Copper Coins

The bamboo floor on the second floor of Panpan Mountain is very simple. It is so simple that it is almost unpopular. There is only one bamboo bed in Rongkong. Seeing that, almost no one has ever slept.

To be exact, the whole of this seemingly bedroom-like room seemed to be visited by few people. I don't know what kind of days the former host had lived here. It doesn't seem like eating or drinking or sleeping will make you immortal.

But no matter how the owner used to live here, he is now lying quietly on a bamboo bed like an ordinary person—

Xuan Mian was covered with a long white coat with no blood on his face, showing a lifeless gray, his hands loosely folded in front of him, cold like ice, but motionless.

In the first two days, Xue Xian played with him a lot. Because he couldn't get hot anymore, he was always like ice. Xue Xian then gave him a layer of heat around him, always warming him. Later I felt it was still cold, so I wanted to find something to cover him.

He rummaged in the bamboo building for a long time, but he didn't even find the bedding, so he went to the county outside, spent some money, put some bedding and thicker robes.

Xue Xian originally wanted to take off his robe and cover it with Xuan Mian. However, the black robe that was very pleasing to the eyes was covered on Xuan Mian's body, and then lined with his dying complexion, how to look and glare.

So that no matter what fierce Xue Xian, for the first time some taboo in black.

For two days, Xue Xian was almost tossing and covering Xuan Mian with a quilt for a while. I also feel that such a heavy thing does not go well with Xuan mercy. Switch to a different color robe, but don't panic as you see it ...

He tossed around for a long time, and finally found a clean white robe and covered Xuan Merci.

After finishing the robe, he felt that lying with his hands down was a bit unaccustomed to looking at it. In fact, lying down with him was a bit strange. In Xue Xian's memory, Xuan Mercy was either meditating or was calmly and quietly busy with something serious.

Xue Xian couldn't help sitting for a while, and he busily changed Xuan Mian's posture again. He fiddled with his arms and folded his hands in front of him.

After settling Xuan Mian, Xue Xian ran a hundred wormholes by himself again. Go straight to the last stone room, all the weird characters on the stone wall are spread down.

But he didn't know those characters, and Takuya couldn't solve anything for a while.

He even took the time to find Mr. Qu in Shanwai Village and asked him to take a look at the content of Tuo.

It ’s just a pity that Old Man Qu does n’t recognize it, only to say that this strange symbol is a bit like the old character of their tribe. I have seen the old man write one or two sporadically, but no one used it a hundred years ago People who know those old words today have long since become loess.

Therefore, the word returned by Natuo was temporarily unusable, and Xue Xian was reluctantly put it away.

He found himself a lot of trivial things, and kept busy around Xuan Mian, because he did not dare to let himself be completely idle. Once he was quiet, he would clearly feel that Xuan Mian had a little soul on his body. No more gas.

Xue Xian's eyes are very good, he can see people, he can see ghosts. He has seen Jiang Shining, Mrs. Liu, and the wounded soldiers in the army ... He has seen many things, living people, or dead ghosts, but he ca n’t see anything other than the physical body of Xuan Mercy. all.

However, what he can do is ultimately limited. After three or four days of continuous work, he finally inevitably calms down.

Once calmed down, he can sit by the window frame and watch Xuan Mercy for a whole day, sometimes just just looking at him and want to find a slight change or movement. Sometimes I just watched Xuan Merci be thinking.

In his neck socket, the tiny mole left by Tongshou spider is still dim, like a star's already dried blood, and I don't know when he will be able to live again, or maybe he won't be able to live again ...

Xue Xianming Ming has been alone for thousands of years, and it is long time to get used to quietness without any disturbance. But now, Xuan Merci just lays down, doesn't open his eyes, doesn't speak, and doesn't breathe, he realizes a long sense of loneliness ...

Fortunately, he soon found himself another thing to do.

This time it wasn't a trivial matter of changing clothes or changing postures-he found an old book in the collection of this bamboo building.

That book should have been written by someone, and I don't know how many years ago, the paper inside has become crispy, and it seems to break it with a little intention. It was kept in the cabinet for a long time, and the mountain was wet again, and this bamboo building had not lived for a long time. So that the pages are not so flat, and some handwritings have been faded a lot.

But this does not prevent Xue Xian from looking at the book-half of the book is something that Xue Xian cannot understand.

No, it's the kind of character on the stone wall, and the other half uses the commonly used words to explain the meaning of those weird characters.

The contents of this book are very detailed, and it can be seen that the people who wrote these books were calm and patient.

Xue Xian hurriedly turned to the last page, and sure enough, the paragraph is still the expected two words: the same lamp.

When he was enchanted on Jiang Songshan, he had been implicated by copper coins and saw part of the memory that Xuan Mercy finally recovered. Later, when he was awake, he briefly combed along the part he saw, and almost understood the inside story and inheritance of the name of the state teacher and the lamp.

Looking at it that way, Baiwormhole made the same lamp with the same spider, and the same lamp with which this book was written, should be the same person, the first one.

Xue Xian has not seen the same lamp, but according to this book, he should not be a villain, at least he can be a mentor.

After looking through the book, Xue Xian didn't delay for a short while, and turned out the paper with the characters extended. He compared the contents of the book and commented it word by word. He never slept, it took four days to thoroughly understand the contents of that paper.

Then he sat silently at the desk for a whole night ...

