The thunder of summer rumbled, and the dark clouds engulfed the entire sky like a tumbling tide, like the devil's evil palm. In an instant, the rain fell with a thunderbolt www.biquge.info pen.

"Don't chase me, don't chase me!" A little beggar who looked like he was about ten years old staggered and ran, his left hand tightly covering the bleeding wound, and the colorless snow lotus bloomed everywhere where the blood fell, and then disappeared again after a while.

"Little ghost, your blood is so fragrant! I've seen it from afar, hehehehehe ”

"Don't chase me..... Yes! ”

The shrill cries of helplessness pierced the thunder with the cries of the children, echoing in the empty alleys. The weeds on the edge of the wall shrank in the corners and shivered, and the dense moss on them glowed with the black and green of the cautious people, as if in the next second, they would turn into evil and devour people's souls in an instant.

She fell to the ground and looked back in horror.

Chasing her was an eight-clawed octopus monster, with two strong and thick hind paws propped up on the ground, and under the slippery and sticky flesh were bulging blood meridians, as if you could see the blood gurgling under the veins. The other six, slightly thinner tentacles slowly slid through the air, stretching out like spider webs.

The little beggar was like a grass and an ant under the octopus monster, sitting on the ground drenched.

Suddenly, one of the octopus monster's tentacles reached out and wrapped around the little beggar's left hand, which was covering the wound. The octopus tentacles were large and small, like dense eyes, opening and closing, dripping with slime and rain, but still clinging to her bare arms.

The little beggar was furious, and when she was touched by the disgusting tentacles, the goosebumps stood up, and she took out the dagger she carried with her almost like crazy, and neatly cut off the thing in her hand. Regardless of the moment that squirted out and splashed on her face, the blue-black pungent slurry, got up and ran away.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the tentacle writhed a few times, fell to the ground, and writhed a few times unwillingly.

She turned around and ran out of the dilapidated alley, ran through a secluded bamboo forest, ran across a wooden bridge, looked back, and found that the octopus monster was no longer behind, and slowly stopped to hold on to the edge of the bridge, drinking and panting, and leaning on the bridge railing. She really, she had no strength.

It was night, the wind had stopped, but the rain had not stopped. From time to time, lightning pierced the silence of the night, illuminating the bamboo forest behind him like a hideous devil. Her clothes were all attached to her body, and her body was getting heavier and heavier, and it was difficult to take a step.

It is a wilderness, and there is no shelter from the rain in front of or behind. The little beggar slowly crouched down, rested his head lightly on the edge of the bridge, and looked at the ground with vacant eyes. In the night, the rain trickled down her forehead and down her long eyelashes.

Suddenly, another gust of wind blew, and in the darkness of the night, the little beggar was strangled by the neck, and she had no strength to struggle any longer, and like a lifeless rag doll, she was lifted high and sent towards the mouth of the fanged monster.

"Eat, don't eat me." She muttered deliriously, but there was no expression on her face.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing, and a jade pendant hung next to the child in the blink of an eye.

The octopus stopped moving.

The purple light of the jade pendant bloomed, almost illuminating half of the dark sky, and a man in white fell from the sky under the shroud of the light of the jade pendant.

A colorful, but strong spell was unleashed like a cloud, and before the octopus monster could react, it had been split into countless pieces by the spell, and it rained flesh and blood.

The child fell straight out of the air and into a warm embrace.

Although the little beggar was dazed at the moment, he felt an unprecedented sense of security, and the previous panic, nervousness, and despair suddenly turned into a low cry and drifted away in the night.

"Mother......

Like the first cry of a newborn baby, like the crook of a kitten in the night, gently tugging at people's heartstrings.

The little beggar's taut strings loosened, and he fell into a groggy sleep.

The man in white probed her forehead. "It turned out to be a fever." Fly away with her in her arms.

In the Wei Liang National Teacher's Mansion, the lights are bright.

The man in white took off the child's soaked clothes, ordered the maids to put a bucket of water, plus herbs to ward off the cold, and gently put her into the bucket. He used a hot and humid towel to carefully wipe the dirty little face clean, revealing a logo, but dry baby face.

The man in white carefully studied her cheek, leaned over slightly and touched her smooth forehead lightly. Trembling voice.

"Ah Yan, it's really you."

In the past, she has always been optimistic and cheerful, like the rising sun, giving people hope, but she is also stubbornly not like words, even when her soul is scattered, there is a smile in her eyebrows and eyes, and she does not give people the slightest opportunity to cherish.

Today, she is really like a teenager, when facing danger, she will be helpless, desperate, and distressing.

Decades ago, the gods and demons fought like yesterday.

"It's good for you to leave alone, leaving me alone."

Now they are separated by a long time, by the interests of the gods and demons, by the cycle of life and death, and by boundless memories. If she recalled, would it be the reason for them to part ways again, as before?

She said, "If I wasn't a demon princess, Zhaoli, I love you." But now, we, are the enemy. ”

In that battle, the flower goddess was driven by her own selfish desires and led him into the Demon Punishment Immortal Array. When he was about to be swallowed by the spell, she stepped on a colorful cloud, dressed in purple, and was too beautiful to say. resolutely exhausted his cultivation and rescued him from the magic circle, but in the end he ended up with a lost soul.

She said, "If you want to die, Zhaoli, I'll do it for you." ”

Violet curtains cover the bed's landscape. In front of the veil, the bronze incense burner was lit with a touch of soothing incense, and the sacred beasts around the incense burner were spitting low green smoke from their mouths.

Inside the veil, Xiu Yan had a high fever but looked peaceful. The man in white frowned, and put one hand on his slender wrist.

The soul is scattered, and only the chestnut flower can save Ah Yan.

