"Big brother and Uncle Jiang are talking about things I don't understand."

Mu Jing quietly went to hold Quan Heng's hand, and Quan Heng noticed it and took the initiative to hold the child's hand.

"Sister is so nice." Mu Jing smiled happily and pressed her closer to her with satisfaction, "Does my sister have anything you want?" I'll try to get it for my sister! ”

"I don't want anything."

Quan Heng's fingers rubbed over the eighteenth, and he just smiled when he heard the words.

If there were, it was a long time ago.

What I used to want, I don't care about that much anymore.

Mu Jing let out a low "oh", and the tail of the toy puppy in his arms shrugged down.

"Does Xiao Wu have anything to like?" Quan Heng asked, "When we go out, we have two days off, where do you want to go?" ”

Mu Jing was instantly energetic, and his eyes were shining: "I like my sister the most!" I want to stay with my sister! ”

"Okay." Quan Heng smiled, "I know, then I'll arrange it." ”

"That's it ahead." Jiang Jin opened his mouth and pointed to the dilapidated Bodhisattva temple in front of him.

"The scenery of Qinhuai is good, and it is difficult to draw a song of the white bureau."

The babbling and singing accompanied by the delicate sound of the pipa came from near the Bodhisattva temple and was sent far into the ears.

"Do you hear anything?" Jiang Jin was stunned suddenly.

"If you are lucky, you will go to the land of gold dust ......"

"Wu Nong's soft words, Suzhou Pingdan."

Quan Heng tilted his head slightly, "But I'm afraid that this word is not a commentary, it should be a white game." ”

The oldest song in Gujiang is "Baiju", and it is also the only ancient song, dialect rap, which has a history of more than 600 years.

* This singing accompaniment is all commentary, but this word is clearly a tribute to the classic white game "Qin Huaimei".

"This ancient city has experienced six ruins and six lives, and if you really want to find this old tune, there is only a white situation in the south of the city."

Quan Heng paused and said softly: "It's a pity that in reality, it's almost impossible to hear. ”

"Sing the white game words in a commenting tone...... Jiang Jian said excitedly, "Is it someone else who woke up?" ”

"Behind the Bodhisattva Temple," the Mad Hatter looked at Kwon Heng, "I won't be there." ”

"It's a very painful, but pure and clean soul, but also fragile." Mad Hatter's voice was soft, "My sequence is unstable, and the scattered pollution will affect her, so go ahead." ”

He looked at Mu Jing again and hesitated, "Is he going too?" Child. ”

"There are some things he should know," Quan Heng touched Mu Jing's head, and his tone was gentle, "Especially children, they should know best." ”

The Mad Hatter stopped talking, and watched Quan Heng hold Mu Jing and walk around the Bodhisattva Temple-

"Fishing alley on the bank of the Qinhuai River, smashing the pile of beads and paintings."

The woman wearing the Yunjin cheongsam was holding a blood-stained pipa, and the fingertips without armor grinding out blood, dripping on the cheongsam, and smearing on the crimson earth.

"However, the smoke burned the hometown, and the bandits looted and destroyed Jinling."

Wu Yu is sorrowful, gentle as a crying warbler, and intoxicated.

Her hair was disheveled, her body was in disarray, she only sang obsessively, and her pipa leaned in her arms, cherishing it.

"The merchant girl also knows the hatred of the country, and this hatred has nothing to do with the love of the wind and the moon."

The pipa girl lowered her eyes quietly and slowly rested her tune.

At the end of the song, people are far away, and I still feel that the aftermath is lingering.

"An Yue," she said, her tone was hoarse, and she still heard it in a Wu minor tone, "I have died for decades, and I can't go back." ”

"Jiang Jin," Jiang Jin's voice was also hoarse, "the last company to defend the city." ”

An Yue'e raised her head to look at him, her eyes still sloppy after being tortured inhumanly, "Are you guarding the city?" ”

Her "you" hair is like "倷", and the familiarity makes Jiang Jin's eyes red.

"I am."

An Yue'e nodded, and a smile barely appeared on her bruised face, "Thank you, hard work." ”

Jiang Jian shook his head desperately, clenching his teeth to prevent tears from falling down.

"There's also a little girl," An Yue'e's gaze moved to Quan Heng, unconsciously bringing some envy and nostalgia, I don't know what I saw from her, "You look like a schoolgirl, you're not here, right?" ”

Kwon Heng replied softly: "No. ”

"It turned out to be a girl outside, that's later," An Yue'e said clearly, and said softly, "Has the War of Resistance been won?" ”

The voice was cautious, "Has this city been taken back?" ”

Quan Heng looked at her and nodded slowly, "I'm back." ”

She paused and added, "It's all back." ”

"That's good, that's good." An Yue'e smiled sincerely, her eyes fell on the red-stained land at hand, and her eyes were dyed with sadness, "That'...... How many people are gone? ”

Kwon was silent and did not answer the question.

