At the foot of Qingqiu, he didn't dare to look back, and he walked for about half an hour, but he was finally impatient, leaning on the lone tree, coughing and wheezing several times; Turning around and peeking at it, seeing that there was a shadow behind it, thinking that it was because of the lack of mercy and did not follow it, Qingqiu's side closed his eyes, staggered his arms, wrapped the horns in front of him, and sighed softly: "Good and evil, right and wrong, I don't want to delve into it; However, the city lord and the palace lord are all high and high, and they regard me as grass. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

After a pause, Qingqiu opened his eyelids, and slowly took the horn from his bosom, not wanting to hook up a thing on it, and carefully distinguished, it was a brocade hand, moon white color, embroidered on the distant hills and ravines, flowing water and thin bridges. Qingqiu slapped a palm, stroked with a palm, looked at it for a long time, and tears came out: "Yiqiu...... One bridge, one hill...... One Bridge! The voice did not fall, the heart mourned, and the miserable atmosphere was pointed out from the five.

"It's a great fortune to know that one person is on the side; Now the nine springs are separated, the two are abolished, the end of the world is broken, it is difficult to look at the broad, I ......" The voice has not fallen, and the five have collapsed.

"I am not ignorant of the truth of my words, nor am I just self-fulfillment or admiration of his face, which makes me look like nothing; I understand Xuanying's meaning - if you sacrifice your life, I will do everything possible to prolong my life; In this way, Fang does not contradict Xuanying's hopes! Qingqiu laughed and muttered to himself, for a long time, he brought the Jinpa close to his eyes, and wanted to wipe his tears, but the liver juice was steamed early, rubbed for a moment, and he didn't know where to go.

"Xuanying," Qingqiu pushed the horns closer to his chest, "Although it is difficult to stand side by side, but the grace of heaven is not thin, I still have something to trust, and I can mourn as much as I can." ”

"If I am reborn, I will be allowed to be an ox and a horse in the next life, and I will be a heel for you." Qingqiu smiled lightly, soft-hearted and sour-nosed, and stumbled forward.

The night walks day by day, and the evening goes to the morning. Qingqiu put his feet step by step, as if he had walked through a hundred years of heat. When the morning light is faint, the morning breeze is a little, Qingqiu overlooks, and sees two miles away, and there is a town. Qingqiu looked around, saw that there was no one around the forest, this side removed the veil, went to the cold stream, rinsed his teeth and face, and after half a pillar of incense, he took care of his appearance; Holding the Jinpa for a moment, Qingqiu closed his eyes and muttered, suddenly smiled, and put the Jinpa close to the distant mountain, and with a little effort, he got a light eyebrow mark. Qingqiu Wan'er, but the corners of his lips were raised at the beginning, but he pointed quickly, helplessly drooped, and his brain and chest were uncertain. After another half a moment, Qingqiu Fang came back to his senses, slowly gathered the horns and brocade into the line, and this party got up and went straight to the city.

Stay under the city, see the words on your back, and the red pen is grassy: "Lonely Town".

Qingqiu smiled bitterly, and said secretly in his heart: This one is the right person. Before he could finish speaking, he tightened his arms and tightened the tulle, and he lifted his feet straight in.

There are not many large courtyards in the city, and most of them are tiled houses; The street furnishings, although not extravagant, are also sumptuous. Qingqiu saw that it was still early, and the streets came and went, but eight or nine, but it was a pulp seller, and he was arranged on the side of the street early.

Qingqiu saw a tea shop, and felt that his lips were a little dry, so he stepped forward, took out two or three square coins from his arms, threw them lightly, and bought a pot of broken tea.

When the shopkeeper saw the person dressed up, he said lightly: "The guest officer wants to travel day and night, and his face is full of dust." I happened to rest my legs at this stall. After that, he pointed to a place on the edge of Qingqiu, stepped forward, placed the porcelain pot and colored bowl properly, and returned to his own hands, burying his head in collecting one of his dry camp biological parts.

Qingqiu read that his face had been lost, for fear of being investigated, two fingers tightly twisted the corner of the tulle, one palm held the tea, from the bottom up, along the inside of the veil, slowly handed to his lips.

