Take Bamboo Ballad

27

The night is bright, and the water pool illuminated by a bright moon is moist and shiny.

"I like your voice, sing one more."

If anyone stood by the pool, they would definitely think that General Lin had gone crazy.

"I remember the first time I saw you, you were still a kid who was not as tall as the cabinet. I don't want to be shoulder-to-shoulder with me now."

General Lin thoughtfully, squatting down on the rocky beach, the red hem of the Yan Yun suit was completely soaked, floating in the water like blood splattered.

"You didn't like to talk when you were little. Every time Aye teased you, you always turned your head away."

"But the "Bi Tong Drink" that I sang was really amazing."

It's like a jade stone hitting a fou, like a bird singing in a deep mountain.

Lin Moqin had been a superior person for so many years, what he disliked the most was boasting.

What is the magical power of this pool that makes him chatter into the void?

"Li Chen, wake up quickly and come back to my side."

Night Breeze passed by inadvertently, drawing ripples on the water surface.

While speaking, the water pool was gurgling and steaming, and a bloody figure gradually emerged in the lake!

I can vaguely see the figure of an adult man, and then look carefully:

This man is obviously the hermit guard of the Cefu who disappeared a few years ago - Tang Yichen!

"Fengting...Master..."

The voice was hoarse and unbearably harsh, like a saw scraping a bamboo branch.

Lin Moqin can do whatever he wants.

Seeing the other party answering the call, he relied on his strength and grabbed the man's long hair and pulled it towards him.

The teeth of the two collided together, and the pinched jaw of the other was a little distorted due to the forceful resistance.

"Don't disobey me!"

The "monster" in the water suddenly raised its head—there were only two dark holes where the eyes were originally!

"Give me... get lost."

However, the words were powerless.

Lin Moqin looked at the drenched blood man with ecstasy, his eyes were full of passionate love: "Ah Chen, you finally woke up! You finally woke up! You don't know how much I've been suffering these days!"

Tang Yichen suddenly trembled violently, and he remembered that when he was on a mission at Longmen, "Hui Chun" took effect, and he died directly on Mingsha Mountain.

But what is going on with the half of his body soaking in the pool now?

Is Xuanzong still safe?

Why did Lin Moqin appear by his side again?

Where is his brother?

And the Ye family he wanted to repay...what happened?

Touching his neck, the place where Dongzhu was originally hung was empty.

Tang Yichen opened his eyes wide, unable to see the situation in front of him.

In the heavy darkness, he only felt pain.

His palms were pitted, and his chest seemed to be scorched by flames every time he took a breath. If the water in the pool wasn't cold and numb, he might have burst out of his meridians during this long torture.

He misses his parents and younger sister who died, his younger brother who was separated because of the war, his adoptive father's careful teaching, and Ye Mengshan who treats others as warmly as the sun.

Lin Mouqin seemed to be insane, with his hands, he pinched Li Chen's chin, and directly inserted his tongue into the opponent's mouth, stirring fiercely.

Intense kisses, heavy breathing.

Suddenly Tang Yichen's bloody body trembled, and blood flowed from his empty eye sockets.

Lin Moqin was taken aback, and quickly put the man on the shore, tore the clean underwear into shreds, and surrounded the wound layer by layer.

"Don't cry!"

But the blood was still flowing, and no matter how many layers of cloth were wrapped around it, it could not stop the downward trend.

"I told you not to cry!!"

Tang Yichen smiled bleakly, with a strange arc on the corner of his mouth, "The general doesn't even allow others to cry..."

His head rested lightly on Lin Moqin's arms, as if the two met for the first time.

Lin Moqin was hugging Tang Yichen, while running quickly to the barracks, he yelled, "I won't let you die!"

"The auspicious dream before leaving will become a blue sign, and after the farewell, we will cry on the bamboo birth." Tang Weichen's voice was weak, but he mustered all his strength to lean into Lin Moqin's ear and said, "General...in the next life...the incarnation of Weichen Li Gui, we will never meet again!"

Running all the way to the military medical camp, the person in his arms had already fallen into a coma.

His body temperature was even lower than when he was submerged in water.

"Ghost Feather!" The new military doctor yelled in shock, and a dozen guards rushed in from outside the door. ,

Lin Moqin didn't say a word, and rushed into the inner tent with his arms, "Everyone back down! Call Li Qian!"

28

It was obviously a sunny day, but it happened to rain at noon.

The rain was still falling heavily, and the sky and the earth were shrouded in a huge curtain, and the air was filled with a rotten dampness.

On Jiaotai Road, the busiest street in Nanling, a group of people drove past.

Someone came slowly with a black bone umbrella, and every step he took, the fog intensified.

Every time he took a step closer, the heart lock bell on his ankle let out a dull whimper.

The man was slender, thin but powerful.

He was wearing the uniform of the Tang Sect, and the novel steel armor attracted the attention of many people.

But when everyone saw the man's face clearly, the noisy city suddenly became more lively.

"Ghost! There is a ghost!"

The man had no eyes, and his torso was straight. No matter how many people threw stones and rotten leaves at him, he seemed to be unaware and continued to walk forward stiffly.

"Let's go." Lin Moqin sang loudly while shaking the banner every once in a while, which is a typical method of soul control in Nanling.

The team transporting the coffin behind them was mighty, and the soldiers in the team lowered their heads one by one, with fearful faces.

After the team walked out of Guancheng, they walked for nearly two hours, when they were so far away that they could no longer hear any common people's comments, Lin Moqin finally gave the order to stop advancing.

"kill."

As if a certain mechanism had been activated, the man from the Tang Sect raised the thousand receivers and blasted at the snow-white tent.

The mechanism exploded, and the scorching breath engulfed the living beings.

Before the people in the tent could scream, they were scorched by the wooden railing at the door.

"continue."

Immediately afterwards, everyone opened the coffin, which was full of weapons glowing with cold light.

Following Lin Mouqin's order, the soldiers bravely rushed into the bandit camp, and scattered and fled the team escorting the leader.

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Hidden Sword Villa.

"Young master, there is a lot of salt and alkali in this place, it is really not suitable for growing bamboo."

Ye Mengshan shook his head, wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Plant it, when he comes back, the bamboo forest will be a beautiful sight."

The attendant lowered his head, his eyes reddened.

The son of the Tang family, I'm afraid he won't be able to come back.

Discard the bamboo whip, fill it with salt, or change the roots once every 60 years, and the roots must produce flowers, and the flowers must bear fruit, and the fruit must wither. "

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