Volume Three, Yinjiang, Chapter Seventy-Eighth, Looking for a Dream at the North Window
The surface of the lake is much wider than imagined. It is arid and has few water sources in the vast desert. Unexpectedly, there is such a piece of jasper carved by heaven hidden in it. When the sunlight hits it, it is so clear that you can see the water several feet deep. Lake bottom.
Qingqing held the big stone fished from the bottom of the lake every day and kept banging it here and there.
Holding Shitou in her arms, Qingqing only felt cold for the first few days. Like two old friends who could not speak. Although they had thousands of emotions when they met, they were all blocked in their hearts. They were so sad that they couldn't talk to each other. They didn't know. After drifting on the lake for a long time, Qingqing just sat cross-legged day and night. The edges and corners on the surface of the stone gradually faded away, and her heart seemed to have a temperature, with strands of residual heat dissipating into the palm of her hand.
It didn't take long for Qing Qing to know the images of Gong Shang Jiao and Zheng Yu on and off the boulder by heart.
There was no resting place in the boat. When Qingqing felt sleepy, he lay down on a big rock to rest for a while. When he woke up, he continued to knock gently and skillfully. His wet and cold clothes had been dried by the scorching desert sun, and everywhere around him was The knife wound miraculously healed, scabbed, and continued to improve at an astonishing speed.
Although Gongshu Yi was silent, he watched Qing Qing's face become rosier day by day, but he couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Such a serious injury is about to heal in just a few days. Could it be that there is something mysterious about Li Zhushi God?" Did you get a new purpose?"
The raging fire was scorching the sand. Gongshu Yi tied the boat to the shore, muttering something in a low voice, while turning his body over and lying on the beach in the fire. The poisonous hairpin on his back had been pulled out, but At the wound, black and purple blood was still spreading like spider threads, clearly visible.
Gongshu Yi pressed her arms hard, raised his foot and stepped on Xingwei's back, causing her whole body to sink suddenly. Xingwei coughed violently for a few times, and then spit out a mouthful of black blood with a "wow" sound.
I don't want to be in a remote desert, but there is such a secret recipe for treating poison and healing.
As everyone knows, snakes, scorpions and poisonous weeds are the most common in the desert. Therefore, from the princes and princesses in Yi Ya Mo to the migratory herdsmen, they are all familiar with the method of treating poisonous wounds with fire that has been passed down from generation to generation. Maybe Gong Shu Yi just used too much force. , complaining that he coughed up a mouthful of blood, he lay in his uncle’s arms and cried loudly:
"Uncle...my arm hurts!"
"Did you just sprain it with force?" Gongshu Yi lowered his head and looked at the shoulder blades held tightly in Qingqi's hands. A rare gentle look flashed in his eyes for a moment, "Don't cry if Qingqiu... uncle will rub it for you."
Qingqing sat far away in the boat, feeling that the heat of the fire was already being transferred around her body, and the warmth made her pain lessened. The red fire shot up three or four feet high, and the swaying light of the fire shone on her face. The young girl was not afraid at all, she lay in her uncle's arms, smacked her lips and fell asleep.
Looking at the brightest light and shadow in the fire jumping briskly, Qingqing somehow felt a line of tears fall from her eyes.
Knocking stones in her hands, Qingqing quietly knocked out a string of triplet sounds in the deep silence. The moonlight was particularly clear tonight, as if every star was looking towards the earth. Qingqing raised her head and smiled, A string of melody scattered from the hand into the quiet night sky, but he couldn't stop the tears from falling one after another, completely wetting the blood-colored turbid clothes.
"The wind and moon are gone, and the travelers from the north feel sorry for themselves. Who knows the leisure time in the music... Thousands of sorrows of traveling are condensed in the pouring sun and moon. It is indeed the "Jiang River" of the third prince..."
Qingqing was immersed in the melody wholeheartedly and had no idea what kind of music was flowing out of her hands. When she heard Gong Shuyi's sudden words, she suddenly came back to her senses. The smooth and soothing melody was suddenly interrupted, and Qingqing stared at herself.
hand——
I accidentally played the familiar song "Jianghe".
Gongshu Yi stared at the stone in his arms, a chill shooting out of his eyes, as if he was trying to find out the traces of the third prince from a piece of music. After a long time, he narrowed his eyes and sighed slightly: "Use a
In exchange for a son, the price is too high."
"What did you say?" Qingqing was surprised.
"Humph" sneered, Gongshu Yi turned and walked away: "Yi doesn't know what the score collection in the white jade flute is. However, you and your flute are not worth the old master's son to exchange for!" said
Then, the huge fire burning on the beach crackled with sporadic sparks, and then extinguished in a blink of an eye, and the entire Yaiya Desert fell into boundless darkness again.
Xingxing, did you know from the very beginning when you wrote that sentence "The clouds are rising and the fog is rising, and the dead are still sand" that your feelings were nothing more than an exchange?
Although Qing Qing was tossing and turning, he couldn't figure out what Gongshu Yi's words meant. He wanted to ask a few questions, but when he saw his face was cold and cold, like a piece of ice in the vast desert, he returned to his own.
Dismissed such thoughts.
Just as I was feeling relieved, I couldn't help but notice that my breath was smooth, and the energy in my Dantian seemed to have improved a lot during this big stone music.
Her own listening skills were getting better and better. Before long, Qingqing was able to secretly knock out the same sound on the big stone even as Gongshu Yi shook the ripples on the water. Holding the white jade flute, Qingqing quietly
Jing felt that for a moment, his internal energy was transmitted from the tail of the flute to the head of the flute. The strength was slow and strong, and he just thought it was because he had been practicing diligently these days.