For three days and three nights, she was in a coma for three days and three nights. hugged him at night and shouted to call his mother.

One morning three days later, the sun was shining and the birds were singing.

"You're awake." Smile slightly. Touched her messy hair.

"Brother, aren't you afraid of me? You, don't you think my eyes are the color of the same? ”

"No, I think it's beautiful, one of your eyes shines like amber, and the other eye is like a purple chalcedony, which makes people feel peaceful and quiet. By the way, what's your name, your parents? ”

"I, my name is Erniu, because I was born with different pupils, and I am a girl, and my family doesn't want me anymore. Just as a beggar on Fulu Street. ”

"Erniu? This name is not very good, in the future, it will be called good to repair the face, the flower shadow is on the moon, and the beauty is in the way. ”

"Retouching?" The little girl nodded ignorantly and movingly, "Okay, what is your name, brother?" ”

"My name is Zhaoli." Zhaoli gently hugged Xiu Yan and said, "Since your parents don't want you anymore, is it okay for you to follow your brother?" ”

"Really, can I really live in this beautiful place with my brother?"

"Yes, you will be the young lady of the National Teacher's Mansion in the future, and no one will bully you."

"So, will those monsters come to the National Teacher's Mansion? Maybe I'm a youkai. My blood, will, will attract monsters. My blood, dripping from the ground, will grow flowers. Brother, am I a monster? ”

Zhaoli patted his face-trimmed little head.

"What nonsense, how can you be a youkai. There are those monsters outside the enchantment in the National Teacher's Mansion, and they can't get in. Ah Yan, are you hungry, you have so many days of burning, let's eat something first, I asked the small kitchen to make some porridge. ”

Xiu Yan felt that this big brother spoke so nicely, and the name he gave her was also good. So he jumped up from the bed, lifted the veil, ran to the table, and devoured the porridge.

"Drink slowly, don't wear shoes, I'll let the people in the house take you to Miaoyifang to make a few clothes, okay, your previous clothes are torn." Zhao Li said, while putting on the small shoes that she asked her to prepare yesterday.

Xiu Yan blinked his big eyes, this person, so good-looking, so good to himself, what should he repay him?

"Brother Zhaoli, this porridge is so delicious, it seems to have the smell of herbs in it, sweet and silky."

"Ah, as soon as the little kid gets better, he'll be alive." Twisted her little face, and changed back to a serious look.

"But you're going to start learning some spells with me tomorrow. Especially the soul cultivation technique, you have to learn it hard, your soul is too scattered. ”

"Too scattered? Why? Will I be okay if I learn soul cultivation? Brother? ”

"We're going to look for the medicine together. But soul cultivation can temporarily keep Ah Yan fine. So start practicing spells now. ”

Xiu Yan nodded as if he understood whether he understood or not.

Summer is full of hot sun, autumn is full of autumn leaves, winter is full of snowflakes, spring is full of flowers, and then summer is another year.

Life in the National Teacher's Mansion is simple. In addition to the practice of spells prescribed every morning and the private school prescribed in the morning. Other times often indulge in books. And Zhao Li, except for going to the court every day and occasionally going out to do errands, the rest of the time is to stay with Xiu Yan. When Xiu Yan was practicing spells, Zhao Li was playing chess on the side. When Xiu Yan went to private school, Zhao Li picked up the flower garden in the National Teacher's Mansion. When Xiu Yan was reading a book, Zhao Li was refining pills.

Although the days are dull, the huge National Teacher's Mansion is not as dead and silent as before. After finishing the class, Xiu Yan finished reading the book from the library, finished shopping in the street, and stole snacks from the kitchen. From afar, I can always hear Xiu Yan shouting "brother-brother-" at the top of his voice.

Sometimes I am in a hurry to "Zhaoli-Zhaoli-".

Sometimes I get angry, "NND Zhaoli - come out - "

For Zhaoli, the company of Xiu Yan every day made him gradually feel that the time in the mortal world is extremely precious. At first, Xiu Yan was clearly a little defensive in his eyes, but after getting along with each other day by day, Xiu Yan also felt that Zhao Li was really good to her, so he gradually regarded him as a friend and gradually became a relative.

And after a year of careful care, he was a little cautious about his appearance at the beginning, and his personality gradually developed, and he gradually became babbling and jumping. This is originally the character of the face. When he first saw her, he thought she was a big girl. Raising it like this, Zhaoli felt quite a sense of accomplishment.

Xiu Yan was sitting in front of the window bored at this time, peeling lychees, enjoying the rain, and flipping through a book of celestial history. Thinking that he has been in Zhaoli's brother's house for more than a year.

Looking at the servants who were sweeping in the courtyard, I thought that my brother had entered the palace early in the morning, and now he was probably coming back soon.

Xiu Yan felt that in fact, it was very cost-effective for Zhaoli to enter the palace as a national teacher of Wei Liangguo, so he occasionally helped the emperor beg for rain, exorcise ghosts, and brought the emperor's woman to see a doctor.

Today he was dressed in white, with his hair untied, and his jet-black hair was scattered over his shoulders. When I first saw Zhaoli's brother, I only felt that he was a fairy-like figure, and he looked a little cold. But such a face is like a calming medicine, like a boat finding a harbor to dock, like a fallen leaf returning to dust. At a glance, she was at ease, and no matter how much fear she had in her heart, it would disappear.

Zhaoli is still quite convincing and influential as a national teacher, regardless of gender.

Xiu Yan thinks about it carefully, and he can indeed afford the title of the first beautiful man in Wei Liangguo, which is rumored to be in the market.

Today's Brother Zhaoli looked a little hurried, and there was a hint of joy between the corners of his eyes, he mysteriously leaned over and said:

"Ah Yan, your Bi Lihua has eyebrows"