(55) The night of the middle yuan

Groggy and I don't know when it dawns, Santa Martha looked at the innocent and lovely smile of Yang Shuixin who woke up, she was originally discouraged, but now she has made up her mind, she must live!

The crow didn't notice the strangeness of St. Martha, and she carried Yang Shuixin and St. Martha to the back garden of the dormitory.

In the back garden, a woman in green stood under a triangular plum blossom, with her back to Santa Martha.

When Santa Martha and the others approached, she suddenly turned around.

Her face was so pale that there was not a trace of blood, and if she wasn't fully dressed, it would be terrifying at first glance.

I saw her eyes staring at St. Martha fiercely, and sneered: "No wonder the prince doesn't know where to go these days, he was fascinated by the fox spirit!" ”

"What do you say?" The crow glared at her angrily, "My wife has a husband!" ”

"Hehe, where does he care about this, as long as he is a vixen, he will be fascinated!" She said viciously, and suddenly pounced on Yang Shuixin.

Santa Martha hurriedly ducked back, and the woman threw herself into the air, turned and threw herself at Santa Martha again.

Just then, a voice shouted, "Stop! Yang Yizheng drank her.

"Lord Wang, you made Qiu Feng wait so hard!" She suddenly changed her hideous appearance, an extremely miserable countenance, and her tone was very gentle.

"You're not staying in your dormitory, what are you doing here?" Yang Yizheng said.

"Lord Wang, you are so ruthless, you don't come to me if you have a vixen, you are always like this!" The woman pleaded, "I just want to see you, I just want to see you." ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve.

Yang Yizheng flicked his sleeves and said coldly: "Leng Qiufeng, you better go back to the dormitory." Come! ”

The two maids next to him came to him, "Lord Wang! ”

"Quickly help Mrs. go back to the dormitory, without my instructions, you are not allowed to leave the dormitory for half a step!"

"Yes, Lord Wang!" The two maids grabbed Leng Qiufeng and walked out.

"I'm not leaving, Lord Wang, you're so ruthless, if I don't leave, I won't leave!" Leng Qiufeng said, but his footsteps followed the two maids involuntarily outward.

"I'm scared of you, Martha, she's a crazy woman, you don't pay attention to her." Liu Yizheng said.

Seeing that St. Martha still did not answer, he glanced at the crow, and the crow said with interest: "Lord, the slave maid will go to the palace to get something." ”

After the crow left, Liu Yizheng shouted: "Someone!" ”

A group of maids came in with jeweled clothes in hand, and a dazzling jeweled hat was placed on one of the plates.

Liu Yizheng wanted to step forward, but stopped and said: "The evening is the mid-year festival on the fifteenth day of July, and Master Huiming is going to come to sacrifice the soul. You get ready. He paused and said, "Everyone in the palace is going to participate." ”

Seeing that St. Martha still ignored him, he had no choice but to walk to the gate of the garden, walked a few steps and then turned back and said, "The Soul Sacrifice Gift can help people with visions to obtain super strength, this is what Master Huiming told me. ”

With that, he left.

St. Martha looked at his back, wanting to hate him but couldn't.

She looked down at Yang Shuixin, and Yang Shuixin smiled at her again.

All the sorrow in her chest dissipated at once.

Can the visionary gain super power?

Then you have to hold her anyway.

Thinking of this, she instructed the maids with jewelry and clothes to go back to the dormitory.

In the dormitory, the crow was speechless when she saw how many gold and silver jewels and fine clothes and silk the maids had brought with them.

After St. Martha motioned for the maids to go out, she asked, "Sister, why are there so many things?" ”

"Do you want it? Pick and choose. Santa Martha said, only caring about taking care of Yang Shuixin.

"Sister, sister, don't, my father told me, don't be greedy for things in your place." The crow's dark eyes looked at St. Martha.

Seeing that Santa Martha frowned, she said again: "If my sister has any difficulties, you might as well tell your sister, maybe my sister can share her worries for my sister." ”

"Crow, please entrust this child to you for the soul sacrifice at night, in case something happens to me, you take the child to Cowbell Mountain."

"Sister, you'll be fine." The crow's eyes were red, "We'll all be alive and well." ”

In the mansion of Liu Yizheng in Yangzhou, the lights are brilliant at night.

The real prince Liu Yizhen, he has countless mansions, and many of them are where Liu Yizheng lives.

Liu Yizhen once served as the assassin of Yangzhou, and the mansion of the assassin is now where Liu Yizheng lives.

The scope of the mansion is very large, and how many princesses Liu Yizheng has, Santa Martha is not clear.

There are a lot of sleeping palaces, and there are a lot of back gardens.

The Soul Sacrifice Ceremony is a halal hall located in the mansion.

The Halal Hall is the place where Liu Yizheng often faces the Buddha and purifies himself.

That night Santa Martha entered the back garden of the Halal Temple.

At night, the moon is shining. In the open space in front of the temple there was already a pillar standing tall.

At the top of the pillar stood a monk. St. Martha's eyes were fixed, it was Monk Huiming.

