The devil is me

As dawn broke, people from Qinting Village went up the hill one after another. With the help of Wu Nian, Xi Buwen and Shen Xinzhai, they reclaimed and resettled the corpses left outside. They finally set up a grave for Haidong.

Swallow put a bowl of hot Lantern Festival on the grave.

Xi Buwen patted Yanzi, didn't bother to say goodbye to others, and walked straight down the mountain with Wu Nian's support.Shen Xinzhai followed a few steps behind.

The blood on Xi Buwen's shoulder had already stopped, Wu Nian made a simple bandage for him with a cloth, but couldn't help but look pale, his whole body was cold and frightening, Wu Nian frowned and looked at him, intentionally breaking the silence, he remembered Xi Buwen's swordsmanship last night had a beautiful sword flower at the end, and that sword was also very handy.

He asked: "Your sword is fine, what's its name?"

Xi Buwen came back to his senses and replied, "It's messed up."

"?" Wu Nian cast a puzzled look, "What's wrong with me?"

Xi Buwen frowned: "No, I mean, my sword is called Luanlai."

"..." Wu Nian was speechless, "You took this name?"

Although the sword is like a person, it is too childish to call him by this name.Especially when you say "random, summon", can't you really laugh?

Xi Buwen sighed helplessly: "It's my father's fault. I told him to call the deer..."

At that time Xi Qiyuan forged a sword for him out of basalt stone, and asked him the name of the sword, not long after, his father brought him the sword.

The cold light is everywhere, as thin as a cicada's wings, the iron is cut like mud, and the flicks are clanging, the scabbard is warm and moist, a blood-colored vermilion jade is hung below the sword tassel, and the mythical beast is carved on the top.

Well, it's a nice sword!

Xi Buwen touched the hilt of the sword again, took a closer look, and saw the word "Luan Lai" engraved on it.

He was stunned for a moment, his mind was blank for three moments, and then he realized that because of his slurred speech, Xi Qiyuan heard it as "random".

Hey, whose sword is called "Huan Lai", crazy!Xi Buwen thought with a broken heart.

But if he disliked it, he disliked it. Since then, the sword has never left his body.

When Wu Nian heard the past, she couldn't help laughing.If this sword has a spirit, it should be vomiting blood with anger.

After Xi Buwen finished answering the question, he stopped talking, which is very rare for a chatty person like him.Wu Nian said again: "Don't be so dark, Qinting Village didn't find any clues, but fortunately, the child has a happy ending, and he will be able to reincarnate after all. This life has already lived hard enough, and the next life may still be difficult." There is hope."

Xi Buwen asked him: "Tell me, is this world sick, the more kind people are, the less good they will end."

He thought of his last life, the days when he was inferior to pigs and dogs in the Shen family, and those Shen family members treated him in the same way.

Pushing him into the lotus pond, pricking his fingertips on purpose with the bamboo strips used for making kites, and asking him to sweep the courtyard in autumn without any fallen leaves, this is actually all right, he has become a little numb afterwards, and sometimes he really wants to , I am not a concubine, concubines are different, maybe I should live like this, thousands of concubines in this world live like this, it will make me feel better if I think this way, at least it can explain a lot of unreasonable malice.

But the things that bothered him the most were some insignificant things. For example, at the earliest time, he also wanted to treat Mrs. Feng well. Madam looked at him more.He collected the purest dew on the petals in the morning and presented it to her to make tea. The porcelain vase was so big that it was almost full. He was busy all morning, from Yinshi to Chenshi, from the stars and the moon to the sun rising to the top of the mountain, and finally the porcelain vase was like a colorful cloud It fell and shattered in front of him, wetting the entire upper of his shoe.

Madam Feng just dismissed it, she also said that she was afraid that the bastard Shen Po would poison her inside.

