Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1374 The pit is 360 meters deep, the finale (ten) two more

"abnormal!"

Song Xi didn't argue with her, nor was he angry, and let her scold her, as if he was afraid that she would get lost and could not be found, and always followed her, followed her around, and followed her in the dark.

"Damn! What's going on here?" In the silent space, Mo Jiu's voice was full of gloom, "What kind of trick is this? I've never encountered it before—Song Xi, you know better than me. No, have you ever seen such an environment? Look at me, I have been walking for about half an hour, but I haven't touched a single thing... Even, our feet seem to be a little bit floating..."

She seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and suddenly bent down to touch the soles of her feet.

"If you don't want to die, don't move around." Song Xi yelled suddenly and choked her, "Jiu'er, don't move, don't leave again, let's take this opportunity to talk."

"What are you talking about, Song Xi, what's going on here?" There was also a feeling of suspension under her feet, and the bottom of Mo Jiu's heart was filled with dense fear, and even her voice was filled with a trace of uncertain tension, "There is no limit, There is no real thing, nothing but you. Could it be, could it be that we...are dead?"

"Nonsense!" Song Xi pressed her shoulders, trying to make her relax. His voice was calm and gentle, but it was like the soothing music played at the end after watching a thrilling movie. Although it sounds good, it is still heart-warming Feeling fear, he was almost out of breath, "Have you ever played online games? This may be like a hidden copy, which is triggered randomly, and you need to clear the level to get out."

Online game, copy?
Mo Jiu was shocked.

How long has she not heard familiar modern words from others?

too long!too long!It's been so long that sometimes she almost forgets her previous life.

"Oh! So it's you."

At this moment, she was finally sure - Song Xi was that person.

The master of the mechanism hiding in the dark, the person who knows Arabic numerals.

Thinking about it carefully, in fact, a long time ago, there were many clues, but she didn't think about it deeply.On the Chrysanthemum Terrace, she casually responded to the song "Chrysanthemum Terrace", and told her many times that she minded the relationship with Xie Qingshan's cousin, and was not curious about the various modern vocabulary that popped up from her mouth from time to time, and never asked too much.More importantly, he is a dignified prince of Nanrong - living, living, knowing, cooking, and eating.And also cook a good meal.If Lin’an’s sweet-scented osmanthus meat can barely be explained, then his specialty mutton hot pot...who in this era can make that?
Moreover, which ancient man is not far from the kitchen, let alone a prince?
Don't blame him for hiding it, just blame her for being too stupid!
Sighing, she said, "I've been looking for you for so many years, but I never expected that when I look back suddenly, that person is in a dimly lit place." Thinking of this, Mo Jiu suddenly thought of many pasts, "Gu Er People like Qiao Zhanping and Qiao Zhanping are all controlled and used by you, right? Song Xi, who are you?"

"Who am I?" Song Xi seemed to be answering her, but also seemed to be asking himself, "I want to know too."

Accompanied by his faint sigh, the whole space seemed to freeze.

Such an answer was too unexpected, and it also surprised Mo Jiu.

"You don't know who you are? What are you kidding!"

"En." Song Xi responded lightly, as if he didn't like to mention this matter.

"Then do you know which century you are from?"

"I don't know." Song Xi's voice was in the dark, with a touch of helplessness, and even a kind of sadness that seemed to exist, "I only know that the person in my mind lives in a completely different place from the present. , that place has a rapidly developing modern civilization and a material foundation that people here can't even imagine, where planes can go to the sky, rockets can fly into space, there is an Internet, and people can chat without meeting each other..."

"Aren't you from the 21st century? 2015? 2016?"

"I don't know." Song Xi continued to shake his head, "When I wake up, I'm actually a little confused. I am Song Xi, the one who was framed by Xiao's family and fell off his horse to death, and was rescued by Xiao Qian, and his soul reincarnated. Song Xi? Or someone else? Besides, I can't remember who that person is."

In his bland narration, there is not much emotion.

But Mo Jiu believed very much that what he said was true.

Because at this time, Song Xi really didn't need to lie to her again.

"At the beginning, I was terrified. I lived in the palace cautiously, like a strange person hiding a secret. I didn't dare to tell anyone what happened to me, and I didn't dare to ask anyone... I have Song Xi's love. The memory, and the memory of another person, both memories are equally clear, and I am entangled in which one is my pain every day, looking for the belonging of my soul. Until..." He suddenly took a step towards her , so close that Mo Jiu could almost feel his warm breathing and beating heartbeat, he just stopped, and said to her in a deep voice: "Until I heard your name."

"Hear my name?"

It has been eight or nine years since I first met him.

A lot of memories, to be honest, Mo Jiu has begun to blur and confuse.

But obviously, Song Xi remembered more clearly than her, and he smiled bitterly when she questioned her suspiciously.

"That day I heard my uncle say that the Xiao family was happy to marry Xiao Dalang, who had been ill for a long time, and wanted to marry Mo Jiu, a little widow from Xuyi."

Well!It's a long time ago.

It's as far away as a dream.

