Lantern: Reflection of the Peach Blossoms

Two hours later, Ise Mountain.

Jeep's door was wide open, Yan Lanyu was wearing a coat, her hair was disheveled in bandages, and she sat exhausted in the back seat drinking hot water.

Not far away sitting on the floor of Jingzhong, Zhou Huiyi scolded him rashly: "Don't move your mind when you are doing something! Why don't you drag Wu Bei together! Why not wait for rescue in the same place! Isn’t it great? Excessive androgen secretion. Is puberty finally here? Don’t you want to help me next time! Don’t dream of being my third son-in-law!"

"..." Yu Jingzhong said weakly: "You shut up..."

Iseyama was brightly lit, and a helicopter with searchlights slowly descended over the woods, and the airflow set off a huge roar.

The Japanese police and diplomats from the Chinese embassy arrived at the same time, and the two sides engaged in fierce negotiations through a messy Ise mountain to become a self-improvement.

Wu Bei finally packed up the Self-Defense Forces and the Tantric disciples, and lay motionless on the ground to pretend to be confused. As a result, the Northeast was scoured and blown, and the brother took someone out of the dead. A group of people were crying and crying around the two leaders. When Zhou Hui was having fun, Zhou Hui drove up with a big stride, and instantly saw Wu Bei standing up like lightning and lived.

Wu Bei was dragged by Zhou Hui with his ears to deal with the Japanese police. The second group leader Armani black trench coat with rumpled whole body, copying the loudspeaker in one hand, carrying the single rocket artillery from the ground with one hand, and the handsome face with smoke and blood stains Abnormal dignity:

"Cough-cough! The people above listened! The six missions of Guoan were cleared. You have three minutes to escape, and you have three minutes to escape--!"

Zhou Hui heard the twitching of the forehead not far away, but he couldn't tell for a moment whether the deputy was more beaten, or the second group leader was even more controversial.

However, Wu Bei's threat still worked. The second team leader, as a soul artist who grieves spring, falls on the ground, ruthlessly kills hands, kills corpses and kills corpses, also sighs two "Why is the wind so big?" If you give a less **** example, it is said that half of Japan’s pirated discs must go through his circulation line; there are more examples of **** points. What is the cross-province joint Fujianese to go to the Yamaguchi team; in front of a Japanese senator Touched the cherry tree affectionately and said, "I want the cherry blossoms here to bloom more brightly in the coming year"...

Among Guoan’s six team leaders, Wu Bei’s popularity in Japan is so good that it is more than enough to hit Zhou Hui.

The members of the second group were not idle either. The younger brother Xi Xiufeng took the people to stack up his sleeves, picked out the bodies of the disciples of Tantra, and tied them in a row, like a human shield on the front. The police looked down from the helicopter. The body of the Onmyoji in the garb was covered with creeps.

This kind of yin and yang disputes between killing and killing, the local police department knows that they can't be the master. If they are detained by force, who knows what will happen to these people. The police can only retreat temporarily, dropping a few words "We will report to the superior police station, and the victim's martial arts will negotiate", and then the helicopter turned around and quickly went down the mountain.

Wu Bei dropped a single rocket launcher and sat on the ground with his buttocks, staring affectionately at the distant helicopter: "Damn, it wouldn't be good if he had been so obedient."

·

Zhou Hui coughed and continued to turn his head to curse Yu:

"As long as you can, you will pretend, don't you want to be a normal person? Normal people have been killed by the tantrician's head, okay? Old cows eat tender grass and dry trees to bloom new flowers. If you don’t have an annual salary of two million, you dare to learn to fall in love. The 30 million men in China are 30 million. The wages of moving bricks this year are higher than you. If you give Laozi success, you will one day die... …"

Yu Jingzhong nodded and said that he was touching his cigarette while lowering his head. The cigarette case was saturated with blood, and even the filter was stained with blood.

Not far away, Yan Lanyu wanted to help persuade, struggling to get out of the car, but there was a voice behind him: "How are you?"

Yan Lanyu turned around and saw Chu River, who was in the back seat of the jeep from the other end.

He hesitated, sitting back and laughing, "Thank you, His Royal Highness. If not for you..."

Chu He interrupted him: "No need to say that."

He leaned over Yan Lanyu's hair and saw that the terrible bruise above his head had scabed up-that was because of the water that had been diluted with Phoenix blood before. In addition, there were bruises and bruises all over his body. The most serious thing was that one hand was burned and the skin was sticky and the ribs were broken. deal with.

Chu He maintained this posture, staring at him motionlessly.

