Extra: The Origin of the Demons (1)

I wrote a long time ago, there are no mediocre scenes, no martial arts, and no story twists. Recently, I found that there will be a subtle connection with the ending. Fans of Jinxiu can take a look at it casually, but passers-by and black fans will not recommend it.

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Qiong'er was born as the eldest princess of a great chief in southern Xinjiang. It is said that on the day of the full moon, her father, like a little boy, collected many flowers and surrounded her daughter, and stood the great golden scepter at the top of the cradle. When she was old, her father would hold her with her thick arms to go out to patrol the Yan family.

Princess Qiong'er, these fishing boats belong to you, and these people belong to you.The father pinched his beloved daughter's chubby little face and announced proudly.

The people applauded: Baby Princess, of course they all belong to you, hahaha.

At that time, a few bold slaves dared to smile and hug Princess Qiong'er. The father was furious and waved his arms to sternly shouted them back.

The young Qiong'er often lie on the palace window, looking at her own warships, subjects, and cities... The father would always hug her after handling government affairs and laughed in a low voice: In the future, there will definitely be a handsome and dedicated prince to marry our baby Princess Qiong'er.

If you don’t hug, your daddy’s body smells bad.

The father laughed: Haha, this is the macho smell of Dad fighting on the battlefield. If the prince does not have this flavor in the future, I will not allow him to enter!

No, Qiong'er, don't smell bad...

This is Qiong'er's earliest memory, and she can even vaguely remember her mother's mother seemed very unhappy at that time.

After about four years, Qiong'er was over five years old. Only then did she realize that she was not a princess at all, and her father was not a chief, but the most ordinary fishmonger in the remote rural areas of southern Xinjiang. Her palace was nothing more than a thatched hut built from east to west. The golden scepter was an old fishing rod, the warship was a dilapidated small fishing boat, the subjects were all poor neighbors around, and the father was not the smell of a manly warrior, but the fishy smell amplified by the hot weather.

In such a poor and filthy fishing village, it is almost the same as a miracle as a girl like a Guanyin maid.

Qiong'er's father was so poor that he was not even a big size. Because he was ranked seventh, he was called Yan Laoqi. He had a long face like a horse and monkey, a garlic head and a nose, solid and short. His mother had dark skin, triangular eyes, wide chin, big breasts and fat butts. He stacked these two people together. No matter how hard he tried, he could not match Qiong'er's white and greasy skin and beautiful facial features. Even Yan Laoqi himself could not help but feel: Guanyin maid might have a long face after two years, so naturally she would not look so beautiful, right?

However, Qiong'er is already eleven years old. Not only does her appearance gradually follow her parents, she has become a stunning girl who can make the villagers in the village feel ashamed.

Qiong'er's mother was far less surprised than the neighbors. Ten months before her daughter was born, several rich young men from the Central Plains entered the fishing village surrounded by bodyguards. In addition to purchasing a large amount of river food and other local specialties, they could not help but find a few poor village women, spend some silver to relieve the anger caused by the long journey. One of them, the whitest, handsome and honest boy, was urging by the playfulness of his companions, rolled on Yan Laoqi's kang with Qiong'er's mother, who had a big butt. Maybe the wild flowers in the southern Xinjiang were unique, and they could be the one who was very addicted to dick. She ejaculated three times before she took her pants and left.

This kind of transaction is very common in villages in Nanjiang.

Perhaps because Qiong'er was so beautiful, Yan Laoqi didn't know what kind of nerves he was, and she seemed to never doubt whether this daughter was his biological child. Sometimes she even laughed in the tavern and carved it from the same mold as herself.

The drinkers agreed, but silently said in their hearts: You stupid cuckold.

Two years later, Qiong'er was almost thirteen years old. Her slender figure, like jade and water, was half a head taller than her parents. Her breasts became more and more plump every day, and her more handsome and imposing face almost made all the men in the village straighten their eyes. Some were admiring and admiring, while others were obscene and obscene.

Guanyin maid is already at the age of getting married. My mistress is diligent and capable, able to endure hardships and has no temper. If the seventh brother is good, the next 24th month will be a good day. I will go to the city to buy wine and invite the chef in advance...

Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling rollingYan Laoqi waved his hand and said angrily: Our Princess Qiong'er won't marry the black boy who can work stupidly. In the future, we will marry the rich young master in the city.

I'm gonna be!What a broken princess? Wear a flower jacket for two years and a wooden hairpin for four years. You don’t have the money to exchange it for your children. Our old Guo family in Dongcun is a big family with nine boats. Don’t give me shame...

