You Wuming and his party came to the southeast of Youzhou.
Here, Jiangzhou is in the south and Tiandu is in the east.
The climate is extremely dry, and when you look around, there are large patches of yellow sand.
It is impossible for a caravan to go as fast as a march. If the speed is too dazzling, it is easy to be noticed abnormally.
So I can only crawl on this Gobi.
After a few days of rubbing it slowly, Sang Yuanyuan successfully advanced to the sixth heaven of the Spiritual Hidden Realm. Now, her spiritual aura is emerald green, like nephrite jade, every time she enters Dharma, looking at such a transparent and beautiful color, Sang Yuanyuan will have the illusion that he is a priceless jade statue.
The sun flower is already as long as its forearm, and the cyan halo that oozes out of the flower disk gradually becomes a water-like material, like a precious essence gel.
She planted You Wuming so much. As soon as she entered the concentration, the man would be planted by her into a cactus-like thing, and only a shape could be seen.
Call him fierce!
On this day, A Gu, who was silent all the way, suddenly came to the outside of the carriage, begging to see You Wuming.
"Lord, fifteen miles ahead is the burial ground of his subordinate's benefactor. The subordinate wants to take a trip and add some incense and soil to his benefactor. I hope the Lord's grace will be allowed!"
This place is less than a hundred miles away from the border between You and Jiang. A Gu also knew that his request was prone to ramifications, and his lanky face was full of shame and entanglement.
After a while, a faint voice came from the carriage: "Go together."
He pushed the wooden door of the carriage and stood on the cowl.
After staring into the distance for a while, he beckoned to Sang Yuan.
"Well," he pointed to the southeast, "don't think A Gu is very fierce now. When he was a child, he was a trash. He was rolling in the mud since he was a kid, making people bullied enough."
A Gu scratched his head and stood aside with a smirk: "The lord is laughing again."
Sang got out of the carriage far away, tiptoeing and looking to the southeast.
So far away, only a small mountain can be seen, and there are many greens in the mountain, like a small oasis on the Gobi.
She looked at Agu with interest: "Is there the hometown of General Agu?"
A Gu raised his eyes carefully and looked at You Wuming.
You Wuming indifferently raised his hand and waved it twice, and muttered: "After listening to it 800 times, my ears are callused, so he said quietly, don't bother me."
He got back into the carriage.
Agu scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I'm drunk, so I love to talk, but I even dislike others who are not qualified to listen to me. Every time I am so drunk and courageous, I ran to the lord and talked..."
Sang Yuan chuckled.
She was able to make up for the look of You Wuming who wanted to draw a knife and hack someone.
Agu smiled happily, and said: "In fact, the lord is murderous to outsiders. I know he will not really kill me. Oh no, it was actually done."
He raised his hand and pointed at the back of his head.
"When I was seven years old, I had a strange disease. Here, another head grew out of it." His eyes were slightly dim. "I was thrown into the river as a monster. Fortunately, a benefactor saved me and saved me. Take it with you."
"Yun Gong is a teacher. Since I adopted me, many students have not gone to his private school. He lives alone with a two-year-old son. Because of me, he cut off his income. I am very guilty."
A little tears appeared in Agu's eyes, and his eyes became far away: "For so many years, I have never seen a man like a benevolent father. The gentleman, Qianqian, is as gentle as jade. The little son is also like a little fairy boy in the world. "
"The people in the village beat me, scolded me, and hit me with stones, so I stole the chickens and ducks from their homes, smashed the seedlings from their vegetable fields, and matched them with the fish caught in the river to help my benefactor and the young man! I! Luck is also very good. One day when I went to bed, I suddenly washed my muscles and marrow by myself and stepped into the spiritual hidden realm for the first time."
"Ah..." Sang sighed far away, "That's great!"
A smile appeared on Agu’s face: "Since then, I can absorb the wood spirit accumulation. Hey, I thought, when I was successful in my cultivation, I would join the army to eliminate demons and perform meritorious services to earn face for my benevolent! Have a good life with the little son!"
