Thousands of troops come to meet each other

Author: Bai Xia

Thousands of troops come to meet each other

"I won't leave! If I can't save Hua Ling, I will never leave!"

Tao Yue'er was so anxious that the woodcutter sighed and sat by the bed. Seeing Tao Yue'er's excitement, he told Tao Yue'er a story.

He said: "In Wuyi Lane, on the Jade Bamboo Fan, and beside the Suzaku Bridge, the grave of a woman who died with hatred is full of crimson flowers. People passing by will be confused by her obsession and fall into the gentle land. In the end, even the bones are

Can’t even find it.”

"The Tomb of Flowers is Jihua... no, it's Yin Hanshuang's tomb, right?"

When Tao Yue'er mentioned the word 'Hanshuang', the woodcutter's expression tightened obviously: "Do you know Hanshuang? She even told you this?"

Tao Yue'er didn't care about the woodcutter's panic, and only expressed her doubts: "Hanshuang, when did she die?"

The woodcutter lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "If you do the math, it's been nearly thirty years."

"Thirty years!" Tao Yue'er exclaimed, "Why hasn't her body rotted yet?"

"Those who are bewitched will become her food, so that she can live a long and prosperous life, and their bodies will not rot." When the woodcutter spoke, there was an almost pilgrim light in his eyes.

"Absurd!" Tao Yue'er slapped her palm on the table: "She is already dead, how can she live a long life?"

"As long as Jihua Tower exists, she will never die. As long as I am still in this world, I will keep her body safe."

"You are deceiving yourself!" Tao Yue'er looked at him with stern eyes, and then quickly realized something and became a little panicked: "No, you are not an ordinary woodcutter, you are Jiehua's slave, who are you?

?”

At this time, the woodcutter's wrinkled face had returned to calm, and he said calmly: "He's just a dying old man."

"You..." Tao Yue'er was not sure and asked tentatively: "Are you Song Li?"

When the woodcutter heard this, he trembled all over again: "I'm not!" This time, he was not as calm as before.

The woodcutter stood up, quickly walked to the door, picked up the ax and pointed it at Tao Yue'er: "Quickly go! Get out of here!" When he mentioned Song Li, he was even angrier than Jiehua.

Tao Yue'er was frightened by his appearance at first, but soon understood: if he were not Song Li, he would not be so excited.

"You are Song Li! You are Hanshuang's husband. You failed her and made her like this, right?" Tao Yue'er approached Song Li.

"I'm not!" Song Li waved his ax in the air, and he tried his best to prevent Tao Yue'er from approaching him: "Don't force me! Get out! Get out—!"

"Song Li! Come with me to see Hanshuang. Only you can save Hua Ling!" Tao Yue'er saw that Song Li didn't really want to kill her, so she quickly dodged his ax and held his hand.

: "Don't you want to see Han Shuang?"

"I don't want to!" Song Li's eyes were red, and he picked up the ax frantically and chopped at Tao Yue'er's shoulder.

Tao Yue'er dodged and avoided the fate of having his arm broken, but a bloody splatter was still pulled open on his shoulder.

"This, you forced me to do this! If you don't leave, I will let you become one of those millions of dead souls!" There was obvious guilt on the woodcutter's face. Obviously, he was not good at harming others.

He may not have really harmed a few people.

Realizing this, Tao Yue'er became much calmer.

"Don't run away anymore." Tao Yue'er fell by the door, enduring the pain, and consoled her: "Hanshuang has been looking for you! It's been thirty years, and you still don't plan to see her?"

"She has been looking for me?" Song Li was stunned and said: "No, no, she will never want to see Song Li again! He failed her, he killed her!"

"Bang!" Song Li's ax fell to the ground, and he also fell to the ground, hiding his face and crying.

"She let me out just so that I could find you. I beg you, come with me to see her!"

"How to meet her?" Song Li raised her head and looked at Tao Yue'er with a painful expression: "I have guarded her in the Flower Tomb for twenty years, but I have never entered the Flower Tomb. Please tell me, how should I meet her?

she?"

"Can't you get in?" Tao Yue'er was stunned and asked in surprise: "Isn't it you who sent me and Hua Ling in?"

Song Li shook her head: "I haven't done anything. The only thing I can do is to take care of this ten-mile sea of ​​flowers so that she can sleep in the most beautiful place."

"Then how do you know about Jiehua Tower?"

"That's what the survivors said."

Song Li's eyes were hollow and he said sadly: "They saw all the romance and beautiful love affairs in the Yuhua Tower. They said that the most beautiful person in the Yuhua Tower was named Yuhua. She always wore scarlet clothes and held a handful of white jade bamboo in her hand.

Jie Umbrella, what's on top of that umbrella are these crimson albizia flowers all over the mountains and plains."

"However, this does not mean that Yuhua is Hanshuang." If Tao Yue'er had not heard Hua Ling's story, she would not be sure.

After Tao Yue'er finished speaking, Song Li took a deep breath and said, "They also said that there is a colorful scar on Jiehua's lower back. It feels uneven and looks like a burn."

Song Li covered her face and wiped away her tears: "Those were the scars she got accidentally burned by the groom Yan Qing when she was a child. Doesn't that prove her identity? If someone says that, I won't take it to heart.

But over the years, several people have mentioned that I can see Yuhua’s appearance from their mouths..."

Song Li said and burst into tears.

The people in the tomb wanted to find Song Li, but Song Li kept lingering outside the door, unable to get in. Not only that, but they also heard about her charming love affairs with other men from time to time.

Tao Yue'er could feel his grief, but didn't know how to comfort him.

"The evil spirit is so strong. If I don't stop it, I'm afraid I will become a demon!" At this moment, a female voice like a silver bell came from outside the door, as well as a series of footsteps.

Tao Yue'er stood up and turned around, and saw four people wearing moon-white clothes walking quickly. The leading woman held a long sword in her hand and pushed open the door with a fierce momentum.

"Who sent the flare just now? Is it you?" The woman pointed her sword and looked at Tao Yue'er.

The visitor made Tao Yue'er feel a little confused. Her facial features were exactly the same as Chen Qiubi's, but her aura would never make her mistake her for the wrong person.

The woman's eyebrows are firm and clear-cut, and her facial features carry a sense of heroism. She is full of pride in every move she makes. She is very different from the frail Chen Qiubi. The three men behind her also look weak compared to her, and they are obviously hers.

attendant.

"I want to ask you, are you mute?" The woman shouted with a fierce look in her eyes.

Tao Yue'er came back to her senses and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, it's me." Tao Yue'er recognized it. They were all disciples of the Xuanqing Sect and came after seeing the signal flare.

"Who are you? What is your relationship with Senior Brother Hanyu?" The woman was aggressive and seemed to care about Ji Hanyu very much.

Tao Yue'er bowed and saluted, and begged: "My name is Tao Yue'er, and I am a friend of Mr. Ji. Before he left, he left a signal bomb for me, saying that as long as I am in trouble, someone will come to help me. Dear heroes, you

Are you here to help me?"
Chapter completed!