"There is such a kind of bird called an owl. It often lives in the shadows. It lies dormant during the day and comes out at night. It feeds on rats and pests. It is a nocturnal bird of prey. Among the people, it is called a soul-chasing bird, a mourning bird, or an ominous bird.
The bird symbolizes misfortune and death." The old man's eyes kept hovering on Jiang Yichen and he said slowly, "Are you willing to be the night owl that exorcises evil and punishes evil in the shadows, and removes corruption and cures poison?"
Although the young man's face was wrapped with gauze, his mouth could still move. Even if he didn't want to make a sound, the old man really wanted to see those lips move even a little bit.
No, Jiang Yichen, who was leaning on the wooden bed, was like a statue. No matter how much the world turned upside down, he didn't seem to have any emotions at all.
"If you are willing, come to the ferry tomorrow. First go to Yao Valley with Yao Lao to recover from your injuries, and then go to Tai Chi Village. I will greet Cheng Lao and Weng Lao and pave the way for you to practice Shuangxue Zhenqi.
The road to great success, and then, whether it’s the Tusita Gang or the Red Sect, we will settle the blood debts one by one with these monsters and ghosts." The old man told Jiang Yichen his plan. Obviously, he very much hopes that tomorrow
I met this young man at the ferry.
"If you don't want to leave Xishan Island for a while, you might as well stay here. This is the muscle-building and rejuvenating ointment given by Yao Lao. For the injuries on your face, you need to change the ointment every three days. If you insist on it for half a year, it will be back to normal.
The amount of medicine given by Yao Lao is more than enough for a year. The medicine powder and plaster for other injuries on your body will also be prepared for you for a month. There will be no other people left on the island. The deceased is gone, so don’t use it.
The most important thing is to live a sad life, take good care of yourself, and take good care of your body and bones." The old man took out an exquisite medicine bottle from his arms and placed it on the wooden table. He didn't want to say these words, but he had to.
He said that if Jiang Yichen chose to stay on Xishan Island, this would probably be his last instruction to the young man.
"Next, I'm afraid I won't have much time to come to the island. As for whether you are willing to return to the disputes in the world in the future... it all depends on your own wishes." When he finished speaking, the old man had already stepped out of the wooden house and walked.
After taking a few steps, I looked back and saw that the young man was still like a stone carving. I expected that he was too drunk and would not be harmed by alcoholism, so he stopped saying any words and thought about it in his mind. After having nothing to worry about, he left sadly.
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The next morning at the ferry, the old man, who was always punctual, took an unprecedented delay of half a cup of tea before setting off. However, the young man did not appear after all.
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Xishan Island in winter is still as spring-like as autumn, bathing in the vitality of spring and feeling the refreshing autumn atmosphere, which is nothing compared to the snow and biting cold wind in the twelfth lunar month.
Beside the green pond, there is a huge stone, a young man, and a jar of wine.
This is the most common sight most of the year.
A year ago, this place was still a pool of blood, but before the old man left, Diecuitan had been restored to its usual scenery.
Time is the best antidote, and it has erased the faint fishy smell. Under the beautiful scenery, who would have known that this place would have been the burial place of nearly twenty lives.
However, time is also a poison that grows stronger with time. Indelible memories become blurry and clear in the mind, and the scars in the heart that are difficult to heal only become deeper and deeper and cannot be calmed down.
After the old man left, although Jiang Yichen did not shed tears all day long, he gradually became lost and numb in his sorrow and sorrow.
In the beginning, he stayed in front of Huo Yinniang's tomb every day, expressing his remembrance with his heart. They had been together day and night for thirteen years, but when they met again after half a year of separation, they were separated by life and death. It was really the pain of separation of flesh and blood.
Later, he wandered around Xishan Island, recalling the past of the owners of the same tombstones, and chatting with them to relieve his loneliness.
Later, he discovered wine on the island, the unique Zuihuayin of Xishan Island. He often heard that wine could relieve sorrow, so he began to try drinking.
Wine can drown sorrows, and wine can relieve worries.
Some people can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and some people can stay drunk for a thousand years with just one drop of wine.
Many people talk nonsense when they are drunk, while some people drink too much and just fall asleep silently.
Jiang Yichen is the kind of person who doesn't drink at all and gets drunk even if he does. He is also the kind of person who falls unconscious after one sip of wine.
