumn water, playing in the minnows.Happy in the mountains and rivers, free in the world of the world.Leisurely leisurely, so comfortable... Xiaochun, you just follow my brother, and my brother will take you to have a good time! 】

[Xiaochun, from now on, we will never be separated again...]

……

Ji Xueting still had to listen carefully, but there was only whimpering in the wind, and there was no other sound.

The author has something to say: Xiaochun and Yanyan will never have any troubles or worries again.

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The last few lines come from Pan Yue's "Fu of Qiu Xing"

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