After drinking a bowl, Qingqiu took a long breath, consciously and smoothly, but he didn't care about the residual tea residue in his mouth, lightly pressed the horns wrapped in the row, and muttered to himself: "If you stop here, buy a house, and save money according to me, you can still have food and clothing." Xuanying, this town is named after Xuanying, and you want to come to have a relationship with you, so you are willing to live here for a long time? As soon as the words fell, Qingqiu Wan'er continued: "I must find an elegant residence, with trees and flowers, lush and fragrant." When the time comes, you can enjoy it with Xuanying's arm - welcome the spring to see the willows, and watch the plums, isn't it pleasant? ”

Thinking of this, Qingqiu Xie Yi is especially great, raising his eyebrows to see the red wheel dazzling, hanging the flag in the wind; However, in just a moment, Yang Wu appeared, and in a trance he secretly changed Qingxu to a fire whip, blinking his eyebrows, Qingqiu was currently dark, and his heart was tight, especially hot, and the tea soup was incomprehensible; There are hundreds of places on the body, steep like ant devouring, both sour and numb, itchy and unbearable. Qingqiu was forbearant at the beginning, holding the table with one palm, curling his five fingers, but only half a moment, he was really impatient, and between gasps, the jade armor scratched the back of his palm and neck; After half a pillar of incense, I felt that the shirt was itchy, and it could not be dissolved, and I rolled up my sleeves and looked closely, and I was surprised to see that the arms were covered with burning wounds, of different depths, different sizes, pus, blood and flesh everywhere; Even so, Qingqiu still has to cling to it, scratching it endlessly.

Outside the tea stalls, there are more and more pedestrians. Coming and going, seeing the situation of Qingqiu, they were all dumbfounded, covering their noses and walking quickly.

When the shopkeeper heard the sound, he hurried out, and was surprised to see Qingqiu's clothes half-faded, and his elbows and chests were open, except for the thin veil on his face, and the exposed places were unsightly.

"This ...... This ...... shopkeeper was at a loss, and after a while, he finally held a rod, pointed directly at Qingqiu, and shouted: "Go quickly!" Hurry up! “

Qingqiu was miserable, scratching non-stop, curling up the lines, and stumbling on his soft feet.

However, after only three or five steps, the soles of my feet slipped and I felt even more tired, so I had to kneel on the ground and bury my head in my chest.

At the same time, in the courtyard of the Orange Palace.

Make no mercy and straighten up, standing quietly among the flowers. Close your eyes and look up, shake your ears, and carefully distinguish the leaves falling and blooming, and there are many people who are mixed in it, and there are many whistling and whispering, spitting and sighing.

Lang Wuxian slowly opened his eyelids, blinked his eyebrows a few times, and said softly: "The hour has come." After that, he pursed his lips.

Qingqiu bit his lower lip fiercely, smelling the noise around him, thinking that it was the accumulation of townspeople, pointing out the noise. Qingqiu sighed, got up with strength, wrapped the line tightly, and was about to escape, but there was a burning smell under his nose, and he didn't have time to react, his eyes suddenly darkened, and after the pain on his face was extreme, he was already unconscious, and he heard the townspeople raise their voices in surprise: "This person! This man has a fire on his face! ”

"Its capacity...... Its capacity ...... This is a demon! It must be a demon! ”

Qingqiu heard the sound, known that the tulle was burned by the open fire, and now the ugly face is checked by everyone, it is really difficult to deal with himself, this is the two palms together, want to cover each other, which is a little closer, the palm is also burned by the open fire, the pain is very much, and the heart is still not as good!

"Get ...... Not...... Pity! Qingqiu knelt on his back and roared in a dumb voice, "Qingqiu curses with his soul - you are worry-free, long live the autumn, life is in a different room, and death is difficult to share!" Cannibalism, life and death! Before the words fell, Qingqiu felt that his left arm was burned, although the pain was huge, it was difficult to take care of himself, but he used his right palm, cut off his index finger, and got new blood gurgling, although his eyes were blind, he was still in a hurry, and he kept a book with blood.

"Country people, foolish and fearful!" Qingqiu secretly said in his heart: "I ...... I am unwilling! My Heart...... Unwilling! ”

After half a column of incense.

The lonely townspeople gathered in groups, forming a circle of their own, and did not dare to approach.

"This ...... This monster, but gone? ”

"It's been like this, how can it be renewed?"

"Ugly and filthy must not be good! Such a way to die may be punished by heaven. ”

"But I don't know what is in that bag?"

......

The people of the town ridiculed the crowd, and some of them were worried about Qingqiu's wrapping things, but they were all mourning, and none of them dared to come forward to explore.

