On the paper that Qi Shu put out with great effort in the City Lord's Mansion with the "Miscellaneous Family Deduction Technique", all the cores revolved around one person.

Your Highness.

After His Royal Highness was sent back to Fengsui, he has been in a coma.

Guarding Yi Xiao's side was naturally the county lord.

Wei Lingshan sat on the rattan chair opposite Yi Xiao's bed, holding the scabbard Qi Yu with a sword and a sword.

At this moment, her eyes were slightly closed, her face was solemn, and she looked preoccupied.

Her spirit was a little overdrawn, and she didn't have much strength to speak, and the City Lord's Mansion left her and Yi Xiao a space to be alone, and no one else came to disturb her.

Fengsui's supervision of the war, big and small, were all resisted by Qi Shu and the generals of Lanling City.

The reason why there is such a peaceful solitary environment at this moment.

It's because Qi Shu's judgment is very correct.

The huge number of 200,000 demon beast tides, after such a mobilization of the people came to the terracotta only twenty miles away from the beacon, they did not move, and only sent thirteen small beast tides corresponding to the thirteen districts to attack, stretching the battle line to the entire beacon.

Outside Fengsui City, I don't know how much red snow drifted this night, falling on the terracotta land.

Tonight is like this, unpredictable.

The county lord didn't care much about the war in Fengsui.

The demon clan's hearing is much stronger than that of humans, and if she listens carefully, she can hear the countless sounds of fighting outside the Beacon City, shaking and daring.

Throw your head and spill your blood.

She knew that as long as the weak scholars in the city lord's mansion had a piece of paper, countless armor soldiers would rush out of the beacon and into the red soil, and fight with the demon clan endlessly.

In the Beacon Fortress, except for some high-level officials, who knew that the number of demon beasts going south in the Western Regions had reached 200,000, the rest of the soldiers did not know.

With the current garrison strength of Fengsui, it is overstretched to resist the tide of 100,000 beasts, not to mention that this time the Western Regions are pouring south.

I can't resist it at all.

If this news comes out, it will greatly shake the morale of the military.

The county lord's phoenix eyes were slightly closed, revealing a little afterglow, which always stayed on His Royal Highness.

She didn't know why the Western Regions was so desperate, the white tiger almost died in the terracotta, and she had to try to bring Yi Xiao back to Bachi Mountain.

But she knew that Liang Liang in the Western Regions had always "remembered" Yi Xiao, and it had reached the point of obsession.

Wei Lingshan's fingers brushed the messy hair in front of his forehead and took a deep breath.

"Brother......

She lowered her eyebrows, her face was neither sad nor joyful, and she gently opened her lips, repeating this evocative word.

That's what the West Demon shouted.

She thought about it for a long time, but she couldn't get an answer.

Finally, he slowly moved his gaze and landed on the seriously injured pale face on the bed.

Yi Xiao's soul seems to be strange now.

The "clear dream" talisman that Xiao Buyi pasted on his forehead is the form and meaning of Confucianism, which can only keep his soul in the lake peaceful.

It's just that no one can figure out the current situation of His Royal Highness.

After he finished the fight with the White Tiger Great Sage, his divine soul seemed to have been impacted by a unique method.

Wei Lingshan put his hand on his cheek, and his fingertips gently tapped his pink cheeks, thoughtful.

Be...... The reason for that page?

When he was in the South China Sea, his Divine Soul Purple Mansion exuded a similar aura.

Some of them are like the "Great Sage Awakening" of the demon clan?

The lord closed his eyes again.

She didn't know.

The man on the bed had a long, long dream.

......

......

"Brother......

It sounds a little hoarse.

It's a woman.

A woman, who sounds like a cigarette voice in her thirties and forties, shouts what brother?

I shout every day.

Bother.

Annoying.

He wrapped the mink quilt tightly, covered his head with the jade brocade pillow, and closed his eyes, not wanting to hear the sound again.

It just stopped for a moment.

"Brother......

As usual, the hoarse voice rang out again.

There was a hint of blood in this voice for no reason, more of a pleading, a low voice.

The voice that rises like smoke, although it is not like a woman who should call her brother's age can make, falls on the bottom of my heart, but it makes my heart ache.

He didn't know if he was still dreaming.

He had opened his "eyes" countless times, but it was still dark before him.

The voice kept ringing in my ears over and over again, and the tide kept ringing in my ears.

Brother Brother Brother Brother ......

As soon as he heard this voice, his heart could not be calm.

I had read a lot of books, and I had finally cultivated my meditation and qi, and I could keep calm when the first sound fell on my heart, and the second sound aroused an unprovoked murderous aura.

Heaven is a great sin.

In the midst of the continuous pleading voices, anger gradually aroused in his heart.

He kept opening his "eyes", constantly turning his head, and constantly looking back.

There was always darkness in front of me.

The voice that called out to him made him never give up.

There is such a direction, which is guiding itself.

to find the source of the sound.

Go and set the whole world on fire.

"Brother......

When he opened his eyes for the last time, he heard the woman's voice ask very softly, "Will you lend me a fire?"

"Brother!"

The scholar opened his eyes.

He gasped, and there was a cute little girl like a porcelain doll on his body, he did not shy away from suspicion, his hands were on his cheeks, and the little face carved in pink was only a few centimeters away from him, and he stared at himself with big eyes, and grinned: "Brother is sleeping lazy again?"

