Chapter 127 Training 05
"Xia Yi?" Jiang Yuelu had just asked when he realized that his surroundings flashed and he had arrived at a stone pavilion a hundred steps away.
The ghost king, whose name he called, responded without surprise: "Yes."
"Finally, we can avoid the outsiders."
He just frowned and waved his hand, and the stone road outside disappeared, along with Leng Wenhan and others who were running towards him.
The four doors of the stone pavilion were covered with lingering white mist. He felt as if he was in another world, but also as if he had entered a stone cage. Xia Yi waved his hands four times before stopping. The white mist dissipated, and a dark, yellowish, ancient building appeared outside.
The building has two floors, with a small attic on the top. On each floor, four corners of the eaves are hung with long strips of crimson talisman paper, with obscure spells engraved on them.
Jiang Yuelu seemed inexplicably familiar.
Xia Yi had been watching him, and when he saw him walking into the house on his own, he followed him in silently without saying a word. They walked through the hall one after the other, and Jiang Yuelu found the stairs accurately as if he knew the way. He raised his foot, but did not put it down.
Instead, it was raised and stepped on a higher position.
The bottom step is broken and cannot be stepped on... This reminder automatically appeared in his mind.
He didn't notice that while he was doing all this, Xia Yi's eyes behind him became bright.
Because his pupils were a dark red, which became even redder as they brightened. It didn't look like a surprise, but rather like his eyes turned red involuntarily, making this inhuman ghost king have a sense of desolation that only humans have.
Walk up to the top attic and push open the rusty door.
Jiang Yuelu walked into the square of moonlight leaking from the skylight, and involuntarily squatted down and picked up a half-carved hand-made statue from the ground. It was obviously a child's clumsy work, childish and without any knife skills. He knew it was a statue of a god because he had seen it before.
"It was here that you gave me a name." Xia Yi walked forward.
"And this statue is the first one you carved for me. But later you made a better one, and this one has been here ever since."
He paused. He said, "I didn't lose it."
A little proud, a little angry.
"After so many years, I haven't lost anything." Xia Yi looked at him, "But Jiang Yuelu, you lost your memory. I really look down on you."
Jiang Yuelu felt very heavy-hearted after hearing what he said, "...I'm sorry."
"I don't want to hear sorry." Xia Yi suddenly realized something, "You, why don't you refute me? No. You know... you remember everything?"
Jiang Yuelu: "I remember a little bit."
Xia Yi asked doubtfully, "What time is one o'clock?"
Jiang Yuelu: “…”
Why is this child so stubborn?
"Forget it, don't tell me. I'll ask myself." Xia Yi pointed to his chest, "What's here?"
Jiang Yuelu thought about his persistence towards her during this period and tried to test him: "Leave me alone?"
Xia Yi looked at him speechlessly, "You are still as shameless as before."
Jiang Yuelu complained: "Who said that? I have been said to be the most thin-skinned since I was a child..."
"That's someone else. Of course, they can't see it. But I can." Xia Yi snorted, "Don't confuse me with others. I am different from them."
Jiang Yuelu: "Okay. So what did you put in there?"
Xia Yi: "I won't tell you."
Jiang Yuelu: “…”
Xia Yi snorted, "Why should I tell you? Think about it yourself and tell me when you remember it."
Jiang Yuelu let out a long sigh, "I know. Do you have any more questions?"
"Ask." Xia Yi thought for a while, "Tell me how I got my name."
Jiang Yuelu breathed a sigh of relief. "It means the stars. In the southern Vermillion Bird... Yuelu and Yi are next to each other. I came up with a name first, and then I named you."
"Yeah." Xia Yi's expression softened, "There's more."
Anything else? Jiang Yuelu tried hard to recall what the old scroll said that day, and that's all he said.
"Can't remember?"
"Um……"
Xia Yi looked convinced, "Forget it. I'll assume that you have a bad memory right now. You can forget other things, but you have to remember this one forever."
He waved again, and a voice suddenly echoed in the attic.
Jiang Yuelu recognized it immediately.
This is his voice.
"My mother said that my name not only means good luck, but also means the armpit of the star Suzaku. Hahaha, you know the armpit, right? It's the place where the wings are connected."
"Xia Yi, your name is easy to understand. It means wings, the wings of the Suzaku."
"Without wings, Suzaku is just a crippled Suzaku. Without Xia Yi, Jiang Yuelu can't fly."
…
A long time passed and he didn't say a word. Xia Yi walked a few steps closer and looked at his face, "What are you thinking about?"
Jiang Yuelu: "I feel a little ashamed..."
Is there anything more shameful than replaying your own dark history?
Xia Yi smiled cruelly, "It's shameful, I did it on purpose. Who told you to run away? Who told you to disappear for so long? Who told you to forget me?"
