The east turned white, and the three of them took the Ruyi flying boat, straight into the sky, and headed towards Liantao Mountain. .v.om
Bian Ci was just starting to learn how to control the Ruyi Flying Boat, so it was a bit awkward for him to control it, and its escape speed was far inferior to that of the Flying Sword. Fortunately, the flying boat was stable and comfortable, similar to the Qianyun Chariot, and avoided the pain of the strong wind hitting his face. Wei Shiqi didn't rush her, and looked at the scenery under the clouds, mountains, rivers, towns, farmland, fleeting lights, passing smoke and clouds.
The wishful flying boat was driven by true energy and flew thousands of miles in one breath. Bian Ci descended into the clouds and took a rest.
Walking leisurely, the crowds gradually thickened, and the three of them came to a town. They saw some people coming and going along the way. Wei Shiqi held Bian Ya's little hand, and Bian Ci walked beside him, like a couple holding hands. The young girls, the boy is tall, the girl is handsome, the little girl is beautiful, with picturesque features, people who pass by can't help but pay attention to them.
At dusk, they stepped into a neat inn and had some wine and food. What a coincidence, this inn is also called "Dongxing", and its business is not small. There is a restaurant on the street and guest rooms in the back. Wei Shiqi guessed that the "Dongxing" in Xinyang Town is probably a Xibei product, because this one There is a couplet in front of the door of "Dongxing", "Don't care about the east or the west, don't care about the wine steward, and drink whether it is prosperous or declining."
The calligraphy is good, the silver hooks and iron paintings are good, the links are good, appropriate and reliable.
The waiter led the three of them up to the second floor. Wei Shiqi asked for a seat facing the street and by the window, ordered several exquisite side dishes, and served a bottle of fine wine.
After a while, the waiter served the food and wine. Wei Shiqi and Bian Ci talked about some relaxed and comfortable topics. Bian Ya buried her head in eating the food, making her cheeks bulge, which was endearing.
Bian Ci touched the girl's hair and smiled: "Eat slowly, don't be in a hurry..."
Bian Ya's eyes rolled straight, like two pills of black mercury in a white mercury. After chewing for a while, her speed gradually slowed down. She lowered her head and said nothing, and suddenly "hehe" she smiled sinisterly, which made people's hair stand on end.
Wei Shiqi looked at each other inquiringly, and Bian Ci sighed: "Here we go again... This is much better..." She pushed the girl's hanging hair behind her ears, but saw her eyes turning white, with a look on her face. A weird smile, teeth clenched.
"Is the soul damaged?" Wei Shiqi casually used the "Requiem Technique", put his palm on her forehead, and touched it lightly. Bian Ya stayed for a moment, then her body slowly fell limp, and she fell asleep on the table.
Bian Ci was surprised and happy, and murmured: "What kind of magic is this?"
"Requiem is not a profound spell."
"It's part of the Soul Captivating Technique. I've also practiced it. It's never been so effective!"
"Everyone can change their tricks, and each one has his or her own ingenuity."
Bian Ci bit the tip of his chopsticks, stared at him intently, and begged: "Senior brother, teach me!"
"Actually, the reason is very simple. Let me tell you a story - once upon a time, there was a man who was very good at archery and always hit the mark. He boasted of his great ability. One day, he was practicing archery on the school field and was seen by an old man selling oil..."
Bian Ci raised his hand timidly.
"Uh, what do you want to say?" Wei Shiqi couldn't help but want to laugh. Bian Ci acted like a primary school student who asked to speak in class. He behaved well and hesitated to speak.
Bian Ci said: "It's the story of the oil seller, which is familiar to both hands and ears, right?"
"So you've heard this story!"
"I heard my father talk about it when I was a kid."
Wei Shiqi coughed, "As long as you have heard it before, I won't repeat it again. In fact, there is no secret to requiem. Practice it tens of thousands of times, and practice will make you perfect."
