Half a month later, the nine-fold gate.

The corners of Tang Qianshu's mouth curled, and she held the letter he delivered tightly in her hand, and the letter paper finally turned into powder and fell from her fingertips.

Li Zhuobao stepped forward and asked, "How?" ”

The cold aura in Tang Qianshu's eyes retracted, and she said lightly: "Half a month later, take the Hydra Neidan to the Ninefold Gate." ”

"Hmm."

Several people rushed back to Jinghua from Xishan, and for some reason, there were suddenly a lot of people along the way to greet them, and even the nearby villagers gave them a lot of gifts.

"You're the girl who killed the nine-headed demon for us!"

"Thank you, girl! This is a specialty of our West Mountain, please be sure to bring some back. ”

"Girl, come and drink before leaving!"

Tang Qianshu was still a little uncomfortable, she didn't do this because of these humans at all, just to complete the exchange conditions of Emperor Yuanxun.

In addition to these villagers, the demon slayers became extremely interested in this group of people, and everyone came to ask where they were from.

I guess it's a nine-fold gate.

However, it has been passed around, and everyone knows that this group of people is not from the Nine Gates at all, but from His Majesty the Thousand Nights Kingdom.

Everyone also knows that it turns out that there are still masters hidden in the Thousand Nights Kingdom, and the power of this demon slayer is comparable to those top demon slayers in the Nine Gates.

Look, the nine-fold gate attendant led the team out to kill the nine-headed demon, but in the end he returned seriously injured. This girl, with only three or four people, was stunned to kill the nine-headed demon in one morning.

Soon, Tang Qianshu became famous, and they became the representative of a new generation of demon slayers.

Tang Qianshu felt that it didn't matter at first, and then felt that this was just right. In this way, she will be more able to enter the so-called famous and decent family with a righteous image.

Emperor Yuanxun, in this way, I'm one level closer to you, right?

Walking out of the West Mountain, several people rode through a place called Hometown Village outside Daxia City, and Wei Yu coveted it: "Eh, Miss Tang, now you are a big hero, how do you feel?" ”

Tang Qianshu held the reins and smiled: "Big heroes naturally want to do a big career. ”

Zhang Yaozu: "What kind of big cause?" Continue to slay demons?! ”

It's not to destroy demons, it's to destroy gods.

"I'm going to say God Destroying, do you want to do it with me?"

Zhang Yaozu was stunned, not that he didn't want to follow, but he felt that this was too big, what kind of god destruction?

Li Zhuobao said: "! Regardless of the gods and demons, we will follow what you have to do. ”

Tang Qianshu smiled at the corner of her mouth, and the horse continued to walk quietly, she was thinking about a lot of things in her heart, thinking about how to kill Emperor Yuanxun step by step or those so-called celestials, those people were more unforgivable than demons in their hearts.

In the morning mist, a few people walked through a grove covered with a thin layer of frost and snow, and the yellow grass and trees on both sides were misty, and not far away was a persimmon forest.

The persimmon leaves have fallen off, but the tree bears red fruits.

A house was lit in the woods, the door was open, and smoke was curling from the kitchen.

Apparently the family had woken up extra early, and there was already a pleasant singing.

Hey, hey-tears are wet and full of fat, four stacks of Yangguan, singing thousands of times......

is a girl's crisp and immature children's voice.

The little girl was only about five or six years old, and she looked delicate and cute, and after singing, she turned back to the woman who was picking fruits under the tree with a basket on her back:

"Mother, is Nian'er singing right?"

The mother, wearing a turban on her head, picked a fruit from a tree and gave it to her little daughter and said, "Nian'er sings very well, but Qianqian has to pause for a while." ”

The little girl took the fruit and said with a smile, "Mother should sing it again for Nian'er." ”

The woman thought for a while, smiled after a long time, and sang:

"Sidieyangguan, sung thousands of times, the humane mountain is long and broken, Xiao Xiao heard the lonely hall in the light rain. Don't hurt and leave the mess, forget to leave, the wine cup is deep and shallow, so that the music book can be relied on by the geese, Donglai is not as far as Penglai......"

The woman's voice was like a lark in the morning, with a faint sadness, like a melodious turn.

Tang Qianshu thought it sounded good, but some people listened to it with red eyes. But this time it's not Yan Lei, it's Li Zhuobao.

Li Zhuobao's horse looked at the courtyard not far away, looking at the singing woman through the morning mist, there was sadness in her eyes like a lonely spring, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved, but her eyes were wet again.

Tang Qianshu immediately understood that the woman might be someone Li Zhuobao knew.

Yan Lei and Zhang Yaozu looked at Li Zhuobao, their eyes were slightly red, and they didn't speak, the three of them slowly approached the orchard, and looked at the courtyard together, but they never stepped forward to say hello.

The heavy morning dew hit their shoulders, and they listened and watched without speaking.

Wei Jun explained next to Tang Qianshu: "That mother is the girl that Li Zhuobao liked before, his junior sister, called Song Xin'er. The two have already talked about marriage, but later ......"

Li Zhuobao died on the battlefield.

It seems that Song Xin'er married here later, and now she is the mother of a five- or six-year-old daughter.

