068. Bond
Qingling left Zhanlong Mountain after the Dragon Boat Festival. Now it was the beginning of autumn. Gujin City was not a suitable place for fun, but Qingling still stayed here for a few more days.
After nearly two months of bumpy rides, everyone needed a good rest. Qingling even slumped on the couch, unwilling to move. He actually wanted to walk around and see the floating mist, warm green, and tiger-spotted clouds described in the book, but one must be able to live a stable life to be in the mood to appreciate the scenery, otherwise, the thousands of rocks competing for beauty will be nothing more than piled up stones in his eyes.
On the day they decided to set off for Dingzhou, dark clouds were so heavy that they seemed to be falling to the earth. There was a sudden rain and bursts of thunder, so the group was forced to stop. The wind was howling and the thunder was loud. In just half a cup of tea, water accumulated outside. To go to Dingzhou, one had to take the water route, which was obviously impossible in such weather.
The group had to stay in the inn.
Shang Changheng's face looked bad since the thunder sounded. He was sneaky, and the yang power of thunder restrained him. Even the so-called heavenly punishment mentioned in ancient books were mostly thunder to destroy evil, and the thunder method among the righteous methods was even more ferocious.
The rain was pouring down, and Qing Ling closed the window. However, his sleeves were soaked in an instant, so he could only take off his outer robe while saying to Shang Changheng, who was frowning, "Do you want to take shelter in Yuzhong? The rain shouldn't last too long."
The deterrent effect of thunder on evil spirits should not be underestimated. Qingling is a living person after all, so he can't feel anything. But Shang Changheng only feels that every thunder is the mighty power of heaven ringing in his ears, as if the heaven and earth are rejecting him. But Shang Changheng dare not show his irritation, because Qingling will be scared.
He should go back to the Huanlong Pendant. In fact, there is nothing he can avoid, but Qingling should feel much more at ease.
"No need." Shang Changheng heard his own voice.
The two words were spoken coldly.
Qing Ling was already changing into his undergarments. His thin upper body was as white as jade. He looked slender and had a slim waist when he was dressed. But after he took off his clothes, it became clear that although he was thin, he was not weak, his skin was well-proportioned, and he was very handsome.
He put on the plain middle-colored shirt, covering his body completely.
Shang Changheng stared at it intently.
Qing Ling did not put on his outer robe. Anyway, there were only him and Shang Changheng in the room and he could not go out for a while, so he hung his wet clothes in the room. When he turned around, he found that Shang Changheng was staring at him.
Fortunately, he had a handsome face. Although it was a little paler than when he was alive, at least he did not look bloody and dead. Otherwise, Qing Ling felt that he would go dark under such a gloomy gaze.
Qingling had seen quite a few evil spirits, but he still couldn't accept those horrible evil looks.
"If I had known, I would have set off the day before yesterday." Qing Ling sighed and curled up on the couch.
It is common to have rain on cloudy days, but thunder and lightning could have been avoided. After two days of delay, they happened. If we had left earlier, we could have avoided this rain.
After spending a long time together, Shang Changheng also figured out a bit of Qingling's personality. He is indifferent to everything, but likes to eat everything, both meat and vegetarian food, and can even eat cold dry food and water without batting an eyelid. He can endure hardship and enjoy happiness. For example, at this moment, while he is talking, he has already lay down.
Qing Ling patted the bed again, looking very talkative, "Would it be better if you moved closer to me?"
Shang Changheng smiled secretly in his heart, but still walked over, lay down on the outside and pulled Qingling into his arms, and with a wave of his hand, the bed curtain fell down.
Qing Ling was silent for a moment, then muttered, "I didn't let you get so close."
"I just want to be closer to you." Shang Changheng pressed the person in his arms, but didn't do anything else, just hugged him like this.
Qing Ling muttered "Okay then", and even though thunder happened to sound, Shang Changheng heard it clearly.
After a while, Qingling was already feeling drowsy.
Outside, the rain was roaring loudly, but the world enclosed by the curtain was peaceful and tranquil. After holding Qingling in his arms, the oppression brought by the thunder to Shang Changheng seemed to have been reduced a lot. He asked in a low voice: "Are you not afraid of me anymore?"
"Afraid." Qing Ling opened his eyes and said faintly, "If you want to hear another answer, you must swear that you will not kill me."
Although she said she was afraid, she lay so obediently in his arms.
Shang Changheng could tell that he was quite resentful, but he also found it interesting. Their heads were close together, as if they were whispering tenderly. The living Qing Ling was speaking to him in a reproachful tone, and his voice was almost drowning out the thunder outside the window.
The living Qingling's body was warm.
Killing him is instinctive. Evil ghosts are different from humans, but Shang Changheng has recovered his seven emotions and six desires as a human being. He wondered what if Qingling died?
This corpse, as beautiful as jade, will become stiff and cold, and the flesh he is obsessed with will wither and decay. It will definitely not look good, and the body will become cold. The black and clear eyes will become grey and chaotic, and will never look at him with such eyes again.
That certainly wouldn't look good.
"I can't bear to leave you, Qingling." Shang Changheng suddenly felt a little depressed and sad. He kissed the tip of Qingling's nose and repeated: "I can't bear to leave you."
I can't bear to see you die.
But I can't bear to leave you.