Later, Jiang Jin, who knew the answer, also looked away, and swallowed with trembling lips.

An Yue'e seemed to know something in this silence, turned her head, and gently pressed her fingers on the pipa:

"I'm a singer and commentalist, Wenyu and I are the best, she follows the white game of good talent learning, I can also know some words, but I can't sing."

That's why she sang the white game with commentary, singing about grief and condolences.

"Our twenty-one sisters are all Qinhuai Xinliu."

"Xinliu" refers to the famous prostitutes who shouted loudly on the banks of the Qinhuai River after the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven.

"* After the fall of the ancient city, Minnie, the director of the church school, let us into the safe zone, but outside the safe zone was full of enemies - they came in one day, called the director to the office, and asked her to select a hundred women from ten thousand refugees to be prostitutes."

An Yue'e pressed her fingers on the pipa, as if she remembered all the past.

"Where can those scholars who go to school suffer, our twenty-one sisters are combined, anyway, they have been selling themselves for most of their lives, so it is better to replace these girls. should repay Minnie's kindness, and take this worthless body......"

She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and said with a smile: "Serve the country." ”

However, the smoke burned the hometown, and the bandits looted and destroyed Jinling.

The merchant girl also knows the hatred of the country, and this hatred has nothing to do with the love of the wind and the moon.

"They killed twenty of my sisters and many others in front of this Bodhisattva."

An Yue'e was holding the pipa, her bare skin was covered with hideous scars, and the torn Yunjin cheongsam was stained with filth, blood, and countless sad pasts.

Under her messy hair, there were tears in her eyes: "If you are pregnant, you will be dragged out to open your belly, or you will be taken away directly, I have never seen it again." There were sisters who committed suicide, sisters who resisted and were killed, and then immediately new women were taken as substitutes.

"The soil in front of the temple turned red. On those days, the water in the river was red. There are screams everywhere, the corpses will be piled up tomorrow after they are harvested today, and the half-grown children will be thrown into the oil pot......"

"Jinling has become a dead city," An Yue'e burst into tears, "they are not even as good as animals." ”

There was a long silence, and only An Yue's sobs could be heard.

Kwon Heng unbuttoned his shirt, knelt down on one knee in front of An Yue'e, and gently put on her shirt.

"I will take you home, so that the souls of your ancestors can return to their hometown."

Quan Heng fastened the jade button for her, his eyes were full of emotion, but he still asked softly:

"Can you tell me that the head monster of the Japanese ghost is in the Bodhisattva Temple?"

"It's in here, but they're hiding deep - move out of the lotus seat and go to the underground bomb shelter, they're there." An Yue'e sneered, "They are also afraid of death, and they know to hide in the bomb shelter when they die." I have done many evils myself, and I am afraid that those who have done it will take revenge. ”

"They can't hide."

Kwon Heng's usual gentle smile dissipated, and slowly withdrew his button-tied hand.

……

"Let that kid keep watch, you trust him so much."

The ghosts came out of the ground because their bones were all over the Wolf's Tooth Peak. If the boss summons the ghosts in the bomb shelter, it is very likely that the terrain will use the terrain to surround the two people who entered the bomb shelter, so Quan Heng left Mu Jing behind.

"Xiao Wu's physical skills are not enough, and he still needs systematic training, so he is not suitable for participating in close combat." Quan Heng enters the Bodhisattva Temple.

"Yes." The Mad Hatter nodded.

He fastened the rope on the glass jar just enough to wrap around his fingers like a bouncing ball:

"But if there really is a monster tide, it won't be enough for him and Mr. Jiang alone - oh, even if you add the little monster in his arms, it's not enough."

"Not necessarily, don't underestimate him."

Quan Heng stretched out her hand to push away the lotus seat, she didn't believe in Buddhism, and the old Bodhisattva was also very polite, and directly turned the statue over.

The Mad Hatter squatted down and poked the Bodhisattva's face, tilted his head to look, and felt that something was wrong:

"Is this the Bodhisattva of China? How do you feel a little ugly, not quite like it. ”

"Buddhism is localized, but it's not something that comes from our own family."

Quan Heng directly smashed the floor under the lotus seat with a butterfly knife, and saw the air-raid shelter leading to the bottom, "And this is not a golden body cast according to Chinese Buddhism." ”

"What's that?"

"The Emperor of the Foot Basin."

Kwon Heng replied without looking back, waving the dust he choked, "They only worshipped this thing called Showa at that time, so they naturally cast a golden body according to that face." ”

"Oh, no wonder it's so ugly." The Mad Hatter straightened up suddenly, unable to help but dislike it.

"It feels like the club of the little snake of Yagi - there's always an inexplicable confidence, obviously short and ugly, and crispy."

