"What kind of memory does a little baby have?" The old lady with wrinkled skin was sitting in front of her thatched house with a smile. A group of dolls who looked only seven or eight years old were surrounding her. Some were sitting on low stools, and some were sitting on low stools. Those sitting cross-legged on the ground were holding their cheeks and listening to her words carefully, "Especially what happened before the age of three, let alone my old woman, I'm afraid it's the same for you guys who are only a few years old." I can’t remember clearly.”
Clear laughter came one after another, and the children surrounding the old man started playing with each other and asking each other in disbelief.
The old man's name is Xi Lan. He is the eldest old man in this village and the most knowledgeable person. During the day, when all the young people in the village go out to be busy, the children always like to come to Xilan's home and listen to her tell various stories.
Among the group of children, a pair of bright eyes looked at Xilan with a smile.
The old man often had some emotions. No matter how long she watched, she would always feel a little regretful, wondering why she couldn't give birth to such a beautiful child. He was sitting there, but he seemed like a bright flower blooming under the warm sunshine of southern Xinjiang.
Among such a group of children with dark skin, he stood out. His fair skin seemed to shine in the bright sunlight. Although he was wearing clothes similar to those of the children around him, he showed a different kind of aura.
A pair of faint dimples sit at the corners of the slightly raised mouth.
Old Xilan always told some interesting stories, which he always listened to unconsciously, but today when she said that children would not remember what happened when he was a child, he shook his head secretly in his heart.
"Hey," an arm poked him, and a dark little head came in front of him, "Can you still remember what happened before you were three years old?"
He laughed.
"Qingling." A gentle voice came from not far away.
The children couldn't help but turn around.
The white gown was gently flying in the wind under the scorching sun. It was such a scorching summer day, but there seemed to be a gentle breeze surrounding her, giving her a spring-like coolness.
The moment they met in the shabby house seemed to be deeply engraved in Qing Ling's mind, and she has never forgotten it.
"Master Cult Master, Master Cult Master."
The children didn't seem to recognize the woman in front of them, they just thought she was as beautiful as a fairy. However, Xilan recognized the woman in front of her at a glance and stood up from the stool with excitement. However, she was a bit old after all. Under the intense emotion, he couldn't stand still for a moment and started to sway.
Qing Ling, with sharp eyes and quick hands, rushed to Xilan's side with a sword step and grabbed her arm firmly: "Mother-in-law, be careful."
Bihai bent down slightly and gave a shallow salute to Xilan: "Grandma Xilan, please be more careful and sit down quickly. I wonder how you are lately?"
"Okay, okay, thanks to the drought you predicted for us before, we were able to avoid it in time. This year's harvest must be good." Xilan sat down happily, patted Qingling with her backhand and shook it. The hand on her arm: "The leader is here to take this baby back."
"Yes." Bi Hai smiled slightly, "Qingling has been bothering you for a long time, and he wants to follow me to Islam."
But he is still a child, and he behaves with great etiquette.
Qing Ling let go of Xi Lan's arm and bent towards her: "Thanks to my mother-in-law's care, Qing Ling is going back to the mountain with her master. I'll see you again when I'm free next time."
"Okay, okay." The wrinkles at the corners of Xilan's eyes seemed to be deeper. This good-looking and polite child was really something that people could like unconsciously.
Qing Ling took Bi Hai's hand that was stretched out to him.
The sunshine in southern Yunnan is as hot as ever, the chirping of birds keeps ringing around, and the fragrance of flowers still lingers in the air.
But there was a cool feeling in the palm of my hand.
By Bihai's side, Qingling only felt as comfortable as spring.
"Master, don't always leave me alone in this village. I have grown up and can go out with you. I won't cause you any trouble."
The two of them once walked slowly through the mountains. It was noon and they didn't meet anyone along the way.
Bihai reached out and rubbed the head of the child next to him. Looking at his unhappy face, he smiled and said, "What's wrong? Master left you behind for too long this time, right?"
She could still remember the way she had picked him up in a broken house in the mountains. The Qingling, who could not speak at that time, was brought back to the Mingyue Sect by her. It really surprised her constantly and made her feel that it was really good to bring this child back. I'm very happy.
It seems that she has received careful care. Since she arrived at Mingyue Sect, Qing Ling has gradually become fairer and healthier, and her cheeks, which were originally so thin that made people feel distressed, have also become rounder.
Not only does it look more and more beautiful, but it can also be learned in one go, no matter what it is.
And this child seemed to feel the warmth from her, and as he grew older, he gradually became more and more dependent on her.
Bi Hai thought with a smile, thinking that this child must rely on her as a mother.