Mo Jiu pursed his lips and did not answer, just listening to him quietly.

Song Xi, who was lost in memory, obviously didn't need her to answer.He said to himself: "When I heard the name Mo Jiu, I felt like a window to the altar was suddenly opened. My intuition tells me that this Mo Jiu is related to me. No, not with me, maybe it is There is a very close relationship with the person hidden in my memory. Otherwise, why did my blood feel like burning when I heard her name... Soon, I thought of something else."

Having said that, he paused for a moment, and stared at Mo Jiu with complicated eyes, "I don't know if you have heard of the "Golden Seal and Jade Letter"? The five arts of mountains, medicine, fate, divination, and physiognomy."

"Golden Seal and Jade Letter"?Mountains, medicine, fate, divination, and physiognomy?

Mo Jiu's mind buzzed for a moment, a little confused, as if he knew it, but also as if he didn't know it.

It was weird, she felt as if she had suddenly become a person like Dong Ji, and she didn't know who she was.

Song Xi looked at her, pondered for a moment, as if hesitating.

After a long time, he suddenly said again, "Jiu'er, in fact, you are also the inheritor of the five metaphysics in the "Golden Seal and Jade Letter."

Mo Jiu asked nonchalantly: "Me? "Gold Seal and Jade Letter"? What the hell is that?"

Song Xidao: "There is a very old legend in the "Golden Seal and Jade Letter". It is said that thousands of years ago, the Yellow Emperor was assisted by the gods and given the heavenly book, so that he was able to break Chiyou's witchcraft and capture and kill Chiyou to unify the world. This heavenly book is it Under the "Golden Seal and Jade Letter", there are five metaphysical arts. Mountains, medicine, physiognomy, fate, and divination have the same origin, and they all use the five elements of yin and yang as the core to judge the development trend and coping strategies of things..."

He probably talked to her for a while, and Mo Jiu was dumbfounded.

"Really? Why do I not know anything about such an important thing?"

Having said that, she took a step forward, turned her head to see him clearly, and her voice sank a lot, "Song Xi, why do I think you are actually sick yourself? This symptom is a bit like schizophrenia. You Could it be that I was sick, or there was something wrong with my memory, I was immersed in my own imagination, and dragged me into it?"

Song Xi shook his head.

However, in the darkness, Mo Jiu couldn't see him shaking his head, he could only hear his sudden change of subject.

"But at that time, I wasn't sure if you were that Mo Jiu—"

"So?" Mo Jiu tried to stare in his direction, "It's not a coincidence that we met by the lotus pond in the backyard of Xiao's house in Chuzhou, right?"

"Where do so many coincidences come from in the world?"

Song Xi smiled lightly.

Perhaps recalling the beauty of the moonlight that night, the fragrance of the remnant lotus, and the sound of pear cups, his laughter carried an indescribable joy and relaxation, "In the end, although I have memories of Song Xi, But the master of my subconscious seems to be that person. Therefore, no matter how much grievances and grievances between the Xiao and Xie families have, I can't be interested in their affairs, but I have a strong interest in you. Therefore, I I specially went from Lin'an to Xiao's house in Chuzhou, and in the name of greedy wine, I brought delicious food and wine, and sat by the lotus pond waiting for you."

"You know I eat and drink?"

"You are famous, and no one knows it."

Well, at that time when she escaped from marriage, Xiao Qian caught three times and did many familiar things——

Mo Jiu sighed and suddenly became curious about his story.

Perhaps in order to explore a result, perhaps because of the empathy of the same modern people, she temporarily put aside her personal grievances with Song Xi, and her voice was much gentler when speaking to him.

"And then, did you find out who you are?"

Song Xi didn't answer her right away.

The space was quiet, completely silent.

It felt like no one was there.

Mo Jiu's heart tightened, and he immediately reached out to grab him.

"Hello—Song Xi—where are you?"

"I'm here." Song Xi patted her hand, but instead of holding it with the trend, he let go and let it hang down, and said lightly: "No! I haven't. But I didn't find myself, but I found my other half --soul."

"The other half of the soul?" Mo Jiu was so frightened that he wanted to hold his arms tightly. "Don't say it so scary, okay? What do you mean you have found the other half of your soul? It's scary!"

"Oh! What are you afraid of? People have souls. I have one, and you have one too..."

It's hard to see people clearly in the dark, but Mo Jiu seems to be able to feel the sadness bursting out from the bottom of his heart.

Numb, prickly, and weird, scratching her nerves.

Goosebumps popped out all over her body, Mo Jiu felt a little cold, and her voice became hoarse.

"Song Xi, you...continue to say, what does it mean to find half of your soul?"

Song Xi didn't make a sound, and fell into silence again.

The breath is filled with each other, a strange breath permeates the air.

It took a long time before Mo Jiu heard his solemn sigh.

"Jiu'er, my soul tells me. I love you, love you deeply. So, I think, you are my other half of the soul, and you are also the most important meaning of my existence in this world."

Ah!
A flock of crows flew over Mo Jiu's head, quacking.