The scholar exhaled a breath of cold air, frightened, shook his head, shook off all the mess in his mind, and rubbed the cute face of the little girl in front of him with a reluctant smile.

"Gollum ......"

The scholar's sister stuck out her tongue very cooperatively.

Rubbed it halfway.

The scholar was a little stunned.

Until he was interrupted by the little girl's voice: "Brother, are you having nightmares again?"

The little girl stuck out her tongue and pursed her mouth: "I heard my brother say something very bad in a dream. ”

The scholar was stunned and touched his chest with his hand.

The little girl slapped her fist and said with a smile: "My brother's soul is going to be scared away by the evil ghost~"

After knocking on this, the little girl quickly rolled out of bed, ran out of the house with a smoke, and did not forget to lie next to the door when she left: "Brother~ Today is the day of the temple fair, you promised me to go to the temple fair~"

The scholar lay on the bed.

He was different from the usual, he reached out and touched his chest, which was empty, and the flames that had been aroused dissipated the moment he woke up from the dream, without a trace.

It's like a dream.

It was like a dream.

"Girl....... I have no relatives and no reason, I already have a sister, this 'brother', it's not just a casual shout......"

The scholar smiled bitterly, folded his hands, and muttered softly, wondering if the woman who insisted on dreaming to himself every day would be able to hear it.

He rolled over and got out of bed and changed his clothes.

He was a poor scholar, and the only thing his ancestors left was this small mansion and a set of luxurious sleeping utensils.

Jade brocade pillow, mink duvet.

......

......

In a small town within a radius of ten miles, everyone thinks that the scholar is an extremely eccentric person.

Eating white water and greens, scribbling to live, but there is a set of expensive old houses and sleeping utensils.

In this old house, there is a big family in the town that employs many immortal masters, and the price is one hundred taels of silver, and the scholar's brows have never wrinkled.

Not sold.

The man changed his request, a hundred taels of silver to buy a set of sleeping utensils.

Scholars still don't sell.

Stubborn.

This scholar is extremely strong.

Mr. Yin, who offered to buy a scholar's house and sleeping utensils, was not angry, not angry, smiled and shook his fan, and went home.

Mr. Hide seems to be a remarkable person.

His mansion is the richest mansion within a radius of ten miles, and it is possible to replace "ten" with "hundred".

If it is replaced by "thousand", the people in the town will have no idea of comparison, and they will not know how to compare.

There are many things in this world that cannot be understood.

It's like they can't understand why Mr. Yin doesn't buy so many old mansions, but has to buy scholars.

Even more incomprehensible.

The scholar lived alone in the house, read the sage books all day long, and one day he would go to Kyoto to take the test for fame, a set of old mansions, a set of sleeping utensils, hundreds of taels of silver, even if he couldn't get fame, it was enough for him to have food and clothing for half his life.

If you don't sell the house, you won't even be able to get together the entanglements on the road.

Incomprehensible.

Because they didn't know that the scholar also had a younger sister.

......

......

Combed the long hair behind his head, the scholar was a little annoyed, his hair was a little too long, and the hair rope could not be tied.

"Brother~I'll come~"

The little girl ran back from the house cheerfully.

She took the hair rope with a quick movement, and tied the scholar's long hair together, and tied it in a circle.

The long hair is twisted and coiled, the hair rope is tied, and a wooden bun is pinned.

The little girl gave the scholar a big hug behind her.

The scholar got up, picked up the little girl, and walked to the courtyard of the house.

A slender rusty steel wire was bolted to the walls at both ends of the courtyard, and a few old clothes were hung that had been washed until they turned white and blue.

There is also an empty canary cage.

When the scholar walked out of his old house, the girl behind him was gone.

He held a bird cage in his arms.

There was one more living creature in the empty cage.

It's a cardinal.

The cardinal was not good-looking.

Its whole body seemed to have been burned by fire, its bald hair was lost, and the scholar was holding hot air, warming the little red bird in the bird cage, and he was wearing light clothes, and he didn't feel cold.

Today is the most lively temple fair in the town.

His voice was very soft, and he used some of the side lines recorded in the books of the sages.

Whispering with cardinals.

"Xiao Liang, I'll go to the temple fair later, if you still see that weird person, you have to be well-behaved, don't let that person see the clues. ”

The cardinal nodded incessantly, and his eyes lingered on the grand scene of the temple fairs on both sides of the street.

At the temple fair in the town, the thin-shirted scholar held the bird cage in his arms, watched the cardinal in the bird cage jump lightly, grinning and squeezing in the crowd, standing on tiptoe, and even holding the bird cage, just to see those scenes that are extremely difficult to have the opportunity to see.

The sound of the crowd shuttles back and forth.

The scholar did not hide the smile on his face.

The sun sets and the moon rises, the sky gets darker, and then the night gets darker, and one person and one bird wanders tirelessly all day.

Until the lights of the town's temple fair slowly went out.

The hustle and bustle of the whole town dissipated.

The scholar hugged the cage in his arms tightly, and the wind was strong at night and the night was cold, so she could not be frozen.

After a day, it was like a dream.

In a trance, someone shouted the scholar's name behind his back.

"Yi Xiao. ”

Like a dream.