Suo Jinling

The fairy official seemed to have never heard of it, his withered and yellow face was covered by the moonlight, reflecting a piece of cold white, he tapped his finger lightly, the fingertips bounced up and down on the ground, and hummed an unknown tune, the tune was melodious and long, as low and hoarse as clouds and mist , rippling away.

He is like a wanderer traveling far away from home. His soul rises with the wind and drifts between the heaven and the earth. He uses fine wine as a boat, and the night as oars.

After a long time, the fairy officer said with a sassy smile, "Young general, do you want...to save me?"

"It's not about saving you," Chen Jing said, "it's about saving the people of Li."

The fairy official was stunned, and smiled lightly, the laughter was hoarse and weak, like thick Sha rubbing through the throat, and there was a hoarse whistling.

"No one can save me," Xianguan said, "That traitor... only He Zhongyin can save me."

"Who?"

Chen Jing's ear bones trembled slightly, and he hummed: "Who can save you?"

"Zhuxincao...Zhuxincao," Xianguan said, "He Zhongyin's painstaking efforts... can gather spiritual energy and bring Zhuxincao back to life."

Chen Jing stood there in a daze, with pain in his head that was splitting. He had been taught by his master and admired and respected him. Although he vaguely guessed that he was related to this mysterious ethnic group, he was the person with blood at first glance. ·····It still made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning, and his feet were unstable.

Thinking about it this way, Mr. has superb medical skills and martial arts, and is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. When the plague spread in the city, many doctors were helpless, but Mr. was able to make prescriptions... If Mr. is a member of this witch doctor clan, everything It can be said.

"Living and dead people, flesh and bones," Chen Jing murmured, "The dead person can still be resurrected?"

"It's absolutely impossible," the fairy official shook his head, "There is no panacea in the world that can bring the dead back to life."

The Tongtian Tower was silent, and a needle could be clearly distinguished when it fell on the ground.

Chen Jing pressed his forehead, and the veins on the forehead trembled. He seemed to be unable to grasp the past, the future, what he wanted and what he didn't want.

That being the case, at least the person in front of him must be saved.

"Hold on," Chen Jing said, "I'm going to find Mr. right now, and beg him to come and save you."

The fairy official was exhausted, slowly shook his head and didn't want to say any more, Chen Jing put the man back on the couch, fell down along the window lattice, and hurried to Hongye's residence, before he entered the courtyard, Hongye rushed out, holding With thin rolls on his hands, cold sweat covered his head: "Report to the general... The people we sent out have found Mr. He's whereabouts."

three days ago.

He Xiuzhu lit a fire in front of the stove, he was coughed by the thick smoke, and sneezed several times. He rubbed his nose, shivered by the cold wind, and went to the eaves with his arms folded. He felt that the wind and snow were so evil that even the sun and the moon hid, as if they were escaping from something.

Not long after Dad entered the bedroom, he pulled the curtains and put out the candles, and he didn't come out for a long time. He Xiuzhu felt uneasy, wandering around outside, always wanting to knock on the door and go in, afraid that Dad was doing something important After thinking about it, he went back to cook the porridge, poked his head out from time to time to check, the bedroom door squeaked and was pushed open from the inside, He Xiuzhu got up in a hurry, his hair was torn by the fire, he jumped back and forth, slapped flat Huo Miao rushed out with the fried chicken coop: "Father, how is little brother?"

"It's okay," He Zhongyin closed the door, "Are the glutinous rice cakes ready?"

"Here we come," He Xiuzhu ran back to the kitchen and brought out the freshly baked glutinous rice cakes, "Try it, Daddy, it's all hot!"

He Zhongyin took one, bit it between his lips a few times, and squeezed out a crisp sound. He unceremoniously took the bamboo basket from his son, leaned back into the reclining chair in the courtyard, and swayed back and forth.

He Xiuzhu didn't say a word to interrupt, and stood behind the recliner silently, rubbing his father's shoulders.

He Zhongyin enjoyed this rare and comfortable time. If he replaced the glutinous rice cakes with rice paper and covered his face with the rice paper, he could go back to the past and the happiest years of his life.

The sky is bright and the air is clear, the wind is smooth, chic and comfortable, carefree... There will never be such a day again.

The fluttering snow fell on his face and melted into water flowing down, causing him to raise his neck and look into He Xiuzhu's eyes.

"father?"

He Xiuzhu stopped his movements, he was at a loss for a moment, he always felt that his father's expression was wrong, he seemed to be planning something, and he seemed to have decided something, and he had to do this goal, no one else could stop him.

Feeling uneasy, he licked his chapped lips: "Father...why don't you eat?"

He Zhongyin put down the basket and put the cloth towel beside him: "When do you want to get married?"

