Yao Yao took out a small bronze mirror the size of a palm from his sleeve and looked at Han Changmu's face: "Sir, what's wrong with you? You have gray hair, which you didn't have just now."
Han Changmu's expression changed, and he also saw something unusual about Yao Yao, and blurted out: "A Yao, you, your face."
Yao Yao hurriedly turned the bronze mirror to look at himself. He suddenly felt sad. He pressed the fine lines at the corners of his eyes and howled at the top of his lungs: "Oh, damn, I, I, why do I have wrinkles?"
The two looked at each other, and in just a blink of an eye, their faces looked ten years older.
Yao Yao suppressed the ups and downs of her heart. She couldn't vent her anger to Xisi, so she picked up the cup and was about to smash it to the ground, but suddenly she whispered: "Sir, why has the color of this water changed?"
Han Changmu leaned over and took a look. The originally crystal clear water was now a little more turbid.
Yao Yao held the cup, tilted his head and said attentively: "The water seems to be a little cooler, but not much. Look at the heat, it was originally gathered together, but now it is a little dispersed."
Seeing everything in front of him, Han Changmu was shocked, and finally understood where the familiar feeling when he first came came from.
He said solemnly: "I remembered, this is one of the formations recorded in the fragment of the book, called Jinse. The two glasses of water are the leaks here. Every time the water temperature gets colder, you and I will The lifespan will be reduced by ten years, and the ten years lost will be taken away by the formation under the twenty filaments. When the water temperature completely cools down, it will be the end of your life and mine."
Yao Yao's hand shook, and he quickly put the cup back on the small table, biting his lower lip to calm himself down: "Sir, sir, is there a way to break this formation?"
Han Changmu pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on the chess game with more black and less white: "Yes, if you crack the chess game, half of the formation will be cracked, and your lifespan will not be reduced anymore. You only need to find a way to cut off the thin threads." ." He turned to look at Yao Yao and smiled: "Can you play chess?"
Yao Yao smiled bitterly: "No."
Han Changmu smiled: "Then go and get the lantern, heat the water, and let it cool down slower, so that we can age slower."
After saying these words, Han Changmu's hair seemed to be stained with salt flakes, with streaks of black and gray, and thin lines appeared on his originally tight face.
Yao Yao was ten years younger than Han Changmu, but she could not withstand the ravages of time. She looked at her sagging skin in the bronze mirror, the strings hanging from her lower body, and the crow's feet that could not be bounced away, and thought to herself, wait until she goes out. , be sure to apply a few more masks in retaliation.
Thinking of this, she took out the candle from the lantern and placed it on the ground, sat cross-legged, held a cup in one hand, and placed it on the candle to warm it.
Han Changmu breathed a sigh of relief and said thankfully: "Fortunately, the formation in front of me is not the most powerful Jinse. Every cooler water temperature will only shorten the life span by ten years, but the most powerful Jinse will reduce the life span by ten years." Fifty years.”
Yao Yao's lips were dry and he couldn't speak for a long time. The most powerful Jinse collected fifty years of life at a time. Wouldn't it kill someone in one go?
Han Changmu lifted up his clothes and sat next to Bai Qi. He raised his hand to the empty opposite side and said, "Please."
In order not to cause trouble for herself, Yao Yao put away the bronze mirror. If she didn't look at it, she would pretend that she hadn't aged. However, she always wanted to look up at Han Changmu Luozi, so she could avoid seeing his face, almost counting. The wrinkles growing on his face made his heart grow colder and colder as he looked at them, as if he had already seen his own face that looked like dried old tree bark.
There was silence in the Zen room. He Zhenfu and the guards were waiting outside. When he heard that there was no movement inside, he suddenly felt ominous. He rushed in with a knife in hand. Looking at the empty Zen room, he staggered and failed. He closed his legs and fell to the ground.
He pounded the ground vigorously and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Where are the people, where are the people, where are the adults, Yao joins the army!!"
When the inner guards heard the commotion, they rushed in one after another and looked at each other in the Zen room.
He Zhenfu got up, staggeringly holding on to the wall, covering his pounding heart, blushing and yelling: "Look, look, dig three feet into the ground to find the master, go quickly. "
The inner guards dispersed with a roar, some were rummaging in the Zen room, and others were digging in the courtyard.
At this moment, a white shadow floated in the distance, and the night wind rolled up the white corners of his clothes, like a ghost shadow hanging in mid-air, sometimes crossing the night sky, sometimes passing over the treetops, and then... The whining sound of the wind was definitely that of a ghost.
This ghost, with his hair loose, swung to the door of the Zen room, slapped his thigh, lifted two strands of hair from his forehead, and shouted in a high-pitched voice: "Oh shit, I'm late."
This shout startled the inner guards, and they all raised their heads and screamed in unison. They forgot about their liver and gallbladder being split apart, and had only one thought in their minds, this man is so black, so fucking black.
