The long love of the ancient sword

As the sun goes down, the melodious sound of the zither can be heard continuously in the inaccessible valley.

The sound of the piano is melodious and melodious, and the rhythm is fast and slow like a narrative. When it is bright, it is as innocent and innocent as a young child without knowing the taste of sorrow. When it is slow, it is like an ancient scroll. The narrative tells ordinary happiness... The sound of the piano adds a bit of warmth to the mysterious valley shrouded in the bloody sun.

Beside a small stream in the valley, a boy in Miaojiang costume and a girl in Miaojiang costume are camping on the dry grass not far from the stream, and a colorful guqin in front of the girl is exactly the voice of the valley's faint music. source.

"Ding!"

With the casual flick of the girl's slender hand, the last note was drawn for this warm melody.

The girl at the end of the song raised her head, and saw that her face was elegant and refined, and her jet-black hair was only held up by a silver hairpin engraved with the complicated patterns of Miaojia Suxi. Exuding a gentle and elegant atmosphere... All in all, this is a beautiful girl with picturesque eyebrows.

But now, when the girl looked at the boy sitting beside her, even though there was a gentle smile on her lips, it was still difficult to hide a trace of worry in her eyes.

The boy was about seven or eight years old. Although the melodious and warm piano music had the effect of relaxing people's minds, his expression was indifferent, completely different from his childish face and the appearance he should have at his age.

The most striking thing was the bright red cinnabar mole on the center of the brow, which was in stark contrast to the boy's pale complexion.

The girl and boy were Chu Changqin and Han Yunxi who had left Wumeng Linggu.

Putting away the worry in her eyes, after slightly opening her mouth and exhaling a sigh that was almost inaudible, Changqin skillfully put away the last voice of the great saint in front of her - this was the only thing she brought out from the valley.

And the others... She shook her head, shook off the thoughts that just came to her mind and stood up.

Han Yunxi, who had just put his hands on his knees and listened intently to the sound of the piano, also stood up following her movements. The boy's pure black eyes silently stared at the girl in front of him.

"I'll go find some wild fruits and eat them with dry food later."

"I go."

After Han Yunxi simply said two words, he turned around and ran into the forest behind him without waiting for Changqin's answer—for children who played in the forest when they were young except for receiving spell training, the problem of finding wild fruits to satisfy their hunger was naturally not an issue. Next.

Watching Han Yunxi's small figure disappear in the dense forest, Changqin still couldn't hold back a long sigh.

One month.

One month is just a drop of water in the long river of history; one month is just a drop in the ocean in a person's limited life; one month is just a drop in the ocean in a child's childhood It's just a memory that may be forgotten at any time...

However, although one month is so inconspicuous and short in one's life, it is enough to experience life and death.What's more, the division between life and death originally—— only needs a short moment.

A moment is enough.

On the night of the catastrophe, it was the last time Changqin saw Han Yunxi bouncing Chuchan, whom she regarded as her own sister, into Hongye Lake. When she woke up again, what she saw was...

Blood, fresh blood, everywhere was bright red with a bloody taste.

Hundreds of clansmen, their fallen corpses all have striking similarities: frightened, hateful, unwilling expressions, killed by a knife or covered with scars, and even more people even bleed from seven orifices and swell all over their bodies blackened...

On the main road leading to the altar of Nuwa, she found her grandfather Chu Qiu who had raised her for two years: he had an iron sword covered with thick bloodstains stuck in his heart, and he was lying on his back on the blood-stained body. On the ground, the wrinkled face was full of pain caused by the fierce sword, but the pair of cloudy eyes were staring straight at one direction - that was Changqin who led Chu Chan and Han Yunxi on weekdays. A log cabin for practicing violin skills and playing...

Little Cicada... Yunxi...

Along the way, more and more people's bones were gathered, smelling the bloody smell that made her almost nauseous, and finally, she entered the Ice Flame Cave that only the great witch Zhu had been allowed to enter.

No matter how small the hope is, she doesn't want to give up, she doesn't want to give up.

She found them.

Yunxi knelt beside a huge ice rock in the center of the deepest part of this forbidden area, his small hands tightly clasped the hands of his mother who would never respond to him again—his lips were deeply pierced by clenched teeth. and Xiaochan, lying quietly in the deepest corner of this forbidden area, just like Yunxi's mother, the big witch Zhu Han Xiuning, feels the same to her now, her whole body is full of death...

Her sister was lost after all.

Then, she saw Han Yunxi's eyes turning to look at her.

The naughty and jumping boy at the entrance of Hongye Lake, in the eyes full of vitality and hope in the past, there is only boundless silence left.

Yunxi, who was affectionately calling him "Sister Changqin" yesterday, now only looks at her vigilantly with dim black eyes, like a desperate little animal, and there is still a faint glow all over her body. Black and red ominous atmosphere.

All she can do is to go forward and hold tightly to this child who lost everything today like her, and give him the only thing she can do at this moment and the only thing she can give, the warmth of an ordinary person is what she is praying for at this moment Yes, a warmth that belongs to the living like her—in today's Wumengling Valley—a death valley that has suffered a catastrophe.

