A gust of wind began to blow outside the window, and the bamboo forest looked like a weeping wolf.

It seemed that someone was holding Qin Chuan’s shoulder gently, whispering a lot of words, and her soft lips stuck to her cheek and forehead, and separated for a long time.

She dreamed of a long-lost relative again, and she was reluctant to wake up for a moment.

I heard him talking in a dim voice: “… I will accompany you here, and don’t cry when you wake up … But, you are really crying, what can I do, Qin Chuan …”

She didn’t hear it. She just pressed his hand slightly and put her palm on her cheek, which made her feel at ease and comfortable. She has become accustomed to being coquettish towards him, and unconsciously has to show her wayward manner. He spoiled her so much that he spoiled a girl who knew good things and tricks back to the age of Emperor Ji. The gentleman saw that he was afraid to shake his head.

The warmth of the skin gradually disappeared like gravel. Qin Chuan woke up from the beautiful dream and took a breath of satisfaction. He raised his hand and wanted to hug the person on the opposite side-but he held an empty space and the others were no longer there.

She was so sleepy and confused that she couldn’t understand the situation. She pushed away the quilt and got up, rubbing her eyes and calling him: “Jiuyun, are you better?”

No one answered. The wind blew the windows away, and the tent twitched like crazy—the sky outside was dark and the sky was still not bright.

The wind blew her so cold, she wrapped her clothes tightly, yawned to avoid the strong wind, and went to the kitchen to take a look — nobody.

Go to the house where he often draws-still no one.

Xuan Zhu and Zuo Zichen lived in a circle-no one was there.

Breeze in the bamboo forest, flying sand and stones, Qin Chuan was blown out almost fell, and grabbed a green bamboo, only to hear the cry in the wind, the cold soul breath wiped her body, making her tremble.

I looked up subconsciously, but I saw a huge black cloud rising flat in the violent wind, like a strong black dragon, rotating to fly west-west, the direction of the imperial city Gaodu, at this moment a black hurricane The traces cut through the sky, as countless huge black dragons converged and merged in the west, and gradually formed a skyward black cloud column above the palace, violently swirling and curling.

Qin Chuan suddenly had a terrible hunch, as if something very bad had happened. I subconsciously picked up the leather Qiankun bag that had been tied around my waist, and after a touch, I discovered that it had already been transferred. Someone stole the Soul Lamp, and even lit the lamp when she didn’t know it!

She could not believe that the Soul Lamp was her first to open the contract with blood, and she was the last soul. The contract of Tenjin can also be broken, what is the reason?

Suddenly she felt that her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, her feet were soft, and she was running in the bamboo forest. Only one person’s name in her heart kept echoing: Fu Jiuyun, Jiuyun. Is it him? But I heard him talking in the early morning. In such a short time, it is impossible … Soul lamp seduce the souls of the monsters in all directions, and it will start when it is lit for at least two to three hours. Is it Zuo Zichen, or Xuanzhu? !

Ran too fast. She fell hard and rolled out of the bamboo forest, hitting Qingshi with one end, and immediately stared at Venus.

It seems that someone gently supported her, with a faint scent she knew well in her sleeve. Qin Chuan instinctively grabbed his hand, but it was empty, and there was nothing else except the crooked green bamboo around.

The wind was so strong that she blew her tears out, and the extreme shouting from her throat was also ruthlessly blown away.

“Jiuyun! Fu Jiuyun!” Her voice was about to shout, but she couldn’t wait for any answer, holding the forehead with severe pain, she stumbled and ran out of the bamboo forest.

Outside the bamboo forest is a small village at the foot of Fengmian Mountain. The people in the village have already got up. They were scared or screamed or ran wildly by the visions of the day. Because of seeing Qin Chuan coming out of the bamboo forest again, he was so scared that his face was pale and hell, he had never lived in this bamboo forest.

Qin Chuan grabbed an uncle and asked anxiously: “Have you ever seen Mr. Qi coming out from here?”

Uncle can struggle, and his face turned blue: “Which son Qi …… Who is that?”

