In the extremely dark environment, the light came out little by little.

It was a flickering candle flame.

The pale orange halo on the edge of the candle flame spreads out, like a faint mist, shrouding this ordinary room, the room is an ordinary wooden structure, the dark brown veneer is a little old, but the cobwebs on it are swept clean, on the table, the bamboo table cover is covered with leftovers, a little girl of seven or eight years old is lying on the edge of the table, dangling her legs, looking at the boy sitting on the threshold and nibbling on the fruit, her eyes are resentful.

Ning Chang knew at a glance that it was her younger brother.

Her mother was at the door with a bamboo mat and talking to her brother, who listened absentmindedly.

My father was chopping firewood on the side, and he looked strong and not old.

Although this family is not very wealthy, it should be considered a good life in the peaceful era.

It's just that Ning Changjiu didn't have time to sort out the relationship between Ning Xiaoling's family, and disaster struck immediately.

The little girl didn't lie to him, saying that the most critical time was the most critical time.

A nameless wind swept through his side like an arrow, and the candle flame was extinguished, and the sound of horses' hooves came from outside the door like a ripped floor, and the drums beat in his ears, and then the screams of women and children sounded outside.

Ning Xiaoling was also stunned, she shouted her father's name, but she opened her mouth, but she couldn't make any sound.

Like an invisible hand, the gale flipped her to the ground.

"Mountain Demon...... It's a mountain demon...... The mountain demon has broken in!"

Outside, there was a shout, the doors of the house closed quickly, and in unison, and on the street, a group of beasts that looked like wild wolves and were half-covered in black flames rushed out and slammed against the gates.

The demons in the world are not in a day or two, and the city is still like this, those small towns next to the barren mountains and mountains, if they encounter a few waves of mountain demons raging, there is no one left.

In the eyes of these mountain demons, this city is like a fence that is fenced, keeping their prey in captivity, and hunting in waves from time to time.

And most of them are condensed by wild ghosts in the mountains, and those wild ghosts are attached to living animals, depriving them of their sanity, but at the same time, they also stimulate their blood, making their bodies skyrocket several times, extremely hideous and terrifying.

Ning Xiaoling heard the shouts, in the dark, she heard a series of rapid knocks on the door, and then the screams of the suspected mother, she shouted her father's name a few times, but there was no answer, and then, she heard her brother's cry.

Ning Xiaoling ran to his side and asked, "Where is my mother?"

The younger brother cried: "Mother is still outside......"

Ning Xiaoling was shocked in his heart, it was pitch black, and his younger brother ran directly back to the house and closed the door with his intuition.

She remembered the scream just now, chills, she raised her hand and slapped him in the face, the little boy was hit to the ground all at once, he said with a cry: "I'm also saving your life, what are you pretending, why don't you open the door just now?"

Ning Xiaoling only felt chills all over her body, there was darkness around her, she couldn't see the little boy's face clearly, she only felt that her consciousness was messed up into a pot of porridge, and all kinds of emotions were sour mixed together at the moment when the darkness came, and they completely exploded at this moment.

The little boy covered his mouth and ran towards the stove.

Legend has it that the stove is protected by the god of the stove, and the ghosts and evil things generally dare not approach.

Ning Xiaoling stretched out her hand in a panic and touched the wooden door, the moment she touched the bolt, she remembered the screams of her mother, only to feel that her blood was surging, and she pulled out the bolt directly with an impulse, and rushed out.

The little boy shouted behind him, "Are you crazy, close the door, I don't want to die with you money-loser!"

In fact, the moment Ning Xiaoling opened the door, she also regretted it.

She vaguely saw a puddle of flesh on the ground, and she didn't dare to identify it, only feeling dizzy.

There is no moon in the sky, and those demon hunters don't know where they are, the smell of blood is pungent, and a gust of demon wind cuts her face like a knife, and the fear of death suddenly overwhelms her family, her legs are weak, she stumbles, her body actually falls, and she feels that her hand has touched something slimy and still warm.

She didn't dare to think about what it was, her mouth was half open, and she couldn't even scream instinctively.

A dark shadow scurried up behind her, unaware of the petite girl and stomped directly over her.

Fortunately, it was not an adult mountain demon, otherwise Ning Xiaoling's back would have broken at this moment, but even this little mountain demon still made her heart agitate, her throat was sweet, and blood spurted out.

With instinct, Ning Xiaoling struggled to get up and wanted to run back to the house, but Fang Cai's foot made her sloppy, and her body was as heavy as lead, so she couldn't tell the direction clearly, and ran in the direction of the street.

After running a few steps, she also realized that she had made a mistake, and it was too late to turn back.

She kept running, and suddenly heard something, it was the sound of silk and bamboo, she suspected that she had heard it wrong, on the day when the mountain demon attacked the city, how could there still be people playing silk and bamboo music?

She kept walking, and ran all the way to the sound, and there was a tall gate in her sight, and the sound was floating in from inside, and she tried to walk up the steps, but she accidentally tripped and slammed into the door.

In a daze, the door suddenly opened, and the light fell on her, and she felt a soft gaze staring at her, with a little surprise.

"Why are you?" said a girl's voice, "Come with me." ”

Ning Xiaoling was held by a white and tender hand, and walked into the door in a daze, the moment the door was closed, all the darkness seemed to be isolated behind him, and the lamphouse in front of him was like a burning lamp, and the maid carried the lantern in the tortuous courtyard, and the sound of silk and bamboo was like the stream flowing under the bridge, and the lotus scarlet lanterns passed along the water, and the reflection in the water was countless soft and prosperous color blocks.

