Run! Run!

Under the warm afterglow, an emerald green figure is running in the alley, his clothes are rising in the wind, and the whole person is like a light bird, shuttling among the willow leaves.

Eight or nine years old, with a horn-like bun, it should be in a hurry, slightly loose, dangling on the top of the head. A small face was gray, only those eyes, slender and long, clear and translucent.

Tie Lingshuang hurriedly ran, shaking her little head, what's wrong? She seemed to sneak out to play, tired of playing, and took a nap under the willow tree by the river, as if she had a long, long dream, a dream that she didn't want to remember, and the dream was full of iron and blood.

Sure enough, if you sleep for too long, people will become stupid, Xiao Tie Lingshuang shook his head fiercely, looking around, familiar alleys, familiar people, Granny Wang's hawthorn cakes, Old Man Li's mutton soup, and the rows of red lin, fragrant.

No, no, Tie Lingshuang wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, and looked down at the same gray palm, no matter how late it is, it's going to be a handboard, run!

Passing through two alleys, turning down the street, while running, I turned my head to see the opposite side, a gate, on which hung two thin characters "Qin Mansion".

Breathing a sigh of relief again, it was really a dream just now, Tie Lingshuang no longer thought nonsense, and ran all the way to the end of the street, and saw the stone lion in front of his house, taking three steps and making two steps, and leaping up.

"Shh

Stopping the gatehouse to stretch out his hand to greet Grandpa Sun, seeing him laugh happily, Tie Lingshuang tiptoed past the front yard, stretched out his little head and carefully observed at the door of the inner courtyard for a while, the left wing room was closed, the right wing room was also closed, and the main hall door was also closed.

didn't see the figure of his father and mother, Tie Lingshuang was relieved, and a wave of disappointment suddenly surged in his heart, and he couldn't suppress his nostalgia, as if he had to see it to feel at ease.

Stretching out his gray little paws, scratching his hair bun, Tie Lingshuang was slightly stunned, then shook his head, ran to the middle of the small courtyard, and washed his face in the celadon big fish tank, so frightened that the group of colorful goldfish were hiding at the bottom of the tank, Tie Lingshuang smiled and ran towards the small study in the backyard.

"You see, if this word is written like this, will it be more charming. ”

Far away from the sisters' small study, he heard the nasty voice, Tie Lingshuang pursed his lips, snorted coldly, held his head high, and strode into the study, holding his hands, looking at the two people in the room condescendingly.

A long shirt on a white background, with gray corners, simple and simple, fair cheeks, like a jade plate, a pair of peach blossom eyes, slightly bent, with a hint of smile at the corner of the mouth, gently provoked. He was sitting cross-legged by the small desk, carrying a brush in his hand, gently sketching, and writing a word on the paper.

Hmph, the son of the Qin family, Qin Fusu, is only fourteen years old, and he has repeatedly trespassed into the girl's study, it is really prodigal, and the books say that he is the most negative reader, and if his sister marries him, she will wipe her tears all day long sooner or later.

"Frost, where are you running again?"

The sound is peaceful and soft, like dingdong spring water, like spring light in March. Sure enough, the voice was like its person, and in the bookcase, there was a picturesque girl sitting upright.

Cardamom is in his prime, his hair ends are like swallows, hanging down on his neck, and his face has just grown, and he has not faded his youth.

It is worthy of being two sisters, the girl is also a pair of phoenix eyes, slightly raised, much warmer than the corners of her sister's flamboyant eyes, and it is like waking up from a big dream, her eyes are like a lake, the water is steamy, quiet and lazy, on the shore of the lake, the slender eyebrows are green, such as a fog like a mountain.

Seeing Tie Lingshuang striding forward, the grass with a slight smell of dust paved up, the girl frowned slightly, and glared at her sister with disgust,

"Going to the river again?"

Seeing her sister pretending to be angry, Tie Lingshuang knew that she didn't like the smell of earth, so she couldn't help but smile, detoured to the side of the desk, and was about to rush forward and hug her sister fiercely.

A delicate and ruddy palm stretched out, and a peacock on the back of the hand, red as rouge, vivid, was flapping its wings, about to raise its feathers to open the screen, and the pink fingertips lightly tapped a stack of papers on the table.

Tie Lingshuang instantly remembered, a hundred big characters, it seems that only one was written, a hundred small characters, not a single one was written, and she couldn't help but feel bitter.

