[Crossing the Book] After the Snake Lord's stupid master was disheartened

Chapter 97

Looking at the disappearing ferryman, Yun Lin walked into the halo, although he couldn't see the way ahead, he could feel the thick stone road under his feet.

Anxious to adapt to the light, Yun Lin slowly opened his eyes, and the scene of prosperity came into view.

What the old man said is true, the main city is no different from the mundane world, but the passers-by are all dead, their figures are translucent and their footsteps are illusory, and the hustle and bustle of the world is ethereal.

Yunlin does as the Romans do, he doesn't dare to make too much noise, and always pays attention to the clothes of passers-by.

Suddenly I saw a person coming, wearing a long gown with black gauze on his face and two sabers on his waist, his figure spoke for Shi Xinglu.

"A living person?"

Seeing Yun Lin nodding his head, the Soul Envoy was not in any trouble, but asked, "Why are living people here?"

If the ferryman dares to send him off, he must not be a treacherous person. After crossing the sea of ​​souls, he is entitled to pass freely.

Yun Lin was a little nervous, he knew he was a soul messenger but he didn't know if he would drive him away, so he forcibly calmed down and said, "I'm looking for someone, his name is Qingxuan."

The soul envoy didn't have the scroll of life and death, and he didn't know who Qingxuan was, so he asked, "What race? Old age or death in vain?"

Yun Lin's eyes darkened, and he replied in a low voice: "The snake demon clan died in vain."

The soul envoy thought for a while, and pointed out the place for him: "The demon clan who died in vain must go to the bone burial desert to find three souls and seven souls before they can return to the world of heaven."

Yun Lin's eyes lit up, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Excuse me, how should I go?"

The soul envoy pointed forward again: "There is a spiritual tower over there, and there is a spirit speaker inside. Tell him a story, and if you are satisfied, you can enter the desert of bones."

Yun Lin was grateful in his heart, but he didn't have any valuables on his body, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to ask, "What kind of story are you telling?"

He can't tell stories to people, and he has never heard any interesting stories in his life.

The soul envoy was a little impatient, but remembering that Yun Lin was sent by the ferryman, he still explained: "Whatever you want, just be sincere."

Yun Lin didn't dare to ask any more questions, bowed to the soul envoy, and then walked towards the Guanling Tower.

In a short while, an octagonal ancient building came into view, and the top of which could not be seen when looking up and surrounded by black clouds.

Seeing that no one was guarding him, Yun Lin called out: "Hi, my name is Yun Lin, and I'm here to tell a story. Can I go in?"

After waiting for a while and still being silent, Yun Lin couldn't help but enter without authorization, only then did he realize that there was something strange inside.

The Guanling building is huge, with books and papers scattered around, wooden stairs are placed at the corners, and softly shining pearls are placed everywhere.

Before he walked in, he finally saw the soul envoy here, he stopped Yun Lin, and asked, "What's the matter?"

After answering several times, Yun Lin was no longer embarrassed, and said cheerfully: "Enter the desert of buried bones, looking for the dead demon clan."

The soul envoy looked at Yun Lin, and was not surprised to see that he was a living person, so he asked in a deep voice, "Is there a story?"

Yun Lin tugged at his sleeves, and replied cautiously: "There is a story, and it's quite exciting."

"Wait a moment." Seeing that he understood everything, the soul envoy didn't bother to say anything, so he turned and left immediately.

It didn't take long for him to come back in a hurry and invite Yun Lin: "My lord, please!"

"Sir, please sit down."

As soon as he entered the second floor, he heard a male voice. Yun Lin heard the reputation and looked over. The handsome young man was sitting firmly on the high seat, drinking tea leisurely.

The man is dressed in plain white without dyeing half of the color, the black hair is casually rolled up and the wooden hairpin is tied up, the tulle is wrapped around the temples, and the eyes are invisible.

"Please tell me, my lord, I would like to hear the details." The spirit speaker spoke again, with a clear and pleasant voice.

Yun Lin bowed, sat down firmly again, and asked cautiously, "What story do you want to hear?"

The spirit speaker smiled gently, and said softly, "As you wish."

It was the same words again that made Yun Lin feel troubled, so he could only continue to ask: "Can I tell my own story?"

The spirit speaker didn't answer, but waved his sleeves and a cup of hot tea appeared beside Yun Lin.

Yun Lin took a sip before saying, "My story is actually very boring..."

He talked for a long time, but did not mention the hour, starting from Chi Jianzong.

Whenever Qingxuan is mentioned, the dim eyes seem to be lit by lights, but at the end of the story, I can't help crying.

"I misunderstood him, and I don't understand him. We are clearly short of the last step, really the last step..."

Yun Lin's voice was choked up, and he was already sobbing, when he suddenly heard a soft voice: "The young master can find this place, which proves that the fate between you two is not over."

The conversation suddenly changed: "But I'm not satisfied with this story."

Yun Lin was stunned, and the tears flowed more fiercely. He choked up and begged: "If you want to hear something else, I can continue to talk! Please let me go in and find him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a handkerchief suddenly appeared in Yun Lin's hand, and the spirit speaker said, "Wipe it first, it's frozen in the world of Wangchuan, so it's okay to delay for a while."

He looked at Yun Lin's stomach, and said again: "Here, let's live here. You can't take your child into the desert of bones. The miasma there is not good for him."

"Young master, don't worry, as long as the story is interesting, I will send you there, and I will help you look after the child."

