The ghosts dissipated like a fog, and the souls of the army disappeared without a trace. A few long and short shadows appeared on the stone wall. The gods, ghosts, birds and beasts, like mortals, were portrayed fairly by the light, dark and lacquered. smooth everything out.
Everyone looked at Li Shiyi, trying to figure out her reaction with different thoughts.
And Li Shiyi just blinked and said, "Hmm." There was nothing else to say.
She accepted this unusual identity plainly, and lacked a little extra curiosity, only a little discomfort. This discomfort was not in the word Fujun, but only in the gesture of A Luo respectfully kneeling on the ground. .
A Luo stood up understandingly, Li Shiyi moved his neck, his shoulders were still a little sore, he waved his hand habitually, and brought Song Shijiu to his hand, took her hand and squeezed it, his thumb pointed at her The dirt on the belly was wiped off.
She looked down at her cleaning up for Song Nineteen, took out the Shentu decree with the other hand, and handed it to Aro.
"This was originally yours." Aro said.
Shentu Ling was the order of the ruler of Mount Tai, and Ling Heng was always inseparable, but when he was reincarnated, he was left by the Yellow Springs.
With a move of his right hand, Li Shiyi spun the token in the palm of his hand for half a turn, then raised his index finger and pointed at the lotus engraved on his head. The nails tapped the wood grain with a thumping sound, and she sighed for no reason.
In her sigh, Song Nineteen read what she was thinking - this token, as if it was not as easy as a cigarette stick.
Among the shocking reasons, Li Shiyi solemnly felt wronged by this trivial matter. Song Shijiu thought it was very interesting, and pursed his lips.
Looking up to see Li Shiyi looking at her, he raised his eyebrows slightly, Song Shijiu's index finger was gently scratched in her palm, Li Shiyi lowered his eyebrows, and rubbed Song Shiji quietly. Nine fingers.
It was like rubbing on the apex of her heart.
Song Shijiu's messy heart instantly calmed down and was soothed to a level. She touched Li Shiyi's slightly loose phalanx, knowing that Li Shiyi was the same.
There were low voices from the side, Li Shiyi turned his head and looked, A Luo was squatting beside Yunniang, and whispered a few words to her, and then the back of the palm supported her between her eyebrows, Yunniang groaned faintly, her body It gradually became transparent and disappeared in a moment.
The Shen Tu Ling in Li Shiyi's hand trembled slightly.
Ah Luo got up and walked over, and heard Song Nineteen ask, "Where's Yunniang?"
Arrow pointed to Shen Tu Ling: "Here."
Li Shiyi was puzzled, and A Luo looked at the red mole on her neck and said warmly, "Although you have recovered your original body now, because you have no memory, you cannot use many techniques. If you want to fully use Shentu Ling, you need to To sacrifice to the soul."
"Three Soul Festival, Shen Tu Gui - this soul is not an ordinary soul, it must be a soul related to you. In the past, you helped me to collect the mulian, and today Yunniang has entered the order, only one more soul can make the gods. To return to his place."
Li Shiyi's lip line moved slightly, and Aro lowered his eyes and said, "As for why you were reincarnated, you don't have to ask me, and I don't know either."
"It's only a vague inference that it has something to do with her." A Luo turned his eyes to Song Nineteen.
Song Nineteen was startled, A Luo smiled lightly, and said softly: "This is also the reason why I asked you to go to find Yuhu that day."
That day, Arrow was not deliberately making things difficult, nor was he pretending to be arrogant. Huan is well aware of all the past events in heaven and earth. Not only does he know Song Nineteen's identity, but he can also fill in the blank of Lingheng Yinhe's reincarnation.
"That's not what I want to ask." Li Shiyi said.
Aro looked surprised.
Li Shiyi moistened his lips and lifted his eyelids: "If you have a token, why didn't you throw it to me earlier."
Wu Qian, who was guarding the entrance of the cave, rushed in and was squatting down to put Ayin on his back, and he swayed when he heard the words.
A Luo raised his eyes, looked at Li Shiyi and smiled, with a sincere tone: "Although I know your identity, I am not sure whether you can make it worse. If it is not a critical moment, I may have lost my hand."
Li Shiyi glanced at her and heard her say, "This is one of them."
"What about the second?" Song Nineteen was curious.
Aro said softly, "I've never seen her be beaten and vomit blood."
"Want to see."
Li Shiyi snorted coldly, grabbed Song Nineteen's hand and walked out. When he brushed past Arrow, he snorted, "Lingheng's temper must be very good."
After five bucks, the neck froze.
Just as she was walking to the entrance, around the boulder that was hiding in the past, Song Nineteen suddenly felt something neither hard nor soft under her feet. She was startled, and before she had time to exclaim, she heard a pig-killing howl. Yelled, and a familiar face rolled out of the dark shadows.
"Youngest Tu?" Song Nineteen tilted his head and everyone stopped.
The youngest Tu rubbed the sturdy wrist that had been stepped on, the cold sweat on his face was dry, and the black and yellow ones made him look rather funny.
"What are you doing here?" Wu Qian weighed Ayin up and asked him.
"I can't put my mind down. My mother-in-law said that my cows stepped on the tiles and the mud. The house was round and round. I thought I was an eyesore, so I hired a car to look for you." Mr. Tu stood up.
"When did you come?" Song Nineteen asked.
"What did you see?" Li Shiyi looked at him.
