Chapter 165: The carved fence is still there, and the traces are curling
The moon was sparse, and in a small building above Zixia Pavilion, it was the same as every night in the past four years. It was still pitch black, the doors and windows were closed, and it had obviously been unoccupied for a long time.
The ancient pines rustled in the breeze, and the roses beside the small building were in full bloom. The occasional chirping of insects broke the silence of the night. The small building was obviously so quiet and free from dust.
A figure, like a breeze, passed through the flowers and ancient pine trees next to the small building, like a ghost, floating into the small building. The whole process did not stir up any dust, let alone the ancient patrolling trees nearby.
A disciple of the Sword Sect.
The figure didn't seem to want to alarm anyone, and silently slipped into a boudoir upstairs. The door was painted red, but there was no dust on the door. It was obvious that someone came here often.
The figure paused for a moment, then gently opened the door.
The room was dark, and you couldn't see your fingers, but under the man's bright eyes, everything was as clear as day. As expected, there was no one in the room, but all the furniture and furnishings were spotless.
In the boudoir, a guqin was placed on the table, and there was an incense burner next to it. The figure took a slow breath and looked at the guqin, as if to spot the person playing the guqin. Opposite the guqin was a desk with a
There were a few books and a stack of rice paper. Turning around, there was the dressing table of my daughter's house. Under a bronze mirror that could clearly print portraits, there were several boxes of rouge and jewelry, and a wooden comb was placed next to it.
The figure looked over again, and there was a portrait hanging next to the window sill. The man in the painting had starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, an aloof expression, and a fairy sword in his hand, as if he was looking down on all living beings. But there was a hint of sadness hidden in his expression.
The color, if you look carefully at the eyebrows, there is a feeling of tenderness. This portrait is delicate and the brush strokes are euphemistic. At first glance, it is made by a woman.
The man stood quietly in front of the window for a long time, staring at the portrait, with a hint of indescribable pain on his handsome and handsome face. The man in the painting was extremely lifelike, and you could tell at a glance that he was the same as the man in front of you.
It's the same person.
But the expression of the same person is very different, as if time has stood still. The person is looking at the painting blankly, completely forgetting the passage of time. The quietness of the empty small building is mixed with the sound of insects, accompanying the man in green.
Standing in front of the window.
Maybe it was because he was moved by the scene, maybe because he had been suppressed for too long, maybe because his thoughts were too painful, scenes from the past lingered in the man's heart. In the past, the young man was high-spirited and happy with his grudges. Today, he has narrowly escaped death and cannot bear to look back. The hand he held in the past can only be prayed for.
We are old together, but now it is hard to see my beloved, and I am full of melancholy!
In just four years, things have changed like this!
There was a fierce battle in the Demonic Abyss that day, and the swordsman was shocked by the demons, and he must have become famous all over the world. However, he had run out of energy and could no longer activate the fairy sword, and fell into the abyss. I thought it was inevitable to escape, but unexpectedly I would see the light of day again today.
!The world is changing like a dream, but it seems like yesterday!
Finally, the man in Tsing Yi let out a soft sigh, as if he wanted to vent out all the resentment, unwillingness, longing and hatred he had accumulated over the past few years.
Suddenly, a low sneer came from his arms: "You stand here like a fool for a long time before sighing? Didn't you sneak into other people's boudoirs to steal fragrance and jade? Could it be that you are looking for an opportunity and feel that tonight
Want to run away in vain?”
This voice was extremely vicissitudes of life, and using the technique of "thousand-mile sound transmission", it reached the ears of the man in Tsing Yi in a deep voice.
The man in green was silent for a moment, and then said using the same technique of "transmitting sound into secrets": "I don't need you to worry about my affairs."
The voice said in a narrow-minded manner: "Hey, you kid is so annoying. I don't think you and I have been friends for more than four years. You kid helped me get out of trouble, so I don't care about your mess!"
The man in green said coldly: "Listen, no matter what grudges the Ancient Sword Sect had with you in the past, times have changed now. You can't insult the Ancient Sword Sect in front of me, let alone hurt anyone, otherwise don't blame me for turning your back on them!
"
The voice also sneered: "Are you threatening me? If I really do it, how can you stop me?"
The man in green clothes was unmoved and snorted and said: "You old boy are not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue. You may not be their opponent if tall and short old men join forces. If you don't believe me, give it a try!"
The voice said with a "hehe" smile: "That day when we broke out of the abyss, they couldn't stop you and me, so what chance did they have to show off in front of me?"
The man in green ignored him, knowing that he was just trying to promote himself, and said calmly: "If you dare to touch a single hair of the Ancient Sword Sect, I will make you a Yuan Shen for the rest of your life!"
The voice said angrily: "Are you threatening me? Do you think that after saving me, I will listen to you? I have many ways to restore my body, so why do you have to be so sentimental?"
The man in green sneered and said, "Then why don't you leave? I'm not some sweetheart that you, the old boy, will never leave."
