"You also choose a better excuse for lying," Qi Yin covered her face, "other than me and that dog thief Yunzhi, what other friends do you have?"
"..." Qi Lingshu was silent, looking at him faintly. The house was cold and clear, and the cool wind from the window blew in, swooshing around. For some reason, Qi Yin could see from his expressionless face that "if you dare to say it, I will kill you".
God, this guy is really moving. Unexpectedly, Qi Lingshu, the first disciple of Wufang, who does not eat the fireworks of the world, also has a time to descend to the world! Qi Yin was very excited, and asked with high eyebrows, "Does that person like you?"
Qi Lingshu didn't answer, closed his eyes, and said, "Please go back, I'm going to rest."
"What's the matter? This is related to your life-long event. If your master and my father knew about it, he would definitely ask me to help, little master... brother!"
No matter what, he couldn't change the habit of calling him little uncle, Qi Lingshu was helpless, "If you can't change it, just call him uncle."
"Little Master Uncle," Qi Yin said, "My father told me in the glazed illusion, if you like a girl, you have to take good care of her. Tianhan asks her to wear clothes, and she asks her to eat for three meals. , she will love you too."
"Is that so?" Qi Lingshu suddenly opened his eyes.
Look, show your face, there must be someone hidden in your heart. Qi Yin waved his hand, "Of course not! You don't have to think about it at all. You are so handsome and your swordsmanship is so strong, you just need to stand in front of that girl and hook your fingers to her, and she will come. . If you hook your fingers and don't succeed, then you smile at her twice. If you don't succeed in smiling twice..."
"How about that?" Qi Lingshu asked.
"There's no other way," Qi Yin spread her hands, "either she has someone in her heart, or she really has no feelings for you."
Qi Lingshu stopped asking, frowned, and said, "Go back."
Qi Yin did not leave, but took off the Liulizi from his wrist and put it on Qi Lingshu's wrist. The pale blue colored glaze hung on his white wrist, it was really beautiful, Qi Yin nodded with satisfaction, and sure enough, this kind of bead string is more suitable for their white and clean little boy.
"What are you doing?" Qi Lingshu was taken aback, "This is what the master left to you."
"This is what my father left for us." Qi Yin said, "My father left two things, the Guimei sword and this string of eighteen colored glazes that are useless and can only be seen. I'm a little selfish, and the Guimei sword is mine. Take it away, you can wear this string of colored glazes. Little Master, I'm leaving with my brother, so you have to take care. Wearing it, you will know that my father is blessing you in the sky. "
Qi Lingshu lowered his eyes and stared at the string of crystal clear glass for a long time. In the light of the sky, his eyelashes fluttered like moth feathers, and Qi Yin knew that there must be a deep sorrow hidden in his eyes. Qi Lingshu was silent for a while, and said: "Junior brother, I often think that for decades, Shizun has been slaying demons and eradicating demons. How did you end up in such a situation? 'The reward of the heavens to give good people, how is it?' 'If the so-called way of heaven is true, not true?'"
His question was word by word, every word was painful, every word was crying, and Qi Yin was also very sad, yes, how could a good person like his parents end up like this? Qi Yin was silent for a while, and Qi Lingshu woke up and said, "Sorry, I shouldn't have told you this."
Qi Yin shook his head and said, "Little Shishu, I can't answer your questions. But I think, God's destiny, we mortals can't guess or see through, and no one knows what will happen tomorrow. Maybe. Today I'm simmering meat on a piece of delightful pottery, and tomorrow a flower pot will fall on my head and I'll be smashed to death. Forget it, no matter how hard he will be in the Ming Dynasty, as long as he is happy and carefree today like a fairy! Displaced, unkempt, and something to reminisce about, isn't it?"
He patted Qi Lingshu on the shoulder and went out the door, the world was snow-colored and boundless. Fu Lan was dressed in linen and black, carrying a small burden of blue cloth and broken flowers, holding Cat Master, and stood waiting for him under the porch.
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In the evening, the sunset glow flows on the green brick ground, like clumps of flames, and the entire mountain city is shrouded in the dusk. The sky is getting warmer, the weeping willows by the river are sprouting, a shack is built under the willows, a few greasy square tables, and a few thin benches. Five or six men with rolled sleeves were drinking and punching, and their cheeks were red from eating. There were fewer people on the street, everyone packed up their stalls and closed the door. On a long street near the water, only this lonely shack is left.
"Excuse me, how to get to Crescent Moon Valley?" someone asked.
The men turned their faces and saw a boy standing on the green brick floor. He was very beautiful, with delicate eyebrows, and looked like he was only twelve or thirteen years old. He had a snow-like fox fur around his neck, and he wore a cape with silver buttons meticulously buttoned together. It's just that the eyes seem to be invisible, gray, and without brilliance.
