Sword cuts mountains and rivers

Ye Wanqing turned her head to look at Xiaojunlan, what makes him behave better, it depends on Xiaojunlan's mood.

"I stay in the front hall on weekdays. If you want to follow me there, let Ning Si take you there tomorrow."

Ye Wanqing said, "Xiao Junlan didn't stay at night, he waited for someone outside from the next day, and it was the mountain god Ningsi who came.

He was led by Ningsi to the place where Xiaojunlan was staying. Ningsi was a dull gourd, and he didn't say a word to him on the way, and the people who led him to the place left.

The place where Xiao Junlan is is a three-story pavilion. He doesn't know what Junlan is doing here. The ghosts on both sides make way for him when they see him. The first floor is the main hall, and Xiaojunlan is on the first floor.

This place is very similar to Xiao Junlan's study in the mortal world. There are tall bookshelves on both sides, and the wood is black water sinking wood. This kind of wood can only be found in the ghost world. Xiao Junlan is writing at the desk and doesn't know what to write.

He was a little curious about what ghost kings do on weekdays. When he got to Xiaojunlan's side, he saw that there were densely packed ghost writings on the booklets, which looked as if they were huddled together.

Xiao Junlan took a look at him and said to him: "There are books here, if you can understand them, you can read them, if you don't want to read them, I'll send some mortal books over tomorrow."

He remembered what Xiaojunlan said the day before, thinking that he would be more obedient in the past two days, and moved to Xiaojunlan's side to start grinding ink.

The ink stick is the cold ink that grows under the red lotus hall, but it feels like ice cubes when touched, he pinches the ink stick and grinds it carefully, which he has never done in normal times.

But he often writes himself, and has sharpened the ink for himself. Today, the grinding time is longer. He mixed some water, and the polished ink made a slight movement.

Ink was stained on his sleeves, he squeezed a cleansing technique to clean it up, and said, "I'm done."

Xiao Junlan glanced at him, there was a faint smile in his eyes, but he didn't seem to have any, and said softly: "Just stay and read."

Ye Wanqing really couldn't do anything else. He went to the bookshelf on the side, subconsciously trying to find Buddhist scriptures, but there were none here, but there were a few records about the fairy clan. He took the books and found a futon to sit down on.

He flipped the pages of the book, the material of this book was heavy, with a little cool air.He looked carefully and saw something of interest on it.

Regarding Feng Jun’s descent to earth, this book is accompanied by a picture, which is made of red ink, and the appearance of the man is shallowly outlined. There is no face, but the other party is leaning on the sycamore tree. There is also a sword drawn.

I can't see the face, but the person who drew this painting is obviously very powerful. The shallow lines can outline the temperament of Fengjun, with a little looseness, and a bit of arrogance belonging to the heavenly clan.

His eyes fell on the sword, he didn't know if it was an illusion, he subconsciously took out the sword on his body, it was also a dusty sword, it looked very similar, but there was no gap on the other's sword.

I don't know if the ghost world's record is true or not, Ye Wanqing's eyes stayed on the painting, his mind went blank for a moment, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

Ye Wanqing was sitting on the futon, he heard the movement not far away, closed the classics in his hand, Xiao Junlan seemed to be going out.

He stood up and asked, "Where are you going?"

The one who came to report was one of the twelve evil gods, Xiao Junlan didn't avoid him, he was in a trance just now and didn't hear what these two people were talking about.

"Go and deal with something, I'll be back in a while, you stay here."

Ye Wanqing watched Xiao Junlan and Ning Si disappear in place, he waited in the hall, then went to flip through his book, Xiao Junlan came back after a while.

He took a look and saw that Xiaojunlan had brought back a lot of snacks, as well as fur balls he caught from who knows where, and gave them to him.

The snacks in the ghost world are slightly different from those in the human race. Ye Wanqing took a look, and her eyes fell on the fur ball in Xiao Junlan's hand. It looked like a rabbit or a fox, and it looked soft.

