Zhu Xian Qi Yuan gl

Southern Xinjiang＾Qili Cave

Ruins and broken tiles, scorched and collapsed houses everywhere, and black ashes on the faces of the Miao people who looked miserable and depressed, all that remained of Qilidong after the war was desolation.

There were painful hums everywhere, echoing in Qilidong. When Xiu and the others approached the crowd, the moaning and groaning people resisted the pain and looked at the group of foreigners without blinking. The Miao people looked at these foreigners with defense and a little hostility in their eyes, which made people daunted.

When Xiu approached the crowd, the people flinched and trembled, and the weapon that the Miao man couldn't help holding, made Xiu stop.

A baby was still crying, and the mother gently shook it to comfort her. A hideous knife mark on the mother's arm was still oozing blood. Apart from the paleness on the blood-losing face, there was only care and concentration for the child.

Among the strangers, there was no pause, only the woman in white who was the first to block the fire and rain, walked towards the injured Miao mother without looking sideways, and the people around them moved slightly and stared.

Lu Xueqi squatted down, and the white clothes were spread on the bloody ground, her cold face was soft and gentle in the shining eyes of the Miao woman, Lu Xueqi ignored the concentrated eyes around her, took out the wound medicine, and directly tore the white clothes With a clean corner, he bandaged the injured arm of the Miao girl, focusing, carefully and gently.

The commotion crowd fell silent, and even the loud crying of the baby turned into a low moan. The moment the well-knotted knots were tied, Lu Xueqi's cold gaze was comforting, and the Miao woman uttered an indistinct word, The incomprehensible Miao dialect made the eyes of the Miao people around them light up.

At that moment, although the white clothes were stained with blood, the cold woman reflected in Miao people's eyes had an incomparable beauty, which melted the thick walls of his heart.

Xiu's eyes couldn't be removed from Xueqi's body, just like those Miao people whose eyes shone brightly, a kind of admiration, nothing to do with love, but more than Miao people, it was a warm current penetrating into the bottom of my heart, engraved on Xiu's heart. There are deeper marks on the face, engraved with that stunning face.

Following Lu Xueqi's actions, Fa Xiang and the people from Fenxiang Valley also walked into the crowd, saving lives and healing the wounded, only Xiu stood motionless in the crowd, even though the Miao people had put down their weapons, Xiu remained expressionless , stood still.

When she came back to her senses, Xueqi, who always loves cleanliness, had already picked up a dirty little Miao girl, as if she was comforting her. A group of Miao people gathered around them. They couldn't understand the language, but there were Miao girls who cooperated to help the girl with a broken arm. Miao people stop bleeding.

Looking at Xueqi, the corners of Xiu's mouth were soft, and he watched quietly for a while, did not step forward, walked slowly in the crowd, and never approached any Miao people. The lingering bloody smell faded away, deeply staining his body.

The tall and straight red shadow walks slowly, the cold red pupils have a faint pity that cannot be noticed, pity the ordinary Miao people whose homes have been destroyed, pity the helpless children who have become orphans, pity the people who have lost their loved ones and cry, but in the end there is no Go forward again, gradually walk out of the crowd, walk to the high ground, and look around.

There was a battlefield where the corpses and limbs of Miao and Li warriors were spread all over the ground, piled up on top of each other, stained with soil and it was hard to tell them apart. A few sporadic Miao people rummaged through the corpses of their relatives. The desolation blown by the cold wind.

Xiu's gaze was very calm, whether he was looking at Erlang who died in battle from the Miao tribe or the soldiers who died from the Li tribe, he was very calm. For Xiu, as long as it is a war, death is inevitable, and the tragedy of the battlefield has long been commonplace.

The wind was blowing on his face, cold as a knife, Xiu stood straight on the high ground, his waist and black hair moved slightly in the wind.

Lu Xueqi was surrounded by Miao people in the crowd, and several bereaved children around her tightly held her by the hem of her clothes. The children were holding both hands. The wounded people around had all their wounds healed, and they spoke the Miao family dialect with a few A sentence in Chinese, raw and difficult to understand, with an intimacy, Lu Xueqi nodded slightly, looking through the crowd looking for Xiu's figure.

There is no one around the kindly smiling Faxiang, nor around the serious-faced Li Xun. There is no figure of Xiu in the crowd, far away from the popularity, but a standing figure is seen, facing the desolate battlefield alone.

Lu Xueqi's heart trembled slightly, she couldn't bear to see the lonely back of that person, she moved her feet and was about to walk over, but the Miao people who were helped brought water and strong wine, and the ignorant children were still holding hands tightly Not letting go, Lu Xueqi frowned slightly, unable to let go under the innocent gaze of the child, while hesitating, the person she was thinking of turned around and looked over.

