The bonfire was raised, the tent was set up, the mushroom soup was boiling in the pot, and the six tenants in Room A51 sat together in the quiet grassland embraced by the mountains, each thinking about their own thoughts.
From time to time, Jonah peeked at Jekong diagonally across from him. The southerner's eyes were as empty as ever, and his expression was unclear on his face wrapped in a scarf.
"Sister Long, let's sing a song." Xibi leaned next to Toba, hugged her knees, and said coquettishly to Long Ji.
"Second," Elliot said.
Long Ji looked at Jonah noncommittally. Jonah couldn't help but avoid the oriental woman's gaze.
Long Ji smiled. "Okay, what do you want to hear?"
"That's the one about a beautiful fairy!" Sibi shouted, raising her hands.
"I know." Long Ji stood up and walked gently to the crowd, "This song is called 'Mountain Ghost'."
The moonlight shines on her long hair like splashing ink, and the silver bells in the hairline ring sweetly. Long Ji looks at the distant mountains and sings softly:
If someone comes to the mountain.
He was taken over by Xili Xi and his daughter Luo.
It is both suitable to look at and laugh at.
I admire you for being so kind and graceful.
Riding on a red leopard, we followed Wenli.
The carriages of Xinyi and Gui flags are forming.
Shi Lanxi took Du Heng with him.
The fragrance is fragrant and the thoughts are left behind.
The rest of the place is secluded and the sky is nowhere to be seen.
The road is dangerous and difficult, and I will come alone later.
The table is independent on the mountain.
The clouds are graceful and beautiful below.
The sky is dim and the Qiang day is dim.
The east wind carries the rain of gods.
If you stay in spiritual cultivation, you will forget to return home.
Now that the age is over, who is the most beautiful one?
Picking three beautiful things in the mountains.
Shi Leilei and Ge Manman.
I resent the young master and forget to return home.
You miss me so much that you have no time to spare.
The people in the mountains are as beautiful as Du Ruo.
Drink from a stone spring shaded by pines and cypresses.
You are thinking of me, but you are suspicious.
Thunder fills the rain.
The squaw chirps again at night.
The wind rustled and the trees rustled.
I miss you, but I am worried about you."
The song was graceful, with the first line floating in the wilderness at night, and the next line curling up in the moonlight. Jonah couldn't understand the lyrics sung in the ancient oriental language, but from Long Ji's distant chant, he could clearly hear the woman's gnawing at the man's bones. thoughts.
Long Ji spun lightly, spread her arms, and sang the ancient and desolate tune again in the common language of Xiandalu: "
I passed by the top of the mountain.
Wearing wisteria.
Eyes with a smile.
Graceful posture.
I ride a red leopard and carry a civet.
Hoist the sweet-scented osmanthus flag on the chariot.
Dressed in vanilla.
The folded flowers represent my lovesickness.
I'm in the bamboo forest and can't see the blue sky.
Walking alone in danger.
Standing on the mountains.
Watch the clouds spread out beneath your feet.
Day turns to night.
The gods sent heavy rain.
The fairy drifted away.
As time goes by, who can be beautiful forever?
I pick ambrosia.
Look at the vines coiling among the rocks.
You miss me and forget to go home.
Do you miss me? When will you come?
I am in the mountains, and the vanilla is green.
Drink from mountain springs and shelter in the shade of pine trees.
Do you miss me? I can't think clearly. I can't think clearly.
Thunder is rolling and heavy rain is coming.
The apes are chirping and the night is dark.
The strong wind blew and the fallen leaves flew.
I miss you so much, I miss you so much!
——Trouble abounds.”
Long Ji's graceful shadow was like an ancient mountain fairy dancing in the moonlight. Elliot flicked his sword to make peace, and bright spots of light flew away from the corners of Long Ji's eyes and merged into the vast night sky.
Jonah understood. That man, the man whom Long Ji had unknown to search for all over the world, that mysterious man who didn’t know where he was or what he was doing, was a deep scar in Long Ji’s heart. There was no trace of this longing. Sweet, only painful; the pain was so painful that even Jonathan felt the same bitterness.