She didn't know how to answer, so she could only look at him like that, as if she was listening to a fantasy story.

"When I woke up, I became the crown prince of Nanrong, but I knew that Nanrong would perish soon, and it would die by my hands. This feeling is too amazing. It's incredible, I don't know if you can feel it? Of course, I don't know why I know these things, but it turns out that all the big things I experienced later seemed to have been rehearsed in my mind. Even if I deliberately want to make a change, I can't do it. And you——Mo Jiu, seem to be the variable in these things."

"I am a variable?"

"Yes." Song Xi said: "Because in my memory, there is no you in today's world, but you are here. I was thinking, if you belonged to me, maybe this would change the established ending? However——"

After another moment, his voice seemed to have a kind of hopeless hollow.

"However, you don't belong to me. No matter how hard I try, you always belong to him. Because of this, this story has nothing new for me."

At this time, Mo Jiu was a little confused.

Is Song Xi in a state of semi-amnesia from modern times?Or has he always been Song Xi from the beginning to the end, but after he fell off the horse and died, suddenly by chance, he "picked up" part of someone's lost memory in a different space, and then came back?Or, is he actually just a whimsical lunatic?
But if he is a lunatic, how can he know so many tricks and strange armor?

"Don't ask me why I know so much." Song Xi suddenly chuckled as if he had read her mind, and said with a bit of complacency, "Because that person understands, I will understand when I wake up. "

crazy!crazy!
Mo Jiu was almost driven crazy by his explanation!
It's too unreal, how can she accept it?

But she herself has traveled through time, isn't it more mysterious than fantasy?

If you can accept that you are a time-traveling person, what can you not accept?
Taking a breath, she chose to temporarily believe in this story, no longer pursue who Song Xi is, but instead pursue his purpose.

"Then why do you want to get the jade carving of a lady? For a thousand-character quote? For a weapon map? For the world hegemony?"

"No!"

Standing in the dark, Song Xi answered affirmatively without any hesitation.

"I'm not interested in a country that will end sooner or later, just to go back—to find myself."

His answer startled Mo Jiu, "You can go back with Qianziyin? How do you know?"

"That person told me, I knew it from the very beginning." Song Xi pursed his lips, facing Mo Jiu's direction, and said every word seriously: "Thousand-character quotations, in fact, there is no Mohism's tricks, let alone weapons. Atlas. These two things have long been destroyed by the ancestors of the Mohists who love world peace—in fact, the so-called thousand-character quotes are just one-thousand-character quotes for the purpose of extraditing souls back."

Thousand-character quotes.

A thousand word quotation.

Returning souls for extradition—

This turning point came so fast that Mo Jiu couldn't believe it.

"How is it possible? Why did the ancestors of the Mohist... want to make such a thing?"

"I also thought about it, and finally guessed that the biggest possibility is... related to the ancestor's own story." Song Xi stared at her, and suddenly asked: "Mo Jiu, have you never thought about it? Mojia is such a powerful institution, Firearms are coveted by everyone in the world, what kind of wisdom does the person who invents these things need...?"

"You mean—"

"Maybe that person, like you, like me, is a soul with no roots like us."

What he meant was that the builder of the Eight Trigrams Tomb and the Tiantai was actually a time traveler?
Because he is a time traveler, he made a thousand-character quotation, just to extradite the soul.

oh god!Mo Jiu's temples twitched.

Everything from entering the "past door" to now is a little hard for her to digest.

She never thought that she would experience such a similar puzzle, a puzzle that seemed to have never been under her control since the time travel.　
After thinking for a long time, she couldn't figure it out, so she stopped digging into the corner.

"Then how are you sure that I, like you, do not belong to this era?"

Song Xi said lightly: "Guessed. Tried. Because of your "Chrysanthemum Terrace", and because... what you know, only I know."

yes!Song Xi hides it much better than her.

From beginning to end, she is a bold modern chick.

Taking advantage of the fact that the deity is a brain-dead person, when did she deliberately hide herself?

Based on her deeds, it is really not easy for Song Xi to see through her.

Mo Jiu was silent for a moment, hesitating slightly, "Then you have done so much just to go back?"

"It was like this at the beginning." Song Xi stood a step away from her, but his voice sounded as if he had floated from another world, faintly and with a touch of cool air, "At first I just wanted to go back and find The self who dominates his own soul is no longer Song Xi who is waiting for the country to die. I like the prosperity of that world, electronic products, information networks, and all high-tech. Therefore, everything I do, including getting close to you, is for the sake of go back--"

"Oh..." Mo Jiu could almost understand what he was doing, conflicted and tangled, "Then what happened later?"

"Later, something happened later..." Song Xi hesitated again.

In the process of talking to her, he hesitated and considered several times, as if struggling with something.

This time, after waiting for a while, he continued: "Later, because of you, I didn't want to go back. I wanted to stay, and even thought about—either change history, become the overlord of the world, defeat Xiao Qian, and have You. Either one day, I will get a thousand-character quotation and be able to take you back with me."

