There is still one month before the rainbow appears again at the Judi Waterfall.

Yan Qiusi's performance during this month has been calm, what to do, except that he has become a little quieter, other things are almost the same as usual.

It's just that the atmosphere in the Demon Race is much suppressed.

Except for the four leading demon generals, almost no one dared to approach Yan Qiusi's palace.

Even when servants bring food in, they enter with their tails between their legs, and then breathe out.

No one dared to say a word to Yan Qiusi.

As for the cave where Lin Qingbai's body was stored, it was also different.

Originally, the hole was wide open, and the inside was very messy, and all kinds of snakes, insects, rats and ants could enter.

But when waking up one morning, someone was shocked to find that an enchantment had fallen at the entrance of the cave.

The magical power of that enchantment is so strong that it isolates all people and things, and not even a mosquito can enter.

In the entire demon clan, except for Yan Qiusi, no one can cast such a powerful enchantment, and no one dares to privately place an enchantment on the entrance of the cave where Lin Qingbai's body is stored.

Everyone didn't understand why the Demon Emperor did this.

Lin Qingbai is the enemy of their entire demon clan.

Twelve years ago, if he hadn't brought everyone from the fairy clan to the demon clan and suddenly launched an attack when the demon clan was unprepared, their demon clan would not have suffered heavy losses.

In that war, almost half of the low-level monsters died in that war.

If the Demon Emperor Yan Qiusi hadn't used his soul pill to protect the monsters under the Soul Breaking Cliff before his death, the entire demon clan would have been wiped out in that war.

Yan Qiusi hated Lin Qingbai, and everyone in the same demon clan hated Lin Qingbai.

Their hatred is just like how the immortals hate the Demon Emperor, only more and less.

And now Lin Qingbai is finally dead.

This should be a great joy for the entire demon clan, and it should even be celebrated by the whole world for three days.

But Yan Qiusi didn't look happy.

He didn't dismember Lin Qingbai's body as he once said, but put it in the coffin intact and sealed it up.

Although everyone in the Demon Race was suspicious, but due to Yan Qiusi's fierce and impermanent character, no one dared to say anything, but just pretended not to see it.

The days went by like this.

One night, Yan Qiusi didn't know what dream he had.

He didn't fall asleep that night, but walked out of the bedroom.

That night, Feng Wan happened to be on duty, and she saw Yan Qiusi walking out, so she followed Yan Qiusi.

Yan Qiusi was standing at the door, holding the wooden railing of the corridor with both hands, looking up at the moon above the distant mountains.

The Mozu's moon is really ugly.

The place is covered with dark clouds all the year round, almost regardless of cloudy or sunny days. If you want to see the moon, you can only wait for the lucky time when the dark clouds in the sky will disperse and you will be able to see the faint moonlight beyond the clouds.

Yan Qiusi has never really seen the whole picture of the moon in the more than a thousand years of being in the demon clan.

So much so that he saw the moon in the world in the year when he came down to earth, and it was the first time that he knew that the moon can be so bright, and it can also change from cloudy to sunny.

Yan Qiusi looked at it like this for a long time, and suddenly asked Feng Wan in a deep voice: "Feng Wan, how long is it until the rainbow at the Digging Waterfall appears?"

This is the fifth time Yan Qiusi asked this question.

He never kept track of the date, so he would ask Feng Wan once every one or two days.

Feng Wan has followed Yan Qiusi for so many years, and has never seen Yan Qiusi so caring about anything.

"My lord, there are still five days."

"Five days..."

Yan Qiusi lowered his head, took a deep breath, nodded, and said hello again.

The closer the day is, the more tormented the waiting time will be.

When that day came, Yan Qiusi brought Fang Hua and Feng Wan down to the mortal world together.

Just like the last time went down to earth, several people passed the Fanchen River, passed the giant black eagle, and crossed the river.

After crossing the Mortal Bridge, we finally arrived at the back mountain of Qingmo Temple.

They set off early in the morning, and it was already afternoon when they arrived in the mortal world.

Yan Qiusi and the others didn't stop, and rushed towards Prince Yun's mansion directly.

It was already spring in the mortal world at this time, the streets were bustling with people coming and going, it was still the same as when Yan Qiusi was in the mortal world.

Everything will change, except the excitement in the capital will not change.

It was the first time for Fanghua to come to the world, and she looked here and there, but because Yan Qiusi was by her side, she dared not say a word even if she encountered something novel.

