A few days later, Wuyue appeared alone in the shaman temple beside the forest east of Dahei Mountain. Although she kept repulsing her mouth, whenever she thought of that dirty and stubborn child, her heart would always be filled with love and a deep pity for him. Calculate the time, her first three children must have been born. Although she has not seen them yet, this is the feeling of fatherly love?
It was this love that drove him to travel long distances, coming alone, as if he was remembering and pursuing. What he remembered was the feeling of having to stand up and try his best to protect her at any time. It was this kind of passion for protecting young children that allowed him to complete the transformation from a boy to a man. Although the price he paid for this was extremely considerable and almost died, he thought it was worth it.
The reason why he was looked down upon by plum blossoms in the past was because he was not like a man, but where did he get the chance to become a man?
Almost all people close to him are in a protected position. When will he have the opportunity to stand up and protect others?
It was Qing'er, this pretty and weak child who provided him with this opportunity!
So he still has to pursue it, and he must come alone, pursuing the arduous journey that once made him a man
The reason why he was able to go out with the eldest princess this time and to face the Jurchen Iron Cavalry and the mighty Chikte in Chang'an Castle without fear is related to this long journey!
In the main hall of the Shaman Temple, the smiling goddess statue in the Xitou shrine has indeed disappeared without a trace. Nearly a year has passed, and the dust on the ground is thicker. He carefully identified it. The ground is still the footprints left by himself and love, and it is obvious that no one has ever come.
A question arose in his heart. Although this temple is remote in the edge of the forest, there are still a few Jurchen hunters in the vicinity of a hundred miles away. The hunter's house where he and Qing'er stayed together was the hunter's house. The hunters would occasionally pass by nearby. Shamans are the gods they believe in, so they should come in to worship. If they encounter a blizzard, this place is also an excellent place to hide from the cold.
It is obviously unreasonable to have no one visiting the temple for such a long time. What is the reason?
He carefully investigated it and could not find any answers on the two shaman statues of Sun God and Nine-Breast Mother.
In the east room of the back hall, the yellow branches and leaves in the corner of the house are still there. It was collected by the love a year ago. The extremely strange scene that night couldn't help but appear in front of you.
Qing'er said that the smiling goddess had spoken to her, and before going to bed, she asked him not to leave this room in the middle of the night, remember!
He didn't care much at that time. The smiling goddess in the cave in the middle of the night mentioned the name Ji Lingxian. Later, Greyho mentioned it, but he couldn't remember such a person.
He walked along the back hall to the west room. At this time, there was still snow in the patio. Qing'er's stupid appearance when she dug the snow piles was vividly remembered. The huge pit left after the excavation had not been completely filled by heavy snow.
His eyes gradually blurred, just like missing Xiaoyu back then. He never realized that love was so important to him. He couldn't help but ask himself, why?
People always think that what they lose is more valuable?
He walked to the edge of the snow pile, pulled out a scimitar and dug it into the pit
The sword given by the master cuts iron like mud, and it is a piece of cake to deal with the thick snow. He doesn't need internal force to fall down.
Every time he digs, he jumps onto the snow pile and tramples the snow on the pit, sweep away the scattered snow blocks piled up below, so as not to repeat the mistakes of love being buried.
More than half an hour later, he had dug out the corridor that entered the cave. The sides of the corridor were made of rammed earth and digged upwards more than a meter deep along the corridor. His entire body had disappeared into the underground corridor. When he digged forward, some hard frozen soil blocks appeared.
He paved the snow and scattered frozen soil blocks, gradually revealing a door. There was a copper lock buckle covered with rusty on the decaying wooden door.
There was also thick snow behind the door. He stepped over the snow pile and entered the cave, turned right into the hall. Although it was only dusk, the cave was still very dark. He lit a torch and looked around. The scenery inside was still the same. The shaman altar, magic tools and the lifelike erect bodies were still the same, which was no different from that horrible night.
After experiencing the bloody and tragic scene of the Chang'an Castle Battle, he was not afraid of so many corpses. He walked into the crowd, and the corpse that he had pushed down was still lying straight on the ground.
How did these people die?
Are you really harmed by the Smiling Immortal?
Could it be that she has long been designated as a forbidden place for the trespassers, and all the treacherous corpses have become these cold corpses. They have been passed down by word of mouth for a long time, so that no one dares to come again?
He looked behind the altar, and the door was still there. In the slightly smaller cave inside, the shaman artifacts such as the divine drum, the divine mirror and the bronze mask were also placed in their original form. The only one missing the smiling immortal, her shrill and resentful howl echoed in his ears, and he couldn't help but shiver!