Some distance away, the man raised a smile with a reassuring power, and there seemed to be gentleness flowing in the red pupils that could not be seen clearly, and he floated over with the wind, and looked at each other silently for a long time, Lu Xueqi pursed her lips, Under the shaking of a little girl, I took the clean water from the Miao people and listened to the Miao people's babbling.

Xiu also withdrew his gaze, with a faint smile on his lips, Xueqi's heart was clearly received, but he didn't want to disturb the warmth that was not easy after the disaster, Xueqi was believed by the Miao people as spiritual power, lighting the hope of children, The pride that rose from the bottom of my heart made me bear Xueqi to ignore those Miao people and come to accompany me.

Xiu shook his head with a smile, turned his hands and spread his palms, a purple green gourd appeared in his hand, opened the gourd, and the strong aroma of wine wafted away, Xiu held the gourd high, his face became serious, he raised his head to the sky, poured the wine in the gourd It was sprinkled on the blood-stained land of Qilidong to commemorate the dead soldiers, whether they killed each other or died in their own hands.

Xiu didn't want any peace of mind, but just toasted every undead on the battlefield with thin wine. Having experienced countless battles, it was already a habit.

The sky is slightly bright, and for the Miao people, the nightmarish night is coming to an end. I only hope that as a group of foreigners, the little effort can soothe the scars left in Miao's heart.

Faxiang with a peaceful face was reciting the Zen scriptures, and the Miao people around him were listening quietly. Li Xun loudly directed the disciples of Fenxianggu to help the Miao people lift up the immobile person. The dirty child grabbed Li Xun's clothes and stretched out his hands. Li Xun was silent, bent over and picked him up, stopped shouting at his junior, and walked towards the crowd with the child in his arms following the footsteps of his juniors .

The patriarch Tu Magu, who settled down the great wizard, has been watching everything silently. There is no hostility in his eyes when he looks at the foreigners. Walked towards the man who had finished pouring liquor on the battlefield.

As the first ray of sunlight fell from the sky, Xiu lifted up the wine gourd that had been put down and put it on his lips. The full wine had already been poured out, and a drop fell into his throat. Xiu licked his dry lips and laughed.There were strange and powerful footsteps behind him, Xiu retracted the gourd, turned around, and an old man in his fifties stood behind him, tall and tall, with white temples, piercing eyes, holding a wine jar in his hand.

The woman in front of her was beautiful, a faint bloodstain on Ruyu's face did not affect her beauty at all, her indifferent red pupils were as silent as red gemstones, she was speechless, she pushed out her hands, and handed out the wine in her hand altar.

Xiu looked at the wine handed in front of him, but didn't reach out to take it. The behavior of this seemingly high-ranking old man really made Xiu a little confused. He looked at the person in front of him motionlessly, and Xiu was puzzled.

"Respect, repel the warriors of the Li people!" In poor Chinese, he kept observing the most frightening woman in red among the foreigners, until he saw her go to the battlefield and sprinkle strong wine, and he couldn't help but feel numb come over.

The old man's face was full of fortitude, and the hand holding the wine jar was strong and powerful to uncover the wine jar. The Miaojiang strong wine had a mellow aroma. He pursed his lips, and said in a calm voice, "I'm not helping the Miao people. I kill the red-eyed me. Even if the Miao warriors approach me, they will still become the souls of my subordinates. The five clans in southern Xinjiang are fighting. I'm not interested in helping anyone. This time I only blame the Li people. bad luck."

Tu Magu's complexion sank, and he still held up the wine in his hand, for the sake of the woman's frankness, and also for the woman's sake of extinguishing the fire in Qilidong, Tu Magu said in a deep voice: "Then this wine is for the rescued clansmen. Thank you, I can speak some Chinese, so I know that you stayed here to help us save people."

Xiu Moran, thinking of the timid eyes of those ordinary Miao people looking at him, smiled wryly, and sighed: "War is war, and the people are innocent, but I am not the one who really saves people, how can I save people like a ghost. "

As soon as the words fell, Tu Magu hadn't spoken yet, someone had already walked over, and Xiu saw Xueqi who was leading a little girl, with deep concern in Rushuang's black eyes.

The little girl let go of Xueqi's hand, and ran to Xiu and Tu Magu, a little timidly, looked back and saw Sister Fairy nodded, the little girl approached Xiu bravely, stretched out one hand to hold Xiu's hand , with the other hand holding up an exquisite sachet, embroidered with two dragon patterns, colorful and exquisitely embroidered.

