When Gu Xu completed his spiritual salvation, a faint fish belly white appeared on the distant horizon.
The mist on the pond gradually dissipated.
The faint morning light filtered in from the window, illuminating the furniture and furnishings in the house.
At this moment, Gu Xu finally felt a little tired.
Fighting a fifth-level monk will consume a lot of his true energy and spirit.
However, he has been using strong willpower to maintain a high degree of concentration.
He did not dare to rest for a while until the enemy was completely dead.
He dragged the chair next to the desk and sat on it, recuperating and regaining his true energy.
At the same time, Chu Fengge stood up from the ground and returned to his former energetic and arrogant self.
Chu Fengge, who possesses the magical power of "weed", has extraordinary ability to recover his true energy and physical strength.
Even if he was drained of his true energy by Gu Xu just a few minutes ago, he has now become a lively and heroic man again.
"I came to this haunted house of the Lu family on this trip. Although the process was a bit dangerous, it was still rewarding in the end." Looking at the devastated Lu house in front of him, Gu Xu thought silently, " Not only did I get the solution to the 'Frost' curse for Mr. Chen and became the new owner of the 'Jinghong Pen', but after leaving Lu Zhai, I was also able to obtain five thousand meritorious deeds and a high-grade spell from the Exorcist Department. As a reward.
"When the merit is obtained, I will no longer have to worry about insufficient elixirs.
"Before, I was quite embarrassed to have relied on Shi Xiaohan's financial support. But now, being poor, I finally have the opportunity to experience what it's like to be rich.
"Sure enough, wealth requires Seek help from danger! ”
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At this moment, the weapon spirit of “Jinghong Pen” came to Gu Xu and bowed deeply to Gu Xu.
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“On behalf of my young lady, I would like to thank the young master for his help,” she said in a sincere tone. “If it were not for the young master, I don’t know how long it would take for the young lady’s wish to be realized. ”
At the same time, a piece of light blue flower paper slowly floated from the air and fell on Gu Xu’s lap.
Gu Xu picked it up and found that the paper said simply Three words - "Thank you."
The handwriting is elegant and graceful, just like the person.
A faint smile appeared on his face: "You're welcome, Miss Lu. I took action against Tang Hui mainly for myself. "
Hearing his words, the "Jinghong Pen" weapon spirit lowered her head and did not speak immediately.
After hesitating for a long time, she then slowly spoke: "Master, you You should know that now that your long-cherished wish is over, my young lady’s obsession will soon dissipate. From now on in this world, there will only be Yishan Snow Girl and no more Qingzhou Lu Shiyao.
“And I will also disappear with the lady.
“This should be our lastThe last time we met. "
Gu Xu frowned slightly, a little puzzled: "As the weapon spirit of the 'Jinghong Pen', you were already called the 'master' just now - shouldn't you leave this old house with me? ? "
"I'm sorry, I hid some information from you before," Qi Ling sighed softly, "You have to know that even among famous weapons, the 'Jinghong Brush' is extremely special. .
“In the hands of different owners, it can not only display different spells, but even the shape and ability of the weapon spirit will be different.
”The power of the weapon spirit is strong Weak, it depends on the master's mastery of the 'Jinghong Pen'.
"After the owner dies, the spirit of the 'Jinghong Pen' weapon will also dissipate. It will not be until the new owner takes control of it and understands its power that it will give birth to a new weapon. Spirit.
“I am forced to stay in this world because of my unresolved obsession. Now, it's time for me to leave. "
Gu Xu was silent.
He had heard that the "Jinghong Brush" was the most loyal and famous instrument in Dahuang; but he did not expect that the "Jinghong Brush" The weapon spirit can actually live and die with its owner.
Thinking of this, he glanced at the faint morning light outside the window and the hazy luster of the jade balustrade.
He knew that when the sun rose, with the disappearance of Lu Shiyao's remnant soul and the spirit of the "Jinghong Pen", everything about the Lu family would become a thing of the past forever.
At this time, his eyes suddenly changed. It fell on the unfinished song "Qing Ping Le" on the table.
"Actually, I'm curious, why hasn't Miss Lu tried to finish this poem after all these years? "He asked, "With Miss Lu's literary talent, after completing this poem, another outstanding masterpiece will be born in this world. "
Qi Ling replied: "When the lady wrote this poem, it was when the Lu family was about to be confiscated. At that time, the cold rain had just stopped and the yellow flowers had just fallen, and the young lady's mood was filled with sadness.
"However, as soon as she was halfway through writing, Tang Hui and the soldiers he brought rushed into Suxue Zhai, shackled her and sealed her cultivation.
< p> "When she came back to life and returned to this house, her heart was filled with hatred, and she could never regain the state of mind she had when she wrote the lyrics. ”“That’s it. "Gu Xu nodded, expressing his understanding.
At this moment, looking at the Lu family's old house where the gloom was gradually dissipating, Gu Xu felt a strong impulse inexplicably.
" I thought maybe I could try to complete this poem. "He said with a serious look.
"The young lady said that she is looking forward to the young master's works. Qi Ling responded with a smile.
Then, Gu Xu held the "Jinghong Pen" in his hand, took a deep breath, and wrote on the old rice paper.
He didn't Grinding the ink.
Because the "Jinghong Brush" is not an ordinary brush.
It does not require ink to write.
Gu Xu did not write it. Best line of workBook.
But like Lu Shiyao, he writes neatly and neatly in small regular script one stroke after another seriously.
It’s just different from Lu Shiyao’s slender and delicate hairpin in regular script.
His handwriting is strong, crisp and straight, with decisive force, and every word is full of firm and high-spirited spirit.
After completion, the entire poem content is as follows:
"The cold rain has just begun, and the yellow flowers are broken all over the ground. The fragrance is scattered in the remaining light, and it is no longer as charming as before.
"If you ask where the fallen flowers will go, they will become spring mud next year. When the warm breeze blows on my face, I see red flowers and green willows again. ”
Gu Xu does not have Lu Shiyao’s literary talent.
The wording of the lower question he wrote also appears to be thin and straightforward, much inferior to the upper question.
But he will use the masterpieces of his predecessors after all.
When he incorporated the meaning of "falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers", the mood of the whole poem changed. The tone immediately changed fundamentally.
When Gu Xu finished writing the last word, he heard a soft cry from behind him.
A drop appeared out of thin air. Tears suddenly fell on his shoulders, cold and cold.
"So Miss Lu has been standing behind me, watching me write this poem..." he thought to himself. >
Then he heard a voice that was almost inaudible.
The voice was hoarse and dry, like a traveler in the desert who had not drank water for a long time.
"Son, spring...will it really come? ”
Hearing this voice, Gu Xu’s mood became extremely heavy.
He remembered that Qi Ling once said that Lu Shiyao had been given dumb medicine by Tang Hui. , ready to be sent to the Jiaofang Department in the capital.
“Perhaps it’s because of the deep hatred that even the voice of her remnant soul has changed like this,” he sighed, “no wonder she has always been there. He communicated with me through writing and refused to speak. ”