The two looked at each other at close range in the dim carriage, and Yan Lanyu clearly saw her reflection from the bottom of Chuhe’s eyes, and could not help but lean back slightly: "This...His Royal Highness..."

"Don't move through each other and kill each other."

"..."

Yan Lanyu was filled with question marks. After a while, Chuhe blinked and her eyelashes were slightly wet.

After thirty seconds, Chuhe blinked again, and this time his eyes had dried.

Yan Lanyu's mouth twitched slightly: "Hall, Highness..."

"No way," Chu He let go of him helplessly and threw himself into the seat: "I just can't cry."

Yan Lanyu: "..............."

Chu He was very sorry that he had to bite his ring finger again, took a drop of blood, and dripped it in Yan Lanyu's water glass for him to drink.

The water brush boiled, and immediately exuded a strong rust smell, Yan Lanyu had to swallow it by pinching her nose. Soon, as the liquid entered his stomach, his numb, painful ribs and arms gradually relaxed, and his internal organs seemed to be as fit as a warm ironing, and he couldn't help breathing out.

After drinking half a glass of water, he looked down at his hand, his burnt skin was drying and crusting at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Although the appearance of the scarred arm is very ugly, it is much better than the blood flow before.

"Really...really amazing..."

Chu He said: "It works faster for people who are unable to do anything because there is no interference from autoantibodies."

This sentence just ended, the car suddenly fell into silence.

Yan Lanyu's long eyelashes drooped, staring fixedly at the drinking glass.

His figure was thin and tired in the white mist, and his eyes were hazy, as if even the handsome cheek lines had melted into the darkness.

"I tried to keep your pentagram, but it went out when he came back from hell. But I think it should protect your soul, otherwise when a weak soul like you enters hell, there is a great possibility Direct soul flying."

Chu He reached out a red string from his pocket and handed it to Yan Lanyu: "But the mirror heart is still there. I don't know if it's useful. In short, I'll get it back for you first."

Yan Lanyu's eyes were a little loose, and she moved a little later, slowly raising her hand to take over the piece of Bajijing.

"...I just noticed..." he whispered, "I'm just not sure for a moment, it's too sudden..."

Chu He looked at him, a slight pity appeared in his eyes.

Yan Lanyu was playing with the shard, his white fingertips gently rubbing against the sharp corners. Chu He has seen this lens pass through the hands of Zhou Hui, Zhang Shun, Yu Jingzhong, etc., but never like this, I feel that it matches so well with the hand it touches.

Tantrics tried their best to pick Yan Lanyu into a yin and yang double-sided soul. There must be a reason to choose him.

"I was an ordinary person originally. I learned these things just for self-preservation. I didn't expect it to suddenly disappear now. I'm not used to it." Yan Lanyu paused and smiled briefly on her pale cheeks: "But it doesn't matter... Anyway, the tantra door is gone, you don’t need to protect yourself...it doesn’t matter."

He lowered his head and put on the red string. His fingers looked awkward because of burns.

"...It will always be unused at first."

Chu He was silent for a moment and said again: "However, as time goes on, you will gradually get used to the life of a normal person. You will be more peaceful, more pragmatic, and more free... The shackles that bound you for two lifetimes have disappeared. In the future, you can have a life of your own, go to school, work, fall in love like a normal person, and enjoy the family..."

Yan Lanyu was stunned for a moment, "But... people always have to use it, otherwise it would become a burden..."

Not far away, Zhou Hui finally sighed his flag and temporarily **** the survival of Xiu Xian. Yu Jingzhong shoved soot into his trousers, Shi Shiran got up in Zhou Hui's scolding voice, and walked towards this side.

"Some people are not willing to let you accompany you because of your use." Chu He looked at him with a smile and blinked: "I used to think that I was the burden of others, and I was worried about being abandoned because of this, but this This kind of idea is actually a blasphemy for someone who does not ask you to accompany you-your idea has been twisted for too long, and someone will help you back slowly."

Yan Lanyu returned her doubtful eyes, and Chuhe raised her eyes to the night sky, her eyes far away.

"Although it takes a long time, there will always be a day..."

"Just don't like me, let others wait too long."

Yu Jingzhong walked to the side of the car, nodded to Chu He, and turned to Yan Lanyu: "How are you doing?"

Yan Lanyu stared at him stunnedly, gazing from his **** messy eyebrows, gliding across the endless cheeks, and the camouflage clothes that appeared to be disorganized by blood and mud. Although it was freezing cold, at such a close distance, even the heat and sweat on his body came through the fabric, giving a strange and deep sense of security.

