MTL - Copper Coins-Chapter 35 Stone Sheet (3)

Given the state of life and transcendent status in the first half of his life, Xue Xian is a very respectable dragon, at least he thinks so.

The so-called "face" is not entirely absolute to him-at some point, you can make a slight concession, not so face, such as when you sit with your arms folded and blindly call Jiang Shining's nerd with only one mouth For example, when you go to pay for the mercy money. However, in other cases, it is not conducive at all, such as when his image is beautiful and majestic.

If he now has convenient hands and feet, and all his tail is required, then look at it, it's no big deal, his figure is not out of hand, and he's not an ordinary person, and he doesn't have so much ink to change his clothes.

But he is now a semi-paralyzed, and it is quite inconvenient to move. He will be naked, and he will have to be overlooked by the bald donkey, which will be a bit irritating.

In short, he felt a toothache when he thought of the scene, and made him treat people like that, instead of hang him directly.

Xue Xian looked at Zhang Zhang with a blank expression, and said quietly, "Excuse me, please kick your legs for a while."

Stone Zhang: "..." No, don't you kick your farts if you kick your legs? !!

However, this ancestor was a capable one. He slashed down and thundered when he didn't agree with each other. He didn't wait for people to react, and even lowered the two. He scared the stone again and kicked his legs.

This stone is a sparrow brave, and when it scares, it cries, and when it frightens, it faints. But Xuan Mercy is different ...

Xue Xian looked at him grimly, and said quietly, "Say, how can you get past it, and I try every method?"

Hyun Mercy: "..." This sin barrier started to be unreasonable again.

The easiest way to make a person faint is to follow his head. Xue Xian raised his paw and made a back and forth gesture in front of Xuan Mian's face, regardless of the person's thoughts.

Xuan Mian glanced expressionlessly at his short dragon claw, raised his hand and pressed him back, and calmly said, "The gentleman must hide and converge."

Annotating adult words is: don't sway your claw tip blindly.

Xue Xian snorted briefly: Are you in control?

However, he finally gave up on this plan, after all, he has no figure in his current shape. In case the force is not well controlled, one paw goes down, and next year will come to grave the bald donkey today.

He did look a little displeasing to Xuan Mercy at this moment, but he didn't really want to shoot him.

There was no way to let this bald donkey eat, and his mood was even more uneasy. He turned his back and was too lazy to think of Xuan Mian's idea. He simply recruited a cloud of air, and the white water mist gathered around Xuan Mian in a blink of an eye, wrapping him tightly, looming everything in front .

Xue Xian immediately cut off the knot on the clothes wrap with a claw, and the huge body was suddenly wrapped in a white light. This light was extremely dazzling, but as far as Xuan Merci was concerned, it seemed quite warm under the partition of the vast water mist.

In the white light package, Xue Xian turned into a human form. He is a real dragon, even if the body has not recovered completely, it is not a problem to make a mystery. Even if it is a semi-paralyzed, it doesn't take much effort to change clothes. The white light had not dissipated, he was already wrapped in most of it.

Xuan Merci had previously planned to ask whether this evil barrier should be used as a helper, but now it should not be necessary to look at this posture. He stood in the mist in the winter frost, watching the faint white light, not in a hurry, just waiting calmly.

It ’s just that the water mist ca n’t last for long. Since it was caged around Xuan Merci, it has gradually become thinner and thinner, gradually spreading.

When the water mist was so thin that he could see the foreground of the eye, Xue Xian was just putting on the layer of clothes as wide as a cloud. The narrow and lean waist and abdomen and the scapula, which were shaped by the movement of the arm, flickered along, and together with that piece of bare skin, they were gathered into a black robe.

The style of the clothes is very simple and very plain, with no variegated colors and decorations, but quite different from Xue Xianping's noisy personality.

But this is indeed what he usually likes to wear.

The black neckline lined his side face and the exposed neck was extremely white, even almost pathologically white. When he wasn't laughing or making fun, those dark eyes were always lazily half-opened, and the eyelashes of the same color as the clothes pressed a line at the end of the eye, and he put on the corner of the mouth with no smile. Inexplicably, it seems a little unfriendly.

Maybe the flashing skin on the back is too pale, or the side of Xue Xian's expressionless face is too cold, which is not the same as smirking and looking at people on the wall of Liu Jiayuan at first. a bit.

But soon the evil barrier moved again.

