not demon

【Sixteen】

"Master, where did the swallow come from?" Old Li saw Fang Yueheng carrying a small cage in his hand, and asked when did Fang Yueheng start to be so leisurely and elegant.

"I just exchanged two boxes of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes." Fang Yueheng looked at the birdcage made of rattan and bamboo. The little swallow inside was still squeaking, very much like the one he picked up once.

"Did the young master buy it for fun?" Lao Li said with a smile while smoothing the horse's hair: "This swallow is really beautiful."

"No." Fang Yueheng shook his head lightly, with imperceptible tenderness in his eyes, he stretched out his round fingertips, and snapped open the birdcage, the swallow inside seemed to have sensed that the person in front of him wanted to let it out Meaning, it squeaked twice, pecked its own feathers, and flew into the sky.

Fang Yueheng looked up at the swallow flying high, but he was thinking about one thing——

Swallow, Swallow, you have to help me bring Qingming back.

"Master?" Lao Li came out with two boxes of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. He just saw that the young master didn't buy them, so he went in and bought two boxes for him, and handed them to him, "Let's go."

"Old Li, is spring already here?" Fang Yueheng got into the carriage and opened the curtain again and asked.

"Yes, master." Old Li replied quickly.

"Then... it's time for Qingming to come back."

"Yes, young master." Lao Li smiled, he has always liked Gu Qingming, "Master Gu will be back soon."

When Fang Yueheng heard these words, a heavy stone in his heart seemed to have just fallen, and he nodded gently.

His Qingming will definitely come back.

The night was slightly cool, and thin frost and snow fell on the branches. Yechen sat under the tree, holding a pot of warm wine in his hand, and looked ahead in confusion.

Why, even though he had avenged his aunt, his heart still hurts so much.

The old lady passed away, and Gu Qingming's breath was cut off by him, and even Fang Yueheng left Xuzhou. He clearly fulfilled his original wish to destroy Fang's family, but why did he still feel so uncomfortable.

A gust of cold wind blew by, making Ye Chen somewhat awake.

"Yechen, you violated the destiny, are you sure you were wrong?" A dull voice came from the sky.

Ye Chen shuddered, and he immediately stood up and looked at the sky. The night sky was covered with dark clouds, as if it would rain heavily in the next moment.

"Where are people pretending to be ghosts?" Ye Chen sneered, and threw away the flagon in his hand, "People who are not capable usually hide in the dark, if you really want to talk to me, come forward."

Suddenly, a white light flashed in the sky, making Ye Chen unable to open his eyes. When he regained his composure, he found an old man in white standing in front of him——

"Who are you?" Yechen was dressed in black, which was in stark contrast to the white clothes of the old man opposite him. He frowned his brows like blades, and smiled, "It can't be some stinky Taoist priest somewhere." Bar."

"Under Qinghe." The old man stroked his slightly longer beard, held a long sword in his hand, and said to Ye Chen, "Do you know that you violated the destiny?"

"What fate, I don't believe in fate." Yechen had already seen this person, no, it was the real body of the fairy, just a crane that had been cultivated to become a fairy. "What did you come to see me for?"

"You killed a hundred-year-old swallow to avenge your own personal revenge. How dare you say that you were not wrong?" Daoist Qinghe flashed his long sword.

"Why am I at fault, isn't the Fang family the one who is at fault?" Ye Chen clenched his fists, his veins burst out, "If it wasn't for the Fang family, my mother... how could my mother die!"

"Persistence." Daoist Qinghe hadn't finished speaking yet, Ye Chen used the wind in his palm to throw the unfinished leaves on a broken tree straight to Daoist Qinghe, and the leaves looked like one by one The silver needle, mixed with enormous and infinite power, is enough to destroy a towering tree.

Daoist Qinghe took a step back, using the sword as a defense, and barely survived the attack. The silver-hilted sword in his hand suddenly trembled rapidly, glowing as if it had spirituality, and flew towards Ye Chen again.

Ye Chen hurriedly dodged, and at that critical moment, the blade of the sword pierced straight into Ye Chen's loose robe, with a sound of "stab", the black robe was torn apart——

The sword didn't hit the target person, and seemed to be a little unwilling, so he turned around again and stabbed at Ye Chen's face.

The power of this sword is so great that he can feel it is very intimidating, even if he uses his internal force to force it away, he will receive a lot of feedback.

But Yechen itself is a monster, and the monster aura in his hands is not very strong, let alone the opposite is a Taoist priest who has entered the immortal way, so he is even less sure.

But it was too late to think about it, the sword was about to pierce his heart!But Daoist Qinghe didn't intend to kill him, he gestured with his fingers, made a gesture of withdrawing the sword, and said in his mouth: "Receive..."

The sword seemed a bit spiritual, and it stopped immediately after hearing Daoist Qinghe's words, but at this moment, as long as Ye Chen moved forward a little bit, the sword would directly pierce his chest, he didn't dare to act rashly, he just raised his voice and asked: " What are you going to do?"