I saw him holding a wooden bowl in his right hand, turning the Buddhist beads in one hand, his eyes closed, and his mouth kept reciting Buddhist scriptures.

Santa Martha was suddenly a little afraid of this monk, she watched the crow hugging Yang Shuixin, and the crow looked at Santa Martha calmly.

Santa Martha calmed down a little.

There are five wooden pillars, with Huiming in the middle, surrounded by four little monks, who also hold a wooden bowl in their left hand, but each holding a long willow branch in their right hand.

Santa Martha followed behind Liu Yizheng, she wore a crown of princesses, shining in the moonlight, reflecting her beautiful face, looking particularly charming.

She was followed by a row of women, all with beautiful faces and graceful figures.

There was silence all around, and only the sound of five monks chanting scriptures could be heard.

The moonlight began to dim, and as the voices grew darker, they finally suddenly fell into darkness.

The wind suddenly blew up, and Santa Martha hurriedly turned around to hug Yang Shuixin on the crow's chest, and Yang Shuixin was blown up by the wind in the dark.

When it was too late, a golden light flashed, and five willow branches were wrapped around Yang Shuixin, and Yang Shuixin was tied strongly.

The moon peeked through the dark clouds, and only a green shadow could be seen flying quickly towards the back garden.

The back garden is the pool! Santa Martha was in a hurry, she just wanted to go to the back garden desperately, Liu Yizheng grabbed her and whispered: "You are the princess now, you can't run around." ”

The crow said, "Madam, slave and maid!" ”

After she finished speaking, she pulled her legs and ran to the back garden.

When the crow got there, she saw the child's clothes floating on the edge of the pool, and she hurriedly broke the branch next to her and scooped up the clothes.

What to do? I'm afraid that the child is more than lucky.

Dejected, she returned to Santa Martha, who fainted when she saw the child's clothes.

At this time, Yang Shuixin was in the back garden.

The golden light flashed in her right hand, her body swelled rapidly, and the willow branches tied to her body were broken together, and under the golden light, the willow branches turned into clothes and instantly draped over her.

She turned into a beautiful young girl in seconds.

Yang Shuixin hid by the willow tree by the pool, and after seeing the crow leaving sadly, he quietly left the palace by himself.

Where to go?

In the vast sea of people, where to find my lover?

Yang Shui thought of King Huang Xuan and thought that the magpie had gone up to Cowbell Mountain.

Let's continue to go south, go up to Niuling Mountain, Murong Yun must be there!

Thinking of this, Yang Shuixin quickened his pace.

Yang Shuixin's light skills are better than those of Santa Martha, when she was in Santa Martha's arms, she was able to absorb her light skills through the plum blossom mole in her right hand, and even the secret skill of listening to the sound in the air, through the performance of Santa Martha, Yang Shuixin also knew it well.

Late at night, Yang Shuixin walked halfway, and she thought about waiting for dawn to move in the direction of Niuling Mountain.

How can I see Murong Yun again?

Yang Shuixin's heart suddenly fluctuated, and his thoughts were full of thoughts.

Will he remember himself?

How can we say goodbye to the past life and this life?

Goodbye, how do you say it?

Why is God playing with us like this?

Is he okay?

Is there reincarnation?

Oh, this damn reincarnation!

She cursed secretly in her heart.

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thundered, and in the small temple that Yang Shuixin was passing by, a burst of red light flashed and slashed towards Yang Shuixin's head.

Yang Shuixin's right hand was raised, and the red light collided in pairs, making a huge sound, which shocked her to death.

When she wakes up, she finds herself in the modern day, her soul residing in a body called Hongxia.

Where's my cowherd?

Is it impossible to find it again?

She thought desperately.

However, her body kept reminding her that she was now called Tong Hongxia. It's a little peasant girl who grew up by the sea.

There is a beautiful ancient civilization called China in a distant country, and there is a beautiful mountain village called Hongzhou in the remote place of this beautiful China, the village is surrounded by the sea on all sides, the people are simple, and the villagers work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

One ordinary morning, an ordinary little girl was born. I heard that my father was so happy that he was so happy that he used the engine oil as soy sauce to cook fish to comfort his wife.

The girl was not good-looking, her whole body was dark, like the skin of the couple. "What does it matter? We are seaside people, black is healthy skin! ”

Dad kissed the girl fiercely, the girl cried, and the mother said worriedly: "This girl is always crying, I don't know if it will be a good life in the future!" The words were filled with a hint of impatience.

Dad smiled, "Don't be so feudal, besides, today is the birthday of the Buddha, maybe our daughter is the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva!" Anyway, the only daughter, I like it. If only the boy would give it to my neighbor!"

The girl was still crying, and a six-year-old boy next to her ran over and took the opportunity to twist the girl's cheek and ran away quickly.

Dad said helplessly: "This bad brother! The mother hugged the crying child and comforted: "Don't cry, don't cry, I'm fainted from your crying." ”

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the girl has reached the age of six or seven, at this time she knows that her name is "Howl", and most of the people in the village are called "Jia Zai", the local dialect is almost the same, anyway, in that village, everyone knows that the girl is extra and dispensable.