The weather is really getting colder.
Autumn should indeed make people feel that everything is depressed, but it passes too quickly, as if nature is rushing past and ushering in the cold winter. How much time has passed? Ten days? Half a month? The days are getting colder day by day, but there is no progress in anything, and it is as if it is frozen.
"In previous years, at this time, it would start to snow in many places."
Chenxing didn't like to take the initiative to speak, but she took the initiative to speak this time. I wonder if she felt that the atmosphere had been stiff for too long... Many days ago, before Cong Linghua couldn't get any news from her sister.
Yin Hu disappeared from the world and was never heard from again. She seemed to have disappeared outside that inconspicuous town forever, and no one knew when she would come back. These days, they have not found any valuable information, nor have they met any Six Paths Impermanence, so they have no idea where Ling Huan is going and whether it is safe or not.
The most surprising thing is that Yin Quan clearly left behind a lot of clothes, all of which belonged to her. But after divination by Chenxing, we found that the conclusions were always different. It was too deliberate, as if someone was secretly interfering with the outcome. This made her uneasy for a long time. She did not tell Ling Huan directly, but Ling Huan was not stupid. She could see anything. Judging from the behavior of being asked and avoided repeatedly, Ling Huan understood something.
Fate really played a big joke. It first robs a person of something important, then returns it, and then robs it again when you are immersed in the joy of regaining it. In this way, your despair becomes heavier and more deadly than before.
"It's not cold enough here," Chenxing continued, "there's no snow to see."
What do these words mean? Does she have nothing to say, or does she really want to see the snow? It’s really unpredictable. Anyway, to her, no one would think that she was just chatting casually without any purpose.
"I haven't seen snow in my memory for a long time." She Zishu said, "Maybe I have seen it but forgot about it."
"If you live in the south, I'm afraid it doesn't snow very much."
"I don't know that either."
"Do you remember what snow looks like?"
"Isn't this a natural thing?" Zishu felt incredible about her question. But when she saw Chenxing's indifferent expression, she began to think about the ridicule in this question. Zishu added: "Just like I remember flowers, water, and the sun, I remember all these things that originally existed."
Chenxing did not answer the call. She glanced at Ling Huan, she was still wilting, like a flower that has lost water and gradually withered. Only her sister or past friends can make her regain her life. But it's too difficult, and... it's not necessary.
It can be done. Chenxing's time is long enough for her to deal with all the problems that ordinary people think are impossible. But Ling Huan definitely doesn't have the patience, nor the time, or...life span. In contrast, Chenxing's goal has always been clear: to put aside two topics that are no longer hotly discussed, find Guixiangu, and figure out her motives.
What does she want? If the rivers and lakes are like a calm pool, and the fish in it usually live a life of preying on the weak, the ghost fairy girl's behavior will undoubtedly make this place a mess. She decided to use her own hands to set a big trap for herself to investigate the truth that she clearly knew - she was also a century-old "vixen". What on earth did she want to do?
Whenever she thought about this, she felt a stabbing pain in her chest, which seemed to prevent her from continuing to think about it. She didn't know why. Logically speaking, it should be a headache. Maybe a little anxiety in the body would trigger some...sequelae of trauma. The fight with the two tongues really consumed her too much energy, and that palm was enough to shatter her ribs.
In fact, it was broken, more than one. But soon, the wound recovered as before, and even the cracks on the bones disappeared. Of course Chenxing couldn't see this, she just didn't feel anything strange anymore, except for the indescribable, stinging pain in her heart. Of course, this is also a metaphor, after all, she no longer has a heart that can cause pain. In the past, when she was seriously injured, she could immediately rely on the spiritual power in her body to repair the wound quickly. But this is the first time it has happened so quickly. Rather than saying it is fast, it is better to say that such a serious injury can be recovered in a short time. Even Chenxing himself did not understand it.
It still hurts, not the skin, not the muscles, not the ribs. But what exactly hurts? she does not know.
Ling Huan could occasionally see her discomfort. At this time, she will break the silence and express her concern. She doesn't always think about her own affairs, or she may be paralyzing herself by thinking about other people's affairs. But no matter what, she is indeed special enough. This kind of considerate and caring behavior is a noble moral expression of human beings. Everyone aspires to it, but not everyone can achieve it. Rather, no one wants to do it, but everyone wants it. Just being willing to pay this point makes it worthwhile for Chenxing to take her and help her again, instead of just throwing her on the roadside like garbage.
There is also a possibility.
Yin Huan's previous life was Kalingbinga, she remembered this. Liulixin cannot be hurt by ordinary flames, and can even draw strength from flames. This kind of power can probably be used as repair materials. She was also thinking that she had never been the type who liked to be in groups, or to lead, counsel, or guide the weak, but it was different when she was with Yin Quan. She didn't notice it at first, but later noticed that she was never tired when he was with her. Regardless of whether it was due to Ye Yinyu's subjective will or not, this is how things happened. She began to understand what the so-called "past life karma" meant - it was such an intuitive meaning that both parties could gain certain benefits.