[Laughing to death, but to tell you the truth, I did see the group of players of Yaqi Little Snake, talking about what samurai and what way, and in the end they specially picked up the old, weak, sick and disabled.] ]

[Oh, I remembered when you said that.] Could it be that the deputy chief of the seventh layer had used a katana before? Comes with a Shameless buff? ]

[It turned out to be the official seal of the border.] Players in the Huaxia region of the first frontier are annoyed by them, and they all have their own bloodline buffs when they play Baqi. I've heard that the most vicious abuse against players in Huaxia is "You look like a footpot chicken"?? Is that so? ]

[Back upstairs, that's it.] It seems that many of their cultures are plagiarized from China, didn't Song Jingyun laugh at their mantras? What's coming. ]

["The fighters are all arrayed forward", I remember that there was also a Taoist priest in the Baqi Little Snake, and they copied it wrongly back then, and it was passed on as "The fighters are arrayed in front". ]

[Song Jingyun also told him to take advantage of the reputation of Taoist doctors to fool people, and the recipe is not their foot basin]

"Let's go." Quan Heng casually threw a match down, checked that the oxygen was sufficient, and then looked at the Mad Hatter, "Let's go down." ”

"Okay." The Mad Hatter responded, unceremoniously stepping over the statue's face, only to hear a "click" -

The statue cracked.

Quan Heng glanced at the shattered statue face faintly, and there was no expression.

"Oh, like it doesn't have a face." The Mad Hatter didn't care, and walked up to Kwon Heng.

"I don't know what you saw behind the temple, but I can probably guess some."

The Mad Hatter raised his finger with his backhand, and a lifelike little white dove appeared in his originally empty hand:

"I don't like loneliness, so I folded a pair. The child takes one, and gives you the rest. ”

"Don't be unhappy," he laughed, and the poker Joker tilted his head after him, "Let's go down and play." ”

Quan Heng smiled and took the white dove: "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome."

Mad Hatter bent his lips and raised his top hat slightly with his right hand, "My pleasure." ”

[It seems that I still like to get along with elegant humans, although these two people are quite a horror movie, but it is not me who kills, and it has nothing to do with me]

[+1, I see that there are human beings with names and surnames on the global list in the borderlands, and they all seem to have this characteristic - the conduct of human society is passable, on the bright side]

[Yes.] Let's just say that Song Jingyun, although he is quite unserious, their sect respects Kun Dao very much and is very friendly to female players. And the practice of controlling corpses, as well as the time of the fight, I feel handsome as a monster. ]

[Hey, I don't know why...... Seeing that Quan Heng didn't see Song Jingyun, he really missed it a little. I'm going to check out his channel...... He seems to be bringing a particularly fierce child, who is going to meet a god and kill a god, and kill a monster when he encounters a monster]

[Huh??] A human being so angry?? It can't be considered a food show, it has to be directly classified as a horror show, okay?! ]

"It's not just a horror show, this monster's high-end game......"

Song Jingyun sighed, looking at the young man who shot the monster directly at close range, and couldn't help but sigh: "Fierce god." This is the monster, and you have to have nightmares for a few days. ”

Sang Ting put away the gun, wiped the blood on his face casually, and glanced at Song Jingyun: "Ask you something, tell the truth." ”

"What?" Song Jingyun replied vaguely, and was busy smoking two yellow paper cigarette lighters.

"Did my boss accept any organization here, with about fifty core members?"

"About fifty?"

Song Jingyun shook off the yellow paper, squinted his eyes and smoked a cigarette, and slowly spit it out.

"Except for the operations staff on the seventh floor, the bounty hunters should be about the same—what's wrong?"

Sang Ting just nodded knowingly, perfunctory: "It's nothing, just understand something." ”

“？” Song Jingyun realized that something was wrong, and straightened up slightly, "You haven't been to the border region before, how do you know that the core number of people in the organization is about fifty?" It should be Kwon Heng's thing that can be asked specifically about me - what did she do? ”

"Why did I tell you?" Sang Ting was impatient: "Aren't you a Taoist priest?" You count it yourself, the six plum blossoms and six oracle bone copper coins, can't you count? ”

"Six Plum Blossoms...... You know a lot. ”

Song Jingyun leaned back against the tree, just smiled casually when he heard the words, raised his hand and knocked the cigarette gun, "It's okay." ”

Sang Ting was stunned and frowned at him: "What? ”

"Deduction." Song Jingyun smiled casually.

"However, no matter how powerful the Heavenly Master is, he can't count the fine past, and can only launch a few major events that affect the path of life, and a few possible futures." Song Jingyun glanced at the time and pinched her fingers to deduce, "I don't know what Quan Heng did, but what impact does it have on her future trend......

Song Jingyun's words froze suddenly, and he frowned tightly and pushed again.

What's wrong?

Sang Ting looked at him a little suspiciously, and before he could get close to Song Jingyun, he raised his head suddenly, his face was extremely ugly:

"What did Kwon Heng do?"