Lire les restes (Wen Guan) - Chapitre 105

“Qui es-tu?” Song Jiu raised his eyes.

The girl in white smiled, her voice sounded like from the depths of a snow-capped mountain: “A Yao.”

Few old roads, sandalwood wheels, she sits at the end of the mountains and rivers of time, sitting at the beginning of the wind and water of yin and yang.

The legendary Queen Mother of the West, leopard-tailed tiger-toothed, with shaggy hair and guilt, but she is sitting thin and fragile at the moment, her skin is pressed against her neck when she speaks, and she seems to be struggling to breathe.

She slowly looked up at the sky, then glanced at the pests scattered underground, still smiling at the corners of her mouth, not even the slightest distressed expression.

The wheel was moving slowly, and she came from the backlight, half of her face was covered with a fading bird of light, and half of her face was pale with clear eyes. Her features and expressions were as thin as her body and could not stand the ravages.

She looked at Song Jiu and asked, “Pourquoi est-ce?”

When he spoke, his fingers clicked on the armrest of the wheelchair, and his nails rubbed against the lifelike Jiaolong head.

Song Jiu turned the fan around his fingertips. The ancient goddess of Kunlun Hill, Ayao, has only heard of it in the mouth of Gui Gong rabbits. The punishment is the plague, and the immortal medicine in her hand can give people longevity.

The first time I met up, it was actually this time.

So she grabbed her chin and wanted to speak.

But when Ayao touched Jiaolong’s teeth again, elle a souri et a dit, “I just asked, but I didn’t say anything for nothing. I didn’t really want to hear it.”

“I have something,” she smiled weakly, “talk to it.”

Her smile was like a kerosene lamp that had run out of oil, and in the light of the light, a wailing wailing of thousands of horses rose behind her. It was a very short sound, as if it was just to make people close their eyes. When I opened it again, it was the darkness that obscured the sky and the sun. The twisted and surging behemoth opened the sky and the earth. The dark figure was suspended while the head of half the courtyard was pressed down. A pair of tricks squinted coldly, even Exhaling is like a cold wind.

The dragon engraved on the wheelchair seemed to be hooked by a magic pen, and became a living creature swallowing mountains and rivers.

Song Nineteen instinctively withdrew his right leg, with his forearm in front of him, making a defensive posture.

Only when she had exhausted a lot of energy, before she could rectify her attitude toward the enemy, the dragon drew a giant tail in front of her, and the twisted air seemed to be overturned by a huge wave, and it was about to smash into the weak and windy courtyard on the ground.

Song Jiu gritted his silver teeth secretly, turned his hand back and circled a shadow mask, abruptly following this tail, a fan of floating light filled the circle, enclosing everyone in it, and separating the world from the world.

The fans closed and fell from the closed aperture. Song XIX’s sole stepped on his body to catch it, but unexpectedly the dragon’s claws approached and hit the heart with lightning speed. She was panicked, and was about to turn over to escape, when there was a “knocking” devant elle. A slap-sized red sandalwood token accurately blocked it and stopped the Flood Dragon’s offensive abruptly. Taking a closer look, Li Shiyi stood in front of him to block her, tied an orchid print with his hands, leaned his shoulders forward and supported the soles of the feet, renfrogné, and pushing his wrists, he forced the dragon back with a token.

The assaulting pressure suddenly disappeared, as if the girl at the bottom A Yao gently brushed her sleeves. She stretched her brows as she looked at the token that had not yet been recovered, et a demandé, “Shen Tu Ling?”

“You are—” She then moved her gaze to the human being in front of her. Her eyes were not good, and she only sensed the breath of the candle dragon, thinking that this one next to her was Xiao Chen, until she acted out. Tu Ling.

“Ling Heng?” She smiled somewhat surprised, and then continued after a pause, “Oh, Li Shiyi.”

I know that Ling Heng is not unusual, but she can accurately call out the name “Li Xi”, which is a bit weird. Li Shiyi returned to the ground, respirer fortement, and glanced at the dry-mouthed Song Shiji.

A Yao sighed, leaned her body on the side of the wheelchair with her index finger propped on her forehead in embarrassment, et lui a demandé: “Master Fu, you were in samsara at the beginning, and the gods are convenient for you, but now I can’t exercise my authority. Why did your lord embarrass me?”

Li Shiyi retracted the Shentu order and lowered his eyes: “It’s just right to do her job, and it’s impossible to beat her.”

