The shadows of the trees are deep, the stars are sinking, and the cool spring breeze blows through the grass and trees, making an eerie rustling sound.
There are actually only about twenty graves in this cemetery on the desolate slope. There are Ma Zhong who was the first to rescue Guan Dashi from death, Yang Sanlang who died in the defense battle of Taiyuan, and others who died when the village was short of doctors and medicines.
Some old and weak villagers died of illness.
There was nothing special about coming here during the day, but being alone here late at night was a bit scary. The woman kidnapped Guan Lin'er, threw her in front of a stone monument, and disappeared.
From being kidnapped to now, Guan Lin'er had countless questions and speculations in her mind, but she couldn't help it. Tears fell from her eyes like rain, but she couldn't make any sound. She vaguely remembered what her father had said about a kind of muscle-cutting in the world.
The technique of tapping acupuncture points can make the body sore and numb, and instantly lose the power of resistance. At this time, I feel extremely regretful: I didn't listen to my father's teachings and learn more boxing and kicking skills, so now I am controlled by others...
When she realized what she was doing, she had already brought her here. Thinking of the conversation she had with someone during a showdown more than half a month ago, she inevitably felt a little guilty in her heart.
Unintentionally, I glanced sideways at the inscribed inscription on the tombstone: "The tomb of my deceased husband, Mr. Sanlang of Yang Mansion". I couldn't help but feel shocked. Before I could take a breath, my eyes rolled over and I fainted.
After an unknown amount of time, someone's voice seemed to be heard in the distance. A cooler wind passed through the grass, blowing the withered and fine grass blades on Guan Lin'er's temples.
She woke up slowly, but her body was still weak. There were some itchy parts that she couldn't scratch. She was anxious and unspeakable, and she gradually started to sweat. Suddenly, her body was turned over, and a very familiar and handsome face was looking at her in surprise.
: "Lin'er...sister!"
The person who came was Yang Zhaoxi, and the surprise on his face had turned to anger. He turned his head and shouted: "Witch! Is this the 'big gift' you said! You actually kidnapped Sister Lin'er like this...
Come on, does she want to be a human being in the future?!"
Liu Xiaomu didn't take it seriously, with a smile as bright as a flower: "What? I gave you the girl Lin'er who you miss so much, doesn't it count as a 'big gift'? Alas! Good intentions are not rewarded, no wonder there are so many bad people in the world."
Yang Zhaoxi turned his head again and looked at Guan Lin'er, whose eyes were full of hatred and tears were flowing. He was as motionless as a puppet and could not make any sound. He knew it was Liu Xiaomu's "good deed". He had already stretched out his hand, thinking
The hand that was about to be loosened by Guan Lin'er was retracted: "Witch! What did you do to Lin'er's sister? Why doesn't she speak and can't move?!"
Liu Xiaomu came jumping up and said: "You don't understand this? It's so rare and strange. It's called 'poking the pulse and tapping the acupoints'! It's a commonly used method in the world, which can restrain people without harming their lives. It's really walking."
Jianghu is the necessary means to eliminate violence and bring peace to the people..."
"Quickly remove her acupuncture points! How could I not know? The blood vessels are blocked and the acupoints are sealed. Over time, the limbs will become stiff and dead, and they will be disabled from now on. Witch, you are so vicious!"
Yang Chaoxi couldn't calm down her grief and anger, and was about to explode, but thinking that she didn't know how to push the palace to relieve the acupuncture points, she had to suppress her anger and just urged her in a bad tone.
"Hey! Feeling distressed? Then please beg me! Maybe when my aunt is happy, she will be able to jump around after a few times. But... I worked hard to catch her, and you don't want to vent your anger and take revenge.
Really? Look, it’s such a pity to let such an exquisite and charming woman go... Well, other than that, you can do anything else. I’ll avoid it first, so I won’t disturb your reminiscing..."
"Come back!" Yang Zhaoxi was already furious, but the situation was stronger than others, so she had to kneel down, her eyes filled with coldness, "Aunt Xiaomu! I, please, you! Please help sister Lin'er to relieve her acupoints!"
As expected, Liu Xiaomu came back and looked at him with a smile: "Auntie promised you. But I hope you don't regret it!"