When there was little friction, Fang had to be alone, disperse the surrounding, and stand inside, and then everyone was anxious: "Qiao Sheng, don't come close!" ”

This man, coarse cloth robe, with a self-contained look on his face, was hiding his majesty, his body did not turn, and he shook his hand backwards and said slowly: "I don't know the cause and effect, how can I tarnish his reputation like this?" ”

The townspeople didn't see it, and the group refuted: "You Qiao Sheng, if you want to kill yourself, why do we need to stop you!" ”

Qiao Sheng snorted coldly, paced forward, lowered his eyebrows and sighed, seeing that his feet were unharmed, but on one side, his bones were scorched and smoky, and pus and blood were scattered.

"He may be a deviant, and he shall ascend to heaven; Is it good that thou shalt judge a man by his appearance? Qiao Sheng said, stepped forward, picked up the line of wraps, took two steps back, slowly opened his hand, and saw that there were only two or three clothes, a Jinpa, a horn, and nothing else.

When the townspeople saw this, they couldn't help but sneer.

"If you want to think about this horn, maybe you can exchange it for some money."

"Don't be confused! But what is the use of ordinary horns? If this demon is like this, can you dare to sell it into the medicine hall? If the townspeople eat well, can you bear it? “

After many discussions, there were already three or two people in the town who were impatient, so they hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the robe and left. The rest of the people saw that it was unprofitable, so they just spat at the bones of Qingqiu, put their feet and go.

Seeing this, Qiao Sheng also disdained it in his heart, took away the horn brocade, and then approached, regardless of the dirt, picked up the bones of Qingqiu one by one, and wrapped them in a row. Qiao Sheng leaned over and recited softly: "A pinch of soil, the same acupoint returns." The bridge has no name, and the hill has no surname; Although life is a turbid world, death is wingless and flying. ”

When Qiao Sheng saw the words, his heart was agitated, and he hurriedly wrapped the line carefully, and muttered to himself: Since I have my hand, I should fulfill his long-cherished wish and send it back to the thick soil. After thinking for a while, he didn't hesitate much, got up, put his feet and went out of the city.

At the moment of the rapid journey, Qiao Sheng took the line of wraps and went to the suburbs. At this time, it was almost hourly and the breeze on the field caused the mourning grass to rustle. Qiao Sheng chose a tree, and said lightly: "I see that there is a lot of shade here, so I will erect a monument and build a tomb here for Your Excellency. When the words fell, Qiao Sheng slowly wrapped the line in one place, then rolled up his sleeves and dug the broken wood.

Two hours later.

Qiao Sheng was gray and sweaty; Get up and condense your eyebrows, see a tomb in front of you, the new soil is turned up, the length and width are about one zhang, a wooden card, long and narrow, more than three feet high, the book is only eight characters: the nameless bridge, the hill to be named. The small characters on the side are not very clear, and they are carefully distinguished, but they are: Qiao Sheng stands in Lonely Town.

Qiao Sheng straightened up, stood in front of the stele, knelt down twelve times, waited for the end, and said respectfully: "Although I don't know your name and surname, but since we meet here, it is karma." Qiao is not talented, only knows black and white love and dislike, and forgets if he does not shy away; Before and after death, everything is over. Regardless of the past, your Excellency should not worry more about the lonely townspeople, and do not hold grudges. After a pause, Qiao Chang sighed and got up, shook it again, and said softly: "Qiao Sheng, thank you!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he put his feet down and walked slowly.

Under the tree behind him, there is an occasional fragrance; Seeing the double flying butterflies, reciprocating from each other, and then standing on the monument, thick wings against the wind.

After January, one night, Qiao Sheng had a guest at the Chai Gate, and the sound of buckling was endless. Qiao Sheng put his clothes together and hurried out the door, but there was no shadow, only an autumn color wrapped at his feet. Qiao Sheng was surprised, closed the door and entered the room, and when the line was wrapped, he saw that the gold and silver ingots, pearls and jade in it were difficult to estimate. Qiao Sheng's heart is empty, holding the autumn color for a long time, seeing the corner of it, embroidering two small characters, one is "bridge", the other is "mound".

The next day, Qiao Sheng heard the whispers of his neighbors, saying that he saw a fox at night. He stood at the nameless tomb outside the town and bowed again and again; It took a lot of money to repair the tombstone.

However, that's all for later. (To be continued.) )