Sang Yuanyuan suddenly remembered only Agu's request.
Go to the burial ground of your benefactor and add incense and soil.
"Who knows," Agu smiled sorrowfully, "It was only three short years in that kind of life. After losing everything, I suddenly realized that I was looking forward to a good day to be with my benefactor and the young man. It’s already the best day for the son to catch fish for them by his side!"
Sang Yuan's heart tightened.
Agu's eyes gradually turned red: "One day, my benefactor was suddenly taken away, and the little son was also taken away. I waited for a long, long time, only to wait for a bone. It was a treason, a joke, and an ordinary man. Mr. Teacher, what kind of trick is you doing!"
"I know I don’t have the ability to take revenge, and I don’t know what happened to the little boy. He is only five years old! I can only grit my teeth to live, and try my best to practice while inquiring about the little boy’s news. Until ten years later, I was asked to squat successfully. When I got an opportunity, I touched the Guosi Temple in the Dongjiao to assassinate the enemy..."
"What then?" Sang couldn't help asking when he saw that he hadn't spoken for a long time.
"Then I was chopped off by the lord." He scratched his head.
Sang looked at him blankly from a distance.
No, a good vengeance note, why suddenly it's supernatural.
Immediately she reacted, and it was the extra head that was chopped off by You Wuming, the little head that made A Gu be treated as a monster.
She was still a little dumbfounded, and pressed her voice and asked, "Could it be that you were the one who assassinated... Old Youwang?"
Agu nodded: "Yes, ten years ago, I met the lord and failed."
Sang Yuanyuan: "... Then you followed You Wuming?"
"Yes!" Agu nodded seriously.
Sang took care of it from afar. Ten years ago, Agu failed to assassinate the old King You and followed You Wuming. Five years ago, You Wuming gave a bloodbath to give a banquet, which can also be regarded as helping Agu avenge...
You Wuming had planned to destroy his own family a long time ago, and that's why he would receive these people who had already had blood feuds with Old You King.
The style of the encounter between these two men is really weird—
You Wuming: "Are you going to assassinate my father?"
Agu: "Yes!"
You Wuming: "Follow me, I will take you to kill my whole family!
Agu: "Okay!"
Sang Yuan felt a cloud of mist in front of him.
The voice of You Wuming's birth mother in the Ji Lingzhu is too much like the Empress Jiang Yanji! If You Wuming's biological mother was Jiang Yanji, how could he become the first son of Prince Youzhou
How many secrets does You Wuming carry on his back
She shook her head and stopped thinking.
"Did you find that little boy later?" Sang Yuan asked.
A Gu's eyes darkened, and he shook his head slightly: "If the little son is still alive, he must be like the lord, and he will be a good character with a romantic and beautiful appearance."
Hearing what he said, a picture suddenly appeared in Sang Yuan's mind. In an ordinary small village, a young gentleman like a jade tree, with a porcelain doll carved out of pink jade, walks on a dirt road in the setting sun.
There is also a strange boy with more than a little head beside him, with some shyness and admiration, staring at the father and son in the painting.
It's a pity that this beautiful picture was suddenly torn.
When speaking, a village appeared in sight.
Aggu did not enter the village, but went around on a small barren hill behind the village, and found the humble tomb in a corner.
"It's a rebellion after all. You can't even erect a monument." Agu's eyes were red, and he burned incense in front of his grave.
He worshiped a few times, and said in a low voice: "My dear grandpa, A Gu will never give up looking for a young man in this life. If my dear grandfather is alive in the sky, please give me guidance so that I can find the young man and protect his life. Blessed son, A Gu is no longer a small waste at the beginning. A Gu is already a general, and he will be able to cover the little boy and make him delicious and spicy every day!"
Sang was far easier to empathize, and his eyes suddenly became wet.
She returned to the car and found that You Wuming was not cultivating.
