I take my brother as the bright moon [rebirth]

Chapter 17

This is a vast expanse of grassland, with the breeze blowing, the air still has a faint smell of flowers and plants. In the distance is the rolling snow-capped mountains, which emit a faint silver light in the sun, like a natural barrier on the horizon.

After walking for a while, the two realized something was wrong.

Yantang's complexion became a little ugly, "Ji Changyi, have you noticed..."

Ji Changyi nodded, "Since we entered here, we have been locked."

locked.

It's not literally locked, but their cultivation is locked.

They could clearly feel the spiritual power flowing in their bodies, but they couldn't use it at all, as if this secret realm was deliberately restricting them.

Yantang squeezed his fist, "We are not allowed to go out, and our cultivation is restricted. Why, do you want us to die here?"

Ji Changyi glanced at Yantang, "Or else."

Yantang: "..."

It seems that this is the truth.

This secret realm pulled them in, so they probably didn't think about letting them get out alive.

Yantang's complexion was gloomy, and he walked unsteadily, looking listless.

Ji Changyi paused, and his eyes fell on the young man, "But in the final analysis, the secret realm is also a formation, and there must be a way out."

Yan Tang raised his eyes, "Then what should we do now? We can't run around."

Ji Changyi looked at the sky, "Find a place to stay first, it's getting dark."

Yantang was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed that the sun had already set in the direction of the snow-capped mountains, leaving only a faint golden halo, and the surrounding clouds had a crimson aftertaste.

it's getting dark.

Ji Changyi pulled Yantang back, "Move faster."

Yan Tang also nodded, put away the foolishness he had just been doing, and quickened his pace.

It is obviously not a wise move to stay outside in a dark night in a strange place, not to mention that this is still in a secret realm, who knows what will appear.

As the sky gradually darkened, the temperature also began to drop with a clear trend.

The two of them lost their body protection, and the chill was even more obvious.

Fortunately, the two found a huge rock before it was completely dark. Although it could not completely shelter from the wind and rain, it was at least a shelter.

The two leaned against the stone, and both let out a breath. The breath condensed into water vapor in the air, showing how quickly the temperature dropped.

Ji Changyi's face was also a little ugly, Yantang glanced at Ji Changyi, and suddenly stood up.

Ji Changyi frowned and pulled him back, "Where are you going?"

Yantang's lips were trembling, but he didn't forget to say, "In such a cold weather, if we don't light a fire, we will become ice sculptures tomorrow."

Ji Changyi came to his senses and wanted to stand up, "I'll go with you..."

Yan Tang pushed Ji Changyi back, thinking of what Ji Changyi had always said to him, and raised his head with a hint of arrogance, "You look like this, don't hold me back."

Ji Changyi was taken aback for a moment, and saw that Yantang had already run away.

Ji Changyi sat against the stone, although it was in the lee of the wind, the chill in the air could not be ignored, and the wound on his chest began to ache.

Ji Changyi closed his eyes, took out the medicine Yantang gave him, took another pill, took a deep breath, and tried his best to hold on, waiting for Yantang to come back.

Not long after, Ji Changyi heard footsteps, accompanied by Yan Tang's dissatisfied murmurs.

The random thoughts that I don't care about on weekdays make me feel at ease at this moment.

Yan Tang threw down the dry firewood he had picked up, clapped his hands, then sat down and looked at Ji Changyi.

Ji Changyi also looked at him, "What's wrong?"

Yantang was not polite, "I don't have fire pockets."

Ji Changyi understood that Yantang would not light a fire.

Ji Changyi sighed, "It's really useless."

Yan Tang snorted, disapproving, watching Ji Changyi quickly raise the fire, the red fire light illuminated the faces of the two of them, and even Ji Changyi's cold eyes were warmed.

Ji Changyi sat by the fire, his hair falling on his back, still dressed in white, but a little different from usual.

Yantang felt a little cold, and leaned towards Ji Changyi.

Ji Changyi glanced at Yantang, but didn't say anything.

Yantang took out the mustard bag, "I don't know if it can be used."

Yantang just tried it, but he didn't expect that the mustard seed bag could be opened. Yantang's eyes lit up instantly, and with joy, he took out the jerky inside.

Yan Tang held the jerky in his hand, smiled like a fool, and pulled Ji Changyi beside him, "Eat it!"

Ji Changyi looked at Yantang's smile, "You still have these things in your bag?"

When Yan Tang heard this, he touched his nose in embarrassment, "I put it in by myself."

Perhaps it was related to some previous experiences, he always felt that one day he would reach the end of his life, so he wanted to keep some things by his side.

But I didn't expect it to have an effect at this moment.

Yantang didn't want to say more, picked up the jerky directly, and handed it to Ji Changyi's mouth, "Okay, eat it quickly."

Ji Changyi stared at the jerky for a while, then lowered his head, bit the jerky lightly, and pulled the jerky from Yantang's fingertips.

It was obviously a normal action, but for some reason, Yantang's face blushed suddenly, and he always felt that something was wrong.

