Chapter 85 New Snow and Wine

The bamboo house was burnt down, and the young man was rightfully pestering him.

Lu Yingjiu had never seen this battle before, and slandered, she is not some beautiful beauty who is as beautiful as a flower, and what is this young man doing so persistently?

The dark horse walked away.

It has good leg strength, travels hundreds of miles a day without getting tired, and is extremely human, and can follow the reins most of the time. In this way, they walked through the hills one after another, and stepped on the clear streams one after another. At noon, the two shared dry food, and after a short rest, they continued on their way.

Finally in the evening, they came to a lively town.

People coming and going in the town don't know what they are celebrating. There are lanterns and colorful lights everywhere, and people are full of voices.

In such a crowded place, I am afraid there is a ghost exorcist.

The two dismounted.

Lu Yingjiu drew a piece of talisman paper, folded it into a paper crane, and put it into the boy's hand.

"What is this?" the boy asked.

He looked at the paper crane in his hand. It is lifelike, delicate and exquisite, and the talisman paper is bent and wrapped around the wings, like a feather pattern.

"The talisman that can hide your Yin Qi." Lu Yingjiu said with a smile, "Of course, you have to return it to me when you leave this town."

This talisman is not easily given to ghosts.

The talisman paper he drew was powerful, and when the boy took the talisman paper, almost all the exorcists couldn't find any trace of him - this was extremely dangerous.

The young man nodded.

They entered the town and danced around. Lu Yingjiu asked someone, and only then did he know that according to local customs, there would be a three-day banquet to welcome the midsummer.

The young man looked left and right.

The light of the lantern fell on his dark eyes, and it was simply brilliant. He had rarely seen such a lively scene, where pedestrians brushed shoulders with them, accidentally touched each other, and could feel the scorching body temperature.

Humans are so warm. he thought.

After Lu Yingjiu asked about the situation, he turned around and said to him, "Let's find a restaurant. What do you like to eat?"

The young man shook his head: "I only drank white porridge."

Lu Yingjiu laughed and took him into the most popular restaurant along the road.

The restaurant was full of people.

The two went to the second floor to take their seats, Lu Yingjiu ordered food, and looked up, the young man across the table was still looking at him intently.

Lu Yingjiu asked, "You don't have a name, don't you even know your surname and birthday?"

"I don't know." The boy said, "I've been in that mountain range since I can remember."

"So that's it..." Lu Yingjiu pondered for a moment, "I think you're probably not a soul transformed from a living person, but a priest."

The teenager was stunned: "What's the difference?"

"To put it simply, you were born from the yin qi of the ghost world, and you have your own responsibilities." Lu Yingjiu said, "Of course, there are actually many priests, some strong and some weak. all the same."

Teenager: "Oh..."

Lu Yingjiu added: "Do you know where you were born? For example, if you were born in the daytime of the ghost world, then your power will be masculine, similar to the sun wandering god; Born in the mountains of the ghost world, that is the priest in charge of the mountains."

But according to his speculation, with the young man's temperament and methods, he is probably the type of killing gods.

Extremely hostile, born from the swords, spears, swords and halberds of the battlefield.

The boy thought for a long time and replied, "I only vaguely remember that I have seen a tree of white flowers before."

"Bai Hua?" Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a moment.

Flower ghosts are generally charming and charming.

But then he thought about it, and when he was riding, he always smelled the cold fragrance on the boy's body - saying it was the fragrance of flowers, it seemed to be somewhat similar.

A god of killing born from flowers.

If you think about it, there is a bit of romance.

Lu Yingjiu took a sip of tea and heard the young man continue: "I thought about it, I should be the priest in charge of marriage."

Lu Yingjiu almost choked with a sip of water.

God fucking marriage.

Are you sending the mandarin ducks to see the old Yueyue of the King of Hell? How misunderstood this child is about himself...

He turned his face away and coughed a few times, looked over and said, "Are you sure??"

"Yeah." The boy was serious, "I didn't want anything at first, but now I know, I want to get married."

Lu Yingjiu was silent for a while, and then said, "No, you must be a killer."

