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Chapter 88
Chapter 88
When the boat fell into the water, only a small splash of water was lightly splashed.
The silent boatman carried them to the shore, and with another gentle row of the jiu, the boat slid across the water and gradually drifted away.
"Let's go." Jing Xian said, holding Lu Yingjiu's hand.
When he went to the sun with his body, he was breathing and beating, and his hands also had the heat of a human being. But now that he has turned back into a ghost, his palms are slightly cold.
It's a wonderful feeling. Lu Yingjiu thought to himself.
However, this is what Jing Xian really looks like.
Walking through the woodlands, the light sparsely descends.
Different from the human world, the sky in the ghost world has various colors, sometimes it is a subtle purple, sometimes it is a brilliant red. The leaves shone strangely in the changing light, with translucent patches and clear textures.
And the weather is changeable. There are no clouds in thousands of miles and strong winds and showers can appear in just a few seconds.
Out of the forest is a thick long grass, the dark green tide glows in the sun, and the endless grass grows like quilts, fur, and satin.
ββThe black hair balls do this.
It rolled around in the haystacks, and disappeared into the green waves in a blink of an eye. Lu Yingjiu only saw a wave like a water pattern go away, and after a few laps, it came back suddenly, ooh ooh ooh in his arms.
He was about to sigh about the good weather here, but the mountains far away were struck by lightning, and the thunder was roaring.
The sun was doused by the clouds.
The sky and the earth were pitch black, and the wind swept across the grass so low that they couldn't lift their heads, swaying from side to side, and the greens of different shades swirled in turn.
Jingxian took out a seventy-two bone oil-paper umbrella from somewhere, and held it open, stopping him and Lu Yingjiu.
The umbrella has a simple appearance, but it isolates the lightning and thunder, and under the umbrella is a small world of its own. Lu Yingjiu only felt that the damp wind was comfortable, and the raindrops fell on the top of his head, which was quite a freehand and romantic walk in the rain.
They are not in a hurry, walk slowly in the wind and rain, and appreciate the magnificence of nature.
Lu Yingjiu said, "The ghost world is too different from what I imagined."
"It used to be a wasteland. If you dig out a handful of soil, you can see the bones." Jingxian said, "until later, I started to green..."
Lu Yingjiu: "..."
He sighed with emotion: "Jingxian, you are really an infrastructure genius, and the ghost world has found a treasure."
Jing Xian said with a smile: "The scenery on the upper floors of the ghost world is better. The lower the environment is, the worse the environment is. There is no way to beautify it. It's full of swords and fires." Rest on the ground floor, and go in that direction, and you will see a holiday cottage and stables."
"You have a horse?" Lu Yingjiu asked.
"Yeah." Jingxian replied, "Besides, there are two you must remember."
Lu Yingjiu: ?
He followed Jingxian's footsteps, crossed the vast grass, and when he crossed a small hill, the weather cleared up again.
Jing Xian took the umbrella and shook off the crystal raindrops on the umbrella. He took Lu Yingjiu's hand to go around the last small slope, and the small wooden house stood beside the clear blue lake.
The wooden house is similar to the ancient buildings, and there is nothing special about it. Next to it was the enclosed stable, and several horses with shiny fur were grazing slowly.
The appearance of the horses is no different from that of ordinary horses, except that some have ghost horns and some are stepping on the flames. They heard the footsteps, looked up to see Jingxian, shook their ears and snorted, looking very happy.
Jingxian stepped forward and stroked their fur.
Among them were two horses, one purplish red and the other pure black, who were very affectionate towards him.
Lu Yingjiu also felt that they were familiar.
Think carefully...
The memory goes back to a hundred years ago, when he and the boy walked across the rivers, lakes and seas, the horses under his crotch were these two!
At this moment, he felt tender and tender in his heart. Unexpectedly, after so many years passed, when they passed away, Jingxian also raised them well in the ghost world.
He took a few steps forward, and the two horses, smelling the smell, looked at him with bright eyes, and soon burst into jubilation.
They also remember Lu Yingjiu!
Lu Yingjiu took a few steps forward and touched their smooth fur. The two horses rubbed their heads hard against him, snorting hard.
They don't know how to restrain their strength, and they rubbed Lu Yingjiu up and down. He smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I miss you too."
Jing Xian opened the door of the stable, and the two of them walked out, fat and strong, their fur shining in the light.
Jingxian stroked their necks with a smile on his brows, and said to Lu Yingjiu, "When your injury is healed, let's go to the horse racing - just like before."
In the past, they did not know how much they liked to race horses all over the mountains and fields.
Winning or losing is half-open, and it is a chess match. Thinking about it carefully, the most rare thing in life is this kind of carefree and unrestrained.
In the years when Lu Yingjiu was away, he had been drinking in his leisure time, thinking about it from time to time.
Lu Yingjiu smiled and said, "You don't have to wait that long."
After he finished speaking, he flew up, got on the black horse with ease, grabbed the jet-black mane, and slapped the horse's body: "Drive!"
The dark horse neighed and rushed out like a phantom with raised hoofs!
Jingxian was stunned for a moment, and he also turned on his horse, and the jujube red horse followed closely.