He turned his dark eyes and glanced from the corner of the eye, seeing the water mist clear. Then he pulled the placket casually and tied the hidden button indiscriminately. Then he tricked out and touched a black string, bit it between his teeth, raised his hand and raked his hair, tied it with a black rope.

The moment Xue Xian let go of his hand, he drew a wind to himself and set himself up. He took the opportunity to stand up, and then turned over again, spreading and collapsing like dark clouds. It was just a blink of an eye, and he politely picked up a wooden chair and sat idly on the chair.

People are paralyzed, and they still don't forget to pose in a pretending manner. What kind of mentality is this?

Hyun Mercy: "..."

"Always go now?" Xue Xianqu knocked on the armrest of the wooden chair with his fingers.

Xuan Merci made a hum. He gave him a glance, then took a step forward, a posture to reach for his hand.

Xue Xian immediately patted the armrest, and the entire chair dragged a harsh rubbing sound on the ground, and even took a big step back with the chair. He stared and wondered: "What do you do?"

Xuan Mian looked down at him: "How else do you plan to go back? Can you go or fly?"

I can still fly, what's wrong!

Xue Xian stunned him in his heart, but he never said it. After all, he couldn't float in the sky under the broad sky. If he did that, he would scare people from a county.

When his face was unhappy, Xuan Mian's bald donkey had to stab him with oil on the fire: "Or ... Do you want to get a gust of wind like just now, and jump back with a chair?

Xue Xian: "..." Why did I hesitate just now? It's time to slap him with a paw for a hundred, so that the bald donkey opened his mouth to be a run, and he was serious ... oh! Who cares about you?

He vomited a silent spit of blood in his heart, his face numbly: "Let's help you, please, turn around and squat down, back--"

Xue Xianzheng was going to say, "Back to me." Xuan Merci had walked closer, bent down, holding his neck with one hand, bending his knees with one hand, and gently and cleverly Hugged. As if he was not holding a big living person, but just holding a leaf in his palm.

When he straightened his back again, he said saltily: "The poor monk does not squat or kneel, and never bows when walking."

Xue Xian immediately wanted to spit out his intestines: "What about fools? You were squatting without any obstacles when you were holding a broken copper shovel in Jiangjia Medical Church!"

But now he is all in the hands of this bald donkey, and can't be a demon, otherwise an imbalance will have to roll to the ground and his face will be lost. Xue Xian took a sigh of relief, so that he didn't strangle himself to death. He glanced around, feeling that the gesture seemed to him very weak, not even a little majestic.

The evil barrier eyes turned and thought of a way.

I saw him grabbing the loosely wrapped clothes and wrapping out another black robe from the inside, and was about to cover himself from head to leg.

When you have to shame, remember one thing—cover your face.

This evil barrier was originally dressed in black, and his head and face were completely covered with black clothes. The coffin board hung in Xuan Merci's arms, as if he had just lost his breath.

Xuan Merci also served him: "..."

This ancestor stood up for a while, remembering the still-hanging stone, and immediately lifted the pale and skinny hand, and recruited it at will. A thunder slamming enough to wake everyone in the ten-mile radius smashed against the stone's ears, waking the person who had passed away again.

Stone wailed and climbed up with a face on his face. He stood behind Xuan Meng sullenly, and the person hugged by Xuan Meng was shocked, and stood upright for a long time.

Xue Xian snorted quietly under his clothes: "Live together, let's go."

Xuan Mian shook his head and strode out of the yard.

It has to be said that this ancestor's ingenious method was still effective, at least few people dared to walk towards Xuan Mercy this way. When he saw someone in his arms that seemed to be out of breath, he turned his head obscenely, hurriedly hiding his face, and didn't like to look at it again.

When the two of them entered Lu's small courtyard, the sky had already been wiped out, and Jiang Shining had just come out of the stove, and the man hugged by Xuan Merci was startled. He spent more time with Xue Xian than Xuan Mian, and the nerd was a man accustomed to observing details, and immediately recognized Xue Xian's claws aside.

His hand holding the lamp seemed to even throw a light and almost threw the lamp and ran over. Fortunately, Xuan Merci explained to him in time: "Live well, pretend to be dead."

Jiang Shining: "... Which drama is he singing?"

Xuan Merci didn't answer, strode into the hall, and placed the ancestor on a chair near the Four Immortals table.

Xue Xian then took off the clothes on his face, exhaled a long breath, and said, "Suffocate me."

