Under the mountain moon and pine Xiaoxiao, the moon is bright and the mountain scenery is fresh.

Talk about the high autumn drink, and repeat the night strings.

The moonlight is like snow, gently sprinkled on the forest sea west of Luoyan Mountain.

On the canopy of the trees, the young man's white clothes were like snow, his long soft hair floated like waves, his lips were lightly opened, and the melodious sound of the flute was accompanied by the evening breeze blowing to every corner of the mountain.

Cicadas chirping, deer barking, frog songs, the ensemble of man and nature is as harmonious as a spring breeze, just like the fairy music of the heavenly palace.

At the end of the song, everything is restored. The young man opened his eyes, a smile was reflected in his watery eyes, he shook his head, looked at the small river that meandered to the sky at the bottom of the mountain, and sighed softly: "On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, where can the jade teach?" Suddenly, he realized something, and then turned his head to look behind him. At some point, there was a ghostly addition to the leafy branches.

The man had gray hair, was dressed in black, and had a strong fishy smell, and his face was ugly, and half of his face was strangely red, and his appearance was very hateful, and his expression was hideous and strange, and he stared straight into the young man's eyes.

The young man in white turned around and arched his hand to the visitor. Under the shadow of the moon, the clothes fluttered, like fairies in the sky.

"Say hello to the seniors, I don't know what happened to the old gentleman?" was seven points of respect in his words, but also three points of vigilance.

"Don't you recognize me?" the old man's voice was strange and hoarse, like the roar of a lizard coiled on the gravel.

"Forgive the younger generation for being stupid, in Xia Nai Luoyanmen, the thirteenth generation head of the Lingguan Master personally passed on the eldest disciple Xuanyuan Qingyun, I don't know who Mr. is?" The young man was quite polite and said the way, but the old man didn't pay attention to it, but just said coldly: "I haven't heard of it." Get down, you're blowing this bird tune here and affecting me to see the moon!"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled dumbly: "What the predecessors said, it is the first time to understand the teaching." The younger generation played the proud work of the contemporary Diancang master Mr. Ouyang - Spring Rain Boat Crossing Song, which can soothe the living soul and improve the internal cultivation by listening carefully, I don't know which verse makes the predecessors not ......"

Shout!

Only a faint sound could be heard in the air, but in an instant, the young man's face had turned purple, and his whole body was stiff and fell down like dead wood, and his body could be clearly seen in mid-air, and the smile on his face had not faded.

Boom!

The weight of the tempered body smashed heavily on the grass, and it exploded into a ball of blood like a rotten watermelon. Where the blood was filled, the flowers and plants withered like dead ashes.

"Little hairy boy, it's really long-winded. The old man walked to where the young man had been sitting before, and did not even glance at the mass of flesh and blood on the ground. "Hmm...... The moon has a silver tail, this medicine should be in the south of the mountain......" The old man nodded, fluttered down from the tree, pulled out a thick chain from the grass with his backhand, and scolded: "Keep up!"

"Yes......" There was a weak and uneven sound from behind the bushes, and the old man shook the chain vigorously, pulling out a dozen or so naked children with strange faces, and crawling to the ground to follow the old man's steps.

The old man nodded in satisfaction, and then pursed his lips and whistled.

As if in response, there was a creeping sound from the dark bushes not far away, as if something huge was lurking inside.

......

Late at night, in a dark and damp dungeon. More than a dozen naked children sat around the wet and sticky straw mats, holding a blackened steamed bun and nibbling it bit by bit. There was a strong smell of realgar powder in the air, and from time to time a child looked up at the breathable hole in the wall, and outside the hole, there were stars in the sky.

"There wasn't enough water, and Ernimako had a high fever again. One of the two children in the corner said suddenly.

"I'm afraid it's not going to work, I can already feel the hot pain below, drink Xiao Atu's, he hasn't used it internally for half a month, he tried some external use. An older child answered.

The child, who was called Little Ah Tu, who was called Little Ah Tu, nodded and took the clay pot with half a muddy water: "Wait a while, I feel it and call you." ”

Then the children fell silent again. A few physically exhausted hugged each other and fell asleep groggyly.

In the middle of the night, suddenly a child cried, and everyone hurriedly got up and gathered around, only to see the little girl's limbs twisted strangely, rolling on the floor in pain, and after a while she was silent, and froze there in a daze, staring at the ceiling in despair.

The children stared at her nervously, as if waiting for something to change.

Poof! A small red scorpion with a sparkle all over its body tore open the flesh and came out of the girl's throat. The children dispersed vigilantly, but the little scorpion looked around, apparently not very interested in them, and only buried its head in munching on the fresh corpse. After a while, as if attracted to something, it crawled down the corpse and went straight through the cell door.

When the children saw that the poison was crawling away, they dared to lean over.

"The blood Gu she raised is indeed almost ripe. A child sighed and turned his head to look at a child in the other corner: "Little Yuan, how do you feel?" The little fat man leaning against the wall squeezed out an ugly smile: "I... I feel okay. ”

It is said to be fat, but it is not "fat" in the general sense. The child's face was as hungry as everyone else, but his whole body was strangely swollen, as if it had been propped up by something. If you look closely, under his thin skin, countless line-like objects are constantly twisting and surging, and the dense tentacles on both sides are clearly visible.

His young body was full of Gu worms that sucked flesh and blood.

This is the fate of this group of children. Most of them were snatched away by the red-faced old devil known as the "No. 1 Poison Master in the Western Regions" when they were young, and became a container for him to refine evil things and experiment with new poisons - collectively known as medicine slaves, they have no hope, no future, and no dignity. No matter how hard he tried to live or now, in the end, he could only die in despair in pain and struggle just like that little girl, when Gu Poison matured and was overwhelmed.

The children skillfully rolled up a straw mat, hastily wrapped the little girl's body, and gently placed it in the corner.

At this time, the child from before suddenly spoke: "Let's roll another one, Er Nizi is dead." ”

After everything was done, the children no longer felt sleepy, so they simply gathered together and chatted. One after another, they talked about the mountains in their hometowns, the water in their hometowns, the toads in the wheat fields, the maple leaves on the trees in autumn, the little goldfish in the well at the entrance of the village, and all kinds of snacks and toys.

The children are not trained orators, but they still use their virgin tone and childish vocabulary to try to share the beauty of their experiences with their peers. Whenever one child began to speak, the other children closed their eyes and tried desperately to imagine what the objects would look like, smell and feel.

They clasped each other's hands and held them until the very end.

"What will you do if you can escape?" said Xiao Yuan in the corner.

The children were silent for a moment, and then said cautiously and excitedly:

"I want to eat meat buns!

"I want to go eat a sugar gourd and buy a rattle!"

"I want to go far, to a place where the old devil will never find!"

"I want to go to the academy to continue my studies and become a big official in the future!"

"I... I want to go home and see if my father and mother have buried ......"

The children chattered and discussed for a long time, and then suddenly fell silent.

"Little stammer, what about you?" Xiao Ayuan looked at a child in the crowd who had been silent. When everyone heard this, they also looked at him, as if this child had something special that was different from them.

The child was stunned for a moment, stood up slowly and tremblingly, looked at everyone, looked at the starry sky outside, opened his mouth and riveted his strength, but no sound came out. The children couldn't help but be a little anxious, and urged him one after another: "Little stammer, you say it quickly, little stammer!"

After a long time, the child said sonorously word by word: "I... Want... Revenge!"

The children froze, looking in horror at the child who had said what they had most thought but did not dare to think.