Fu Canglu

Chapter 184 Shuiyue
"This is the land of eternal life."

"My general, read your name, engrave your face, carve your soul into jade, and weave your sorrows and joys into music."

"Finally, in the real eternal night, please enjoy this eternal life to the fullest!"

His Highness did not expect that the second stele would be in the dumb girl's room.

The inscription stopped abruptly.

Yi Xiao touched this inscription over and over again. This inscription was slightly different from the vermilion inscription in the fog. The broken back was also the trace of being cut off with a single knife, but it was revealed that it was not the inscription on the top. One side of the stone tablet is black, but a yellowish bronze color, it seems that it is not a pair with the previous stone tablet.

Filled with joy, the dumb girl put down the paper and pen, then trotted around the room, checking over and over again that the wooden doors and windows had been closed.

In the end, she picked up the yellow paper and leaded wooden pen again, and sat carelessly across from the little highness, without hiding her gaze, sitting cross-legged with her chin in thought, staring at the little highness's face.

She gently kneaded the fine syllables in her throat, then lowered her eyebrows and eyes, and the wooden pen moved around, outlining the outline of a boy on the yellowed paper, and then added in detail, face, expression, nuances, eyebrows and eyes , hair
Into the drawing paper is the appearance of His Royal Highness's meticulous observation of the stele.

While carefully examining the second stele, Yi Xiao compared the second inscription with the first inscription in his mind.

"I understand a little bit." His Highness caressed the words on the scarlet stone tablet carefully.

The section where the scarlet color is the most abundant.

"My general, read your name, engrave your face, carve your soul into jade, and weave your sorrows and joys into music."

This paragraph of text was cut off.

Yi Xiao looked calm.

"Speak your name, engrave your face, carve your soul into jade, and weave your sorrows and joys into music." He murmured, "I remember the owner of the Inn on which the sun never sets, from the time I saw him , has been carving jade!"

The man in the red shirt who was sitting in front of the steps of the Sun Never Set Inn had always made himself feel weird about carving jade, but after seeing him, he seemed to restrain his jade carving again.

Yi Xiao rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and continued to look. After this paragraph of text, there were obvious traces of broken text, and the engraver engraved new content directly
"Finally, in the real eternal night, please enjoy this eternal life to the fullest!"

"The real eternal night?"

His Highness was puzzled, whether it was according to the jade carving boss or the dumb girl holding the paper, after the dawn of Sunset Town, there will be eternal night, and this inscription seems to imply that they The eternal night mentioned is not the real eternal night!
He subconsciously moved his gaze away from the inscription, and saw that the dumb girl was quietly drawing on himself with a drawing paper.

His Royal Highness subconsciously thought of the matter that the red shirt boss had carved jade for him earlier.

The content on that inscription!

I will engrave your face!

Carve your soul into jade!
Yi Xiao's face was gloomy, and in an instant, the lotus came out of its sheath, and a cold light was drawn like a spirit snake. In the panicked eyes of the dumb girl, she stretched out a sword. Shred all the scrolls in the sky into shreds.

Yi Xiao squinted her eyes, watching the confetti fluttering down in the sky, the dumb girl who was sitting no more than three feet away from her was pale, her expression of joy from before was stiff, and her smile froze.

"Are you drawing me?"

Yi Xiao spoke word by word, fixedly staring at the dumb girl who was sitting cross-legged and staring at her.

Such an inscription gives extremely obvious hints.

The restless and well-intentioned owner of the inn that never sets the sun, was obviously carving himself into the jade before, and wanted to carve himself into the jade, as for what would happen after he carved into the jade.
it goes without saying.

And the dumb girl secretly drew herself on the paper while she was looking at the stele, did she have the same idea as the man in the red shirt?

The mute girl's expression was extremely complicated, her drawing paper was overturned by Yi Xiao's sword, and the portrait of a young man who had been drawing for a long time had been turned into confetti, and at this moment a sword with a cold light was touching her throat forward.

There was an imperceptible Qi Qiran in her eyes, her face was full of tears, she gritted her teeth and raised her arms, pointing to a place in the room with her slender little finger.

Yi Xiao frowned and raised her head, and saw that the most conspicuous place in the room the dumb girl was pointing to was a framed portrait hanging on the wooden wall.

In the portrait, a boy in black is holding a sword in both hands. Although he is dusty, his face is still calm, and he looks at himself through the time and space of the portrait.

lifelike.

Did you draw it when you stepped into this small town?
It turns out that I have already entered the painting, and if I think about it carefully, if this dumb girl is thinking of harming me, why bother to go to the Sun Never Set Inn to remind myself.

What's more, Yi Xiao knew very well that this place was the skeleton of the Buddha of the Six Paths, and according to the words of the Zishan great master, it was just a game for him.

And the dumb girl's previous act of forcibly breaking the rules was undoubtedly taking a huge risk.

It turned out that he had misunderstood her.

Think about this.

Jian Guang flipped back.

Yi Xiao looked at the dumb girl bowing her head in silence, her face was full of sadness, she was a little stunned, and didn't know how to speak.

The mute girl saw the sword light that was hitting her throat and then withdrew it. She lowered her eyebrows and covered her slender eyelashes. She stood up silently, and slowly picked up the shredded papers on the floor. put together.

Put together a broken afterimage.

