Should the soul

Fengxian Hall.

The veranda roof with glazed tiles and double eaves is located on the east side of the entire palace complex, near the east gate. There are two front and back halls. The front hall is nine rooms wide and four rooms deep. Tang Fang just left the palace after eating a light meal, and walked towards the east gate. When he entered, a young bureaucrat stopped Zhou Yin with an official document, and Tang Fang followed the little inner prisoner himself.

"Have you already guessed?"

In the quiet and deep hall, as soon as Wang Fu of Anping stepped into the Fengxian Hall, Xiao Kongjie said in his heart: "When Huang Daxian asked you this morning, you said that you almost knew it."

King Anping let out a "huh" and said casually: "It's almost like that. In my previous life, I always liked Bingjia Liangju. If 'Zhou Zhou' hasn't lived to this day, then I can only guess Bingjia."

So Luo Shiqing's confession today only confirmed his guess from the side, and it was mentioned, so let's take it with the opportunity.Little Kong Jie thought about this clearly, felt sad for no reason, and said with a choked voice, "Are you going to leave? It's not a relative, not an enemy. It was Your Highness who scattered your own soul back then, right?"

One soul is at the Duke's place, entrusting his long-term friendship, one soul is at the sister-in-law's place, entrusting the concern for his family, and the last soul is at his own weapon, which is the glory and achievements he is proud of in this life.Although it is incredible, what does King Anping do that is not incredible?

Tang Fang was amused by the child: "What's wrong with you? It's not that you haven't found it yet, I can't remember."

Little Kong Jie sobbed: "It will be too late if you find it! You...why are you so annoying!"

Tang Fang tasted these words, and then asked, "Little Kong Jie, are you reluctant to part with me? Do you think I'm fine in your body?"

He always thought he was a child's burden.

Kong Jie didn't want to listen to his teasing at first, but when he thought that the third soul came so quickly, his embarrassment was diluted, and he said sadly: "Your Highness, I am serious, I don't want you to go, if I give birth a few years earlier It would be great if I could meet you face to face, I want to be your little follower, and I can do it for the rest of my life."

Kong Jie had never imagined that the frightening "ghost upper body" in the legend could become like this. Although he was also embarrassed and he couldn't help himself, the ghost in his body had never bullied him, never occupied him. Nest had concealed the fact that the real "Kong Jie" was trapped in his body. He kept talking to him, explaining him, persuading him. He saw how he acted and how he handled various relationships with his own eyes. Seeing his sorrows and joys, seeing his relatives and loved ones, even though Kong Jie's physical body was acting as a shield for King Anping in name, Kong Jie always felt that King Anping's soul was protecting him.

He likes this person very much, likes this extraordinary soul, and when he thinks that he will leave eventually, he feels reluctant to part with it.

What else could Tang Fang say, he couldn't promise not to leave, so he had to smile wryly, "Don't worry, I don't want to leave either, I haven't had a good two months with the Duke, how can I leave. do not be sad."

Fengxian Hall is the ancestral hall of the royal family. When he walked to the front hall, Tang Fang saw his father's memorial tablet. He looked around and planned to put incense sticks.The internal servant guarding the Fengxian Hall got the news. Faced with this complicated identity, Mr. Kong, although full of doubts, still offered it respectfully.Tang Fang took the incense and asked them to go out, disliked that they talked too much, and it sounded a bit noisy.

With a sound of "cha", the flint lit up, and Tang Fang said while doing things: "By the way, I haven't asked before. Do you still have relatives alive?"

Kong Jie was not in high spirits: "No, my parents died when I was ten years old."

Tang Fang raised his forehead, guessing that the child must have suffered a lot before: "Then they still have a cemetery, near Dongdu? You tell me, I'll go burn some money for the old man, and I'll go in the afternoon and take care of this matter." Otherwise, we will be too busy in a few days." As he spoke, Tang Fang turned to his father's memorial tablet, bowed solemnly three times, and put the incense in the incense burner.

Little Kong Jie waited quietly for him to finish worshiping, and then talked about the location of the cemetery. Seeing him pick up several more sticks of incense, he hesitated in his heart: "Your Highness, you... I saw that your father and your lord Mother..." Tang Fang took the words: "It's not good for us." He smiled, as if he didn't care, "It's nothing, there is nothing we can't say about this."

Kong Jie whispered, "Don't you blame your parents?"

Kong Jie followed Tang Fang to see a lot of private affairs in his family. The brothers and sisters of the Tang family also lost the protection of their parents when they were younger. He gave them a lot of indifference and slight treatment, but His Majesty can still enshrine them properly and give them royal incense. King Anping will still offer incense and salute in this way, and worship them calmly.

"how to say."

Tang Fang hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Not everyone will treat you well. Once you think that a relative should treat you well, you will fall into trouble. There is also a kind of parent who has never learned how to treat you well in his life. Treat you well, then don't force it, let him go as a father, let him go, let go of this father-son name, and let yourself go."

Therefore, Tang Fang's worship is like worshiping an ordinary person, an ordinary person who used to be called "father", with no resentment, no injustice, and only basic respect for the dead.

Tang Fang shrugged his shoulders lightly: "Besides, do you still remember the divination between Huang Daxian and Apin? 'The nobles have virtues in their ancestors, the sixth generation has done good deeds, and they will be rich and powerful in this life." Personal fortune, accumulation family luck, one side's water and soil luck, and even hundreds of years of national luck, the more you go up, the less personal things are. Although I don't know the reason for this, it may be a good thing in our life. , who is indeed the ancestor who has accumulated merit? Then... come here, right? "

Tang Fang said it easily, and it was almost done. He got up and walked calmly across the front hall to the back hall.The Fengxian Hall is very large. The front hall and the rear hall are connected by five indirect halls. The hall is composed of six bowls of water chestnut partition doors, and the rest are sill windows. The overlapping cornices and sill windows solemnly cut the light one by one. For no reason, the deep and solemn apse is increased, as if there is a sleeping soul in it.