Jonah realized that the seeds of his admiration for Long Ji had been planted in his heart, but this woman was destined to be unable to hold another man in her heart. The seventeen-year-old astrologer's apprentice clenched his fists, and a feeling of sympathy and despair filled his nose.
It was quiet at the end of the song, and no one applauded.
Toba was already snoring, Xibi tilted his little head, falling into inexplicable emotions, and Yekong looked into the distance, his eyes reflecting the moonlight, and he seemed to be a little more popular. "I'm going to sleep first." Long Ji turned around and walked away.
Entering the tent, Elliot and Jonah looked at each other and sighed at the same time.
"We will rest first and replace you in the middle of the night. Please pay attention to safety." Rose Knight said, patting the unicorn's head and riding the beast into the darkness.
The ones responsible for keeping vigil were Yona and Xibi. The little woman was still in a daze. Yona found that his heart was more likely to feel sour when he was alone, so he walked over and patted Xibi on the shoulder: "Hey, are you okay?"
"Brother, I don't know much about love." Xibi stared at him with green eyes and said in a daze.
"I don't understand either." Jonah sat down next to her. The two of them were silent together. The bonfire was roaring and was about to go out.
Jonah used a wooden stick to carve star formations on the ground. For some reason, he was particularly focused. Five minutes later, he pressed his hands on the ground and silently recited: "Everything in the world is the projection of the stars on the ecliptic. We survive, possess, communicate, inherit, and create."
, management, sharing, change, transcendence, realization, communication and introspection, all are looked down upon by the starry sky. Be in awe and always look up. Please lend me your strength from the starry sky!”
The string of the star thread was plucked silently, and a bright orange light was projected on the bonfire, but the combustion-supporting effect that Jonah expected did not appear. The "scorching starlight" neatly cut the fire and the pot on it like a sharp blade.
It split into two halves and stretched far away, plowing a long, deep furrow in the dark wilderness.
The mushroom soup was spilled and the campfire was completely extinguished. Jonah stayed there, and Toba was still snoring.
"Pah", Jonah received a slap on the back of his head, Xibi stared: "What should I do if I want to cook a midnight snack?"
"I wanted to light a fire, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful." Jonah stammered in explanation.
"That's a big fart." Xibi snorted through his nose, "But it's kind of cool. As a reward, I'll tell you the second half of the story."
"The story of Jekong?"
"nonsense."
"He's right next to him, isn't he?"
"Never mind him."
Xibi glanced at Jekong, who was sitting there blankly, and then spoke to himself:
Ye Kong hid under the water, waiting for the enemy to appear. He didn't know how long he waited, but suddenly he felt the vibration of the water waves. Looking up from the bottom of the water, everything was distorted. He could vaguely see a group of people running out of the Mausoleum of Prince Moro.
He rushed toward the city gate with chaotic steps. There were a few splashes of water, and pink ripples appeared in the lake above his head. A shiny object slowly sank. Ye Kong stretched out his hand to catch it. It was a cut-off--more
Like the tip of a sword being sawed off.
Ye Kong waved his sword to stir up the water in the lake, which rose rapidly. With a splash, the water broke through the water and he jumped up high. He saw a horse and a man alone on the corridor. A brown heavily armored war horse, with a one-armed man in full iron armor standing on the saddle.
The general and the one-armed man were sheathing their swords, and the corpses of the Temple Protector Jialan and the monks were scattered into a bloody fan shape.
Ye Kong gathered his body in the air and shot towards the one-armed man like an arrow. The one-armed man had his back turned to him, but he was completely aware of the assassin's actions. With a flash of lightning, the extremely long serrated knife drew a twisted half
Arc, the swords intersected with a crackling sound, Ye Kong and him passed each other, and the rusty sword drew a dazzling spark on the opponent's heavy armor.
"Yamaraja?" Jekong turned around and took a defensive posture, wiped the water on his face, and shouted sharply.