“Le reste,” she candidly, “Je ne comprends pas.”

Master said in the past that everything in this world can’t escape you and me. If someone wants you to accept that you shouldn’t, it’s just that you don’t understand it. Quoi de plus, if Li Shiyi’s life is considered convenient, I really don’t know what the inconvenience looks like.

Her temperament is somewhat different from Lingheng. Thinking about her moves just now, Ayao drives the wheelchair closer, and looks at her from top to bottom. She still smiles: “Want to come, Lingheng Not returned.”

“Quelle est la raison?” She coughed slightly, and the ill ending sound disappeared as soon as she blew.

Seeing that her tone was still gentle, Song Jiu put down the floating fan, thinking that she wanted to have a good conversation with her, but when she saw her exhaling like a blue, faintly smiled: “If Lingheng hasn’t returned, you can’t beat me.”

“You and I are grudges, what does it have to do with Eleven?” Song Nineteen frowned.

A Yao pulled her ears to the back, and started coughing fiercely. When blood was on her lips, she raised her head and smiled shockingly: “je pensais juste, it’s okay for Prince Taishan to do it instead.”

Song Nineteen’s goose bumps grew from the back and spread all over her body as if they were multiplying. She had never seen a girl like this, malade, faible, but with a cruel smile, treacherous, with a vague madness.

The air seemed to be twisted by someone, and it was an instant tension. Song Jiu squeezed the fan tightly and swallowed his saliva firmly, but listened to Li Shiyi said lightly: “Compris.”

“Understand what?” A Yao asked back.

“You are single.” Li Xi said.

Song Nineteen couldn’t bear it, and laughed quietly. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of Li Shiyifeng’s light face, her eyes turned slowly, as if the situation in front of her was still normal, but her hand behind her back stroked Shen Tu Ling a few times, not hurriedly. .

Song Jiu calmed down strangely in her small movements. She suddenly felt that life and death had nothing to do with her. As long as Li Shixi was next to her, don’t hurt for too long as long as she was beaten.

En pensant à ça, she shook her head and smiled. She knew that she might not be very reasonable, but Li Shiyi was willing to accompany her to make trouble once, and that could be called a happy sentence.

A Yao stopped smiling this time, she only looked at them with a sullen face, her eyes darkened, and she showed some arrogance that she was born to be a **** and cannot be offended. She leaned sideways to make way for the long-coveted Flood Dragon. The Flood Dragon struck like a bamboo. Li Shiyi took Song Shiji’s wrist and turned back. A sharp sword flew from behind her head, “buzzing” to the ground. With a bang in front of the Jiaolong, the ground broke and the stone fell into three points.

When Li Shiyi turned his head, Mulan led the remaining Shence army to rush to the spot, fighting with the dragon.

Although Mulan was not as powerful as the Flood Dragon, she was fortunate in her dexterous posture and tricky moves. The Flood Dragon couldn’t take advantage of it for a while, and it was a bit hard to separate with the help of the spirit and army generals.

Song Jiu was about to stand up to help Mulan, but saw a Bailian shuttle up and down, which was worthy of brushing her right cheek that was avoiding her side.

Her right face was hot. She turned her head and saw that Ayao lifted off from her wheelchair on the tiptoe, like a small square cushion to hold it up, her white clothes hanging down with her calf, but her feet It is naked, glowing like a cold jade in the cold night.

Holding a slender white silk in one hand, she used it as a tool to attack Li Shiyi and Song Shiji.

The silk cloth seemed to have thoughts, and the spirit snake attacked from side to side, sometimes entangled Song Jiu’s wrist, sometimes hammered Li Shiyi’s breastbone, while its owner sat firmly on the cloud, as if pulling a less obedient puppet, and as if I was watching a shadow play called Negative Yu Resistance.

A Yao is the **** of the ancients. It is natural that the beast of Zhongshan who defeated Song Nineteen was not a problem, and it was also the case that Song Nineteen had only saved the village in one fell swoop, and Li Shiyi was still unable to resist the attack of the sky. The two played very hard, and only one of them fought with each other.

The circle of light was faltering, unable to withstand the huge impact of Ayao’s divine power. Mulan’s sword and the dragon’s lings bumped into one place, flashing a confrontation of electric light and flint, and a grunt from the Soul Ce army came, and the fishy throat was heard. Swallowing sweetly, the air is only the solemn soldiers coming together with a strong smell of blood, which provokes people’s nerves.