"Huh. ”

The sound of ridicule came, Tie Lingshuang instantly looked like a fried chicken, his eyebrows were raised high, his immature phoenix eyes were awe-inspiring, he glanced at Qin Fusu obliquely, and looked at his peach blossom eyes staring at the peacock on the back of his sister's hand, Tie Lingshuang couldn't help but snort coldly,

"Eyebrows, I saw Ruoruo's little girl following him yesterday, my brother and brother's friendship is non-stop, why don't you give him your husband. ”

The little girl is childish, but Tie Ningmei is a big girl, a trace of blush flashed on her cheeks, and she was about to make a gesture to reprimand Tie Lingshuang, but after thinking about it, her sister didn't seem to be able to hide from this hand tonight, so she didn't add frost to her snow, sighed, and turned her head to look at Qin Fusu.

I couldn't hold back my laughter for a while, seeing that I was about to be driven away by the sisters, Qin Fusu was quite gentlemanly, not sad or angry, smiled lightly, put down the brush in his hand, pushed the paper to Tie Ningmei's hand, and pretended to be reserved Looking out the window, seeing the sunset and the dark night approaching, he nodded at Tie Ningmei, and said softly,

"It's getting late, I'll come back tomorrow. ”

Then he stood up, bowed deeply to Tie Lingshuang, who was about to open his mouth, and said respectfully,

"I wish little sister Lingshuang tonight, although her hands are painful and not swollen. ”

Without waiting for Tie Lingshuang to get angry, Qin Fusu laughed, flew out of the study, and the laughter gradually faded away.

Quietly waiting for Tie Lingshuang to get angry, listening to her portrayal of her fiancé from the inside out like a ghost, Tie Ningmei smiled lightly, and clicked on the big characters he had written, Tie Lingshuang woke up like a dream, quickly jumped in front of his small bookcase, grabbed the brush, and wrote randomly.

Looking at the sister on the other side, the pen became more and more rapid, one by one, the big characters were extremely ugly, like a drunk climbing a mountain, crooked, staggering, Tie Ning frowned and shook his head and sighed, looking down at the big characters on the paper left by Qin Fusu, flowing water, soft and smooth, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth lightly, eyebrows.

The night has come, under the small candlelight in the study, Tie Lingshuang is still writing hard, the lights in the front yard are lit, as if it is noisy, his forehead is sweating, and he is about to hurry up, a loud laugh came, and then, two figures stepped forward.

Tie Lingshuang looked up, and suddenly there was no worry about the board, and she was stunned.

At the bottom of the burial dragon cave, Tie Lingshuang sat quietly, his whole body relaxed, his face was as usual, but the blood in the corners of his eyes was like tears, gurgling down, his breath was low, and the corners of his mouth were gently raised, as if in a sweet dream.

At the entrance of the burial dragon cave, there is a withered rat lying on his stomach, the length of his palm, only the bones are thin, and he is covered in blue and gray old skin, dry and wrinkled, at first glance, it looks like a rotten branch.

The rat's head was slightly larger, like a poisonous snake, with obvious triangles, the same full of wrinkles, and the two eyes were large, protruding sockets, a piece of blood red, staring at the bottom of the cave, wafting with a sinister aura.

"The Record of Mountains and Seas Demons" contains, jackals, resembling rats, thin as firewood, eating live human liver, males are blue and gray and red, females are blood red and white, good at tracking, good at painting dreams to charm people's minds, especially female mice.

Jackal painting dreams, jackals are good at people when they are asleep, invading people's hearts, painting dreams are picturesque, people fall into the picture scroll in dreams, like illusion and reality, waiting for people's hearts to go deep into the picture scroll, and then hideous.

I saw that after two points of red light flickered, the jackal's body trembled for a while, and two wisps of demonic blue light suddenly flashed, shooting straight to the bottom of the cave and imprinted on the center of Tie Lingshuang's eyebrows.

Tie Lingshuang had recovered his normal qi and blood waves again, and his chest shook suddenly, no longer the turbulent waves that he had become accustomed to, the bottom of the sea, the volcano was angry, and the blood was like a huge wave tsunami, coming from the sky.

A mouthful of blood spurted out like a sword, suddenly bruised all over his body, cracked a trace of wounds, blood seeped out, and after a while, Tie Lingshuang was covered in blood, and the blood at the bottom of the burial dragon cave was like a lake, but Tie Lingshuang closed his eyes tightly, clenched his fists fiercely, and did not want to wake up.

Fire, fire.