One person, without a word, took all the endless scourges and pains of his life, but did not even ask for a response.

Had it not been for his coincidence that he had read the contents of the stone wall, perhaps he would never have known what the other party had done ...

How could such a person be left behind?

You can find it after entering the reincarnation, not to mention not yet. Tiannan Haibei, no matter where he is, he will drag it back.

******

Suddenly it snowed again in the wilderness and the sky, not the kind of shockingly cold, but a large expanse, clean and flawless, and even brought a nearly gentle taste.

"It's New Year's Eve." Tong Deng stood by the door with his hands on his back and looked up at the heavy snow falling under the sky for nine days, suddenly as if he had forgotten something, and asked, "I can't remember something. Years? "

Xuan Mian is still nursed in the house. He suffered too much damage, and he could not be brought up at a short while. At least he can't easily retrieve his hand like the same lamp.

He seemed to be sitting cross-legged on the futon, but it was slightly floating.

He couldn't hold a thin needle in the palm of his hand. The fine needle will pass through his palm and fall to the ground.

After hearing the question from Tong Deng, Xuan Mian answered with a closed eye and said, "Twenty-three years after Tianxi, today is twenty-four."

In the same dark eyes, the fluttering snow was like a lake without a deep bottom, as if the centuries had passed by such squints and open eyes. After a long time, he said something lightly: "Oh, Tianxi ..."

There was some meaning in his tone, but after the two words were finished, he didn't speak again, didn't know what he was thinking, or simply sighed that the time was too fast.

"It's snowing for the next night, a good sign." Tong Deng said a final word, and then turned back to the room to continue teasing the apprentice, but before he could move, he suddenly heard a faint thunder from above Here it comes.

The thunder came without any warning, so abrupt that it didn't seem to be natural.

Upon hearing the sound of thunder, Xuan Mian, who had kept her eyes open for many days, suddenly opened her eyes.

When Xue Xian turned the dragon, Yun Lei was always with him, so that Xuan Mercy soon became a habit. Whenever he heard such a thunder, he always felt that Xue Xian would fall in front of him with that thunder.

But then he closed his eyes silently. Today he is non-ghost and non-persistent. As a general rule, no one can see him, and it doesn't matter where he is. How could Xue Xian come over.

Tong Deng suddenly said in surprise, "This thunder ..."

Before he finished speaking, Lei, who had been hidden for nine days, had already taken shape. The white light was like a deadly meandering dry branch that split straight down and the point of fall was very clear. It was Dazao Temple.

Tong Deng watched the strange Xuan Lei heading for the roof where they were standing, seeing that it was going to be split, and because of some things, it stopped.

This thunder came inexplicably and walked inexplicably, as if to surprise them, and it seemed ...

I don't know if it is his illusion. This Xuan Lei has a spirit that is irresistible to the ghosts and ghosts. It is definitely not something that can be attracted by the tricks of Lei Ling or the side, it is more like the kind that will be encountered during the calendar. But this is fine. Where did the people go?

So I thought I might be wrong.

"Don't be your real dragon?" He turned to look at Xuan Mian.

Hyun Mercy: "..."

What is "your real dragon"? Xuan Mian was too lazy to open his eyes, and had no unrealistic illusions.

But he doesn't need to talk about it, the same lamp already has the answer--

Because he had just asked this question, there was a faint dragon yin in the distance, just a few blinks of effort, a figure in black, wrapped in dozens of fast thunder, and landed in front of the door.

The movement was too big and too familiar. Even Xuan Merci could not remain indifferent, he opened his eyes suddenly and looked out of the door.

Xue Xian's appearance is not different from the previous one. His skin is still so pale, and his facial features are beautiful. However, Xuan Merci seemed to have not seen him for a long time. He was clearly separated by two feet, but he had somehow missed the birth and death.

When Xuan Merci's eyes didn't turn around, Shan couldn't move away from Xue Xian's body.

Xue Xian looked a little puzzled. Standing in front of the door, he seemed to be invisible to the two in the room. He frowned, glanced around the room, expressing a deep and complex emotion in his expression.

He can't see.

He really was invisible.

The light in Xuan Mian's eyes was darker, and there was a heavy gentleness. People can't help but feel sad.

However, the next moment, Xue Xian's gaze passed away from where he was sitting, and he suddenly paused. He didn't seem to look so real, and frowned for a long time, before tentatively screaming, "Bald ass?"

Same lamp: "Oh."

Xue Xian was completely unaware of the same lamp, his gaze only slightly sweeping where Xuan Mercy was.

Xuan Merci gave a deep reply, "Well."

Same lamp: "Oh."

However, Xue Xian, Xuan Merci's response, did not hear it. He stared at it and waited silently. Finally, he couldn't wait. He felt a string of string from his sleeve quite clearly, and wrapped it around his wrist twice. When it was formed, the string of light shimmered, and he was alive.

"Since I shouldn't speak, I can't blame me." Xue Xian drew his eyes, muttering while twirling the string. After speaking, he pinched the other end of the string to his fingertips, pointed in the direction of Xuan Mercy, and then raised his hand and flung.

The other end of the twine seemed to be alive in the air, only rushing towards Xuan Mian, and swayed around him twice, and then wrapped around Xuan Mian's wrist accurately, tied several laps, and tied it firmly.

For a moment, Xue Xian's complexion suddenly slackened, and he smiled silently with a corner of his mouth, and said, "I've caught you."