Tianbao Fuyao Lu: 15|The past is blurred

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"So, I have to go back to that room to see... Hongjun?"

Li Jinglong frowned, everyone looked at Hongjun at the same time, but Hongjun got up subconsciously, stepped out of the front hall, and stood under the corridor.

This is a familiar place, but in the memory, everything has changed. Hongjun looked around and felt strongly that he had remembered a memory he had never had before--

——What's the matter? Is it because of Lishun Pollen? But doesn't Lishun Pollen have the effect of forgetting? How can it remind him of the past?

"Father——! Father!"

In his memory, Xiao Hongjun shouted hoarsely, but a black figure flew over and landed in the courtyard.

It's Qingxiong! Hongjun suddenly turned his head and saw the former Qingxiong.

He flew up in a skirt robe, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice: "Kill enough."

In the hall, under the golden light, is a couple who died hugging each other. Their faces have become blurred. Xiao Hongjun rushed on the couple’s body and screamed like crazy. , Qing Xiong held his back collar and dragged him back.

"Father--!" While Xiao Hongjun screamed, Qing Xiong's voice rang in his ears.

"Shhh. Look at me, look at me." Qingxiong knelt on one knee and made Hongjun turn to him, staring at Hongjun with both eyes. His lips moved slightly, and he said something to him.

Xiao Hongjun stood in the yard ignorantly, looking around, Qing Xiong forced him to look at himself again, pressing his head, and talking to him, but the words had become blurred.

What did Qingxiong say? Hongjun furrowed his brows. Qing Xiong seemed to say those words often, but he forgot. But what happened to the Exorcist, and the couple who died? !

"Hongjun!" everyone shouted.

Li Jinglong came to the patio, raised his hand and shook in front of him, and asked, "Is it all right?"

Hongjun always felt that he had forgotten a very important sentence Qingxiong said, but he remembered more strange things. He closed his eyes and shook his head as much as possible, trying to expel these messy memories from his mind. .

Li Jinglong was surprised: "What's wrong?"

Hongjun took a deep breath, waved his hand to indicate that it was OK, went back to the main hall and sat down, raising his eyebrows and asking what the outcome of the discussion was.

"Action tonight." Li Jinglong said, "There are roughly a few. We should have found the clues in the poem column, but we still need to confirm. Now everyone will go to rest first and act together at night."

Mo Rigen, Artest, and Qiu Yongsi each nodded, but did not act, and looked at Hongjun together. Hongjun hurriedly asked everyone not to worry about themselves, and they all separated.

As soon as Hongjun lay down in the afternoon, Li Jinglong came to see him, sat on the couch and asked: "Kong Hongjun, what happened to you today?"

At this time, Li Jinglong raised his hand and put it on the back of Hongjun's hand.

Hongjun's heartbeat suddenly became fast, and an impulse surged from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to take Li Jinglong's hand and tell him his memory, but he didn't know what was going on, so he replied: "Nothing."

"If you have something on your mind, you can say it at any time." Li Jinglong retracted his hand and said, "I feel uncomfortable after smelling the pollen of Lixun, so I have to think of something early."

Hongjun said hurriedly that he had nothing to do with Lihun Pollen, so Li Jinglong nodded and turned away. Hongjun turned over, yawned, and fell asleep temporarily.

As the sun sets, the shadow of the mountains covers the Daming Palace.

The woman in the Chinese dress walks quickly in the shadow under the palace wall, like a silent ghost.

"I feel it, it's in the city of Chang'an."

A man in black with a scar on his forehead was somber and silent.

"Flying Mastiff, go and see." The woman urged.

"Give it to me." The man in black who called the Flying Mastiff replied in a hostile manner.

"There will be." The woman said solemnly, "You must find that guy, the demon is still not stable..."

"Give it to me!" Flying Mastiff suddenly showed sharp teeth.

"That's not your food!" The woman took a step forward, threateningly said, "Bring him back, naturally there will be something to feed you."

