Qiong also opened her eyes, her tears still wet.
The sea of sand in the dream was extremely long, and the figure standing in the setting sun was the last memory Sheng Xuanyuan left to her. She had never seen him again since they parted.
Even later, his soul was completely compatible with the evil curse, and he existed in the world as a living dead, with his appearance unchanged and immortal. Now that he has gone through a long journey in the human world and transformed the souls of the dead, he has already accepted the fact that Sheng Xuanyuan is dead.
Qiong Yi's head ached. Last night, she had a long dream, which was more like a memory of her life than a dream.
She sat up, the long string of silver bells on her wrists made a crisp sound, and she remembered where she was now.
Zhongtu Changtai, a city and county adjacent to the northern border, somewhere in an inn.
One day ago, as a soul-transferring person, Qiong also transformed the legitimate daughter of the Jiang family of a wealthy family in the south of the city who died in vain, and also meddlesomely removed the evil spirit attached to a woman named Ye Tinglan. Under the guidance of the young master of the family, he came to a Taoist temple and met an old friend who had passed away long ago.
She looked around. There was an old sword on the table in the inn, a sword that was imprinted deep in her memory. She couldn't be more familiar with it. It was Cheng Ying. My heart suddenly ached again: It's not a dream, is it real? …
Qiong Yi got up and got out of bed. There was no one else in the room. She was about to open the wooden door and go out. The door was opened first and Sheng Xuanyuan walked in with a tray: "Are you awake?"
When their eyes met, Qiong Yi subconsciously looked away, took a step back, and tightened his grip on the corners of the dark blue skirt. Her eyes couldn't help but fall on his face, and then moved away tremblingly. Sheng Xuanyuan's appearance has almost not changed, it is still the same as when he was young, but he is much thinner, and there is a tinge of silence between his eyebrows that has been around for a long time.
Why?
Qiong Yi still couldn't believe it, why was Sheng Kyung still alive? The original obituary was issued personally by the Bai Feng clan. When he was buried, how many people mourned and bid farewell to him, and how many monks cheered that he paid for his life, but he said that he had faked his death?
For nearly a hundred years, he had kept his name anonymous and known himself as the Soul-Transferer, because in the books of the Five Clans, "Lu Xiyan" was already a tabooed traitor among cultivators, causing chaos in the Middle-Earth, shattering mountains and rivers, and causing countless people to be displaced.
She couldn't see her old friends, let alone make excuses. She could only visit them secretly when she missed them. Unfortunately, things had changed and everything was devastated. The old friend's hair grew old and her appearance grew old, but she still looked young, unchanged.
She stopped at the year she died.
Then why did Sheng Xuanyuan in front of her look the same as her, with no change in appearance?
What happened during those years when he was on the run and hiding?
Qiong Yi pursed her lips and gave him a little smile, which was very stiff: "...well, I'm awake."
Sheng Xuanyuan put the breakfast on the table: "Let's eat."
She paused and said, "Okay."
The two of them sat down at the table with a distance between them, and their conversation was very polite, revealing their embarrassment and unfamiliarity. Sheng Xuanyuan did not look at her directly, but looked at her with his peripheral vision. Yesterday, when they met at the Taoist temple, Qiong Yi's mood fluctuated violently and she fainted in his arms, so he had to take her to stay at the inn.
He was not looking for the wrong person. Although Qiong Yi's voice was no longer as clear as before, her face and demeanor, as well as the jade bell lily on her waist, told him that the person in front of him was the one he had been searching for for many years. fiancée.
She wore an ivory white top and dark green skirt. She wore jasper earrings and silver bells everywhere. Her hair was tied up in flower braids. Her long chestnut curly hair was spread over her shoulders. There was a blood mark above her eyebrows. He's red seal.
Sheng Xuanyuan looked away and took down the bowls on the dinner plate, including a bowl of barley porridge, a bowl of eight-treasure porridge with sugar, and a few steamed buns. Qiong also mixed the eight-treasure porridge and fed it to her mouth. The sweetness was just right. It was her favorite taste. He remembered it and always remembered it.