"Take me back together?" Mo Jiu was startled.

"Haven't you thought about going back?"

"I thought about it." Before there was any relationship with Xiao Qian.

She didn't say the latter sentence, but Song Xi clearly understood her thoughts.

With a soft laugh, his voice was full of self-mockery, "But you have him, but you don't want to?"

"Yes, I have a husband and a daughter in this world, how can I leave?"

"I think so too."

The two of them stood in this so-called "duplicate" of Song Xi like gossiping friends, talking about some past events, and from Song Xi's mouth, they got a lot of things that Mo Jiu couldn't understand before. answer.

For example, although the person who killed Xie Bingsheng was Qiao Zhanping, the person who really wanted to kill him was Song Xi.Because he didn't want to be subject to Xie Chen, and Xie Chen would rely on him instead without his son.Of course, it was also because of what Xie Bingsheng did that really touched Fan's bottom line, and also because Xie Bingsheng actually touched Mo Jiu.

Another example is at the Mohist conference, he made people wear Mo Huang's mask, pretended to be Mo Huang and talked to Fang Jiran and said that he wanted to kill Mo Jiu. However, you can renew the old friendship with Mo Wang, and get more convenient information about the Bagua Tomb.

At that time, Fang Jiran had already reached a cooperative relationship with her.

Originally, at the beginning, he changed to offering handprints on the Tiantai, intending to let Fang Jiran become a Mohist giant, so that he could use the power of the Mohist family to find the Bagua tomb, and it was justifiable to get the jade carving of a lady and then get a thousand-character quote... But then he thought, the Bagua tomb is not It's so easy to find and open, Fang Jiran's ability in organ attainments is far inferior to Mo Jiu's.Therefore, when the Mohist Conference completely closed the door to Mo Jiu, and she was not allowed to participate, and she was at a low point in her life, and she had nowhere to ask for help, he extended an olive branch to Mo Jiu and asked her to pretend to be his maid, and lead her there. The Mohist Conference, and asked Qiao Zhanping to set extremely difficult exam questions for the organ house.

In fact, Fang Jiran misunderstood Qiao Zhanping at the beginning.

From the beginning to the end, the test in the agency house was fair, and Qiao Zhanping did not change the subject.

If Fang Jiran could really beat Mo Jiu in the Trick House test, maybe he would really make her a tycoon.

However - her own strength is far below Mo Jiu.

In order to open the Bagua Tomb, Song Xi chose Mo Jiu.

And the series of things that happened later, also went along with it.

……

"I have another question."

After quietly listening to his explanation, Mo Jiu couldn't help asking again: "I've been holding back on this matter for a long time. Was it you who poisoned the mask that disfigured Xiao Liulang?"

Song Xi couldn't help laughing when she heard that she had been holding back for a long time.

Naturally, he hugged her shoulders, as if to make sure that she really existed in the dark, he smiled and said, "It's me, but it's not me."

"What do you mean you are not you?"

"Because I am the principal criminal, and you are the accessory."

Hearing his answer, Mo Jiu gasped in shock, "What do you mean?"

Song Xidao: "It's very simple. My original intention was to let him go out alive with a different face. At that time, the political situation in Lin'an was complicated, but if there was any disturbance, the Queen's party, the old officials of the Xie family would not let him go, even if he wore a mask— —You know, Fang Jiran’s mask can be taken off, so can he. So, although I put poison on his mask, the actual effect of the drug is only to change the skin texture in a short period of time, and it may cause sores to grow Acne, but it will never disfigure people, for a genius doctor like Xiao Qian, it is too pediatric..."

"Then why is he disfigured again? And——I'm an accomplice, what do you mean?"

"Jiu'er, don't you understand?" Song Xi's voice seemed to contain a little sigh, "Your mother, your grandma, and your sister Fang Jiran...their men, how did they die? As far as I know, there are only two people who have had an affair with a Mohist girl and are still alive. One is Lu Ji, and the other is Xiao Qian. The reason why the two of them didn’t die is because they are both genius doctors in the world. I'm afraid there is some kind of recipe that works. But if they don't die, it doesn't mean that your body is completely immune to them—"

"You mean—he was killed by me?"

"I'm not a doctor, so I don't know the specific situation." Song Xi pondered for a moment, and then said: "As for the widow of the Mohist family, I guess it may be related to blood, just like some spreading diseases. You forgot, he is in prison Here, I bit you..." Speaking of which, he coughed, and then said: "I also thought about it, it might be my medicine combined with your blood toxicity, which caused his disfigurement... The situation, I think, Xiao Qian himself knows better than me. Didn't he tell you?"

Ugh!
Mo Jiu sighed heavily.

After looking for the culprit for so long, why didn't she think that it might be herself?

The two of them talked about it, and it really felt like an old friend.

After all, in this world, it is difficult for them to have such a tacit commonality with others.

No one can replace this feeling of communication belonging to people of the same era, nor can it overlap with others.

Mo Jiu thought, maybe from the beginning she had a good impression of Song Xi, it was also due to such a subconscious mind?