It's just that Qingqing never showed these improvements in front of Gongshu Yi's eyes, but he kept bouldering day after day.
"Mother... complain about fear..."
Hearing this whisper, Qingqing woke up suddenly and straightened up from the big stone she was holding. After a closer look, she saw that Xingwei was standing at the stern of the boat, with her young body standing staggering and mouthing
I don’t know what they are saying silently.
Gongshu Yi lay on his side on the bow of the boat, sleeping with his clothes on, and seemed not to hear the murmurings in his mouth.
Qingqing turned her head in the darkness, her back still facing her, facing the clear shadow on the vast lake. For some reason, she kept whispering in a low voice. But those words seemed to be spoken in a dream, intermittently, even though Qingqing was
Even though she was concentrating on her ears, she couldn't understand. Being careful not to let the boat rock, Qingqing quietly came behind Qingchui and asked:
"Liu Liu, what are you afraid of?"
Ignoring what she asked, I stood stiffly, half of my little feet already protruding from the edge of the boat. She was still repeating in a low voice the words that Qing Qing had already heard: "Mom, I'm really scared... those eyes are so scary."
I can't stop looking at Xiang Qingqing..." When Qingqing heard this, she was secretly shocked: Many eyes, could it be the Thousand Eyes Wall that Master forbids me to open my eyes to see?
I don't know how creepy the "Thousand Eyes Wall" of the owner of Wuling Tomb is, but it's just something that Ziqin didn't allow Qingqing to see. Qingqing wanted to come because he wanted to scare the child. So he took it and complained.
into his arms, whispered in her ear:
"Don't be afraid. Sister Linghu is here. There are no eyes here..."
It's just that Qingqing seemed to be frozen and unable to move. When Qingqing pulled her, she swayed from side to side at first, then "plopped" and almost fell in front of Qingqing. Qingqing felt a chill creep up her spine and held her hand.
My little hands are as cold as stones at the bottom of a lake.
Qingqing suddenly felt that Qingwei's stiff appearance looked very much like one of the dolls made by Gong Shuyi.
Although Qingqing's body fell on Qingqing's side, she didn't turn her head. Her eyes were still looking straight towards the wider area of the lake. "Mother..." Qingwei called out again, "That wall
There are a lot of people on the Internet, my mother said, so that they can always accompany Qiu Wei and watch her..."
"There are people from the mountains, and there are also people with the same surname as my sister, whose surname is Linghu..."
People named Linghu!
I don’t know whether it was Tong Yan Wuji or what I had seen with my own eyes - I didn’t expect that the trophies collected by the owner of Wu Mausoleum in the competition were among Qingqing’s own seniors on Lirong Mountain! Qingqing was only afraid of complaining and getting more and more into nightmares.
The deeper he went, he grabbed her shoulders, raised his voice quickly, and shook her young body: "Tingchu, this is a nightmare, wake up!"
The little girl's arms were shaking hard, as if she was eager to break free from Qingqing's restrained arms. After pushing for a while, she was shouting "Mom, tell me you're scared" while grinning and giggling.
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He was smiling and laughing, with snot running into his mouth, but he was still dancing, as if he was about to fall into the lake in a moment.
"Come on!" Qing Qing pulled her back to reality with a strong tug.
Unexpectedly, when he complained about the pain, he suddenly stopped laughing and turned his head slowly. His eyes were round and staring, and his bright black eyes were emitting a dazzling light like bright pearls. The corners of his mouth were curled up on both sides of his red cheeks.
——
That was an arc that a little girl would never have when she smiled.
At this time, Suiwei was standing in front of Qingqing. She didn't know where the child who was so frightened and cried when being flown away by a folding fan went. Like a soul without a body, it suddenly broke away from Qingqing's arms.
Qingqing was stunned by this strange situation. As soon as he let go, before he could react for a moment, he was pushed hard by Sui Chui.
The girl's strength was several times greater than expected. Although she was not injured, Qingqing was caught unawares and almost fell backwards on the board of the boat.
Before Qingqing could cry out, Qingqing suddenly jumped up with her feet together, and her whole body fell onto the shore of the lake that was half sand and half water. But the girl got up on her own in the blink of an eye, heading towards the desert getting further and further away from the boat.
ran away deep down.
Qingqing didn't even bother to turn around and wake up Gong Shuyi, so he jumped out of the boat in one breath and chased in the direction where the little girl's back disappeared.
"Yi'er." An unknown gentle voice sounded in his ears, and his body was pushed back and forth by a gentle force. "Yi'er, wake up quickly!" Gongshu Yi opened his eyes and realized that the burning
The sun is scattered on itself, and it is already bright.
Rubbing his eyes, he wondered why he fell asleep at this time.
"Yi'er!" The gentle voice just now was mixed with a bit of anxiety. Gongshu Yi turned around and found sister Yang Wei standing next to him with her belly stretched out. Another small boat was hung not far away.
It must be that my sister came back from repairing the Baiyin Qin and somehow found herself here. Yang Su frowned slightly and asked anxiously: "Why are you alone?"
Gongshu Yizhan stretched his body, but felt that he had no strength. His whole body was sore and uncomfortable, and his eyelids were still trembling. He managed to pull himself together and told Yang: "Yigang took the Linghu demon... Linghu
The disciples of the family should sleep with Qiu Sui..."
At the end of the last sentence, Gongshu Yi couldn't help but stop his sentence and looked blankly at the end of the boat. Yang Su also followed his gaze and looked -
The sky above the boat was empty except for a large stone standing quietly in the center.