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After waking up, Yun Sheng still lay on the bed for many days before he had the strength to get out of bed and walk around. Lou Shuo came every day. Talk to him at the bedside, even though the pale mahogany never speaks.

Ever since he woke up, Mahogany, who was not tired of chattering all day long, has never said a word.

Lou Shuo was terrified all the time, the sound bead contained the soul of someone else, it is reasonable to say that the voice of the sound bead would recover after leaving the body, but for so many days, let alone talking, the mahogany spirit never even hummed .Lou Shuo also asked him, Yun Sheng, Yun Sheng, would you answer me?

Tao Mujing just pursed her lips tightly and turned her head to look at the flowing clouds outside the window.

Don't talk, don't even give him a look.

One day after Lou Shuo went out, Yun Sheng sat at the table for a long time, and then he heard a voice, softly resounding outside the door, but it was like a thunderbolt, blasting hard in his ears.

It was a voice that had followed him for nearly a thousand years, and was often said to be inappropriate, but it sounded in his chest for thousands of years.

He heard the voice calling softly: "Brother."

Then another one also sounded in a low voice: "Qingting."

This kind of ironing seems to have been experienced thousands of times.Yun Sheng couldn't help but think of Lou Qi Pavilion, which he had only seen a few times before. His face was very similar to Lou Shuo's, with a gentle smile, and his gestures were full of unspeakable elegance, which complemented that voice perfectly.

Yun Sheng leaned against the door, listening to the sound of footsteps going away one after another, suddenly seemed to lose all his strength, looked up at the roof, his eyes were red, but he blinked vigorously, in the shadow, Yun Sheng was motionless , like a thin branch.

Not a few days after that, Yun Sheng saw Lou Qiting.

At that time, he was drinking tea, and the boy next door was still reading a book, but it wasn't a thousand-character prose. Yun Sheng didn't know what he was reading, but thought the poem was melodious, really beautiful: "The rascal Chi Chi, hug Bumaosi..."

That's when the knock on the door came.Yun Sheng was stunned for a moment, Lou Shuo usually pushed the door directly and seldom knocked on the door.When he opened the door, he saw clearly the person outside the door. He was tall and straight, but his usually gentle face was very serious, with a little embarrassment and anxiety.

It is Louqi Pavilion.

Yun Sheng didn't know what he was thinking at that moment, he just felt like a stormy sea surged up in his heart, surging, and finally turned into a calm

Lou Qiting didn't enter the door, he stood outside the door, silent, staring straight at Yun Sheng.

After a long while, Yun Sheng felt that his gaze was about to burn a hole in his face, but he suddenly took a step back, with a respectful and serious expression, clasped his hands, and made a deep, deep expression to Yun Sheng. I made a bow.

Yun Sheng froze in place.

After a while, Lou Qiting straightened up and looked at Yun Sheng with gratitude, guilt, shyness, and small, small expectations in his eyes.

Yun Sheng looked at him, and at that moment he realized that he didn't hate Lou Qiting, let alone hate, you don't have to believe anything else, eyes can't lie, there is no conspiracy in those eyes, nor is there any deception, clear and bright , a bright moon and a breeze.

It was exactly the same as Lou Shuo.

Yun Sheng lowered his eyes, and after a while, he nodded slightly at him.

The boy's complicated eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he bent down, offering another deep salute.

Yun Sheng did not avoid it, and calmly accepted the two big gifts from him.

From appearing to leaving, Lou Qiting didn't say a word, didn't even make a sound.

Yun Sheng looked at the drifting clouds outside the window, and the boy next door was still studying vigorously: "The leaves of the mulberry are fertile before they fall, and the leaves of the mulberry are fertile when they fall, and they are yellow and fall..."

That evening, a fine horse galloped out of the small courtyard. The man on the horse was full of energy, his black hair fluttered in the wind, and the hooves of the horse were rattling, raising a cloud of dust, which disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Yun Sheng could see clearly that it was Lou Qiting riding the horse.

Only Yun Sheng and Lou Shuo were left in the small courtyard that was originally quiet, and it seemed even quieter.

In the past few days, the weather has been getting worse day by day, the dark clouds are getting lower and lower, the entire Sutai is shrouded in black shadows, the hawkers are less shouting, and when it gets dark, the children playing outside are eagerly hugged by their parents After returning home, the white-haired old man looked at the dark clouds outside the window, closed the window with his hand, and muttered to himself: "This is a big event..."