There are many new and strange things in the capital, and in just a few months, the topic of discussion among the people has changed from Xi'an's rebellion to Princess Linger's elopement with her lover in the palace, to MuThe imperial concubine's mother's family, the Liu family, was conspiring against the emperor, and the emperor confiscated the house, and Mu Guifei also hanged herself.

Yan Qiusi is not interested in these things.

He walked quickly towards Prince Yun's mansion, no matter what he said along the way, he couldn't hear him.

Even Fanghua and Fengwan couldn't keep up with him.

Until it got closer and closer to King Yun's Mansion, Yan Qiusi raised his head and saw the roof of King Yun's Mansion from a distance.

His pace suddenly slowed down.

He has walked this road countless times, and he remembers every stall on the roadside clearly.

Every time he went to a friend's house to play when he was young, he would pass by this road.

The third house on the right side of the road has his favorite candied haws.

Lin Qingbai seldom bought it for him, for fear that he would damage his teeth.

So he took advantage of Aunt Lian's arrival to pick him up, and quietly asked Aunt Lian to eat candied haws.

Aunt Lian doted on him, and bought him candied haws before he could say a word.

At that time, he was holding candied haws in one hand and holding Aunt Lian's hand in the other. He jumped home happily, but he never escaped Lin Qingbai's eyes.

Every time he hadn't finished eating the candied haws, he saw Lin Qingbai standing at the gate of the palace waiting for him to come back.

Seeing him take a candied haws, Lin Qingbai's face turned cold, and he turned around and walked into the mansion.

Xi An knew his master, so before Lin Qingbai turned around and left, he rushed over, hugged his master's waist tightly, smiled at his master, and acted like a baby at his master.

Lin Qingbai was the softest towards him.

Every time Lin Qingbai saw his smile, his cold face would gradually relax, and finally squatted down, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sugar juice from the corner of Xi'an's mouth, and said helplessly: "Next time, I can't let LianAuntie will buy you snacks, do you understand?"

"Understood, Master..."

"If there is another time, I will definitely punish you."

But next time Xi An will do the same, but Lin Qingbai never really punished him.

Yan Qiusi was born as the prince of the demon clan, he never bowed his head to anyone, and never begged anyone.

After he became the devil emperor, not to mention eating candied haws, even if he killed his clansmen and ate them, no one would dare to say a word and take a breather.

He only did this to Lin Qingbai.

Lin Qingbai has only been coaxed.

I only apologized to Lin Qingbai.

Yan Qiusi never felt bored at all, on the contrary, he felt that it should be like this.

Thinking about it now, even though he was burdened with blood and hatred at that time, every time he walked this road and saw his master waiting for him to go home, he forgot everything for a while.

But now the sun is still shining, but the street has already changed.

The candied haws are gone, and so are the people.

Continue to walk forward, getting closer and closer to Prince Yun's Mansion, Yan Qiusi walked to Prince Yun's Mansion and stood still.

Prince Yun's Mansion is not what it used to be.

In the past, there were many guards outside the gate of King Yun's Mansion. The red gate was like vermilion, with high walls and green tiles. If it was a spring day, the branches and flowers in the courtyard would spread outside the courtyard, creating a scene of prosperity.

But now someone has written something on the red door with a black brush, it is dirty and messy, the bricks and tiles on the high wall are worn out, and the entangled vines have long since withered.

Even the word Yunwang on the palace has been smashed to pieces.

The eyes are full of ruins.

Fanghua looked at the old and dilapidated courtyard in front of him, and couldn't even believe that this was where their king lived before.

Yan Qiusi stood in front of the door for a long time, then stepped forward and knocked on the door.

The knock on the door echoed in the palace, and the dust on the edge of the door rustled down with the vibration of the knock on the door, but no one came to open the door for a long time.

At this moment, a grocery shopping man with a shoulder pole passed by the door, saw them and asked, "This place has been empty for a long time, who are you looking for?"

Yan Qiusi paused for a moment, turned around and asked, "Where are the people in the palace?"

The uncle saw that they were unfamiliar, and they didn't look like people from the capital, so he said: "You are from other places... Did you find the wrong place, please don't get involved with this family,That's the crime of beheading!"

After speaking, the old man shook his head and was about to leave.

Fang Hua glanced at Yan Qiusi standing at the door, and immediately stepped forward to stop the old man, and asked, "Master, our cousin is the maid of this family, and now we come to her, and now we can't find anyone, youCan you tell us what happened to this family so we can know how to find her."

Fang Huasheng was sweet-mouthed, so the old man said a few more words to her.

"What happened in this family is a big deal. Everyone in the capital knows about it, but you don't?"