What stands between them is life and death.
Qingling didn't understand why Shang Changheng, who was so proud just now, suddenly became dispirited, but she tasted bitterness in his two words of reluctance. When their eyes met, they could clearly feel each other's ambiguous breath, but their acquaintance was so inappropriate.
You were born before I was born.
Old grudges are entangled, and it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong.
It's ridiculous how fate plays such a trick on people. At this moment, Qingling understood Shang Changheng's feelings for him. Amidst these two words of reluctance, his heart settled down and he sank into the boundless sea of suffering.
"Changheng." Qingling took the initiative to hold his face for the first time, and pronounced his name tenderly and affectionately, with a little embarrassment. He gently kissed Shang Changheng on the lips, and whispered: "The rain hasn't stopped yet, so we can't set off."
Shang Changheng could tell from these reserved words that this was Qingling's awkward seduction and suggestion, which was different from every previous time.
"Let the rain stop later."
Shang Changheng thought, no matter what the wind and thunder are, he just wants to stay at this moment.
Thunder rumbles, wind and rain rage, and on a strange bed in a foreign land, time and hatred all stop at this moment, and the entangled fate turns into tenderness in the heart.
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The rain won't keep falling.
The afterglow of the setting sun dispelled the dense dark clouds, and the rosy glow penetrated the veil and fell on Qingling's eyebrows, eyes and hair, making him look even softer and more beautiful.
Qing Ling actually slept for a while, but not for long. It was not yet dark. He said in a hoarse voice, "The rain has stopped."
The rain stopped and they still had to set off.
Shang Changheng insisted on finding his own grave, but his purpose was to destroy his own bones. As for the so-called cause and effect that remained in the world, he avoided the question when Qingling asked about it. The grudges from a thousand years ago continued to this day, as strange as an impenetrable spider web. Anyone related to it would eventually be entangled and imprisoned in it.
"Well, let's go tomorrow." Shang Changheng kissed Qing Ling's eyes, hugged him tightly, and asked in a low voice: "Are you hungry?"
"A little bit." Qing Ling dragged out the last syllable of his voice, as if he was lazily acting coquettishly. He rested his head on Shang Changheng's arms. A ghost is no different from a living person, and his body is cold.
But it is not completely cold, but rather warm and cool like a piece of jade.
At least it won't make him feel uncomfortable.
"Then I..." Shang Changheng wanted to stand up before he finished speaking, but was stopped by Qingling. He was stunned and asked, "Why?"
"Lie down for a while." Qing Ling lay sideways in Shang Changheng's arms and reached out to pinch his arm.
Shang Changheng's appearance hasn't changed much since he was alive, and he should feel the same...his arms are strong and he can wield a long-handled sword.
The two were speechless for a moment.
It is hard to tell at this moment whether they owe each other anything or not, but they are a married couple who have been engaged, and the law of nature is their witness.
"I used to think a lot about the future when I was at the foot of Zhanlong Mountain." Qingling whispered, "I thought that one day I would be able to leave Zhanlong Mountain. I didn't want to take the imperial examinations or become an official. I wanted to be like the peddlers passing by in the mountains, carrying a bag with many strange things in it, walking from mountain to mountain and river to places I've never been to, seeing the mountains and rivers shining and the flowers blooming."
"I've thought about it, too." Shang Changheng stroked Qingling's cheek and said softly, "I hope that one day there will be no more wars, my soldiers can return home, and I can return to my homeland. Qingling, what about you now?"
"Now..." Qingling grabbed Shang Changheng's fingertips.
He has been practicing martial arts and writing for many years, and his fingers and palms are covered with calluses. Qing Ling hooked his fingers and continued, "I don't know, Shang Changheng, I have been to some places... This world is not what I thought, but I still want to take a closer look."
Shang Changheng curled up his fingers and interlocked them with his, their palms touching. One was lifeless, the other was warm and lively.
He looked at their clasped hands and said softly, "Okay."
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As night fell, there was still water on the streets.
Luojia was running hurriedly on the street, not even caring when he stepped into the water. He was holding the strange rosary in one hand and holding a Vajra Drum made of human bones and skin in the other. Behind him, several figures were chasing him closely.
The voice, so shrill that it was hard to tell whether it was male or female, laughed sinisterly: "Monk, can you run away? If you dare to cut off our path of survival, don't even think about leaving Yuzhou alive!"
Luojia was so angry that he gritted his teeth and beat his human-skin drum very quickly. The sound could scare away evil spirits and slow down the half-human, half-ghost creatures chasing him.
"What way out? What nonsense are you talking about?" Luojia roared as he ran.
He was also confused. He had only killed a few people in the Central Plains. How did he end up with this group of mad dogs chasing him desperately?
The Yin Xing is declining, its inheritance is cut off. It would be fine if it was a revenge by fellow disciples, but why are you, the Yuzhou Yin Xing, supporting it in this way? Can killing a few people cause the entire Yuzhou Yinxing to come after you?
Luo Jia was completely confused.
But he couldn't run out of this road, as if he was spinning in place, and what were chasing him were one phantom after another.
According to the rules of the underworld, killing people must be done by underworld means. If you directly use a knife to kill someone, you will be caught by the government.
Luo Jia's thoughts raced, and he made up his mind and rushed towards the inn where he had stayed the day before.
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