The unfamiliar temperature in the palm of his hand made Xiu tremble. He looked at Xueqi for no reason, but only got gentle eyes. The immature voice of the little girl next to his ear attracted Xiu's attention. He kept shaking the sachet in his hand, as if he wanted to give the sachet as a gift.

The little girl's face was washed with clear water, her face was pink and tender, and her eyes were eager. Seeing Xiu took the sachet, he rolled his eyes with a smile. Xiu squatted down, looked at the little girl, and couldn't help but whispered: "You, don't be afraid. I?"

Xiu's voice trembled slightly. The little girl couldn't understand Chinese at all. She tilted her head ignorantly and looked at Tu Magu. Respect and not be afraid of the dragon! Miao family embroidery for friends, Miao family liquor to heroes! Nibao, come!"

Tu Magu put the wine in the little girl's hand, and murmured, the little girl smiled, held the wine jar in both hands, and handed it to Xiu.

Xiu looked at Ni Bao's dark and innocent eyes for a long time, and finally smiled. He took the mellow and rich wine, stood up and raised his hand and poured it down. Throat, with the ups and downs of the raised throat, the aroma of the wine drifted away, and the strong wine fell down the white neck, wet the hair around the neck, and there was no drop of the strong wine in an instant.

With a throw of Xiuxin's hand, the wine jar shattered, and he smiled all over the city: "The strong wine in Southern Xinjiang is spicy enough, good wine!"

Tu Magu kept saying hello, and couldn't help laughing loudly after experiencing the disaster, and gave Xiu a thumbs up, saying in a loud voice: "Okay, okay, your friend, Tu Magu is willing to hand over, and the Miao family is willing to hand over !"

Xiu slightly restrained his smile, and smiled more reservedly. Xiu bent over and picked up the girl named Ni Bao, and held the child in his arms more securely. good."

Xiu and Tu Magu nodded to each other, then Xiu hugged Nibao and walked towards the white clothes who had been watching silently, Xiu held the thin girl in his arms tightly, looked at Xueqi with burning eyes, only for her His thoughtfulness is only for her silent care.

As she approached, her throat soaked in spirits moved, and a slight smile flashed across Xue Qi's face. Before Xiu could speak, Xue Qi had already turned around and walked towards the crowd. His words made Xiu smile like a flower.

"We, don't need 'thank you'"

Xiu followed Xueqi slowly towards the crowd, and all the eyes of the surrounding people were taken away one after another. Xiu's obsessive gaze fell on Xueqi's straight back. She is thin and strong, and will always give her strength when she needs it most. .

Under Xue Qi's gentle gaze, Xiu greeted Miao Ren. The no longer timid eyes of Miao Ren made Xiu laugh happily. Looking at Xue Qi who was touching the child's head, Xiu's eyes overflowed with uncontrollable love. The sound is noisy, harmonious and warm.

The left corner looked at the crowd with vicious eyes, and Lu Shun did not miss He Daxiu's eyes on Lu Xueqi, only resentment remained under the surprise.

There was the whistling sound of imperial objects flying in the sky, and the gray light fell on Qilidong, which caused the Miao people to be very nervous, and they stirred up for no reason. It was the shouts of the disciples of Fenxianggu, which stopped the noise of the Miao people.

"Uncle Shangguan!"

It was Shangguan Ce who was the first to leave last night but the last to arrive at Qilidong. Many things happened last night. The appearance of Shangguan Ce made all the disciples in Fenxiang Valley shout in unison. The backbone of the trip.

It's just that I can't help but wonder where did Uncle Shangguan go last night?

A group of people surrounded Shangguan Ce, saluting respectfully from all sides, Lu Shun stopped at his feet and snorted coldly, no one cared, only Li Xun who was close frowned slightly.

Shangguan Ce nodded, glanced around, and when he saw Xiu, he looked surprised, "Xiu'er, what is this?"

After scrutinizing Xiu'er, Xiu'er was not injured, but how had he ever seen Xiu'er in such a state of distress? Shangguan Ce looked at Xiu'er's face, and a slender mark glared at Xiu'er's jade-like and beautiful face, making him blush , Shen Sheng asked: "What's the matter with the wound on your face!"

Hearing this, Xiu glanced at Lu Shun coolly, seeing Lu Shun avoiding his eyes, Xiu curled his mouth and said, "Oh, I was tricked by someone, a small injury is no big deal, it's no different from a mosquito bite."

Seeing Xiu's expression, Shangguan Ce didn't ask any more questions. He scanned the surroundings with a serious face. When he saw Lu Xueqi and Fa Xiang, Shangguan Ce fell into deep thought. Said: "Uncle, your hand?"

