At this moment, between heaven and earth, only this person is left alone, and the sadness is indescribable. Liu Qingmei let go of the hands that hugged the horse's neck, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with the sleeves of her robe that had been covered in smoke and dust.

In this empty world like a yellow spring, in addition to the vast eyes, where can there be tears of strangers. There is still a long way to go. Liu Qingmei untied the reins tied to the old tree, and walked forward with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

She was born in Huainan County of the Later Tang Dynasty, but grew up in the capital of the Later Tang Dynasty. Although the child is displaced, he has never felt such a tragedy that should not exist in the world, but he can't escape it. The scenes of the late Tang Dynasty passed in her mind, and she was also in a high-rise building, and asked in a childish voice, "What kind of scenery is there at the end of the turbulent river?" ”

Every now and then, who has now driven the crane west to Aya, he will touch the pigtail that A-Niang combed for Liu's light eyebrows, twist his beard and say gently, "The big river goes east, the waves are exhausted, and I can't keep it after all." Light eyebrows, when you grow up, go find the answer yourself. ”

Aya was always so flickering, but she was happy to do it, asking over and over again that it was a fruitless question.

War is on the verge of breaking out, feudal towns are divided, and foreign countries are harassed. Internal and external troubles have made the already stormy Datang Society take a sharp turn. The military system, which was originally proud, gradually collapsed, and the conscription system gradually prevailed. Although this is an expedient measure, it has invisibly added many hidden dangers.

Let the Tang Temple, which was originally impregnable, gradually collapse in this wave of high and high impact, once people have power, they will have many ideas. Even if there is no movement at this time, it is difficult to guarantee that one day I will raise my arms and breathe. At that time, whose world is this world?

In Liu Qingmei's memory, in the late Tang Dynasty, a group of local officials were already self-respecting. The messengers of temples thousands of miles away are either disobeyed or scorned. But Liu Qingmei was born in this turbulent era, and now that she tastes it carefully, it seems to have been doomed.

The body began to move forward involuntarily, and the silver-maned white horse obediently followed behind Liu Qingmei, without making the slightest nasal voice of displeasure. Looking at the yellow sand in her eyes, Liu Qingmei suddenly saw that a familiar figure appeared in the distance, holding her behind her back and smiling at her.

Who's that? Is it Aye? It can't be, it can't be.

I suddenly remembered that when people are on the verge of death, they will see the person they want to see the most but have never been able to see...... The figure disappeared in a flash, and suddenly changed into a person with long silver and white hair and a white dress, the person who haunted her in her dreams, and the person who missed her life at a glance.

Liu Qingmei stretched out his hand helplessly forward, and just grabbed it into the void. If you take a step further, you may be able to hold on tightly and never let go. The silver-maned white horse behind him sneezed violently, not knowing whether it was to inhale too much smoke and dust, or to remind him intentionally.

Liu Qingmei's body staggered, and he was drenched in embarrassment. The harazi with the unique fragrance of grass made Liu Qingmei's already confused heart sober up instantly. She stopped, turned around and patted the white horse on the neck, who rubbed her cheek affectionately.

Perhaps, at this moment, only this person and horse depend on each other.

A dazzling white rainbow swept through the sky, and then the sound of the earth-shattering drum hammer rumbled in his ears. Liu Qingmei and the white horse raised their heads at the same time, looking at the sky, waiting for the long-lost rain.

Dark clouds enveloped the sky in the next moment, and it was still sunny, but it was already oppressively black. One drop, two drops, three drops, the rain poured down from the dark sky, fell into the yellow sand, and disappeared in an instant.

Perhaps in the years to come, the land will be revitalized, but the people who once lived on the land and were nurtured by the land will never appear again. Fate is so ruthless, ruthlessly obliterated, and ruthlessly reborn, and so on.

Liu Qingmei and the silver-maned white horse were drenched by the sudden downpour, and one man and one horse suddenly ran in the rain-soaked yellow sand. Liu Qingmei remembered the running on a rainy day that year, and the splashing of water on the bluestone street.

A-Niang would always smile and lean against the door, looking at her without speaking. And Aya will hold up the oil-paper umbrella with a somewhat broken handle, walk slowly to Ah Niang's side, put her arm around Ah Niang's shoulder, smile softly, and her eyes are full of love.

If it weren't for the fact that the "dispute between the South and the North Division" had finally reached the point of non-stop, Aya would not have resigned angrily and went into hiding, and finally ended up miserable. Therefore, Liu Qingmei wants to enter the official career, step by step, and hold great power, so that fate will no longer be at the mercy of others.

But who isn't a puppet?

To be alive is to be tortured. After getting through it, maybe what awaits you is the willows and flowers, but you can't get through, and all that awaits you is the never-ending darkness.

Liu Qingmei ran so recklessly, and the silver-maned white horse also ran with her rhythm. She wants to pursue the person who can't be found or forgotten, maybe she just wants to find stability in this troubled world.

As his footsteps came to an abrupt halt, Liu Qingmei bent down and began to gasp slightly. Even if she is a martial artist, there will be times when she is extremely tired, not to mention this rush, the wave of running just now almost exhausted all her strength.

But she smiled, and she saw a touch of green at the end of the rain curtain. That may be the only remaining tenacity in the yellow sand. There is no endless road, and adversity will eventually usher in a brilliant dawn.

