In front of the cliff was a strangely shaking sedan chair, and next to it was an inexplicably boiling pool of water. Feng Zhiwei was at the corner, and she tried her best to close her eyes not to look at it, but people are born with an exploratory psychology for fear, so they couldn't help but open their eyes. Opening a line, I saw some round object struggling and surging in the pool, as if it was about to emerge.
"ah!"
She let out a scream in a very reasonable way, wanted to back up but couldn't back up, she pushed her body back heavily, and then heard a crisp sound of "shua", the white light on the top of her head lit up like lightning, and she didn't know where the two came from. Dao Jianguang cut her head in the face!
The bright sword light reflected the terrified eyes, the wide-eyed Feng Zhiwei clung tightly to the cliff wall, like all people who don't know martial arts, not only dare not move, he can't even scream.
"Clang!"
The sword light staggered across the top of the head, drawing two bright white arcs, flashed in the blue and dark cave, and disappeared into the pool.
Feng Zhiwei stared blankly at the pool, as if she couldn't react to what happened just now, she didn't seem to realize that the two sword lights were not sword lights at all, but the formation in the cave using the small hole on the mountain wall to shine The strong light is just a "phantom sword".
Martial arts practitioners have an intuitive reaction to danger that they cannot control themselves. In this tense and suffocating environment, facing the sudden fierce long sword, the martial artist must counterattack and escape.
As for Mrs. Huang, she doesn't know how to fight.
Feng Zhiwei covered her face, and slowly squatted down along the cliff wall as if frightened and exhausted, but the eyes in the palm of her hand were shining coldly—is it just such a test? Do you underestimate her too much
The sword light disappeared, and there was no movement in the surroundings, only her tense and rapid breathing, faintly swaying in a blurred and floating water.
The water vapor seemed to be thicker than before, but the fishy smell of water seemed to be lighter. There was a strange smell in the air, neither smelly nor fragrant, slow and heavy, reminding people of all the unpleasant experiences in their life.
There was a sound in the pool.
There were layers of ripples on the surface of the water, and the round object that had been struggling and surging seemed to be startled by the sword light, and finally struggled and wriggled, slipping out of the water sticky and greasy, gradually revealing the outline of a person's half body , with her back to Feng Zhiwei, with long hair loose, covered in mud or clothes, neither male nor female can be distinguished from her hair and body shape.
Feng Zhiwei seemed to have heard the commotion here, but desperately squatted under the cliff with her head in her arms, not daring to raise her head.
But there was a deep and faint voice that could not be heard from men and women, and it sounded meanderingly.
"My son..."
The voice was empty and cold, and the words were slurred. Although there was still a distance, it seemed to be ringing in the ears.
Feng Zhiwei, who buried her face in her knees, suddenly raised her head.
"My son..." The voice approached faintly, the tone was deep and bewildered, empty and unpredictable, it made people's heart tighten when they heard it, and all the hesitation and hidden pain in their hearts were called out.
The figure also moved slowly, and floated out of the pool in a muddy manner, with reddish mud and sticky liquid dripping all over his body, which looked like clotted blood.
The wind passed through the top of the cave, whistling like crying.
"My son..." The voice floated in the entire cave, and no one could avoid it, "Where are you..."
Everyone in the world has his mother.
People all over the world have acted like a baby in their mother's arms.
People all over the world have given the first nostalgia in their lives to their milky embrace.
People all over the world regard that embrace as the final destination of the soul, and pour out their thoughts when the soul is most fragile.
"My son... you have suffered..."
The shadow approached slowly.
Feng Zhiwei squatted motionless.
She stared at the blurred figure in the dim light, with a faint blue color between her brows, her eyes aching and dazed.
Ning Yi's bearer did not say that he was going to fetch the coir raincoat for him.
But on the way, a bearer was kicked by a stone, and he couldn't walk anymore, so he said he wanted to find someone else, so Mr. Huang said that he could walk, just to see the surrounding scenery, and the bearer pointed the way for him .
Mr. Huang didn't meet the sword light and the bubbling spring water either. He walked leisurely all the way, admiring the rocks and looking at the scenery, chanting a few words from time to time, completely scholarly.
After walking not far, a person suddenly walked through a stone cave beside him. The person had a wind-haired hairpin and a tinkling ring. She turned out to be a beautiful woman. When she saw Master Huang, she let out an exclamation and stepped back. However, Master Huang was also taken aback, took a step back with his eyes wide open, and scolded: "Who are you? How could there be other women here? Could it be that a mountain elf, a ghost fox, appeared here to confuse people?"
The woman covered her mouth and stared at him in a daze. The light from a distance came over her. She looked at it for a while, and suddenly asked suspiciously, "Could this be the magistrate of Huang County from Weiming County?"
"How do you know I'm Huang Zhiqiu?" Master Huang was also stunned, and looked him up and down for a while, "Also, I'm not the county magistrate now, and I'm transferred to be the procuratorial envoy in Puzhou to divide the yamen."
"Master Huang." The woman suddenly laughed, blessed, "Have you forgotten the concubine? The concubine is Xiaomei in Tsing Yi from Linglong Building in Puzhou. Back then, she and Hongru were the best friends. You had a private meeting in Linglong Building back then. Hongru, it was the backyard door I opened for you!"
"Ah? Ah!" Master Huang was startled, his face turned purple suddenly, and he stammered for a while, "Oh... Miss Xiaomei... Forgive me, forgive me... Why are you here?"
"The lowly concubine also became good later." Xiaomei pursed her lips and smiled, "When I married to Dijing, my husband lived in this village, and the lowly concubine also helped take care of some chores. ?”
"She's probably coming soon." Master Huang looked back, and retreated a little unnaturally, "I just met you."
"Why is your lord hiding from me like this?" Xiaomei smiled lightly, but she leaned over, her eyes fluttering, and she said softly, "After a few years, your lord never thinks of me at all?"
"Miss Xiaomei...you have a husband, I have a wife, it's not what it used to be..." Master Huang hurriedly pushed her away, his face flushed, "Please...please respect yourself..."
He took a step back, but there was a cliff behind him, Xiaomei also stood still, lowered her head, tangles with the knots on her clothes with her fingers, and said quietly, "It really is a human face and still has other thoughts, Zhiqiu... It's so easy for you and me We met here by chance, and it's only you and me, you still... why are you pretending?"