Li Qingqian entered the room, his body was slightly cold, and he was holding a crimson peony flower picked along the roadside.
When Hongshao saw the flower, her eyes lit up, and she smiled and said, "Wow, so beautiful! Did you give it to me?"
Li Qingqian nodded, not daring to look at her.
Hong Shao was very happy, even though the illness did not change her temperament that feared that the world would not be chaotic. She struggled to get up from the couch, took the flower, sniffed and grinned: "Unfortunately, my hair is messy, otherwise it will be on my head!"
"...I'll comb it for you."
In the past, she always asked him to braid her hair, so she didn't think much about it, she sat down and let Li Qingqian untie her hair for her, and then combed it into her usual bun, a delicate and bright peony flower. Gently tie it into the black jade hair.
The red peony touched the petals, laughed and coughed twice, and shouted: "Brother, bring me a mirror, I want to see if it looks good."
Li Qingqian said, "...get out of bed and go to the table to see."
As he said, he brought her only pair of embroidered shoes and placed them in front of the couch.
From beginning to end, he never looked into her eyes.
Hong Shao finally felt that something was wrong, she slowly turned her face and looked back at Li Qingqian.
The small gongs and drums that clanged all day long, but at this moment put their voices so low, like a timid kitten.
She looked at him inquiringly:
"… Big Brother?"
"… "
"Brother, do you have something on your mind?"
Fingers clenched into fists, his palms sweaty, Li Qingqian finally told her that the national teacher was choosing a saint.
When he said that, his head was buried very low. He probably thought that he would not see the expression on Hong Shao's face, and he would not let himself feel more and more self-blame.
He really didn't see Hong Shao's face, but he saw a few tears dripping down on the shabby bed.
"I... I..." Xiao Gong and Drum's voice was soft like a cat, "I don't want to go..."
“…Red peony…”
Hong Shao burst into tears: "I don't want to leave! I don't want! I was sold and sold since I was born. Big brother doesn't even want me now? You also want to leave me! Turn me to the fourth hand. !"
"Cats, cats and dogs, you give it four owners, and it can't stand it." Hong Shao hugged her knees and cried sadly, "I'm a human being... Although I am stupid, even though I am stupid... but I also have feelings. Ah, I will also feel uncomfortable, I will miss you... I don't want to go! I don't want to go! You let me die, I just want to be with my big brother every day!"
No matter what Li Qingqian said, she just didn't listen.
How could Li Qingqian really watch her die? Seeing that she could not be persuaded, Li Qingqian stunned her heart, stood up suddenly, turned around and said, "You can go to the national teacher, your illness can be cured, and I can get a thousand gold shells. You can save your life, I can Getting rich is good for both of us. Please help."
Hong Shao was stunned, with tears in her eyes, staring at him blankly.
Li Qingqian flicked his sleeves and said, "Let's go."
Hong Shao was stunned, but still said: "You... no way..."
"What can't you do?!" Li Qingqian turned around suddenly, her eyes were red, and she gritted her teeth, "I'm begging you, I've been taking care of you for three years, and I'm tired enough to sell you and me. Anyway, there is still a good meal to eat, what are you doing with me? You have been following me like this, what will happen to us in the end?"
Hong Shao opened her eyes wide, and the blood on her thin cheeks faded little by little.
What can we do in the end
Is it possible to go to the church to get married, or can it become a swordsman, a sword-wielding red dust
One person promises another person to live together for the rest of their lives. It is a long and difficult thing. It is not a bunch of enthusiasm, but two sincerity is enough.
We need money and silk, we need trust, we need a way out, and we need hope.
And they lacked everything.
For three years, Shang Ke roamed the world and was with the world, but what reason did he have to let her stay with him for the rest of his life? The peddler was right, he couldn't even buy the ugliest and most broken silk flower for her. Their relationship is like the peony in the rosy hair at this moment. When they are first picked, they are so delicate and beautiful, as if everything will be infinitely better tomorrow.
But it will die.
Together they will not have eternal silk flowers. Only one night the red peony was brilliant, and it fell into mud in an instant.
Many couples in this world will eventually lose to money, status, health, and even love itself.
