In the dark underground stone room, the sand of time does not move as fast as in the human world. It is impossible to know how many days and nights have passed. She can only guess based on her feelings. Here, she has experienced many mornings and nights.
Miye promised to explain everything to her and answer all the questions about Jingjue. In order to find out the whereabouts of the Dream Stone as soon as possible, Xia Qingluan listened silently to the scene where she was said to be an outsider but was in the middle. The memories of the past and flashy dreams are getting closer and closer to the mysterious figure who had a huge influence on her in the first half of her life.
How the ancient country of Jingjue was annihilated in history has not been mentioned. The beginning is about the priests of Jingjue, their responsibilities and fate.
Yue Lao, a ghost who suddenly appeared in the world more than 20 years ago, is a master of heaven, earth, control of ghosts and gods, and is capable of all five elements, eight trigrams, magic, astrology, and divination. His predictions are astoundingly accurate. And this person is just like Mi Ye. They are all elite priests, guardians of the long-extinct ancient kingdom, and God's chosen people who will forever guard the spirits of the undead.
They all come from ordinary desert families, but without exception, they are all feared and hated by the desert people as monsters because of their prophetic abilities and their long lives without aging. Mi Ye said that he was born in Yue Lao Itu After he left, he entered the stone chamber and started guarding it for more than 20 years, but when he came, he was already nearly 30 years old.
"That means you should be over fifty years old now?" Xia Qingluan couldn't help but sigh when she said this.
"Can't you tell?" Mi Ye smiled mockingly to himself. Because of this face that would not age with time, he was rejected by his fellow tribesmen and hated by his family. He lived in confusion until he met Itu at the age of thirty. Only then did I find some meaning for my existence in this world.
"Priests are lonely throughout their lives, because we are different from ordinary people, and there is only one priest in each generation."
Back then, Itu was tempted to go to Zhongzhou by the star that affected his destiny. At that time, he was still a Jingjue Priest. This identity could not be relinquished unless he died. But he knew that fate was not so easy to reverse. That's why when he was leaving, he went to Mi Ye to teach him everything he knew and learned, and then left decisively.
He had long been prepared to die in a foreign land. Even if the strange but beautiful star would not kill him, the curse from the ancient dead souls would still cause the priest to quickly die of exhaustion after leaving the desert. This This is also the reason why priests of all ages have stayed in stone chambers and the ancient city buried under the loess, refusing to leave.
It is their mission and their lives to protect the motherland and the rest of the dead.
Counting all the priests of the past, Yitu is the most special being, not only because he is the smartest, but also because of the stubbornness and stubbornness in his bones, and his paranoia that he would rather be broken than destroyed. He found that someone in the distant Zhongzhou was influencing him. When the destiny of Lanling was determined, Yi Tu did not hesitate to hand over the guardianship mission to Mi Ye in advance, and resolutely embarked on the road to Lanling, and this journey lasted forever.
Xia Qingluan was a little stunned. It turned out that the master did not die in the end, but because of something unbelievable like an ancient curse. She still remembered that when he took her away from the Poison King Valley, the master only had some minor problems, which gradually became more serious. , before his death, he was so weak that he could neither speak nor hear. Even the mutton-fat jade pendant that he never wanted to throw away was thrust into her hands early, as if he knew that his end was approaching.
"In terms of courage, I'm not as good as him." Mi Ye, while taking in the clear water gushing from the underground spring, looked back at the woman in white who was clutching the corners of her clothes with a sense of sadness. "Perhaps we are too distant from people, and we are all too timid. I didn't expect that. A brave person turns into a taciturn observer when he arrives at Lanling, not even daring to express his love to his face."
Did he never mention his feelings to his mother until his death? He always called his mother's name wildly after drinking, and always hugged the young girl and said how good his mother was. However, the master never expressed that kind of Almost crazy admiration. Maybe my mother never knew that such a person existed, and she was watching silently in a corner that was hard to see.
I don't know why, but I feel a little sour in my heart.
Uncle Xiao Qian once told her that her mother and father had a vigorous love affair that was beautiful, steadfast, and would last until death. But who knew that after that wedding that shocked the world, there were still people who quietly came and left quietly? .
It is absolutely beautiful for two people to be in love and accompany each other through life and death. How can it not be so quiet and infatuated with each other? But it is even more tragic and desolate.
"Girl?" Xia Qingluan's eyebrows were a little cold, and Xia Qingluan looked up hastily, only to see Mi Ye's fingertips dipped in water touching her forehead, "Don't think too much, just listen to it as a story - those things have nothing to do with you. "
Suddenly he felt a little angry.
"Once you are a teacher, you are always a father. If it has nothing to do with me, doesn't it have nothing to do with you?"
Mi Ye burst into laughter: "If it had nothing to do with me, it would be worthy of celebration. For so many years, I have been suffering with the love and hatred of Itu, and I have been troubled by things that have nothing to do with it. His chaos alone will affect how many generations of priests, I guess he never thought about it."
"How do other people's thoughts affect you? It's not just your own random thoughts."
"Many things, people have no choice." A trace of sadness flashed in his bright eyes, he put down the pottery pot in his hand, and Mi Ye suddenly pulled Xia Qingluan and hurried through the long and horizontal corridors. The particularly huge stone door in front of him was lifted up, and suddenly The dazzling sunlight slants in.
I don’t know how long it has been since I saw the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon.
Taking a deep breath greedily, there was no dull silence in the stone room, but a fresh smell and a long-lost feeling.
"Are you suffocating down there?" Mi Ye pulled up her wide sleeves and covered Xia Qingluan's head. The shadows of the two people on the ground overlapped and were inseparable.
Childishly opening her arms to face the disgusting dry and hot wind and sand in the desert, Xia Qingluan couldn't help but sigh that living might not be a bad thing, at least there would always be unexpected surprises. The man around her couldn't give her a home, but he could. Her most coveted dependence as a child.
Until dusk fell that day, Miye sat with her on the hot sand in silence, but in fact, that was all he expected.
This was probably the most peaceful and comfortable period in Hong Xian's life, so much so that he wanted to ask about the Dream Stone several times, but he couldn't help but swallow the words when they reached his lips, and continued to look at him or Whether it was a gentle smile or full of sorrow. For a long time, he was trapped alone in the middle of the lonely desert. He finally wanted someone to talk to and listen to him recall the beautiful past. He wanted to leave cruelly, but he always felt that he was too cruel.
Mi Ye is very much like her master, even the cooking is exactly the same, and even the dishes she often cooks are the same as those she often ate more than ten years ago.
"It's not as good as outside in the desert. All you can eat are these green vegetables. They were all planted by Yitu himself when he was here. I never thought there would be a chance for you to have such a feast." Half joking and half serious, Mi Ye set up the bowl. He pushed the four dishes and one soup in front of Xia Qingluan with chopsticks, "I really can't make anything fancy today, I can only make the same dishes I've eaten before, but the taste remains the same."
Although I don't know how many days and nights have passed, the three meals a day have never been missed. As he said, the taste has still remained the same - compared to what Master did more than ten years ago.
"I have a question."
Seeing Xia Qingluan put down her chopsticks, Miye's smile froze for a moment: "Why rush? Try your favorite bamboo shoot soup, I specially made it light."
With just these words, she softened her heart again.
When she was a child, she was soft-spoken and always said that Master's cooking was too salty. Over time, Master developed the habit of using less salt and followed her without hesitation.
"Then let's finish eating." He picked up the chopsticks again and chewed the food carefully, but it was so blocked that he couldn't swallow it.