Lou Shuo still came to Yunsheng's house every day, but recently he stayed longer and longer, sometimes even for a whole day.

The Taoist priest with a calm face chattered about his family’s short stories, and added: "Yunsheng, do you think so?" The silent mahogany remained silent as usual, and the Taoist just paused, and then talked about other things as if nothing had happened. He also often held Tao Mujing's hand and stroked it slowly. Yun Sheng found that he often looked out of the window, looked away and talked about other things more easily.

Like hiding something on purpose.

That day, dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and it rained heavily.The dark clouds in the sky were rolling, as if within reach. Yun Sheng was sitting in the room, his chest felt tight for a while, and suddenly there was a bang, and the door was slammed open. Lou Shuo.

The Taoist, who has always been as immobile as a mountain, showed a panicked expression at this moment, half of his body was drenched, as if he was running all the way, his clothes were messed up, his hair, which was always neatly tied up, was messed up, and he was dressed roughly, seeing him, As if relieved, he took a step forward.

Yun Sheng subconsciously took a step back.

Lou Shuo recovered his breath and stretched out a hand to him: "Yun Sheng, come here."

Yun Sheng just stood there, motionless.

Black clouds overwhelmed the city outside the window, and fine and shiny lightning could still be seen in the low-altitude black clouds.

Lou Shuo's eyes became more and more frightened, he still stretched out his hand stubbornly, his tone actually contained begging: "Yun Sheng, please, come here, okay?"

Yun Sheng was about to walk towards him, but just as he made a movement, he quickly suppressed it, gritted his teeth, and clenched his fists tightly, his eyes seemed to be surging with turbulent waves, but he looked at the building calmly. new moon.

It was as if a hole had been gouged out on the tip of Lou Shuo's heart, and the pain was severe. He knew that Mahogany, who had always been innocent and escaped, no longer trusted him, and even felt a little afraid.

Black clouds approached outside the window, and there was loud thunder in the distance. Yun Sheng felt as if he had missed something.

Almost 1000 years later, his catastrophe is coming.

In 1000 years, the white horse passed by, all of a sudden.

Yun Sheng looked at Lou Shuo, not knowing what he was doing at the moment, and then lowered his head to look at his fingertips, which were as pale as a face, ordinary and ordinary, nothing special, Yun Sheng smiled to himself Smiled, yes, that is a Taoist priest who can control the nine-day thunder, even if he casts a curse, how can you, a little fairy who can last for a thousand years, see it.

Yun Sheng raised his head and looked out the window, seeing the black and churning stratus clouds, as if they were close at hand, he took a few deep breaths, and Yun Sheng walked towards Lou Shuo step by step, Lou Shuo froze for a moment, showing an expression of joy uncontrollably, Yun Sheng saw Seeing Lou Shuo's outstretched hand, he suddenly smiled and moved his body. When Lou Shuo came back to his senses, he found that Yun Sheng was already standing in the courtyard.

The thunder gradually approached, as if they had found a target, it became more and more dense.

Lou Shuo was startled, ran two steps in a hurry, stopped again, and called Yun Sheng in a low voice: "Yun Sheng, Yun Sheng, Yun Sheng..."

One after another, intermittently in the torrential rain, but it seems tireless.

Yun Sheng turned around, his face was still pale, but he stood up straight, his eyes reflected the flickering lightning, which flickered on and off.

"Yunsheng." Lou Shuo stood still and called his name heavily.With a movement of the fingertips, a warm barrier cuts off the noisy thunder and rain outside.

Yun Sheng stood opposite him, silent.

He could actually speak. The wooden sign saved his life and severed the connection between Neidan and Yinzhu. His own voice, which had been suppressed by Yinzhu for thousands of years, finally had its day.

It's a pity that he continued to cough up blood that day, and his throat had already been coughed up. Even if he could make a sound, it was by no means the original voice.

So he didn't want to talk, he would rather Lou Shuo remember that voice that didn't belong to him but was as mellow as a bead.

Thinking of this, the thin Taomu Jing suddenly lowered his head and smiled, at this moment, Lou Shuo was still thinking in his heart, probably, he was hopeless.