The voice was so angry that it cursed and cursed endlessly, and it actually lasted for half a stick of incense.
The man in Tsing Yi ignored him and walked to the dressing table. He saw that the dressing table was spotless, someone must have been cleaning it frequently. The girls' accessories were neatly placed, as if the previous owner was still here yesterday.
The man in Tsing Yi stared blankly at the figure in the bronze mirror and murmured in a low voice: "It's useless to miss lovesickness. It's just madness to be melancholy." His tone actually contained vicissitudes of life, and a sense of melancholy arose spontaneously.
The voice was probably tired of scolding, and seeing that the other party never responded, it felt a little boring, so he couldn't help but say: "Whose bird poem is this? It does have some flavor."
The man in green said with disdain: "What kind of poetry and songs do you, a rough man, know?"
The voice was furious and cursed: "You bastard, when your grandfather and I could read, you were still in your mother's mother's belly. Why do you say that I don't understand poetry?
"
The man in green was not angry and said: "You understand the poems and their meanings? Do you understand the pain of missing each other and the joy of falling in love? Talking about this with a disembodied old boy like you is like playing the piano to a cow."
The man in Tsing Yi was speechless for a while, and then he said after a while: "What do you guys understand? I was also a romantic figure back then, but later... later I became obsessed with the way of heaven, and then... Bah, why am I talking to you about this?
!”
Suddenly, the man in green said softly: "Someone is coming!" After saying that, he ducked and hid behind the cabinet. The voice said unhappily: "She is just a woman with no cultivation, what are you afraid of? I am very unhappy now.
, wants to kill someone, if you make me angry again, I will rush out and suck out her blood essence!"
The man in green snorted coldly and said: "You can go and give it a try, I will never save you."
The voice paused: "It doesn't matter..." but he still put away his voice.
At this time, candlelight lit up underneath the small building, and then footsteps sounded as someone went upstairs.
Not long after, the door of the boudoir was gently pushed open, and a burst of candlelight shone in through the gauze of the lantern. The man in green clothes saw clearly in the darkness, it was a woman holding a lantern, and there was a bamboo in her hand.
Basket. She didn't realize that there was anyone else in the room. As usual, she lit the candle in front of the window sill and sat down on the chair next to her.
This woman was about forty years old. Although her appearance still showed the beauty of her youth, there was always a sadness in her eyebrows that could not be dissipated. She looked around at various things in the room, and after a moment she whispered to herself
: "Shuang'er, mother came to see you again tonight. Although you are no longer here, it feels like mother has never touched the things in the house. I always think that one day you can come back and have a look."
As she spoke, she took out the fruit from the bamboo basket: "This is your favorite fruit. My mother bought it from the mountain in the afternoon. You can eat it at any time after you come back."
The man in green clothes was behind the cabinet, thinking in his mind: "It turns out that she is Shuang'er's mother. Since ancient times, parents love their children the most, and it's not easy for her!"
The woman added: "In the past two days, the security in the camp has been strengthened a lot. I heard that someone is coming to invade the mountain, and a lot of extra people have been sent to the back mountain. Your grandfather has been running around for days and lost a lot of weight. If
If you are here, you can still make him happy; if your father is still alive, you can share some of the pressure, alas!"
The man in Tsing Yi was surprised when he heard this: "Shuang'er's father is gone? She never told me about it!" Thinking that the two of them had only been in love for half a day, and how could they say anything about themselves? The man in Tsing Yi felt melancholy.
The woman sat for a while longer, then reluctantly stood up, blew out the candle, and said: "Shuang'er, mother is leaving. I will come back to talk to you tomorrow night. You are alone outside, so be careful about everything...
…”
When she said this, her heart was filled with sorrow and tears welled up in her eyes. When she was about to turn around with sobs, she found that her vision went dark and a tall figure appeared in front of her.
The woman was startled and shouted: "Who is it?"
When her eyes came into contact with the face of the man in green, she seemed to be stunned. She quickly looked back at the portrait, turned her head suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "Is that you?"
Under the candlelight, the handsome face of the man in green was extremely clear. He said painfully: "It's me, Mrs. Yang..."
Mrs. Yang stared blankly at the young man in front of her and said, "Linghu Heng, are you a human or a ghost?"
Linghu Heng smiled bitterly and said: "In your eyes, am I not a lonely ghost? You must not have thought that I would escape from the Demonic Abyss, right?"
Mrs. Yang saw Linghu Heng's sadness in his painful eyes, and she couldn't help but said: "Yeah, I didn't expect you to come out... How did you come out? Could it be that... you were sleepy five days ago?
Does the drastic change in the Demonic Abyss have something to do with you?" Although she had no cultivation, her intelligence was not inferior to anyone's. After thinking about it for a while, she figured out the reasons why Linghu Heng was trapped in the Demonic Abyss five days ago.
This man in green is none other than Linghu Heng, who fell into the Demonic Abyss before! (To be continued)