Xiao Junlan stuffed the fur ball into his arms, and gave him the snack, and he stuffed a piece of snack into his mouth.

The taste is a bit bitter, not very tasty.

Just as Xiaojunlan was about to look away, she paused slowly, "That's something for it to eat, not for you."

Ye Wanqing: "..."

Mao Tuan was really wagging his tail and smelling his palm, he had already swallowed, and asked, "Why didn't you say it earlier."

Xiao Junlan ignored him, he took a look, the dim sum looked like grass balls, it was indeed more like being fed to hair balls.

Xiaojunlan used to have the habit of giving him Maotuanzi before, but he didn't care much about it before, but now he remembered what Xiaojunlan said the day before, so he played with Maotuanzi for a day.

When he returned to the palace, he took the Mao Tuanzi with him, and when Xiao Junlan kissed him, Mao Tuanzi watched with curious eyes, and he followed suit, and then the Mao Tuanzi was thrown out.

Ye Wanqing took the initiative that night. He wanted to go to Kyushu to do one last thing for the Council of Elders, so that he would no longer be restrained.

He clings to Xiaojunlan, actively sending kisses on his lips, calling his elder brother for a while, his husband for a while, and finally he called Brother Lan a lot, with his arms around the person, his eyes were full of charm, coaxing Xiaojunlan promise him.

He had been lying on the bed for three full days, and he was unable to move. Xiao Junlan had been guarding him for the past three days, and he was fed porridge spoonfuls.

The fingertips didn't even have the strength to lift it up, and the bones seemed to be falling apart. Ye Wanqing was fed the porridge by Xiao Junlan, and he asked slowly, "You...have you ever thought about not being the ghost king?"

Xiaojunlan has been guarding him since he woke up, but she never showed much enthusiasm. She must know that he is following the instructions of the elders.

But Xiaojunlan still agreed to him.

"If you can stop being the ghost king, we won't go... This trip may be more or less auspicious."

He heard Xiao Junlan laugh, Xiao Junlan's eyebrows were dark and thick, "Since you know that if I go there, there will be bad luck, why do you let me go there?"

"I can't abandon the people of Kyushu."

Xiao Junlan stopped saying what it was, too many emotions were brewing in his eyebrows, and finally they were all hidden in the shadows.

Seeing Xiao Junlan like this, he felt a little bored in his heart, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't say the phrase "it's okay if you don't go".

It was as if there were densely packed ants crawling in his heart, Xiaojunlan fed him porridge spoonful by spoonful, and he grabbed Xiaojunlan's sleeve when Xiaojunlan was about to withdraw his hand.

Ye Wanqing's thin white fingertips exerted a little force.

"This is the last time... If you can come back alive, I will never see you again."

He looked at Xiao Junlan's eyes, the eyes of the two dry wells seemed to be able to suck him in, Xiao Junlan's eyes were dark and calm, but he changed his mind at this time.

There is nothing wrong with jumping over the River of Forgetfulness.

It would be great if both of them could forget about it. Now it is undoubtedly a stab in the heart of both of them. The negative emotions he suppressed for many years resurfaced again.

In my heart... I was a little out of breath.

I don't know how long it has passed, Xiao Junlan has not spoken, and he is stingy with the word "good", but he is unwilling to give him the promise on his lips.

The porridge bowl was already empty, and Xiao Junlan's figure disappeared in place, only to reappear the day before their appointment.

Xiao Junlan gave him a bowl of noodles that day, he hadn't celebrated his birthday for many years, only now did he remember that today is his birthday.

He recalled that when he was in Fenglai, Xiao Junlan also served longevity noodles for him at that time, and took him to the city under Fenglai Mountain for a stroll.

That day the city was very lively, with red lanterns hanging everywhere, he got drunk when he went back, and finally fell asleep lying on Xiaojunlan's back.

Ye Wanqing looked at the longevity noodles in front of her, it seemed to be exactly the same as that day, it was made by the same person.

