The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

Bandit Lu Qing fell to the ground and turned from the bustling market into a quiet alley.

The moss grows purely between the stone crevices, and deep green marks appear in the rough texture.The neighbors around are shouting and bustling, but here is lonely and few people, even the chirping of noisy birds is also subdued here.The night fog has risen, covering the surroundings hazyly, the air is also dense with water vapor, and the sun is half-dark and half-bright through the green leaves, like a cold and dark candle reflected through a copper mirror.

Occasionally, two children who were chasing and playing ran past Lu Qing bandit, and Lu Qing bandit called them back, knelt down and pointed to the house at the end of the alley and asked where it was and who lived there.

"You can't go there, there are monsters that can eat human flesh inside, big monsters!" The child made a face at him, and the bun on the top of his head was tied into a ball, wrapped around five colored ropes and fluttering. "That's not it!" Another child came over and pulled the corner of Lu Qinggui's clothes, "The person living there is not a monster, he is obviously a good-looking fairy! Better than the fairy in the Taoist temple in the city! My mother The last time I was sick, I asked the immortal to save me!"

Lu Qing bandit thanked them and continued to walk forward, and the children's playfulness gradually faded away.The deep house is submerged in the dense fresh green of willow branches, with only a little grayish-brown sharp corners faintly exposed.A delicate and translucent river circled around it, leaving a small wooden pier at the door.An ebony boat was moored there, the boat's canopy swaying slightly with the river.The mahogany door is closed tightly, and there are two couplets pasted on it, which read "No heart, no eyes, no sorrow, no righteousness, no freedom, there is resentment, ignorance, fear, anger, and happiness." clear.

The seclusion here is secluded, but it is not at all like a place where those self-proclaimed noble monks would bend down to live, but more like a hermit in the world of the Great Hermit.

Lu Qing bandit said those two words in his mouth several times, and gradually felt some unexpected interest.

This man is really strange, he thought.He is obviously a monk, but he doesn't live in the Taoist Temple in the Clouds, nor in the famous mountains and lakes, but he lives in this market house.It is clear that one should ignore the common customs and concentrate on practicing, but say that there is no sorrow, no righteousness, and no freedom, but he cares about the suffering, life and death of ordinary people and old women.But if he is a true hermit, he specially ran to the sea of ​​blood to use spells to snatch Zi Yang's demon pill.It's really strange.

It was early spring at this time, and when kites and grasses were growing in the world, Lu Qing bandit saw a branch of fresh and tender peach blossom protruding obliquely from the courtyard wall. Shaking in the wind, the sharp leaves are a little light yellow, and a few small ones are held underneath, tender and lovely.After that, the thin green bamboos have been pulled out, and the new green leaves are gathered into a cloud of elegant blue mist as if they have been washed.

He casually folded a branch of peach blossom that was just budding, and played with it for a while, his slender and white fingers crushed the round and tender flower bud, and rubbed it a few times, leaving a bit of ambiguous stickiness on the fingertips. The fragrance of peach blossom.

The branch of peach blossom slid down from his tight waist, he used spiritual energy on the branch, the sharp cut broke through the robe with beautiful patterns, and further scratched the unhealed wound on his abdomen, tricky and tricky. Cut off that warm flesh and blood.The bright red blood shook off the fresh green peach blossom branches, and landed on the pink and white buds, the original elegant white was dyed with a dazzling bright red.It seems that the peach blossoms that were originally budding are suddenly full of branches.

Lu Qing bandit covered his wound and sighed softly, his slender hands shook slightly, and a stream of blood fell like broken flowers all over the ground.Holding the blood-stained peach blossom, he half-sat on the ground and leaned against the closed mahogany door, knocking lightly.

A boy with ram's horns stuck his head out from the door, stared at him blankly for a while, then came back to his senses, and was startled by his wound.The little boy let out a loud ah, turned his head and trotted back.

"Sir, sir, it's not good! At our door, there is a fairy who has turned into a peach blossom! Ah! There is a lot of blood on his body, I am afraid he is going to die!"