"Father!" He Xiuzhu was dumbfounded, his fingers stiffened into chicken feet, "How did you get here? When did I say I want to get married... No, who can I marry?"

He Zhongyin snorted, nodded and said, "That's right, it's because Daddy is too dull and never cared about your lifelong affairs."

"Father," He Xiuzhu shook his head and squeezed his fingers unconsciously, "but what happened? What can I do?"

"Take good care of your younger brother. Daddy goes out to collect medicine," He Zhongyin said, "If he doesn't like medicine, just cook him some sugar water."

During the conversation, He Zhongyin stood up, waved his sleeves and went into the bedroom. He Xiuzhu ran to the front and stood in front of He Zhongyin: "Father! Where are you going? I want to go with you!"

"I'm just going to collect herbs," He Zhongyin said, "you go with me, who will take care of your brother?"

He Xiuzhu looked around, the temple was deserted and uninhabited, only a few birdsong echoed in the air.

"Father, since we are family members, we should be honest with each other." He Xiuzhu opened his arms and raised his feathers abruptly, "Are you really going to gather medicine?"

"Yes," He Zhongyin pushed He Xiuzhu's arm away, "Xiuzhu, your brother is in danger, don't let daddy experience that kind of feeling again."

He Xiuzhu's mind shook violently, his arms collapsed, his neck couldn't support his head, and it fell between his shoulders.

He was silent for a moment, took half a step back, stepped on the gravel under his feet, turned his back and stopped looking at anyone.

He Zhongyin raised his arm, hesitated for a moment or put it down, walked into the bedroom, and gently closed the door.

Sandalwood was lingering in the room, eyes were covered by thick fog, Lan Jingming had a peaceful face, exhaling lightly and shallowly, He Zhongyin walked to the edge, tucked up the corners of the quilt for someone, brushed the wet hair from his forehead, and pushed it behind the ear bones.

It's rare for this child to have a good rest. It's best to sleep more.

There was a bamboo pole used to support the beam in the corner. He Zhongyin took out the short dagger, squatted down and looked at it for a while, peeled off a piece of it, and dug the inside until it was hollowed out, leaving only a thin shell. Ho ho chirping.

He put away the short bamboo tube, took out the package from the cabinet, took out the hairpin box from inside, brushed off the floating dust on the top, and stroked the embroidered leaves of Zhuxin grass.

There was also a black leather flat tube under the hairpin box, the tattoos on it were smeared tattered, and the original appearance could not be seen clearly. He Zhongyin opened the flat tube, took out a short dagger from inside, skimmed half an inch on his finger, and the blood was like The spring water rushed out, submerging most of the palms.

This is the sharp blade he gave to his sister for self-defense. It has been crafted for three years, and it is his most proud work.

It is as thin as a cicada's wings and cuts iron like mud, and the mortal body is like rice paper in front of it, which can be cut easily.

Sunlight poured in from the window lattice, reflecting on the cold front, He Zhongyin turned it around, pointed the tip of the knife at his heart, moved it left and right a few times, and slightly tightened the corners of his lips.

After a while, he put the knife back into its sheath, put the bamboo tube and short blade into his arms, carried the medicine basket on his back and stepped out, walked around the courtyard a few times, and found a familiar figure in the kitchen.

He Xiuzhu was sweating profusely, waving his long fan in front of the firewood, his whole face was blurred, and his eyelashes couldn't be torn apart.

He Zhongyin stood by the door, He Xiuzhu didn't turn his head to speak, but just knocked in front of the stove, knocking over the bamboo basket.

This was almost the first time He Zhongyin saw his son get angry.

Xiu Zhu has been obedient since he was a child, it seems that he has lived a long time of ups and downs, he is used to understanding others' thoughts, understanding others' difficulties, he can endure as much as he can, and he will not make people sad for nothing.

He Zhongyin knew that he didn't work hard and didn't distinguish between grains and grains. He was not like ordinary parents, and couldn't give the child meticulous care. He had been dependent on Xiuzhu all these years, and he was cared for and sheltered by the child. His father should have The things that I come to do are all done by the child.

"Xiu Zhu," He Zhongyin said, "You are a man now, you have to learn to be independent."

He Xiuzhu froze for a moment, flapped his arms faster, and the flame rose into the air, beeping in front of his eyes.

The air is full of burning smell, sticky|like boiling water, so hot that people can't move.

He Zhongyin reined in the medicine basket, turned around and walked out, his back passed by the door, and he disappeared instantly.

After a long time, He Xiuzhu dropped the fan, clamped his ears with his arms, and muttered non-stop.

"Daddy, what you don't want to taste again...do you want me to taste it?"