In the distance is an endless grassland, endless. The two horses galloped wildly one after the other, their muscles so beautiful that they were chiseled out by a carving knife, their black cloud-like manes were flowing, and their hooves smashed the gust of wind.
The sun was shining, but after a few breaths, there was another thunder.
They slammed into the dense rain of the sun, and the rain was dripping, infiltrating the trees, weeds, and the freedom of wild and wild growth. The oncoming wind blew up the sleeves, and the black clothes and white robes tumbled like clouds.
Heart pleasure, chic and bold intertwined.
Dreaming back a hundred years ago, it was also such a great mountain and river.
Leaping across the clear and translucent stream, Jingxian slapped the horse on the neck, the jujube red horse neighed, and his muscles tightened, and the speed was even faster!
As the distance got closer, it gradually caught up with the dark horse, and soon it was only half a position away from the dark horse. Jing Xian and Lu Yingjiu were almost side by side.
The front was wide open, Lu Yingjiu flicked the reins and looked sideways, just in time to meet Jingxian's eyes.
The eyes of the two were light brown like amber and black like a long night. At this time, they both had bright skylight and bright smiles. Even the most magnificent gems in the world were inferior.
Then the dark horse accelerated again, leaving Jing Xian behind.
These two horses are good horses that travel thousands of miles a day, and they are even more tireless when they come to the ghost world.
It ran like this for a long time.
After running until dusk, Lu Yingjiu stopped his horse and gradually slowed down.
This is a small hillside.
The setting sun is falling towards the horizon.
The jujube red horse stood beside him, Jing Xian jumped off the horse first, stretched out his hand towards Lu Yingjiu on the horse's back, and said with a smile, "You win."
Lu Yingjiu was sweating on his temples, he led him off the horse, and then he was hugged.
Jing Xian hugged him hard, directly picked him up and turned around a few times, then kissed him.
Ghosts don't need to breathe, but Lu Yingjiu is still panting, how can he survive this battle? Soon the kiss became unbearable, and he forced Jing Xian away, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Don't kiss, don't kiss anymore, I won't be able to breathe anymore if you kiss me again."
Jingxian just gave up.
The two sat on the grassy slope and chatted slowly. The horses bury their heads in the grass and grind their ears from time to time.
And so on until the stars filled the sky.
Lu Yingjiu's tone was sleepy, and when answering Jingxian, it was a meal.
In the end, he tilted his head and leaned on Jingxian's shoulder, half asleep.
The surroundings were silent, Jingxian stared at him for a few seconds, and said in a low voice, "Lie down before going to sleep?"
Lu Yingjiu responded vaguely.
So they slept on the soft grass.
Lu Yingjiu hugged Jingxian and quickly fell asleep. Jingxian stroked his black hair extremely gently, and after a while, he slowly closed his eyes.
Ghosts don't need sleep. But just like countless times before, he accompanied Lu Yingjiu into a dream.
But this time, he no longer dreamed of the barren snow field.
A good night's sleep until dawn.
For the next two days, they walked slowly through the ghost world on horseback.
I don't know if it was because of his half-human, half-ghost state, Lu Yingjiu's injury healed quickly.
Jingxian was more worried than him, and insisted on caring about the healing of his various wounds every day. He was relieved until all the wounds disappeared.
And the surrounding scenery is endless.
Sure enough, as Jingxian said, the further down you go, the stronger the yin. There is no longer the romance of grass and warbler flying, replaced by a sense of grandeur of chill.
The black water is rolling, the strange walls are rugged, or the flaming mountains can't see the end of the flames, or the snowy plains that are frozen and frozen forever. Ghosts and monsters were fighting, and souls that had never been seen before flew up like bats, and the water ghosts in the sea appeared in groups, with scarlet rays shining in their eyes.
Stop and go all the way.
Finally, a few days later, the two reached the thirteenth floor of the ghost world.
Jingxian has a palace here. Although it is not big, it is extremely delicate. The room is full of gems, and the bed is as soft as velvet.
They took a day off here.
The next morning, Jing Xian went to feed the two horses, and when he came back, he saw Lu Yingjiu sitting by the window, looking into the distance. His voluminous sleeves spread out by the window and were clean white.
There was a bottle of flower wine beside him, and after drinking half of it, the glass was full of light.
"What are you looking at?" He walked over and asked, kissing Jinlu Yingjiu's profile.
"It's nothing." Lu Yingjiu said with a smile, "I'm just thinking about things. Jingxian, I'm thinking..."
He stopped.
This state is very rare for him.
Jingxian didn't ask any further questions, and sat silently beside him, also looking out the window.
After a long time, Lu Yingjiu said, "I'm thinking, should I stay in the ghost world." He rubbed his browbones, "This half-human, half-ghost state may be the safest ending for me. As long as I don't return to the human world, I don't need to worry about Heaven anymore, and I can be with you forever."
"But Ah Jingxian, the safest ending must be the best ending?"
He sighed and smiled bitterly: "I think I may be too greedy. You worked so hard for so many years to bring me safely to the ghost world, but I still want to go back."
