When Gu Xu completed his spiritual salvation, a faint fish belly white appeared on the distant horizon.
The mist over the pond gradually dissipated.
The faint morning light filtered in from the window, illuminating the furniture and furnishings in the house.
At this moment, Gu Xu finally felt a little tired.
Fighting a fifth-level monk will consume a lot of his true energy and spirit.
However, he has been using strong willpower to maintain a high degree of concentration.
He didn't dare to rest for a while until the enemy was completely dead.
He dragged the chair next to the desk and sat on it, recuperating and restoring his true energy.
At the same time, Chu Fengge stood up from the ground and returned to his former energetic and arrogant self.
Chu Fengge, who possesses the magical power of "weed", has an extraordinary ability to recover his true energy and physical strength.
Even though he had been drained of his true energy by Gu Xu just a few minutes ago, he has now become a lively and heroic man again.
"I came to this haunted house of the Lu family on this trip. Although the process was a bit dangerous, I was still very fruitful in the end." Looking at the devastated Lu house in front of him, Gu Xu thought silently, "Not only did I get it for Mr. Chen, The method to break the 'frost erosion' curse became the new owner of the 'Jinghong Pen', and after leaving Luzhai, I was able to receive five thousand meritorious deeds and a high-grade spell from the Exorcist Department as a reward.
"When the merit is obtained, I will no longer have to worry about insufficient elixirs.
"I was quite embarrassed to have relied on Shi Xiaohan's support before. But now, being poor, I finally have the opportunity to experience what it's like to be rich.
"Sure enough, wealth must be gained through risk!"
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At this moment, the weapon spirit of "Jinghong Pen" came to Gu Xu and bowed deeply to Gu Xu.
"On behalf of my young lady, I would like to thank the young master for his help," she said in a sincere tone. "If it were not for the young master, I don't know how long it will take for the young lady's wish to be realized."
At the same time, a light blue flower note slowly fell from the air onto Gu Xu's lap.
Gu Xu picked it up and found three simple words written on the paper - "Thank you".
The handwriting is beautiful and elegant, just like the person.
A faint smile appeared on his face: "You're welcome, Miss Lu. I took action against Tang Hui mainly for myself."
Hearing his words, the "Jinghong Pen" weapon spirit lowered his head and did not speak immediately.
After hesitating for a long time, she then slowly said: "Sir, you should know that now that your long-cherished wish is gone, my young lady's obsession will soon dissipate. From now on, in this world, there will only be Yishan Snow Girl and no more Qingzhou." Lu Shiyao.
"And I will also disappear with the lady.
"This should be the last time we see each other."
Gu Xu frowned slightly, a little puzzled: "As the weapon spirit of the 'Jinghong Pen', you were already called the 'master' just now - shouldn't you leave this old house with me?"
"I'm sorry, I hid some information from you before," Qi Ling sighed softly, "You have to know that even among famous weapons, the 'Jinghong Brush' is extremely special.
"In the hands of different owners, it can not only display different spells, but even the form and ability of the weapon spirit will be different.
"The power of the weapon spirit depends on the master's mastery of the 'Jinghong Pen'.
"After the owner dies, the 'Jinghong Pen' weapon spirit will also dissipate. It will not give birth to a new weapon spirit until the new owner takes control of it and understands its power.
"I am forced to stay in this world because of my lingering obsession with you. Now, it's time for me to leave."
Gu Xu remained silent.
He had heard that the "Jinghong Brush" was the most loyal and famous weapon in the wilderness; but he did not expect that the spirit of the "Jinghong Brush" could actually share life and death with its owner.
Thinking of this, he glanced at the faint morning light outside the window and the hazy luster of the jade railings.
He knew that when the sun rose, with the disappearance of the remnant soul of Lu Shiyao and the spirit of the "Jinghong Pen", everything in the Lu family would become a thing of the past forever.
At this time, his eyes suddenly fell on the unfinished song "Qing Ping Le" on the table.
"Actually, I'm curious, why hasn't Miss Lu tried to finish this poem after so many years?" He asked, "With Miss Lu's literary talent, after completing this poem, there will surely be another poem in this world. Excellent work.”
Qi Ling replied: "When the lady wrote this poem, it was when the Lu family was about to be confiscated. At that time, the cold rain had just stopped and the yellow flowers had just fallen. The lady's mood was filled with sadness.
"However, as soon as she was halfway through writing, Tang Hui and the soldiers he brought rushed into Suxue Zhai, shackled her, and sealed her cultivation.
"When she came back to life and returned to this house, her heart was filled with hatred, and she could never regain the state of mind she had when she wrote the lyrics."
"I see." Gu Xu nodded, expressing understanding.
At this moment, looking at the Lu family's old house where the gloom was gradually dissipating, Gu Xu had an inexplicable strong impulse in his heart.
"I think I might try to complete this poem." He said seriously.
"The lady said that she is looking forward to the young master's works." Qi Ling responded with a smile.
Then, Gu Xu held the "Jinghong Pen" in his hand, took a deep breath, and wrote on the old rice paper.
He didn't grind the ink.
Because "Jinghong Brush" is not an ordinary brush.
Writing with it does not require ink.
Gu Xu also didn't write his best running script.
Instead, like Lu Shiyao, he wrote down one correct and neat small regular script one stroke after another seriously.
It's just different from Lu Shiyao's slender and delicate hairpin in regular script.
His handwriting is strong, crisp and straight, with decisive force, and every word is full of firm and high-spirited spirit.
After completion, the entire poem content is as follows:
"The cold rain has just begun, and the yellow flowers are broken all over the ground. The fragrance is gone in the remaining light, and it is no longer as charming as before.
"If you ask where the fallen flowers will go, they will turn into spring mud next year. When the warm breeze blows, you will see red flowers and green willows again."
Gu Xu does not have Lu Shiyao's literary talent.
The lower part of Que he wrote also seemed thin and straightforward in terms of wording, which was much inferior to the upper part of Que.
But after all, he will use the masterpieces of his predecessors.
When he incorporated the meaning of "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers", the emotional tone of the entire poem immediately changed fundamentally.
When Gu Xu finished writing the last word, he heard soft crying from behind him.
A drop of clear tears appeared out of thin air and suddenly fell on his shoulder, cold and cold.
"It turns out that Miss Lu has been standing behind me, watching me write this poem..." he thought to himself.
Then a voice so faint that he could barely hear it came to his ears.
The voice was hoarse and dry, like a traveler in the desert who had not drank water for a long time.
"Sir, spring...will it really come?"
Hearing this voice, Gu Xu's mood became extremely heavy.
He remembered that Qi Ling had once said that Lu Shiyao had been destroyed by Tang Hui, given dumb medicine, and was about to be sent to the Jiaofang Division in the capital.
“Maybe it’s because she hates so much that even the voice of her remnant soul has changed like this,” he sighed. “It’s no wonder that she has been communicating with me through writing and refused to speak.
"She didn't want me to hear her sound like that."