The conversation that followed was much easier.

Thinking of the years of tossing and turning for Bagua Tomb and Qianziyin, Mo Jiu couldn't laugh or cry.

"If I had known that the Thousand-Character Citation is such a thing, I would really... be lazy to grab it with you. You, why didn't you tell me earlier? This would save a lot of disputes. You take your Thousand-Character Citation, and I will do it." My great son of the Mo family has nothing to do with each other..."

"Heh." Song Xi smiled, "As if I told you earlier, you would believe me?"

With a puff, Mo Jiu was amused by his metaphor, and let go of his throat to giggle, "That's right. Even if you said it at that time, I definitely wouldn't believe it. At least I wouldn't believe it completely, after all, there is a legend about Qianziyin It's so attractive..." At this point, she changed the subject, restrained her smile, and said seriously: "Of course, I don't completely believe it now, what if you fooled me? You are killing me I don’t want to leave, so I don’t necessarily say that, right?”

"It's also—" Song Xi also laughed in a low voice, "The analysis makes sense."

"However, what's the point of you lying to me now? Not to mention that you haven't got the two jade carvings from the Qiankun Tomb, even if you got them, what's the use?" Mo Jiu sighed, looking around the boundless dark space , There was a sense of powerlessness and helplessness, "Now we are both trapped in this ghost place, and we don't know how to get out. Maybe we will starve to death soon. What kind of jade carving, what kind of quotation, like Fang Ji But what you said... everything is gone, so what is there to fight for?"

"Jiu'er." Song Xi called her suddenly, his voice was very low and shallow, as if he would be submerged in the darkness at any moment, "Do you want to go out like that? Don't you feel that the world that belongs to us is also Is it good?"

"What's the use of feeling good?" Mo Jiu smiled and sighed with confidence: "To tell you the truth, sometimes, I really want to go back to that world. But after thinking about it, in that world, there is no Xiao Xiao. Fuck, there is no my little girl. So, no matter how good the world is, what does it mean to me?"

"perhaps you're right."

Song Xi who can communicate makes Mo Jiu feel less distanced.

Especially with his approval, her mood improved, even if she was stuck here, her tone was relaxed.

"By the way, you haven't told me yet, how can you get out?"

"There is always a way, but—" Song Xi smiled lowly, and suddenly approached, staring at her shadow in the darkness like that, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, "May I kiss you?"

This time Chang Mo Jiu was stunned, "Why? You're crazy! What kind of kiss are you looking for?"

"No reason." He smiled, "Just take it as one of my wishes? Maybe we don't have a tomorrow. You don't want me to die in peace."

"Go, go! You can't even die with peace in your eyes." Mo Jiu refused thoroughly. Although she was smiling, Song Xi, who was familiar with her, could tell that she was laughing just to save him from embarrassment, and there was no room for negotiation at all. , "I am a woman with a husband, how can I casually make out with others? Song Xi, this is not only blasphemy to myself, but also to you. After all——"

After a pause, she said each word clearly.

"After all, you were once so beautiful in my heart."

It used to be so beautiful, and there used to be such a quiet time.

Perhaps at a certain moment, her heart also stayed in his shadow——

However, in the vicissitudes of the world, there is finally no trace left.

"Thank you. I understand you." Song Xi's eyes caught her shadow, stared deeply for a moment, and soon changed to another direction, with light steps, sleeves lightly brushed her shoulders, and people never She walked past her, stared at an unknown dark corner, closed her eyes, opened them after a while, looked back in her direction, and said with a gentle smile, "Jiu'er, let's get ready to go out."

"Huh?" Mo Jiu was slightly startled.

To put it lightly, go out, how do you go out?
To crack the mechanism, there must be a mechanism to break it, right?
This is a space where there is nothing, she can't do anything about it herself, even if Song Xi's attainments are higher than hers, it's actually useless?

"Okay, just stop teasing me, I don't think you can do anything."

"you do not trust me?"

"It has nothing to do with trust, it just feels impossible."

"Fool, can I still lie to you?" Song Xi walked back, faced her direction, smiled, and suddenly put his hands on her shoulders, as if just to feel each other's existence, just for a moment, Let go of your hand again, and said softly: "This method is actually very simple, very easy to do. But because it is my personal idea, I don't want to be hijacked by you, so you are not allowed to ask me how to do it, just follow my advice Just do it."

"..." Mo Jiu rolled his eyes, "Are you making it sound like you're awesome?"

"good!"

"Really sure?"

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Alright then." Mo Jiu nodded, believing it tentatively, "You say it, I'll do it."

At this time, she was actually anxious in her heart, and she didn't have time to ask too much, she just wanted to go out quickly, so as not to make Xiao Qian worry about her.Moreover, she is also eager to find out what happened outside.Why did they all enter the "Gate of the Past", but she and Song Xi were the only ones inside?

"Now, close your eyes obediently—"

Song Xi's voice is faint, with hypnotic warmth, it sounds like you are in a green grass field under the blue sky, white clouds and sunshine, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, you really want to lie down and sleep.