Her eyes flashed red suddenly, Fei Mastiff stepped back a half step, was quiet for a while, turned around and turned over the palace wall and disappeared into the dusk.

"Madam." A maid came, but no one was seen, and whispered, "Is anyone here? You..."

The woman turned her head, and the maid let out a heart-piercing scream.

"Help—" The maid was enveloped by a black mist before she yelled out. Her eyes widened, her throat creaked as she looked at the fluffy monster in front of her in a gorgeous dress. Then the whole body's skin dwindled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was sucked into a skeleton-like person in an instant, making a light noise, and falling to the ground.

The lady dressed in a gorgeous dress, walked towards the setting sun, whistled towards the mountains, several wild foxes came over the fence, holding the body of the maid, dragged her out of the Daming Palace, and threw her down the valley.

"Hongjun, wake up." Morigen patted Hongjun on the shoulder. Hongjun was sleeping with a headache and turned around.

Mo Rigen tried Hongjun's forehead with his hand, and did not have a fever, and asked: "Is uncomfortable? Sleep awhile?"

Hongjun had a long and strange dream, and when he woke up, he forgot about it and waved his hand to indicate that there was nothing wrong. When the Exorcist Division came, everyone was ready. Li Jinglong carried a bow and sword, and was dispatching tasks to everyone.

Hong Jun remembered the feeling of Li Jinglong putting his hand on the back of his hand in the afternoon, and suddenly felt that he was very reliable. He stepped closer to him, a little bit hesitant, but when there were others, Li Jinglong didn’t say anything, just He nodded.

The carp demon is riding on a horse, with two hairy legs hanging in the air, his head is resting on Li Jinglong's back, dozing off, his hands hanging down.

"Um... let's go." Hongjun decided to forget about this, although it made him vaguely uneasy.

The sound of the evening drum sounded, and the five people turned on their horses and galloped outside Pingkang. Artest and Qiu Yongsi turned to the main street, while Li Jinglong, Hongjun and Mo Rigen entered the back alley. Morigen nodded to the two of them, turned over the wall, and entered the backyard against the poetry column.

"Hammurabi and Pei Yongsi are going to attract the attention of the people in the building." Li Jinglong put down the carp essence, and when he saw Hongjun looking up, he explained, "Morigen is in the middle of the message, let's go back Go to that room and investigate again."

"Wow, it's so lively." Hong Jun said.

It is the first time that Hongjun came out after Mugu, and only felt that Chang'an had changed in an instant. Pingkangli’s inner building was singing and dancing, the red lanterns were all lit up, and the front of the hook column was bright red, the lanterns glowing, and the music. Played.

On the left, the pipa sound of the spring and dawn of the yingying on the left is heard frequently, like tens of thousands of pearls pouring down on a giant drum; , Sometimes with the applause of the literati and merchants, the maid smiled endlessly, and walked along the poem column, everywhere was filled with brightly lit tall buildings, the tents were gilded and green, and the figures came and went like a horse lantern. "Sing and dance at night, ten miles of peace and prosperity" is just the right phrase.

"What the **** is this place?" Hongjun was always puzzled.

Li Jinglong never expected that Hongjun didn't even know the brothel, or whether he was really stupid or fake. He looked at Hongjun for a while, and saw that this hairy boy was indeed innocent, and asked, "You are serious. ?"

Hong Jun: "?"

"It's a..." Li Jinglong really made trouble and said, "It's not a good place anyway."

Hongjun asked again: "Last time I took you to Liuying Chunxiao, why did they laugh at you?"

Li Jinglong waved his hand, raised his forehead, and motioned not to ask any more. In fact, who is not coming to Chang'an civil and military officials? Just grabbing him and making a fuss.

Hongjun is always a curiosity that breaks the casserole and asks the end, and then he asks: "Have you been here before?"

"No." Li Jinglong replied. At this moment, a literati turned from the alley with his arms around the beautiful girl. He was obviously drunk and wanted to go in through the back door. Li Jinglong pulled Hongjun and the two of them hid. Go to the dark.