Li Qingqian didn't know what he lost to. To be shallow, he lost to the poor, and to say high, he loved her, so he wouldn't sit back and watch her wither by his side anyway. lost to love.
But no matter what, he was already a complete failure.
He had no choice but to send her away.
"A poor ghost led a poor woman, and finally turned into a poor old man dragging a poor old woman? Do you think I want to live like this?! Have you ever thought about it for me!"
Hong Shao stared at him blankly. Since she knew him, it was the first time that her eldest brother had sent such fire to her.
She raised her head, and the peony on her temples slept in spring, lining the two mottled tears.
She thought, I was thinking.
I have never dared to be greedy, and I have never dared to think about wealth. The best ending I can think of in this life is that two poor old beggars walk together in the light and shadow of the dusk, the old woman is making noises like gongs and drums, and the old man is laughing good-naturedly next to him - except for the hair full of hair and wrinkles and vicissitudes of life , they are still the same as when they were young.
It turned out that this ending was also because she thought too beautiful and greedy too much, but she couldn't get it.
She was just a little slave who sold her body to bury her adoptive father. Three years ago, Li Qingqian fulfilled her wish and bought her. Today he wants to sell her, what can she say
Red peony is not a girl, red peony is just a little thing that is destined to wander for a lifetime because of its cheap life, a gadget.
She has been a child bride-in-law of another family, a maid of a big family, and an adopted daughter bought by a farmer. She thought she could call Li Qingqian a eldest brother for a lifetime, and the dust settled.
But it turned out that it was just a gust of wind, and she had nothing to rely on.
She finally went to the national teacher.
Twilight and evening bells, the afterglow of the clouds, Hong Shao followed the attendant, step by step to the high platform, to the top of the long steps, to meet her fifth master.
The wind chimes at the corners of the eaves were shattering and clear. At the corner of the high platform, she turned sideways and glanced down at the city tower.
Li Qingqian was taking the heavy bag full of money and silk, thanked the waiter, and walked away slowly. She looked at his back from a distance, she thought, you turn around... can you say goodbye to me.
Can you at least wave to me and let me be willing to part with this good dream that has lasted for three years.
But then she thought again, that's all, that's all.
There was so much bitterness and attachment in her throat, I was afraid that if he looked at her, the bank would burst. She was afraid that she would be in such a hurry and disregard as when she first met, crying and shouting recklessly, and insisted that he take her with her.
The wind picked up, and the peony flowers on her temples became more and more fragrant, and her robes fluttered. Her eyes were blurred with water vapor, but she couldn't help laughing slowly.
One thousand gold shells can buy a lot of steamed buns.
Big brother will never be hungry again, right
In fact, it is better not to look back, or not to take her. Three years ago, she just wanted to live a good life, so she could shout at his back like that.
But now, she was afraid.
She was afraid that her shouting would not get him to stop, so she would be so painful that she could no longer walk even a single step.
She has to move on.
going forward...
Before the tears came out of her eyes, she hurriedly took her eyes back, lowered her head and walked through the flying corridor where the silk and copper bells swayed gently, and continued to walk up.
Embroidered shoes under the foot, peony in the hair.
The two of them are so poor, and they can only leave so much memory for three years.
On the high platform of the noble man in Tianhuang, under the curtain, there is a vague sound of silk and bamboo strings, and there are singers playing and singing: "The jackdaw is sad at night, but the new green of the willow pond is gentle. There are white heads in the world."
The golden light of twilight shines on the eaves, and the terrace is brilliant. Hong Shao carried this little residual thought.
Step by step, farther and farther.
"My intestines are broken, I can't hold back my tears, and my lovesickness goes back to the little red building. My knowledge has been blocked by the mountains, and I often lean on the railing and do not feel free."
The blood-colored setting sun engulfed her figure, and the surrounding scene sank like the afterglow of doomsday...
A long farewell.
Since then, Li Qingqian has been alone and has never taken in anyone to accompany him. His thousand shells were almost all among the cold-dispelling scholars, and he didn't spend any of it. Years passed, and when he was in the courtyard, when the peony was being smashed, he finally understood his own sword technique of breaking the water—the sound was like a mournful, or like a gong. The wind roared, and the water broke.
