"Who are you?" Song Nineteen raised his eyes.
The girl in white smiled, her voice seemed to come from the depths of the snowy mountains: "A Yao."
There are few ancient roads, sandalwood wheels, she sits at the end of the mountains and rivers of time, and sits at the beginning of the wind and water of yin and yang.
The legendary Queen Mother of the West, with leopard tail and tiger teeth, with fluffy hair and a hat, but she is sitting thin and fragile at the moment, her skin is against her neck when she speaks, and it seems that even breathing is a little difficult.
She slowly looked up at the sky, then glanced at the plague insects scattered on the ground, still smiling, without even the slightest distressed expression.
The reel moved slowly, and she came over from the backlight. Half of her face was covered in shadows that had faded away, and half of her face was pale with clear eyes. Her facial features, expression, and body were as frail as her body, and it seemed like she couldn't stand the torment.
She looked at Song Nineteen and asked, "Why is this?"
When he spoke, he tapped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers, and his fingernails rubbed against the lifelike Jiaolong head above.
Song Nineteen turned the fan around his fingertips. The ancient goddess of Kunlun Hill, Ayao, the Queen Mother, had only heard of it in the mouth of the Guigong Rabbit. She punishes the plague and holds the medicine of immortality, which can bestow longevity on people.
The first time I met face-to-face, it was this time.
So she squeezed her chin and wanted to speak.
However, seeing Ayao touching Jiaolong's teeth again, he smiled and said, "I just asked for nothing, but I didn't really want to hear it."
"Something," she smiled weakly, "speak with it."
Her smile is like a kerosene lamp that has run out of oil. In the faint light of the light, a wailing scream of thousands of horses rises behind her. It is a very short sound, as if it was just to make people close their eyes , when you open it again, it is darkness that covers the sky and the sun, the twisted and surging behemoth stretches the sky and the earth, the black body is suspended in the middle, the head half the size of the courtyard is pressed down, a pair of tricks are coldly squinted, even The breath is like a cold wind.
The dragon carved on the wheelchair seemed to be hooked by a magic pen, and it became a living creature swallowing mountains and rivers, and it was pressed in front of him in an instant.
Song Nineteen instinctively withdrew his right leg and blocked his forearm in front of him in a defensive stance.
In the end, she wasted a lot of energy, and before she could adjust her posture in response to the enemy, Jiaolong pulled a giant tail in front of him, and the twisted air was like a huge wave that was overturned, and it was about to smash into the courtyard where the ground was weak.
Song Nineteen gritted his silver teeth secretly, and circled a time hood with his hand back. He abruptly followed this tail, and the floating light fan filled a circle, enclosing everyone in it, separating the space that was cut off from the world.
The fans closed and fell from the closed aperture. Song Nineteen's feet jumped up to catch it, but unexpectedly, the dragon's sharp claws approached and struck his heart with lightning speed. She panicked and was about to turn over to dodge, when there was a crisp sound of "knock" in front of her, and a palm-sized red sandalwood token precisely blocked it, stopping the Jiaolong's offensive abruptly. After taking another look, Li Shiyi stood in front of him to block her, wrapped an orchid print with his hands, leaned his shoulders forward and supported his soles, his eyebrows wrinkled, and with a push of his wrist, he used the token to force Jiaolong back.
The oppression suddenly disappeared, as if the girl Ayao at the bottom gently flicked her sleeves. She frowned at the token that was still unrecovered, and asked, "Shen Tu Ling?"
"You are—" She then turned her eyes to the human in front of her. Her eyes were not very good, and she only sensed the breath of the candle dragon, and only thought that this person beside her was a little scoundrel, until she used Shen Tu. make.
"Lingheng?" She smiled somewhat surprised, and then continued, "Oh, Li Shiyi."
Knowing that Ling Heng is not unusual, but she can accurately call out the name of "Li Shiyi", which is a bit strange. Li Shiyi returned to the ground panting heavily, and looked at Song Shijiu who was dry-mouthed.
A Yao sighed, leaned her body on the side of the wheelchair, propped her forehead with her index finger in embarrassment, and asked her, "Lord Fu Jun, when you crossed the calamity and entered the reincarnation, the gods were convenient for you. Why did the lord make it difficult for me?"