Han Yunxi struggled in Changqin's arms for a while before gradually calming down. He looked up at her: "Changqin... sister?"

Carefully, with a fragile expectation and hope.

"Yes, it's me!"

The boy's blood-stained little hand gently caressed the girl's cheek—clean and warm, not as cold and stiff as his mother and Xiao Chan.

Blinking vigorously the eyes that seemed to be covered with a layer of blood mist since he woke up, the boy buried his face deeply in this embrace that only had warmth, and whispered softly: "One...one...only Yunxi My...Mother...Little Cicada...Grandpa Qiu...and Sister Changqin are all asleep...Yunxi, I don't want...to be alone..."

"I don't want... only... Yunxi herself..."

The tired boy finally relaxed, murmured and fell asleep.

"No, I won't leave you alone."

Listening to the shallow breathing coming from her arms, the girl made a gentle but firm promise.

In the following month, Changqin and Yunxi, two children who had not grown up, began to clean up the devastated village with one hand and one foot.

She and him, having paid a painful price, grew up overnight.

The first thing to be resettled is the remains of the villagers.

Except for those whose bodies were incomplete or whose faces were beyond recognition due to poisoning, which were buried in the old cemetery of the clan, Yunxi put them together in the Bingyan Cave and kept them frozen.

Although he felt that preserving the corpse so lifelike would be self-deceiving, Changqin didn't intend to say anything.

Firstly, Yunxi himself is the default candidate for Dawuzhu's successor. Now that Dawuzhu has passed away, all matters in the family can naturally be decided by him; secondly, for souls from the modern technological world, burial of ashes does not even leave ashes Things are not uncommon. Modern people are more accustomed to looking at the real photos on the tombstones when thinking about their deceased relatives. Although she doesn't appreciate the dead relatives' remains in the other kind of ice coffin, it is still far away. Far from reaching her bottom line.

What's more, letting Yunxi think about it is a consolation, after all, this child who is only seven years old does not have her 20 years of life experience in another world.

Han Yunxi, after waking up from her arms that day, the child who jumped out of Feiyang seemed to have disappeared. He became taciturn and could stay silent all day, just staring silently at the The ruined home, or staying alone with his mother in the gloomy and icy ice cave.

And most of the time, he was silent as if he was closely beside her, watching her every move at all times, rushing to tidy up the ruined log cabin before she did it, fetching water and doing laundry together with her Cook……

Being obedient and quiet made Changqin feel bad.

Changqin's original plan was to wait for Yunxi's physical and mental state to be completely stable before going out of the valley - the now lifeless Wumeng Linggu is not suitable for living people to continue to live in, but on the first day of the new moon in January, Yunxi's body The great change forced her to decide to leave the valley immediately.

Han Yunxi on the first day of the new moon, who had been quiet and silent since the early morning, felt a little strange, and Changqin felt relieved at first that his mood had finally calmed down and returned to the way a child should be...

Unexpectedly, not long after the sun went down, an ominous black and red aura immediately enveloped the boy's whole body.

It was the breath she saw on the night of the genocide.

Scarlet eyes, ferocious face, violent and terrifying aura, those chilling eyes, seemed to want to tear Changqin standing in front of him to pieces!

If it wasn't for Yunxi's honed willpower after this catastrophe...if it wasn't for Changqin who had been playing the piano every day after Chu Jianli's death to learn the technique of sound attack to appease him...the consequences would be disastrous!

Chu Changqin didn't believe in ghosts and gods in her previous life, but in this life, even if she followed her parents and clansmen to believe in the witchcraft performed by Nuwa and the great witch Zhu, it didn't make her fear the theory of gods and ghosts—so she would never believe in evil spirits Conjectures like upper body!

Could it be that the stimulation of that night was too profound, so not only did he lose part of his memory, but he also developed a second personality that would become violent and bloody at a certain time?

Thinking of this, Changqin couldn't live in this devastated spiritual valley anymore - in her previous life, she read the medical knowledge about split personality, and knew that this disease can be cured the sooner it is treated in the early stage of the disease The greater the success rate!

Regardless of the nostalgia for the place where she grew up in Yunxi's eyes at that time, she brought enough clothes, dry food and necessary tools for outdoor life, as well as the Guqin entrusted to her by her father Chu Jianli. So she left the valley where she had lived for seven years without looking back.

And today is the first night they left the hidden valley.

After a while, Han Yunxi came back with a few ripe wild fruits in his arms - and a fat hare in his right hand.

Rather, it made Changqin a little bit interested in barbecuing in the wild.

What the siblings who have just entered the world do not know is that in the wild, especially at night, the smell of meat produced by barbecue is very easy to attract large nocturnal predators.

The bloodbath that happened in Wumeng Linggu a month ago has already attracted countless carnivorous beasts. The reason why they never broke into the valley was just because of the barrier in the valley. Now because they have short legs and slow feet, they are far away from the entrance of Linggu. In fact, it is not far away.

Now that the smell of barbecue is wafting around, the wild beast that was hidden in the mountains and forests during the day can no longer hold back...

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