"Ah." The young man was sluggish for a few seconds, "I don't want to be a killer, I want to take care of my marriage."

"No, you can't control it." Lu Yingjiu vetoed.

The teenager was very disappointed: "Who is the priest in charge of marriage? I'm going to kill him and take the throne myself."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Lu Yingjiu: "...you really are a god of killing!"

While talking, Xiao Er came with dishes.

Jade White Jade Soup, sliced ​​meat, vegetable dumplings and steamed sea bass…

Although it was only eaten by two people, the table was full and it was hot.

The boy clumsily picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish.

It melts at the entrance.

The scallion fragrance bursts in the mouth with the umami of the fish, delicate and smooth, and it is delicious.

"How is it?" Lu Yingjiu asked him.

"...It's delicious." The boy nodded, "It's delicious."

Lu Yingjiu smiled: "Then eat more. I can't make such a good dish. If you follow me, you won't have frequent goodies in the future."

Most ghosts don't eat or drink, relying on yin is enough.

But when the food is really put in front of you, I am afraid that people and ghosts can't refuse.

The teenager tasted every dish, sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy, each of which was a taste he had never experienced before.

But eating and eating, he looked up again.

Lu Yingjiu drank the soup slowly - this small bowl of soup has been drunk for a long time. He lacked interest in food, and went out to eat purely for teenagers.

The boy asked, "Why don't you eat?"

"I eat less." Lu Yingjiu said, "You don't have to worry about me."

The boy's chopsticks paused.

He really wanted to add vegetables to Lu Yingjiu and put the fattest fish and meat slices in his bowl.

But this is too intimate, Lu Yingjiu may not like it.

He lowered his head and casually poked the dumplings with his chopsticks, but he didn't take any action.

The lights outside the window flickered, and Lu Yingjiu was distracted, unconsciously looking out the window.

Lu Yingjiu did not wear white clothes today, but wore a dark blue shirt and a dark red robe. Whatever clothes he wears are suitable and good-looking. This body is a little less immortal, but it is a little more amazing, like a rich family's children traveling, lazy, casual and luxurious.

The teenager peeked at Lu Yingjiu while eating.

The food is delicious and the people are nice.

It's a pity that he didn't care about marriage, otherwise he would definitely use a red thread to tie the two of them tightly.

After drinking and eating, the two rested in the inn for one night.

Lu Yingjiu originally wanted to buy a horse for the young man, but the young man refused for some reason.

——When he refused, his eyes were fluttering, his ears were red, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But anyway, the ghosts don't have much weight, at most they squeeze a little when riding a horse. He didn't force it either, and went with the boy.

When the sky turned white the next day, they set off on horseback and continued eastward.

Just stop and go.

Sometimes they can only sleep in the open air and eat dry food for several days;

After traveling for more than half a month, the two became familiar with each other, and there were endless topics to talk about every day.

The so-called hit-and-run is like that.

Although they have only known each other for a few days, they seem to have known each other for many years. Although the young man is a serious ghost, for the first time in his life, he has truly experienced what it means to be "alive".

Alive is food, celebration and rising fire.

Life is clear sky and rainstorm, wasteland and downtown, river and mountain.

Being alive is the thin green that the antlers brush across the mountains, and the endless starry sky that can’t be said and seen every day during the journey.

Until a towering snow-capped mountain appeared in front of them. At the foot of the mountain is a large expanse of lush cedars, with dark gray trunks tall and tall, and pine needles shiny green.

The place where Lu Yingjiu was going was a small village in the mountains.

Because of the remoteness of this village, few ghost exorcists are willing to come here, and in recent months, there have been evil riots. After he heard the news, he rushed over.

When they got to the foot of the mountain, they saw a path in the snow, going gently towards the mountain, leading to a faint wisp of cooking smoke.

It should have been stepped on by the villagers.

The two rode up the mountain on horseback, and soon came to a slightly steeper place, then dismounted and walked forward. Lu Yingjiu was leading the dark horse, and suddenly heard the boy "Huh?".