"How?" Yu Jingzhong asked with raised eyebrows.

"...My...mana is gone." Yan Lanyu said hoarsely, "Yin and Yang power protect the soul, and it burns out before the soul returns..."

Yu Jingzhong was stunned for a moment, probably not at all, but then he asked subconsciously, "So?"

"..."

"You are all hurt like this, the yin and yang power must be gone. Why do you still want to go to the front line?"

"..." Yan Lanyu blinked, Yu Jingzhong looked at him inexplicably, stretched out his hand, and hugged him out of the car suddenly: "Don't think about it! Go, the embassy sent a helicopter to pick us up, hurry up Go back to Beijing to eat the penalties."

Yan Lanyu was strode forward and suddenly struggled: "No... wait! Wait a minute!"

He barely slid down the ground, staggering a few steps because of an ankle injury, but fortunately hit Zhou Hui, who was walking in the jeep, and he helped. Just listening to Yan Lanyu asked softly and hurriedly: "This is going away? Can you wait for me?"

"What are you doing, three girls?"

"I want to go to a place where there is an open space under Ise Mountain..." Yan Lanyu looked at Yu Jingzhong, not knowing why his eyes were slightly reddish at night: "I will come back soon."

·

Half an hour later, down the Ise Mountain.

It was quick to say, but actually it took a lot of effort to come over. The mountain has collapsed, and the bumpy mountain road is very dark. Yu Jingzhong hit a wolf-eye flashlight, only to see that the pavement had been covered with broken branches of dead trees.

The mountain trail went all the way down, and there was an empty space surrounded by wooden railings at the bottom. There were vaguely standing stone monuments, but most of them had been smashed in the shock.

Zhou Hui said softly: "...hey."

His voice was so low that only Chu He heard it, and turned back and quietly made a "hush" gesture to him.

Yu Jingzhong walked back with Yan Lanyu all the way, followed by Zhou Hui and Chu He. I saw that the wooden fence on the open ground had completely decayed. When I pushed it, I dropped the slag. Yu Jingzhong simply kicked it. When I stepped closer, I saw that it was a graveyard!

The stone tablets lined up are all tombstones, and the names and nicknames are scribbled in Japanese. Some coffins have been shocked with a horn, exposing rotten black wood.

"Still inside," Yan Lanyu whispered.

Yu Jingzhong understood something in a trance, but didn't say it. He only patted his hand and walked deeper into the cemetery to the happiness of the pastoral family.

The open space is not large, spanning several old tombs, and a relatively torn tombstone appears in front of it. A thin-plate coffin shook halfway out of the ground, the edge of the plate cracked and decayed, the white stone body had been shaken and cracked, but the flashlight reflected the handwriting engraved on it was still very clear.

The owner of the tomb is Yan Jing.

Yan Lanyu struggled to the ground, staggered forward, staring blankly at the tombstone.

The night is like a long river, never ending. The wind blew past the decayed coffin of the cemetery, with ancient resentment and weeping, and ran towards the vast snowfield in the distant moonlight.

Yan Lanyu knelt on the ground, picked up the soil and sprinkled on the coffin. He probably wanted to bury the coffin back into the soil, but the area that was shaken out was too large, and the frozen ground was so hard that he couldn't bury the cold thin coffin at all.

Yu Jingzhong slowly knelt down and held his trembling hand.

"Don't..." he choked, "Don't do this..."

Yan Lanyu looked at him blankly. There was a deep, boneless confusion deep in his eyes, as if he was in an icy and snowy ground, with cold winds and heavy snow everywhere, completely lost his way.

"After waiting for me to return to Beijing..." Yu Jingzhong's throat knot swept violently, and the sound sounded as if there were some sour lumps in the throat: "When I return to Beijing, I will send someone to transport this coffin back to China... ...Shipped back home for burial..."

"We can bury him in his hometown, where he was born, and finally failed to go back..."

Tears came from Yan Lanyu's eyes, and he dropped on the ground along his cold cheeks like white paper.

Yu Jingzhong helped him up, looked at the cold and broken stone monument under the moonlight, and bowed deeply. When he got up again, he looked up and felt the hot liquid flowing back from the eye socket into the nasal cavity, which was the extremely sour and spicy taste he had never felt in his life.

"Thank you..." Yan Lanyu said softly.

Yu Jingzhong hugged him tightly, as hard as he would never separate again, and even each other's heartbeats passed through the chest cavity, undulating together.

Not far away, Zhou Hui rubbed his nose, pretending to look around casually, and suddenly asked, "Will you cry when you bury me?"

Chu He said coldly: "No."