The uncle also gave them a basket of fresh lotus roots a few days ago. Why didn’t I know them today? She stunned and watched him roll away, the villagers gathered far away, and watched her with fear in the guard, whispering: “It’s strange, the wind is blowing before the dawn of the day. This haunted bamboo forest is haunted again … Could it be something serious? “

Her heart almost popped out of her throat, and her brain was buzzing like she was being stirred into a paste by a sudden pair of hands. Suddenly put his hand to his mouth and blow a whistle, the tiger immediately flew out of the bamboo forest.

“Good tiger, take me to the palace!”

The tiger jumped to the top of the tree and ran between the undulating branches and leaves. Qin Chuan leaned tightly on his back, watching the black dragon composed of countless demon souls in the zenith wandering to the west, and the giant column hovering above the palace was getting taller and thicker, as if to be adjusted. The sky swallowed up.

There are many people crying and running, and there are many monsters with strong powers that are hard to support and are not taken away by divine power. The sand and grass blades were caught in the hurricane, half of the sky was dark, and half of the sky was muddy yellow.

Everything is messed up.

The fierce tiger, the wind, came to the outside of the Tianyuan Imperial Palace in a moment, and the imperial city had already entered martial law. The tiger jumped briskly between the eaves, avoiding the guard’s gaze, Qin Chuan soon saw Zuo Zichen standing tall on the top of Haotian Tower.

His big purple long sleeves were messed up by the wind and rolled, and the whole person seemed to move without moving. Hearing her shouting below, he shuddered, but didn’t look back.

“Zichen! Soul lamp …” Qin Chuan climbed the eaves, eager to ask.

“I’m going.” He interrupted her and turned around, slowly losing his spirit, and walked forward staggeringly.

She tried to pull, and he avoided it like a viper, and the hand she stretched out had to be left there in embarrassment.

Zuo Zichen looked up at the huge black pillar in the zenith, and his voice was hoarse: “I didn’t stop her … you don’t ask anything, I don’t want to say anything. Take care …”

Tan Chuan looked at his figure flashing on the eaves, stunned.

Didn’t see Xuanzhu, did she light the soul lamp?

Qin Chuan was restless, and at this moment, when he recalled the words that Xuan Zhu suddenly came out last night, there was a feeling of being like another world.

Never thought that she would be the one who turned on the soul lamp in the end, the once naive, superficial, vicious and paranoid Xuanzhu.

Do you want to catch up with Zuo Zichen? She hesitated, and finally rode the tiger back to the bamboo forest under Fengmian Mountain. She was more worried about Fu Jiuyun, where did he go?

Walked into the bamboo forest stunned. The small demon who were wandering and jumping in the bamboo forest on weekdays were all gone, and the mountains were wild and lifeless. The gusty wind has stopped, and all that remains is death and sorrow.

A slight breeze blew over the corner of the clothing, with the sound of a bamboo flute lingering in the wind. Qin Chuan listened for a long time, and suddenly ran out of his leg, all the blood in his body was rushing into his brain, and even many small stars began to spread in front of his eyes.

The skirt was cut by a stone, and a big mouth was pulled. She just couldn’t care, and didn’t dare to gasp, and stumbled to the tile house, but saw the wooden window in the bedroom opened halfway, and the intermittent sound of the flute came from inside. It is clearly the tone of Dongfeng Peach Blossom.

Nine clouds! !

She pushed the window open, but the next moment her eyes were gently covered by a pair of cold hands.

“Don’t look.” His voice was low and weak, “Why should I come back?”

She grabbed his cold wrist, and suddenly felt very wronged: “Fu Jiuyun, what the hell are you doing ?! Let go!”

“Why not go with him?”

“If you talk nonsense, I’m really going to be angry!”

“You will be scared if you see it.”

The hand was removed, and the room was dim, as if painted with light ink. Fu Jiuyun’s figure is also vague, like a random figure drawn in a landscape painting, the outline is still there, but the inside is transparent, and I can’t see it anyway.

Qin Chuan quietly looked at his translucent face, the noisy blood settled down a little, and turned into condensed ice.