"It's really a real 'front edge'," Chenxing sighed. "Although it's a bit far-fetched, it's true."
This is the first town they have passed through. When Chenxing talked about this topic, it was after dinner. The three of them sat around the table, with cups filled with cheap tea in front of them.
In addition to explaining this point, her original intention was probably also partly to explain this to Yin Huan's cousin. When she mentioned Yin Huan, her expression was really happy and sad. She was happy with the new information she had obtained, but sad that she still had no news. Chenxing didn't give her much time to wallow in her sorrow - she brought up a new topic.
There is something unusual about this town.
"My intuition." She explained this way, "My intuition has always been accurate... They have been accumulated over time and refined by experience. Not to mention the heart in my chest also made me vaguely aware that this town is not clean. "
"And this breath is very familiar, maybe we have seen it before." She Zishu said.
"You noticed it too."
"The evil angel of lust," she said, "I am familiar with the fragrance of flowers, and it can be found here too."
Ling Hu suddenly became alert. There, they suffered a lot, and Yin Quan went through life and death with her. Even if they saved the remaining villagers, not only did they not get much thanks, they were also burdened with infamy... Thinking of this, Ling Huan would feel very bitter. Could a similar farce be staged again here?
Chenxing saw her frightened expression and said calmly: "There is no need to worry so much. Her demonic power is very weak, maybe she is just passing by. In this way, the demonic aura will dissipate in a few days. Or, you How many days do you really want to stay?”
"I……"
She Zishu sighed: "Oh, isn't the lesson enough? You clearly didn't get anything. To this day, I still don't understand. What kind of thing can support you to achieve this step."
"I also said that whether you do it or not, and whether you do it or not, are two different things..."
Ling Huan's voice became smaller and smaller, but judging from the results, her words were really unconvincing. Although Zishu remembered this incident deeply, he still didn't know why she still insisted on being a "good person".
"Why do you care about this? Why can't you just ignore it?" Zishu glanced at Chenxing, but she didn't express anything. Zishu continued: "So-called good people can't even express gratitude and praise, so what's the point? In terms of formal etiquette, justice and integrity, you should go through the process. It's not troublesome, but you can also leave a good impression with others and achieve something. Help. But, it’s better not to do this kind of thing that almost kills you. Although I’m not afraid of anything, you are too delicate and need protection from others.”
"Your own abilities are still insufficient. You really shouldn't rely on others to go your own way." Chenxing continued, "Okay, it's useless to continue talking about this. We won't stay too long and let this place... It will fend for itself. Even if she stays here, we don't have the time or interest to continue to entangle with her. Don't forget what we want to do. Her power has probably not yet taken root, or at least the root system is shallow and sparse; her branches and leaves are also She hasn't stretched yet, she's just dormant in the dark. She hasn't made any move yet. If the people here are smart enough, they will call in the Onmyoji when they notice the signs."
Indeed, she has survived without any accidents. Apart from the power of Ghost Hands, it is largely due to the blessing of these two strong men. She really can't borrow other people's hands for convenience, then it is not her own kindness and righteousness. She had a strange sense of frustration: the unwillingness to be attacked by others, the humility of being at odds with herself.
is not that right? She is too weak. If she were strong enough, she would not cause trouble to Xie Zhe and the others, and her cousin would not be willing to make sacrifices to protect herself.
So...so, it's better to leave this town alone.
Leave it alone? temporary.
That night, they rested in the same room. The room was not big, with three beds leaning against three walls, and the small table in the middle. There wasn't even room for a chair here, so they all sat on the edge of the bed and chatted. Fortunately, you can go to the lobby to eat, otherwise the height would be very uncomfortable.
Anyway, when night falls, they just need to sleep. Wake up the next day and continue on the road, continue to follow Chen Xing's instructions to find more clues and gather more information. They were all in a bad mood. These three dreams were destined to have their own concerns.
In the dark night, She Zishu slowly opened his eyes.
She sat up and found that both Chenxing and Lingyu were fast asleep. This is natural. No matter how much you pretend to be worried, it's already late at night. She cast her gaze out the window, and the moonlight cast a silhouette of something onto the paper window. No. Is that really moonlight? This is not the time for the moon to shine brightly. Look at the shape, is that... a tree? Before I went to sleep, were there ever these lush flowers on the branches of this tree?
She should wake them up—it was dangerous now.
A faint fragrance finally passed through the paper window and entered Shezishu's nose. After smelling this breath, she faintly read some of the information conveyed by the owner of the flower.
She quietly put on her shoes and walked downstairs.