In the warm courtyard, the fire was raging, the small study had collapsed, and the paper that the sisters had copied for many years and the shiny and smooth ring ruler had all turned to ashes with the fire, and they were messy and fluttering.

In the corner of the backyard, my sister Tie Ningmei hugged Tie Lingshuang tightly, and the two girls shrank behind the big water tank, and the blazing breath burned in the flames, and their hair was yellow and curled.

Several figures in the fire were like lightning, and the sound of sword clashing was like thunder in the nine heavens, booming, and the flames of shock flew, and the fierce sword qi shot out in all directions, cutting through the courtyard wall and sweeping into the distance.

The courtyard wall collapsed, and a fire shadow flew out upside down, crashing all the way to the house and collapsed, buried in a ruin, before the sisters had time to be frightened, a clear phoenix roar rushed to the sky with infinite anger, and the fire shadow rushed out of the ruins in the distance and fell in front of the sisters.

The man turned his back to the sisters, staring at a few figures in the flames in the courtyard, the breath on his body was slightly condensed for a moment, with a hint of determination, it climbed rapidly, and the long knife gradually became hot as the sun.

Tie Lingshuang stared at the figure in a daze, hesitated for a moment, and shouted softly,

"Mother?"

The body of the figure hidden in the flames trembled slightly, and he was so reluctant not to look behind him, after being afraid to take a look, he didn't have the courage to rush up again, and the long knife in his hand groaned softly, and the human knife became one, turning into a fire phoenix and rushing into the fire.

"Mother!"

The shouting did not stop the figure, in the courtyard of the Tie family, the sea of fire was still there, and Tie Lingshuang in his sister's arms struggled and shouted, about to break free.

The two figures fell from the sky, smashing straight beside the sisters, a black shirt and a black shirt, turned around, the narrow evil eyes were as black as ink, and small snakes rushed out from between the cuffs of the clothes, and surrounded the sisters in an instant.

Another navy green shirt, with white hair fluttering, holding a wooden staff, looking old, just looking at the fire in front of him.

With her hands like wings, after protecting her sister firmly, the little girl's face turned pale, but the phoenix stared at the dark eyes of the man in black, suppressed the fear in her heart, and asked coldly,

"Who are you?"

The man in black stared at the little girl for a while, and when he saw the peacock mark on the back of her hand, he smiled lightly and looked away, about to look at Tie Lingshuang.

"Ash!"

The phoenix roared again, resounding for nine days, the figure in the sea of fire suddenly inserted the long knife into the ground, and in the wolf smoke of Jinan City, all the flames seemed to be summoned, and they all gathered towards the figure crouching on the ground in the courtyard of the Tie family's house.

The wolf smoke was extinguished, the monstrous sea of fire dispersed, only a light flame was left around the already ruined house, several figures showed their origins, three struggled to fly away from the figure in the middle, just arrived at the flames, and were knocked back to the ruins by the fire phoenix born out of thin air.

Several impacts, they were stopped by the fire phoenix, and they couldn't help but scold at the figure in the middle, but they were also extremely afraid, and they didn't dare to approach at all, just standing far away on the edge of the flames, agitating their breath, and they had to fight to the death.

The crouching figure held the hilt of the knife in both hands, closed its eyes, and a crack flashed on its cheek, and a little ash fell, and the crack flickered with blue and white fire.

There were two figures standing in front of her, one holding a jet-black spear and the other carrying a three-foot sword, both bowing their heads and saying nothing, as if they were protecting, and as if they were saying goodbye.

Tie Lingshuang, who was hiding behind her sister, was in chaos in her mind, looking at the figure of her mother in the ruins, holding her head and screaming loudly, crying bitterly.

Kunming City in southern Xinjiang, Qianning Palace, in the lychee garden.

Zhong Lijiu was sitting cross-legged in the courtyard with his eyes closed and pranayama, his breath flowing slightly, adjusting the dark wounds left by the Qixia battle. The palm of his right hand suddenly trembled, and a trace of heat came, Zhongli Jiu's eyebrows furrowed, and he opened his eyes.

Looking down, my heart sank, and I saw a faint red mark, which looked like a big bird, like a phoenix like an eagle, with eyes like electricity, a beak like the tip of a spear, and sharp claws like a knife, covering the entire palm.

The imprint gradually changed from pink to red, and his palm became hot, staring at the more and more clear imprint, seeing that the texture of the feathers was revealed, Zhongli Jiu's face became more and more heavy,

"Going to be enchanted?"