Yuan Xianger came out of the gate of the enchantment and saw Nan He who was guarding there at first sight. Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed a lot.
"Ah Xiang." Nan He stretched out his hands to meet her.
She jumped down the steps,
"I'm fine, I even brought Du Shuo out." Yuan Xianger said happily.
The mountain god bound by the iron chain was walking down the steps with bare feet, and every step he took up left a bloody footprint on the mossy bluestone slabs.
Until the last step, he lost his strength and stumbled, but an arm quickly stretched out from the side to support his body.
That arm was strong and warm, and he himself had even fought against it on the battlefield.
But at this moment, the owner of that arm turned into a huge Sirius in front of his eyes, with steady limbs and shining hair,
"Come up. I'll carry you, you can't go anymore." The former enemy said.
The sound of the soul lock collision sounded.
Yuan Xianger saw the prototype of Du Shuo.
It was supposed to be a very beautiful Minion Crane, with a thin neck, bright black feathers hanging down from the side of the head, legs bent like cedar branches, and black and white wings on the tail. Heming in Jiugao, Qingyuan idle, elegant and beautiful creature.
But at this time, almost all of those beautiful large feathers fell off, and the embarrassed body was covered with various scars, and was tightly held by a thin iron chain that changed in size.
He buried his head and neck in his wings and let Yuan Xianger carefully pick him up and sit on Nan He's back.
Inside the Xianle Palace, Miao Dao sat in front of his white jade plate. In the microscopic world of the jade plate, you can see a small white dot flying towards the south on the vast expanse of the earth. They brought Du Shuo, and Du Shuo's feathers had the ability to block prying eyes, and soon the little white dot gradually began to merge with the earth and disappeared.
But Miao Dao still stared at the vast world in the basin for a long time. In front of him knelt a banshee with a human face and a snake body, holding up an empty little sandalwood box with both hands. Miao Dao stretched out his fingers and gently moved the lock on the box, and the lock made a thin metallic sound. There were several purple high-level talismans in this box, but all of them are gone now.
It is not easy to draw a purple talisman. It not only requires expensive and rare materials, but also requires a lot of effort and energy of the painter. It is not a function of one day. On weekdays, it is difficult for the direct disciples in Xianle Palace to get a piece of purple gifted by the national teacher. Self-defense.
"Haohan, did I follow this little girl's way? Did they just want to rescue Du Shuo?"
"No, you think too much." The apostle with golden eyes in the shadow replied, "The mage and Du Shuo have only met once, and they fought fiercely. At that time, the little Sirius won't be nervous and almost broke through the barrier."
Miao Dao snorted softly, "You are also facing him left and right. You are all monsters and the same kind."
He closed the box and waved the banshee away.
His eldest disciple, Yun Xuan, knelt outside the door and said, "Master, Your Majesty has been waiting for a banquet in the palace for a long time, and the palace envoy has been sent to urge him several times."
"Understood." Miao Dao replied casually, standing up lazily. A Taoist boy came in with the national teacher's robe and waited for him to wear clothes.
"Don't you really want to go?" Hao Han said in a low voice,
"Those people are boring and boring, they are afraid of me and want to benefit from me." Miaodao adjusted his sleeves, "I would rather stay with you monsters than these so-called same kind. At least you are clear enemies."
"Then why do you have to stay in such a noisy Kyoto?"
Why do you have to live in Kyoto
Miao Dao lowered his eyelashes, this is the most lively place in the world, crowded with people, and flowers are blooming.
In the majestic and magnificent palace, silk and bamboo played together, Yingge and Yan danced, golden cups clashed, and jade lamps were frequently passed on.
When the news of the arrival of the national teacher came in, the excitement and noise suddenly stagnated.
Dressed in landscape sleeves, wearing a crown on the head, and wearing a blue satin on his face, the national teacher came, the color was like a spring flower, the shape was like a zhilan, and the fairy air was fluttering.
Even the emperor himself came down from the dragon throne to welcome him.
The emperor has passed his old age, with a rotten aura that is about to die, trembling under the support of his attendants, he leads the civil and military officials to greet him eagerly,
"The national teacher is here, and my heart is relieved."
The old emperor looked at the young national teacher with eagerness and anticipation. Compared with the country's peace and prosperity, the current emperor's majesty is more eager to seek the secret of longevity from this immortal teacher.