Hongjun couldn't help looking out, and his doubts were about to break through the sky. Seeing that he was not pretending, Li Jinglong said seriously: "I don't like..."

"What don't you like?" Hongjun looked back, and the two were so close that Li Jinglong gave a little back unnaturally.

"I don't like this kind of dew marriage." Li Jinglong replied.

Hongjun can probably guess the meaning of these words, and Li Jinglong said in surprise: "Why don't you understand anything? Don't say your parents, the carp demon never taught you?"

"Then you tell me?" Hongjun hurriedly pricked his ears, the more mysterious, the more interested.

Li Jinglong: "..."

At the same time, leaning against the front entrance of the poetry column.

"Hey, baa monkeys--!" Artest smiled exaggeratedly, opening his arms.

"Wow—he's here again!"

"It's the nonsense! The nonsense who plays the piano is here again!"

"Dear heart--baby--"

Altay lifted the chin of the old bustard who came to meet him, and made a "kiss" gesture. The old bustard suddenly turned red and smiled: "My son is here again! This has not been here for several days, girl We are all waiting."

Artest smiled and said: "No way, hey, newcomers, you have to please your boss, don't you come to see you whenever you have time?"

"Ah--"

As soon as Artest entered the hall, the girls swarmed out, screaming endlessly, and quickly came downstairs to welcome them. The scene made all the guests behind the screens in the hall couldn't help but look around.

"Master Qiu is here too!" Another girl said, "Make us a poem?"

"Tell us about your cousin!"

Qiu Yongsi smiled and said: "Let’s listen to Artest’s piano tonight."

Artest walked through the hall, and all the dancing girls stopped and flocked up. Artest hugged one of them, kissed her tender face, and walked to the innermost couch in the hall. .

"Would you like some wine?" Qiu Yongsi laughed.

The waiter served the wine immediately. Tonight, there were a lot of people from all over the world who came to the capital to catch the autumn test in the leaning poem column. Seeing the accompanying girls looked around, they were dissatisfied: "What's wrong with that fool?"

"Hush." ​​The girl motioned to her son not to ask too much, and couldn't help but look out of the screen.

There were several beacon lights hanging above Artai's head, and the railings on the second and third floors were full of girls, so the benefactors were not clear, so they followed out and took a look. Under the bright light, Artai had dark brown curly hair, his eyes were as deep blue as sea water, his eyes were deep and his nose was deep, and his skin was as white as milk. He smiled at the audience.

The whole room was silent, Artest sat cross-legged, holding the Barbat, but did not pluck the strings, cleared his throat, and sang first.

"How many wastelands were once gardens full of flowers..."

"How many palaces have become ruins today..."

With a pause, Artai's five fingers plucked the strings of the Barbat. The strings vibrated continuously, as if a strange magical power flowed from his fingertips, like moonlight flooding the courtyard, silver ornaments shattered With the sound, the white-lighted stag walked through the overgrown courtyard, and in an instant the whole courtyard bloomed with snow-white flowers.

"I am immersed in your eyes, I have forgotten the passing time..."

Atay turned his head slightly and closed his eyes. The handsome face on that side was breathtaking. The doors of the second and third floors leaning on the poem column opened one after another. Everyone was attracted by the music and came downstairs lightly. .

At that moment, the whole building seemed to be plunged into a dream, involuntarily in this music.

Qiu Yongsi smiled, with two **** of cotton stuffed in his ears, his head swayed slightly.

In the back alley, after hearing what Li Jinglong said, Hongjun flushed with excitement and curiosity, and asked: "Really?"

Li Jinglong never wants to repeat what he just said to Hongjun in this life.

"Don't tell anyone!" Li Jinglong ordered.

It is reasonable to say that Hongjun is over sixteen, and the folk customs of the Tang Dynasty are open, and Chang'an teenagers are considered adults at the age of thirteen or fourteen. It is common to visit Pingkangli, and Li Jinglong does not prohibit them from discussing with the subordinates of the Longwu Army. . However, when facing Hongjun, a strange sense of guilt suddenly arose in his heart.

