Longevity begins with slaying demons and eliminating demons

Chapter 105 Gone With The Wind

Dawn is coming.

The eastern sky began to turn white, and the stars lost their brilliance, and the silhouetted sky was dyed a dreamy rose color.

The darkness in the house seemed to be blown away by the morning wind.

The young man was wearing a green shirt and holding a writing brush, sitting next to the desk. His handsome face was as clear and clean as the morning dew.

"Miss Lu," Gu Xu said softly, "Actually, I don't mind. Really."

Lu Shiyao's remnant soul did not respond.

In the quiet room, the only sound was her suppressed sobbing.

Gu Xu sighed.

He knows that man is a magical creature.

They can be very strong and can withstand any unimaginable pain when necessary; but in the end they are always easily planted in very soft places.

For example, Lu Shiyao's remnant soul, for the obsession of revenge, waited tenaciously in this long dark night for 15 years, but when he saw the dawn of dawn, he could no longer restrain the urge to cry.

Gu Xu felt that he should try to comfort this painful girl.

According to her mood records on colorful flower paper, after her mother died, she hardly showed a smile.

Therefore, Gu Xu hopes that when she disappears into the world, she can temporarily let go of her past sadness.

"Miss Lu... Miss Shiyao?"

"……Um?"

"Has anyone told you before that your name sounds nice?"

"No... no."

"Did your father do it for you?"

"No, it's...it's my mother."

"Then now, I want to tell you seriously," Gu Xu turned around with a smile on his face, "'Miss Lu, you have a nice name'."

"Thank you... thank you."

"Because... the moment I heard your name for the first time, I once thought of a sentence-'Life is not only about the present, but also poetry and the distance'.

"Although it sounds a little illusory, we can still have a little hope for the future after all—at least it won't make us too painful and confused."

While speaking, Gu Xu thought of his "unlucky genius".

If it weren't for his hope for the future, he wouldn't try his best to fight for that slim chance of survival.

Lu Shiyao didn't say a word, but the sobbing suddenly stopped.

She was listening to him carefully.

"Qi Ling once said that it was a pity that we were not able to live in the same era," Gu Xu paused for a moment, then continued, "Actually... I also feel pity for this.

"Because, if we were born in the same era, I would at least have a competitor who was equal in talent and learning, and could experience the joy of meeting opponents.

"It won't be like now, where you can only stand on the top of the mountain alone, sighing 'how lonely it is to be invincible'."

Lu Shiyao suddenly laughed.

Her laugh is like her person, soft, restrained, restrained.

But Gu Xu could feel that her mood seemed to become a lot easier.

"Master, you are so confident." She said in a hoarse voice.

"Thank you for the compliment." Gu Xu responded with a smile.

Chu Fengge stood aside, silently listening to the conversation between the two.

"Gu Xu, how come he is better at bragging than me?" He couldn't help complaining in his heart.

…………

When the first ray of sunlight shone into Suxueyuan, Gu Xu stood up and left the room where tears and blood flowed together with Chu Fengge.

The moment he crossed the threshold, he turned his head for one last look, and then walked forward unswervingly.

He was also in a hurry to go to the Exorcist Department of Qingzhou Prefecture to receive his own meritorious service, which he could exchange for elixirs and improve his cultivation.

Sadness and melancholy are undoubtedly extremely extravagant emotions for him.

His life in this world, just at the beginning, was already at dusk.

He must seize every minute, run with all his might, to hold on to that sliver of hope before death catches up with him.

…………

Walking through the corridor, through the courtyard, through the hallway and the hanging flower gate, and around the mottled screen wall of the south gate, Gu Xu and Chu Fengge finally walked out of the gate of the Lu residence.

Wei Jiusi, a thousand household in Qingzhou Prefecture, had already prepared his carriage and was waiting for them outside the gate.

And those exorcist practitioners who were once trapped in the haunted house also left this terrifying ice prison one after another at this time, with the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe clearly written on their faces.

"Master Gu successfully solved the evil ghosts in the haunted house. He is indeed a great hero of my Qingzhou Mansion." As soon as he saw Gu Xu, Wei Jiusi immediately welcomed him into the carriage and said enthusiastically, "Sure enough, just like the rumors, young and energetic For, wisdom and bravery.

"The chief minister already knows about this matter. Master Gu, after you return to the Yamen, he wants to have an air-to-air conversation with you using the communication circle."

Wei Jiusi is a five-rank thousand household, and Gu Xu is an eight-rank experience.

Logically speaking, Wei Jiusi could call Gu Xu by his first name.

However, maybe he felt that Gu Xu had an extraordinary background, maybe he was shocked by Gu Xu's astonishing efficiency in solving Lu's haunted house overnight, or maybe he thought that Gu Xu was about to be rewarded and reused by the chief executive, but he inadvertently used called "adult".

"Miss Wei, you're flattering me." The corners of Gu Xu's mouth twitched slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

History really is a little girl who can be dressed up.

Inadvertently, that lonely and melancholy girl became a "ghost who did many evils"; and Tang Hui, who tortured and killed innocent people, became a gentleman who killed his relatives righteously.

When boarding the carriage, Gu Xu finally glanced at the abandoned Lu family's old house.