The thunder was getting closer and closer, and the black clouds rolled like a stormy wave, and there was only a flash of lightning, reflecting the sky and the earth brightly.

Yun Sheng survived a catastrophe. At that time, he had not yet turned into a human form, but was just a piece of peach wood with some spiritual energy. The thunder was rolling in the sky, and he almost suspected that he had been chopped into coke. When he woke up, he was already In its current appearance, there was a fainted white wolf lying beside it, with a little scorched black on the tip of its tail.It turned out that the white wolf happened to pass by during the catastrophe, so it shared half of the thunder's force. That day, the thunder happened to hit the wolf's tail. When the white wolf opened his eyes and woke up, the first thing he said was It is: "Rotten wood, you owe me a favor and you must pay it back!"

In the blink of an eye, it has been another 500 years, but these events are still vivid in my mind, as if it was just yesterday.

Yun Sheng stared intently at Lou Shuo, his aqua-blue robe fluttered in the wind, as if he would fly away at any moment, his eyes were full of sadness, flashing in the thunder and lightning, Yun Sheng almost suspected that It's tears.

He quickly shook his head mockingly.What a joke, how could such a person cry.

Looking up again at the dark clouds that almost reached the top of his head, Yun Sheng felt a rumbling in his chest, his heart was beating fast, but there were bouts of dull pain, and he couldn't help frowning.

If he had practiced normally for 1000 years, the Heavenly Tribulation Peach Wood Essence would definitely be ignored, but right now he has been severely injured and his body is very weak, even if it is a thunderstorm, he will not be able to withstand it.

Lou Shuo looked at him and kept calling: "Yunsheng, Yunsheng..."

Suddenly thunder god roared, Lou Shuo just froze for a moment, rushed forward and hugged Yun Sheng tightly.In the ear, the god of thunder moved from far to near, one after another, impacting the eardrums, Yun Sheng only felt that there was only the roar of thunder in his ears.

Yun Sheng was hugged tightly by him, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

Things are impermanent.In the past, he was the one who followed Lou Shuo all the time, calling his name one after another. The Taoist leader was so entangled that he couldn't help it, so he turned his head and smiled helplessly, and responded softly.Now, it's all reversed, but the Taoist who never moves like a mountain calls him tirelessly.

Many pictures flashed in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern. When I first saw him hanging upside down from a tree, I saw those eyes like a pool, the narrow smile in the eyes when I wiped the Qingshuang sword, and the man standing in Wanjia during the lantern festival. In the lamplight, he was the only one waiting for him with the lamp in hand, the rare crooked smile on the edge of the shoal, accompanied by the dim yellow shadow cast by the oil-paper umbrella hanging above his head when he was in the rain, the man in the barren mountains and wild ridges raised his hand. Holding the sword, it seems to contain the thousand-year-old phrase "Peachwood Essence", the light sandalwood on the man's body, when hugging, it is as cool as the night breeze, and when kissing, it is as if it is carrying the fresh air of red sandalwood. Being rubbed and rolled, it turned into the appearance that he took the sound beads and didn't turn his head to leave.

No matter what, it seems that it is a matter of the previous life.

Tao Mujing frowned, stretched out his hand uncontrollably, and embraced the Taoist who was holding him tightly, such a deep hug, could feel the tremor of the Taoist at that moment, and the pale Taomu Jing smiled suddenly stand up.

What happened in the previous life, let him become the one in the previous life.

With all his strength, he pushed Lou Shuo out. Lou Shuo was defenseless and staggered and fell into the mud. The warm barrier flickered and disappeared into scattered light spots.

A thunderstorm from above the nine heavens illuminated Tao Mujing's pale face, he lowered his head, raised the corners of his mouth towards Lou Shuo, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and he looked extraordinarily obedient.

Just like when we met for the first time, he jumped down from the tree and smiled at him, "Brother, we are destined!" At that time, he was full of vigor, dressed in a crescent white robe, and his whole body seemed to melt into the erratic clouds inside.

Lou Shuo stared blankly at him, watched his lips open and close, and then heard an earth-shattering thunder. bright.

Lou Shuo froze in place, as if everything around him was still, only a blinding white remained in his eyes, and beside his ears was the mahogany standing in the white light, with the same smile as when he first saw him, as if he was holding a mountain in his arms. The clear sound of the stream between.

He says--

"Lou Shuo, goodbye."

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