Tianbao Fuyao Lu: 59|A dream like a fantasy

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"Lu Xu——!"

It was completely dark, Hongjun looked around blankly, shouting Lu Xu's name, but received no response.

"Lu Xu!"

"Or let's go back." The carp demon murmured, "It's cold."

"How is it possible!" Hongjun said anxiously, "He will freeze to death! You are cold, he wears so little and no feathers!"

The carp demon howled: "You should wrap my legs first!"

"Aren't you wrapped up?"

"The other side is exposed!"

Hongjun took the carp monster in his arms, looked around, flicked the rein, and rushed towards the mountains on the opposite side.

Where will he go? In this icy and snowy field, Lu Xu was hiking again, and he was about to freeze to death in the snow after a night. Hongjun ran towards the northwest for a while, and soon found a line of shallow footprints.

It's him!

Hongjun immediately followed the footprints. It stands to reason that Lu Xu walked on foot and rode a horse on his own. He could catch up in less than two quarters of an hour. However, the footprints meandered to the end of the plain, endlessly.

No, Lu Xu ran a little faster. Hongjun chased for half an hour, illuminating the snow in front of him with a five-color spirit, and suddenly found that the footprints were gone in one place, and a line of hoof prints from the other. Winding here, replacing the footprints, and heading away.

No way! What does this mean? ! Hongjun suddenly thought that Liu Fei had left around the same time. Could it be him?

The sky is cold and the ground is freezing, and the wind and snow are wild.

Liu Fei rode a horse to gallop on the plain, and landed Xu after the horse.

"What are you going to do in Dunhuang?" Liu Fei asked, turning his head.

Lu Xu just stubbornly did not speak, Liu Fei said: "Go back, I am not afraid that the wolf **** is worried about you?"

High in the mountains, a woman in black is watching the snow quietly, and a young man in black is standing beside him. The young man has exactly the same face as Lu Xu, staring at the snow. .

"Can Liu Fei sleep a little longer?" said the black woman.

The young man in black whispered: "No, he is already awake, I can't get close to him, so I have to wait for him to fall asleep again. Xuannv, who is the man behind him?"

The woman in black who was called Xuannv replied: "I haven't seen it, it's a child mentioned by the plague god, nothing else, I will do it now."

Then Xuannv raised her sleeve to draw an arc in the air.

The blizzard suddenly rushed away, like a snow waterfall, rushing Liu Feiren up and down, Liu Fei roared, dragging the wind sword up from the snow.

Xuan Nu turned around gracefully, swung her sleeves, and flew towards Liu Fei.

"It's you!" Liu Fei shouted.

The young man in black turned into an ink-like stag, and rushed to the plain after the avalanche. Lu Xu was washed by the snow and suddenly passed out.

The stag lowered its head, and the black air on the antlers wrapped around Lu Xu, dragging him out of the snow. Then the stag appeared in human form and stared at Lu Xu lying on the ground.

The two look exactly the same, like a pair of twins.

Li Jinglong and Mo Rigen went out of the city gate, took the torch and rushed along, following Hongjun's horseshoe prints.

Li Jinglong roared: "Hongjun! Where are the people?!"

The carp demon has fallen asleep in Hongjun's arms. Hongjun has been galloping for nearly a night. The mountains and plains are covered with snow everywhere. The flowing Milky Way connects the night and the earth, and the world is extremely quiet. There is no snow and no wind, and the world is gray, and Hongjun just feels like he is flying in a dream without boundaries.

A white mist is in front of him. After Hongjun rides into the mist and then rides out, the snow-covered plain looks like an ink painting by Qiu Yongsi. There are large blanks everywhere, as white as unstained rice paper. , Only the distant mountain statue was opened by a little bit of ink, and it was almost as light as the night.

After passing through the fog, the horseshoe marks on the snow disappeared.

Behind the fog is a quiet cemetery, the stars fade away, and there is a small wooden hut for the grave guard on the edge of the cemetery with lights on. The wooden door was concealed, and Hongjun led the horse as he kept approaching, hearing Liu Fei's voice from inside.