Yun Lin was taken aback again, then suddenly looked at the spirit speaker, and asked cautiously, "Can you see it?"

The spirit speaker smiled and said softly: "I can't see it, but when you enter here, I will know everything."

Yun Lin wiped away his tears and said with a smile: "Then I will trouble you, I will think about other stories."

Since the sun and the moon are frozen, even if it is only a moment in the world for many years, he should calm down and be patient, and he has the right to survive the catastrophe.

And if what the speaker says is not necessary, he really needs a place to stay, so that he can give birth to a child with peace of mind.

The young master smiled gently, and finally gave the direction: "I have been trapped here for many years, and I have long forgotten the worldly situation. If you know, you can tell me."

Yun Lin suddenly realized that hope was glimpsed in despair, he smiled and said: "Okay, then I will continue to tell you, just talk about the four seasons in the world..."

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At night, Yun Lin settles down in the Guanling Building. The room is a secluded corner, but when you open the window, you can see the night scenery of Wangchuan.

Under the night, the city of Wangchuan was brightly lit, and the bustle of the day continued, but the din was still vague.

He told the spirit speaker about the four seasons, the young master looked very happy and talked a lot, maybe because he was concerned about the child in his womb, he never said he was satisfied.

Thinking of this, Yun Lin suddenly went to look for a pen and paper. He wanted to draw some pictures for the spirit speaker. If he could sense it, he would be able to glimpse the scenery of the world.

He can paint, because there was a down and out man living in the village when he was young, and I heard that he used to teach painting.

The husband has a gentle temperament and often invites him to eat at home. Although the porridge and side dishes are not enough to fill his stomach, he still eats it deliciously.

The teacher taught him to paint landscapes, and told him that he would go out of here in the future, and there are great rivers and mountains outside.

During this period of time, he lived very comfortably, no one beat or scolded him, and no one thought he was stupid, but it didn't take long for the husband to fall ill.

Maybe good people suffer a lot, Mr. didn't even have a thin coffin before he died.

He went to the mountains to cut trees, made an urn with his own hands, and sent his husband off for the last time.

Memories gradually dissipated, he couldn't remember the appearance of his husband clearly, and looked out the window when the night had turned into day.

Yun Lin put down his brush and thought about the dead again.

A mother who loves him, a gentle and kind husband, a lively and happy system, and now there is a "stupid" Qingxuan......

"It will be finished, and I will give you all the four seasons."

I don't know who he was talking to, Yun Lin put away the unfinished painting with a smile, got up and went to find the spirit speaker...

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In the past few months, Yunlin passed leisurely, went to tell stories to the spirit teller every day, and came back to paint and rest at night, and before he knew it, he was about to give birth.

As soon as it was daylight, he went to tell the story as usual with his stomach outstretched, but halfway through the story his stomach throbbed.

Noticing that his breathing was abnormal, the spirit speaker hastily put down the teacup and asked anxiously, "But is it time?"

Yun Lin replied tremblingly: "Today...today, no...can't talk..."

As soon as the words fell, redness was already visible under his body, the spirit speaker smelled the blood and hurriedly called for a doctor...

"It hurts...it hurts..."

Until night fell, Yun Lin still couldn't give birth, and weak cries kept coming from outside the room.

The spirit speaker walked into the cubicle, his face was full of anxiety, and he asked, "But is it difficult to deliver?"

He has gotten used to Yun Lin's company, and although he has not let go, he has long wanted to send him to find Qingxuan, and if something happens at this time, he will regret it more than anyone else.

Hearing this, the doctor gave Yun Lin another dose of ginseng, and responded, "My lord, this young master gave birth to a snake egg, which is much bigger than an ordinary baby! He is almost out of strength, and his consciousness is a little dazed! "

The spirit speaker was shocked, and suddenly said, "Yun Lin, answer me!"

Hearing someone calling him, Yun Lin couldn't open his eyes in pain, and said weakly: "I'm..."

The doctor's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said: "My lord, you keep talking to him! As long as you wake up, you will be fine!"

The spirit speaker clenched his fists, and then said: "You have been telling me the past few months, and today I will tell you a story."

Yun Lin gritted his teeth and said, "Okay...I...I'll listen..."

After getting a response, the spirit speaker said slowly: "I can't remember most of the past, but the last journey in the world is a child's journey for me."

"He is a bit stupid, speaks slowly, and has always been dependent on his mother."

"I saw that child was pitiful, so I taught him to paint, and I often made food for him to eat."

"I still remember that at the beginning, he couldn't even hold the paintbrush steadily, so I held his little hand and slowly painted the scenery I had seen before."

"At the end of the autumn of the third year, the child completed the first painting, but I was seriously ill and died soon."

"He went to the mountains to cut trees and gave me an urn. This strange gift is the most respectable thing I have."

At this point, the tulle was stained with hot tears, and Yun Lin also fell into confusion, and had long forgotten the pain of childbirth.

"My lord, he is about to give birth! You continue!"

Hearing the doctor's words, the spirit speaker smiled with tears in his eyes, and said, "Maybe it's a fool, but the child chopped down a spirit tree."

"My soul has been enlightened a lot by this aura. Although I cannot be reincarnated, I was chosen by Wang Chuan to be a judge here."

"There are definite numbers for good and evil, and I have heard many stories. I have been trapped here for thousands of years, and I don't feel bored."

As soon as the words fell, the doctor suddenly exclaimed: "Young master is born!"