"Senior brother, have you really practiced tens of thousands of times?" Bian Ci was doubtful.
"It doesn't happen after tens of thousands of times, but it always happens after thousands of times. I'm not deceiving you." At that time, Wei Shiqi used the "He Qi Zhi Xuan Jing" to refine the demon pill and practice Xiao Yue Gong. There was no way to vent the excess true energy, so he casually I have practiced soul-catching, soul-searching, and requieming techniques countless times, and I have become extremely familiar with them.
I have heard the stories and understood the principles. Even though a not-so-difficult spell needs to be repeated thousands of times, few people can do it. Bian Ci sighed secretly in her heart. She had known that the requiem technique could soothe the damaged soul. No matter how much effort she put in and how much hardship she endured, she would be willing to do it. However, it was already too late now.
"It's too late..." She muttered, reached for the wine bottle, poured a glass of wine, brought it to her mouth and drank it in one gulp.
"As long as I'm here, there's no need to worry." Wei Shiqi filled her glass with wine and raised his glass.
After drinking a few glasses of wine, Bian Ci's eyes were red and he was slightly drunk. He said: "Senior Brother Wei, thank you very much. But I have never been able to figure it out. You were born in Kunlun and I was born in Taiyi. Swordsmanship and Xuanxiu are incompatible with each other. Why do you You want to help me, help my sister?”
"...Actually, the truth is very simple. There is no love without reason in this world, and there is no hatred without reason. I help you two sisters because I covet your beauty!" Wei Shiqi put a piece of beef into his mouth Li, chewing slowly, said vaguely, "Is this the reason you want to hear?"
Bian Ci half-opened his mouth, the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth, and was speechless for a long time. After a long silence, she forced a smile, her voice trembling, "Is it true?"
Wei Shiqi reached out and touched her cheek and said: "Haha!" He stood up and left the dining room, asked the shopkeeper for two upper rooms, and went to rest.
The bed was very firm, covered with a thin mat, and there was a slight breeze from the window. He closed his eyes and rested, and lay there for more than half an hour. Suddenly, he felt that the heat was gone, the weather was cool, and there were faint voices of people on the street. A poor man shouted: "It's so good! It's so good! Hey, it's so good!" "
Wei Shiqi curled up the corners of his mouth, and the smile suddenly solidified on his face. High in the sky in the far north, the cracks were connected to the upper world. The air from Lihuo was constantly pouring into this world. The weather was getting hotter day by day, and turned cool overnight. ,what does that mean?
Those guys outside, damn it, aren't they "quenching"?
While he was thinking about it, there were slight footsteps outside the house, and a person tiptoed into the room, quietly lying next to him, reaching out to hug his arm, and sighed contentedly. The moonlight shone on this small body, and Wei Shiqi remained unaware. Listening to her peaceful breathing, his worries faded away, and his heart felt calm.
If the sky falls and you are covered, why should you worry about him? If you are burning your eyebrows, please look at the present. If you are burning your eyebrows, please look at the present!
It was late at night, the sound of people was far away, everything was silent, and the chill outside the window gradually grew. After a while, the west wind whimpered, and it began to rain in patter.
Bian Ya curled up in her sleep and clung to Wei Shiqi's side. Wei Shiqi covered her with a thin blanket, looked at the figure that had been standing outside the house for a long time, and hummed in a low voice: "The courtyard is silent at midnight. Seeing sparse stars crossing the river. When will the west wind come? I'm afraid that the passing of time will secretly change."
The low, slightly hoarse voice was gripping and thrilling in the quiet night. Listening to the sound of rain falling now and then softly through the thin door panel, Bian Ci wrapped her clothes tightly around her body and thought about her thoughts.
Unknowingly, many years have passed, and she and her sister have been dependent on each other until today. Now, she no longer needs herself. Perhaps she is safer, happier, and happier by staying with that man with ulterior motives.
I can't tell when the west wind will come, but I'm afraid the time will change secretly.
