No one expected that Rong Bai would jump out of opposition at this time.
Song Ci and Aya looked at him at the same time.
Shouted, "Excuse me?"
Rong Bai looked at Song Ci and said, "Wasting time."
Song Ci asked in a perplexed manner, "Uncle Rong? Do you have a better way?"
He glanced at the old man and replied, "Yes."
The old man and the old man Jing were a little anxious because of this look, and said, "No!"
Rong Bai's eyes narrowed for a moment, and his kung fu expression changed for a moment, only then that kindness and kindness disappeared, his tone was a little dangerous, "Huh?"
Song Ci looked at him for a moment. For a moment, he felt that Rong Bai, who was holding his head with his head, saw a strange coincidence in front of him.
"He's just a fragment of Kunlun Mirror ..." Aunt's voice weakened, and he looked at Song Ci with a pitiful glance, "Forcibly opening the mirror would hurt him."
Song Ci heard the fog in the clouds, although he didn't know what was said in the mouth, but he could also see the method of tolerating the white, which made the old man and the concubine very difficult.
He grabbed Rongbai's sleeve with his backhand, and tried to persuade him, "Master Rong, that ..."
Rong Bai said, "The time in the array is different from the outside world. If you delay again, you will miss the monster gate."
When Song Ci heard that, what else? He immediately said to the old man with a heavy face, "This bad debt is yours. If you want to figure it out, you have to pay a price."
The old man Jing is not so panicked at this time, apparently has accepted the method Rong Bai thought, he nodded, and said to Rong Bai, "Do it yourself."
Frown frowning, although disapproving, but did not stop the exit, silently stepped back and stood aside.
"What method are you talking about?" Song Ci asked curiously.
Rong Bai slowly raised his right hand, the white light condensed on the palm, and then split into several strands and flew to the old man of the mirror, encircling him from head to toe. He quietly said, "This mirror demon is a fragment on Kunlun's mirror. Kunlun Mirror knows the past and the future. After opening the mirror, it can connect the years that have passed. "
While listening to the explanation, Song Ci watched the old man's old face slowly turn into a young look, then became a teenager, a child, and finally turned into a golden mirror.
The white light circled the mirror block, and finally, like a naughty child, got into the mirror block.
Rong Baixu shook his hand, and the mirror block in front of it suddenly gave off the golden light, enveloping all the surrounding scenery.
"Well, it's a big deal." Song Ci suddenly heard Wen Changchu's voice, turned around and saw Wen Changchu walked to him and stood, whispered, "Kunlun Mirror is an artifact, it's time-consuming and laborious to open it once, Your Uncle Rong is not at all shy. "
Song Ci has long been accustomed to Wen Changchu always saying "your uncle Rong", but he didn't care about it at the moment, but Rong Bai heard it and couldn't help looking at him.
I saw Song Ci carelessly, "This artifact can send Jiang Liang decades ago? Can it change the ending?"
Wen Changchu shook his head, "History is irreversible. In addition to the formation in this world, nothing that really shakes time has emerged. The Kunlun mirror can indeed connect with the past, but it is only a realistic illusion. The ending will not be Was changed."
Song Ci noticed that he mentioned "that formation method" in his remarks, and wanted to ask it carefully, but felt that it would be inappropriate, so he wrote it down silently, and then asked after breaking the battle.
The golden light was fading, and all the scenes in front of it had changed. In front of it was a wilderness, the moon was high, and all eyes were desolate. There was only a dilapidated thatched house in front of it.
Song Cichao looked around and found that the people around him disappeared. He stepped towards the dilapidated thatched hut, and before he entered the door, he heard a rough breath.
It was a breath of death.
He wanted to open the door of the thatched house, but did not expect that the extended hand passed directly through the door. He looked down in surprise and found that his body was translucent.
Song Ci floated directly into the door, and immediately saw a scene that shocked his heart.
In addition to the straw in the room, there was a Feng Zhuojun who was leaning against the thatched wall and breathing with his eyes closed.
His stomach was red with blood, and he was covering it with both hands, motionless.
At this moment, footsteps sounded outside the door, getting closer and closer, and the back door was pushed open, Jiang Liang, confused, walked straight in.