He was sitting upright, his eyes blank, as if looking through the carriage, also staring at the tomb.
Seeing her return, he slowly turned his black eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud.
"Little Sangguo, do you cry when others go to the grave?! What to do with you!"
He patted his knees and laughed.
Sang turned away angrily and wiped two eyes severely.
Blame her for being too empathetic.
You Wuming happily pulled her into his arms.
"Well, I see, the small sangguo is made of water." He said, "The day I die, I must take you with me, or else you cry at my grave every day, wouldn't it make me soak."
She glared at him and leaned lightly on his chest.
His body has improved significantly, and she is not sure how much the flowers she planted have played a role.
After all, the difference between the cultivation bases of the two people is really too big. If he has the heart to heal his injuries, the effect is definitely far different compared with her three-legged cat kung fu.
"You said, will Agu find that little boy?" She asked softly.
You Wuming snorted lightly and disdainfully.
She is still sighing: "Now Agu is a fierce general. You are the first person under your command, the head of the shadow guard. If the little son is still there, Agu will definitely be able to protect him and let him be safe and happy. Spend a lifetime."
He lowered his eyes and stared at her.
"Really." He said lightly.
"Yes."
She sighed softly. A Gu had chanted these things eight hundred times in front of You Wuming. If you could find them, You Wuming would have found someone for him a long time ago.
No one will let go of such a good opportunity to win over the hearts of the people.
Counting the days, when the Ming family father and son were captured, You Wuming was only four or five years old and in poor health. He was wandering around the Guimen Pass. It was impossible to know such a small incident outside.
You Wuming thought for a while, and made the caravan go straight to the south, reaching the junction of You and Jiang.
"There is Tianfeng Pass, mine." He pointed to a pass and said triumphantly.
"Um, yours." Sang nodded far away.
His arms moved slowly to the east: "Canyon."
"Gorge." Sang was far from scratching his head.
You Wuming jumped out of the car, dragged her onto the short-lived back, and took her to the steep valley.
This valley is very narrow, which can be enough for one or two cloud beasts to pass through it. Both sides are full of weathered boulders, and the wind is blowing against the ground, and the yellow sand rises up to the height, as if stepping on a yellow fairy fog.
Short-lived understands the master's heart very well, and without You Wuming's command, he slowed down and walked forward slowly.
"Little Sangguo, did you believe Agu's words foolishly?"
Without waiting for her to answer, he said to himself: "As for his aptitude, he doesn't need a lotion, he wants to cleanse the muscles, hehe."
"Hey?" Sang turned his head to look at him in doubt.
"Someone must have helped him!" You Wuming grinned happily, "It's not an ordinary person with the surname Ming, do you understand? Here, you look at this... see?"
He pointed forward.
Sang looked up from a distance and saw a large open flat land suddenly appeared in front of him. The weathered mountain stone statues on the left and right sides were cut off, and a huge arc-shaped basin was recessed. If you look at it from a high place, this gorge is like a large bead strung in the middle of a thin line.
Sang was far more confused. Does this have anything to do with whether Agu's benefactor is an ordinary person
She tilted her head to look at You Wuming in wonder.
He looked down at her.
In a piece of wind and sand, sunlight fell directly on her forehead, and the smooth and plump skin showed a bright and delicate luster. He pecked her forehead with his head down in a ghostly manner.
After a daze, he found her mouth opened blankly, as if it were more attractive than her forehead.
He lowered his head unconsciously.
The moment his lips touched and the red letter probed, his body suddenly shook, like an electric shock, he leaned back convulsively.
Sang Yuanyuan saw his face turned into blue with a'swipe', his lips were scary white, and a lot of cold sweat slid across his face.
The pupils shrank almost invisible, and the teeth knocked on the lower lip unconsciously, and blood came out.
There was a frenzy in his eyes, like a sea surging with black waves when the storm came.
He raised a hand and landed it gently on her neck, strangling it gently.