After fighting for half a cup of tea, Li Shixi was exhausted. She knelt on the ground on one knee, picking up a long sword of the soul strategy army from nowhere, supporting her upper body in the backhand, with a high pony tail. À mi-chemin, it was attached to the drenched shoulder and neck, a deep scratch from the jaw to the collarbone, wrapped in the old yellow sand of the old village.

She had no time to catch her breath. Seeing Bai Lian wrapping Song Jiu’s waist and about to throw it heavily, Li Shiyi raised his heavy wrist, stabbed the flying sword, and cut off the white silk with a crash, and Song Jiu turned over and fell to the ground. , But saw that Bai Lian swam towards Li Shiyi again, strangling her slender neck, Ayao retracted her wrist, severely tied Bai Lian, and strangled Li Shiyi’s throat.

The throat hurts fiercely, and there are bursts of nauseating acid water in it, but it can’t overflow, and can’t even breathe. It can only be piled up in the throat with blood foam, and the sand at the wound is filled into the flesh and blood, as if I could hear the sound of sand and gravel grinding flesh and blood, and the sweat hit her entire face, as if she was drowning her eyes out of the water, but her eyes were not clear.

She had never felt so painful before, broken bones and muscles were painful, breathing was difficult to continue, the heavy hammering and buzzing of the lungs were painful, and the collapse and weakness of the fingertips that were difficult to close together were also painful, and the more painful was Song Shi beside her ears. Jiu called in horror. Through sweaty eyes, Li Shiyi saw Song Jiu let out a roar that shook the mountains, his fingertips grew sharp armor, her legs were tangled, the tail between the skirts was looming, and her eyes were red. , Jia was about to split, and a deep bluish-white crack was printed between his eyebrows.

Song Nineteen was afraid that he would fight against him with a prototype.

A Yao noticed it and called out a flood dragon. The flood dragon swept Mulan fiercely and stepped out of the fog. The heavy claws swept Song Jiu down to the ground, and then pressed her thin body firmly. Par terre, with five fingers and one clasp, she plunged into the ground, stopping the rebellion of her body swinging.

The ancient mythical beasts all had magical powers, and this dragon claw was the material used to lock the bones of the gods when chaos punishes the gods.

Song Jiu let out a whine that looked like a cat or dog being beaten, and whimpered with beast grievances in his heartbreaking lungs.

Li Shiyi’s heart trembled. He wanted to talk, but coughed violently when he raised his breath. She shook her ten fingers to drive Shentu Ling, but a failure caused the red sandalwood token to fall to the ground. She could only pull Bailian out a certain distance with her body, accroupi, drew the knife from her short boots, and pointed the blade to her neck. With a violent pull, les **** Bai Lian broke instantly, and a gurgling blood flowed from his neck. Li Shiyi wiped it indiscriminately and was about to run towards Song Shiji.

Bai Lian bullied himself up again, wrapped Li Shiyi’s ankle, and threw it to the ground fiercely.

Li Shiyi snorted and hit her back against the rock, her spine seemed to be misplaced, making her body like a rag, slumped in a weird posture, and the sharp pain of annihilating reason made her teeth tremble and tremble. The limbs and hundreds of skeletons seemed to have penetrated into the air-conditioning.

She vomited blood, her eyelids were swollen like peaches, but she still wanted to stand up again. After only one step, she staggered and fell. Her legs were already unbearable, like two limp meat strips, she could only roll over and leaned against Song Nineteen. Jiaolong was about to buckle one of his paws, Li Shixi closed his eyes, opened them again, and blinked at Song Jiu, who was crying.

She didn’t know why she blinked, but she didn’t even have the strength to smile. She could only close and separate the upper and lower eyelids, which was a comfort that she could do.

She often soothed Song Jiu like this, the hugs when she was in the cave of the beasts, the explanations blurted out in the coffee shop, and when Xianlusi was about to dance with others, she calmly patted Song Jiu’s knees.

À ce moment là, she comforted Song Jiu once again, dragged her broken body to leaning against her, and blinked in expressionless silence.

Song Nineteen was sobbing and crying, out of breath, crying collapsed and abruptly. She had never cried bitterly when she was defeated, and when she was almost shot out of the prototype, she just sighed “Go to his mother.” “Bone, but Li Shiyi’s comfort made her extremely sad, and she instantly softened her bones. She suddenly realized that she was actually very vulgar, she didn’t want anything to live and die together, and she still wanted to keep Li Shiyi alive.