Li Shiyi took back the Shentu decree and lowered his eyes: "It is only natural for him to perform his duties, and it is impossible to beat her."
"The rest," she frankly, "don't understand."
Master once said that all things in this world can't escape your coming and going, and if someone asks you to accept the love you shouldn't, you just don't understand. What's more, if Li Shiyi's life is considered to be convenient, he really doesn't know what it is like to be inconvenient.
Her temperament is somewhat different from Lingheng's. Thinking about her moves just now, Ayao drove the wheelchair, got closer, looked at her from top to bottom, and still smiled: "I want to come, Lingheng joins. did not return."
"What's the reason?" She coughed twice, and the sickly ending sound disappeared.
Seeing that her tone was still mild, Song Nineteen put down the floating light fan, thinking that he was going to have a good life with her, but seeing her exhaling like a blue orchid, he smiled faintly: "If Lingheng doesn't return, you can't beat me."
"What does your grievance and grievance have to do with Eleven?" Song Nineteen frowned.
A Yao pulled her ear hair back and started coughing again. She raised her head when blood was on her lips, and smiled rather startlingly: "I just thought that it would be okay if the Emperor Taishan could be replaced by someone else."
Song Nineteen's goose bumps developed from her back and spread all over her body as if they were multiplying. She had never seen such a girl, sick and weak, but her smile was cruel, treacherous, with a vague madness.
The air seemed to be twisted by someone, and it was an instant tension. Song Nineteen squeezed his fan and swallowed his saliva firmly, but Li Shiyi said lightly, "Understood."
"Understand what?" A Yao asked back.
"You are single." Li Shiyi said.
Song Nineteen couldn't hold back, and laughed softly. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of Li Shiyi's calm face, her eyes turned slowly, as if the situation in front of her was still normal, but the hand behind her back stroked Shentu Ling a few times, not in a hurry. .
Song Nineteen calmed down strangely in her small movements. She suddenly felt that life and death had nothing to do with it. As long as Li Shiyi was by her side, as long as she was beaten, it shouldn't hurt for too long.
Thinking like this, she shook her head and smiled again. She knew that she might not be very reasonable, but Li Shiyi was willing to accompany her to make trouble once, which was also a happy sentence.
Ayao didn't smile this time, she just stared at them with a blank face, her eyes darkened, and only then did she show some arrogance that she was born to be a god and couldn't be offended. She turned to the side to make way for the coveted Jiaolong behind her. The Jiaolong suddenly attacked like a broken bamboo. Li Shiyi pulled Song Shijiu's wrist and turned around and retreated. A sharp sword flew from behind her head, humming. With a slam in front of Jiaolong, the ground cracked and three points into the stone.
Li Shiyi turned back, and Mulan led the rest of the Shence army to arrive, fighting with Jiaolong.
Although Mulan is not as powerful as Jiaolong, fortunately, she is dexterous in body and moves in a strange way. Jiaolong can't take advantage of it for a while, and adding souls and generals to help out, it's actually a bit difficult to part.
Song Nineteen was about to jump up to help Mulan when he saw Bai Lian approaching, grazing her right cheek that was avoiding her sideways.
The right side of her face was hot, she turned her head and saw that Ayao lifted up from the wheelchair a little on the tiptoe, like a small square cushion to hold it up, the white robe hung down with her calf, but her feet were not. Naked, glowing like a jade in the cold night.
Holding a slender white silk in one hand, she used it as a tool to attack Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu.
The silk cloth seemed to have thoughts, attacking from left to right like a spirit snake, sometimes entangling Song Nineteen's wrist, sometimes hammering Li Shiyi's sternum, and its owner sat firmly on the cloud, as if pulling a puppet that was not obedient, and as if I'm watching a shadow puppet show called Resistance in the Corner.
A Yao is the god of the ancients after all, and it is no problem to defeat Song Nineteen, the beast of the Zhongshan Mountain, and at the same time, Song Nineteen was able to save the village in one fell swoop, and Li Shiyi was still unable to resist the attack of the sky. The two fought very hard, and only one was left to fight against each other.