After saying that, Liu Xiaomu waved her jade hand and poked Guan Lin'er's body through the brocade quilt. After a few breaths, Guan Lin'er's graceful and delicate body was already squirming slightly.
Yang Chaoxi's eyes were red and full of apologies. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Guan Lin'er's neck moving slightly, her lips parted, and her snow-lotus-like arms had been pulled out of the brocade quilt at some unknown moment.
There was a crisp sound of "Pop!", and five more fingerprints appeared on Yang Chaoxi's left cheek, which were brightly red even in the dark night.
"I hate you! I hate you..." Guan Lin'er leaned against the tombstone, her jade fingers like peeled onion roots covered her lips, and she burst into tears.
Yang Chaoxi was stunned on the spot. Apart from the inexplicable panic in her heart, she was also filled with unspeakable sadness. For a moment, she didn't know what to say or what to do.
In a state of confusion, the crying stopped suddenly. Yang Chaoxi looked around suddenly, only to see that Liu Xiaomu's hand on Guan Lin'er's pink neck had already been withdrawn. His other hand supported the limp body and was about to pull her away.
Hold up.
"You killed sister Lin'er? Witch! I'm going to kill you!!" Yang Zhaoxi rushed forward to fight Liu Xiaomu with his bare hands.
However, after running a few steps, a stone thrown by her hit the numb muscle under her left knee. She lost one step and fell to the ground.
"Little Taoist priest, I know that you are so disconnected in your heart that you refuse to let it go. If you continue to be disconnected, you will be disturbed by it! If people in the world are as indecisive and merciful as you are, they will have ten lives, which is not enough for others.
Kill you and Guan Lin'er, let's stop here!" After Liu Xiaomu said this, he picked up Guan Lin'er and ran down the deserted slope.
Having seen Liu Xiaomu's cunning and willful demeanor, Yang Zhaoxi felt like a slap in the face when he was suddenly reprimanded righteously and sternly by her.
The words on the tombstone in front of him began to become clear. Yang Zhaoxi knelt down silently and kowtowed three times to his father's grave.
The morning light came in, but the snoring beside her was still there. Her misty eyes slowly opened, Guan Lin'er raised her head slightly, looked at the familiar scenery in the room, and then lay back down. Two lines of clear tears rolled down the corners of her eyes and fell on the pillow.
Last night was like a nightmare, and she saw the person she didn't want to face again. However, the dead grass on her temples seriously reminded her: it was not a dream.
As for the shameful and infuriating experience last night, she thought that she would keep it in her heart for the rest of her life and never mention it. Naturally, she would never forget it!
The large brocade quilt is covering herself and her husband named Niu Pang'er. Guan Lin'er is convinced that such a warm and practical morning is her most happy destination.
She opened her eyes, thinking about this, but Niu Pang'er suddenly turned over and hugged her.
Guan Lin'er's face turned red: "It's time to get up, stop making trouble!"
Niu Pang'er propped up half of his body, with a vulgar look on his face: "How did I perform last night?"
Guan Lin'er blushed and spat: "You fell asleep last night after taking off your clothes, and you couldn't wake up even if you pushed...it's nothing!"
Niu Pang'er seemed to be greatly doubted. He stared and said: "Hey! It's not bad! I didn't succeed last night, so now I'll double it and teach you what it means to be strong and powerful, to accumulate more and more..."
The daily life of the young couple is always so ordinary and boring...
However, Yang Chaoxi mistakenly thought that Liu Xiaomu had killed Guan Lin'er and taken away the body, as if he wanted to destroy the body and eliminate any traces, so he chased after her. He ran up and down, dodged left and right, and finally came to the brand new wooden fence thatched cottage.
Outside the hut was a tall wild jujube tree. Yang climbed on the tree day and night, watching Liu Xiaomu send Guan Lin'er in through the window. After a while, he flew out again. He paused slightly and landed on the wooden fence.
Outside, she smiled evilly at him, as if provoking: If you want revenge, come here!
Yang Chaoxi was so angry that he jumped down from the tree and swooped towards Liu Xiaomu like an eagle. Liu Xiaomu's figure was light and agile. He turned around slightly and ran away a few feet. He actually turned around and charged at him.
A grimace! Then a string of laughter sounded, and the ghost-like figure had already fled far away.