At this time, Qiong'er walked into the small hotel. Although her clothes were very old and her skirt was patched, they were washed very clean and flat, and her hair was tied neatly and neatly with wooden hairpins, which was completely different from other sloppy and rough village women.

Dad, the meal at home is ready.

It was just that my daughter greeted her father for dinner, but there was no sound in the hotel. People said to each other: If this was my daughter (wife), it would be a fucking blessing.

Only Tang Leijiu, the youngest in the corner, laughed sarcastically: Hahaha... Where men drink, what are the little Guanyin maids doing?Pour wine for the man?

Yan Laoqi snorted coldly at the big and thick boy, thinking that this kid is famous for his anger and is not going to be angry, so he wants to get up and go home with Qiong'er.

Another elegant voice sounded: What is the girl’s name?

Qiong'er was puzzled. It was difficult to estimate the age of the person who spoke. She was like in her thirties and was OK at 60. She was neither handsome nor ugly, but she had a demeanor that was indescribable.

Yan Laoqi smiled and scolded: You poor scholar in the dilapidated house is worthy of asking the princess...uh...that...we have never studied, we just called her Qiong'er, and we didn't give the child a big name. Mr. Lian, can you always give me some rewards?

Qiong'er's nickname is when the young Yan Laoqi entered the city to sell fish. She climbed over the fence and watched the show at night. She listened to the lyrics: Qiong'er is reluctant to give up this beautiful and glorious, and you can change the jade bracelet with your young master... It sounds good and calls me, and I don't know what it means, how to write the characters, and whether there are any taboos.

Mr. Lian, who is in front of me, came to the village last month. He usually collects five or six copper plates to teach children to read and recite a few poems. He is a teacher who travels around. He is just in time, so Yan Laoqi asked for a name for his daughter.

Mr. Lian took a sip of wine and said: The hibiscus flowers everywhere on the other side of the lake should be called Fuqiong.

Yan Laoqi was very happy and finally looked like Miss Zhongyuan’s name. Qiong'er nodded gently to Mr. Lian as a thank you, but it seemed that she did not show any likes and dislikes.

After dinner, she washed her father's dirty clothes and smelly socks. Yan Fuqiong didn't even understand what was going on, so she came to the hotel door alone. The gentleman seemed to have known that the girl would come, so she leaned against the side of the bamboo fence on the periphery waiting for her.

Yan Fuqiong rarely talks to people: Sir, I want to recognize words, but I don’t have money, but I can help you wash clothes and repair shoes.

From that day on, Yan Fuqiong began to read and recognize words with Mr. Yunyou, who claimed to be practicing immortality, and listened to him talk about many strange stories outside the village.

The world is too big and too broad. The more Yan Fuqiong knows, the more unwilling he will be to marry a man in the village who can only fish and make nets for the rest of his life, and have children at home to repair his clothes.

Life is like flowing water, always so dull, and there seems to be little change around you. In addition to the family getting poorer and poorer, my father drinks more and more, and he beats and scolds his mother more and more frequently. Yan Fuqiong also wants to leave this poor and boring village more and more, and go to the snowy north, the beautiful and passionate Jiangnan, the prosperous and luxurious Central Plains, and the vast and vast sea.

However, although the mysterious Master Wuxian answered questions and seemed to know everything, he never gave her any advice or guidance.

Master Wuxian, I want to go out of the village to take a look.

Lian Wuxian still had no expression on his face, but his tone seemed to have fluctuated slightly: Humans should be the freest life in this world. Do whatever you want. No one can order you, father, mother, elders, friends, and me.

Yan Fuqiong held her sharp jaw under the shade of the tree and said frustratedly: But I can't bear to part with my father and mother, and there is no extra money at home.

That is also an independent choice.Lian Wuxian laughed rare and said: You are a very beautiful girl. With this, many men will come over to give you silver. You can get the most important responsibilities in the world, but when you go back to the starting point, no matter what choice you make, you still need to think independently. There is nothing right or wrong.

Yan Fuqiong blushed and refused to answer. She had already had her period at the beginning of the year and was no longer a child. She could understand the meaning of Master Wuxian’s words. Of course, a woman who betrayed her body would not go hungry or cold.

When he frowned, he returned home and sprinkled the fish in the pot with salted ginger. Yan Laoqi had already hummed a little song and looked in a very good mood.

Dad didn't go to drink so early?

I won’t drink today, make some food soon, and take Qiong'er, you to Jiangmen Town while it’s still early.

Ah!real?

Of course, I will wear it beautifully later.