In this terrifying place that almost made him lose his soul, everything in front of him was almost the same as nearly a year ago, including the pile of yellow branches and leaves that Qing'er collected and laid in the corner of the east house.
After dark, Wu Yue lay on the pile of branches and leaves, but things were changed in front of him. The situation in the middle of the night couldn't help but come to his mind. After thinking hard, he still had no impression of the name Ji Lingxian. Then he fell asleep. As the saying goes, there is something to think about in the day and dreams of a night. As a result, he dreamed of a pair of sad and beautiful eyes looking at him blankly. In his dream, he was still thinking about this matter...
I vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a little girl who introduced herself to her that she was Ji Lingxian?
However, it seems that I and others call her that way, so I didn’t leave much impression on this name. How did I call her?
After thinking hard, the hidden memories were digging out little by little, and then gradually pieced together a unique peerless face...
He swore that he would never leave love behind. The dark, dirty and ugly little girl curled up in his arms at that time, the reality and dream gradually overlapped. The two eyes were so similar, but their faces were very different. What's going on?
There is also the delicate jade hand that gestures in front of you from time to time, gradually reflecting a blurry but extremely friendly face. There is no trace of light in her blank black pupils, like a dark sky without stars or moon
His heart thumped, trying hard to get closer and see her face clearly, but not only did he not want to struggle at all, her gestured hands and face gradually faded until they disappeared without a trace, and he suddenly became excited!
Although it is difficult to tell the face, the unforgettable sense of intimacy is born with an innate attachment, as deep as the sea. He really wants to catch up with her leaving. He wants to hear her footsteps that have been accompanied by her most primitive memory since she has been with her extremely familiar footsteps, but he can't find a direction in the darkness.
He struggled all night between half dreams and half awake, and his thoughts floated alternately in the past and the reality of this life, making each other confused and entangled...
Perhaps this is really the place where he is destined to be right and wrong. Before he opened his eyes, he had already had some sense of right but wrong in his mind. Those outrageously large eyes appeared in front of him. Are you able to see it just like that time when you opened your eyes?
At this moment, some unusual sounds suddenly came from the howling cold wind outside the house. Wuyue felt a warning sign and couldn't help but hold the hilt of the knife at her waist, but he still didn't open his eyes.
After experiencing the baptism of the Second Liaodong War, he became much more calm and sophisticated. He knew that the more critical he was, the less he could not panic. First, he would understand the situation in front of him!
The rustling sound became more and more obvious, but it was not the sound of the wolf pack running on the snow. The sound he heard was much smaller. If it weren't for the spiritual consciousness becoming stronger and stronger, he would almost never notice it. The rustling sound gradually turned into a slight sound of wind blowing in the clothes, and it had arrived outside the door in an instant!
Wuyue opened her eyes, the carp jumped up, drew its sword and drew an arc, and the flashing sword light barely met the tip of an equally sharp sword. The two of them collided with each other and made a hissing sound, followed by a tingling sound.
When his tiger's mouth became hot, the scimitar almost flew out!
Looking at it, it was a masked man in black. He looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it?
Yes, this person is Zhen Wu, the No. 5 killer of Feiyingmen, and one of the leaders of the killers under Yin Tianxia. When Wuyue fled thousands of miles away, he was responsible for leading dozens of killers all the way. Wuyue met him from afar.
Of course, it was not Zhen Wuyi who was dispatched this time. The reason why he was able to find this place was that the Xiuyi Pavilion learned Xiao Wuyue's whereabouts from unknown sources, so he informed the Lord of Yin Sect that he had arrived here alone. The Lord of Yin Sect now led a group of top killers to track it down here.
The top ten killers in this sect have dispatched as many as four of them this time. It is conceivable how much the sect leader attaches great importance to this action and wants to get it and be willing to do so!
The sect leader has tried his best to get rid of this guy in the past year, but there are many masters around the eldest princess, and he has been in trouble. That time, his sect suffered a great loss in the White Horse Town. Except for the second brother Hei, he was lucky enough to escape, and the other killers were killed!
There is one thing Zhen Wu is very strange. Why don’t the masters of the Embroidered Clothes Pavilion do it themselves?
Maybe this is in the territory of Jin Kingdom, so it is not convenient for people from the embroidered clothes pavilion to break in?
Both of them took action as fast as lightning. Zhen Wu's sword moves were as solid and accurate as the essence, and the tip of the sword was only scratched around Wuyue's chest!
Wu Yuesheng is using a mysterious sword. Sometimes his strange moves are outstanding and he can break through Zhen Wu's defensive sword energy, forcing him to take action to protect himself. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already fought five moves, but they rarely made the sound of weapons fighting.