With a clang, Ye Kong's broken sword tip fell to the ground. The rusty sword failed to cut through the thick armor. The one-armed man stood on the horse and turned around, with the long sword under his feet.
"It's me." His voice buzzed in the ferocious iron mask, spitting out hot air like a steaming kettle.
One of the seven pagan demigod generals sneaked in to assassinate the king alone. Ye Kong's whole body trembled with fear and excitement. What better opportunity to avenge the leader than now? He leaned down and hid the broken sword in
Behind him, the chest rises and falls slowly according to the secret breathing method of the Maha Prajna Temple, and every muscle is shaking slightly, looking for the harmonious rhythm of movement in the way of heaven.
"Who are you?" the legendary demigod general in charge of death asked vaguely and hotly.
"Nobody." Yekong exhaled and inhaled, gradually slowly, gradually pressing his mind and body into a round shape in his Dantian area.
Yamaraja did not wait for him to finish accumulating momentum. The war horse rushed towards the sunset with a hoof and a long neigh. The demigod general stood firmly on the horse with a serrated sword under his feet, and stretched out his palms covered with sharp armor leaves.
""Nine Lights"... Mingwang Spear..." Ye Kong stepped on the marble corridor and moved forward like a shadow against the ground. He suddenly threw his sword in the air, formed the Karma Seal, placed his left fist on his navel, and made a wish with his right hand.
It can be seen that his right arm has accumulated a layer of astonishingly hot golden-red flames. "...Shoot!" He pushed with his right hand, and a fierce wind circle burst into the air, and the flames shot out like a spear.
"Ah!" Yamaraja's eyes behind the mask shot out black light, and his feet kicked down suddenly. The war horse screamed and fell to the ground with its spine broken. The demigod general jumped up high with a serrated knife, and the King of Ming's spear pointed
The whistle passed under his feet and shot into the clear sky.
""Nine Lights"... Baozhuangchu..." Yekong straightened up and performed the hand seal of Tathagata with the sound of drum and thunder, "...break!" With a loud shout, a huge diamond demon-subduing pestle appeared on his head.
The phantom crashed down with a bang, like a drum, gravel flew in the center of the corridor, waves surged, the seven-foot-long white marble corridor shattered and sank to the bottom of the water, Ye Kong stepped back two steps lightly with his toes, and caught it
With a long sword, he stood by the broken bridge and looked up.
Yamaraja's huge figure in heavy armor was in the air. Seeing that he had no way to use his strength to get into the water, he said, "Ah!" The demigod general paused in the air, and blazing steam spewed out from every gap in the heavy armor. It was actually in the void.
After walking three steps, he grabbed the long serrated knife and smashed it down on his head and face with the fierce wind.
Jekong took another two steps back, and Yamaraja stepped hard on the tunnel with his left foot. He wanted to take a step up and cut again, but the broken tunnel could not support his weight and a large part collapsed. The demigod general fell into the lake along with the rubble.
, splashing into large waves. It was like a red-hot iron block entering the water, and the water surface was filled with steam.
Yekong held his sword on guard. Twenty-seven Buddha statues watched the battle in the lake without saying a word. Yekong suddenly thought, the Master said yesterday that he had a chance meeting with her today, where would she be now?
The lake exploded, and Yamaraja stepped out of the water with his bare hands, stepping on the gravel. His whole body was covered with steam, like a demon in a furnace. That was the moment! Jekong shouted and accelerated forward, spinning his steps to avoid the huge blow.
He nailed his fist on the back of the demigod general and used all his energy and strength to slash Yamaraja's neck with his sword.
The sky is full of gods and Buddhas, protect me.
However, the gods and Buddhas did not open their eyes. The long sword turned into pieces of iron with a clanking sound. The enemy's neck armor did leave deep scars, but that was all. The next moment, Yamaraja's one-armed man caught him.
His head was violently knocked to the ground, and Jekong's eyes turned black and red, and he spurted out a mouthful of steaming blood.