Li Shiyi wanted to frown, but showed a distorted expression. She was unable to say anything, but turned her head over and waited for the imprisonment of the giant claws of the flood dragon.

Avec un “claquer” iron collision, a shining object slapped the dragon’s claws. It retracted its claws and raised its huge eyes to look at it. A Yao took back Bai Lian and also raised his sickly eyes to look at it.

In the dilapidated alley, a man stood up tremblingly with a basket. He was wearing a suit that was ripped torn and unclothed. The flesh on his face didn’t know whether he was scared or angry, but he was shaking too hard. Look like. There was fear written all over his body, even his pupils were enlarged a bit, and he almost knelt down as soon as he lifted a step.

Youngest Tuo glanced at the iron basin that had just been thrown out, and then at the behemoth in front of him. He had never seen such a big dragon, bigger than the giant python in the newspaper, and boasted that he could do it with a punch before. A fierce tiger, when he saw it now, he swallowed with a grunt.

mortel? Ayao returned to the wheelchair and took another look attentively, frowning in a sturdy bewilderment.

Jiao Longfu tried to extend his paw to Li Shiyi, but he heard the youngest Tu yelling: “et les écailles légèrement rugueuses sont frottées doucement sans douleur!”

Tu Yaoyao knelt down and picked up a hoe.

A Yao looked intently and smiled sincerely this time, resting her chin in her hand and blinking at him.

Fingers tapped on the wheelchair in turn, the tapping sound stopped for a second, and Jiaolong’s claws rolled Li Shiyi once, and she fell naked on the stone steps next to the street, as if to fiddle with a funny one. objet.

The youngest Tu’s anger was born from the guts, and he stepped forward and shouted: “Tu **** ne bouge pas!”

His throat was still shaking, but he was not afraid. He had never seen Eleven Sister being humiliated like this. He knew that he could not live anymore. Even if he lost his head, he was still afraid of a ball.

So he threw the basket on his head, pointed at A Yao, his eyes flushed, and cursed: “Little girl film, what you said Grandpa Tu, it’s best to listen clearly!”

“Qu'est-ce que c'est?” A Yao asked.

“Tu Sanping.” The youngest Tu Yao smashed the **** plus de.

A Yao waved her sleeve, et le **** turned around and fell on Li Shiyi, who was like a gossamer. Avec un “elle a entendu un léger”, she took off her right shoulder.

The youngest Tu didn’t speak anymore, he just stared at Li Shixi’s **** face in silence, as if he had never seen her before. Avec un sourire, he raised his head and looked at A Yao.

He is no longer nervous, nor panic. He tilts his weight in the usual figure of the second-rate in the streets, and shakes his other leg uncultivated. This is a confrontation between God and humans, and it is also a confrontation between the gods and the three teachers. He shrinks his neck. , Put his hands in his cuffs, the sleeves of the suit were too small, and he was uncomfortable with them, but he could only hold them.

“Tu Sanping.” He repeated it again, grinning at Ayao Lai Pilai, et dit: “I Tu Sanping wants your life.”

He was pretty sure, even A Yao couldn’t help holding the wheelchair, but seeing the youngest Tu happily, he leaned down and made a run-up action. Il “peddled” in the cold alley with a few muffled noises, and then he stopped. It was the aftershock of “boom”.

She saw Tu’s youngest boy bumping his head against the hard stone pillar, and his plump body trembled. It seemed that he had never thought of the pain, and even the flesh and bones flinched, but he turned back and sat on the stone steps, covered in blood. His face was fearless and fearless, his eyeballs were originally small, and he couldn’t open it anymore. He panted heavily, blindly looking for Li Shi’s direction, and the Shen Tu Ling in his hand trembled faintly.

People usually say that people are about to die and their words are good. He tried his best to dig it out, and he couldn’t say a good word, let alone where to start. There was only one sentence that he remembered firmly.

It was still in the snake cave. He was hiding behind the huge boulder, and when he saw Li Shiyi turn into a luminous Bodhisattva, he heard A Luo say-the three soul sacrifices, the gods will come out.

He has forgotten, Mulian, Yunniang, and his youngest one, these three souls are enough.

Hearing the old man said that when the soul is out of the body, there will still be some consciousness remaining in the human body. He wants to hold on to these consciousnesses, take a look at the returning Lingheng, and see how she beats this stinky lady into trouble.