"Where is this?" He mumbled.
"Who is it?" Feng Zhuojun asked suddenly, his voice so weak that he could hardly hear.
But it was too quiet here. Jiang Liang heard this familiar voice all of a sudden, and looked at Feng Zhuojun's location in amazement. "Who is there?"
The room was too dark, so Song Ci's eyes could see clearly. The other two were half blind, and could not see each other.
Jiang Liang did not move, but hurriedly took out the flames from his arms, grabbed the straw on the ground and gathered them together.
Feng Zhuojun did not answer his words, but said after a while, "Are you a group of that Woshan bandit?"
This time Jiang Liang heard it plainly, trembling with his hands and trying to blow the flames to light the straw, but didn't want to just flash the flash of fire, how could he not light the straw.
Feng Zhuojun laughed, "Don't order, I'm afraid I look so scared to you."
After hearing this, Jiang Liang threw a tantrum, hurriedly got up, and touched the black and went to Feng Zhuojun, "Zhuo Jun? Are you right?"
The strange thing was that Feng Zhuojun couldn't hear his voice, but he could hear his movements, and suddenly asked, "I am very hurt, can you save me?"
Jiang Liang hurriedly asked, "Where did you hurt?"
Feng Zhuojun was silent. Jiang Liang asked him several times, but he did not see him answer. He reached out and touched his body, and accidentally pressed on the wound.
Feng Zhuojun took a breath of pain and scared Jiang Liang in a hurry to pull his hands away, and he dared not to move any more. He said, "Forget it, I can't save my life, and I'm probably going to stay in this wilderness." "
"Feng Zhuojun! Feng Zhuojun!" Realizing that Feng Zhuojun could not hear his voice, Jiang Liang yelled several times repeatedly and kept raising his voice, but Feng Zhuojun seemed to have no ears and could hear his movements, but could not hear anything.
Feng Zhuojun remained silent, his breath was still weak, little by little, and suddenly said, "I really don't want to die like this."
His tone was filled with despair, so at first glance it was a little calm. Perhaps he really realized that he was about to die, so he saved unnecessary struggles, but he seemed to have a little hope, and Jiang Liangdao "If you are willing to save me, after I have saved my life this time, I am willing to spread your family's wealth and report your kindness."
Jiang Liang already had tears in his face, "Feng Zhuojun, hold on, I'll find someone to save you!"
He was about to stand up and run outside, but just turned around, he suddenly nailed his footsteps, as if thinking of something, stopped.
Song Ci knew what Jiang Liang thought.
The young man Jiang Liang had also experienced such a situation. After he finally found the hope of life-saving, the mother who was waiting for him in the room was out of breath.
After he was afraid of this going out, when he returned, he could only see a cold body.
Jiang Liang's body shivered and hesitated.
Feng Zhuojun thought he was about to leave, and he was in a hurry to stop. "Don't leave! I know this square is a wilderness. You can't find someone to save me, but you at least stay with me to talk and I'm going to die."
When Jiang Liang heard this, he slowly turned his head, as if also realizing that this was not what happened, and sat down along the root of the wall.
"Maybe it's my life ..." Feng Zhuojun saw that he really stayed, and used all the strength left to speak, "I was going out to find my twin brother. I never wanted to meet a mountain bandit. I took my life in. "
Jiang Liang was shocked. "Your ... twin brother?"
Song Ci felt that it was only at this moment that the mystery was revealed. The real Feng Zhuojun died on the road of looking for his brother a few decades ago. What remained was his twin brother who did not know Jiang Liang at all.
"To be honest, I am so regretful that my intestines are green." Feng Zhuojun's tone was inexplicably open-minded, as if it had nothing to do with itching and sorrow, Song Ci looked surprised, but unexpectedly saw Feng Zhuojun's eyes were red, and his eyes were already full of tears, but Failed to flow down.
"I have so many concerns. How can I be willing to die if I die like this?" Feng Zhuojun said. "Aliang secretly hid my fan. It must be still waiting for me to ask for it, and my father and mother. They are old. It ’s going to be gray hair and black hair. "
"I don't want to die, I really don't want to die." Feng Zhuojun's tone gradually humbled. He raised his hand tremblingly, tears finally slipped out, and begging Jiang Liang, "Will you save me?"