"What's the matter, sir?"

"Do you know about the rebellion a few months ago?"

When Fanghua heard the word rebellion, his eyes trembled, and he continued to follow the old man's words: "Our family lives far away, so I don't know much, please explain in detail..."

"That family is the one who rebelled! This place used to be a royal residence! It is the younger brother of the current Holy Majesty, Lord Yun, who lives here! It is a blessing to say that your cousin can be a maid in this residence! It's a pity!Ah, there is a rebellious minister and traitor in this Prince Yun's mansion..."

Fang Hua looked up at Yan Qiusi who was standing not far away, saw that Yan Qiusi still had that cold expression, and continued to ask: "And then?"

"Then what else can we do next? Of course, the rebellion failed, so he died..." The old man smacked his mouth twice and continued: "This Lord Yun is the master of the traitor, and he can get himWhat is good? It is said that not long after his apprentice died, he also died..."

"Then how did he die..." Fang Hua's voice trembled twice before continuing to ask.

"As for how Prince Yun died, I really can't tell. There are different opinions now. Some say he was assassinated by the emperor, some say he died of illness, and some say..." At this pointThe old man showed an expression that was inconvenient to speak, he hesitated to speak, and was unwilling to say more.

"What else is there to say?" At this moment, Yan Qiusi strode forward, pushed Fang Hua away, and asked in a low voice.

The old man was taken aback by his aura, glanced at him, turned around and was about to leave.

Fang Hua quickly grabbed the old man, took out a gold ingot from his pocket, and said with a smile, "Master, my brother is impatient, please forgive me, you tell us everything you know, this is the reward."

When the old man saw such a big gold ingot, his eyes lit up. He didn't care about anything else. He immediately put the big ingot in his pocket, glanced around, and said to Fanghua mysteriously in a low voice:"Some people say... this Lord Yun has a habit of Longyang, and he has been hooking up with his little apprentice for a long time. They have discussed it. One person will take the throne and one person will make plans, butUnexpectedly, if he didn't get the throne, his apprentice would die first, so he also went with him......"

Hearing these words, Fang Hua straightened up, took a breath, and looked at Yan Qiusi next to her with trembling eyes.

Hearing these words, Yan Qiusi's eyes were already burning with blood, and his hands were clenched into fists.

But the old man didn't notice it at all, and he said to Fanghua on his own: "I think the last one sounds absurd, but it's most likely that people in the capital were saying that General Xi was just a generationWufu, he was only 18 years old when he rebelled, how could he have such a plan, including the whole capital, it must be

Prince Yun is instigating behind his back... Sigh, the emperor trusts Prince Yun the most. Unexpectedly, Prince Yun is such a villain.

The old man's words stopped abruptly, because Yan Qiusi's sword had already reached his neck.

"Full of nonsense, who allows you to insult him?!"

Yan Qiusi's eyes were so dark that he couldn't see the bottom, he pushed the blade forward again, and asked sharply, "Who did this word come from?!"

How did the old man know who the words came from.

He was trembling with fright, he hesitated a word for a long time but couldn't explain why.

"My lord...this is not what I said first...I also heard others say...forgive...forgive..."

At this time, Fang Hua glanced around and immediately comforted in a low voice: "Your Majesty, this is the main road in front of the Wangfu. If we kill someone, someone will definitely see it. It will be difficult to attract people from the government. We still hopeCalm down the king!"

At this moment, a few people were talking and laughing at the end of the road. Hearing the voices, they were walking towards this side, and they were about to turn the corner.

"Your Majesty, please calm down..." Fang Hua said anxiously again.

Yan Qiusi paused the strength in his hand, closed his eyes, took back the sword in his hand, and shouted in a low voice: "Get out!"

The old man was so frightened that his trousers and crotch were wet, and he didn't want the shoulder pole in his hand. He turned around and scrambled away.

Fang Hua saw that the man ran away, and was about to turn back to ask Yan Qiusi what they should do next, but saw that Yan Qiusi didn't even knock on the door of the palace, and took two steps back, then flew up, simplyNeatly turned over from the wall into the palace.

Fang Hua and Feng Wan glanced at each other, followed closely behind, and flew directly into the palace.

Yan Qiusi entered the palace and didn't go anywhere. Instead, he walked through the weed-covered woods and kept going.

He walked faster and faster, faster and faster, until the wind blew the hem of his clothes behind him, and he almost walked forward at a running pace.

Until he ran to Lin Qingbai's hall and stood still, without any hesitation, he pushed open the door of Lin Qingbai's room.