"What's wrong?" he asked back.

The young man holds a handful of fresh snow in his hand.

He was surprised: "Xue is so cold."

This is the first time he has seen ice and snow.

"The first time I saw Xue, I had a reaction with you." Lu Yingjiu said with a smile, "There are many novel things in this world. If you have the heart, you can meet them one by one."

The boy opened his fingers, and the snow fell out from between the fingers. He asked, "...will you accompany me?"

"Maybe." Lu Yingjiu said.

This is not a definite answer, and the teenager is a little disappointed.

He didn't show any emotion, he crunched on the snow and followed Lu Yingjiu closely.

He thought to himself, as expected, let's kill the rotten priest in charge of marriage, and it's just today.

After another incense stick, the two arrived at the village at noon.

Like the villages before them, they were warmly welcomed.

The villagers boiled hot soup and cooked pasta for them. The weather was cold, and there were still wines and wines to send, but Lu Yingjiu politely refused.

Their quarters, in the secluded part of the village, have long been cleaned up and covered with thick blankets.

Lu Yingjiu went out to chat with the villagers, and when he came back, the boy had already lit a stove to keep warm.

Lu Yingjiu sat down by the fire, stretched out his hand to keep warm, and felt the blood flow a little bit faster.

The boy asked him, "Is there really a ghost in this village? I don't feel the yin."

"Not yet." Lu Yingjiu said, "but maybe they will appear when it gets dark. This snow-capped mountain is so big, and I don't know how many pedestrians have been buried, so there are bound to be monsters and ghosts."

The boy nodded: "If they come, I will kill them."

This speech was too in his style, Lu Yingjiu smiled slightly, just as he was about to make fun of him, his expression suddenly changed.

Something swept past the window.

Light, agile, and fast like a gust of wind.

By no means human.

The boy also felt it, his brows wrinkled, and the red light in his eyes carried cold killing intent.

He has always been extremely aggressive, and he can't tolerate other ghosts in front of him. In addition, he is born with a heavy heart to kill. At this moment, he has conceived a hundred ways to die in his mind.

With a sigh of yin all over his body, he fluttered out.

The road flew past under his feet, and in the blink of an eye, it was dozens of meters, and he saw a strange black back in the snow.

That's it!

The boy's eyes flashed with excitement, his nails became sharp, and he was about to dig his heart out——

"stop!"

A loud bang sounded in my ears!

It was Lu Yingjiu's voice, shouting at him. The boy didn't know why, but he stopped instinctively.

In front of him, the strange back slowly turned back.

It was as tall as two people, and a strange smile appeared on its face that was inhuman and pale like a mask.

This……

The boy narrowed his eyes.

It's definitely not a human, but it's not a ghost either.

"call!"

The long whip in the hand of the monster was thrown out, and rushed to Lu Yingjiu!

The whip was full of barbs, reflectively gleaming, and the skin would tear open when touched lightly.

It was too late and too fast, and a piece of talisman paper fluttered on the whip and slammed into it. The soft paper actually stopped the whip. Taking advantage of this gap, Lu Yingjiu flew up and pulled out the scabbard!

The shards of snow flew around in the fight, and the two figures were extremely light and fast, with light movements and full of strength. The walls along the road burst open, the tiles and thatch flew around, the blade rubbed against the long whip, and the sound was extremely harsh.

The village exclaimed. The teenager stared at them, clenching his fingers.

He wanted to shoot, he wanted to crush the enemy's head, he wanted to see how the blood stained the earth - just like he had done before.

But Lu yingjiu stopped him.

Worry, anger, and impulsiveness mixed together, and he was scratching his head.

Fortunately, the battle is over soon.

Lu Yingjiu cut off the monster's head. Black blood splattered out and covered the snow.

The tall figure swayed and fell.

He gasped slightly, and as soon as he shook the blood off the knife, he felt a weight in his arms.

The boy hugged him tightly.

Lu Yingjiu's hands were dirty, so it was hard to hug him back, so he could only comfort him: "It's alright, isn't it alright for me?"

