Mortal Bones

The chains holding the iron balls came out of the wind gap at the bottom of the huge bronze door. There were twenty or thirty chains in total, and each one was tight.

Lu Jianjiu turned a blind eye to this and walked straight towards the bronze door.

When passing the coffins, Lu Jianjiu turned his head and glanced at the coffins.

These coffins all had no lids, and each contained a corpse.

Most of the nine corpses were damaged, and their appearance could not be seen clearly. Only the head of the corpse closest to the bronze door was still intact.

If there were other people present, they would definitely be shocked by the appearance of the corpse.

Because he and Uncle Jiu are almost carved from the same mold.

Finally, Uncle Jiu stopped in front of the coffin and looked at the corpse in the coffin with a somewhat sad look.

Then a horrifying scene happened.

I saw the corpse, slowly opened its eyes, and then asked Lu Jianjiu in the same tone and tone as Lu Jianjiu:

"Xu Taiping, have you started practicing sword practice?"

Lu Jianjiu nodded when he heard this, then grinned and said:

"While practicing, he helped you cut down all those plum trees that you have been thinking about a few days ago."

"Good cut."

The corpse in the coffin grinned.

Then he slowly closed his eyes and murmured weakly:

"Go and talk to senior brother. His popularity is getting weaker and weaker."

Lu Jianjiu frowned and nodded when he heard this, then turned around and continued to walk quickly towards the huge bronze door.

"Senior brother."

Arriving in front of the huge bronze door, Lu Jianjiu shouted to the other side of the door, and then sat down in the right corner of the bronze door very skillfully.

"Huh? Oh, it's Ah Jiu, how did you get in?"

A tired voice came from the door.

He seemed to have forgotten that he was the one who let Lu Jianjiu in just now.

"Brother, drink."

Lu Jianjiu did not explain, but rolled the wine gourd through the gap at the bottom of the bronze door.

The rolling sound lasted for as long as a cup of tea before it stopped.

Then Lu Jianjiu heard a happy sigh from the other end:

“This year’s wine is much better than last time.”

Then the sound of the gourd rolling sounded again.

"Well, at that time, I just wasn't in the mood to make wine."

Lu Jianjiu smiled when he heard this, then nodded.

"Junior brother, the door inside is being pushed open more and more frequently. Those dirty things may be planning something recently. You should be careful."

Along with the rolling sound of the wine gourd, the old and hoarse voice sounded again from behind the bronze door.

"Senior brother, can you handle it?"

Jian Jiu asked with a frown.

"It should be no problem to hold on for a few more years, but now I can remember less and less things. The only person who can remember the appearance is you and Tong'er."

A long sigh came from the other side of the bronze door.

At this time, the wine gourd rolled to the edge of Jian Jiu.

The silent Jian Jiu seemed to be remembering something, and after a long time he picked up the wine gourd and took a sip.

"When I can't even recognize your voice, it's almost time for you to come in, junior brother. Don't be soft then, because if you can't even remember me, junior brother, that person is definitely not me, Zhou Ang."

The voice behind the bronze door became serious.

"I will."

Lu Jianjiu nodded, and then rolled the wine gourd in through the crack in the door.

"I heard that you accepted a disciple?"

Zhou Ang asked behind the bronze door.

"Um."

Lu Jianjiu smiled.

"How does it compare to Su Chan?"

"A hundred times better than Su Chan."

Hearing this, a burst of hearty laughter came from the other side of the bronze door.

"You kid, you praised Su Chan like this back then."

Zhou Ang laughed and cursed.

"Senior brother, you remembered it wrong."

Jian Jiu said harshly.

"Okay, okay, I remembered it wrong."

The sound of Zhou Ang drinking wine came from the other side of the bronze door.

"Senior brother, do you regret it?"

Jian Jiu suddenly asked a question without any beginning or end.

There was silence behind the bronze door for a long time. It was not until the sound of the rolling wine gourd sounded again that Zhou Ang said firmly:

"I will have no regrets if I can guard this gate for all sentient beings!"

But immediately, a hoarse "sobbing" sound came from behind the bronze door, and then Zhou Ang was heard talking nonsense to himself.

The tone of his voice sometimes sounded like that of a young man, sometimes that of an old man, and sometimes that of a woman. What he said was all about the shortcomings of the parents.

Jian Jiu bit his lip.

After a long sigh, he picked up the wine gourd that rolled to his feet.

But when he uncorked the bottle and wanted to drink, he found that the wine gourd was empty.

"Junior brother, let's go."

"Time is running out. Finish what you want to do, meet the people you want to see, see the sights you want to see, and come see me again."

"Of course, you don't have to come to see me. No one will blame you."

Zhou Ang's faint sigh came from behind the bronze door.

Hearing the words, Jian Jiu stood up silently holding the wine gourd, then turned to look at the bronze door and said: "Senior brother, I have no regrets, and Jian Jiu has no regrets about the promise he made to my sect. I will come when I finish everything." It’s you, senior brother.”

With that said, he carried the wine gourd and walked towards the entrance of the cave in a leisurely pace.

…

More than ten days later.

The sixth peak.

early morning.

"Senior sister!..."

Lin Buyu, who never had nightmares, suddenly sat up from the bed, a thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"You actually had a nightmare?"

Lin Buyan, her second soul, was also frightened and jumped out of the sea of ​​consciousness.

"I dreamed that Senior Sister Zi Yan was standing in front of me covered in blood. She seemed to want to say something to me, but I couldn't understand a word."

Lin Buyu frowned.

"It's not a good thing if you have nightmares."

Lin Buyan's tone became serious.

"The key is that this dream is too real, and the scenes in the dream are something I have never seen before."

Lin Buyu rubbed his eyebrows and continued.

"What scene? Tell me about it."

Lin Buyan asked.

"There is flying snow all over the sky, and there are ruins, huge palaces, and abandoned temples everywhere. Their styles are all like I have never seen before. They seem to be built for giants. Among these abandoned palaces and temples , growing large tracts of small blue flowers.”

Lin Buyu continued to rub his eyebrows while trying to remember.

Hearing this, Lin Buyan suddenly fell into silence.

"Why don't you speak?"

Lin Buyu couldn't help but ask.

"If my memory is correct, this should be Yunjing, the capital of the Kingdom of Thousand Buddhas among the ancient ruins of the wilderness, also known as the Snow Capital."

Lin Buyan said in a very solemn tone.