Her nose was a little sore, and Qiong also lowered her eyelashes to cover her tears. Faced with an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time, she didn't know how to speak or what to say.
Separated between them are endless years, not one year, not ten years, but nearly a hundred years. The ups and downs in the life of a person who has lived a long life are enough to smooth away too many obsessions and friendships.
When they met again yesterday, she impulsively stepped forward and hugged him. After they both calmed down, they were so polite to each other that they didn't know what to do.
He was obviously such a familiar person.
Seeing tears falling down Qiong Yi's cheek, Sheng Xuanyuan stretched out his hand to wipe it away, but stopped in mid-air, took it back, took out a handkerchief from his arms and handed it over.
Qiong Yi felt even more unfamiliar and did not take the handkerchief. She shook her head: "No need."
Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and put away the veil.
The room was extremely quiet, so quiet that you could hear each other's breathing.
After finishing the meal, Sheng Xuanyuan asked the waiter at the inn to collect the plates and said for no reason, "It's raining outside."
Qiong Yi nodded, "Yes, I heard it."
He was silent for a while, then called her: "...Qiong Yi." Then he asked: "Where do you plan to go?"
Qiong Yi originally knew where she was going, but after meeting Sheng Xuanyuan, she suddenly didn't know how to answer this question and replied blankly: "Anywhere will do."
He said: "Come out with me and listen to the rain for a while."
She responded: "Okay."
The two of them stood outside the inn door, looking at the drizzle of rain. Sheng Xuanyuan handed her an umbrella, opened one himself, and walked out one after the other.
Walking side by side in the rain curtain, the raindrops swayed under our feet, pushing aside the ripples. The alley extending from the stone road was very quiet, with few pedestrians coming and going.
Sheng Xuanyuan knew that Qiong had also changed. In the past, when she was around him, she was rarely so quiet. She had always been like a lively bird, talking a lot and walking restlessly, half-walking and half-hopping. The person beside her now has a restrained temperament, her eyes are as plain as water, and there is no trace of sadness or joy. She even has a very strong ghostly aura on her body, carrying many souls.
As a monk from a family that exorcises evil spirits, Sheng Xuanyuan was originally particularly taboo on people who practiced evil arts, but when she found out that this person was her, she no longer had so many taboos.
Qiong Yi took a deep breath, opened her lips tremblingly and called him: "...Sheng Jing."
The word "extremely light" is an obsession that is unforgettable in her mind and cannot be let go. Even if he is in front of her now, she still feels a pain in her heart when she calls this name.
"I am here."
I don't know if it was the rain and fog that blinded my eyes, or some other water that blinded my eyes. Qiong Yi stopped and looked at him, suddenly realizing that it wasn't that she didn't know what to ask him, but that if she wanted to ask, she would have to say too much. There are so many things that I can’t finish saying in my heart.
So why not Sheng Xuanyuan.
The rain fell on the oil paper umbrella, making a soft "rustling" sound. He stretched out his hand to her through the rain curtain, with the corners of his eyes reddening, and said, "Qiong Yi, I'm here."
Qiong Yi's hands in his sleeves clenched into fists, slowly loosened them, and handed them to him.
Fold your hands and gradually clasp them.
His hands were warm, completely different from her dead, cold body.
The two walked out of the alley. Outside the alley was a relatively open road. A carriage passed in front of them. Water splashed. Sheng Xuanyuan pulled Qiong Yi to prevent the water from splashing on her skirt. Qiong Yi retreated in front of him, the distance was very close. She looked back at him and took back the paper umbrella she had covered in his umbrella: "...Hold an umbrella."
Sheng Xuanyuan tilted the umbrella towards her: "Okay."
Under the paper umbrellas, the two walked side by side, touchable but out of reach. The long street was far away. When they got tired of walking, they rested under the eaves of an empty house.
Sheng Xuanyuan saw that the corners of Qiong Yi's clothes were already wet, and was about to help her push the long hair away from her shoulders. Qiong Yi raised her hand to brush the wet hair from his forehead, and tied it behind his ears. His movements were natural, as if he had already written them into the book. In the bones.