The circle of time was crumbling, unable to withstand the huge impact of A Yao's divine power. Mulan's sword collided with Jiaolong's lina armor, and there was a flash of lightning. Sweet swallowed hard, and there was only a chilling short-handed encounter in the air with the strong smell of blood, which pierced people's nerves.
After fighting for half a cup of tea, Li Shiyi was already exhausted. She knelt on one knee on the ground and picked up a long sword of Soul Cejun from nowhere. Halfway through, it landed on the wet shoulder and neck, and there was a deep scratch from the jaw to the collarbone, wrapped in the old yellow sand of the old village.
Before she could catch her breath, she saw that Bai Lian wrapped Song Nineteen's waist, and was about to throw it heavily when Li Shiyi raised his heavy wrist and stabbed the flying sword. , but saw that Bai Lian swam towards Li Shiyi again, restraining her slender neck, A Yao retracted her wrist, tied Bai Lian fiercely, and strangled Li Shiyi's throat.
The throat was burning with pain, and bursts of nauseous acid water came out of it, but it couldn't overflow, and I couldn't even breathe. Only the blood foam piled up in the throat, and the sand from the wound was filled into the flesh and blood, as if She could hear the sound of gravel grinding flesh and blood, and the sweat invaded her entire face, as if she had pulled her eyebrows out of the water, but her eyes were not very clear.
She had never been in such pain. It was painful when her bones were broken, her breathing was difficult to continue, and the heavy hammering and humming in her lungs were painful. Jiu screamed in horror. Through his sweaty eyes, Li Shiyi saw Song Shijiu let out a roar that trembled the mountains. His fingertips grew sharp armor, his legs were intertwined, the tail between her skirts was looming, and her eyes were red. , the canthus is about to split, and a deep blue-white crack is printed between the eyebrows.
Song Nineteen was afraid that he would fight with the prototype.
A Yao noticed something and called out to the Jiaolong urgently. The Jiaolong swept Mulan ruthlessly and stepped into the fog. Its sharp claws knocked Song Nineteen to the ground, and then pressed her thin body firmly. On the ground, five fingers buckled, and she fell into the ground to stop the rebellion of her body swinging.
All the ancient divine beasts had supernatural powers, and the dragon claws were the chains that held the bones of the gods when Chaos punished the gods.
Song Nineteen let out a whimper resembling a cat and a dog being beaten, and a heart-piercing whimper with beast grievances.
Li Shiyi's heart trembled, he wanted to speak, but he coughed violently. She shook her ten fingers and tried to drive the Shentu Ling, but a failure caused the red sandalwood token to fall to the ground. She could only pull Bai Lian out a certain distance with her body, squatted down, took out the knife in her short boots, and brought the blade to her neck. With a ruthless pull, the blood-stained Bai Lian broke in an instant, and blood gurgled from his neck. Li Shiyi wiped it indiscriminately, and then ran towards Song Shijiu.
Bai Lian jumped up again, wrapped Li Shiyi's ankle, and threw it to the ground.
Li Shiyi groaned, her back slammed against the stone, her spine seemed to be in the wrong position, making her body like a piece of rag, drooping in a strange posture, the severe pain that annihilated reason made her teeth tremble, making her tremble. All limbs and bones seemed to have invaded the air-conditioning.
She spat out a mouthful of blood, her eyelids were swollen like a peach, but she still wanted to stand up again. After only taking a step, she stumbled and fell down. Her legs were unbearable, like two limp strips of meat. She could only roll over and lean against Song Nineteen. Jiaolong was about to clasp one of his paws, Li Shiyi closed his eyes, opened them again, and blinked at Song Jiujin, who was in tears.
She didn't know why she blinked, but she didn't even have the strength to smile. She could only close and separate her upper and lower eyelids, which was a comfort that she could.
She often comforted Song Nineteen like this, the hugs she gave in the cave, the explanation she blurted out in the coffee shop, and when Xian Lesi was about to dance with others, she calmly patted Song Nineteen on the knee.
At this moment, she once again comforted Song Nineteen, dragging her battered body to her side, and blinking silently with a blank expression.
Song Nineteen cried, out of breath, collapsed and abrupt, she had never cried when she was defeated, and when she was almost beaten out, she only said "Fuck you." "Bone, but Li Shiyi's appeasement made her feel extremely sad, and her bones softened instantly. She suddenly realized that she was actually very vulgar, she didn't want to live and die together, she still wanted Li Shiyi to live.