Wu Yue heard the sound of the wind blowing in her clothes. He knew that there were other experts on the other side who arrived. He hurriedly pushed his sword and cut the edge of the edge, and cut at Zhen Wu's ribs from an incredible angle. With the whistling wind, he forced him to flash to the right.
It was this love that drove him to travel long distances, coming alone, as if he was remembering and pursuing. What he remembered was the feeling of having to stand up and try his best to protect her at any time. It was this kind of passion for protecting young children that allowed him to complete the transformation from a boy to a man. Although the price he paid for this was extremely considerable and almost died, he thought it was worth it.
The reason why he was looked down upon by plum blossoms in the past was because he was not like a man, but where did he get the chance to become a man?
Almost all people close to him are in a protected position. When will he have the opportunity to stand up and protect others?
It was Qing'er, this pretty and weak child who provided him with this opportunity!
So he still has to pursue it, and he must come alone, pursuing the arduous journey that once made him a man
The reason why he was able to go out with the eldest princess this time and to face the Jurchen Iron Cavalry and the mighty Chikte in Chang'an Castle without fear is related to this long journey!
In the main hall of the Shaman Temple, the smiling goddess statue in the Xitou shrine has indeed disappeared without a trace. Nearly a year has passed, and the dust on the ground is thicker. He carefully identified it. The ground is still the footprints left by himself and love, and it is obvious that no one has ever come.
A question arose in his heart. Although this temple is remote in the edge of the forest, there are still a few Jurchen hunters in the vicinity of a hundred miles away. The hunter's house where he and Qing'er stayed together was the hunter's house. The hunters would occasionally pass by nearby. Shamans are the gods they believe in, so they should come in to worship. If they encounter a blizzard, this place is also an excellent place to hide from the cold.
It is obviously unreasonable to have no one visiting the temple for such a long time. What is the reason?
He carefully investigated it and could not find any answers on the two shaman statues of Sun God and Nine-Breast Mother.
In the east room of the back hall, the yellow branches and leaves in the corner of the house are still there. It was collected by the love a year ago. The extremely strange scene that night couldn't help but appear in front of you.
Qing'er said that the smiling goddess had spoken to her, and before going to bed, she asked him not to leave this room in the middle of the night, remember!
He didn't care much at that time. The smiling goddess in the cave in the middle of the night mentioned the name Ji Lingxian. Later, Greyho mentioned it, but he couldn't remember such a person.
He walked along the back hall to the west room. At this time, there was still snow in the patio. Qing'er's stupid appearance when she dug the snow piles was vividly remembered. The huge pit left after the excavation had not been completely filled by heavy snow.
His eyes gradually blurred, just like missing Xiaoyu back then. He never realized that love was so important to him. He couldn't help but ask himself, why?
People always think that what they lose is more valuable?
He walked to the edge of the snow pile, pulled out a scimitar and dug it into the pit
The sword given by the master cuts iron like mud, and it is a piece of cake to deal with the thick snow. He doesn't need internal force to fall down.
Every time he digs, he jumps onto the snow pile and tramples the snow on the pit, sweep away the scattered snow blocks piled up below, so as not to repeat the mistakes of love being buried.
More than half an hour later, he had dug out the corridor that entered the cave. The sides of the corridor were made of rammed earth and digged upwards more than a meter deep along the corridor. His entire body had disappeared into the underground corridor. When he digged forward, some hard frozen soil blocks appeared.
He paved the snow and scattered frozen soil blocks, gradually revealing a door. There was a copper lock buckle covered with rusty on the decaying wooden door.
There was also thick snow behind the door. He stepped over the snow pile and entered the cave, turned right into the hall. Although it was only dusk, the cave was still very dark. He lit a torch and looked around. The scenery inside was still the same. The shaman altar, magic tools and the lifelike erect bodies were still the same, which was no different from that horrible night.
After experiencing the bloody and tragic scene of the Chang'an Castle Battle, he was not afraid of so many corpses. He walked into the crowd, and the corpse that he had pushed down was still lying straight on the ground.
How did these people die?
Are you really harmed by the Smiling Immortal?
Could it be that she has long been designated as a forbidden place for the trespassers, and all the treacherous corpses have become these cold corpses. They have been passed down by word of mouth for a long time, so that no one dares to come again?
He looked behind the altar, and the door was still there. In the slightly smaller cave inside, the shaman artifacts such as the divine drum, the divine mirror and the bronze mask were also placed in their original form. The only one missing the smiling immortal, her shrill and resentful howl echoed in his ears, and he couldn't help but shiver!
In this terrifying place that almost made him lose his soul, everything in front of him was almost the same as nearly a year ago, including the pile of yellow branches and leaves that Qing'er collected and laid in the corner of the east house.