Youngest Tu's eyes were dodging, and he didn't dare to look at Li Shiyi's appearance. He lowered his head, stared at the hidden stone, and shook his legs with his toes, as if to hide a little trembling: "I see you. ...you become a bodhisattva."
Still the lighted one. When he finished, he swallowed.
He felt that his mung bean eyes suddenly became conscious and turned into two independent villains, one knelt down in fear and fear, the other rolled his eyes and silently asked Cang Tian Ge whether his ancestors accumulated virtue or made evil. .
Li Shiyi frowned, and the youngest Tu returned to his senses, and shouted for credit: "I was afraid of causing trouble, so I didn't get close, but I took advantage of the chaos and smashed that old lewd snake several times."
He pointed to the shovel that appeared out of nowhere in the corner of the cave, his eyes wide open.
Everyone was silent for three or two seconds, and even Song Nineteen didn't know what to say.
After returning to the mansion, Sister-in-law Tu hadn't slept yet. Seeing that they were all covered in dust, she hurriedly boiled a few pots of hot water to freshen up. Ah Yin was so dizzy that she didn't wake up. Wu Qian put her on the bed and went downstairs. Song Nineteen leaned against the door and looked at it. He was really worried and wanted to go forward, but Li Shiyi stretched out his hand to support her head, and patted her lightly. A Luo, who was twisting the veil by the bed, led Song Nineteen back to the house.
The cool night is like a huge soft cloth, covering all the thrills without revealing the slightest. After Li Shiyi took a shower, he saw Song Shijiu, who had changed into bedclothes, sitting beside the bed, with his hands on the edge of the bed, staring at the light and shadow of the lamp in a daze.
Li Shiyi lightly walked, walked to her side and sat down, not in a hurry to speak, only raised his hand and glanced at the back of his hand.
The back of her hand was intact at this time, and the texture was so delicate that it seemed to be covered with goat milk. At this moment, she had no scars on her body, but the heart-piercing pain and aftershocks were still tugging at her bones and muscles, and ants gnawed at her. Pain like a bone.
A soft hand appeared in the blurred eyes, stroking the back of her hand, and slowly kneading with the thumb in a circle, the soreness and pain subsided by a half, and the numb warmth attacked a small step.
Li Shiyi clasped Song Shijiu's hand with his backhand, and put his intertwined fingers on his knees. After a while, he pulled them out again and pinched her soft mouth.
She didn't know why she dragged her tired body to do these boring movements. She seemed to be comforting Song Nineteen, and she seemed to be using Song Nineteen to comfort herself.
In fact, she is a person who does not live very purposefully, and she also lives without any sense of belonging. Her short but ups and downs life is always abandoning, always forgetting, forgetting the appearance of her parents, and forgetting the fragrance of Master's wine. , and also forgot whether A Yin called her sister or sister when he first saw her.
She can't even tell her own age.
Therefore, Ah Luo told her Lingheng, Huangquan, and Taishan Mansion. For her, it was only the past that was left in the depths of her memory. For example, if her parents suddenly appeared at this moment, she said to her, Eleven, you are this year. At twenty-eight, she could only make a "uh", thinking to herself, it turned out to be twenty-eight, not twenty-seven, nor twenty-nine.
It turned out to be Ling Heng, not Ling Shu, nor Ling Xi Ling Na.
She blinked and smiled, turned Song Nineteen's hand over, and sighed a tiny sigh between the movements.
Fortunately, the person she is holding is the same as her. She doesn't know where she came from, nor does she remember the slightest past. She grew up in her hands and can be seen by Li Shiyi with a clear and complete lifeline. Except for Li Shiyi, There was nothing and nowhere to go. Her attachment gave Li Shiyi an unprecedented sense of security, controllable, concrete, and a sense of belonging.
She raised her eyes, wanting to take a good look at the girl in front of her, but she was startled when Song Nineteen looked at her right face.
She opened her beautiful eyes with restraint, and a faint starlight flashed in them.
Song Nineteen shifted his gaze due to Li Shiyi's actions, met Li Shiyi's eyes, and lowered his head again, his eyelashes drooping, blocking the reddish circles under his eyes.
"What's wrong?" Li Shiyi became nervous, lowered his neck and looked at her.
Song Nineteen trembled with his crystal clear eyes, pursed his lips and shook his head. Before Li Shiyi could speak, Song Shijiu's slender arms wrapped around her neck. She rubbed her cheek lightly against Li Shiyi's, leaned back on her shoulder, and said softly, "I'm afraid."
She really didn't want to cry, but as soon as her eyes were closed, hot tears filled up. She remembered the terrifying scratches on Li Shiyi's face in the cave just now, the blood gurgling from her wrists, and the smashing into the stone wall. Muscles vibrated with a muffled sound. She wrapped Li Shiyi with her own warm aroma, and begged her softly, "Take me to find Yu Yu, okay?"
She rarely asked Li Shiyi, and even this time, she was not very confident.
"I am the Nine Masters, and I also have the ability to be forgotten."
She hadn't finished her words completely, and the ending sound was still a little choked, but Li Shiyi understood what she meant. If she was in danger again, she wanted to stand by her side.
Song Nineteen always had such a skill. He pushed Li Eleven's good shell away in a few words, and poked the inside softly, but the severity was just right, and he didn't make anyone feel offended at all.
Li Shiyi touched the back of her head, wrapped around her soft lower back, and promised her, "Okay."
The author says:
"Suiyuan Poems": Beautiful people have been like famous generals since ancient times, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world.