"Nao Ji always likes to say, Your Highness, don't kill anyone..."

Hongjun opened the wooden door. Inside the house, Liu Fei was sitting on one side of the floor. Lu Xu was lying on the bed. A stove was set on the ground. The room was warm, and the two looked at him together.

Finally caught up. Thankfully, Lu Xu was dressed in black and lay down in a black suit and said: "Hongjun!"

"Why are you here?" Liu Fei said blankly.

Hongjun didn't care to answer Liu Fei, so he sat down on the couch and frowned, "Why did you leave like this?"

Lu Xu seemed unwilling to answer. Liu Fei said: "I see him walking all the way to the northwest, as if he was looking for something, so he gave him a ride, or you can take him back again?"

Hongjun thanked Liu Fei and asked Lu Xu: "Where are you going?"

Lu Xu's expression was rather sad, pointing to the northwest. At first, Hongjun thought he wanted to go home, but isn't it said that Lu Xu's home is gone? Hongjun didn't get an answer for a long while, only felt that there must be a hidden secret when he came out so late, and he couldn't guess Lu Xu's mind at all, only when Mo Rigen and Li Jinglong arrived, could he ask carefully.

"Tomorrow, I will walk slowly with you." Hongjun said, "Wait for them to catch up, Chang Shi and Mo Rigen should be on the way."

Liu Fei said again: "You squeeze to deal with overnight, I will go to watch."

Liu Fei opened the door and went out. Hongjun chased Lu Xu all night, less than an hour before dawn. He was almost exhausted. He took out the carp monster, put it by the fire, and lay down on the couch by himself, saying, "But Let me find it."

Hongjun raised his hand, touched Lu Xu's forehead, lay beside him, and said, "Don't be sad, although I don't know what you are sad about, anyway, you will get better."

Lu Xu was still pondering, glanced at Hongjun, and Hongjun yawned.

Hongjun was sleepy at first, and it seemed that there was snow rustling outside, and the cold wind returned, and the whine blew across the wooden roof. The sound of wind and snow was hypnotic.

In an instant, the white light flickered, and Hongjun felt that he had returned to the Exorcism Division, and the surrounding weeds were barren. Li Jinglong is using a wisdom sword to draw circles on the ground.

"Don't be in a daze, draw quickly."

Hongjun looked around blankly and saw Li Jinglong pour a scoop of blood red paint gently on the ground.

"Where did you go?" Li Jinglong asked.

"That's bad." Morigen replied, "It's snowing."

The dense snow on the wasteland covered the hoof marks in the front. Under the snow powder, the only trace the two tracked finally disappeared.

Li Jinglong was anxious, turned his horse's head, and looked around the mountains.

Mo Rigen turned over and got off his horse, bowed and shivered, showing the form of a wolf, sniffing into the air.

"You can smell him?"

The gray wolf said in a low voice: "He took Zhao Zilong with him, here, go!"

The stove was in full bloom, Hongjun was lying on the couch, eyes closed.

"Silk Star." A familiar man's voice suddenly sounded, "Wake up."

Hong Jun: "?"

Hongjun didn’t know how long he slept. He only felt uncomfortable, dry mouth and hot body. When he was awakened by the sound, he opened his eyes and saw an extremely handsome young man sitting on the couch. Try your forehead with the back of your hand.

Hong Jun instantly forgot Xueye and Lu Xu, and forgot many things. Numerous and complicated memories flooded his mind and dragged him back to when he was seven years old.

He struggled to get up, but had a splitting headache.

"Kong Xuan?" The woman's voice said outside, "Xing'er is awake?"

"Take medicine." The man called Kong Xuan said to Hongjun.

Hongjun replied: "Father... my head hurts."

Kong Xuan stretched out his arm and hugged Hongjun. Hongjun was so weak that he couldn't even lift his hands.

"Drink the medicine." Kong Xuan whispered.

Hongjun is very uncomfortable, his consciousness is like a ball of paste, and his headache is like a hammer hitting his head constantly. Shouted: "I don't drink medicine..."