"……Hey!"

"When you are dying, dig a pit by yourself, and help me dig one by the way. When the time comes, call Maha to fill the soil, and Caluro reads the great god, and it's almost enough.

Zhou Hui blinked his eyes at Chu He, but the latter looked at the front. Junxiu's profile didn't show any expression under the moonlight.

"..." Zhou Hui asked for a while, "Do you really want to do this?"

"Yes."

"No, no. Although I'm very touched when you say that, the problem is..."

"It's not up to you to decide," Chu He interrupted. "It's not even me who ‘decided’, but I always thought from my own... Do you know what the world is like after death?"

Zhou Hui frowned slightly.

"We have been living in hell, but **** is not the end of the journey. The farther kingdom is where the gods can't see, hear, or perceive. There is a quiet ground all year round, and there is no light in the eternal darkness. With the sound, the lonely soul becomes eternal as a floating dust, drifting into the distance..."

"That's the kingdom of death."

Chu River crossed his face, and his clear eyes looked at someone on Zhouhui Island.

"When I was very young, I wanted to live forever with people I thought I liked, and there was no end to it for a long time. But then I discovered how naive and stupid it was, and the spiritual rebirth of Nirvana was ten thousand times more painful than the one of *. "

"When I feel the most painful, I want to come alone to take me, as long as it is an individual. Sometimes there is also the idea of ​​compromise, but I think there may be someone who really belongs to me in the distance, he is asking me Came in the direction of, I can't get up and leave before he arrives..."

"Then when I saw you, I thought this man had finally arrived. Fortunately, I didn't betray him."

"...Phoenix..." Zhou Hui murmured.

"At first I felt that I was ominous, and I was afraid of being discovered by you, and then you turned around and left. In fact, I would not chase you if you left, because I was really too scared." Chu He paused, bringing a little Slightly laughed at himself: "But then, when I thought you might like the Snow Mountain Goddess, suddenly that anger overwhelmed the fear. I don't even remember the mood to fight the King Jiang Sanshi Ming and Snow Mountain God brazenly. , I just felt extremely angry. I was not awakened until I was brought back to Zhoushan later, ah, it turned out that I lost my temper, it turned out that when people are truly full of love, they will be hysterical, irrational, and Things that are not self-contained."

"That's not overstretching..." Zhou Hui denied hoarsely.

"I felt like that at the time." Chu He laughed: "My perception has been distorted for a long time, and I have suffered and suffered, like being on thin ice, self-repressed and disgusted. I evade to admit my love, because that is true It’s too fragile, like putting a knife that can stab yourself into your hand, like a fish on a chopping board, and then killing it from the neck."

"I've never experienced that terrible feeling. The blind attachment and dependence on Shakyah at that time was obviously so dangerous, and there was even a risk of life at any time, but it never gave me such a discovery that my dead hole is generally weak and Helpless, full of sweetness and unwilling to extricate themselves from despair."

Zhou Hui looked at Chu River for a long time and finally asked: "When did it start?"

"I don't remember," Chu He thought for a while, and said: "It should be the first time I was invaded by Shakyah, and almost killed you. When I woke up, your whole body was **** and said to me, "It's okay." Right."

He raised his hand and pressed lightly between Zhou Hui's chest and abdomen, rubbing carefully for a moment.

That was the place where Zhou Hui was seriously injured by the Phoenix attack, but healed many years ago, leaving no scars.

"That sentence is true," he said with a slight smile: "When you fall in love with someone, it's as if you've become a weak underbelly and you die at the touch; it's like you suddenly put on the armor, and you will be invincible from now on.

Zhou Hui held his hand, and the two palms pressed tightly together.

"But you are a phoenix, you can actually live forever..."

Chu He shook his head.

"It's dark and cold there," he said, "I want to go to that world with you, for you and I can always be invincible."

A bright moon gradually sinks west.

In the distance, thousands of miles of snowfields, the cold wind roaring, the towering temple on the top of the glacier. The lonely little phoenix finally lifted his tear-stained face and smiled from the void.

Farther away, Hell Iron Wheel Mountain stretches for thousands of miles; Peacock Ming King stands on the cliff of the blood sea, and the Dapeng bird is spreading its golden wings and soaring from the sky dome.

Hell is not surrounded by mountains, and the faint red mist emanating from the magic eyes spread over the mountains.

There is a small wooden house on the top of the mountain, the grass path of the courtyard, the fence is crooked.

The cluster of asura flowers planted by the Phoenix Ming King by the side of the steps finally swayed and bloomed slowly in the everlasting wind of hell.