"Didn't you go out? Why do you still have to close your eyes?" Mo Jiu pondered his words strangely, her mind was a little dazed.

"You are not good again. You promised not to ask, just be obedient!" Song Xi smiled lightly, raised his hand to stroke her hair accurately, like an elder comforting a disobedient child, his voice and movements are extremely doting , "Don't be afraid, you have to trust me completely, I won't hurt you. Just close your eyes obediently, and that's all."

In fact, Mo Jiu couldn't think at all about the logical relationship between going out and closing his eyes.

But since she chose to listen to Song Xi, she could only trust him.

Because apart from this, she has no other way to go——

"Okay. I'll listen to you. If you dare to tease me, I won't flay you—"

Song Xi just laughed, "Close your eyes!"

Mo Jiu gently closed her eyes, and suddenly felt a little lighter in her body, and her surroundings seemed to warm up.

But after not hearing his voice for a long time, she couldn't help worrying, "Song Xi? Are you there?"

"Call me Dongji." He seemed dissatisfied with her unfamiliar address.

Well, it's not a big deal not being able to give him a kiss, and calling him what he used to be called.

"Dong Ji." She said: "What kind of method are you trying to break the mechanism? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Well, I'll tell you later. You listen to me first, and don't speak casually." He answered calmly, and at the end, without waiting for Mo Jiu to ask, he continued: "From now on, think about it, think about some happy things. Things, try to relax your body as much as possible, as if you are slightly drunk, half asleep and half awake..."

"I can't be happy right now."

"Think about it. If you think about it, you will have it."

"...Win the lottery, 500 million? You can't claim the prize even if you win!"

"another."

"Change what?"

"For example, sleeping seven in one night, all of them are beautiful men?"

"Uh. Fuck! Is this possible?"

This was the first time Mo Jiu encountered such an inexplicable mechanism.She couldn't see, couldn't touch, and had nothing. She didn't know what to do. It was impossible to say that she wasn't afraid at all.But in the relaxed and joyful atmosphere that Song Xi deliberately created, her closed eyes finally slowly became heavy and heavier. Gradually, it seemed a little difficult for her to open them, that trapped, cold feeling , slowly disappeared from her body, followed by warmth and comfort, and her senses began to become numb.

its not right!
Is she asleep?

If he was asleep, why could he hear Song Xi's voice?

But if she didn't fall asleep, why couldn't she talk, couldn't wake up and talk to him?

Mo Jiu was in a half-paralyzed and half-awake state, unable to perceive himself, only heard Song Xi's voice saying: "You don't understand, right? In fact, there is no mechanism here, and this place doesn't even exist in reality." .It's just a place of emptiness, including us now...Jiu'er, including us, doesn't exist. The us here are just the two souls we broke into the 'Past Gate'...When we choose the 'Past Gate' , the two of us who have a past were brought into this void and were able to stay. And they who don’t have a past probably broke into the door of the past, and the coffin of heaven and earth will be opened.”

soul?

Where is the void?
Mo Jiu seemed to understand something.

No wonder she couldn't touch anything, and couldn't feel anything except Dong Ji.

...Is that because they are both the same creature?

But she didn't know these things at all, so how did Dong Ji know?

She had doubts in her heart, but at this moment her soul was a little drifting and numb, and she couldn't ask.

"You must be thinking, why do I know, right? You might even wonder, did I choose the 'Pass Door' on purpose, right?" Song Xi's laughter was as pleasant and clear as ever, making one feel as if soaking in the warmth In the hot spring pool, lazy and drowsy, "You guessed it. Yes, I did it on purpose. Why there is a past door, these are all told by the person in my mind. But I thought Entering the door of the past, we can go back to the past, we didn’t expect—but it’s like this.”

Paused, his voice was slightly hoarse.

After a long time, Fang rang again in Mo Jiu's ear.

"Please forgive my selfishness, let you accompany me through the adventure again in vain."

He hasn't said yet, how did he get out?

Mo Jiu was very curious, wanted to ask, wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't do anything except listen.

And Song Xi's voice is getting smaller and farther away, and it's getting harder and harder to hear——

"Jiu'er, although you may not want to go back to the world that belongs to us now, I don't hope that one day, when you are bullied and want to go back, you can't go back. So, listen carefully and remember , I buried the six jade carvings of ladies in the Bagua Tomb under the rockery pavilion of Lin’an Chrysanthemum Terrace, which is the pavilion where we drank. If one day, you want to go back, or Xiao Qian bullies you, then you Just go back."

Six jade carvings of ladies?　
Mother, is this easy to come by?　
Mo Jiu was a little excited, but she was numb and lazy, unable to exert herself...

She didn't know what Song Xi said again, she just lost consciousness in a daze.

Consciousness disappeared for a moment, and she seemed to have another dream.

The Song Xi in the dream no longer looked like the prince Song Xi, but Dong Ji, who used to chat with her about the wine.

There are also scenes that she has never experienced before, which are alternately displayed in her mind, like a movie being shown, one frame after another...