Li Shiyi wanted to frown, but showed a twisted expression. She couldn't say anything else, so she could only turn her head over and wait for the imprisoned dragon's claws.
"Bang!" There was a collision of iron weapons, and something flashing with cold light beat Jiaolong's claws. It retracted its claws and raised its huge eyes to look over.
In the dilapidated alley, tremblingly stood up a man with a basket on his back. He was wearing a torn suit, and the flesh on his face was frightened or angry, but he couldn't shake it. look. Fear was written all over his body, and even his pupils were dilated a bit, and he almost fell to his knees as soon as he lifted a step.
Mr. Tu glanced at the iron basin that had just been thrown out, and then glanced at the behemoth in front of him. He had never seen such a big dragon, bigger than the giant python in the newspaper. He used to boast that he could do it with one punch. A fierce tiger, when he looked at it now, he swallowed.
mortal? A Yao returned to the wheelchair, and looked at her several times, frowning in solid confusion.
Jiao Longfu was about to stretch his claws toward Li Shiyi, but he heard the youngest Tu shouting, "Don't move!"
The youngest Tu squatted down and picked up a hoe.
A Yao fixed her eyes for two, this time she smiled sincerely, resting her chin in her hand, and blinked at him.
The fingers tapped on the wheelchair in turn, the tapping sound stopped for a second, and Jiaolong's claws rolled and flicked Li Shiyi back, watching her fall to the stone steps next to the street naked, as if fiddling with a fun trick. object.
The youngest Tu was furious, took a few steps forward and shouted, "Don't move your motherfucker!"
His voice was still shaking violently, but he wasn't afraid. He had never seen Eleventh Sister being humiliated like this. He knew that he wouldn't be able to survive. Since he lost his life, he was still afraid of a ball.
So he threw the basket on his head, pointed at A Yao, his eyes were red with anger, and he cursed, "Little girl, you better hear what Grandpa Tu said!"
"What to paint?" A Yao asked.
"Tu Sanping." Mr. Tu smashed his hoe.
A Yao waved her sleeves, and the hoe turned in a different direction and landed on Li Shiyi, who was like a gossamer. With a "click", she removed her right shoulder.
Mr. Tu stopped talking. He just stared at Li Shiyi's bloody face silently, as if he had never seen her before. The same Lai laughed, raised his head, and looked at A Yao.
He was no longer nervous or frightened. With the slanted body of the second-rate people in the streets and alleys, the other leg shook undisciplined. This was a confrontation between gods and people, and it was also a confrontation between the superior and the three religions. He shrank his neck. , put his hands in the cuffs, the sleeves of the suit are too small, he is not comfortable wearing them, but he can only do it.
"Tu Sanping." He repeated it again, smiling at Ayao, and said, "I will kill you, Tu Sanping."
He said it firmly, even A Yao couldn't help holding the wheelchair, but seeing Mr. Tu laughing, he leaned down and made a run-up motion, making a few muffled "tap" in the cold alley, and then he It was a "boom" sound.
She saw Mr. Tu slamming his head against the hard stone pillar, and his chubby body shook. She didn't seem to have thought about such pain, and even his flesh and bones flinched, but he turned around and sat on the stone steps, covered in blood. His face was fearless and fearless, his eyes were originally small, and now he couldn't open them. He was breathing heavily, blindly looking for Li Shiyi's direction, the Shentu Ling in his hand trembled faintly.
People usually say that when a person is about to die, his words are good. He tried his best to dig out, but he couldn't say a good word, and he didn't know where to start. The only thing he remembered firmly.
It was still in the Snake Cave. He hid behind a boulder, and when he saw Li Shiyi turn into a luminous Bodhisattva for the first time, he heard Arro say - Sansoul sacrifice, Shentu came out.
He has calculated, Mulian, Yunniang, plus his youngest Tu, these three souls are enough.
Hearing the old man say that when the soul leaves the body, there is still some consciousness left in the human body, so he wanted to hold on to these consciousnesses, take a look at the returning Ling Heng, and see how she beat this stinky bitch to the ground.