He smiled faintly and said softly: “It looks like I can’t accompany you in the soul lamp. I want you to stay alone in the world. I’m just worried that no one will take care of you.”

She didn’t move, she didn’t panic, she didn’t cry, she didn’t show a look of fear and despair.

Looked at him so silently, trying to find his facial features, his eyebrows, and his eyes from the blurry outline with great concentration.

She felt that she knew everything at that moment, and it seemed that she could not understand anything at once.

Whispered, she asked: “… why? Become this way?”

Because …

Because, because he is not a human, he is just a ghost bred in the Soul Lamp. Soul lamp is lit, he will disappear, the real soul is flying away, not in reincarnation, and there is no trace of him from this world. Those mortals have forgotten his existence, and maybe she will forget it soon.

But he didn’t want to tell her, maybe by this time, he still had some small inferiority complexes or some other messy mentality.

Hope that in her heart, he will always be good, a complete man named Fu Jiuyun. This man loved her from the bottom of his heart.

He is not a ghost, or anything else that has nothing to do with mortals.

The biggest wish in this life is just to accompany her to be a mortal, to spend a short life.

But the wish can only stop here.

Fu Jiuyun smiled and touched her head: “Silly boy, don’t cry and lose your face. Smile, don’t forget me immediately, don’t hurry and show me?”

I will not forget!

Qin Chuan suddenly reached out to hug him, but his body gradually became more illusory and transparent, his hands passed through his chest without any hindrance.

She can’t touch him anymore.

“It will be dawning in a while,” he said, “Chuaner, dance Dongfeng Peach Blossom again, I want to see it.”

Qin Chuan’s hand slowly retracted, covering his face hard, and his thin shoulders seemed to collapse.

After a while, she suddenly looked up and smiled lightly: “Okay, I dance, you play music.”

There is no high-grade golden lute jade lute in the bedroom, only a half-old pear blossom lute, a semicircular belly, and two broken strings.

Qin Chuan held the pipa in his arms. Fu Jiuyun sat on the window sill and blew the bamboo flute horizontally on his mouth. The flute sounded melodiously, like a spring breeze.

Throw long sleeves like a flowing cloud. But she didn’t have long sleeves, so she loosened her belt and rolled it.

Still holds the pipa half-covered, the smile hidden behind the pipa is like a hibiscus in clear water, and the two eyes are like a star fire in the wilderness, burning spontaneously in the desperation, but it is amazingly bright, as if the eyes can also burn the skin.

The bamboo brush fell, and she twirled in the wind, feeling like she was back towards the balcony.

Only he and her on stage, a piece of Dongfeng peach blossom, is their fate and robbery.

The broken pipa can’t play out of tune, sobbing hoarsely, like broken pearls falling to the ground. Suddenly “Zheng” sounded, and the other two old strings were also broken. She didn’t care, lifted it behind her head, tapped the panel with her fingers, and made a crisp air.

She remembered many things, for a long time, he was looking for her behind him. She hadn’t told him that at that time, she was wholeheartedly thinking of going to see him by the ring belt, but she didn’t find a way. It is also a single-mindedness to come back to him today, but he is about to disappear.

There is no way to retain anything, destiny is the drifting sand of yin and yang.

Why did he disappear? Why didn’t you tell her a little bit?

Like countless women who are about to be abandoned, she can thoroughly ask the questions in the bottom of her heart.

But, what’s the point of asking? She believes that he never wants to leave. Rather than wasting his final time on questioning, it is better to satisfy his wish and let him go contentedly.

Owes him too much, but this is the only one who can pay back.

The darkness faded away, and a light blue morning light appeared in the sky. The sound of the flute gradually weakened and eventually became nothingness.

“Nine Clouds … I am dedicated to you, and I never regret it.”

Tell him tell him tell him at this last time! God, do n’t let the sun shine so fast! Let him hear! Let him know!

Qin Chuan turned back suddenly, and the little courtyard in front of him was slowly turning into gray from top to bottom.

That is the kitchen where he often cooks and cooks. This is his studio covered with rice paper and ink, as well as the bedroom, the main hall … Before she walks to the front, the entire small courtyard has disappeared, leaving nothing to it. In the open space, the tiger was also stunned. He smelled left, smelled right, turned back, grumbled and suspiciously snorted at her, as if asking for the reason.