"Why am I the only one who remembers these words? I come here every year. Have you ever been back?"
"What were you doing while I was sitting here alone? Oh, yes, you were with your brothers and sisters, baking cakes for them, cooking for them, and telling them stories."
Xia Yi became more and more angry as he spoke.
Jiang Yuelu was so depressed by what he said that he couldn't even raise his head. He felt as if he was being accused by a hundred people: "You have no heart," "You are cruel and cold-blooded," "You have lost all conscience and you are not a human being."
In the past, he might have thought Xia Yi was sick.
But that was because he was sure that he didn't know Xia Yi at the time. In his twenties, he had never encountered a ghost "named by him".
But now he was not sure.
He saw him and Xia Yi sitting together in the past when his tears condensed. The attic was now in this building. If there were any other doubts, they disappeared after he somehow found the way. Otherwise, how could he explain how familiar he was with this building?
It's like coming home.
Jiang Yuelu firmly believes in logic and in himself. If something is not logically consistent, even his own memory is questionable.
So he sighed, looking helpless, "I was wrong about this matter. Sorry..."
Xia Yi glared: "I don't want to hear sorry."
"Then I won't tell you."
Jiang Yuelu said sincerely: "I can always do something to make you happy. No matter what you ask, I will agree to it."
Xia Yi thought for a moment and said, "I want to eat cake."
"I do."
"I want to eat a table full of different dishes."
"no problem."
"I want more..." Xia Yi was a little stuck.
Jiang Yuelu asked him with a smile, "Do you want me to tell you a bedtime story? I only tell fairy tales to children. You are so old now, I don't know what to tell you."
Xia Yi snorted, "No need. I'm not a child."
"Yeah, you're not a kid."
Cake, food, and fun together.
Xia Yi thought hard and came up with these monotonous punishments.
This is not because he was giving Jiang Yuelu a break. He really hated him. He gnashed his teeth in hatred when he thought about how Jiang Yuelu had escaped from his dream. He really wanted to give Jiang Yuelu a severe punishment, so that he would remember it and be afraid of him so that he would only dare to stay with him.
But the life of a ghost is too monotonous, and he knows very little about the ways of the world, so Jiang Yuelu is quite good at racking his brains to come up with ideas.
"...That's it for now." Xia Yi didn't want him to be too proud, so he added, "I'll punish you later."
Jiang Yuelu readily agreed, "That's easy to say."
"Then let's get started."
He stood and waited for a while, somewhat puzzled.
"Uh. Do you do it here?"
Xia Yi: "What else? Where do you want to go?"
Jiang Yuelu scratched his head, "I don't mean to run away. But there are no ingredients for making cakes here. And this is my first time making it for you, so I want to make it better."
Xia Yi's expression lightened up a little.
Besides, he didn't want Jiang Yuelu to really do it.
Coming to this old house was just the first step in "repairing the relationship". The previous bounty order was not well handled, which made Jiang Yuelu drift further and further away from him. He thought hard for a long time, and his head was about to split, before he came up with such a perfect plan. If every step is taken correctly, then Jiang Yuelu and he will reconcile in no time.
The first step is to take him back to the old place, take a look and walk around.
Melt the stiff relationship.
The effect...is pretty good.
Xia Yi waved his hand again, and they teleported out of the attic and returned to the stone pavilion outside. He was about to let Jiang Yuelu go in, but his eyes rolled and he snapped his fingers again, making the stone pavilion disappear.
He said to Jiang Yuelu who turned around in confusion, "We won't take this back."
Can I still choose transportation? It's so advanced.
Jiang Yuelu watched the green flames spread around him again, and saw Xia Yi scoop it up, pinch it, rub it, knead it, and press it. After a kindergarten handicraft class, a blue bird with its head held high appeared on the scene, its body full of brilliance, but it stood motionless.
Jiang Yuelu clapped his hands, "Great, great, great."
Xia Yi thought, I am ignorant, what's the big deal. I have improved a lot over the years.
He tried to pretend he didn't care, ignored his compliment, and snorted, "You come and put eyes on the bluebird."
Jiang Yuelu glared, "Me? What do you want to order?"
Xia Yi was convinced, "You even forgot this. Oh my god. Don't you have two on you? One is mine, and one is yours. Either one can be used."
Jiang Yuelu didn't react immediately for a while.
Seeing him in a daze, Xia Yi frowned, strode over, and without saying a word, he grabbed Jiang Yuelu's shoulders and began to search him. When the evil ghost king in red suddenly bent over and approached, Jiang Yuelu froze unconsciously, "...You. You."
"You what do you mean?"
Jiang Yuelu couldn't help but think of the explanation of ghosts in the textbook: they have no spirit or soul, their seven orifices are blocked, and ghosts don't breathe.
If that’s the case, then what are those hot sparks that fall on my neck?
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