"Why don't you come to such a good place?" Hongjun asked.

"Of course I won't come!" Li Jinglong was almost blown up by these words, "Am I like that kind of person?"

Morigen probed out of the backyard, whistled at the two, beckoning to go in. Li Jinglong looked serious and signaled that Hongjun must be tight-lipped, but it didn't seem necessary.

"Work is started!" Li Jinglong moved the carp monster and said, "Go and guard in front of the building."

The two turned around and ran quickly to the backyard.

The second and third floors are really empty! Hongjun threw out the hook and flew onto the second floor with Li Jinglong. Morigen waited on the outside of the second floor and handed Li Jinglong and Hongjun two **** of cotton. Li Jinglong plugged his ears into his ears, and Hongjun held the cotton, not knowing what he meant.

Li Jinglong walked ahead, Hongjun approached the fence by the building and glanced down. The sound of the piano came like a sound of heaven, and everyone in the poem column heard mesmerizingly, like a puppet that was locked in.

Hong Jun: "..."

Atai’s singing is filled with the moonlight and thriving courtyard...Say it’s too late, then it’s fast, Morigen grabbed Hongjun’s hands and stuffed cotton into his ears, the sound of the piano and singing instantly Far away, Hongjun returned to reality in an instant.

Li Jinglong dragged him in front, pulled him into the room, and whispered: "Don't listen, get to work."

Mo Rigen guarded the door to avoid another accident. Hongjun couldn't help looking out and asked: "Is Artai playing the piano?!"

Hongjun could probably guess that this was mostly Artest’s spell, but he had never used it against them when he played the piano for self-entertainment in the Exorcist Division. He leaned on the bottom of the couch and looked inward. Li Jinglong had not noticed anything abnormal, put away his sword, came over to carry the couch, gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you hear it?"

"It's not like today...found it!" Hongjun found a long cloth bag under the bed and hurriedly pulled it out, but saw the shriveled head of the dead man again.

"Wow!" Hongjun yelled in fright, "It's this again!"

Mo Rigen knocked on the door, and Li Jinglong responded, indicating that he was okay inside.

"Huh? Why should I say it again?" Hongjun muttered to himself.

"Drag it out." Li Jinglong said.

After Hongjun dragged out the corpse, Li Jinglong put down the bed. This time Li Jinglong came prepared without any horror. He took apart the cloth strips, put on a pair of black silk gloves with both hands, and began to examine the corpse. On the other hand, Hong Jun looked furry, hiding behind Li Jinglong.

"Men, they are between thirty and forty." Li Jinglong said, "Look at this dress. It doesn't look like a businessman or an official. Maybe it's a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam... Hongjun?"

"I dare not look!" Hongjun saw the swarthy corpse with his mouth open wide and his gums exposed. He was stripped of his clothes by Li Jinglong and exposed to the light. He was inexplicably disgusting, and his hairs stood on end.

Li Jinglong said: "Don't be afraid, I can't eat you again. Look, what kind of demon sucked his blood? This can't be the effect of slow decay."

"Is the monster the owner of this room?" Suddenly, Hongjun had an idea, and looked around for cabinets and drawers.

Li Jinglong said: "Don't move things, you will be found."

Hongjun buried his head and said: "If it's a monster, there will definitely be some magic weapons or evil things, but there are none here."

Li Jinglong pondered for a moment, and he was still playing the piano and singing downstairs. Morigen asked outside: "Is it okay?"

After searching for it, Hongjun said: "There are no monsters in this room."

"Let me ask a question, do you feel the evil spirit?" Li Jinglong asked.

Hongjun shook his head, and Li Jinglong pondered: "The demon must be in this building...The only way to do this is to be bold, Hongjun, let you hook it up. Later, you and Morigen Go to both sides of the building, keep an eye on the people in the hall, and release your flying knives at any time..."

"I only have three flying knives left."

"Wrap me and I will definitely come back."