He also did not care about the dignity of the emperor, and warmly welcomed Miaodao Zhenren to the special honored position beside him.
The hall was extremely empty and spacious, and Shao Zai, who was sitting far away in the corner, quietly whispered to the close Zhongshu Shilang, saying,
"The national teacher is so grand and looks so young, but even His Majesty has to welcome it in person."
"Shh, be quiet. Don't look at his young appearance. In fact, he is older than you and me. I heard from my father that decades ago, this national teacher looked like this."
"In this way, it is no different from demons, demons and gods, and is no longer me.
"Don't tell me to wait, those powerful monsters and monsters are generally not in his eyes. I once led the Tianwuwei to follow the army to protect them, and I can't stand seeing the fairy masters skinning and dividing those monsters that are exactly the same as humans. I vomited on the spot."
"Don't look at me as a high-ranking person, maybe in the eyes of a person like him, it's ridiculous and pitiful for me to wait for such a goose-skinned crane to grow old."
Miao Dao took the emperor's toast, raised his glass to his lips, and even the slightest voice above the hall could not escape his ears.
The wine that entered the throat was icy and astringent, without a trace of temperature.
Inside the palace wall, Qionglou Yuyu, singing and dancing, such a lively place, it seems that it is not comparable to the small hut with hot wine under the pear tree with yellow fruit.
In the wilderness far away from the city of Kyoto, two small carriages stood still, and a few anxious creatures beside them frequently raised their heads and looked at the sky.
When the silver-white Sirius descended from the sky, the small Wuyuan, Saburo with fox ears, Ah Qing with a feather coat, and even Zhou Deyun and his servants, who were downcast all the way, cheered and swarmed up.
When Hu Qing saw the white crane that Yuan Xianger was holding in her arms, her eyes instantly turned red, and her beautiful eyes were full of tears. Yuan Xianger thought she was about to cry, but she bit her white fingers tightly and didn't let her. Any tear fell.
She caught up with her skirt, shaking her arms, took the scarred white crane from Yuan Xiang'er's hand, and carefully hugged it into the carriage.
The carriage started.
When Yuan Xianger was in the carriage to treat Du Shuo and recited the Golden Arrow Summoning Mantra three or four times, Hu Qing had neatly dealt with Du Shuo's hideous wound.
Du Shuo, who had returned to his human form, was placed on a clean soft couch, with a soft brocade cushion behind his head, and the blood stains all over his body had been carefully cleaned. He was pale and unconscious. He was covered with a thin bedding, and white bandages were tightly wrapped around his forehead, neck, and shoulders.
"I thought you were going to cry." Yuan Xianger packed up the magic weapon and looked at Hu Qing who was still busy.
When Du Shuo didn't come back, Hu Qing couldn't help crying. Unexpectedly, Du Shuo was lying in front of her dripping with blood, but she was able to move with tears in her eyes and grit her teeth.
"Treatment is more important than everything, and I don't have time to cry right now." Hu Qing bit the corner of the gauze, tore off a long strip of cloth, held up Du Shuo's chained wrist, and put the The worn wrist joints are coated with plaster and carefully wrapped with clean gauze in circles.
Then, she carefully put the bandaged arm back on the soft slump, gently lifted the quilt, and pressed the corners of the quilt for the lying patient.
The sound of the wheels was loud, and the person on the bed closed his eyes and lay there quietly.
Hu Qingxun sat on the side and watched for a long time before turning around, with tears in his eyes, looking at Yuan Xianger involuntarily.
"Hey, don't do this. Cry if you want to." Yuan Xianger said.
Hu Qing's mouth was deflated, and he reached out and hugged Yuan Xiang'er, buried his head on her shoulder, and let out a faint cry.
Yuan Xianger still remembers the first time she saw Ah Qing, holding a pipa in her arms, stepping on the snow, elegant and elegant, and a song that moved the world. How could I bear to watch her cry like rain and pear blossoms, I still feel pity.
She had to think of a way to solve it, "Don't cry, you like Du Shuo, didn't you fish it out for you? Now you should think about taking good care of him and letting him heal his injuries."
"I, I didn't like you humans very much before," Hu Qing raised his head and burst into tears, "I often go to your human villages to steal food and eat, and I always like to bully the men who come to the church, woo woo woo , I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to help me, I won't do that anymore."