Jiang Shining laid aside the oil lamp on the table, and said, "It's my fault."

He turned his eyes and looked at the stone with a ghostly expression: "This is ..."

Stone Zhang was stunned by his invisible eyes, stuttering: "I'm a stonemason, call me Old Zhang or Stone Zhang."

Xue Xian pointed at the stone lock against the wall and said, "Look, is this your carving?"

Stone glanced at it and recognized it, and quickly nodded: "Yes, yes, I did, and I recognized it at a glance."

"So ... that's what happened." Xue Xian rushed to Jiang Shining, spreading his hands, and said, "He has something to do with the person who arranged the tomb on the tomb of Tomb Island. It happened that there was something in the hand or touched by that person's hands, etc. Then Lu Yan awoke, and asked him to calculate, maybe he could have some clues. "

"Lu Yanqi?" Jiang Shining hesitated for a moment, only then reflected his meaning: "Are you sure he can have that kind of skill?"

Xue Xian nodded: "I guess it's almost the same."

He was sitting in a chair, boring with a forefinger and holding a flame to play. He just slammed on the table for a few moments, then suddenly patted the table: "Yes, I almost forgot."

Jiang Shining and Shi Zhang, nestled at the table, were taken aback by him, all turned to look at him, waiting for him to express his opinions. In the end, the ancestor glanced at Xuan Merci from the corner of his eyes, saying, "What about the owed meal?"

Jiang Shining: "..." What the hell?

Stone Zhang: "..." Oh, my mother, it's scary.

Xuan Mian glanced at him, then turned around and stepped out of the hall, striding out of the door.

After the work of a tea passed, he came back with a light breeze holding the food container. The appearance and temperament seemed to be not the lotus in his hand, but the lotus in front of him.

Jiang Shining glanced at him, and then looked at Xue Xian, who was sitting beside him lazily, and turned away silently.

There are four layers in the food box, which contains six dishes and a dish of shortbread.

Xue Xian glanced, the porcelain dishes were warm and delicate, and the dishes were pretty good, one by one on a table, with a faint aroma, which really attracted people's appetite. but……

but……

The whole table is full of lanterns, and there is no star meat, all vegetarian!

all! Yes! Su! of!

Have you ever seen which generation of dragons grazed and lived?

Xue Xian rolled his eyes and was so angry that the new hatred and the old hate came together. He even looked at Xuan Merci more unpleasantly.

Although Xuan Mian has incomplete memory, he is still used to it. In the past, Jomo didn't eat goblet. Maybe he didn't even eat anything so that he could live well without touching the food for a few days. In short, let him buy it, he must not eat meat. In the end, Jiang Shining ran another trip, and returned a few hard dishes, which was really a meal.

...

Except for the one eight years ago, Lu Yanqi Mo had never suffered such a great crime.

He fell asleep for seven days as soon as he fell asleep, and has been wandering back and forth between fever and fever, occasionally burning confused, and spit out a few words in the middle of the night, sometimes "dad", sometimes "Nineteen", as if he hasn't opened his eyes, those things that have happened will not come true for a day. Those who are no longer will sit by the bed and take care of him quietly, until he wakes up ...

Until the night of the seventh day, just after Gengfu struck the gong, he finally trembled his fingers and opened his eyes.

Because it has been burned for too long, and there is still blood in the eyes, under the light of the oil lamp, there is a layer of water on the eyes, as if there is always a layer of tears.

"Awake?" Jiang Shining just happened to come and dial him a wick, and when he saw his eyes open, he asked, "Are you thirsty?"

He said, greeted the hall outside the house, walked to the bed again, and unveiled the medicinal cloth applied to Lu Yan's forehead.

The ghost's body was so cool that he stuck it on Lu Yanqi's forehead, and stunned him, and a layer of water in his eyes slid down the corner of his eye, wet his quilt: "Today, is it the first seven ... ... "

Jiang Shining nodded and said, "Well, the last night."

With a dumb throat, he covered his eyes for a moment. Then he lifted the quilt and sat up quietly, "Is he still alive, I'll go with him for the last night."

I wonder if it was Jiang Shining's illusion. This Lu Yanqi fell asleep for so long, even after waking up, he even got closer to Lu Jiuqi. And when he stood up, Jiang Shining became more and more certain that this was not an illusion, because Lu Yanqi, who was originally abnormally small, had grown so much in the seven days. Looking at it is no longer seven or eight years old, more like eleven or twelve.