"I haven't been back for a long time, and I got lost," the boy said with an apologetic smile, wondering if he was embarrassed by getting lost, "please point me in the right direction."
"What are you doing there? It's foggy there, and the people who entered it have never come back. It's very dangerous." The men surrounded him drunkenly, "You're a child, where is your mother and father?"
The boy didn't answer, someone rubbed his hands and smiled, "You look good, some brothers, do you want to take them home to play? Then sell it to the bustard, and we will have the money for the wine in the second half of the year."
The boy didn't seem to understand, he smiled, still being polite, "Can you point me in the direction?"
"Let's go, we'll take you there!" A man reached out and embraced him.
The boy took a step back, just to avoid the outstretched hand. The man was a little unhappy and said, "What's the matter, you still won't let me take you there?"
The boy shook his head helplessly. The men glanced at each other, and surrounded them from all directions, their sinister eyes showed a lewd light. The boy was motionless, his head bowed slightly, as if defenseless. Everyone shouted loudly and was about to pounce when several bleak cold lights flew out from under the cloak, as if a knife had slashed their eyelids, and everyone's eyes were shaken. The wind blade was circling in the shack, and in an instant, firewood flew around, and blood splashed everywhere. Everyone was short, like believers kneeling to the gods, and fell to the ground, because their legs had been cut off by the wind blade.
The beautiful boy stepped on the blood, stopped in front of a man, and looked down. The man raised his eyes with difficulty, and saw that the boy still had a warm smile on his face, and even the curvature of the corners of his mouth had not changed.
"I've asked for the third time," the boy smiled wryly, looking very distressed, "How do I get to Crescent Moon Valley?"
The man pointed in one direction with difficulty, the boy nodded and said, "Thank you."
After speaking, the boy turned into a cluster of purple butterflies and disappeared. The man was asking for help, and a wind blade rolled through everyone's throats, blood was flowing in an instant, and there was no sound in the shack.
The purple butterfly passed through the moat like a giant axe in the mountains, flew through the thick fog, followed the gurgling stream, and flew to the canyon hidden in the deep mountains. Blush oil-paper lanterns hung on both sides of the winding steps, and the boy landed on the moss-covered stone steps. Immediately, a woman washing clothes by the stream noticed him, and the children playing by the stream were stunned for a moment, and ran over screaming: "Lord Ali! Lord Ali is back!"
The children surrounded him like little butterflies, and Wu Yuli took out velvet flowers, cloth tigers and other small things from under the cloak and distributed them to them. The children surrounded him and walked into the depths of the Crescent Valley together. The women wearing clothes stood up and wiped their hands on the placket, and said, "Lord Ah Li has become smaller again."
"Yeah," a middle-aged woman said, "This is the second time I've seen it. The first time I saw Lord A Li getting smaller, he looked only eight years old."
"This is Lord Ali's private matter, let's leave it alone." Someone interrupted them, "Thanks to Lord Ali, we homeless widows can escape the claws of the demon and have a place to rest. Clean up, Let's go home. Lord Ah Li loves tea, so I will pack him some cloud tea."
The full moon rises at the end of the mountain, and the moonlight is like delicate mercury, spreading in the quiet valley. The Crescent Valley is full of widows, and in each low hut there is a mother and several children. Most of them narrowly escaped from the evil and were taken in by Wu Yuli. In the middle of the valley stands a tall white deer statue, draped in moonlight and with flowers from its antlers. Wu Yuli sat under the white deer statue and wiped a plain white bone flute. Children big and small surrounded him, lying at his feet.
A child murmured and asked, "Lord Ah Li doesn't play the piano today?"
Wu Yuli smiled and shook his head, "Happy today, playing the flute."
"But Lord A Li used to play the piano," the child asked ignorantly. "I was only happy when I played the flute. When I played the piano before, was Lord A Li very sad?"
Wu Yuli didn't answer, just tilted his head and asked, "Want to hear the story?"
"Yes!" all the children shouted.
Wu Yu said eloquently, "A long time ago, when the Great God Bailu would descend to the mortal world, he would often go outside to play and play. Whenever the moon rises in the middle of the night, the Great God Bailu returns from afar in the moonlight. Tuk's hoofs sounded in the bushes, and a great witch would play a bone flute."
"Is he welcoming God home?" the children asked.
Wu Yuli had a tenderness in his eyes. He raised his hand, and the butterfly flew out of his palm, flapping its wings, and the fluorescent light scattered into the distant mountains. He seemed to see the pure white deer spirit descending on the moonlight and walking towards him. At that moment, there seemed to be a sudden brilliance in his misty eyes.
"Yeah, that's right," he whispered. "He's welcoming his god... going home!"