"Pindao just chooses for all the spiritual creatures in the world." Qinghe Daoist Priest's sword still stopped in front of Ye Chen's chest, "You killed Fang Yueheng's beloved for revenge, just like Master Fang who killed the crow to save him." What's the difference?"

"The Fang family owed me this life. If the Fang family hadn't let my aunt first..."

"How do you know that the Fang family killed your mother?" Daoist Qinghe's eyes flashed, "Do you know that your mother did it voluntarily?"

Ye Chen was shocked, and then sneered, "Why should I believe what you, a Taoist priest, do? Who knows why you did this for the Fang family."

"Pimpedao only protects the spiritual beings in the world, but you have harmed other spiritual beings because of personal grievances." Daoist Qinghe sighed and retracted the sword.

"Before you were born, the old lady of the Fang family once rescued a crow, which was your mother." Daoist Qinghe said slowly, "Your mother voluntarily made medicine to repay her kindness, but But you used your mother's kindness as a shield to harm others, and even killed other living beings, what is the difference between what you do and what you think the Fang family did?"

"Uh..." Ye Chen seemed to have been hit. He shuddered, knelt down suddenly, covered his painful head and said, "Impossible, no, how could my aunt leave me..."

"Everything in the world has spirituality. All birds and beasts have their own thoughts. Gu Qingming is just a hundred-year-old swallow of the Fang family. He has no grievances or enmities with you. Why do you want to kill him?"

"Revenge is the only thing I want to do..."

"How can there be any enmity?" Daoist Qinghe shook his head, "Obviously they are all kind spirits, but you mistakenly think they are enmity."

"I don't believe it! I want my mother to come and tell me..." Yechen's eyes were full of muddy tears. He hadn't cried for a long time, except for the night his mother died, he really never cried again a tear.

"Then I'll show you." Daoist Qinghe waved his hand, turning back time, as if returning to that snowy night.

Yechen was in the snowy night, and saw himself shivering in the nest in the tree.

Another screen flipped, and he came to the gate of Fangfu, which was full of people. He saw his young mother standing there, saying to the pale old lady: "Ma'am, since you saved my life, I should repay you now." .”

"I'm willing to be a medicine guide to help you..."

"Mother!" Yechen reached out to grab it, but he couldn't touch anything, and the picture was fleeting, as if it didn't exist.

"Why..." Ye Chen's knees softened, and he fell to his knees, "Mother, I miss you so much... Come back..."

Another rainy night.

Fang Yueheng was reviewing official affairs in the house, and he still lived in the room where Gu Qingming lived at that time, which was the room where his Qingming lived in the first place.

"Qingming, give me tea." Fang Yueheng must have been tired of criticizing, he raised his hand to the side, and was slightly stunned for a moment, and smiled wryly.

That person is no longer there, and I was thinking about something.

Fang Yueheng got up to pour tea by himself, looking at the steaming tea, he suddenly thought of staying overnight in Gu Qingming's room for the first time that night.

At that time, the two had just expressed their feelings, and it was the time when their affection was uncontrollable, but in the middle of the night, Gu Qingming suddenly had a fever.Talking nonsense to Fang Yueheng, and kept saying that he was thirsty and wanted tea.

Fang Yueheng hurriedly put on his clothes and got out of bed to make tea for him, but the tea was already completely cold in the middle of the night, so there was no heat left.

Fang Yueheng was afraid that he would have a stomachache, so he walked to his bedside and comforted him softly: "Qingming, the tea in the teapot is completely cold. I'll go to the next room and get some for you. You wait here obediently for me."

"Well... I don't want you to go..." Gu Qingming grabbed Fang Yueheng's shirt with his thin and feeble fingers, "Where are you going, I don't want to stay here alone..."

"I'm going to pour you tea, don't you want to drink tea?" Fang Yueheng touched his forehead, which was still scalding frighteningly hot.

"You're going to leave me alone again... Yue Heng, how could you leave again...I managed to catch up here...you don't want to leave, okay..."

"You idiot, what nonsense are you talking about? When did I leave again?" Fang Yueheng kissed the corner of his mouth, "I'll be right back, good boy."

After finishing speaking, he tucked the corner of the quilt for Gu Qingming again, covering him tightly, for fear that he would get cold again, so he went out in the rain by himself to get fresh tea from the next room.

At that time, it happened to be Lao Li who was watching the night. He saw his young master running out wearing only a thin coat, and hurried forward, "Oh! Master, why did you come out like this? What if you catch a cold? !"

"It's okay, Lao Li, I'll go to the side..." Before he finished speaking, he sneezed heavily.

"Young master, don't freeze to death. You'd better go back quickly. If you need anything, just call me and I'll do it for you." Lao Li felt sorry for his young master and wanted to take the teapot from him, but was caught by Fang Yueheng. avoid.

He looked up, only to see a gentle smile on Fang Yueheng's face, "I'll take care of the Qingming business, Lao Li, go back and rest."

After finishing speaking, he continued to run forward in the rain.