She just looked at the last remnant of the human-shaped silhouette quietly. The bamboo flute shook in his hand and fell gently to the ground. He seemed to say something, but it was too light to be blown away by the wind, and she could not hear anything.

The light ink-like person finally dispersed like green smoke, as if he had never existed in this world.

Qin Chuan took two steps, his feet suddenly no longer had any strength, fell down softly, hugged his knees and curled up.

The sky in the west is gradually getting dull. The spirit of the demon in all directions is gradually summoned by the soul lamp and condensed into a dark cloud that will never dissipate.

Fear of this divine power, the tiger shrank and shivered, whimpering, like crying.

The only wish in her life is at this moment, there will be no more demons in the world, and the people who have been ravaged by them have been relieved.

She saved many people in this world who were ravaged by demons.

Then, I watched as my world shattered and completely collapsed.

Can she be happy now?

No one answered, Qin Chuan hugged his knees tightly, staring at the giant column of dark clouds that rolled and turned, and sat for a whole day.

Where is she going? Where should she go? What next? With whom are you gray-haired? With whom did they have children, the family sat in front of the bamboo forest, pointed at the words carved on the green bamboo, and laughed at the romantic affair that year?

This world is very big, but there is no second Fu Jiuyun anymore.

**

When Meishan Jun came, it was already dark. He was so desperate that he did n’t even sit in a bullock cart. He rushed in and drove in the fog. He yelled, “How come the Soul Lamp is lit up like this ?! Did n’t you tell me before lighting up?”

Qin Chuan was still sitting on the ground, not even moving, as if he had never seen him.

Meishan Jun clearly saw that she was the one sitting on the ground, and she was shocked: “You are not dead ?! How could that Soul Lamp … Ah! I know! That girl! She and you … She is your blood relative. ！ Why did n’t I think of it before ?! Is she going to light the Soul Lamp !? 」

Qin Chuan’s lips twitched and whispered: “Uncle Shi … are you here for Jiuyun? He is no longer here …”

Meishan Jun’s face was miserable: “Of course I know! Soul lamps are on, he can live to see the ghost! He forced me to swear not to say, but, but I should tell you … I should tell you …”

Suddenly the voice disconnected. He looked at Qin Chuan’s suddenly discolored face. She stood up and walked a few steps towards him. She stretched out her hand to seem to want to grab him and ask for a careful look. The next moment, she suddenly fell to the ground and did not move. Too.

——You must light the Soul Lamp, there is no room for maneuver? Even if I am going to die, do I still have to insist?

——You, don’t say you want to be martyred … hehe, this is very different from your usual style.

……

It turned out that he said, really said, but she did not believe it, and even made a very bad joke. So he turned around and asked, and he decided to talk nonsense.

He left her one of the worst lies and the worst, how could she believe it? Why did you believe it?

Oh, she chose to believe the falsehood, because then she would feel more at ease, without having to suffer between Soul Lamp and him.

It turned out … In the end, it was not her who would die. Those desperate hugs and lingering nights, hoping that the dawn would not come, were his.

By the way, when he finally left, did he say anything to himself? She couldn’t think of anything.

She also wanted to know, what expression was he at that time, free? Unwilling? Or a casual smile as always?

Forget it, don’t think about it. Just ask him if you know? She should have thought of such a simple method, to intercept him on Huangquan Road, and ask those who should say and ask all the questions.

How can you escape on Huangquan Road?

Qin Chuan opened his eyes and looked at the familiar Meishanju guest room. She looked around in doubt and whispered to ask the tired Meishan sat sitting on the bed, “Why am I not dead yet?”

Meishan Jun was so tired that he did n’t even want to complain, he sighed a long time: “I ’m dying, do n’t worry. The old demon country teacher has put a silver needle on your heart and cast a spell. Can live for a year or two. “

“I can’t wait a year or two, let’s die now.” Her hot eyes straightened into Meishanjun’s fragile little heart, and his nose was red.

