Step by step, the Jibuchu River walked towards the center of the lake, and her white and slender back gradually submerged into the water, and there was a little scale around her, I don't know if it was a wave or a fish. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Nangong Shaoyou opened his mouth wide and wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't shout loudly, as if a magical force sealed his mouth, and as if he felt that there was no trace of sadness in front of him in his heart, but the water was bright, which was her best ending.

Under the moonlight, the hair scattered on the surface of the lake like Buddha's light finally disappeared, but Nangong Shaoyou could still feel the warmth of her forehead, her fragrance, and her childlike smile.

There was a burst of warmth on the face, the rain in the sky seemed to have a temperature, sliding down the cheeks into the mouth, there was a trace of saltiness and bitterness, the rain was not heavy, fluttering, endless, I don't know how long it took, the sky was flooded with a red glow, and the rain stopped.

Suddenly felt a pain in the shoulder, followed by a burst of soreness and numbness in the body, the acupoint was untied, Nangong Shaoyou bent his legs and was about to jump into the lake, and suddenly stopped, this clear lake is the source of life in Yilut, there is the soul of the Jibuchu River in the water, and his hands are stained with the blood of Mongolian children, so jumping into the lake will not stain the innocence of the pure swans on the grassland.

A mournful cry came in the air, two pure white swans were circling, and suddenly two white lights shot into the center of the lake, which turned out to be two swans heading and feet rushing straight into the lake.

The swans have excellent water quality, but half an hour has passed, and the two swans have not yet surfaced again, Nangong Shaoyou sighed secretly in his heart: "Is Jibuchuhe really the daughter of a god, or a fairy on the grassland, and even the swans are martyred for her?"

Sitting by the river in a daze, a pair of warm little hands gently held his hands, Song Wan'er didn't say anything, and sat quietly beside him.

There began to be a discussion in the yurt, a sound of surprise, and accompanied by the low sobs of children, it turned out that a very bright blooming wildflower on the grassland all withered overnight, which was a very ominous omen among the Yilut people, and they all said that the children were not closed in the heavenly spirit cover, and they could still know the heavens and the earth, and several children said that they saw the Jibuchu River at night and told them that they would leave Yilut forever and return to the sky.

Nangong Shaoyou carefully picked up Jibu Chuhe's clothes, as if holding a beauty, and slowly walked to Muren's tent to report Muren's funeral.

The Mongols did not lie, and they thought that Nangong Shaoyou was a warrior sent by heaven, and they were even more convinced of his words, and when he finished speaking, the news of the death of the Jibuchu River immediately spread to ninety-six yurts on both sides of the small lake.

Everyone was busy, and strangely enough, except for some children who were secretly crying, the adults and even the older children did not cry, but there were faint smiles on the faces of some elders and women.

Muren wrote a letter and sent a warrior to gallop out on horseback, and Su He said that it was to report the funeral of the Great Khan of Ögedei and the King of Chanafa.

Agudammu came, and he said that Muren asked Nangong Shaoyou and Song Wan'er to go to his yurt.

Inside, Mu Ren smiled and said: "Song Wan'er, Nangong Shaoyou, you are warriors sent by God, Jibu Chuhe is the daughter of heaven, and you are the patron god of Yilut, and the things she left behind are only qualified to be extracted by you, you go, you will bury them with your own hands tonight." ”

Agudamu led the two to a yurt, opened the tent, and walked in, there was a faint fragrance inside, like an orchid and musk, refreshing, and there were three suitcases inside.

Nangong Shaoyou opened the first one, only to see that there were small clothes inside, the workmanship was very delicate and lovely, and the collar of one of them was embroidered with the words "Jibu Chu River", and a thin bone was placed under the clothes.

"In the tradition of the clan, every boy who is born, the elders of the clan will send a sheep bone, which means a blessing, when Jibuchuhe was born, the birds in the sky sang for her, and the mountains were full of flowers for her, and the elders thought that she was the daughter of God, so she was the only daughter with bones. ”

The second suitcase was opened, and there were elegant daughter's dresses inside, Nangong Shaoyou imagined that these dresses were matched with her plain eyebrows, obviously she was a girl full of innocence and great love, and she was clearly like Murong Feifei, if she met herself when she was young, she would be ashamed of herself at all, how could she be worthy of marrying her, and at this time, she also thought of Murong Feifei, and she was not in an ordinary mood in the fairy chair at that time.

If she treats the beloved little girl so frankly and throws herself into the arms of others, how can others treat her like a god like a god and hold it in the palm of her hand like a pearl, no!

"Shao Ling met, and he was determined to marry him, hey, I hate to meet Shao Ling!" Nangong Shaoyou suddenly said loudly, his expression was very firm, but Agu Damu was startled, but Song Wan'er smiled silently.

The third suitcase was opened, and there were some girls' toys inside, a few small pottery dolls, a few rubber flowers, a cowhide drum, a small musical instrument made of horns, and many gadgets, the workmanship was very meticulous, and delicate, no different from the average Central Plains woman, and there was a scroll of pictures in the box.

When he opened it, Agudamu looked at Nangong Shaoyou in surprise, Song Wan'er touched his head lightly, laughed, and Nangong Shaoyou's face was hot.

The painting scroll is clearly painted of him, the light smile, the raised sword eyebrows, vivid, even more beautiful than the real person three points, the person in the painting is a trick of his stunt "water hit three thousand", but the hand is not the three feet of ice, but a bunch of white wildflowers.