I saw its walls crumbling and deserted.

The snow and ice have long since melted.

The traces of blood have long since faded away.

It's like throwing all the devoured birds into the forest, and leaving a piece of white land, it's so clean.

At this time, Gu Xu suddenly found a pale pink flower note in his pocket.

He took it out and found that there was a line of words written on it in lower letters with beautiful hairpin flowers:

"May your son be well and live forever."

…………

At the same time, inside Su Xuezhai.

"Jinghong Pen" Qi Ling stood in front of the window, looking at the eastern sky.

Beside her, at some point, a slender girl appeared.

Her body was translucent, floating three inches above the ground.

She was wearing a blood-stained plain white dress, half of her face was beautiful and beautiful, but the other half of her face was bloody, sunken and deformed, and the wound was horrific.

On her wrists, she also wore a pair of heavy shackles.

Scars, shackles, and hoarse voices are all the imprints of hatred on her remnant soul.

Over the years, it was these hatreds that made her a feared demon in the Qingzhou Lu Mansion.

But now, she is looking at the rising sun, with a silly smile on her face, like an innocent child.

At her feet, there were more than 20 pieces of torn colored paper scattered.

Various messages were written on the paper.

For example, "Lucky stars all the way, summoning the tripod and Qizhong, rich and powerful, rich and honorable life test", such as "Life is happy in knowing each other", such as "The bosom friend is sincere, and you can't say goodbye", such as "Young master smiles very much like you sunny"……

But she was dissatisfied with all of them and tore them all to shreds.

In the end, what she sent to Gu Xu's pocket was just a simple sentence - "May your son be well and live forever."

"Ah Hong, do you know what makes me the happiest now?" She said to Qi Ling.

"Miss, what is it?"

"I didn't let him see my ugly appearance," she said with a smile. "In this way, he will remember me as the flawless me on the mural."

Qi Ling sighed softly.

She knew that her young lady had been growing up in an environment of indifference and lack of love, any little kindness from the outside world would be firmly recorded in her heart.

Just like the Shuyan back then, to a large extent, it was just fulfilling the duty of a maid.But Lu Shiyao regarded her as a true heart-to-heart friend, and kept her by his side inseparably, for fear that she would leave.

The same may be true of the "Eternal Young Master" who just left today.

Others thought that she was the famous "No. [-] Beauty in Jiaodong", the most dazzling talented woman in the Lu family, and the proud daughter of heaven who possessed a famous weapon.

But in fact, she is just a girl shivering in the severe winter, curled up in a corner, longing for the sunshine of early spring.

"Ah Hong, you have to know, he is a very dazzling person," Lu Shiyao said softly, "like the sun in the morning, he can dispel all shadows.

"Standing beside him, a person like me who has been distorted by hatred will really feel ashamed..."

"Miss..." Qi Ling sighed softly, and quietly grabbed her sleeve.

The sun gradually rose, casting warm rays on them.

At this moment, the shackles on Lu Shiyao's wrists disappeared, the blood on her skirt disappeared, and the scars on her face also disappeared.

She has returned to her once beautiful appearance.

"Ah Hong, no matter what, tomorrow is a new day, right?"

As she spoke, together with the spirit, it turned into a dreamlike golden bubble, and then gradually dissipated.

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The top of Yishan Mountain.

This is a place that is almost isolated from the world, where ice and snow that have not melted for thousands of years are piled up.

This is the territory of the Snow Maiden, and it is also a restricted area for the human race.

At this moment, a young girl stood on the top of the mountain, overlooking the earth from a high position.

She is slender, wearing a plain white dress, standing barefoot on top of the white snow, her long black hair fluttering in the wind.

On her body, there are only two colors - the deepest black, and the purest and brightest white.

In this snow field, she looked extraordinarily pure and clear, with a soft luster on her skin.

It's as perfect as a doll carved out of ice.

And on her face, there was no expression, and she looked extraordinarily indifferent.

She was silent for a long time, and finally spoke slowly.

"Really annoying."

Her voice is ethereal, melodious, ethereal, without any emotion.

Like the ice of this cold mountain.

　Say a few gossip~

　　When writing this chapter, I spent an hour and a half brewing emotions, and spent nearly three hours writing.

　　During this process, I cycled Stack's "The Other Side of Dreams" countless times. I thought of the English title of "Gone with the Wind", Gone with the Wind, the ending of "The Daughter of the Sea", and the phrase "Dream of Red Mansions". The vast expanse of white land is so clean."

　　The reason why it took so much time is because by now, Lu Shiyao's character design is very different from what I set in my earliest outline.

　　However, I personally feel that one of the great joys of writing a book is that when the character in the pen is out of control, she/he will do many things that even the author did not expect.

　　In addition, when I was writing the protagonist's poems and spells, the phrase "a piece of white land is so clean" was always in my mind, but I always felt that it was not suitable for the move, so I replaced it with the sentence with a similar image "Birds Flying Over Thousand Mountains"... But in the end, the fit was a little bit worse.If you have better ideas, you can also put them forward.

　　PS: There will be another chapter later.But it will be late, so you can watch it tomorrow morning. (Writing this chapter is too mentally exhausting, I need to rest for a while)

　　
　
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