He Zhenfu heard this ghost cry and rushed out to see. He staggered and shouted loudly: "Who are you?" He paused. Is this person a human or a ghost? How did he escape from the eyes of the internal guards guarding the outside? Someone broke in from below. Thinking of this, he felt a little angry: "How did you get in?"
The ghost patted his thigh triumphantly: "You're walking in." After saying that, he lifted his leg and was about to walk into the meditation room.
With a clang, He Zhenfu held the sword in front of him and shouted: "Get out, the Internal Security Department is handling the case, no one else is allowed in."
The ghost sneered: "Department of Internal Security, if you don't let me in, I'll wait until Han Jiuchao collects the body."
He Zhenfu was stunned for a moment, and in that moment, the ghost dodged into the meditation room from the side and threw a sign to He Zhenfu with his backhand.
He Zhenfu took a look, his expression changed, and he hurriedly threw the sign back. It was too hot to touch.
The ghost floated to the south wall, tilted its head and looked at the plain white wall, looked left and right, and suddenly drew out the sword from his waist.
He held a golden bell in one hand and a white sword in the other, swinging like a group of demons dancing in front of the white wall, which looked awkward.
He Zhenfu walked over on tiptoes, patted the ghost on the shoulder, and said, "Sir, are you a big rope jumper?"
The ghost was frightened, and jumped out far away with a howl. It turned around and cursed: "Why are you walking silently? You don't know how scary people can be."
He Zhenfu snorted: "Sir, you are good at jumping with this big rope."
The ghost spat: "Go away, you are the one who jumps big rope, your whole family is jump rope." He showed off his master's style, rang the bell and said: "Stay away, don't affect me" I play.”
His shadow extended from the ground to the wall, and the clear bells kept ringing, as if he was laughing or crying. The long sword was raised above his head, and the tassel of the sword was shaking, making people dizzy.
His behavior attracted the guards to watch, pointing and whispering, as if countless mosquitoes and flies were circling and buzzing in the Zen room.
He Zhenfu turned his head and glared at the guards impatiently.
The inner guards immediately fell silent, not daring to speak nonsense, and only made eye contact.
The ghost turned a deaf ear to everything behind it, and only concentrated on ringing its bell and swinging its sword, while circling in front of the white wall, mumbling something. As for what it was mumbling, no one could understand it.
Suddenly, he softly uttered the word "open", stretched out his legs, and squeezed into the white wall.
There was not a single gap in the wall, and his body was not as thin as a piece of paper. However, in full view of everyone, he squeezed in first one leg, then his shoulder, and then the other leg.
In the end, most of his body was squeezed into the white wall, leaving only his head and half of the toe of his shoe exposed outside the wall.
The guards were so frightened that they couldn't even scream. Their legs were shaking non-stop. Their legs were as soft as soup cakes. They couldn't stand or move. The words "Ghost!" The baby was right next to his mouth, but his tongue was tied and his mouth was trembling, so he couldn't scream.
At this moment, the ghost shouted: "Oh, let me go, why am I stuck? Who, come on, come over and help me, give me a push."
The inner guards looked at each other and gave him a push, "Don't be ridiculous, you can't move at all, okay?"
He Zhenfu turned around and cursed the useless thing, dragged his two limp legs and walked over, asking: "Where to push?"
The ghost moved its neck, and its voice became hoarse: "Push your head, hurry up, you're suffocating me to death."
He Zhenfu suppressed the fear in his heart, held his head with shaking hands, and pushed him into the white wall.
Han Changmu twisted a white piece and stared at the chess game without making a move for a long time.
The situation on the chess game has changed drastically. Black and White each occupy half of the country. You have me, and I have you. Although the outcome is still undecided, White's defeat has obviously been reversed.
The two candles on the ground were half burned, and the flames were no longer so bright.
Yao Yao always held the two cups, numbness and pain wrapped around his entire arm from his fingertips, and his stiff skin trembled slightly.
Han Changmu took a deep breath, blew through a strand of white hair that was hanging down, and twisted Bai Zi's hand. The skin was dark yellow and dull, covered with fine lines. The hand seemed to be wrapped in a layer of chicken skin. Chicken skin The lower skull joints are visible, and he is surprisingly thin.
With a click, the white piece finally landed on the chessboard.
Yao Yao quickly looked up. She didn't understand chess and couldn't tell the winner. She asked in a deep voice: "Who won?"
Before he finished speaking, there was another change on the chessboard. The black pieces flew out of the chessboard and landed in the dark chess jar.
At this moment, the filaments crisscrossing the air trembled slightly for a few times, and the light dissipated.
Han Changmu breathed a long sigh of relief, and the sweat he had been sweating for a long time fell down, and he said in a hoarse voice: "If it is broken, the lifespan will not be reduced anymore."
Yao Yao quickly put down the two cups and rubbed her stiff arms, which were also covered with chicken skin. She murmured: "My life span will not be reduced, but I have already grown so old. How will I see people in the future. "
