Everyone read the script except me [Transmigration Book]

The bonfire was lit, and the light of the fire dispelled the darkness in the tomb, and made people's spirits warm and relaxed.

The two of them had nothing to do for a while, just waiting for the time to pass and tomorrow to come.

It is impossible to feel sleepy in this kind of situation, Yan Wujiu is a person who is afraid of boredom and impatient, now he is even more bored.

He couldn't help turning his eyes to the only living creature beside him.

Seeing Feng Jianpo was also looking at him, but his eyes were dim and empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Normally, if someone looked at him like this, Yan Wujiu would definitely be angry, but now Feng Jianpo was obviously ill and his mental state was not right, Yan Wujiu guessed that the other party was just looking for a place to relax his mind, not necessarily staring at him, so he Rarely generous.

More importantly, this noble and arrogant young master is bored, and needs this only living creature to accompany him to kill time.

Yan Wujiu lifted his chin slightly reservedly, and said casually: "Feng Jianpo, Luo Yue said that in the village where she lived, when she was a child, there was an older brother named Song Feng in the neighbor's house. Didn't you say that you are a family friend with her? Know this person?" Song Feng?"

In Feng Jianpo's sight, the surrounding environment is illusory and superimposed, the person who seems to be smiling but not smiling and the arrogant person in front of him and the cold and stern man in the previous life overlap and sway slightly like cleansing water waves.

The difference is the familiar gorgeous and gorgeous eyebrows, the eyebrows of the person in front of him are still a little frivolous, and the memory is gloomy, one is mad, with a smile that is not a smile, and the other is gloomy, unfeeling and indifferent.

At that time, he wanted to talk to this person in his heart, but he was not good at words.Whenever the other party opened his mouth, he always thought about how to answer for a long time in his heart, and often only said a few short sentences, and then fell silent.When he thought about it, the other party seemed to have forgotten the topic.

He has always regretted that he had the opportunity to get to know that person again.

"Song Feng, and Luo Yue often played together when they were young. Their fathers were both hunters, and Luo Yue's mother was the only doctor in the village. Luo Yue grew up and inherited her mother's medical skills. Later, until Song Feng was eight years old, his father was injured and died while hunting, and his mother remarried to a distant cousin. Song Feng left with his mother."

The slightly hoarse voice is deep, but the timbre is young and clear, telling a story that seems to have nothing to do with him, as if there is no emotion involved, it is straightforward.

In this tomb, like a small dancing flame, it is warm and reliable.

"That man is the second continuation. One of the two previous wives committed suicide and the other died of illness. Song Feng later found out that the so-called death of illness was actually beaten to death by a man. When the man first met, he was gentle and cowardly, and he supported Song. Feng, his stepson, studies. However, if he closes the door, he will beat his wife if he doesn’t like it. That’s how the two wives died.”

Yan Wujiu was drowsy at first, but at this moment his brows and eyelashes moved, and his eyes were slightly half-opened.

Feng Jianpo has no mood swings, and the cold voice continues to narrate: "He has always been careless, he doesn't like reading, he often goes to the nearby martial arts hall to learn martial arts from others, he likes to listen to the legends, and he will be a hero in the world in the future. Etc. When he found out, his mother had been sick several times, and the man was holding a knife and his eyes were red."

Until this time, his voice didn't get colder or paused: "When he killed someone for the first time, he was only eight years old. If calculated according to his actual age, his eighth birthday hasn't passed yet. He didn't even know that it was called killing someone." , He thought he was just protecting his mother who was lying in a pool of blood. Mother covered his eyes, pushed him out the door, and told him to go to a ruined temple to find an old man. He didn’t find it, and came back at dawn.”

Feng Jianpo was silent for a while, his voice was a little weak, as if his throat was slightly stagnant: "Then, he found that his house was on fire, and everyone around him said that a gangster appeared last night and killed his family. Wan did not return home. At that time, there was an adult surnamed Gao who was handling the case. His eyes were refined and pitiful, as if nothing could be hidden from him. But he didn't say anything, and only took Song Feng away after the government closed the case. "

"Are you willing to tell me the truth? When passing through the ruined temple, the tall man found Song Feng who woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night and hid in the trembling and tearful shrine, and asked him this way. Song Feng told the truth. After that, there will be no such person as Song Feng."

"That Lord Gao changed his name and said, 'Let's call it Feng Jian Po. May you break the long night with the sword in your hand, where the bright moon can't shine.'"

There was no love, hate or attachment on Feng Jianpo's face, it was faint, more like looking at a fog that would trap him forever.

"He asked Mr. Gao. The old monk in the temple said that if you kill your father, you will go to Shura hell. After I die, will I be in hell? That Mr. Gao, the head of the six doors who just took office at that time, told him It is said that those who make women, children and the weak have to tremble and raise their knives should be in hell. And the six doors are the gatekeepers of hell. Send out those who should not come in, and send back those who escaped.”

Feng Jianpo slowly looked at Yan Wujiu who was listening silently, his cold and sharp face lost all the sharpness it used to have, it was cold and gentle, an illusion like a very faint smile.