Ji Changyi also took out the mustard seed bag on his body. There were not many things around him, only a few weapons, a few demon pills, and a big cloak in it.

Ji Changyi took out the big cloak, the white fur looked very soft.

Yantang was still eating jerky, and felt a weight on his body, and turned his head and buried it in the warm soft fur.

Yan Tang blinked, "This..."

Ji Changyi leaned on the stone without looking sideways, "I'm just afraid that you will freeze to death."

Yantang looked at Ji Changyi for a while, then laughed, stuffed a few pieces of dried meat into Ji Changyi's hands, then put away the rest, pulled the cloak away, and stretched out his hand to wrap Ji Changyi also.

Ji Changyi froze, "You..."

Yantang returned the original words, "I'm also afraid that you will freeze to death."

In order to cover Ji Changyi, Yantang squeezed in the direction of Ji Changyi again, and the two squeezed together tightly.

The cold wind outside is blocked, and only the other party's body temperature can be felt.

Ji Changyi remained motionless, looking at the head that was almost leaning on his body, "You can cover it yourself, I don't need it."

When Yantang heard this, he clicked his tongue twice, "Don't talk, you are too stubborn."

Ji Changyi: "..."

It seems that during this period of time, the person who was speechless gradually became him.

Time passed bit by bit, and the two looked at the sky.

The sky is dotted with stars, and even the Milky Way across the sky can be seen. In this vast world, it seems that there are only the two of them left.

Other than that, there was silence, nothing.

Yantang looked at the sky and sighed, "It's really beautiful, even better than what I saw in the ruined temple before."

Ji Changyi thought to himself how could you see the night sky in the ruined temple, but just about to ask, he remembered Yantang's appearance when he came to Mochang Mountain, and swallowed it back.

Yan Tang seemed to be talking to himself and continued, "My mother said before that once some things have passed, don't look back, because when you look back, you will find that the road you walked It's been too long, the past in your memory has really become the past."

Ji Changyi didn't speak, but just looked into the boy's eyes.

"But--"

Yantang laughed suddenly, "If you don't look back, how would you know that you have come such a long way."

Ji Changyi's lips moved, and he suddenly wanted to touch the boy's head and tell him.

Whether in the past or now.

As long as he thinks, he can find the shadow of the past from himself.

But in the end, Ji Changyi just looked away, leaned against the stone again, and looked at the sky with Yantang.

After a while, Ji Changyi felt his shoulders sink, and turned his head to see the boy's head.

With the gentle breathing right next to his ears, Ji Changyi paused, put his arms around Yantang's shoulders, and protected him in his arms.

The firelight shone on the two of them, and the coldness in the air seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Ji Changyi's eyes fell on Yantang's eyebrows and eyes, and he scanned every place carefully, with a tenderness that he didn't have in ordinary times.

He likes Yantang.

It has been from day one.

That day, a child like a beggar climbed up Mo Changshan and became his junior teacher.

The first time he saw Yantang was in the pond above Ling Shanzun.

The skinny and small child was brought to be washed. The child sat by the pool, looking like the wind could blow him down. The wounds on his hands and feet were not healed, which looked a little scary.

But the child just stretched out his hands to hold the pool water, his eyes were clear and gentle.

The water droplets refracted the light, fell little by little, and fell into the pool, causing ripples.

He has never seen such eyes, so gentle and clean that it reminds people of the clouds in the sky.

It's just that the development behind it is not very good.

When the child saw him, he fell into the pool in fright, his face flushed, he pointed at him and said incoherently, "Why are you peeking!"

How did you react at that time?

Oh, right.

He didn't say anything, just sneered, turned around and left.

The child is actually very playful, at the beginning he was always clinging to him, but then he stopped being clingy at some point.

Thinking of this, Ji Changyi suddenly felt a little funny, hooked the corners of his lips, and hugged the boy in his arms even tighter.

He likes Yantang, but he won't take a step forward.

Ji Changyi looked at the bright starry sky with a bitter smile on his lips.

He doesn't really like white, but he only wears white.

Because he feels that only white can hide his filth.

People say that Ji Chang means the scenery Ji Yue, and white clothes are better than snow.

Only he knows how ferocious and selfish the soul in his body is.

Ji Changyi lowered his brows and eyes, he should be farther away from Yantang, farther away.

He could have done it.

But the young man was approaching him, like a ball of flame, burning into his world domineeringly.

The boy in his arms moved, and suddenly called out, "Ji Changyi..."

Ji Changyi froze, his breathing slowed down a lot, and he pretended to be nonchalant, "What are you doing?"

After waiting for a while, Yan Tang did not wake up.

Only then did Ji Changyi slowly relax, but the young man frowned, hugged him with his backhand, closed his eyes tightly, and babbled again in his sleep.

This sentence is very light, and it will be floating in the air in the next second, but Ji Changyi heard it clearly, and his heart felt hot for a moment, as if it was going to break through the chest cavity.

Yan Tang said.

"do not die."

The author has something to say: Our Xiaotang is really nice, woo woo woo