"In all fairness, I still have a lot of concerns about the world. Whether it's relatives and friends, or a firm that has just started, or the sense of identity that I was born with..."
"Moreover, the most massive Hundred Ghosts Night Walk in the prophecy will still appear. If the way of heaven fails to fulfill its wishes, I am afraid it will still interfere with it. I am afraid that there will be branches outside the festival and more people's lives will be killed. After all, I still can't rest assured."
Lu Yingjiu rubbed his browbones and continued, "If I hide in the ghost world, I'm afraid I'll be the real loser."
"But I don't have a specific idea on how to fight against Heaven. The only idea is the formation in the museum."
That formation can lead people to the ghost world.
And after Lu Yingjiu recalled the past, he realized that this was actually the formation he and Chu Qianju studied. The family has made many improvements in the past few hundred years, but the essence is still the same.
One of the improvements is that the new formation requires eight exorcists to activate.
On the Linhai Bridge, on the burnt-out car, he saw Zhang Haokong who died in the fire - when he went to start the formation, he was attacked by Tiandao's attendants.
However, Zhang Haokong pointed to the bridge and gave Lu Yingjiu a hint. Only then did Lu Yingjiu notice that the gate to the ghost world had been opened.
That is, although not sure how the process goes...
The formation was indeed successful.
There are too many questions.
Lu Yingjiu was puzzled, but his intuition told him that this was a very crucial point. If pursued, that is the best clue in his hands.
His idea is this: first find the location where the other seven ghost exorcists activate the formation, and then track down.
But this also means that he must return to the world.
When he said this, Lu Yingjiu never dared to look at Jingxian's expression.
How will Jingxian react?
Lu Yingjiu thought wildly. He knew that Jingxian would never be angry, nor would he blame him, but even the slightest disappointment or subtle sadness would make him feel like a knife in his heart.
Even if Jingxian showed the slightest objection, he might give up the idea.
He turned his face away, looked out the window, and felt that the flower wine he had just drank was burning in his stomach, making him restless.
A few seconds later, Jing Xian gently pulled his hand.
Jingxian's hand still carried the unique coolness of ghosts. Lu Yingjiu was slightly moved before turning around.
Jingxian looked at him seriously: "Well, I understand."
He added: "The ghost world and the human world roughly correspond in terms of location. Near the bridge where Zhang Haokong is located, there is a mass grave corresponding to the ghost world. He arranged a formation in the world, so I thought, maybe in the ghost world. There are corresponding signs in the world.β
"These days, I have sent priests over. There are indeed traces of the formation in the mass graves."
"That is to say, if we find another seven traces in the ghost world, corresponding to the world, we can locate the formation. Even if you go back to the world to trace, the danger can be greatly reduced."
Lu Yingjiu opened his eyes slightly.
Jing Xian kissed the back of his hand and continued: "I have sent 3,000 priests, countless demons, countless monsters, tens of thousands of little devils, big and small, and a smuggled three-headed dog from hell, who have been ghosts these days. Search the world. Traces will soon be found."
"The reason why I didn't tell you is because you were injured before, and I didn't want you to worry so much. I never wanted you to stay in the ghost world forever."
"Tiandao and the family have no right to let you die, neither do I. 'Alive' is a part of your life, and no one can take it away."
He looked at Lu Yingjiu.
The other person's skin was under the sun, matched by a white coat, as clean as transparent snow. His eyebrows and eyes are exquisite, as if they were carefully drawn with fine brushes, gentle and beautiful, even the most critical person will be speechless.
βLike the day we first met.
Young Jingxian just finished a massacre and casually teases the last prey. He vaguely sensed the arrival of Lu Yingjiu, found it funny, fell to the ground and pretended to be a victim.
Lu Yingjiu did take action and "rescue" him.
The young man threw himself into his arms and looked up. The person in front of him seemed to be wearing a crescent moon in his clothes. There was no malice in his eyes, and there was no disgust for his blood mist. There were only ridicule and laughter, which were too bright.
But Jingxian understood instantly: Lu Yingjiu had seen through all his disguises.
And he still held him in his arms.
If it is said that Lu Yingjiu's eyebrows and eyes made his heart pound, then this look is more like the tremor of the soul.
love at first sight.
He has been invincible ever since.
Jingxian said: "We will be together forever. But not now, you should still live in this world now."
"So, when the formation is found, let's go back to the world together. We will win this decisive battle, and we will have many days of riding horses and mountains."
Lu yingjiu trembled in his heart.
He didn't know what to say, any language was weak and pale.
Thousands of words, many emotions condensed into a "thank you", and a deep kiss.
This kiss has the fragrance of flowers, the smell of wine, and the uncontrollable emotion.
In the end, don't know who moved the hand first, the clothes slipped and the skin touched.
"You know," Jingxian whispered hoarsely in his ear, "I especially like that you wear white clothes, and I have been thinking about it since the first day we met. At that time, I thought you were like an immortal who came from the mountains. You are so beautiful. ...Now I like to see you put on and I like to see you take off."
Breathing faster and faster, Lu Yingjiu was pressed onto the bed, groaning, loosely grabbing a strand of Jingxian's drooping black hair, and spreading it out like a bird's tail in white, like frost and snow.