"Drink the medicine, the illness will get better." Kong Xuan held the bowl, and inside it was a small half bowl of medicinal soup that was as bitter as Huanglian.

Hongjun endured the discomfort and drank, but he felt nauseated. Not long after drinking, he vomited out with a "wow".

"Kong Xuan!" The woman stepped forward quickly and said angrily, "What medicine did you let him drink?!"

"Fever-reducing medicine!" Kong Xuan said displeased, "How can I get on the road tomorrow if I continue to be so sick?!"

The woman has a beautiful appearance, but she is very tired, with a pale face, hurriedly stepped forward to hug Xiao Hongjun, choked up, tears rolled down and dripped on his ears.

Hongjun leaned against her chest, feeling her body temperature and the soft fragrance of her body, his intuition seemed to be hidden in each other's blood, making him cry out in tears.

"Mother——!"

Jia Yuze was crying while holding his son. Kong Xuan was very irritated by the cry of the mother and son, and stood up and shouted: "It's me that is useless! It's me that is useless!"

Hong Jun was shocked. Although the medicinal soup vomited a lot, he finally exerted the remaining little medicinal power and his head no longer hurts.

"Where is Jinglong?" Hongjun asked.

"Jing Long heard that you were ill, and sent a book to you." Jia Yuze said, "Mother, bring it to you."

"Don't give it to him." Kong Xuan frowned.

Jia Yuze passed by Kong Xuan and didn't even look at him, so he took the book and put it on Hongjun's couch. The page was not broken yet, Jia Yuze sat aside again, and whispered: "Mother must go and pack things. If you are sleepy, go to sleep and be obedient."

Hongjun opened his mouth and said, "Father, I dreamt of many graves."

"Dreaming." Kong Xuan frowned and replied, "Don't be afraid, Dad is busy."

The two closed the door and walked out.

Hongjun turned the pages of the book in his hand a few times, with a face full of confusion and confusion, and saw a black shadow drawn with ink and brush on the last page, with the annotation "Tian Demon" on the side.

The door was suddenly pushed open again, and Kong Xuan came in again. Xiao Hongjun looked up, Kong Xuan sat on the couch and asked: "Can you understand the characters?"

Hongjun said "Yeah", Kong Xuan said: "Don't look at this book, it's not a good book." He handed him a piece of rock candy and said: "Eat it."

When Hongjun saw Tang, he laughed and put the candy in his mouth. Kong Xuan touched his head, bowed his head and kissed him on the forehead. Xiao Hongjun noticed that there was something hanging around his waist. The jasper peacock feather was the waist wear that he carried with him, and he reached out to touch it.

However, Kong Xuan hugged him tightly in his arms. He couldn't help but choked. He touched his head and face vigorously, then kissed his eyebrows hard, and whispered: "Xing'er, I'm sorry, dad..."

Hongjun asked: "Father, what's the matter with you?"

Kong Xuan sighed, shook his head, closed his eyes, got up and left again.

The inside and outside of the room are very sultry. It was a summer night and the rain was lingering. He staggered out of bed, only to feel dizzy, like stepping on cotton.

He opened the door and went out. At night, there was a knock on the long street outside. It was the Chang'an Night he was most familiar with. The sound of clogs "knocked and knocked".

Not far away, Jia Yuze's angry voice came. The parents seemed to be arguing, and Hongjun walked over cautiously with bare feet.

"I don't know who is telling them!" Kong Xuan whispered, "Don't make a noise, Xinger will hear you!"

"Tell me, where should I go now?!" Jia Yuze said sharply.

The main hall is full of wooden boxes, baggage and other sundries, and parents seem to be moving.

Kong Xuan sat on the box, sighed, and said: "I will take him back to the Yaojin Palace, Zhongming will not leave it alone."

"Your brothers only care for your life." Jia Yuze said with tears, "Kong Xuan, have they ever felt compassion for our mother and son? If Xing'er was born, if I gave up my life to hold him, where is his life now? ?!"

"Don't turn over the old accounts!" Kong Xuan growled, "At this time, at another time, I sent a letter to Yaojin Palace. Brother will not sit and watch the stars die!"