The teenager said in a muffled voice, "...Why don't you let me shoot? What the hell is that monster?"

This time, Lu Yingjiu didn't answer him immediately.

He was silent for a while before saying, "It's a long story. I'll tell you more when I have time."

- This wait is ten days.

Lu Yingjiu was busy arranging magic circles and posting talismans in the village.

When the twentieth day is approaching, the harvest will be realized.

There was a big snowstorm late that night, the windows were banging, and the stove couldn't resist the chill that crept in through the crack of the door.

A few ghosts, who were turned into frozen travelers, silently stepped on the pale white and came to the village.

Before they got close, sparks erupted from them.

The talisman paper arranged by Lu Yingjiu was perfect, the flames engulfed Li Gui's body, and they screamed piercingly. When the baby cried at night, the villagers were horrified and held their furniture against the doors and windows.

The young man followed Lu Yingjiu closely, followed the firelight and tore Li Gui to pieces.

When the last ghost disappeared, the snow miraculously stopped.

The clouds slowly dissipated.

The villagers pushed open the door and carefully looked at the situation, only to see Lu Yingjiu's figure and burst into cheers!

The village returned to peace, and that night they reveled all night.

Lu Yingjiu didn't like the liveliness very much, so late at night, he casually found an excuse to go back to his room to rest. He slept drowsily all night listening to the wind, and when he woke up, the sky was clear outside.

After drinking a bowl of hot porridge, the boy hesitated and asked him, "Should we go?"

"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu said, "I'll go down the mountain tomorrow and go somewhere else."

The boy said, "You haven't told me yet, what is that monster?"

He has been thinking about it for days.

Lu Yingjiu said, "Come with me."

They left the village and climbed a small snow slope nearby. Lu Yingjiu brought a pot of wine for the first time.

There are several black stones on the top of the slope. Someone has made a fire and made tea here before, and there are still the remains of the fire on the ground.

There were some firewood piled nearby. They re-stacked the firewood, lit it, brushed the snow off the stones, and sat face to face. Lu Yingjiu brought a pot up, and Sheng Xue put it on the fire to cook.

When the water boils, each holds a cup.

The warmth spreads in one bite.

Lu Yingjiu held the cup in both hands and said after a while, "I swore that I would never tell others about this matter. Because people who learn about the secret will often suffer bad luck."

The boy listened carefully.

Lu Yingjiu looked at him: "But since you are a ghost, the bondage is different from the living, so it's not in the way if you know it."

He took a deep breath and said, "The monster that appeared that day was the servant of Heaven."

"Heaven's servant?" The boy hesitated.

He had never heard of this.

"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu nodded and took another sip of hot water, "They want my life and have been chasing me for more than 20 years."

The boy was taken aback: "Why?"

"That was a long time ago, and it has something to do with the family of exorcising ghosts." Lu Yingjiu said, "There is a law between heaven and earth, which binds all things in the world. Among them, the Zhang family and the Chu family are the most obsessed with the way of heaven. More than 20 years ago, there was a sacrifice, a... living sacrifice."

The hot water is finished.

He opened the wine jar and poured out the turbid wine, then looked at the young man: "Do you want to drink it?"

The young man nodded.

Lu yingjiu also poured him.

I don't know how the wine in this village is brewed, but it is of average quality but really hot. It warms the whole body even in violent snowstorms.

Lu Yingjiu drank two small cups, and his face was slightly hot, and then he continued: "The living sacrifice that year is not a livestock, but a baby."

The boy paused.

Lu Yingjiu said: "Those two families are powerful and colluded with merchants and dignitaries, and they want fifty-nine babies as sacrifices. The way of heaven respects 'fifty-nine', and the number must not go wrong. The family has been careful in every possible way. , but at the last moment, something went wrong."

"I am the deviation, the accident."

"I was two years old... maybe three years old, and was taken as a sacrifice. But I survived."

"Tian Dao didn't get the number it deserved, and it angered Zhang and Chu families, causing them to suffer frequent bad luck. At the same time, it also tried to pull me back to the fate of death."

