Chapter 55 Parting with Injury and Entering Kunlun

The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Affectionate parting since ancient times, it is even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to!

It's hard to say goodbye when you meet, and it's been the case since ancient times.

At the mouth of the valley, the autumn wind is whining, and the dead leaves are flying. Occasionally, the mournful cry of a jackdaw resounded through the sky.

Even if some people are childhood sweethearts, they have no guesses, but in the end they are still fated, but even if some people meet in a hurry, they can fall in love at first sight. It's really 'fate to meet thousands of miles away, but there is no chance to meet on the other side'.

Song Qingshu and Youlan were speechless for each other, although they only got along for a few days, but in their hearts, they were deeply imprinted with each other.

The other party's beauty, like the temperament of the hollow valley, the sassy and heroic posture when he practiced swordsmanship, or a smile appeared in Song Qingshu's mind.

Youlan was also reluctant to look at the man in front of him who had just gotten along for a few days, thinking that he would not be easily emotional, but after talking again and again, competing again and again, his handsome and chic, humorous, well-informed, and well-informed Youlan shook her head and completely suppressed these in her heart.

He smiled faintly and said, "Song Gongzi, it's not too early, today is different, he will be in the rivers and lakes in the future." ”

"Do you still call me Song Gongzi?" Song Qingshu's deep voice made Youlan, who pretended to be plain, face stiffen.

After being silent for a while, he whispered a little shyly, "Qingshu!"

"Huh. Although it was the time of parting, Song Qingshu still couldn't stop the joy in his heart when he heard Youlan's call.

After a few words, the two fell silent again. Although it is said that 'it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes'. However, 'as soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world'. People who love each other, especially young men and women who are in love, how can they have such a bland mentality? The so-called 'one day is like three autumns', and if you leave today, you don't know when you can zaijian.

"If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? Song Qingshu pretended to be relaxed and said, "When I come back this time, I will come to see you." ”

"I'll wait for you. I didn't say much, but it was just three simple words that encompassed everything.

Song Qingshu glanced at Youlan deeply, gritted his teeth, turned around and left, and did not look back. He was afraid that if he turned around, the thought that had just arisen would probably never be there again.

It's just that in life, there are always some things that can't be missed, and today's parting is also the beginning of his reunion

Kunlun Mountain, also known as Kunlun Xu, China's first sacred mountain, the mountain of ten thousand ancestors, Kunlun Hill or Jade Mountain. The large mountain system in central Asia is also the backbone of the mountain system in western China. It stretches from the eastern part of the Pamir Plateau in the west, traverses Xinjiang and Tibet, and extends to Qinghai, with a total length of about 2,500 kilometers, an average altitude of 5,500-6,000 meters, a width of 130-200 kilometers, and a total area of more than 500,000 square kilometers in the west and a wide east width. Mount Kunlun has a prominent position of "the ancestor of ten thousand mountains" in the cultural history of the Chinese nation, and the ancients called Kunlun Mountain the "ancestor of the dragon vein" of China.

Ancient mythology believed that there was a fairy "Queen Mother of the West" living in Kunlun Mountain, with a human head and a leopard body, served by two blue birds. It is the Taoist god, and the prince of the East is in charge of the male and female cultivation of immortals.

On this day, at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, a young man of about twenty years old came, dressed in white, carrying a long sword on his back, and holding a little black donkey.

Standing at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, Song Qingshu couldn't help but think of the record of Kunlun in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas": the south of the West Sea, the shore of quicksand, after the red water, and before the black water, there is a big mountain, called the hill of Kunlun. There is a god, a human face and a tiger body, there is a text and a tail, all white, and it is dealt with. There is an abyss of weak water under it, and there is a mountain of fire outside it. Some people have hoopoes, tiger teeth, leopard tails, holes, and the name is the Queen Mother of the West. This mountain has everything. (Great Wilderness West Longitude)

The void of Kunlun in the sea, in the northwest, the capital under the emperor. The void of Kunlun, eight hundred miles square, ten thousand miles high. There is a wooden he, a long five fathoms, and a large five circumferences. And there are nine wells, with jade as the threshold. There are nine gates on the face, and the door is guarded by enlightened beasts, where the gods are. In the rock of the eight corners, on the occasion of the red water, non-Renyi can not go to the rock of the gang. (Hainai West Longitude)

Song Qingshu sighed, and was about to go up the mountain, when he suddenly heard a terrible dog barking, and then a delicate voice shouted: "General Right, come back quickly!"

Song Qingshu heard this voice, his heart was shocked, and he said secretly: "Isn't it her?"

In Kunlun Mountain, the dog called the right general, the female voice, just by virtue of these three points, Song Qingshu understood who it was.

Zhu Jiuzhen, Zhu Wu Lianhuanzhuang, the daughter of the owner Zhu Changling. He is the descendant of Zhu Ziliu, a disciple of the master of Nandi Yideng. He likes to train fierce dogs to bite people, and names fierce dogs "generals".

Sure enough, after a while, he saw a fierce mastiff more than half a person tall running towards him from afar, his bloody mouth wide open, and his eyes were fierce.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu smiled uncontrollably, if he had seen this kind of ferocious dog in his previous life, how far would he have hidden, but now, if he was frightened by a dog, I am afraid that he would not have to mix. Just pull out the hair and strangle it, so as not to stay in the world and be embarrassed.

Song Qingshu stood in place for a long time, ignoring the mastiff in front of him, but raised his eyes to look at the group of people who came from afar behind the mastiff.

At this moment, the mastiff seemed to find that the enemy in front of him seemed to look down on him, and he couldn't help but be furious and screamed, and then saw the mastiff kick his hind legs violently, jumped out of the distance, and kicked again, and pounced towards Song Qingshu with his teeth and claws.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead. Song Qingshu snorted coldly and defined the mastiff in front of him in his heart. Just as he was about to make a move, at this moment, a black hoof suddenly stretched out from his side, and instantly kicked the mastiff in the abdomen.

I only heard a terrible scream from the mastiff, and then flew backwards, sliding on the ground for several meters before stopping. Lying on the ground and convulsing a few times, he didn't move. Apparently he couldn't live.

Song Qingshu didn't care about the life and death of mastiffs at all. On the contrary, he praised the little black donkey beside him.

"Well, he is not afraid of strong enemies, he is faithful to the Lord, and his courage is commendable, and he is worthy of praise. Song Qingshu patted the head of the black charcoal.

Hei Tan also nodded, seemingly agreeing with Song Qingshu's statement. Seeing Song Qingshu, it was a burst of hahadaxiao again.