"die… "
He murmured unconsciously, and on the lower lip of his mouth, blood slowly overflowed, flowing down the corners of his mouth.
Short-lived was so anxious that all four hoofs were planed indiscriminately.
You Wuming's eyes were wide open, more white than black, he tilted his head and shook his face lightly, leaning in front of her, gently licking the blood from the corners of his lips with the tip of his tongue, staring at it strangely and sickly. Holding her.
The five fingers that fell on her neck trembled lightly, loosened and clenched one by one, his breathing became urgent and heavy, and the smile on the corner of his lips was a little excited. It was the predator holding the neck of the prey. About to pierce through the blood-thirsty expectation with sharp teeth.
Sang Yuan's heart was shocked.
She could see that this time he was completely ill. It is more terrifying than ever.
At this moment, there is no time to think about the causes and consequences. She faced his distorted vision, trying to make her eyes and voice gentle and peaceful.
She gently said in a coaxing voice: "You Wuming, I am your little Sangguo."
You Wuming's body shook.
"Little... Sang... Guo." He said hoarsely.
"I like your little mulberry." She curled her eyebrows, "Little mulberry from the sixth heaven in the Lingyin Realm. Little mulberry without threat."
"I say I like you every day, and I will kiss your little sangguo softly every day." She smiled at him.
"You Wuming, you said that you want my "like" and my "taste" every day, don't you remember? I am your little mulberry..."
His eyes shook again.
"Little mulberry."
He stared at her blankly for a while, the huge black waves surging in his eyes gradually disappeared.
When he returned to the cage, he suddenly let go of his hand, as if he had been scalded.
After a while, he tilted his body, broke her chin, stared at her neck and looked left and right, and brought his mouth close to her, and blew her several times.
"Does it hurt?" he asked nervously.
In fact, he didn't have time to exert any effort just now.
She asked aggrievedly: "What do you mean?"
"It must be hurting," he tweeted annoyedly. "Little mulberry is made of water. It is delicate and weak. You can't stand it at all."
She seemed to be seriously injured, leaning weakly in front of him, listening to his rainy heartbeat, she asked softly: "Why did you suddenly want to kill me? Did I do something wrong?"
You Wuming's body stiffened, and after a while, his voice floated dryly: "No, it's my problem."
She looked up at him and saw that his eyes flashed violently.
"Did something terrible happen here?" she asked carefully.
After a while, he said hoarsely.
She leaned on him softly, stretched her neck strenuously, reached his face, and pressed a light kiss on the corner of his lips.
Immediately, she slid down as if she was going to die in his arms at any time.
She whispered: "I want to stay with you all the time, destroy those enemies, and live with you."
You Wuming was shocked and held her face, like a clumsy child, cautiously afraid of breaking his beloved toy.
"Are you so afraid of death? What's the point of being alive?" He said quickly and quietly.
She pursed her lips and asked softly: "You Wuming, if I die, would you cry?"
He hesitated for a moment, and said stiffly: "No."
He frowned and said: "I will let everyone bury you."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
"What about you?" she said, "Why don't you stay with me?"
Faint without a word.
His heartbeat gradually stabilized.
He pursed his thin lips.
After a while, the corners of his lips curled up, and he laughed out: "Little Sangguo! You pretend to be nothing like you!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." This illness is completely healed.
He looked at her and smirked: "How can I really hurt you."
"Well, I believe you won't hurt me." She smiled softly and dropped her head.
He was keenly aware of the loss in her eyes. He knew she didn't believe it at all. He also knew that he didn't even believe what he said just now.
An irritation floated in his heart, and he tugged his lips: "I haven't asked you to settle the account of you throwing me a big face!"
She lifted her eyes reluctantly and graciously, and said with a smile: "Ah, so you know."
Even the big face flower didn't make her happy.
His black eyes quickly turned around twice: "Little Sangguo, are you a fool, such a big face, you will turn back to the east at night, don't you even know this! Haha! Little Sangguo! , Three-year-olds know this!"