After he finished eating the longevity noodles, Xiao Junlan gave him a birthday gift, which was a pendant, exactly the same as the one he wanted to give Xiaojunlan before.Originally, it should have been filled with phoenix blood, but now it is filled with some dust.

"What is this?" Ye Wanqing held the pendant and looked at it for a long time, not knowing that it contained Xiao Junlan's ashes.

It is equivalent to handing Xiao Junlan's life into his hands.

Xiao Junlan's brows and eyes were cold, and he said in a low voice: "I did it easily before."

"Oh," Ye Wanqing clenched the pendant with her fingertips. He was still happy to receive a birthday gift this year. He didn't care about Xiao Junlan's sarcastic remarks, and said "thank you" to Xiao Junlan.

At night, the two of them slept together, Xiao Junlan slept with him for the first time, lying on his pillow side, and asked him, "Where shall we go tomorrow?"

"Go to the city that never sleeps, not far from the ghost world."

"If the time comes..." Ye Wanqing looked at Xiao Junlan's side face, her voice lowered a little, "If both of us are safe and sound... I will take you to see my mother and uncle."

"Tell them that I will stay in the ghost world in the future and will not go back."

Xiao Junlan looked at him when he heard the words, his deep eyes seemed to light up a little, but they didn't seem to have any.

"The city that never sleeps... is indeed a good place."

Xiao Junlan: "Walking north there leads to the Ghost Realm at the end... that's where we met."

It is also the end of the red lotus fire.

Ye Wanqing recalled that the first time he saw Xiao Junlan was in the ghost lair outside the city that never sleeps, and the second time was in a restaurant in the city that never sleeps, when he and Xiao Junlan were separated by a screen.

"We met in a restaurant, and you called me a dirty thing that day."

Xiao Junlan seemed to be smiling, and then recalled, "At that time, I was with Cen You. I never cared about his bullying before. If there is no reason to help you with a special case, he will definitely trouble you."

"Oh, then you still think about me? You said you like me, why do you still use my spiritual roots to save sake? You regret it at the last moment... What's the point of this?"

Xiao Junlan: "As long as you are alive, I will be distracted for you for a day. The ancestor of Jian warned me before... If I get involved in the word love, maybe my future will be ruined."

"You said... Are we destined? I changed my mind, but you couldn't hold on anymore. Later, I gave my soul to Sake, and he was able to stand up... You have been unwilling to forgive me, but because of this? "

Ye Wanqing was unwilling to admit it in her heart, saying these things at this time was like looking at the past, as if in a dream, it passed away in a trance, and only the people around her were left, and nothing was left.

"It's not just that you can't touch love words... In this way, the two of us shouldn't have met in the first place. You caused me to die once by accident, but I caused you to have nothing left."

"It turned out that my uncle told me that I had been told my fate since I was a child, and I was kept outside in a different body for the first 18 years, all to save me from doom."

"But my doom has not been avoided until now... I didn't understand it before, but now I understand it."

Ye Wanqing looked into Shang Xiaojun's eyes, and he smiled slowly. With such a smile, he seemed to have returned to 15 years ago.

At that time, he also smiled at Xiaojunlan like this, and Xiaojunlan had him in his eyes, and he called "senior brother" softly over and over again.

"You said you would take me to see your mother and uncle...but it's true." Xiao Junlan asked him softly.

"Of course it is true. Since I promised you, I will not break my promise."

"As long as you don't move to the human race, I'll stay in the ghost world forever, until the day you're willing to jump into the River of Forgetfulness with me."

Ye Wanqing's heart gradually calmed down, and he fell asleep in Xiao Junlan's arms. Before going to sleep, Xiao Junlan touched his forehead with the corner of her lips, her movements were cherished and restrained.

On the day when the two of them went to the city that never sleeps, Ye Wanqing got up early, he organized his things, only some Buddhist scriptures and his own sword.

The Buddhist scriptures on the table were the ones he wrote and copied last time, and his eyes paused slightly on Feng Jun's page.

: Seven thoughts in the human world, bewitched by the fire of the mind, fallen into mortal appearances, and entered the lotus hell, and there is only one thought left, which is called love and hard to give up.