"If I don't die, that sacrifice will never be completed." Lu Yingjiu smiled, "Whether it is a noble family or heaven, it will never be allowed."

The young man clenched the glass tightly, with burning anger in his eyes: "Then I will kill them all, no matter what servants or shit families. As long as they are all dead, you are safe."

"It's not that simple." Lu Yingjiu shook his head, "First of all, the way of heaven cannot be wiped out; secondly, there are many innocent people in the aristocratic family. There are nearly a thousand people in the two families. How can they kill them all? There are also people in the family. The most extreme ones who came to chase and kill me have long since died under my hands."

"What can't be done." The young man licked his sharp tiger teeth, "If you don't try it, how do you know that you can't kill, not just kill?"

Lu Yingjiu smiled: "You also said that you are not the priest who is in charge of killing."

He raised his head to drink and said, "I'm telling you this, not because I want you to help me, but because..."

But because of what?

He paused.

He just said what he wanted to say, and there was no particular reason.

Perhaps after so many years, he couldn't tell the story to the living. After meeting the young man, he couldn't help but tell it.

Still too heavy.

He alone carried the heavy fate of death for so many years.

Lu Yingjiu just paused for a while, drank the spirits in the glass, and filled himself up again.

The boy was still in anger.

Lu Yingjiu said to him, "Don't be angry, I'm telling you this, but I don't want to see your expression." He stretched out his hand and patted the boy lightly to comfort him.

The young man was stunned.

This appeasement was extremely effective for him, and the anger in his eyes gradually disappeared.

He drank two glasses of wine in silence, his expression finally calmed down, and said, "There will always be a way."

"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu nodded, "There will be a way."

Maybe he can't find it in his life.

- He didn't say that.

He continued: "In order to get rid of my fate, I have been running around all my life. The family who kindly adopted me was killed by a ghost. The friends I once made were suppressed by the family to the point of separation. My greatest ideal in my life is one day. Slow down."

"Drink fine wine, hold the bright moon, and be a wild crane. Who doesn't want to live a life free and easy?"

"What's more, there are so many beautiful scenery in the world." He pointed out, "Look back."

The boy followed his gaze.

The ice crystals shone, the fresh snow was pure white, and the towering snow peaks pointed directly at the blue sky like a wash of water.

Before they knew it, they had climbed a lot of distance. Lin Hai, who had been in it, was trampled under their feet and closed in their eyes, and the greenery was still shining in the light, green and powerful. The glacier river rolled through the ice floes, and the water surface streamed away, and was trampled by two white-hoofed deer, and the little golden light leaped.

Further away, another mountain peak is entwined by cumulus clouds.

The sun couldn't penetrate the heavy clouds, and large shadows fell on the ridge, making the peaks so high and the rocks as sharp as sharp blades. After a few breaths, there was a sudden snow, with a ferocious and gloomy beauty, dancing with the gust of wind, and went straight to the sky.

The snow does not melt on the mountain, and the mountains are lush and green.

A blizzard in the distance, a clear sky near.

The contrast is clear yet seamless, which is a superb view.

And how many times can you see the stunning scenery in your life?

Today, they drank each other in the snow, and I am afraid that they will not forget this scene every year.

Lu Yingjiu said: "We met by chance and hit it off. This fate is destined. The most rare thing in life is the word 'idle', I can't get it, I just hope you can live according to your wishes."

When the glass was full, he raised his glass: "To Xian Yun Sanhe."

The young man looked at him intently, and raised his glass as well: "In this world, I have nothing to honor... I only wish you a happy life, that the cup is not empty, that you are not bound by destiny, and that you will always have wine in your arms."

The wine glasses collided, and the voiceless reverberated.

When the two of them had finished drinking the spirits, the young man said, "Why don't I call my name 'Jingxian'."

Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Why so suddenly?"

The young man did not answer.

He described Lu Yingjiu's eyebrows with his eyes, as if to imprint into the depths of the soul, then reached out, and helped the snow that he had soft hair.

He suddenly smiled.

- A thousand words are in it.