"Master, I miss you so much, please don't abandon me, okay?" Qing Ling lowered her head a little aggrievedly. After all, she was still a child of seven or eight years old. Bihai's meticulous care of him in the past few years has made him care about her. He developed a deep dependence on him. Every time Bihai put him in the village at the foot of the mountain, he always felt very lost, which made him feel a little uneasy. Although the memory of the first three years of wandering was very important to him. It has almost become a blur.
Under the sun, the woman in white gently rubbed him into her arms and said softly: "Silly boy, Qing Ling, this time you come with me back to the mountain and practice in seclusion with me. You will officially accept the cultivation as a high priest. Practice. From now on, I will practice with you, okay?"
The child in his arms raised his head and looked at the woman holding him in her arms, her dark brown eyes brightening.
In his heart, he was only happy to be able to stay by his master's side. But they never thought that following Bi Hai back to the Mingyue Sect this time would bring their time together to a visible end.
At that time, he even hated himself, why he was still so young, why his magic practice was still so low, so that he could only watch his master die in front of him, that woman as beautiful as the breeze in the mountains and forests, From now on she could no longer use her hands to caress his head and talk to him with a smile.
Two summers later.
The weather in southern Xinjiang seems to be very different from previous years. The air seems to be filled with the smell of gunfire, making the climate around Sangkuan Village a bit particularly harsh.
Young people working outside can't help but feel a little stuffy. It's strange that although summers in the past were hot, as long as they sweat happily and take a sip of water, the heat can be dissipated. But now, no matter what I do, the feeling of depression cannot go away.
The animals surrounding the fence seemed a little restless. A group of still white sheep were pacing back and forth inside, not as docile as usual. A middle-aged man standing by the fence held a whip in his hand and tried hard to calm the sheep inside.
On the top of Shushi Mountain, a woman was sitting cross-legged in the Moonstone Palace. A drop of cold sweat fell down her cheek, and the gentian pattern on her forehead suddenly lit up.
It was already getting dark.
The sky with little rain in southern Xinjiang has always been cloudless, but in the past few days, the sky has been covered by dark clouds that come from nowhere.
Bi Hai secretly felt a little bad in his heart. He stood up and left the Moon Stone Palace.
There was not a breath of wind in the hot weather.
Bihai saw the blood-red figure standing by the moon lake at a glance.
"Dragon Protector Mingfeng, it's very nice of you to be here. I happen to have something to ask you." Seeing the man standing by the clear moon lake, Bihai did not doubt that he was there, so he quickly walked towards him: "Tonight, I noticed something strange in the stars. , if my estimate is correct, I am afraid that the ground fire not far from Sangkuan Village is about to erupt. Go and tell the people there to leave quickly."
"What about you, the leader?" In the middle of the night, the man in blood-red clothes bowed his hands to the woman and looked at her with cold eyes. The bottomless eyes made it difficult to see clearly.
Only then did Bi Hai feel a dull feeling rising in her chest. When she raised her head, she realized that today was the night of the full moon.
"Today is the night of the full moon. My divination just now consumed me too much energy. I need to adjust my breathing immediately. I'll leave it to you today."
The corners of Mingfeng's mouth curled up slightly, as if showing a faint smile, cold and cold.
When the woman in white saw that the person in front of her had no intention of moving at all, a sense of uneasiness suddenly arose, and she unconsciously wanted to take a step back.
"Mingfeng, you..."
Before she finished speaking, the blood-red man in front of her suddenly turned into a shadow and rushed in front of her without any defense. He grabbed her arm with his right hand and his left hand came out of nowhere. A dagger with a pure gold handle appeared and was about to stab Bi Hai in the abdomen.
Her slender hand grasped his left hand without hesitation. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength to resist his attack. The color of the fingertips of her right hand had begun to fade, and the power of spells that continued to flow towards her right hand had already begun to fade away. Her hands began to look paler. One by one, glowing spiritual butterflies flew out of her hand and kept flying around her.
"I have trusted you so much for so many years, and you actually betrayed me?"
Although Bi Hai is a woman, her magic skills are advanced after all, but in this rage, her strength was on par with Ming Feng, making him unable to gain any upper hand for a moment.
His long black hair was flying in the wind, and his face was so close to the blue sea.
"My Lord Leader, of course I don't want to betray you, but you are so kind to a woman, I really can't stand it." Mingfeng's left hand was exerting force bit by bit, and Bi Hai was horrified to find that her power, It seems to be disappearing.
"Do you feel that your power is disappearing?" Ming Feng's emotionless voice lingered in his ears, "The power of your magic makes me powerless, so after so many years, I specially found this artifact. It can break your strength when you only have the slightest flaw. I can only blame you for forcing yourself to spend your energy on divination for the sentient beings you pity on this full moon night when your spiritual power is weakest. "
Cold sweat flowed down from Bi Hai's neck, soaking her long hair on her fair skin: "Really?"