The brightly lit attic was so bright in the beautiful light that it seemed to rob it of all the colors of the world, and the figures of the people in the building came and went, and in the half-open window, the dancing figures of the singers were graceful and beautiful.

Ning Xiaoling's eyes widened, suspecting that she had fallen into a dream, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

"What's the matter?" asked the little girl who was pulling her.

Ning Xiaoling was stunned for a long time before moving his steps and said, "It's not outside...... Mountain Demon ...... They...... Killing, why are you still ......?"

Her voice stuttered a little, and it was difficult to organize her words into appropriate sentences.

The richly dressed girl smiled: "This is the Splendid Garden, there are cultivators in the garden, and those mountain demons are all unsuccessful little demons, and they dare not pass by here." ”

"Little demon ...... who can't make it," Ning Chang muttered a sentence, her blood-stained hand secretly wiping the corners of her clothes, her face was terrifyingly white.

She remembered her father's screams, remembered the pieces of meat all over the ground, and thought to herself, how could this just be a little demon?

She raised her head, not daring to look at the lamp tower in front of her, as if the city was full of demons, corpses were everywhere, and it didn't affect it at all, it was a disaster for ordinary people, it was never theirs.

She wanted to back away in fear, only to feel that the devil was coming and going in the building.

"What's the matter?" the little girl asked her.

This noble lady Ning Xiaoling is acquainted, she used to have a few encounters with her on the way to carry water, this young lady is very kind-hearted, and once asked her subordinates to buy buns for herself to eat.

Ning Xiaoling asked, "Why did you open the door for me?"

The lady of your family said: "The mountain demon didn't dare to approach here, I just went downstairs, and I happened to hear the sound of banging on the door, so I came to take a look, now it is really dangerous outside, you can stay here all night." ”

Ning Xiaoling was stunned and said, "That...... What about the others?"

The young lady of the noble family sighed and said, "The mountain demons can't be killed, they are hidden in the deep mountains, and ordinary monks have gone to die for a lifetime. ”

Ning Xiaoling asked, "So...... What about the legendary immortals?"

The young lady of the noble family said sarcastically: "Immortals don't care about life and death in the world. ”

It's like they don't care about the lives and deaths of ordinary people.

Ning Xiaoling felt that there was something wrong, and she felt as if it was like this, just like she wouldn't care about the life or death of birds and beasts, and wouldn't care about the life or death of mayflies and ants.

"How is your family?" asked the young lady.

Ning Xiaoling's heart was sour, and tears fell again.

The young lady of your family sighed softly: "Then you go find a room where no one is there and stay for the night." ”

As she spoke, the noble lady let go of her hand and walked towards the brightly lit song tower.

She stood where she was, at the junction of light and darkness, like a child who had lost a toy, helpless and dazed.

She wanted to turn away from her, but she didn't dare to enter the night, and finally, she walked to a dim corner, slowly squatted down, hugged her knees, and buried her head in it, it was still early spring, and the night was cold, and she kept shaking, and her body gradually stiffened.

There was a singing voice in my ears over and over again.

"Rouge Xuan,

Splendid Garden,

The pear trees are full of snow and peach blossoms.

Look at the lantern feast in the small building tonight,

It's all good days.

......

......

When the child is hanging,

Go to Baiyun Temple again ......"

Over and over again, the song is as clear and indistinct as a dream whisper.

She listened and recoiled, and her body seemed to rise with the wind, and she climbed the White Cloud Immortal Temple on the jade toad in the sky.

It wasn't until the rooster crowed that she was woken up.

"Why are you sleeping here?" she saw the noble lady's somewhat angry face again, "That's it, I'll send someone to send you back." ”

Ning Xiaoling suddenly shook her head vigorously: "I...... I know the way myself. ”

At dawn, she woke up and ran out the door.

On many streets outside, the killing and wounding were terrible, it was the soldiers in the city who fought with the mountain demons all night, and on the road, there were the corpses of the soldiers and the corpses of the mountain demons, and the ground was full of messes.

Now that the war seems to have ended, many men in armor have begun to sweep the streets one after another.

"Who are you kid, why are you still outside, where have you been all night?" she suddenly heard the scolding of the soldiers behind her.

Ning Xiaoling answered, and then ran quickly towards home.

As she ran, she vaguely heard a soldier's complaint: "Those cultivators, just a few of them, killing them is not like killing chickens?" But they are reluctant to make a move, hey, so many people die in vain every time, and the cultivation is really cultivated to dogs......

"Cultivator ......" Ning Xiaoling was a little dizzy, and suddenly remembered the Lianzi outside the gate of the Splendid Garden, she was illiterate, but she had heard people read the second half of the sentence.

With the day of longevity.

Live with the sky......

She ran back home, her feet just over the threshold, and the wind was blowing.

"Brother?" she shouted uncertainly, looking at the shivering figure in the corner.

The figure turned its head, but it was a hairy, sharp-beaked monkey cheek face.

This is the fish that slipped through the net in the nocturnal killing field.

Ning Xiaoling let out a scream, and her body wanted to retreat, but she felt as if something was binding her, and she couldn't use any strength at all.

The little mountain demon's dark green eyes stared at him, and then it let out a sharp cry and pounced.

......

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