Yi Xiao was a little heartbroken. Seeing the portrait that had been shattered by the sword energy being spliced ​​together bit by bit by the dumb girl, she couldn't bear it, and said softly, "I'll help you."

The dumb girl raised her head, and saw that the little Highness was really serious about putting together the afterimage, and in the end, she could only make out the appearance of a young boy watching the stele.

She pursed her lips slightly, unable to tell what expression she was in.

Yi Xiao kept lowering her head, seeing that she couldn't put together a complete drawing, she could only smile helplessly: "Why don't you draw a new one for me?"

Then Yi Xiao looked up and saw the dumb girl laughing through tears.

The little highness rubbed his nose and said with a dumbfounded smile: "Sure enough, it's a girl's family, and her mind is really elusive."

The dumb girl glared at the little highness with anger and resentment, trotted to the wooden table, embraced a thick stack of drawing paper again, and sat down carelessly.

Yi Xiao didn't refuse this time, and smiled and asked her to paint.

The dumb girl made a gesture, signaling His Highness to turn his eyes to the stele and redraw the portrait of a young man looking at the stele.

From the corner of her eyes, Yi Xiao caught a glimpse of the dumb girl who lowered her head and was serious about painting. She kept looking at the stele, and subconsciously asked, "What's your name?"

The dumb girl was startled for a moment, she took out a piece of drawing paper, and the tip of the pen rustled down.

Yi Xiao caught a glimpse of the drawing paper turned upside down by the dumb girl, and there were two beautiful characters written on it.

her name.

"Shuiyue." Yi Xiao murmured and repeated, still maintaining the same movement of watching the stele, and asked with a smile: "How long have you lived in this town?"

The mute girl's drawing action stopped.

With a complicated expression, she bit her lower lip and shook her head slightly, her movements were extremely slow.

Then there were a few more words on the drawing paper: "I can't remember."

Yi Xiao took a deep breath.

If what the Zishan great national teacher said is true, then the people who can come here are already dead.

Just like what the red shirt boss said, people in this small town will not feel pain or hunger, and they will not suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death.

Because he has already died, and entered this prison with his soul, how can he still feel these feelings?

And this adorable little girl is undoubtedly one of them.

Yi Xiao sighed lightly.

He continued, "What about the rest of the town?"

The dumb girl quietly wrote on the paper, answering Yi Xiao's question.

"Yong Ye is coming soon, they won't come out."

Pause slightly and continue writing.

"Every day is suffering, because everyone will slowly forget."

Yi Xiao frowned slightly.

He raised his head and saw that in this small room, except for the portrait hanging in the most obvious place, it was densely covered with yellowed scrolls.

All kinds of characters were drawn on these yellowed paper scrolls. Yi Xiao squinted his eyes and looked at some of the most conspicuous ones. A Buddhist monk with all his troubles
The entire wall is covered with yellowed drawing paper!

Lowering her head again, Yi Xiao saw the dumb girl writing a long paragraph on the paper.

"I can't remember how long I have been here. There are many people in this town, and they are all the same. Day after day, they gradually get lost, and finally lose their memory, forget where they came from, and finally want to come from Where to go. All I can do is to draw all these on paper and remind myself over and over again.”

"After every Eternal Night, I seem to forget some, and some more."

"Sometimes I think, if I forget everything, I can be relieved."

The mute girl had a complicated complexion, and she forced out a smile, which was more of a self-deprecating one.

"But where does the relief come from?"

Yi Xiao looked at the heavy words written in relaxed handwriting on the drawing paper, and remained silent for a long time.

Then he held out a hand.

The mute girl was startled slightly.

His Highness raised his head with a smile and looked directly at her: "Pen."

Shuiyue handed out the wooden pen whose lead was somewhat blunted.

Yi Xiao took a deep look at the mute girl, then he lowered his head, smiled, and began to draw on a piece of yellowed drawing paper.

The lead at the tip of the pen touched the paper, and the sound was soft.

rustling.

"This pen is really nostalgic to use." Yi Xiao laughed at himself after holding the pen, then lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and sketched carefully.

His Royal Highness is already proficient in calligraphy and painting, and it is easy to describe faces.

It's just that he writes very slowly, as if a lot of hard work has been poured into the tip of the pen, but the tip is very light, and he doesn't want to be stained with too much past.

On the drawing paper is a little girl with her hands on her knees and curious eyes.

The pen is neither light nor heavy.

His face was neither happy nor sad.

It just makes people feel loved.

Shuiyue and the person on the drawing paper looked at each other, in a trance for a moment.

"Shuiyue." Yi Xiao handed over the drawing paper and the wooden brush, and said softly, "Trust me. One day, I will leave here."

His Highness turned his back and sighed softly.

He lightly touched the second scarlet stone tablet.

On the top of the stele there, a line of words was carved in extremely distorted handwriting.

It seems to be reminding myself.

"This is hell.

Of course, only evil spirits were imprisoned. "

The little highness looked at the extremely conspicuous line of words in vermilion, and could only sigh.

The dumb girl behind slowly took the drawing paper, held it up high, and looked at the person in the painting that made her feel pity, with a complicated expression.

With a look of joy and sadness, she quietly looked at the person in the painting, with tears drying on her face, and finally squeezed out a smile, folded it up carefully, and put it in her arms.

(End of this chapter)