Yan Wujiu had never seen Feng Jian breaking his smile, he only felt that he saw that stubborn young man named Song Feng on that face, who had lost the ability to shed tears and grew up silently, thinking that he was invincible.

"Master of the high sect... not all the six sects are full of annoying people." Yan Wujiu said in a low voice, "Why do the disciples you teach have more personality than the other?"

Needless to say, Gu Yuexi was so lonely and pure that she was spotless, without any selfish thoughts, emotions or desires that a living person should have.With a pair of cold and piercing eyes, it seems that everyone except him is a reserve criminal.

Zhuge Xiao is weird and unpredictable, good and evil are hard to distinguish, and his thoughts are hard to figure out.

Feng Jianpo's reputation on the road is even more ferocious than the most vicious bandits under his sword, and he can be called a humanoid killer.

Feng Jianpo, whom he called a human-shaped killer, seemed to have put his sword back into its sheath for the first time, quietly looked at Yan Wujiu, and said in a low voice: "I have claimed justice for too long, in order not to get lost in the gray chaos, Let the speed of the sword lag, and slowly everything you see is either black or white. Yan Qingdu, you are blue, like the mist at dawn, and like the twilight blue at dusk, I don’t know It's daylight or it's dark, I don't know where to put you."

Yan Wujiu blinked slowly, with a calm and indifferent expression: "It's okay, it's not the first time you suspect me, as long as you get the evidence, I'm waiting for you to send me to hell at any time."

This world is colorful and bizarre, and Yan Wujiu himself doesn't know what color he should be.

However, because of the story Feng Jianpo told about the master of the high sect and the boy named Song Feng, he didn't hate the six gates a little bit.

Yan Wujiu half smiled, his amber brown eyes were clear and dark, he tilted his head slightly to look at Feng Jianpo, and said calmly: "In the five-color world, it is a false proposition to pay attention to the absolute discipline of black and white. The more you pursue the ultimate Goodness is the closer to the ultimate evil. I am the seven emotions and six desires, greed, hatred and ignorance. In the chaotic world, all creatures desire and desire, I am greedy. All creatures fear all evil karma, I am also tainted. I am a human being, I just want to do Complicated and complete person. Not interested in becoming gods or monsters, at least for now."

Feng Jianpo stared at him in a daze. In the dark and gloomy tomb, amidst the lifeless lights and distorted lights and shadows, the man seemed to be glowing.

It is a magnificent and strange world, where all the weirdness is staged with him as the background.

Seeing it for the first time since a long time ago, he seems to be approaching, but there is no way to lead to that world.

A city built on Liuxia Chaoyun is even more difficult than flying to the Moon Palace.Even seeing it is only by accident for a moment.

That's why, when you can touch it, like a barbaric invader, you can't completely occupy it and let yourself destroy it.It seems that no one can get it. If you get more of yourself, you will have him.

Feng Jianpo smiled slowly, covering his eyes, his eyes hurt, stinging and burning.

He pressed hard, as if poking himself blind, his eyes became black and dark, and he couldn't stop the wetness between his fingers.

It took a long time before the silence returned to calm.

"Yan Wujiu..." He wanted to hear it, wanted to know how this person grew up.

However, in the silence just now, that person had already fallen asleep with his face propped up.

The fire light dimmed, reflecting the face of the person after he fell asleep, gentle and peaceful, with a faint smile on his lips and brows.People are greedy, their hearts soften inch by inch, and they want to protect her with all their might.

……

July 29th, the last day of July.

On this day, the emperor and important officials of the clan in Bianjing had already fasted and bathed, and after offering sacrifices to heaven, they were on their way to Chang'an Imperial Mausoleum.

Prepare to pay homage to the ancestors, and then welcome the coffin of the deposed prince who will come out from the accompanying mausoleum of the Fengzhuang a few days later, and rebury it in the imperial mausoleum.

Xu Wang, who was on the journey, sat in the sedan chair with his eyes closed and rested, with an elegant and deep expression, as if everything was under his control.

The mysterious Fengzhuang, hundreds of miles away, was rainy and windy last night, full of murderous intentions.

Since Bai Xiaofeng was seriously injured, he has been recuperating and recovering from illness, seldom waking up.

Mu Tianhe was temporarily in charge of the closure of the village, but last night, when he sent Yan Wujiu the two prepared martial arts cheats as agreed, he found that Yan Wujiu was not there.

Yan Wujiu's two assistants, Su Jianqing and Fan Lei, have been assigned important tasks by Yan Wujiu these days, one is responsible for monitoring all intersections and preventing anyone from entering or leaving Fengzhuang.One is responsible for guarding the accompanying mausoleum to clear the way and prevent any accidental interference.

Mu Tianhe is not a sensitive and intelligent person, but his intuition is very strong. Yan Wujiu disappeared and couldn't find two assistants for a while. He had a premonition that something big would happen, so he immediately went to Gu Yuexi's place in the rain.

Fortunately, Gu Yuexi's schedule has always been fixed, this time he didn't miss out.