In a sea of ​​flames, the faces of two young men and women are reflected. They support each other in the sea of ​​flames, talking anxiously, there are chaotic noises around, and the sound of crackling flames, countless shocks. The shouts came to her ears, but she couldn't hear them clearly, nor could she hear what the two young men and women running in the fire were talking about. Surrounded airtight, golden chrysanthemums blooming brilliantly, reflected together with the fiery red flames, yellow and red, unexpectedly beautiful, glowing with a thrilling and gorgeous color.

Nearly.

They are getting closer and closer.

She heard it.

She heard the young woman hold the man tearfully, shouting.

"Dong Ji, Dong Ji...don't...don't..."

But the man ignored her, only pushed her hand away, strode towards the wooden door in the circle of fire, and slammed it open regardless of the scorching fire.

"Jiu'er, let's go!"

The woman rushed out from the circle of fire protected by the man, as if she wanted to turn around and grab the man's hand, but before she could rush over, the lintel in the sea of ​​flames fell down and completely swallowed the young body—what a tragedy for a woman With a cry, her eyes widened, she immediately fell to the ground, and the flames turned her face into ashes...

"Dongji - no - don't!"

There was confusion in Mo Jiu's eyes, as if he heard the crackling of the firewood door, as if he saw the words written on the house in the flower garden - Chrysanthemum Terrace, and saw countless sparks flashing in front of his eyes, one after another, randomly Flying, the light dazzled her eyes, and it was so dense that she couldn't avoid it.She seemed to feel the pain, the burning pain of being burned by the flames, but she was just a person who stayed out of the matter, and could only stand above the halo of the flames, quietly watching the man struggle, struggle, and finally No longer moving, being swallowed into a pile of scorched black...

I can't find it anymore, I can't find it anymore...

blood.

Flaming blood.

Is the fire burning, or the soul bleeding?

This bloody dream was so real that Mo Jiu was sweating profusely, opened his mouth wide, wanted to shout, wanted to breathe, but couldn't.

While stumbling, her soul was trembling, and she vaguely felt that she had lost something important.

But she couldn't remember it, and couldn't grasp it.

Yes, she stretched out her hands, but she couldn't catch anything.

Next to the ear, there was a man who said in a low voice: "You come, I will be there, whether you come or not, I am prepared. I think, you will come one day."

who is talking?
Also, who is singing?

A familiar modern melody, but played in a weird tune——

……

The night is too long and condenses into frost

Who's in the attic, cold despair
The rain flicks gently, the vermilion window
My life is on paper, blown around by the wind

The dream is far away, turning into a wisp of incense
Gone with the wind, what you look like

The chrysanthemums are broken, the ground is full of injuries, your smile has turned yellow

Heartbroken, my mind lies quietly
The north wind is chaotic, the night is still young, your shadow keeps cutting

Leave me alone on the lake, in pairs...

……

"Dong Ji!"

Mo Jiu woke up suddenly.

Where is the boundless darkness in front of me?
Where is the frightening flame in the dream?
In the faint wind lantern, in front of him was Xiao Liulang's face, full of worries, and he looked haggard with a bearded beard.And his eyes were also glowing red, as if he hadn't slept for a long time.

Mo Jiu's mind was spinning, feeling a little strange.

"Liulang, it's only been a while, why did you become like this?"

"Are you awake?" Xiao Qian was taken aback, his voice hoarse with laughter, he quickly picked her up, hugged her tightly, like holding a lost and found treasure, and kept stroking her hair with his palm , "Fool, three days have passed."

three days?She slept for three days...

No, where is this?

Mo Jiu leaned on Xiao Qian's shoulder, looked around, gave a jolt, and finally regained consciousness.

She was actually still in the main chamber of Qiankun Tomb, and the tightly closed coffin of Qiankun had also been opened—she was sleeping in it just now.

The weirdest thing is that besides her, there is also Song Xi lying inside.

Unlike her, she woke up, but Song Xi didn't wake up.

Thinking of the conversation with Song Xi in that empty space, and thinking of that inexplicable dream, Mo Jiu felt a shudder running down his spine, and had the illusion of "Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies", not knowing which one was real and which one was illusory.

"Liulang?" She raised her hand feebly, trying to hug Xiao Qian's neck, but before she finished the movement, her hand drooped limply, "Tell me, what happened? Why am I here? Song Xi, he... what's going on?"

"Ah Jiu—" Xiao Qian's cold eyes sank slightly, and he pondered for a while before he said: "After you and Song Xi entered the 'Past Gate' together, I immediately followed in, but within a short while, the two of you fell to the ground, unconscious It's time for personnel, I gave you medical treatment, but it didn't work, you are obviously... already dead. But the strange thing is, except for you, the rest of the people are unscathed—"

"And then?" Mo Jiu asked.

It seemed very difficult for Xiao Qian to mention this matter.

He was silent for a moment, eyes lowered, took a slingshot from the side of the coffin, and slowly handed it to Mo Jiu's hand.