Another time, Shen Yutao sneaked out to play during the curfew time, and he covered her up, but when Shen Yutao came back, he said that he deliberately encouraged her to break the ban, and kept describing to her the beauty of the Lantern Festival.In this way, Shen Yutao was only punished for copying an article, and he fasted for a day and was whipped, and his back was bleeding for many days without heal.They threw the food outside his room door, and he dragged his blood-drenched body to the door to get it, shaking his hands and knocking over the gruel. He was so hungry that he knelt on the ground and licked it bit by bit.

The smell of earth mixed with a little rice fragrance, he even felt satisfied.

Not even a single tear fell.

He actually remembered these things better.He thought that this might be the case with Haidong too, he might not remember the pain, but he just didn't understand the joy that overflowed when someone was willing to play with him, why in the end he only deserved such a result.

Later, when he grew up, he realized that it was called "Zhu Xin".

Killing is not terrible, what is terrible is not only killing, but also killing one's heart.

He thought of Yun Chonghe again.

This fool almost risked his life for the entire cultivation world, but how those people treated him forced him to death.And from beginning to end, he never let go of his sword to them.

Thinking of this, Xi Buwen's chest hurt like a crack, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wu Nian's heart suddenly missed half a beat, his eyes widened, and he felt that Xi Buwen's body was unable to support him, and his whole body was limp in his arms.

"Xi Buwen!"

Shen Xinzhai rushed over, he grasped Xi Buwen's pulse and said to Wu Nian: "Just now I heard that he got the evil curse mark and advised him to go down the mountain first, but he didn't listen, now the evil curse mark has come back, it's not so easy to get rid of it .”

He hesitated for a while and then said: "This place is too remote, there is no suitable medicinal material and it is not suitable to start a battle. We should rush to Yecheng nearby, and I will set up a battle for him."

Xi Buwen approached Wu Nian's ear, and said weakly and in a low voice: "Take me to find an inn, and I will come by myself."

He got closer again, and said with a volume that Shen Xinzhai could never hear, "I can't trust him."

Wu Nian understood, and immediately took up Xi Buwen, and the three of them hurried all the way, arriving at Yecheng before nightfall.

Xi Buwen had been running a high fever, and fell asleep sometimes, and was awake sometimes, but every time he woke up, he found that he was still on Wu Nian's shoulders, which made him feel relieved and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, he was already on the bed in the wing room of Lushun Inn in Yecheng.

Wu Nian was turning his back to the bed and putting the towel into the basin to get wet. He wrung it dry and turned his head to see that Xi Buwen was watching him quietly with his eyes open behind the white gauze curtain.

The gauze tent was blowing in the wind and the wind was falling, the tassels swayed, and sometimes a corner was raised, and Xi Buwen's face was flushed red, which made his eyes dark. The little fox nestled quietly in its warm and comfortable nest.

Wu Nian walked over and lifted the bed curtain, touched Xi Buwen's forehead with her fingertips, and still put the wet towel on his forehead.

"Mr. Xiyi said just now that he was going to set up an formation. I knew you couldn't trust him. He said that you were sleeping soundly, so I asked you to rest for another night."

There was a smile in Wu Nian's eyes: "He seemed really worried about you. He said that he would die at [-]:[-] p.m., but I pushed him out. He was very angry and said that talking to us Buddhist cultivators is like talking to chickens and ducks, and playing the piano to cows .”

Xi Buwen smiled weakly: "This is a very serious word for Mr. Gentleman Ya Xiyi."

He rested for a while, then said, "Help me up."

Wu Nian helped him up and leaned against the soft pillow on the back of the bed, and fed him some tea and rice porridge.The rice porridge was very hot, and Wu Nian blew it cool one mouthful at a time, Xi Buwen drank it silently, raising his fan-like eyelashes from time to time, secretly looking at the most gentle Wu Nian.

After drinking the porridge, Xi Buwen regained some strength, his eyes were burning brightly, and he said to Wu Nian: "Brother, please help me guard the door, don't let anyone in."

Wu Nian took a deep look at him, and finally walked out of the house without asking anything, closing the door behind him.