After hearing what he said, Gu Yuexi decided to go out without saying anything.

Unexpectedly, they were attacked by a group of masked men as soon as they walked out of the study yard.

What made them even more surprised was that those people were wearing the clothes of King Xu's subordinates, and they kept saying that they were ordered by King Xu and Yan Wujiu to kill all of them to prevent the secret of Pei Ling from being leaked.

When Mu Tianhe was anxious and confused, Gu Yuexi remained motionless, ignoring their words, and only asked Yan Wujiu where he was indifferently.

While talking, his subordinates didn't stop.

Gu Yuexi's internal force transformed into an ice formation cast by the wind and rain, crushing everyone on the ground in a few breaths.

Without any delay, he summoned the subordinates of the Six Doors, took Mu Tianhe and the guards of the Bai family, and went straight to accompany the mausoleum.

Gu Yuexi had a cold and unwavering face, calm and steady: "Don't panic. What those people said is misleading us. The only useful information is that they care about the accompanying tomb. The most urgent thing now is to guard the accompanying tomb, no matter who Yan Wujiu is He will definitely make the same choice.”

On the road leading to Peiling, enemies like a tide kept emerging.

The well-trained and well-coordinated enemies are more like professional killers than the army, with high-strength martial arts and weird moves.Their footsteps were delayed again and again, and when they reached their destination, it was almost dawn.

Even Gu Yuexi's clothes were slightly disheveled, which made that noble and calm face look a bit fierce.

In the midst of the killing, he ordered in a cold voice with no expression on his face: "According to the previous plan, open the accompanying tomb. These people want to blow up the accompanying tomb, so we can't delay."

Gu Yuexi's resolute and stern expression quickly calmed down everyone's flustered minds.

Without Yan Wujiu presiding over the overall situation, Su Jianqing and the others who arrived late were silent for a while, and decided to act according to the words of taking care of Yuexi.

From a bird's eye view, Fengzhuang's forces are divided into four major groups.

One is led by Gu Yuexi, consisting of Fengzhuang Baijia, Liufanmen, and Yayuwei Guards to guard the tomb;

One is wearing the clothes of Xu Wang's men, and even the clothes of the Crow Feather Guards and Fengzhuang people. The common point is the masked mysterious killer force;

One is the real King Xu's subordinates, who didn't know what happened for a while, but heard the masked man said that he was ordered by King Xu and Yan Wujiu, but still had some brains, wise and wise, and didn't plan to end;

The remaining piece is a chaotic headless fly with fragmented forces. For a while, they listened to what the mysterious man said and agreed to kill the enemy with them. Later, they realized that the situation was wrong, and they either withdrew or turned their backs to help Six Doors, or planned to go down the mountain and leave Fengzhuang. Instead, they confronted Fan Lei's forces who were still guarding the intersection of Fengzhuang.

In the chaos, Yan Wujiu and Feng Jianpo who accompanied the mausoleum owner's tomb did not go anywhere leisurely.

The team of people who followed them down to accompany the mausoleum found their way to the main tomb after walking down the tomb passage overnight, although some of them were lost.

Yan Wujiu lost his internal strength and barely protected himself.Feng Jian po Yijian guarded the gate of the tomb, and kept killing them.

Outside the tomb, Gu Yuexi led a team of people to guard the line of defense, to provide time for those in Fengzhuang to go deep into the tomb safely, and finally activated the dragon-breaking stone leading to the main tomb.

Yan Wujiu was the first to hear the sound of the mechanism starting, and immediately warned Feng Jianpo: "The door is about to open, get ready to go out."

Feng Jianpo has past life memories, and knows that those people outside the door are defenseless ordinary people in Fengzhuang, and it is useless to face these killers inside.

He didn't say anything, and after killing a group of people, he immediately closed the mechanism of the tomb.

There are three agency options outside, even if those people find the right one, it will take some time.

Feng Jianpo pulled Yan Wujiu to the broken dragon stone, his expression was stern and decisive: "You go first, inform Gu Yuexi of the situation inside, I will come out after killing these people."

Yan Wujiu knew that he couldn't help here, with Feng Jianpo's martial arts, it was only a matter of time before he dragged his feet to clean up those people.

He nodded and looked into Feng Jianpo's eyes: "You will come out in a while, no matter what you hear me say, you must insist that I am telling the truth. Those people probably want to blow up the tomb, don't die. You If I die, I will be in trouble."

Yan Wujiu looked serious.

Feng Jianpo suddenly laughed, and when he finished laughing, he looked at Yan Wujiu seriously and focused: "Yan Qingdu, I like you."

Yan Wujiu was stunned, and slowly blinked his eyes: "Huh?"

Feng Jianpo quietly repeated again: "I like you. No fault."

Realizing that he wasn't joking, Yan Wujiu raised a slight smile on his lips, raised his brows proudly, and said calmly, "Thank you, you have a good eye."

He glanced at Feng Jianpo, turned around and walked straight out.

Feng Jianpo stayed where he was, slowly showing a relieved smile, watching all the obsessions and regrets in his life leave in his world.