Bandit Lu Qing sat at the door, the blood from his abdomen still gurgling out.He covered it with one hand, the corner of his mouth was bitten by himself because of the pain just now, and a streak of bright red blood dripped from his lips, his snow-white cheeks were covered with streaks of blood, and his black hair was sticky Next to the face, there is misty water vapor in the eyes, it really looks like a fairy who has just sucked human blood.

Pursing his lips, Lu Qing bandit felt a little remorse in his heart.His trick was really a trick, in order to let the people in the house save him.There are thousands of reasons for approaching, but if he wants to do something, he must do it perfectly.The miserable experience is just talking about it verbally, even if it can win people's trust, it is not safe, and it must not be as miserable as what I saw with my own eyes.

It's just that he seems to have accidentally scratched a little deep.If he died before the people in the house came to rescue him, that would be self-defeating—he might have to change his skin again.

Lu Qing bandit raised his head, the black eaves split the dark blue sky into two zigzag halves.The moisture in the air finally couldn't stand it any longer, and the dense mist condensed into water, which fell down and became cold and clammy rain.Lu Qing bandit's clothes were wet, sticking to his skin coldly, the cold air soaked from the clothes into his ripped stomach, and then into his flesh and blood, causing him to shiver.

The sound of light footsteps and the sound of rain falling through the eaves became more and more clear.One after another, with a harp-like rhythm.It should be a pair of blue silk soft cloth shoes walking on the ground, the ground is muddy and wet, but it does not touch the body at all.Just like passing through the misty rain, but still spotless, pure as ever.

When the cool wind started to rise, icy rain fell into Lu Qing's eyes.The slender eyelashes trembled, and a tear fell from the socket.His eyes blurred into a strange halo, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The footsteps stopped beside him, and the icy rain disappeared with them.Half of the blue satin umbrella covered with white cranes soaring in the sky covered the cold blue sky in front of his eyes.

"Don't cry." He heard someone say softly.

The voice was slow and clear, like a handful of new snow among the branches in the forest, cold but soft.The ending sound rose slowly, and was finally lost in the rustling rain.

If this person can sing, he must be very nice.He wanted to hear him sing it a hundred times and a thousand times, every word and tune, thousands of times.

Lu Qingban tried his best to open his eyes wide to see, but only saw a cloud of blue mist floating softly and dimly in front of his eyes.The gentle aura brushed over his body lightly, like a spring breeze blowing over a bright flower bud, gently checking his injury.

"Your dantian and lungs have been wounded by sword qi, and your cultivation base is out of ten. You have not recovered from serious injuries, but you forcefully circulate your aura and cast spells..."

"So I'm going to die." Lu Qing bandit said calmly.His eyelashes trembled, opened but then slowly closed, and there was a smear of red in the corners of his eyes.

"But it can be saved." The man said.

"But I am willing to seek death, senior, please don't save me." Lu Qing bandit said.

The man was silent.

The rain was thicker, and warm blood oozed from under Lu Qing bandit's body, dyeing the moss deep red.

"Why don't you want to live?" There was a hint of puzzlement in that cold tone.

The monk leaning against the wooden door smiled casually, brushing the peach blossoms in his hands with downcast handsome eyebrows.

"I have no worries, no relatives, no friends. I have no refuge in life, and nowhere to bury after death. No one wants to drink a pot of wine with me when I am alive, and no one should be there for me when I die. I shed a drop of tears to be sad. Living and dying are all my own business, and have nothing to do with others. I don’t feel happy living, and I think it’s better to die.”

"But if you don't live, how do you know you won't meet someone who is willing to get drunk with you?" the man asked.

"It's late, it's late. I haven't met him in the past so many years, so how do I know that he will meet me in the future. If he met me one day earlier, I might not want to die. But now I am going to die, and it is too late to say anything .Maybe I can meet people in purgatory that I can't meet in the world." Lu Qing bandit replied.

The author has something to say: Open the door to kill√