"She hated war since she was a child, how could she love swords, white wildflowers are like her, simple and can only fly with the wind. Song Wan'er said softly.

The portrait is inscribed with four lines of poetry: "If the gentleman raises the dust on the road, if the concubine is turbid cement, the ups and downs are different, when will the meeting be harmonious?"

Although he belittled himself, the meaning of the poem is very appropriate, the two of them are their own masters, and the so-called righteousness is impossible to combine after all, but Nangong Shaoyou is free and arrogant, and under the excitement, he asked Agudamu for pen and ink, and also inscribed four sentences under the verses of Jibuchuhe.

"There are beauties, you will never forget them, you will not see them for a day, and you will think like crazy!"

This is the phoenix qin score, and it can be regarded as the harmony of the qin, at least it lives up to her hard work, but what she thinks of is someone else.

At night, bonfires were lit on both sides of the lake, and the women danced by the lake, singing moving songs, which had a happy atmosphere, and Song Wan'er and Nangong Shaoyou were very puzzled.

Mu Ren ordered people to move out the fireworks, and even asked Nangong Shaoyou to light them, Nangong Shaoyou said that he was not willing to say anything, Jibu Chuhe died newly, wouldn't this be equivalent to celebrating, she has made so many sacrifices for you, it is too late to be sad, how can it become a celebration.

Muren told him the origin of the fact that before the voluntary sacrifice of the Jibchu River, Yirut was a very poor nomadic people, and the people of the tribe suffered from the world's suffering, and they were convinced that they must have done something that God was angry about, so they were punished by God.

And death, it is precisely the heavens who think that the sentence of this person's suffering has arrived, and he can return to the gods and enjoy endless happiness, so when everyone dies, it is the happiest time for him, so everyone is happy for him and sets off fireworks for him, Jibchuhe gave up love and everything for the sake of the race, she has never been happy, and now the gods have finally let her daughter come back to her side, she can finally get rid of the pain of the world and get long-term happiness.

Nangong Shaoyou was shocked in his heart, in this troubled world, in fact, the people of the Great Song Dynasty are also average, many people are really worse than death, and it is not a relief when they die.

Ji Bu Chuhe obviously has a child's heart, but she wants her to do things that are difficult for adults to do, she obviously needs love very much, but she wants to dedicate love to others, survival is indeed the biggest torture for her.

Nangong Shaoyou finally nodded in agreement, lit fireworks, and the vast air bloomed with strange colors.

Suddenly, there was a mournful roar, and a snow-white horse galloped into the crowd, crashing into Nangong Shaoyou like crazy, Agudamu stepped forward and grabbed the reins of the white horse.

The white horse neighed, his feet off the ground, and he stood upright like a human, and Agudamu took out a dagger from his waist and wiped it on the horse's neck.

"I can't help it!" Song Wan'er couldn't help but exclaim, but the dagger had already slashed through the horse's neck.

A stream of blood spurted out from the neck of the white horse, staining the withered wildflowers red, and the white horse knelt down on his front legs, but did not struggle, and died slowly, even the murderous Nangong Shaoyou couldn't bear to look at it directly.

"It's the horse of the Jibchu River. Su He said softly.

Under Muren's order, Agudamu led four young men to dig a four-foot-square deep hole under the withered wildflowers and the blood of the white horse, and then put the white horse into the hole, signaling Nangong Shaoyou to put all the objects of the Jibuchu River into it.

Nangong Shaoyou respectfully put the three suitcases into the hole, thought for a while, sighed, took the dzi on his neck, and put it into the hole together, and with a force of both hands, he filled the soil into the hole.

When the soil was filled, Nangong Shaoyou secretly prayed: "Jibuchu River, Amur, Concubine Ling, I hope you will be reincarnated as a free-flying swan in the next life, don't be a man, being a man is really cruel to you!"

Agudamu jumped on a horse, and then the four of them also jumped on the horse, and the horseless horse galloped back and forth on the hole filled with dirt until the soil became stiff, although Song Wan'er and the two were puzzled, but they thought that this might be the custom of Yilut.

When the moon reached mid-heaven, the clan slowly dispersed, Nangong Shaoyou ran into the tent, took out the bowl of cow tears, wiped them in his eyes, and then ran to the lake, looking around with wide eyes.

Two hours passed, and he still did not see the soul of the Jibuchu River, and the sleepiness finally made him fall asleep on the grass by the lake, and vaguely heard the pleasant sound of the lute, and the moving singing, and he opened his eyes.

The lake is in a fog, and in the fog, a woman in a Mongolian dress is smiling at herself, her smiling face is innocent and natural, mischievous and comfortable, dancing on the water.

Such as a shocking Hong, such as a swimming dragon, a bright smile, like a wild flower blooming in the grassland, a delicate body, suddenly like a willow in the wind, suddenly like a cold pine in the snow, sometimes drifting close, bright as the morning sun, sometimes flying away, light red as a summer lotus, bright eyes and teeth, looking forward to life, pear vortex smile, Hao quality is dew, tender, and fat-free powder.

A dzi swayed on her chest, the breeze chirped, and a pair of skillful hands like white jade took down the dzi and gently put it on Nangong Shaoyou's chest, sounding like a phoenix.

"Shaoyou, you are not allowed to take it in the future. ”