"What is in his body?!" Jia Yuze trembled, stepped forward, disheveled, excited, and tremblingly forced to ask Kong Xuan, and said, "Tell me, Kong Xuan, I heard them say, you You passed the "magic seed" from you to your son, didn't you?! You had the heart to sacrifice your child to save your life?!"

Kong Xuan will look at Jia Yuze and say: "Yuze, I tell you this, if I have the least thoughts, I will definitely teach me to fall into hell, and be forever! I will spend my time in the black fire!"

Jia Yuze pressed his hands on his face and made a trembling cry. For a while, he almost fell, Kong Xuan went forward and hugged her.

"Eldest brother and second brother will come to pick us up." Kong Xuan replied.

"No! I won't come!" Jia Yuze sobbed sadly, "Otherwise he will not sit and watch you get hurt, nor will he sit and watch them again and again, and take away Xinger again and again. I only hate that I am not a demon. , Otherwise, even if I was crushed, I would not let Xing'er live like this..."

Kong Xuan almost begged for mercy: "Yuze, don't say anything, do you have to let me die in front of your wife to be reconciled?"

"What's the use of this?" Jia Yuze choked, "I just want him to live happily like other children. What's wrong with Xing'er? Tell me, the magic seed in his body , What is it?"

"Don't ask." Kong Xuan said, "I will leave early tomorrow morning, even if I go to Guazhou to find your brother."

"Over the years, wherever we escaped, they chased it." Jia Yuze said, "There are monsters everywhere, each with fangs and claws, to take the stars away..."

Outside the hall, Hongjun couldn't help taking a step back, his eyes full of fear.

He turned around and stumbled, ran across the corridor, and stood in the courtyard, sweaty in his shirt.

Suddenly a gardenia flew behind him and hit him lightly on the head. Hongjun looked back abruptly, and saw a half-old boy wearing a brocade robe, looking at himself curiously under the moonlight.

"Sing, are you ill?"

The half-old boy rode on the wall and whispered to Hongjun who was standing on the ground: "Why is his face so ugly?"

Hongjun was quite at a loss. The shock of hearing what his parents said suddenly turned into a sorrow that hit him, making him cry, and he could hardly resist this real dream, or a memory.

The young man saw Hongjun in tears and hurriedly said: "Hey, don't cry? What's the matter? You have to be beaten by your father if you cry."

He hurriedly down the wall, barefoot, ran to Hongjun, knelt on one knee, and looked at him seriously.

The half-year-old boy is nine years old. Although he is dressed in brocade clothes, he has blood stains drawn from the bamboo hood. He uses his sleeves to wipe Hongjun's tears. Hongjun's teary eyes are dim, staring at him with his brows. The bridge of the nose, the lips.

"Jing Long." Hong Jun called.

"Brother." Nine-year-old Li Jinglong whispered, then took his hand and said, "Go."

Li Jinglong took him around the yard to the garden where De Hongjun's house was separated from Li's by a fence, and asked Hongjun to turn over and turn over again by himself. He took him around the corridor and went to the backyard, where a pomegranate tree was planted.

Li Jinglong’s house is quite big, and there is a pair of wooden clogs at the bottom of the corridor. There is a chess game in front of the corridor. A child’s robe is thrown on the side. On the side of the chessboard there is a greenish-green pomegranate. Li Jinglong went to get it. The outer robe was shaken to let Hongjun wear it, and the clothes and clogs were a little bigger.

He took Hongjun straight into the room, took a piece of cake for him to eat, touched his forehead, and adjusted the honey water out to drink, and replied, "I don't have a fever."

Li Jinglong's home is very luxuriously decorated. During the day, he played chess with Hongjun. Hongjun became ill when he went back. Every time Jia Yuze moved, Hongjun was not allowed to play with the children around him. Hongjun had to stay at home every day. Later, he was seen by Li Jinglong once. Only when he was only seven or eight years old, Hongjun was kept at home alone. Very pitiful, I often turn over the wall to see him.