He hesitated slightly, and Qiong mistakenly thought that he was offended. She frowned slightly, retracted her hand and turned around. Sheng Xuanyuan took her hand before she could withdraw it, and said, "It's okay."
"That's good..." He held her hand and said, "Don't recognize me."
Qiong Yi was stunned for a long time, took a deep breath, and secretly cursed: Who recognized the baby first? It's obviously him, okay?
They are polite and treat each other as if they are guests, even if they shed tears, they have to hand over the handkerchief and still say that they accept their lives?
After thinking about it, she lowered her head and bumped into his chest, with a muffled sound. She pressed against Sheng Xuanyuan's chest and remained motionless, her fists clenched extremely tightly, and her lips trembled and pressed tightly together.
I have been pretending to be a widow for him for so many years, and it’s not like I remarried and had someone else.
Sheng Xuanyuan knew that she was annoyed and felt guilty for being late for so many years. He gently put his hands on her wet shoulders, couldn't help but hugged her back with longing, and pressed him into his arms.
Qiong Yi grabbed his back, half hammering, half beating, but still couldn't stop crying. The more she cried, the more wronged she became, and the more she cried, the more annoyed she became, but she didn't want to let go, nor was she willing to let go of him, so she hugged him tighter. Cursed: "Sheng Xuanyuan...you bastard!..."
"As promised... you will come to me as soon as the war is over..."
"But you made me wait for you all my life..."
When he faked his death, he deceived the five tribes, deceived the world, and also deceived himself. But she knew that at that time, she was tortured by the evil curse and became hysterical. She was wandering around. After finally coming out of the mountains, what she heard was the news of his death. She felt so desperate and helpless.
Sheng Xuanyuan could not comfort the person in his arms with words, so he could only wipe his tears for her. From wiping away the tear stains with fingertips to gradually picking up the tears from the corners of her eyes, the rain became heavier and heavier, the figure became blurred under the eaves of one roof, and the sobs were diluted by the pounding rain.
When Qiong was away, he would tell her all the things she didn't know.
*
In the forty-two years of Tianmao, Western Desert.
Sheng Xuanyuan personally put Qiong Yi on the horse and watched her disappear across the sand sea. He turned around and stopped hundreds of guards who wanted to take her back to the royal city.
The poisonous arrow in his arm struck him. He was unable to escape and was kidnapped back to the royal city by the army.
In the main hall, Su and Jin saw that it was not Qiong Yi who had been captured, but a man. They were about to get angry, but the moment Sheng Xuanyuan raised his face, he retracted his anger and raised his brows.
Sheng Xuanyuan could not understand the Ximo language and looked at the woman on the throne coldly. He looked around and did not see Yan Tingshen in the palace. He thought that this traitor was at the border, planning how to overthrow the five clans.
"Who is he?" Su Hejin looked Sheng Xuanyuan up and down, and at first glance they felt that he was really handsome with his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
The guard who escorted Sheng Xuanyuan back replied: "Your Majesty, he was the one who risked his life to protect the fugitives from escaping. We don't know the details."
"Fighting to the death to protect each other? In this case, he is the youngest son of the Bai Feng clan." Su Hejin snorted and said, "Draw closer and let Gu take a closer look."
Sheng Xuanyuan met her voluptuous purple eyes and turned his face away with anger in his chest as if he had been insulted. Seeing his reaction, Su Hejin stepped down from the high position, leaned over and lifted his chin with her long fingers. As the Lord of the Desert, she had seen many handsome men with such clear-cut outlines and expressions as before. Yi Mingxiu's face is really rare in the world.
She said two words lightly in Chinese dialect, "Not bad."
Sheng Xuanyuan suddenly put away her hand: "Don't humiliate anyone. Kill or behead, please do as you please!"
"You rescued Gu's toy to torture and vent his anger. If it falls into Gu's hands, he is a prisoner of war." Su Hejin smiled and said: "Prisoners of war are slaves. They must know how to serve others." After saying this, they clapped their hands. , "Come here, drag him into prison and punish him. First, sharpen his spirit."
"The author has something to say: The mystery is solved, it's not a widow but a widower."
