In the thirteenth year of Hongjing, in the imperial city of Kyoto, midnight has passed, the sky is filled with black gas, but the northwest side is full of fire, the fire is soaring to the sky, and the burning fire smoke envelops the entire northwest. To the northwest of Kyoto is Yongning Street, where the current Prime Minister Su Centennial Mansion is located. The fire is still intensifying, and the entire Prime Minister's Mansion must be inescapable.

"Meow", a black cat came out from under a corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the black cat's eyes were imprinted with firelight, which looked very strange in this mansion full of neighing sounds. Suddenly, a hand covered in black mud and a trace of blood poked out of the hole in the wall, and then another hand came out with the man. It was a little girl, seven or eight years old, with a bloodstained face and black coal, and the hair on her head was scattered, and she couldn't distinguish her face. The little girl was frightened, she couldn't help shaking, she got up from the ground, ran forward like crazy, did not look back, did not stop at all, the night around her was terrifying, through the coolness, the little girl's rough panting overshadowed the silence of the night.

"Childe, there is another person" There was a carriage on the other side of the street that was walking very slowly, and the groom in front of him turned his head and seemed to say something to the carriage.

"Hmm", the voice in the carriage came out, the sound was as clear as water, but it seemed to be ten thousand years of ice that could not be dissolved, and then a slender white hand closed the curtain of the carriage, and the people in the car poked their heads out.

Listening to this voice, the person must not be far behind, but the person was wearing a white veil, the white gauze was longer than his knees, and he was dressed in white, and the figure under the white veil looked hazy under the flickering moon, "No need, it will be useful to stay." ”

The little girl in front stopped, she could already hear the sound of the carriage behind her, she couldn't run anymore, it was a street corner in front of her, and she couldn't run. The little girl turned around and seemed to be stunned for a moment, then shook her head violently and waved her hand, "Don't kill me, don't kill me." ”

The man in white approached step by step, and the little girl retreated step by step, until she reached the wall, and the little girl squatted down, shrinking tightly, and still chanting: "Don't kill me, don't kill me." ”

"Heh", the man in white seemed to smile, but he couldn't see the corners of his mouth clearly through the white veil, and he immediately squatted down: "I won't kill you," his voice was like a sweet in purgatory, and the man stretched out his hand to the girl, wanting to wipe the dirt on her face, but the girl shrank back.

"Are you a god?" The girl asked weakly.

"Would you like to come with me, then?" The man asked rhetorically. The girl looked at him as if she was stupid, and the ghost reached out to him.

It was a spring day, but the room was so cold that it was refreshing, I don't know where the wind blew, with the fragrance of pear blossoms, and a few ethereal petals, fluttered open the wooden window and poured into the room, the people in the room seemed to be blown cold by the wind just now, shrunk into the bed, and then suddenly opened their eyes, stared out of the window in a daze, and suddenly frowned, as if remembering something, turned over and jumped out of bed, not even wearing shoes, she pushed open the wooden door, the oncoming wind blew her hair, the scenery outside the room was something she had never seen, the pear trees in the courtyard, the pear blossoms flying down in the courtyard.

"You're awake," the voice came from the pavilion in the courtyard, which was covered with white veils, and even though the wind blew up most of the curtains, she still couldn't see the man clearly, it was white, it was white everywhere, and it was as if she had fallen into a fairyland.

She didn't know what to do, and asked, "Is this a fairyland?" ”

There was a sound of piano in the "rubbing" pavilion: "This is not a fairyland, and I am not an immortal." ”

"Who are you?" She asked nervously again.

"This April is fragrant, the pear blossom is just right, if you are in this scene, it is better for you to call the pear pear," the man's nice voice drunk her.

"Did you save me?" She asked again. The man never seemed to be at the mouth of a bull, and never answered what he said. "You are like them, call me Childe."

Lili shook it, and when she fixed her eyes, there was no longer the figure of the person in the pavilion: "Childe, childe," Lili hurriedly chased after her, and he hadn't told her where this was and what she should do.

Watching the pear blossoms blow down and be blown by the wind, Lili has been sitting on the doorstep for a long time, no one responded to her, she had to sit alone, this cool and bleak scene reminded her of her father and mother who loved her the most, and her favorite Xiaozhu, all of which were gone, and she could never go back to the past.

The night was very cold, she was also very hungry, and she couldn't help but wonder if she would freeze to death or starve to death here, and it was difficult to sleep, but she finally fell asleep.

The next day, the sun seemed to be fine, the sunlight came in through the crack in the window, and it didn't wake her up, she was woken up by a scream: "Get up," Riri was trapped in that nightmare, she dreamed of her dead father and mother, and Xiaozhu, this sound, really scared her enough.

When she opened her eyes, she saw this person the size of her in front of her, dressed in a blue and white dress, with two balls on her head, wrapped around a long white belt, and Lili looked at her: "Who are you?" ”

"Hehe, my name is Hele, and Childe sent me to take care of you," she didn't forget to giggle a few times as she spoke: "Since Childe said it, I have to serve you well." Lili was infected by his laughter, after all, they are still young, and everything comes and goes quickly.

"Xiaohe" Lili, who had been hungry all day yesterday, called out with satisfaction after a storm: "Come here." Xiaohe didn't seem to hear what she said, and continued to clean up the table, "Xiaohe, tell me where this is?" Who was that boy yesterday? Xiaohe was not happy to tilt his head to stare at it, and his face was as secretive as a depth.

Pear pear couldn't help but be melancholy, walked out of the house, to the courtyard, the pear blossoms in the courtyard were still flying, flying everywhere, pear pear reached out to take a petal, found that the petals were incomplete, looked up, there seemed to be something dancing in the depths of the pear orchard, she walked up curiously, the picture was forever engraved in her mind, the man in white danced a beautiful sword flower, flipped in the air, the tip of the sword touched the pear petals the moment, and suddenly put away, with ease. Li Li had never seen a sword dance so beautiful, and when the man saw her coming, he immediately put away the sword and stepped forward to bow at her: "Miss Li, I was sent by my son to teach you this swordsmanship." As he spoke, he handed the sword in his hand directly to her, Lili was stunned for a moment, learning the sword, she hesitantly took the sword, and before Lili could react, the man had already spoken like a river.

What elasticity, tenacity, or forward and backward, vertical and horizontal, Li Li heard the clouds, what to take or something: "Eh, hey, this," Li Li whispered.

"Do you understand?" The man turned to face him.

Riri was confused, she could understand something: "Uh, me." Before she could finish speaking, the man took out a book from his wide white sleeves: "This is Qingping's sword book, which is full of simple sword styles, you can practice it well." "Books are shoehorned in, and so are swords. There is always something wrong with Lili Li, the days are idle and boring, and it is okay for her to flip through it.

That day, the sword dancer always urged her to practice swords every day, and after Lili called him countless times to feed, the man finally said his name, his name was Mo Yin, and it seems that the boy also took it.

The days went on and on, the pear blossoms were still falling, although she didn't know why she had to learn the sword, and the sword learning couldn't dance as amazing as Mo Yin, but it also improved slightly.