Jia Mo

"Choose a better excuse for lying," Qi Yin covered her face, "Apart from me and Yunzhi, who's a thief, do you have any friends?"

"..." Qi Lingshu fell silent, looking at him quietly.The room was deserted, with the cool wind blowing in from the window, swishing around.For some reason, Qi Yin saw from his expressionless face that "if you dare to say it, I will kill you".

God, this guy is really touching my heart.Unexpectedly, Qi Lingshu, the leader of Wufang who does not eat fireworks in the world, will also descend to the mortal world sometimes!Qi Yin was very excited, and asked happily, "Does that person like you?"

Qi Lingshu didn't answer, closed his eyes, and said: "Please go back, I'm going to rest."

"Why?

No matter how you do it, you can't change the habit of calling him Junior Martial Uncle, Qi Lingshu is very helpless, "If you can't change it, just call him Junior Martial Uncle."

"Little uncle," Qi Yin said, "my father told me in the glazed illusion that if you like a girl, you should take good care of her. Tianhan asks her to dress, and three meals asks her to eat. Be with me every day, and one day , she will like you too."

"Is that so?" Qi Lingshu suddenly opened his eyes.

Look, show your face, there must be someone hiding in your heart.Qi Yin waved his hand, "Of course not! You don't need to think about it at all. You are so handsome, and your swordsmanship is so strong. You just need to stand in front of that girl and hook your fingers at her, and she will come to you. .If you hook your fingers unsuccessfully, then you can smile at her twice. If you can’t succeed by smiling twice..."

"Then what?" Qi Lingshu asked.

"Then there is no other way," Qi Yin spread her hands, "Either she has someone in her heart, or she really doesn't have feelings for you."

Qi Lingshu didn't ask any more questions, and said with a frown, "Go back."

But Qi Yin didn't leave, took Liulizi off his wrist and put it on Qi Lingshu's wrist.The light blue colored glaze hanging on his white wrist was really pretty, Qi Yin nodded with satisfaction, as expected this kind of bead string is more suitable for white and clean students like them.

"What are you doing?" Qi Lingshu was taken aback, "This is what Master left for you."

"This is what my father left for us." Qi Yin said, "My father left two things, Gui Meijian and this string of glass eighteen pieces that are useless and can only be seen. I'm a little selfish, Gui Meijian is me Take it away, you can wear this string of glass. Little uncle, I am leaving with my brother, so you have to be careful. Wear it, and you will know that my father is protecting you in heaven. "

Qi Lingshu lowered his eyes and stared at the string of clear glass for a long time.Under the sky, his eyelashes trembled like moth feathers, Qi Yin knew that there must be deep sorrow hidden in his eyes.Qi Lingshu was silent for a while, and said: "Junior Brother, I often think that Master has been slaying demons and demons for decades. Why did you end up in such a situation? 'How can heaven reward good people?' 'If the so-called way of heaven is true, is it true?'"

He asked every word, every word was painful, every word wept blood, Qi Yin was also very sad, yes, how could such a good person like his parents end up like this?Qi Yin remained silent for a while, Qi Lingshu came to his senses and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have said this to you."

Qi Yin shook his head and said, "Little Master Uncle, I can't answer your questions. But I think, God, we mortals can't guess or see through, and no one knows what will happen tomorrow. Maybe Today I’m having fun cooking meat, and tomorrow I’ll be crushed to death with a flowerpot falling on my head. Forget it, don’t care how hard tomorrow is, as long as today is happy and carefree like a fairy! In the future, I’ll be miserable Displaced and unkempt, there are things to reminisce about, right?"

He patted Qi Lingshu on the shoulder and went out. The world was snow-colored and boundless.Fulan was dressed in linen and black, carrying a small bundle of blue cloth and broken flowers, hugged Master Cat, and stood on the porch waiting for him.

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In the evening, the sunset glow poured over the green brick floor, like clusters of flames, and the entire mountain city was shrouded in dusk.The weather was getting warmer, and the weeping willows by the river had sprouted new shoots, and a shack was built under the willows, with a few greasy square tables and a few thin benches.Five or six men with their sleeves rolled up were drinking and punching, their cheeks flushed from eating.There were fewer people on the street, and everyone cleared up their stalls and closed their doors.On a long street facing the water, there is only this lonely shack left.

"Excuse me, how do I get to Crescent Valley?" someone asked.

The men turned their faces and saw a boy standing on the green brick floor.He was very beautiful, with exquisite eyebrows, and looked only twelve or thirteen years old, with a snow-like fox fur around his neck, and a cloak on his body, with silver buttons fastened together meticulously.It's just that the eyes seem to be blind, gray and dull.