Mr. Tu became a little proud, and leaned on the steps, he couldn't help but sang a song. His song was still more annoying than the sound of killing pigs, but he didn't care about it too much, so he just wiped his face indiscriminately. He spit blood on his face, and sang loudly with his mouth wide open.
"Crow-like water temples - like a knife cut."
"Small hibiscus flowers—the forehead is narrow."
I'm afraid that my mother will guess if I don't dress up. Inevitably, the golden hairpin was inserted, half fluffy and half crooked.
In the intermittent music, he felt sleepy coming from all directions, and there were other things coming from all directions. It was the sound of kowtow after wave after wave, thousands of ghosts, thousands of souls, wolf howls, tigers. Xiao, Shen Yin, Xian Le, these sounds appeared in the quiet and bleak winter night, so lively, so out of place, so contradictory and subtle, but they all kowtowed to this place, as if pious. take refuge.
It was different from the Song Dynasty when the nineteenth returned, when all the beasts rejoiced, and hundreds of insects broke the ground, so that the appearance of the worm was a quiet undercurrent, as if thousands of threads came from wandering, intertwined in the tranquility of the center, only to wait. The man woke up from a deep sleep, and lifted it lightly with his eyes.
Shen Tuling was the most loyal striker. Ling Heng just moved his finger and it was captured and returned to her hands.
Tu Laoyao loosened his fingers, and in the dim light, he saw that Li Shiyi, whose life and death were unknown, was covered with a faint layer of light. The light and shadow lifted her up into the air. of water lilies.
The water lily bloomed peacefully and tenderly, as if it was wrapping a rising baby, and as if it was comforting a homeless returnee. It reshaped her body, filled her memory, raised her eyebrows slightly, and added a coolness to her lips and nose. The most intense color is her eyes, which strip away the fireworks of the world and replace them with distant compassion.
The light gradually dissipated, and a white-clothed goddess stopped quietly in the center. She seemed to have not finished a sound sleep, as if she had been lifted up. After a glance, he straightened up and slowly lowered himself.
She was still in the same white dress, the same bun, and the same expression, but she didn't carry a lamp in her hand that worked all night.
In the diluted consciousness of the youngest Tu, there was a faint movement of his clothes, so Ling Heng came over, he grinned, looked at her fingers and said, "Again..."
meet again.
I am Tu Sanping.
My father's name is Tu Erwang, and my father's name is Tu Yixing.
My father said that people live a lifetime, they are confused. My father said that the poor are happy and the rich are sad. My dad said, your grandfather is crazy, don't hire him easily.
My grandfather always likes to talk crazy about me.
My grandfather said that our ancestor was a big man, and he was surnamed Shentu. Later, he lost and could not support such a big surname, and because others always said it was a strange surname, he changed it to Tu.
People live forever, confused, painted.
I really lived worthy of this stupid surname, watching graves at night, walking around the streets during the day, and boasting about shabby buns Chen and pork Zhang. Until I urinated while guarding the grave, and bumped into Eleventh Sister.
Eleventh sister knows what happened in the future. The only thing I don't know is that when I saw Shentuling, I went back and asked my wife: What did our grandfather say about our ancestor's surname
She thought about it for a long time, and when it was dawn, she said to me: Shen Tu.
I can't say what is the relationship between them, but there is some origin, otherwise I would always miss Li Shiyi.
Until today, when I met Ling Heng, I remembered the key point. It turned out that my ancestor was a tassel on the Shentu Ling. On the day Ling Heng fought with the candle dragon, the time control formula of the candle dragon was turning to the Ming Dynasty. That Suizi was accidentally knocked down, and has since entered the Tao of Samsara.
I just don't know why we have become this virtue, my father is cowardly, my father is crazy, and I am cowardly and crazy.
Sishun should be better without my words and deeds.
My name is Tu Sanping, and my name is Shentu Sanping.
The author says:
"Half of the Children: Crow-like water temples are like knife-cutting": "The crow-like water temples are like knife-cutting, and the small hibiscus flowers have narrow foreheads. If you don't wear makeup, you will be afraid of the mother's left guess. It is inevitable to insert gold hairpins, half fluffy and half. crooked."