All the fruits are like fireworks in the long night, and they are extinguished in front of Mo Xi's eyes.
When this extremely fast revolving lantern stopped, it was already in the lonely barren mountain, full of bones - that is the battle of the female crying mountain known to the world.
In fact, Mo Xi felt a little uneasy in his heart when he saw Hong Shao walking towards the tower and becoming the chosen saint of Liao Kingdom. Mo Xi is not as simple as Li Qingqian, he is too familiar with the lunatics of Liaoguo, especially the national teacher who rarely shows up, who is even more crazy than a wild dog. Others would believe in "teaching the way of astrology and praying for the fortune of the country", but Mo Xi didn't think so.
Liaoguo eats people and drinks blood, and becomes mad. If he wants to come to Hongshao, it will be more fortunate than good.
Thinking about the rumors of the female crying mountain again, it is said that the Liao Kingdom captured hundreds of girls, dressed them as brides, and came to worship the mountain god. As soon as the two things were related to each other, Mo Xi probably had a guess...
The fact is that his conjectures about Liao Guo's actions are often correct.
On the girl crying mountain, there were many ghosts, and Li Qingqian subdued them all. But he has a good heart. After he got the dead souls of these girls, he didn't want to let anyone hurt them. Instead, he was determined to hand over his water-breaking swordsmanship to his younger brother for safekeeping and cultivation, and he took the hundreds of souls to the island. Pass them over slowly.
To save the Specter, naturally one has to come one by one, let them get rid of their hostility one by one, and their souls will be reincarnated.
Every time Li Qingqian crossed a person, he watched the soul die and went west from the Hanhai Sea.
The girls who died in the Crying Mountain were all mottled red clothes. When they were hostile, they were unconscious, but after the hostility dissipated, they lost the memory in front of them. Every day, he watched a dead soul resentful and resentful from the lamp. He floated out and walked away in a daze.
Just like that, day after day.
Li Qing Qiandu had more and more souls, but the panic in his heart deepened - because he found that these girls looked too much like a person.
Like the man who ran after him and was left on the tower by him.
Before the female ghosts can resolve their resentment, they will unconsciously repeat the words they thought about when they were dying. Li Qingqian listened to it a lot, some were screaming in pain, some were calling for their parents, and some were mumbling, don't bury me... don't lie to me... I don't want to die...
Don't bury me.
Do not lie to me…
I don't want to die! I don't want to die!
These words, and the similar appearances of the female ghosts, made Li Qingqian feel more and more uneasy - where did Liaoguo find these girls? Why do they have such similar looks
There was an answer that was about to come out, but he couldn't believe it, he didn't dare to think.
The number of ghosts in the soul lamp was decreasing day by day, and Mo Xi could see that Li Qingqian's hands trembled every time he released one. And when he saw that the appearance of the female ghost was not the red peony that he abandoned, his trembling stopped.
Breathing a sigh of relief.
Until he crossed to the last ghost.
That morning, Li Qingqian carried the soul lamp as usual, Mo Xi could see that his steps were much easier than before, and there was only one ghost left in the girl crying mountain, Li Qingqian felt that maybe he thought too much in the past.
His red peony should still be asked by astrology in the palace of the national teacher, and she should be well in front of her saintess, it will never be as he thinks...
The last soul, like a wisp of solitary smoke, wafted out of the lamp weakly and transformed into shape.
The female ghost is petite, and is dressed in a phoenix crown, but it is... Li Qingqian is like being killed by lightning, and the blood all over her body is cold—
He almost blurted out: "Red peony?!!!"
The thin reflection was like a nightmare that had finally come.
The ghost of Hong Shao hangs in front of him blankly, and her appearance is the same that he has seen countless times in his dreams. Even her temples still have the shadow of peony flowers, and the soles of her feet are still yellow embroidered shoes... But she can't laugh, can't Jump and jump, not like a small gong and drum with him. She was just like all the slain ghosts, her mind and memory had been wiped out, and only a wisp of soul remained, floating in front of him alone.