Her face was full of snot and tears, and she no longer had any artistic crowns. The noble appearance of the first part of Jiaofang lost the logic that "human beings" should have, but instead made Yuan Xianger laugh dumbly. Intimacy between female friends.
The carriage and horses traveled all the way to the south, the weather in the south has begun to warm up, and the branches of the winter snow have half disappeared, occasionally pulling out a few early shoots, not afraid of the cold wind, charming and charming.
Hu Qing was sitting by the campfire in the camp, holding the pipa and playing the piano.
Lightly walking between the floating balls, the sound of the qin is long and graceful, like a phoenix and a melody, and the cranes are in the clouds.
"Ms. Hu's piano sound is completely different. Her piano sound in the past had a sad and sad meaning to it. Now it is extraordinarily comfortable and warm." Zhou Deyun raised his sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, " I don't know why, but I'm especially happy for her."
Yuan Xianger was lying on the grass, leaning on Nan He's broad back, watching the Milky Way in the night sky.
Thin white fluff warmed her cheeks. Yuan Xianger stretched out her fingers and pointed to a place in the sky, "Nanhe, is that the Sirius star?"
She had heard Nan He tell stories from his childhood and knew the knot in his heart.
Nan He raised his head and looked up with her at the striking and bright star in the night sky.
The melodious and lingering sound of the piano always reminds people of the intimate and warm childhood past. Back then, the day when two months multiplied suddenly came, and it happened once in a thousand years and passed away in a flash. As the patriarch, my father had to leave as a last resort, right
"I checked the star map." Yuan Xianger's white fingers moved up the sky, "Look, near Sirius, the brightest star is called Nanhe, and Nanhe has another name in my hometown, called Canis Minor. ."
Since your family gave you such a name, they must be full of love for you. Although they have to leave, they must have an unbreakable concern for you in their hearts.
Nan He stared at the starry sky, and the depths of his eyes were also full of shredded stars. He rarely spoke of the regrets buried in his heart,
The innate ability of the Heavenly Wolf tribe is the power of the stars, and their bodies and skins can refine a magic weapon similar to a white jade plate, and they can see everything under the starry sky. But his father did not find him, and it was always the biggest grievance in his young mind. Now that he thinks about it, there may be other reasons.
"In those days, those warlocks who caught me used instruments to shield my clan's sky-peeping technique, just like Du Shuo's feathers can block the peeping of the white jade plate. They took me around to escape and were banned several times. In the cage, I vaguely felt that my father, brother and I had passed by. At that time, I thought I was wrong, but now I think about my father and them, they should have looked for me, maybe they just don't understand those How cunning human sorcerers are."
"I think your family is on that star, will they also care about you because of their worries, make all kinds of white jade plates and top jade plates, and watch your life on it every day, to see if you are doing well, do you have any? Let them worry." Yuan Xiang'er turned around and reached out to touch Nan He's head, "It seems that I will treat you well and keep you fat so that they can feel at ease."
But in the future, I still have to ask Du Shuo to share some feathers, and make a magic circle in the yard to block the peeping technique of peeping at everything, so as not to do something bad and bully Xiao Nan and be watched by his family, that's not too embarrassing. Yuan Xianger thought secretly.
The Dian-hu carriage was parked on one side, and the embroidered curtains were opened obliquely in the breeze, and the sound of the piano entered the car.
In the dark and silent carriage, a figure was reclining. The man's long hair was loose, his sleeves were leaning against the cushions, his eyes were slightly open, his eyes were like water, and he listened to the soft sound.
The bonfire in the wilderness was beating, rekindling the warm shredded flames in his silent black eyes.
Time seems to have returned to the past, the gentle mountain god is sitting in the bamboo forest, listening to the girl in the form of a fox, playing the lute for him.
The author has something to say: Procyon belongs to the alpha star of Canis Minor, so the old saying is not written in such detail, and those who know it should not be taken seriously.
For me personally, beautiful young ladies and gentle and cute girls are worthy of pampering, even if they make mistakes, squeamish, cry, selfish, less perfect, that's not unforgivable In general, my writing is less about bullying female supporting roles, and more like bullying and bullying my little brother.
Everyone also tries to be lenient with female characters, although they are not that perfect.