The red palm seemed to be frostbitten by the cold, and the veins and veins were horrific. Shangguan Ce made a fist and put his hand behind his back. Xiu wanted to carefully examine his injury and stopped. He withdrew his hand, and Xiu looked frosty. Standing up, I knew that the old man didn't want to ask me at this moment.

Shangguan Ce saw Fa Xiang and Lu Xueqi who were looking at him in the same doubt, he was silent for a moment, and said: "I had an accident last night, this small injury is not a problem."

Shangguan Ce, who is famous for his Nine Cold Ice Spikes, actually suffered frostbite on his right hand. What kind of accident could hurt Shangguan Ce, whose cultivation base is unpredictable?

Faxiang was puzzled, but at this moment he let out a sneer, not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, and Lu Shun said in a strange way: "This accident is really ignorant! Otherwise, how could Brother Shangguan's magic power come now? There are only some young people who don't know what to do or what to do, so the nine-tailed demon fox will run away."

"Humph!"

Xiu snorted coldly, and was about to say something, but Shangguan Ce stopped Xiu, Shangguan Ce raised his hand to stop Xiu, Xiu gave Lu Shun a vicious look, then stood quietly behind Shangguan Ce, Shangguan Ce looked at Lu Shun Shun, full of majesty, immediately silenced Lu Shun and took a breath. Shangguan Ce's voice was low, but it was enough to make people tremble. He said: "The matter here is over. The Nine-Tailed Fox's matter is not urgent. We Go back to the valley and talk."

Li Xun was about to say something, but Shangguan Ce gave him a slight glance, and swallowed it.

Fa Xiang twirled the rosary in his hand, turned his mind straight, and looked at Lu Xueqi beside him, only to find that the cold woman lowered her eyes, wondering what she was thinking. Fa Lian hurriedly returned the gift, Shangguan Ce nodded and said: "You two have helped Bi Gu so much, I am very grateful, Bi Gu really dare not bother you two anymore, please..."

"Master, I had a lot of trouble last night, and I was tired all night. It is true that I should go back to the valley!" After Xiu cut off Shangguan Ce's words, it was clearly an order to chase away guests. He intuitively felt that Shangguan Ce had encountered a more difficult matter than recovering the Xuanhuo Jian, but Xue Qi frowned. He raised his eyebrows, how dare he really let the old man chase guests here.

Shangguan Ce looked at Xiu suspiciously, and then nodded, but Lu Shun's eyes flashed, and he sneered secretly.

The sun has illuminated every corner of Qilidong, and the group will bid farewell to this devastated place. Before leaving, the Miao people surrounded them to see them off. Except for Lu Shun and later Shangguan Ce, everyone was warmly welcomed by the Miao people. deliver.

Tu Magu led the villagers to serve strong wine, Xiu and Li Xun led the disciples of Fenxiang Valley to drink it boldly, and Shangguan Ce's serious expression could not help but eased. The five ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang have always been xenophobic, but Fenxiang Valley has got Miao people It's a good thing to be friendly with each other.

The law states that monks are not allowed to drink alcohol, and Li Xun came forward to drink instead. Lu Xueqi, who is most popular among Miao people, was taken aback by the various farewell gifts handed to her eyes. Some don't know what to do.

After receiving the spirits presented by Tu Magu, Xiu saw Xueqi's embarrassment, and pointed to Ma Gu to take care of his people, Tu Magu smiled, and muttered a few words, the Miao people quieted down, and a small figure became more and more crowded And it was Nibao who came out.

The little girl held an exquisite sachet in both hands, and presented it to Lu Xueqi. The only difference from the sachet given to Yu Xiu was that it was embroidered with butterflies.

The butterfly, the most respected totem of the Miao people, has an incomparable status in the hearts of the Miao people.

"We'll meet later, everyone!" Xiu bowed to say goodbye, and Lu Xueqi patted Ni Bao's head.

A group of people left in the air, and the Miao people took a step forward one after another. Many of them were still injured, but they waved their hands vigorously. When they met by chance, they were warm and at ease.

the hill

Two figures, one black and one white, watched silently, and a deep male voice sighed, "They're gone."

Bai Ying didn't respond at all, staring at the two women in the group going away, and glanced at the Miao people who were still waving their hands. They left, leaving behind memories that Miao people will never forget.

A red shadow in the distance suddenly stopped, looking back, the person standing on the top of the mountain suddenly felt a shock in his heart, just for a moment, in the clear sky, there was no figure, only a watery gaze flickered...

The author has something to say:

Sitting dizzy in the car, but not hindering the convulsion in the slightest, I rolled round and round on the comfortable big bed at home.

Rolling a bed sheet o(╯□╰)o