Sighing, no one has returned so far.

He slowly closed the pages of the book, and only brought his own sword, it is easy for the ghost world to go to the mortal world.

He and Xiao Junlan walked on the Bridge of Past Life, his face was scorched by the red lotus flames, and the resentment from the spirit at the bottom of Wangchuan Pond sent resentment.

The city that never sleeps is still as prosperous as before, and now people rarely mention the Kyushu Sword God a few years ago.There is a steady stream of newborn geniuses, and the mundane world remains the same without any one of them, and new stories are happening every day.

Ye Wanqing and Xiao Junlan were in the crowd, he led Xiao Junlan, the street was full of voices, others were in the world of mortals, but seemed to be outside of the world of mortals.

Red lanterns flutter, the distant sky is bright and vast, and the long wind falls in the sky.

He turned his head among the crowd and looked at Xiao Junlan. Xiao Junlan was wearing a dark blue crane cloak today, and his brows and eyes were calm like a few years ago.

The two of them walked to the northernmost part of the city that never sleeps, where it was connected to the end of the red lotus fire. The flames spread upward from the bottom of the cliff, and half of the sky was crimson.

"Do you know...why your uncle chose you to come to the ghost world?"

Ye Wanqing was still looking around. He didn't see anyone from the Presbyterian Church, so he kept worrying.Xiao Junlan brought him here and he followed him. It would be better if there were no members of the Presbyterian Church.

Hearing Xiaojunlan's question at this moment, he was a little stunned, with an inexplicably bad premonition in his heart.

"They made the right bet... the moment you step into the ghost world, your life is not in your own hands. They want to trade me for your life."

"At first I thought I hated you, you should die by my hands...but I couldn't bear it, I wanted you to live well."

"I thought that when you were nicer to me... Let's find a way together, but you can't wait."

Xiao Junlan smiled softly, the thick blackness in his eyes contrasted with the flames behind him, the stubbornness seemed to be completely gone at this moment, leaving only peace.

"I'm always... so easy to compromise with you. You tricked me into coming... I fell for it so easily."

"Xiao Wan... Do you think I can survive this time?"

There seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of Xiaojun's lips, his body appeared above the red lotus fire, and the flames almost swallowed him immediately.

His heart seemed to stop at that moment, and Ye Wanqing reached out to reach Xiao Junlan's clothes.

The fingertips felt empty, and the surroundings seemed to be silent.Numerous memories emerged in Ye Wanqing's mind at this moment, all of which were Xiao Junlan's face.

Why was it so easy to compromise this time?

why?

Ye Wanqing wanted to make a sound, but she couldn't.His eyes were blurred, and when his fingertips were about to touch the corner of Xiaojun's clothes, the endless lotus fire seemed to swallow him up.

Some scattered memories floated in his mind.

In my memory, on a misty white pavilion, a young man in red stood with a sword in his hand, with a gorgeous and arrogant appearance, a cinnabar mole at the end of his eye, listening to the teachings of his elders under the sycamore tree.

"Feng Jun has been going for a long time, and the mortal world has passed through, but it is just a dream, don't be obsessed with it, and return as soon as possible."

"Master, don't worry, the disciple will listen carefully to the teachings, and will not miss the world of mortals, and will definitely unravel the tribulation of love."

……

Ye Wanqing touched Xiao Junlan's sleeve, and before he could see the surprise and relief in Xiao Junlan's eyes, he bumped into Xiaojunlan's eyes, countless emotions welled up, and a hot tear fell down.

An old scene from his memory emerged in his mind. Xiao Junlan was standing under the plane tree, with elegant and handsome eyes and a faint smile in his eyes.

He hugged Xiao Junlan tightly in the raging fire, his voice trembled, "I never thought of letting you die for me."

The red lotus pavilion in his memory disappeared, and the figure in red gradually faded away, and his eyes were shrouded in flames.

—He can't go back.

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This article hehe, the next chapter will start sprinkling sugar.