It's tolerable, but it's unbearable! Yang Chaoxi felt the overwhelming anger pouring out, mixed with the acquired Qi, and surging in his body. The acquired Qi overflowed from the nine orifices and pores, and quickly adhered to the limbs and bones,
The commonly used Bentu movement technique is actually a bit faster!
Liu Xiaomu was teasing him from the front, so he chased after him from behind. It was not until he had circled Yangliu Villa three times that Liu Xiaomu made a move to "fly straight up" and landed lightly on the roof of a certain hut.
After three breaths, Yang Chaoxi also chased after him. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but feel stunned:
This was clearly my own wooden hut with a wooden fence! The lights inside had been put out early, but I didn’t know if my mother had fallen asleep, so I had no choice but to do a cat-hop and land lightly in the courtyard. Then I hurried a few steps, stopped at the foot of the house on the left, and used
With a move called "Civet Climbing Tree", he climbed up along the foot of the house and stepped on the thick and soft roof.
Liu Xiaomu's smile grew stronger: "You want to take action, how about this place? I wonder what Aunt Lu feels."
Yang Chaoxi gritted her teeth and said in a lower voice: "You killed sister Lin'er, but you are still here to tease me in every possible way. Fellow Taoist like you... I will kill every one I see!"
Liu Xiaomu said as if nothing had happened: "Which of your eyes saw me killing people? Or in the eyes of your human race, the demon race is all murderous demons?"
Yang Chaoxi was furious: "Isn't it?! I saw with my own eyes that you broke sister Lin'er's neck bone with a palm knife, and you still dare to quibble here!"
Liu Xiaomu smiled helplessly: "You humans are the best at being suspicious, seeing is not necessarily believing. There are many misunderstandings that you take for granted that 'seeing is believing', but never take a closer look. To say the least, even if I kill her,
What can you do to me? Why should I waste my time here and lie to you? "
Yang Chaoxi was furious just now, but he had not confirmed Guan Lin'er's life or death. He just made a rough misjudgment and then became confused. So much so that he chased indiscriminately, but it was just "concern leads to chaos". At this moment, he came back to his senses.
Come, my heart moved slightly, and I couldn't help but feel that the enchantress in front of me actually had a beautiful heart. With just a few words, I was able to untie a knot in my heart. Even this wisdom was better than that of many people.
Seeing that his expression gradually softened, Liu Xiaomu said again: "Little Taoist priest, my aunt thinks that you should treat her as dead. After that, you will feel better."
Yang Zhaoxi sighed: "Aunt Xiaomu, I know you have good intentions about what happened tonight. However, our human race has to talk about 'propriety, justice and integrity' after all. If you do this, to our human race, it is really nonsense.
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Liu Xiaomu said, "If I say that what happened tonight was intentional, how should you think of me?"
After Yang Zhaoxi heard this, she was speechless for a moment. If she really meant it...it was a bit like "heavy codes are used in troubled times, and strong medicine is used for serious illnesses".
I just think that the person I once dreamed about is no longer the same as before. How can a few words make up for the desolate feeling that things have changed and people have changed?
There are three thousand illnesses in life, and only lovesickness cannot cure it! Yang Zhaoxi turned his head and wanted to say something more, but Liu Xiaomu had long disappeared. Only his hair was blown away in the wind.
It was a sleepless night, and I felt lost. I sat up in my clothes, held a candle, and sat blankly in front of the wooden table in the outer room. My thoughts were wandering, and I thought of Guan Lin'er's determination for a while, and my mother's difficulties for a while.
:
My mother went to pick mulberry leaves in the morning, and I heard she was exhausted. She was sleeping deeply and soundly at the moment. Maybe she was still an unkempt "Xi'er" in her dream, which made her feel satisfied and happy.
Unlike the current self, which always makes her worried and frightened... The thread in the hands of the loving mother, the clothes on the wanderer's body, are closely stitched before leaving, fearing that she will return later... At this point, I am already crying.
A wisp of wind penetrated through the gap in the firewood door, causing the lamp to panic. Yang Chaoxi felt something in his heart, found paper and pen from the rattan box, and wrote down word by word:
Yesterday's dream was not real, the lamp fell on you.
The Japanese in leisurely makeup wear their buns, wandering beside the Xiaoxiang Gate.
The pain of love hurts the heart, and the soul is tired of remembering the past.
In the Qiongxiang Garden, there are always flower watchers.