"It's been a long time since I went back, and I got lost," the boy smiled apologetically, wondering if he was embarrassed because of getting lost, "Please point me in the right direction."

"What are you doing there? It's a foggy place. People who entered it never came back. It's very dangerous." The men surrounded him drunkenly, "You're a child, where are your grandparents?"

The boy didn't answer, someone rubbed his hands and laughed, "He looks good, brothers, do you want to take it home for fun? Then sell it to the bustard, we'll have money for the second half of the year."

The boy didn't seem to understand, he smiled slightly, still polite, "Can you point me in the right direction?"

"Let's go, let's take you there!" A man reached out to embrace him.

The boy took a step back, just avoiding the outstretched hand.The man was a little unhappy, and said: "What's the matter, you still refuse to take me there?"

The boy shook his head helplessly.The men glanced at each other and surrounded them from all directions, their dark eyes showing an obscene light.The boy remained motionless, with his head slightly lowered, as if defenseless.Everyone yelled and was about to rush forward when several bleak lights flew out from under the cloak, as if a knife had slashed their eyelids, and everyone's eyes were shaken.The wind blade circled in the shack, and in an instant firewood flew wildly and blood spattered everywhere.Everyone was a little shorter, like believers kneeling to worship gods, and fell to the ground because their legs had been severed by the wind blade.

The beautiful boy stepped on the blood and stopped in front of a man, condescending.The man raised his eyes with difficulty, and saw that the boy still had a warm smile on his face, and even the curvature of the corner of his mouth had not changed.

"I've asked this for the third time," the boy smiled wryly, looking very distressed, "How do I get to Crescent Valley?"

The man pointed in one direction with difficulty, the boy nodded and said, "Thank you."

After speaking, the boy turned into a cluster of purple butterflies and disappeared.Just as the man was asking for help, a wind blade rolled across everyone's throats, blood flowed for a moment, and there was no sound in the shack.

The purple butterfly passed through the moat that looked like a giant ax cut through the mountain depression, flew through the thick fog, and flew along the gurgling stream to the hidden canyon in the deep mountains.Blushing oil-paper lanterns hung on both sides of the zigzag mountain steps, and the boy landed on the moss-covered stone steps.Immediately, a woman washing clothes by the stream noticed him, and the children playing in the water by the stream froze for a moment, and ran over shouting: "Master Ah Li! Master Ah Li is back!"

The children surrounded him like fluttering butterflies, and Wu Yuli took out little things like velvet flowers and cloth tigers from under the cloak and distributed them to them.The children surrounded him and walked into the depths of the Crescent Valley together.The women who washed their clothes stood up and wiped their hands on the skirts of their clothes, saying, "Master Ah Li has become smaller again."

"That's right," said a middle-aged woman, "This is the second time I've seen it. It's the first time I've seen Lord Ah Li shrink. He looks like he's only eight years old."

"This is Mrs. A Li's private matter, let's leave it alone." Someone interrupted them, "Thanks to Mrs. A Li, we homeless widows can escape the claws of demons and have a resting place. Clean up, Let's go home now. Master Ah Li likes to drink tea, I, go and make some Yunwu tea for him."

The full moon rises at the end of the mountain, and the moonlight is like delicate mercury, spreading in the quiet valley.All the people living in Crescent Valley are widows, and there is a mother and several children in each low hut.Most of them escaped by chance from the demon and were taken in by Wu Yuli.In the middle of the valley stands a tall statue of a white deer, covered with moonlight and with flowers on its antlers.Wu Yuli sat under the white deer statue, cleaning a plain white bone flute.Children, big and small, surrounded him and lay at his feet.

A child muttered and asked, "Aren't Master A Li playing the piano today?"

Wu Yuli shook his head with a smile, "Happy today, play the flute."

"But Lord A Li used to play the piano," the child asked ignorantly, "it's only fun when you play the flute. When you played the piano before, was Lord A Li sad?"

Wu Yuli didn't answer, just tilted his head and asked, "Want to hear a story?"

"Yes!" All the children shouted.

Wu Yuli said, "A long time ago, when the Great God White Deer was still descending into the mortal world, he often went outside to play and play. Whenever the night was late and the moon rose, the Great God White Deer came back from afar wearing moonlight. The hooves of Duk sounded in the bushes, and a great witch would play the bone flute."

"Is he welcoming God home?" the children asked.

There was tenderness in Wu Yuli's eyes. He raised his hand, and the butterfly flew out of his palm, fluttering its wings, and scattered into the distant mountains with fluorescent lights.He seemed to see that white deer spirit descending under the moonlight and walking towards him again.At that moment, there seemed to be a light in his misty eyes.

"Yes, that's right," he whispered. "He's welcoming his god... home!"