After dark, Wu Yue lay on the pile of branches and leaves, but things were changed in front of him. The situation in the middle of the night couldn't help but come to his mind. After thinking hard, he still had no impression of the name Ji Lingxian. Then he fell asleep. As the saying goes, there is something to think about in the day and dreams of a night. As a result, he dreamed of a pair of sad and beautiful eyes looking at him blankly. In his dream, he was still thinking about this matter...
I vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a little girl who introduced herself to her that she was Ji Lingxian?
However, it seems that I and others call her that way, so I didn’t leave much impression on this name. How did I call her?
After thinking hard, the hidden memories were digging out little by little, and then gradually pieced together a unique peerless face...
He swore that he would never leave love behind. The dark, dirty and ugly little girl curled up in his arms at that time, the reality and dream gradually overlapped. The two eyes were so similar, but their faces were very different. What's going on?
There is also the delicate jade hand that gestures in front of you from time to time, gradually reflecting a blurry but extremely friendly face. There is no trace of light in her blank black pupils, like a dark sky without stars or moon
His heart thumped, trying hard to get closer and see her face clearly, but not only did he not want to struggle at all, her gestured hands and face gradually faded until they disappeared without a trace, and he suddenly became excited!
Although it is difficult to tell the face, the unforgettable sense of intimacy is born with an innate attachment, as deep as the sea. He really wants to catch up with her leaving. He wants to hear her footsteps that have been accompanied by her most primitive memory since she has been with her extremely familiar footsteps, but he can't find a direction in the darkness.
He struggled all night between half dreams and half awake, and his thoughts floated alternately in the past and the reality of this life, making each other confused and entangled...
Perhaps this is really the place where he is destined to be right and wrong. Before he opened his eyes, he had already had some sense of right but wrong in his mind. Those outrageously large eyes appeared in front of him. Are you able to see it just like that time when you opened your eyes?
At this moment, some unusual sounds suddenly came from the howling cold wind outside the house. Wuyue felt a warning sign and couldn't help but hold the hilt of the knife at her waist, but he still didn't open his eyes.
After experiencing the baptism of the Second Liaodong War, he became much more calm and sophisticated. He knew that the more critical he was, the less he could not panic. First, he would understand the situation in front of him!
The rustling sound became more and more obvious, but it was not the sound of the wolf pack running on the snow. The sound he heard was much smaller. If it weren't for the spiritual consciousness becoming stronger and stronger, he would almost never notice it. The rustling sound gradually turned into a slight sound of wind blowing in the clothes, and it had arrived outside the door in an instant!
Wuyue opened her eyes, the carp jumped up, drew its sword and drew an arc, and the flashing sword light barely met the tip of an equally sharp sword. The two of them collided with each other and made a hissing sound, followed by a tingling sound.
When his tiger's mouth became hot, the scimitar almost flew out!
Looking at it, it was a masked man in black. He looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it?
Yes, this person is Zhen Wu, the No. 5 killer of Feiyingmen, and one of the leaders of the killers under Yin Tianxia. When Wuyue fled thousands of miles away, he was responsible for leading dozens of killers all the way. Wuyue met him from afar.
Of course, it was not Zhen Wuyi who was dispatched this time. The reason why he was able to find this place was that the Xiuyi Pavilion learned Xiao Wuyue's whereabouts from unknown sources, so he informed the Lord of Yin Sect that he had arrived here alone. The Lord of Yin Sect now led a group of top killers to track it down here.
The top ten killers in this sect have dispatched as many as four of them this time. It is conceivable how much the sect leader attaches great importance to this action and wants to get it and be willing to do so!
The sect leader has tried his best to get rid of this guy in the past year, but there are many masters around the eldest princess, and he has been in trouble. That time, his sect suffered a great loss in the White Horse Town. Except for the second brother Hei, he was lucky enough to escape, and the other killers were killed!
There is one thing Zhen Wu is very strange. Why don’t the masters of the Embroidered Clothes Pavilion do it themselves?
Maybe this is in the territory of Jin Kingdom, so it is not convenient for people from the embroidered clothes pavilion to break in?
Both of them took action as fast as lightning. Zhen Wu's sword moves were as solid and accurate as the essence, and the tip of the sword was only scratched around Wuyue's chest!
Wu Yuesheng is using a mysterious sword. Sometimes his strange moves are outstanding and he can break through Zhen Wu's defensive sword energy, forcing him to take action to protect himself. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already fought five moves, but they rarely made the sound of weapons fighting.
Wu Yue heard the sound of the wind blowing in her clothes. He knew that there were other experts on the other side who arrived. He hurriedly pushed his sword and cut the edge of the edge, and cut at Zhen Wu's ribs from an incredible angle. With the whistling wind, he forced him to flash to the right.
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