Heavenly Dao Formula

After the other party turned and left, Li shook his ears and said, "Leave him alone, let's complete the princess's entrustment first."

"Yeah." Xia Fan looked at the other party's gradual memorization before moving closer to Shiting.

Although this is not a royal cemetery, it is obviously not a place where anyone can be buried. For example, there is only one tombstone in this burial site. The pavilion is more like a shelter, covering the heavy stele to prevent it from being exposed to the sun and rain. Before entering the stone pavilion, there is a slender staircase.

However, the long years have made these creations become old and mottled, and the moss has climbed all the way from the pillars to the roof. The surrounding area is full of fallen leaves, and the deposited water vapor can't escape, so it ferments and deposits here, and it smells like a rot of rotten wood.

The sweepers seem to care more about the cleanliness of the roads here, and will not go deep into these tombs.

Following the bluestone pedal to the tombstone, Xia Fan gave a soft hey.

"What's wrong?" Li asked behind him.

"Here... someone has been here."

"Let's take a look." The fox demon leaned forward and took a close look at the altar below his eyes. "Indeed, the incense in this ash basin should have been burned not long ago, at most...just a day or two."

"Not only that." Xia Fan pointed to the stele and said, "The stone used in this tombstone is basically the same as the pavilion, but it is much better than the pavilion in terms of cleanliness and cracking. This shows that someone is taking care of this place, and the frequency It's not low. Otherwise, the rain will come in, and the edges of the stele should be covered with moss."

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"Will it be the princess's friend?"

"According to Ning Wanjun, no one in Shangyuan City can do this for her." Xia Fan shook his head. "A friend who is close to her can visit the grave frequently. How could she have no idea? ."

Li's eyes moved, with a look of surprise, "Could it be that... is that person?"

"This doesn't make sense. If the emperor still misses the third princess's biological mother, why should she fall into this situation? Even if she regrets it later, she can move her cemetery to the royal cemetery on the top of the mountain." Xia Fan thought, "The most important thing is that the concubine is dead, but the daughter is still alive. If the emperor realizes his mistake, he will definitely find the opportunity to communicate with Ning Wanjun. But in fact, the princess went to the border all the way to the enfeoffment. Jinxia City has no tendency to reconcile with the other party. This can only show that the emperor has never paid attention to his third daughter at all."

"That's right." Li scratched the back of his head. "Then I can't think of other possibilities."

"I'm afraid Ning Wanjun can't guess the answer, so let's not waste our efforts."

Xia Fan took out a handful of joss sticks, lit them and worshiped them three times before the tomb, and then inserted them into the ash basin.

The green smoke rose slowly, climbed up along the tombstone, and quickly disappeared into the cold white mist.

Across the smoke, Xia Fan remembered the other party's name.

Autumn rhyme.

When he was about to return, Qianyan suddenly asked to go to another cemetery.

Not far from the place where the concubine was buried, there were only two forks away, but it was obviously much desolate.

And it's more like a cemetery for a unified burial-both the size and shape of the stone tablets are quite the same, and they are neatly discharged far away.

"It's still here..." Qianyan's tone revealed a hint of surprise, "I thought that after so long, they would have moved in with someone else."

The argument of moving in made Xia Fan's heart tremble slightly, "Have you been here?"

"From Yong Dynasty to Qiguo, there have been many battles around Shangyuan. The Fang family disciples and the living dead who died for this were buried in this cemetery."

He then noticed that there were more than one name engraved on each tombstone, and some even as many as ten.

Before a tombstone, Qianyan stopped and slowly squatted down.

"Do you need joss sticks?" Xia Fan asked.

"No need." She shook her head and whispered, "No matter what is left here, it won't reach them."

"Xia Fan." Li suddenly pulled the corner of his clothes and whispered in his ear, "Look at the name on the tablet..."

Xia Fan squinted for a while, and opened her mouth wide in surprise.

I saw one of them writing the word Qianzhi impressively!

And before and after this person, there are several names beginning with a thousand.

"What's going on?" He couldn't help asking, "Isn't Chichi still alive?"

"She is alive, but it is the current Qianzhi who is alive, not the former Qianzhi." Qianyan said calmly, "At that time, people couldn't tell whether the living dead were seriously injured and fainted or really dead, so they were all classified as dead in the statistics. In one column. In addition, I am worried that the corpse will be used by magic, and only the stele is left in the cemetery, so no one will change the content of the stele in the end.

"What? In other words, Qianzhi's appearance on it was just a statistical error..." Xia Fan was suddenly taken aback when he said that, he saw a complex emotion flowing in the other party's eyes, like sadness, and It was like hiding something else, not at all as indifferent as she said. "Wait—not the former Chichi, what do you mean?"

"Before the living dead put on this talisman ribbon, rebirth is the same as death." She held up the cloth strips behind her head that looked like a decorative belt. "The living dead after waking up from the resuscitation will not remember everything in the past. Things, even the character will be reshaped. Although the Fang family improved the situation later, relying on Fulu to strengthen memory and perception, only half of the resuscitation will be lost, and the character can be preserved, but this remedy cannot be traced back to a hundred years. Before. For them, once they fell asleep, they would never wake up again."

Speaking of this, Qianyan stretched out his hand and wiped the tombstone, "Xia Fan, I ask you... Is it this body or the memory that constitutes this life?"

The answer to this question is obvious.

"Consciousness determines self."

"I think so too," Qianyan sighed. "That's why I keep my distance from other living dead, especially Chichi. Sometimes I even hate her because she is very different from the person I know, and she was very close. I have been together, UU read www.uukanshu.com, but now I look at her like a stranger."

Xia Fan knew where her complicated emotions came from.

"Chichi doesn't know this?"

"Yes, she has had several accidents later, and she can't even remember how long she lived, but at least after the strengthening talisman, her character has never changed. Anyone who sees her will feel that She is the "Thousand Knowledge"."

"Since she will no longer suddenly become completely unfamiliar as in the past, you should probably accept her as a new person, instead of comparing her with the former Qianzhi." Xia Fan explained.

"It is true to think so, but sometimes consciousness does not easily accept rational judgments." Qianyan stood up, "rest assured, after so many years, I will not be affected by emotions."

She was more calm than she thought, Xia Fan realized. "Why tell me this?"

"I can't say it clearly either." Qianyan thought for a while, "If you have to have a reason, maybe you are a different kind of person just like me."

"Alien?" Li couldn't help but said, "Even if he looks a little strange, it's because of the listener, right?"

"I thought so at the beginning, but after getting in touch a lot, I realized that this is not the case." Qian Yan turned to look at Xia Fan, "I have seen more than one listener, but no one is like you. The so-called listener, It’s just someone who has come into contact with some secrets or spells, and you... everywhere are different. After thinking about it, the term “heterogeneous” is the most appropriate. Maybe in the end... there won’t be any in this world. The individual can truly understand you."

"..." Xia Fan fell into silence for a while.

"Help me keep the secret from Qianzhi." She glanced at the tombstone, and then walked towards the exit of the mausoleum. "Let's go back."