In the main hall of the poetry column, Artai played the piano, a round of rushing urges, like the beginning of a storm, covering up a full moon, and like thousands of leaves flying together, overwhelming the sky.

"...I am searching hard in this storm..."

Artest’s singing resounded throughout the building, and at this moment, with a bang, a mummy fell down from the upper floor with a rope tied to its neck. Qiu Yongsi and Artai were caught off guard and were taken aback at the same time. Artai turned his head to look at the second floor subconsciously, not knowing what had happened.

The singing stopped abruptly, and hundreds of people in the hall stared at the mummy in a daze. After a few breaths, a scream suddenly broke out--!

Leaning in the poem column, the old bustard screamed in horror, and the guests suddenly panicked. There was a large-scale riot in the building, screaming one after another, many girls fainted.

At this moment, Li Jinglong, Hongjun, and Morigen simultaneously observed the guests in the hall from three directions on the second floor, only to see a woman in the corner whose face changed and she took a step back.

In the other two corners of the hall, there were two more girls who accompanied the benefactor in shock, glanced at the woman, and then the three of them joined together, raising their eyes to the door of Jin Yun on the second floor!

Said it's too late and then it's fast, three flying knives swept through the air and shot at those women! The woman hadn't realized that she had revealed her identity, but she knew that a disaster was imminent. With a wave of her hand, Ling Luo shook away, emitting a dim purple light. Unexpectedly, the flying knife did not fear the purple light at all, and shot it away with a raging fire, and fell into the woman's shoulder in an instant!

"Follow the flying knife!" Li Jinglong shouted, "Don't let them run away!"

Li Jinglong climbed over the railing and flew down into the hall on the lower floor. At this time, the hall was already in chaos. Artest collected the piano and rushed out with Qiu Yongsi. Mo Rigen supported the railing and slammed into the second floor window with his shoulder.

The woman by the door in the hall yelled in pain, and the three women reached out their hands and grabbed the flying knives on their shoulders. When their palms touched the flying knives, they were scorched and screamed. Knowing that the master was coming, they didn't dare to love the battle again and turned around flee.

One of the women seemed to be the tallest, climbed the window and jumped out of the front and turned her head. A flame was shot between her fingers and burst into the hall.

At that time Hongjun was jumping off the second floor, Li Jinglong suddenly shouted: "Hongjun beware!"

Hongjun slammed his head, and the flame flew past him, but the target was not him, but the corpse hanging in the air. When the flame touched the corpse, it burst into flames and burned the corpse into ashes!

As soon as the woman near the door rushed out of the door, Morigen broke through the window and flew out from the second floor, bending her bow agilely when she was in the air, and flew away with three arrows.

When the woman rushed out, she couldn't help but look back at the chasing soldiers. If she didn't turn her head, she couldn't help her. When she turned her head, her neck was instantly greeted with a flying arrow, and she was shot across. The "hum" turned into a white light. A blue-eyed and brown-haired fox opened his mouth wide, spurted blood on his neck, and then two other arrows flew, hitting another arrow in his abdomen and leg, killing him on the spot!

Li Jinglong roared: "The strike is too heavy! Warning once! Where are the other two?!"

Mo Rigen landed, waved his hand, and flew back with three arrows, tearing the fox with blood.

"I didn't want to shoot him in the neck!" Morigen yelled innocently.

At this time, Hongjun closed his neck and chased it out, leaning on the poem column, pushing, pushing, trampling, and tumbling.

Hongjun beckoned, the flying knife returned to his hand, surprised: "Fox?"

"Fox demon." Li Jinglong said, "Go find your throwing knife, hurry up!"

"In..." Hongjun turned around and said, "In the alley!"

"Where is Zhao Zilong?!" Li Jinglong said, "Hurry up! Why don't you have a tacit understanding?"

The demon carp grabbed a gift bag, wagged his tail and ran up, saying: "Here comes!"

Li Jinglong kicked the carp monster into the building, and immediately went with Hongjun and Mo Rigen to track the other two fox monsters.