"That's it..." She laughed, her eyes not as crooked as usual.
You Wuming exaggeratedly exclaimed: "Do you think you can scare me to death by directing them and turning your head with a click?! Oh, I'm so scared!"
He awkwardly used the strength of milking to tease her.
She raised her face and smiled at him again.
He stared at her closely, and saw that she was still a little faint, like petals that had been hit by rain.
He frowned. At this moment, he was extremely irritable, but he didn't want to kill anyone at all. He realized for the first time that being sick would bring some very unpleasant consequences for him.
Instinct told him that at this moment, he must betray some of his secrets in order to coax her well. He had to let her know that he didn't mean it.
This kind of experience and mentality made him feel very strange all over.
You Wuming tightened his lips. He pulled on the rein, walked to the most open place, pointed at the rocks on both sides, motioned her to look.
"Look, these are traces of the fight of the strongest. He didn't want to involve the people in the village, so he honestly left the village with those people, got here, and started fighting."
Sang Yuan knew that this'he' must refer to the teacher surnamed Ming, a strong man hidden in the village.
She nodded lightly and listened to him intently, and she seemed to regain some energy.
You Wuming watched her secretly, and seeing her relaxed a lot, the corners of his tight lips gradually loosened.
"Did you see that?" He pointed to a very weird and twisted rock.
Huangfujun? !
Sang Yuan's eyes opened wider. The one who caught the father and son was not Old Youwang, but Huangfujun? !
You Wuming smiled lightly, and pointed to the depression on the opposite side of the rock: "Huangfu Jun is defeated, and he can't beat Ming Ming."
His eyes followed his fingers, and under his guidance, he observed the traces of wide open and close.
Sang Yuan seemed to have seen a terrifying battle that took place more than 20 years ago.
"Mr. Ming, with a five-year-old boy!" She sighed softly.
"Yes." You Wuming nodded indifferently, "So you said Huangfujun has many dishes."
The word'cai' was learned from Sang Yuanyuan a few days ago, and it has been used quite smoothly now.
"What happened later?" Sang Yuanyuan's eyes flashed with curiosity.
"Later." You Wuming smiled, with blue veins on his forehead beating slowly.
Sang Yuanyuan felt that if it hadn't just been ill just once, You Wuming would definitely be ill again at this moment.
Fortunately, this is the time of the sage.
"Later, a woman came." He squinted at her, "Jiang Yanji."
Sang Yuan's heart beat abruptly, his back was already chilling before his thoughts had even turned around.
"Waste firewood that cannot be practiced because of having a child." You Wuming's eyes filled with cold light like a poisonous snake. "Such a waste firewood is just such a waste firewood."
He laughed softly, took her, and strode forward.
"Here, it's here." He pointed to the front with his chin, "Can you imagine Jiang Yanji crying like a madman? Pretending to be, she rushed forward to protect their father and son, saying that they had been looking for them for a long, long time, she said She missed her own son, and she was going crazy! She cheated her surname Ming so easily and poisoned him when she kissed him."
Sang Yuan's heart jerked. So when he kissed her here, he suddenly fell ill.
She asked in a dumb voice, "Mr. Ming and... Young Master, are they captured like this?"
She already knew the ending from Agu. Mr. Ming is dead.
"Yes." You Wuming laughed briskly, "So Xiao Sangguo, you said how terrible beauties are."
He walked forward lightly.
She stared at his back, only feeling cold all over.
"You Wuming," she called.
He paused and didn't look back.
She asked with difficulty: "You... you are the one..."
You Wuming turned around, with flames burning in his dark eyes.
A Shura-like smile was pulled from the corner of his lips, and his voice was low and hoarse—
"I'm that little boy."
At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan felt that the world around him suddenly became silent.
"Little Sangguo," he took a step closer, "you know another secret of me. In this world, only you know it."
He smiled more warmly than Chunfeng.