Lu Yanqi groped out of the room, nodded tentatively to the crowd, and then entered the other side of the house under the guidance of Jiang Shining, closed the door, and stayed there all night.

On this night, there was no sound in the side room, neither crying nor talking.

He said to stay with him, he really stayed with him, staying quiet, staying quiet, not enthusiastic, and not sticky, just like they get along with each other.

In the early morning of the next day, Lu Yan came out of the room with a pale face. He touched the wooden branch left to him in his arms, and his dark eyes stared at the direction of the stone for a long time, and slowly said: "Excuse me, can you engrave two wooden signs."

Although it is a stonemason, he will also carve woody things, but it is not as easy as stone.

The stone flinched and nodded.

Xue Xian reminded: "You can't see if you just nod your head."

Stone Zhang stared at Lu Qiqi's eyes for a while, and did not dare to say more, but said, "Nature is okay."

He has lived in Wolong County for so many years. Although he is not too familiar with the Lu family, he has seen him face to face. After listening to Lu Yanqi's words, he naturally knew what he was going to carve. This stone is a master, and the board is better than stone. It didn't take much time to cut the shape of two spirit cards, and carved some custom patterns on both sides.

"What words are carved?" Stone Zhang asked.

Lu Yan said: "One engraved with the position of his father, Lu Yuan."

The stone did the same, expanded it carefully, carved it a little bit, and then blew wood chips, and asked, "What about the other one?"

Lu Yanqi was silent for a moment and never spoke for a long time.

What's the other inscription? Big name? Nineteen years old, even a serious name hasn't had time to take it. Nineteen is just a nickname for low-maintenance. Tens of thousands of nineteen in the world have entered Huangquan and reported this name. I wonder if Mr. Yan will mistakenly recognize a few. Moreover, he didn't want to engrave the nineteenth name, it seemed like such a pen, his always cold and indifferent to him, but his brother who was willing to give his life to him would never see him again.

"Forget it, the other one is empty, not lettering." Lu Yanqi said suddenly, then took the two spirit cards from Zhang Shi's hand. He fumbled out of a cloth towel from the cabinet, not to help, Wu Wu took some simple clothing, wrapped the spirit card in it, and tied a knot.

After doing all this, he wrapped his arms around the table of the four immortals and sat down, touching the wooden branches and rushing to Xue Xian's direction: "I know what you want to do, and from the moment I open my eyes, I will help you count for nineteen, It's just that I'm probably not as accurate as him. I just ask you one thing and help me bury the nineteen. "

No matter how unwilling he is to rely on others, burials are still not something a semi-blind person can do alone.

"Raising your hand," Xue Xian replied.

The piece of black cloth surrendered by the stones was kept in a dark bag on the waist of Xuanyi's waist. Only now was it spread out on the table and let Lu Yanqi count it.

Lu Yanqi gazed at the black cloth with a layer of misty eyes, and sprinkled a thin layer of soil on the table, holding the branches slowly. From the action to the expression, they all touched the shadow of the landing nineteen, as if two people were alive in one body.

After finishing the stroke, he raised his hand and gently touched the fine soil, and frowned slightly for a moment, and said, "... I still don't have nineteen points of aura. I can only figure out that the person's current position is across the river. I can see It looks like it, but I can't tell the specific direction. I might have to walk there to recognize it. "

He said, smoothing the fine soil on the table again, and counting it again, the result was still the same.

However, he did not seem to be surprised by this result. He just patted the parcel on the table and said, "If you don't disappoint me, I can follow you."

After all, there are no living people connected to his blood in Wolong County. If his loved ones are gone, the roots will be broken, and everything is alive everywhere.

Everyone is naturally happy to have such a person who can figure out where things come from. There have been some delays in Wolong County, and they can't always rely on them, so they buried nineteen beside the grave of Lu Yuan in the bright sky.

Lu Yanqi knelt in front of the grave, rubbed three heads on each side, and then patted his body lightly, carrying a spirit card, and went on the road with Xuan Mercy.

When they got into the passenger boat and crossed the river, it was dark and heavy snow began to fall.

The vast thin snow fell half on the unknown new grave in the mountains, half on the top of the lone boat Wupeng, half on Huangquan, and half on the red dust, like a mighty farewell. Far off traveler.

The deepest nostalgia and perseverance in the world is that you are gone. It does not matter, I will become you and take you.

From now on, the mountains and the roads are the same.