The dark rain curtain that covered the sky gradually dissipated, and the rain carried the yellow sand and dispersed in all directions. Like the wanderer who has returned to his hometown, when he sees a relative he has not seen for many years, he is so impatient.

And the tragic situation under the yellow sand made the hope that had just ignited in Liu Qingmei's heart instantly extinguished. That touch of greenery may be regenerated, and this lost life will never come back after all. What is buried under the yellow sand is not the farmland that stretches across the country, nor the dilapidated huts, but the withered faces filled with yellow sand.

The hastily buried corpse laid under the yellow sand seemed to tell the unwillingness to tear flesh and blood.

Some of the corpses were tied hand and foot, and their eyes could not be closed until they died. Look at the sky in horror, or at the man who buried him. Some of them were directly cut off their hands and feet, and the blood oozing from the severed limbs was stained with tattered clothes and the faces of others.

How helpless should they be at the moment of burial? How sad?

There are also people whose eyes have been plucked out, and what people or things do they see that they cannot see, and that they should be punished with such cruelty? And the people whose tongues had been cut off had their mouths filled with yellow sand, with only a little dark red oozing out.

Liu Qingmei's body trembled a little, and she unconsciously supported the white horse before she barely stood still. She was born in the Heavenly Hell Division, and she has also killed countless people, but such a hell on earth, even a ruthless person like her is difficult to accept.

She kills the people she thinks she should kill, the scum who burns, kills, plunders, and does all kinds of evil. But she never killed innocents indiscriminately, and killed a good person by mistake. Li Cunmiao always said that it is difficult for her to achieve great things with such a heart, but the Heavenly Prison Division has been standing in the temple since then, and it is also a terrifying existence.

Looking at the scene in front of me now, I understand how the black prison under the prison director that day can be better than this place. The killing with the knife in the hand, the inhumane killing, and the knife from the hand regardless of women, children, and children are all telling Liu Qingmei that there is a world of difference between temple disputes and rivers and lakes.

The rivers and lakes are in turmoil, but they are just angry, and hundreds of people fight each other, death and injury are inevitable, and hatred hides their hearts.

The temple is changing, and the clouds are turning over the rain. Holding the power to guide the country, the world is a game for the game, and the son is lightly treated, but with a wave of his hand, the world will bleed and millions will fall.

Why? How angry? How sad? How forgiving?

Liu Qingmei stepped on the rain-soaked yellow sand, and her feet were deeply trapped in the depths of self-extrication. She staggered to her knees, her hands on the ground, and slowly grasped the wet yellow sand into her hands.

There was a little stinging pain in the palm of the hand, and Liu Qingmei seemed to sense something, and began to grab it desperately. As the movements of his hands accelerated, the eyelids, which had been dry, began to ooze tears and drip down.

The stinging "culprit" was a child's finger. This child was only five or six years old, and he was supposed to learn the four books and the five classics, and he was full of curiosity about everything in the world. But it came to an abrupt end, fate has never joked, and you can't hide when you come.

He did not escape the massacre, perhaps the first to die, or the last to be hacked. The outward-turned flesh on the neck seems to tell the unknown scene.

Liu Qingmei didn't dare to close the child's eyes, it was still so pure, and the finger was raised up vigorously, to touch the sky that could never be touched.

A shrill birdsong rang out, and the silvermaned white horse breathed and shook its head involuntarily. A bird, larger than the average sparrow, was clutching the white horse's silver mane and playing with itself.

Liu Qingmei slowly got up, she moved so slowly that the bird that was entertaining herself didn't notice her. Then, the playful and cheerful bird was caught in her hand.

Liu Qingmei took the slender bamboo tube from the back of the gray fluttering bird, and put the bird back on the white horsemane. Only then did he slowly unscrew the bamboo tube and pour it into the palm of his hand.

A somewhat yellowed piece of rough paper with two words written on it, "Do it." There is no superfluous explanation, no superfluous pen and ink to explain the cause and effect, but Liu Qingmei knows that this inevitable confrontation has already begun.

The bamboo tube was tied back to the gray harrier's back, and the stupid bird seemed to be a little displeased, shaking its head from side to side, trying to shake off the restraint that had been taken again. Liu Qingmei's eyes became cold, and he stuffed the yellowed rough piece of paper into his mouth and chewed it with relish.

The throat was already a little dry, and it was indeed a bit reluctant to forcibly swallow this piece of rough paper. But Liu Qingmei still did it, and he was as determined as when he joined the temple and entered the Hou Gate. She can't let anyone know the secret, so she has to do it.

The next moment, the gray harrier that was sassing joy appeared in Liu Qingmei's hand again, but it didn't know what was waiting for it. Liu Qingmei's eyes became cold, and the hand holding the gray harrier was suddenly closed, and the bird's life came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Liu Qingmei has pity on all sentient beings, and also has seven emotions and six desires. But it can't be dragged down at all, so it is decisive to kill, and it has today's status.

A gray harrier, a small bird, how can it be more important than the common people in the world!

After doing all this, she slowly squatted down, looked at the child's corpse that she had just dug out, slowly placed the gray harrier in her hand next to the child's head, and then picked up the yellow sand and buried them.

Maybe that way, you won't be lonely anymore......