The house was dusty, and only the beam of light from the door entered the dim room.

Yan Qiusi saw the things placed on the table in the main hall at a glance, and immediately couldn't move a step.

He saw Lin Qingbai's memorial tablet...

And his...

The two tablets were placed one behind the other, just like they did before, Lin Qingbai walked in front, and he followed the master without falling behind.

Yan Qiusi only felt cold all over his body, and he lost all thoughts in his mind.

He stepped into the room step by step, raising his hand to wipe Lin Qingbai's tablet.

But when he poked his finger over, before he touched Lin Qingbai's tablet, he suddenly withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Who are you? Who allowed you to break in?!"

Yan Qiusi turned his head and looked, and saw Hongyue rushing in angrily, blocking the tablets of Yan Qiusi and Lin Qingbai.

She, a little girl, was not afraid to face Yan Qiusi and the others alone, she spread her wings like a mother chicken, raised her hand to protect the tablet, and asked them angrily: "Who are you?! Come heredo what?!"

It's strange to say that when he was in the mortal world, Yan Qiusi didn't pay attention to the little girl beside Lin Qingbai.

He felt that this girl was talkative, not smart, and sloppy in doing things. When facing him, she was like a mouse meeting a cat.

All in all it's just unpopular.

Maybe it's because people have gone to the building now, and it's not what it used to be. When he saw Hongyue again, he suddenly felt a sense of returning to the familiarity of the past.

She stayed by Lin Qingbai's side while he came to see his master.

An old friend is rare, and it is even more rare for an old friend who can make Yan Qiusi connect the present and the past.

Yan Qiusi

This time it was rare that he didn't want to embarrass Hongyue. He took two steps back and said softly: "I am an old friend of Lord Yun. I came from another place. I heard that something happened to Lord Yun. I wanted to pay homage to him, but I never thought about it."The place is already empty, so I broke in, and I hope the girl will forgive me."

Seeing Yan Qiusi's polite appearance, Hongyue let down her vigilance.

Her raised hand trembled, and slowly fell to her side, her eyes turned a little red, and she said in a difficult voice: "It was Hongyue who was abrupt just now, I hope you will forgive me...you are my lordAfter death, the second person who is not afraid of being dragged down and comes to worship..."

After speaking, Hongyue moved away.

Yan Qiusi led the two people behind him to worship the memorial tablet three times.

Then Yan Qiusi asked Hongyue: "Miss, where have all the people in the palace gone?"

Hongyue wiped her eyes, sighed and said: "Our palace has been disbanded a long time ago, and I also live closer. Every few days, I enter the palace through the back door to wipe the plaques for my prince and young master...."

Yan Qiusi hung his head for a long time without saying a word. Finally, when he turned around and was about to leave, he was about to step out of the threshold when he stopped suddenly and asked, "...... Miss, do you know that Lord Yun isWhere is his tomb? We want to go and have a look."

Hongyue saw that these three people really wanted to worship, so she said it bluntly.

"Our lord's tomb is buried in a remote location in Fangxu Mountain in the suburbs. The location is hard to find. Since you guys are from other places, it is enough to pay homage in the palace, so there is no need to go...My lord is kind-hearted, he will understand your thoughts..."

Yan Qiusi is a stubborn person, since he is here today to verify whether what the witch clan princess said is true, he must see everything clearly.

The defeat of Prince Yun's Mansion does not mean that Prince Yun is dead.

Just because Lord Yun's tablet is here does not mean that Lord Yun is dead.

If possible, Yan Qiusi would even dig up Lin Qingbai's body from the ground to see if his master was really dead.

What's the point of going to Fangxu Mountain?

Yan Qiusi and the others bid farewell to Hongyue, then called a carriage in the capital and headed for Fang Xushan.

Yan Qiusi has stayed in the capital for more than ten years, and grew up playing wild in the mountains since he was a child. He doesn't know what mountains are in the suburbs of Beijing?

Which mountain range has he not been to seventeen or eight times?

It's just that this Fangxu mountain is far away from the capital, and the mountain is steep and remote. He only went hunting on that mountain when he was practicing martial arts at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and he never went there again.

It rained heavily in Beijing a few days ago.

Not long after the carriage left the outskirts of Beijing, the mountain road became more and more difficult. The wheels of the carriage got stuck in the mud and couldn't be pulled out no matter what.

Yan Qiusi lost his patience and threw an ingot to the driver, then jumped off the carriage and walked forward.

Fang Hua and Feng Wan followed closely behind.

This road is really as Hong Yue said, it is very difficult.