Song Xin'er was born with a good voice, and she used to sing songs often in Jiuzhongmen, and this is Li Zhuobao's favorite song.

"Why didn't you get married?"

Wei Wei didn't know how to answer, so he could only smile and say, "Later...... The war was separated, and the junior sister may have received the news of his death in battle, and finally ...... Such. ”

The vicissitudes of time, things are not people.

Perhaps, at this time, when Song Xin'er sings this song again, she will still think of the senior brother with a flamboyant personality back then, and the time before the flower and the moon.

They were all young, crazy, deeply loved, and then lost. Then I moved on to another stage of my life.

There is a poem that says that the most important thing is that the world can't stay, and the face is a flowery tree.

It's just that the years not only engrave growth on people's faces, but also carve annual rings on the heart.

Tang Qianshu wanted to ask, didn't Li Zhuobao come back to find her later?

But didn't ask.

Some feelings are always lost to waiting.

She also once waited for someone very seriously, and finally accumulated love and hatred, and ended up at the cost of blood and life.

Song Xin'er's song ended, Tang Qianshu looked at Li Zhuobao for a while, and then rode his horse to the courtyard. Li Zhuobao couldn't pull it even if he wanted to, so he could only stand outside and watch.

Tang Qianshu shouted: "Madam, can you make it convenient?" ”

Song Xin'er looked at it, twenty-six or seventeen years old, and she was in her prime, but she was less immature than a girl and a little more calm.

Looking up, there were still a few horses and a few people in the forest, and Song Xin'er asked, "How many are demon exterminators, right?" Tell me anything. ”

The nine-headed demon has been making trouble for a long time, and it has been eradicated recently, and the news has quickly spread everywhere.

"Yes, Demon Slayer, after a night's journey, I ran out of dry food, can I pick some fruit from your family?"

Song Xin'er smiled slightly: "Several masters are working hard, please wait a moment." Nian'er, come into the house and say to your father......"

"Yes."

Nian'er jumped into the house, and Song Xin'er turned her head to continue picking fruits. After a while, the fruit was packed into a bag, and she walked towards the fence.

Calm and dignified.

Li Zhuobao and his horse unconsciously retreated and moved. He didn't blame her for being a wife and mother now, but he felt heartfelt joy watching her continue her life.

Song Xin'er saw the sound of the horse's hooves moving slightly, raised her eyes and looked over, she couldn't see clearly through the fog, but she was still slightly stunned.

The boy ...... It's a lot like a senior brother.

But the boy is only in his early twenties, and he looks very young......

Then her eyes smiled slightly, many times, when she saw someone riding a war horse and wearing armor, she thought it was her senior brother many years ago, but that person had been away from her for a long, long time.

will only dream back at midnight, occasionally in and out of her dreams, in and out of the memories of her youth, and flirt with the deep love of the past.

But in the end, it was just an unattainable dream that she left behind.

Song Xin'er smiled with relief and said, "The fruit is sweet, take it and eat it on the road." ”

Tang Qianshu took it.

At this time, the little girl jumped out again, followed by an ordinary-looking man: "Nian'er don't run, be careful if you fall, don't run." ”

As he spoke, he strode towards the fence, with a bag of food in his hand, and looked at Song Xin'er with a smile in his eyes before looking at Tang Qianshu.

"There is nothing at home, this is the steamed flower rolls of my wife, and the dried bacon at home, you can take it to eat."

"Take it with you!" Nian'er grabbed the corner of her father's flying clothes and said with a smile.

Song Xin'er reached out and touched Nian'er's head and smiled.

"Thank you!" Tang Qianshu took it, looked at the family of three and then looked at Song Xin'er, "There is still a reluctant invitation below, listen to Mrs. has a good voice, we just said goodbye to some senior brothers, can you give us another song?" ”

Song Xin'er frowned slightly, and bowed her head slightly: "Please mourn, you go slowly, Xiaoqu Gong will send you out of the mountains and forests." ”

"Thank you!"

Tang Qianshu turned around and joined Li Zhuobao. Looking at the family of three away from the fence yard again, he threw the things in his hand to Li Zhuobao and rode away.

The heavy fruit and the hot flower roll pressed in his arms, Li Zhuobao felt that his heart was about to break and melt.

He remembered that year, a group of young people plucked out the flowers in the flowerbed of the Vermilion Bird Hall of the Nine Gates, distributed them to the junior brothers and sisters on the road, and sent them to Song Xin'er, in order to see the flowers on their faces and smile.

At that time, the dexterous girl had a surprised look on her face, how moving.

Thinking that she was embraced by her brothers and sisters, she sent a large bouquet of flowers to Song Xin'er's hands, and her cheeks blushed.

Before he could confess, he and all the brothers and sisters of Xuanchitang were punished for picking up dung and watering pear blossoms for picking flowers.

That night, Song Xin'er waited for him on the side of the road, and said, "Senior Brother Li, pick flowers for me next year."

Year after year......

Today, now, now......

Reluctant?

Reluctant.

Can you put it down?

Gotta put it down.

Li Zhuobao tightened the horse's rope, turned the horse's head, and rode away.

Behind him, Song Xin'er's faint singing voice came, piercing through the morning mist, frost, his memory, and his heart......

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

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