Even simple and stupid people should know at this time that the national teacher has lied to them. Those women who were sacrificed did not become saints in the end, but became sacrifices to the mountains, burying dead bones.
The deception of the rich and powerful has deceived the lives of those desperate.
Hong Shao floated in the air, murmured the last words she was obsessed with before she died, her eyes were empty, she said: "You look back... Brother... I want to say goodbye to you... "
You look back, I don't expect to grow old with you, I don't expect you to extend your hand to me again, and take me on a long journey to fight the sword.
I just thought, I think I have always been chasing you, and I have always been watching your back. When we parted, can you watch me walk up the tower, and can you give me a good look.
I'm not willing to die like this, bro.
I have never said goodbye to you in my life.
From Mo Xi's point of view, he could not see what Li Qingqian's face was like at that time, and there was no sound in the dead silence.
After a long time, as if the torrent finally broke the dam, Li Qingqian's throat suddenly burst out with a howl that was almost like the whining of a beast. It was like being dug out with blood from the throat.
He said, I shouldn't send you away... I shouldn't send you away...
If I don't send you away, I can't heal you, but I can accompany you well. It's me who suffers. But I was so selfish, so weak, I pushed you to others, fled myself, and left you all the pain.
He knelt in front of Hong Shao's dead soul, just like when Hong Shao was kneeling in the dust when he first saw it, trembling, trembling, and weeping mournfully.
I didn't even have the courage to say goodbye to you, I didn't say goodbye to you with a sincere heart.
That whole day, from the dawn of the dawn to the full sky.
It is the last companion of one person and one soul.
The sky is finally dark, and the ghost who released the soul lamp can no longer stay. She will either fall into eternal calamity or be saved by him. So Li Qingqian could only muster his strength, hoarse his voice, and shed tears, reciting the rebirth mantra over and over again.
He sent her away, he took her away.
Vast sea floated, whispered in Sanskrit, this time, he watched her leave.
"Namo Amitabha Yeduo Tagadaye..."
again and again.
"Gamiti Gagana..."
In the whispering of the rebirth mantra, the red peony repeats unconsciously: "Big brother...you look back...you look at me again..."
"I want to say goodbye to you... goodbye..."
"Big brother..."
Suddenly.
The black air dissipated.
The clouds in the sky are thick and bright, and the golden light enters the ocean tide. Li Qingqian's lips trembled, read the last word, and slowly raised her head.
The red peony soul was relieved, and her eyes became ethereal and blank.
She stopped talking, as if confused as to why she was in this vast world. Then she turned her head to look at the last twilight at the end of the sea, and without any reluctance, she turned and floated away.
I want to say goodbye to you.
Li Qingqian couldn't stop crying, he looked at her back, he chased after her, calling her name hoarsely... Into the sea... The water was not over his knees, not over his waist... When the tide came, he staggered to his knees, but Not bowing.
He watched her disappear into the golden light of heaven and earth.
I never looked back when we parted from the tower. This time, it was me who looked at you... It was me who sent you away...
We will never be able to say goodbye well in our lifetime. But I will send you, I will take you home, I will send you away.
Red peony. Red peony.
In this case, can you forgive me, forgive me for being poor and weak.
have you forgiven me, can you forgive me...
Heaven and earth are empty, the setting sun weeps blood.
The twilight was deep, the last light was swallowed by the sea, darkness fell on the island, and the long night rolled in his wailing.
Mo Xi didn't move, he didn't go over to see Li Qingqian's appearance.
That kind of fragmented face, he has been fighting for half his life, and he has seen it countless times. It was the last picture he wanted to see.
Soon after, Li Qingsu went to Liao Kingdom. He is going to go to the national teacher and ask him to understand - what saintess, is the saintess used to fill the mountains to worship the gods
That's a sacrifice! sacrifice! !
His water-breaking sword has been cultivated to its peak, full of hatred and resentment, and the dark guard of Liao King City is not his opponent. He galloped over the roof rafters. In the end, he landed lightly in front of the National Teacher's Hall, and within three strokes, he killed the two guards who were guarding the side gate. Immediately after kicking open the temple door—