Jiang Liang finally collapsed and burst into tears.
Decades ago, Feng Zhuojun came out of the city to find his younger brother, met a mountain bandit, and died alone in this dilapidated thatched hut. He felt the passing of his life little by little, and his heart was full of desire / survival, but until When he died, there was no hope to save him.
He repeated those words over and over again. Those thoughts and concerns that he couldn't let him throw away all his dignity, begged a stranger who couldn't see his face and could not hear him. But helpless.
Kunlun mirrors make time overlap, but no one can shake the ending. Wen Changchu is right.
In the end, Feng Zhuojun was tired, and his voice gradually weakened, until he became angry, and did not stop begging.
Jiang Liang groped slowly, and finally touched his blood-filled hand, held it tightly, and felt the cold temperature and the weak pulse. Lazy listen to books www.lanren9.com
He rested his head against the hands of the two, clenching his teeth, "Don't leave me ..."
But Feng Zhuojun closed his eyes slowly, stopped his voice, and stopped his heartbeat.
This way of revealing the truth was too cruel for Jiang Liang. A few decades ago, his mother was full of unwillingness, crying in front of Jiang Liang and wanting to live. Such a situation.
The two he loved throughout his life both died before him in the same way.
And he could do nothing but cry in vain.
Jiang Liang cried out holding Feng Zhuojun's body, shouting his name constantly, and his distraught expression made Song Ci unable to bear his emotions.
At this moment, he suddenly understood the intention of the old man to conceal the truth. Jiang Liang was born in the world. After his mother died, he was all alone. If he knew that his lover was dead, he might also break his hope of life.
Whether it is love but not love, or love and jealousy, which damage Jiang Liang is major is secondary to the old man, and the main one is that which allows him to live with persistence and tenaciousness.
Song Ci suddenly understood a little bit of love in people's mouth.
While thinking about it, all the scenes in front of him began to dissipate. Feng Zhuojun in Jiang Lianghuai turned into a halo and began to disappear with his feet. Jiang Liang held his arms tighter, but in the end it seemed like he was holding the air and didn't hold anything.
"Later ..." Wen Changchu said suddenly.
Song Ci was taken aback and glanced at him, "What later?"
"Later, I passed by this thatched house, and heard his soul crying, and got a little understanding." Wen Changchu didn't have a lot of heavy emotions, stroking his chin, "He begged me to save him, but he can't recover from death Finally, he asked me to take all my blood and give it to a woman named 芩 妤. "
"That blood is used to nourish silkworms." I heard the words from the two, and then said, "The bloodworms need fresh human blood to feed them, so despite the large number of people raised, the blood silkworms are small. Few Zhuojun is Kunlun's broken mirror attachment. The blood is different from ordinary people. His blood feeds a lot of blood silk, and then I made a wedding dress with those silks in accordance with his last wish. "
She pointed to Song Ci's clothes, "It's the one you're wearing now."
"But he changed his mind and decided to conceal the truth before letting his twin brother hide his wedding dress, so until now, Jiang Liang only knew his existence." He turned his head and looked at the piece floating in the air with pity. Broken Mirror, "Although for decades, Aliang is still alive and strong, which is enough for him."
Rong Bai tapped the broken mirror a little, and the white light flashed into a young and handsome Feng Zhuojun. He wiped his red eyes and sucked his nose. "I am too old to bear these. "
Song Ci looked at him silently, thinking of the smiling old man Jing Jing who had experienced such a thing, thinking that he was lost in Mo Yao's dungeon, and the sentence was full of expectations, "You must come back and save me."
Before thinking of his dying, and the long and hopeless waiting for the incarnation of the mirror in these decades, he suddenly felt sorry for the punch that had hit him previously.
He opened his mouth, and before he could say anything, he saw a crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and then a gust of wind blew through it. All the scenes shattered. Finally, he wanted to break into a porcelain bowl, which turned into countless fragments and disappeared into the air .
In the clear sky, Feng Fu was completely burnt by the fire.
Song Ci bowed his head and saw that he was still wearing the clothes he was wearing before, and he was completely relieved.