Youngest Tu was a little proud. He leaned on the steps and couldn’t help but sing a song. His song was still more annoying than the sound of killing pigs, but he didn’t care much, so he wiped his face indiscriminately. He spit on the blood, and sang loudly with a grin.

“It’s like a crow-like water temple–like a knife cut.”

“Small hibiscus flowers-the forehead is narrow.”

I’m afraid my mother left to guess if I don’t wait to dress up. It is inevitable to insert gold hairpins, half fluffy and half crooked.

Amidst the intermittent music, he felt sleepy coming from all directions, the same thing came from all directions, there were others, it was the sound of kowtow after wave, ten thousand ghosts, thousand souls, wolf howling, tigre. Hurlement, divine sound, fairy music, these sounds appeared in the quiet and bleak winter night, so lively, so untimely, and even more so contradictory and subtle, but they all clashed on this place, seemingly pious Convert.

Different from the time when Song Nineteen returned, when the beasts were rejoicing and the insects broke the ground, the appearance of the horns was a quiet undercurrent, like thousands of silk threads wandering in, intertwined in the tranquility of the center, just waiting The man woke up from a deep sleep and took a light look in his eyes.

Shen Tu Ling is the most loyal striker, Ling Heng just moved his fingers, and it was captured and returned to her hands.

Tu’s youngest member unsuccessfully let go of his fingers, and saw in the dim a faint light of Li Shiyi, who had been unclear about his life and death. The light and shadow lifted her up in mid-air, and under him was a flower that he had seen before. Water lily.

The water lily blooms peacefully and tenderly, as if it is wrapping a rising baby, and as if soothing a wandering home. It reshapes her muscles, fills her memory, raises her eyebrows slightly, and adds coldness to her lips and nose. The most intense color is her eyes, peeling off the human fireworks and replacing them with alienated compassion.

La lumière s'est progressivement dissipée, and there was a goddess in white clothes who quietly stopped in the center. She seemed to have not yet finished a sound sleep, as if she had been lifted up, her abdomen was slightly higher, her head and tail were slightly lowered, waiting for her to open. He straightened his body and lowered slowly.

She was still in the white dress, still in the hair bun, still the same look, but she didn’t carry a lamp that worked all night in her hand.

In the dilute consciousness of Tu’s youngest, the clothes faintly moved, causing Heng to come over, il sourit, looked at her fingers and said, “De nouveau…”

meet again.

This is Tu Sanping.

My father’s name is Tu Erwang, and my father’s name is Tu Yixing.

My dad said that a person lives forever, and he feels confused. My father said that the poor are happy, the rich and the rich are sad. Mon père a dit, your father is crazy, don’t recruit him easily.

My father always likes to talk crazy about me.

My father said that our ancestor was a big man, and his surname was Shentu. Plus tard, he was defeated and couldn’t afford such a big surname. But because others always said the surname was strange, he changed it.

People live a lifetime, confused and smeared.

I really deserve this foolish surname. I watch the grave at night, walk the streets and alleys during the day, shabby buns Chen, and Pork Zhang brag about it. Until I was peeing in the night guarding the grave, I ran into the eleven sister.

Eleven sisters know all about the future. The only thing I don’t know is that on the day I saw Shen Tuling, I went back and asked my daughter-in-law: What did our father say about our ancestor’s last name?

She thought about it for half a night, and said to me when it was dark: Shentu.

I’m not sure what is related to this, there is always some origin, otherwise I always think about Li Shiyi.

Until today, when I saw Lingheng, I remembered the key points. It turned out that my ancestor was a tassel on the Shentu Ling. On the day when Lingheng fought with the candle dragon, the timing control technique of the candle dragon was turning to Daming. That Suizi was knocked down carelessly, and since then he has entered the path of reincarnation.

I just don’t know why our downfall has become such a virtue, my father counseled, my father was crazy, and I was crazy again.

Without my precepts and deeds, Sishun should be better.

My name is Tu Sanping, and my name is Shen Tu Sanping.

L'auteur a quelque chose à dire:

“Half of a child, water temples like a crow-like knife cut”: “The water temples like a crow-like feather are cut like a knife, and the small hibiscus flowers are narrow. If you don’t dress up, I’m afraid your mother will guess. It is inevitable to insert gold hairpins, half are fluffy and half are fluffy. I’m crooked.”