“Emperor Ji, don’t think about dying and find him in the underworld. You can live again for about a lifetime, and you will never see you again.”

“… why?”

Meishan Jun sighed again: “He is a ghost from the Soul Lamp. Why did he give birth to him? I am afraid that the gods can’t understand it. If the Soul Lamp is not lit, he will only carry it again and again. Reincarnation of reincarnation of memory, cannot be released by guarding the lamp. Now the soul lamp is lit … Alas, it should be the soul flying away, I do n’t know where to fall asleep? You ca n’t find him even if you are dead. Someone can turn off the Soul Lamp in the future, he will still come back. “

Qin Chuan closed his eyes and said indifferently, “But I can’t live long, right?”

Meishan Jun paused for a moment: “That mantra is indeed unsolvable, but it may not go to a dead end. I will find a way for you. Who is … Alas, who makes me so soft-hearted!”

He grabbed his sleeves and rubbed his red nose and eyes: “You just stay in Meishan and stay wherever you go. The Soul Lamp is locked in the Tianyuan Palace. Now you are covered with your wanted notices everywhere, you It ’s a death to go out like this. In short, leave everything to me, who will call me Uncle Suffering! ”

Meishan Jun whispered and walked away, the room was dead, and the tiger put his chin on her hand and accompanied her silently. Qin Chuan turned his head strenuously, looking at the brilliant autumn scenery outside the window, remembering that Fu Jiuyun was here last time, when she was sleeping lazy, he leaned against the window and looked at her with a smile.

Why did you fall in love with her? Why didn’t you say anything, just accompany her silently? Many, many questions she wanted to ask, always wanted to ask, but never asked. People are about to die, and asking these answers is nothing more than sadness. Her heart is always cold to him.

Now that the window is empty, he is no longer in this world. No need to grieve or regret, all this is the best and most complete revenge on her, and tears are also ridicule.

He has never appeared, clothes, shoes, paintings-everything about him turned into gray, the name of son Qi was also forgotten by mortals overnight. Only the bamboo flute he had used was properly placed on the side of the pillow, stained with the faint scent in his sleeve, lingering in front of his nose.

Qin Chuan held the flute tightly in his arms, and felt that he seemed to be here, and should not have left yet.

The green bamboo strip outside the window seems to be like the little courtyard under Fengmian Mountain. Meishan Jun was afraid of her sadness, and moved the bamboo forest of Fengmian Mountain to Meishanju.

She moved outside and moved a stool to sit in front of the bamboo forest, counting them one by one. There is the tallest and thickest one, and the names of the two should be engraved on it. Everything in the world related to him has disappeared, but the name engraved on the green bamboo will not disappear, so he has existed in her heart, and will never forget it at the end of life.

Put the bamboo flute on her lips and blow gently. She wouldn’t blow the flute. It was not as exquisite and clever as him. The beautiful flute sound was blown by her as if the raven was making noise.

In the bamboo forest, there were human-shaped spirit ghosts taking care of the bamboo shoots unearthed. They couldn’t bear the voice. They hugged their heads and begged for mercy.

Qin Chuan smiled slightly, looked at the spirit ghost as if begging, and whispered, “Who will play the flute? Teach me okay?”

She didn’t want to be like those mortals in the world, and forget him after he disappeared. No matter the rhythm or painting, she can learn everything, just be closer to him.

He Feng blew her clothes up, slowly hugged her, Qin Chuan pressed the bamboo flute to his lips, and whispered, “Nine Clouds.”

He might be right behind him, gently agreeing to touch her head, as soft as the sun.

She felt satisfied again.

My beloved one, I am waiting for you.

When you open your eyes again and look at this world, maybe it has become strange. The leaves no longer shone, and the dusk was no longer glamorous. The world lost its demon power has become mediocre and trivial, no longer has bright and flexible colors. Some are singing, some are cheering; some are alive, some are dead.

Only, I will wait for you.

Perhaps I was already gray-haired, my teeth fell off, my speech was ambiguous, and my words were not good.

But I still have to wait for you.

I want to wait and hug you tightly. I will pray to heaven, and I will never let go of my hands again.