The checkerboard formation was broken.
Then he felt weak and his legs were weak and he couldn't stand. When he was about to fall, Rong Bai came to help and supported him.
Originally, the two grandfathers did nothing to support them this way, but I do n’t know why Song Ci ’s heart jumped, his ears were stained with hotness, and he said,
How can I help you? Be careful to hold you down. Come and help me. "
Wen Changchu was unknown. So, just when he wanted to reach out and help, he was swept away by Rong Bai's eyes. He coughed and retracted his hand. "What's the matter with you, brother? Don't I feel tired? Don't help!"
Song Ci heard and turned to stare at him, "Can I press you? Did you just run away with me?"
Rong Bai held his hands tightly around his waist and smiled kinder than his father.
"How dare I." Song Ci immediately replied, "You are my uncle!"
Rong Bai's smile freezes for a moment, and then resumes as usual, "You have been possessed by the ghost, and now you are a bit weak, don't make a fool of yourself."
Song Ci froze instantly, thinking that there was a price for Jiang Liang's possession.
Rong Bai threw a porcelain bottle to Feng Zhuojun, and he reached out to catch it. "What is this?"
"His soul." Rong Baidao, "complete."
Feng Zhuojun looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand in surprise and lowered his head towards Rong Bai.
"Are you going to send him for a rebirth?" Song Ci interjected.
Feng Zhuojun smiled, but in his eyes he was very reluctant. "If you die, you can't be resurrected, you can only do this."
"Give me." Suddenly, "I have a way for Jiang Liang to stay."
Feng Zhuojun looked at her hesitantly and asked, "What's the solution?"
"I have something to do with people in the underworld. You can arrange an errand for him without reincarnation." He said, "This is an error caused by my negligence, and I have to compensate you."
Feng Zhuojun didn't hesitate when he heard it, and handed the porcelain bottle to him. "It's troublesome."
"Let's go." Rong Bai whispered in Song Ci's ear, "You go to take a good rest, the demon door will open two days ago, and you need to raise your body before you go in."
After knowing the final ending, Song Ci also nodded that he didn't need to keep it, so he nodded.
Fortunately, Rong Bai just held his hand, and did not let him feel the close action of blushing and heartbeat, and the two slowly left.
Zhu Yishu looked at the back for a while, and suddenly said to Wen Changchu, "If you look at the father and son of others, you should learn more."
Wen Changchu rubbed his teeth and swallowed his breath stiffly, saying that when I hooked up, you wanted to put you on the bed, not to make you my father!
He gave Zhu Yishu a glance, then turned into a little wolf cub, quickly moved his limbs and ran away.
Zhu Yishu stared, "The little tail is quite happy."
How many times have I ended up being caught, Wen Changchu never remembers.
After seeing Xu and Feng Zhuojun leave for a long time, Zhu Xi stood up and asked his elder brother, "So what?
"After getting older, I always feel that I need to have a son." Zhu Yishu smiled, "He is quite suitable."
"People have fathers." Zhu Yan said silently, "Alive, and dominates the demon world, do you think he is a monster on the road?"
"Then you ask his father to tell me." Zhu Yishu was quite rogue, glanced at his wrist, and sneered, "you worry about yourself."
It ’s okay not to mention it, and I wish I was upset again, with a bitter face, "I'll go back and find a solution first, don't make a fool of the human world."
Zhu Yishu waved his hand at him, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Feng Fu turned to ashes, empty.
In the afternoon of the day after the matrix formation was cracked, all the talents in the city appeared, and the bustle of the past was restored. Later, it was found that the city gate was able to enter and leave, and the good news quickly spread throughout Qinchuan City.
When the people in the street were cheering and celebrating, Song Ci slept soundly.
Quietly, the story of Feng Zhuojun and Lady Jiang was completely revealed.
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This chapter is over ~
Maybe I'm a little hesitant, so some children will feel the plot is procrastinating, and I will try to improve it later.
But some people say that I am hydrological. I just want to say that it does n’t matter if you do n’t like the character I created, but I am writing hard in each chapter. Without any water intention, I will slowly change my own shortcomings. Hope you can be tolerant too.
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