There are not many Zuihua Yin left on the island, only about ten jars of wine, but for Jiang Yichen, who dreams of falling into a foreign country every time he takes a sip, ten jars of wine are enough for him to drink three times a day.
It’s been five years.
A sad person is afraid of being quiet, so he goes to the edge of Pincui Pond and listens to the incessant noise of the waterfall. A quiet person is afraid of being sober, so he spends his days in a muddle through drinking. Perhaps only in dreams can he trace back those things that are far away.
Go to happiness and beauty.
If there was any extra color to his life on the island, it was the arrival of Murong Jing.
On the twentieth morning after the fall of Xishan Island, Murong Jing took a break from his busy schedule and groped to Xishan Island alone to visit the brother he was thinking about.
Seeing that Jiang Yichen was hopeless and in self-exile, Murong Jing cursed loudly, but when he saw that it had little effect, he was heartbroken and helpless, so Murong Jing chose to drink with him and share his worries.
After that, Murong Jing would sneak up to Xishan Island every few months to drink with him.
Every time he drank, Murong Jing would first talk to him eloquently about the situation in the world. After most of the time, he would allow him to take a sip, because after this sip, it was already the next day when he woke up.
Occasionally, someone else came.
The person who came was a woman. The woman stared at him for a long time, with confusion and sadness in her eyes.
Thinking about it, she couldn't see his appearance or recognize who he was. In fact, he didn't even recognize himself anymore. He didn't apply medicine on time according to the old man's instructions. It wasn't until Murong Jing arrived that he changed his medicine.
After taking the medicine for the first time, he changed the medicine intermittently on his own. However, because he missed the best opportunity for treatment, even though the skin-stimulating and rejuvenating ointment was a miracle medicine, it could not restore his former appearance.
The skin on his face was naturally missing, which also made him look unusually thin. His body, which was not getting enough every day, although not exactly skinny, had become sharp-edged and skeletal.
However, the woman still recognized him, and when she rushed towards him, he also recognized her. She was Ruolan.
Yes, whoever comes to Xishan Island at this time must be here for him. No matter how he changes, he will always be the only one on the island, and Ruolan will never find this place on his own. It must be Murong.
brought by Jing.
The moment the beauty fell into his arms, he suddenly recalled the scene where he met Tao Xianweng by chance in Jiangning County. At this moment, he seemed to understand what love was.
Seeing the tears in Ruolan's eyes, he retreated. He did not dare to accept her love because he felt he was not worthy, and he did not dare to delay her youth.
Ruolan felt Jiang Yichen's withdrawal and indifference, but still forced a smile. She knew that she was here to accompany him. It was enough.
Like Murong Jing, she came to chat with him and drink with him, although he was always silent and he was always the first to get drunk.
Ruolan is not as free to come and go in Yichun Court as Murong Jing, but as long as conditions permit, she will come to the island regardless of rain or shine, just to take a look at him.
Both Ruolan and Murong Jing came to accompany Jiang Yichen without telling the old man, but the old man could hide it even if he wanted to. The old man also hoped that they could awaken the young people on the island with brotherly love and youthful love.
Today, Ruolan and Murong Jing came to Xishan Island again, and came to the place where Jiang Yichen spent most time, Diecuitan. However, this time they only saw the drunken flowers beside the pool but did not find the confused young man.
They searched for a whole day, but could not find any trace of Jiang Yichen until nightfall. Also missing was the black general who had always been by his side.
The next day, Murong Jing and Ruo Lan, who were limited by time, could no longer stay on Xishan Island, so they had no choice but to leave first and see each other the next day.
But when they went to the island again two months later, Jiang Yichen was still missing. Even though they searched the island again, they still found nothing.
"Brother Murong, do you think he can, can he..." Ruolan wiped the sweat from her forehead, bit her red lips, and stopped talking.
"Don't worry, Xiao Lan'er, that kid will live in ruins, but he will never seek short-sightedness." Murong Jing raised his eyes and looked at the sky. The sun was just beginning. Although it was winter, it was unbearably hot, just like the scorching summer heat. He spread out his folding fan.
Lan shaded herself from the sun to get rid of the heat. Suddenly, as if she thought of something, she turned around and said with a smile, "Maybe we won't use it in the future."
"You mean?" Ruolan was confused, but seeing the smile on Murong Jing's face, it was definitely not a bad thing, so she felt a little hopeful.
"This kid, who has been living in a dream for a year, must have finally woken up by now." Murong Jing said firmly.