There are mudholes and puddles everywhere on the road. If one accidentally steps into the mud, it is difficult to pull out the foot.

Yan Qiusi's martial arts is so strong that he is already struggling, let alone the two women behind him.

It went on like this for about an hour.

Everyone's robes are covered with mud spots, and their shoes are already soaked.

In this way, they have just reached the foot of Fangxu Mountain.

Fanghua looked up and saw the tall and steep mountain again, sighed, but didn't dare to say a word.

It's just that hate in heart, why people in the mortal world can't fly because they don't have spells.

Then the mountain road was even more difficult to walk. A martial arts practitioner like Fang Hua even had to hold a stick in his hand to keep up with Yan Qiusi's footsteps.

Hongyue in the Wangfu only said that Lin Qingbai's tomb was in Fang Xushan, but did not disclose the specific location.

Fang Xushan is very big, high and steep.

Yan Qiusi could not wait to search the entire mountain, and finally found it at sunset.

It's in a clearing on top of a mountain.

over there

The ground is flat, completely different from the steep mountains before.

There is a small wooden house, a small field, and a plum tree.

The first grave that Yan Qiusi saw.

He strode forward, but he didn't expect to see another grave when he reached the top of the mountain.

Two graves next to each other....

They are all wordless...

Yan Qiusi's hands trembled uncontrollably, and he stood there for a long time before he stepped forward step by step, each step seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

After only taking two steps, he didn't want to step forward again.

The evening glow is crimson, and the sun is setting.

The breeze blew away Yan Qiusi's clothes, and he stood far away in front of the grave, under the plum blossom tree, motionless, quietly looking at the distant grave.

Someone must have been to the graves, and an oil-paper umbrella was placed on the two graves, hitting the tombstone.

I don't know how long it lasted, the umbrellas are a bit worn out.

Perhaps it was because of the oil-paper umbrella to keep out the wind and rain that he really saw blood red on the tombstone on the left...

Although the red color has been washed away by the rain, it is impossible to tell what is written, whether it is paint, blood, or something else.

They have long been indistinguishable.

Yan Qiusi's mind suddenly flashed what the witch clan princess said to him a month ago.

"He died in front of your grave, it was snowing heavily that day..."

"He sent you to the mountain and sent everyone away..."

"You can't sign your name on the tombstone, so he will use his blood to engrave it on you over and over again..."

At that time, he thought these words were just words of demagogy, so he didn't take them into his heart.

In other words, he didn't dare to put these words in his heart.

Now that he looked at the two tombstones, those words were like a curse, constantly replaying, wandering, and hitting in his mind.

He was suddenly at a loss, not knowing what to think, what to do.

He thought, these two wordless steles have no names.

What if it wasn't his and Lin Qingbai's tomb?

yes.

Without a signature, who can prove that this is his master's tomb.

Since there is no one to prove, there is nothing to prove.

Then anyone can dig a grave bag at random and say it is the tombstone of Prince Yun.

This still doesn't mean that his master is dead.

Still can't prove that what the witch princess said is true.

Yan Qiusi is so stubborn.

Now he is like a person who is about to drown, racking his brains and trying his best, trying to find a straw to save his life, and grab it tightly.

Never let go.

At this time, an old man came out of the cabin not far away.

The old man had all white hair and a stooped body. Leaning on crutches, she walked out the door tremblingly, looking at the person standing in front of the tombstone with cloudy eyes.

She couldn't see people clearly, so she took two steps forward and looked into the distance across the wheat field.

Suddenly, her eyes froze, and she asked in a trembling voice: "Is it An'er......"

Yan Qiusi froze and looked into the distance.

Another woman in her forties or fifties came out of the room, grabbed the old man's arm and said, "Mother, what's up with An'er, you're confused again, you've got the wrong person! There's no An'er here, it's cold outside, come on!"Go back to the house."

While talking, the woman nodded to Yan Qiusi to apologize.

This time, the old man stubbornly broke away from the woman's hand, and she took two steps in the direction of Yan Qiusi, and asked, "An'er...is that you...."

"...."

"Are you coming back to find your master..."

The old man walked up to Yan Qiusi step by step, and looked up at Yan Qiusi.

Her eyes were cloudy, but suddenly they turned red, and she raised her hand to hold Yan Qiusi's hand hanging by her side.

Her hands are already out of shape

As warm as the year, but as thin as a dry bone, he grabbed Yan Qiusi's hand very hard, and blamed him in a trembling voice: "You child...where did you go to play again?..."

"Why did you come back..."

"Do you know... how long your master has been waiting for you here..."