Then, Tang Fang stopped suddenly after turning a partition.

Fifteen paces away, a silver-toothed gun rests horizontally on a muddy gold lotus stand.

The skylight turned over the overlapping eaves and landed on the black-golden gun head. It is difficult to describe the beauty of the weapon, the pure black, smooth, straight gun body, seven feet two in length, the red tassel on the gun head, and the long fusiform At the moment when the thin blade met Tang Fang, it seemed to have life, and it flashed coldly.

Tang Fang suddenly laughed.

The moment he saw his own weapon, he seemed to have settled down, and he was filled with indescribable joy in relief: it was his weapon, his exploits, his magnificent military life, and he once won the world's endless glory. something to respect.At that moment, like a leopard suddenly gaining momentum, he strode forward without hesitation, and rushed towards the silver-toothed gilt gun.

Little Kong Jie saw him approaching step by step.

Finally, Tang Fang's hand touched the smooth and cold sound of the gun, and the spear let out an excited clank before being firmly held by his master.

At that moment, little Kong Jie closed his eyes sadly.

It was a powerful, strange and surging force. In the dream, there was heavy snow all over the sky and a strong wind. He saw His Royal Highness King Anping strode out of the big tent, without clothes or guns, whistling and galloping. After rushing away, the Duke rushed out of the tent with his cloak in hand, shouting his name, but His Highness didn't look back.

Your Highness has been attacked.

On the opposite side were troops that they had never encountered before, each wearing a dark black cloak, and the horses under their crotches showed a strange steel gray in the cold wind, without breathing cold air or making a sound.

Unlike the previous vague memory, it was not an accidental ambush, but a long-planned ambush!

And the only thing His Highness can use is a small knife in his boot—that is the knife he used to carve ice sculptures for the Duke in private. Another huge arc, but there were so many moments that he didn't know what kind of magic was being used on the other side. Kong Jie saw it clearly, and the man and the horse suddenly couldn't move. Exhausted from the resistance, he completely collapsed.

Thick black blood suddenly sprayed out from His Highness's nostrils and mouth. He held his heart, and a strange sharp knife passed through his chest. He struggled to stand up again, but finally fell heavily on the cold ground. in the snow.

According to the book of life and death, Anping Wang Tangfang, named Zigui, was born in the spring of the first year of the Thai emperor and died in the winter of the third year of Kaiping at the age of 20.

Kong Jie's tears flowed down silently.

He saw it, saw the group of strangely dressed priests take His Highness's body away, and began to perform rituals around his body. His Highness's soul escaped from the dead, and went straight out of the warring territories of many countries and crossed the country's stele boundary. He escaped, but he never entered his Chinese army camp again. The underworld official came to arrest people on time and put chains on him. His Highness didn't believe it. He didn't believe that he died like this. I beg them to be lenient, even for a few hours, he wants to see Zhou Yin again, he has just finished arguing with A Yin, if he dies for no reason at this time, Zhou Yin will blame himself, what he told him to do, he just He will only ask for peace, just one word...!

He is only 20 years old this year, since the fate has given him endless favor, how can he be willing to let him die young!

But the underworld official is not accommodating.A trip to the ritual and music ghost disciples, the entry is not expected to survive.

Regardless of whether he will be a general in the future, no matter whether he is a high-ranking official, no one will have even one more hour in the written destiny than anyone else.

But... Tang Fang was not reconciled.

He has too many things to say, too many things to do, too much worry and reluctance, and he does not accept this unexpected death.

So he bribed the underworld official, and in a small temple full of people in distress under the wind and snow, the underworld official told him an unavoidable solution: if the soul is damaged, the underworld will not arrest it.

Therefore, Tang Fang tore himself apart.

Since then, he has escaped from arrest and has been scattered among the world since then.

So he also forgot himself.

From then on, search up and down, and the world is boundless.

Before doing it, the underworld official reminded: "Think carefully, you will suffer unimaginable pain if you tear up your soul. Even if you do this, you may never remember yourself again, and you will never go back to the past."

The underworld has very strict control over the rules of life and death, especially for people like Tang Fang who have recorded their names before they were alive. The method of destroying souls is not unique today, but no ghosts are willing to do this, so there is no record in the books of yin and yang in the world. , Because this is basically equivalent to stepping on the bridge of death once, how can a person's desire for this life be firm, and how tough must his soul be, to be willing to do such a thing?

Tang Fang stared quietly at the child curled up in the corner of the ruined temple, and said softly, "It's okay, I will go back."

Even if there is only a little bit of possibility.

The strong sunlight rolled over the corners of the cornices, casting shredded brilliant rays of light. When Tang Fang heard the footsteps behind him, he couldn't help but let go of his weapon and turned his head.

It's Zhou Yin.

At that moment, he smiled.

This smile, the smile is full of twists and turns, and the smile has gone through a lot of hardships.

It's not easy, walking all the way back here from the Far West.

It's really not easy, it's been nine years since this farewell.

Tang Fang stood quietly and upright on the high platform, looked at the sweetheart who accompanied him to make contributions and lived through life and death, and said softly, "Zhou Yin, I'm back to see you."