That slingshot was given to Song Xi by Mo Jiu back then, and he did not expect it to be preserved until now. Not only that, judging from the round and smooth appearance of the slingshot, it seems that it was once used by the owner to play with, and he couldn't put it down.

"He left a note." Xiao Qian pointed to a note wrapped around the slingshot at her.

Mo Jiu frowned, and gently spread it out, it was clearly written by Song Xi.

"If anything happens to Mo Jiu and I when we enter the 'Pass Gate', put our bodies in the coffin of Qian Kun and let no one disturb you. I will save your life with my soul..."

Use my soul to save your life.

Mo Jiu's eyes suddenly became hot.

In other words, the way Dongji said to send her back is that he destroyed his last soul together and exchanged her life?

No wonder he asked again and again, is she really nostalgic for this world?
Mo Jiu wondered if he deliberately led her into the "Gate of the Past". Originally, there was a way to get her back, but it was her obsession that made him change his mind, so he went against the law in the dark, so it was impossible. Don't "save your life with your soul", destroy yourself, and let her be reborn?
Mo Jiu was in a daze, let go of Xiao Qian's hand suddenly, and stumbled towards the Qiankun coffin.

Song Xi, who was lying quietly in the coffin, was the same as when he quarreled with her in the tomb that day, his face was still as handsome as yesterday, his complexion was plump and ruddy, as if he was in a deep sleep.

But he clearly has no vital signs, and his body has long been stiff——

he died.

Song Xi died.

Dong Ji is dead.

The man who spoke to her in the void also died.

"Dong Ji!"

Looking at the familiar face in the coffin, Mo Jiu suddenly covered her face and fell to the ground, holding the slingshot tightly in her hand——

Back then in the lotus pond under the moon in Chuzhou, he racked his brains and traveled thousands of miles to find her, all he wanted was to find himself and go back to the past.

But in the end, in the end, he was—will he never go back?

"Dongji." Mo Jiu held onto the Qiankun coffin tightly and kept calling his name.

It's as if, if he wakes up like this, he will wake up like her.

However, she knew that no matter how she called, this man would never open his eyes again.

She also knew that from now on in her world, there would no longer be a man named Dong Ji.

Not every man can drink pear wine in such a style, and make mutton hot pot so tasty.

Not every moonlight is as bright and clear as that night in Chuzhou.

Not every place where chrysanthemums bloom is called Chrysanthemum Terrace.

In her life, there will never be another man named Dong Ji.

"Ah Jiu, don't be sad, it's all his choice." Xiao Qian caressed her back, as if comforting a crying child, with rare words, "We will meet many people in our life, some people Will accompany us for a while, but will go away after all. We have to get used to it, because, from the first day we came to this world, we have experienced farewells one after another.”

"I understand." Mo Jiu raised his head suddenly, with tears in his eyes, looked into Xiao Qian's eyes, tugged at his sleeve like a poor puppy, "Liulang, may I have a request."

"Tell me." Xiao Liulang's voice was gentle, caressing her like a feather, afraid of touching her wound.

Mo Jiu sniffed, his eyelids drooped slightly, not daring to look into his eyes.

"We're not going to look for jade carvings for ladies, and we're not going to open the platform for offering sacrifices to the sky, are we?"

Xiao Qian was taken aback.

In the black eyes that stared at her, there was a stream of light, and the probing line of sight fell on her pale face.

In fact, he didn't quite understand. After several years of narrow escapes, they finally opened the Bagua Tomb. Why did she say that she would give up if she gave up?

"Okay?" Mo Jiu was obsessed with Song Xi's words, and knew that Qian Zi Yin was for the extradition of the soul - once he opened the altar, he might go back to the past.Therefore, she didn't want to open it again, and she didn't even dare to tell Xiao Qian where the six jade carvings were hiding.But with such an excuse, how could she convince Xiao Qian?
"Ah Jiu... oh!"

Mo Jiu was thinking about how to explain to him, but he suddenly bent down and hugged her gently.

"Our daughter-in-law is the biggest. If you want to drive, I will drive with you. If you don't want to drive, I won't drive. But I——forbid you to worry about it."

Feeling relieved, the corners of Mo Jiu's lips curled up, revealing a tearful smile, "I'm fine, just... just suddenly a little scared. After this death and resurrection, I think as long as people are alive, it's better than anything else." .Those things are extraneous things, and they are not important-thinking about the past that we have experienced the dangerous opening of the grave, it is really-too ​​stupid, too stupid."

"What Ah Jiu said is true. I will follow you."

Xiao Qian caressed her lightly, even though he was doubtful, he didn't ask any more questions.

He has always respected her very much, and this has gradually become a habit.

"Well, let's have a good time."

"Yes, Her Majesty."

"Heh!" With a chuckle, Mo Jiu turned his eyes to Song Xi in Qiankun's coffin. The Song Xi with a face like a crown of jade, recalling that dream, murmured in his heart, "I think, I Will I also lose myself?... But I am different from you, I don't want to find a complete self. I am a cowardly person, I am content with the status quo, I am willing to live like this, always like this... "

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(End of this chapter)