Bi Hai said coldly.
At this time, Mingfeng realized that his hand could no longer move forward even half a minute.
"Do you think that since I can carry out the mission of priest and leader, you can actually hurt me so easily?"
There was blood surging in her chest, but she suppressed it hard. Bi Hai looked at Ming Feng in front of her, but her eyes rarely burst out with murderous intent. She did not expect that Ming Ming, who had been dormant beside her all these years, actually wanted to kill her.
And he actually had such power before she knew it. Although he couldn't kill her at this time, with her current strength, she couldn't escape at all. If it dragged on for another moment and a half, she would only be able to escape. I am afraid that I will also be in bad luck.
Ming Feng snorted softly, as if he had already anticipated that he would not be able to move Bi Hai. He suddenly shouted loudly: "Bring that boy over to me."
"Master."
A scream came from a distance, and a short figure twisted hard, trying to rush towards Bihai, but he was firmly held in the hands of another person, unable to leave even an inch.
Qingling?
The mental power she was fully concentrating on was suddenly hit by that childish voice. When Bi Hai was distracted, her right hand clearly felt shaken.
At that moment, Mingfeng added all his strength without hesitation and stabbed forward with all his strength.
The sound of a cold sharp weapon cutting through flesh and blood.
Warm blood flowed out from the wound and splashed on Mingfeng's hands and sleeves.
After the bright red blood fell on his blood-red sleeves, it seemed to disappear and could no longer be seen.
"Master."
A scream came from Qing Ling's mouth. He looked at the woman in white in disbelief. Her clothes were dyed red bit by bit by the bright red blood, and his eyes were filled with blood-red light.
Bi Hai's right hand fell down weakly, and the spiritual butterflies that were flying in the air seemed to have encountered fire. White smoke began to appear all over their bodies, and one by one, they began to disappear.
Mingfeng let go of his hand and looked at the blood red dyeing the clothes of the woman in front of him bit by bit: "I guessed it right, this boy is indeed your weakness. Bihai, the power of the priest you are born with, I I admit that I am not as good as you, but the only thing you will lose in this life is that you are a woman and you are too kind."
Blood dripped down the corners of her pale mouth. Bi Hai lowered her head and glanced at the wound on her abdomen. The dagger was shining with a strange light, resisting Bi Hai's spiritual power, making her wound unable to heal at all, and the blood kept flowing.
She suddenly raised her head and laughed.
"Mingfeng, in order to kill me, you actually created the Huangquan Sword. Today I was defeated by you. I have nothing to say. I only hope that you can let my disciple live."
"This kid really followed a good master. He will not forget him even when he is dying." Mingfeng looked back at the stunned child, "But what do you think, I will let him go?"
Bi Hai touched the broken hair on his forehead with his blood-stained hands. The blood on his hands stained his pale cheeks, which looked so dazzling: "You will let him go."
Bi Hai smiled coldly, brushed the gentian flower on her forehead with her right hand, then pointed towards Qing Ling, and a golden light flew along her fingertips towards Qing Ling not far away.
ah……
A cry of extreme pain came from the young man's mouth. The golden light fiercely covered his whole body, and a hot feeling suddenly hit his whole body. The burning sensation made him cry out.
The gentian pattern on Bihai's forehead began to fade away.
Only then did Mingfeng realize that the mark of the gentian flower began to appear on Qing Ling's forehead.
"You..." Mingfeng looked at Bihai angrily.
"Mingfeng, you don't have this talent, and you can't take away the power of this priest from me. If I die, Mingyue Sect will no longer have a high priest. Now that Qingling has inherited all my power, you will I can’t live without him for the rest of my life, hahahahahahaha.”
The power of the priest left Bi Hai, and she seemed to have been severely peeled off a layer of skin. When she opened her mouth, she could no longer speak and could only spit out a large mouthful of blood.
A surge of anger rose from Mingfeng's body, and he stepped forward and slapped Bihai.
The snow-white clothes were blooming with plum blossoms, like a kite with a broken string, flying towards the center of the Moon Lake.
The eyes of the ten-year-old boy were filled with blood red, and the only thing left in front of him was the figure that was swallowed up bit by bit by the moon lake, and could no longer be seen.
Ming Feng slowly walked to Qing Ling's side: "It seems that you will follow me from now on, Lord Priest."
The young man turned his head and looked at him with scarlet eyes: "Kill her."
Mingfeng stretched out his hand and lifted his chin, looking at the golden gentian pattern on his forehead: "So what if I kill her, I will make you forget Bihai. From now on, remember that your leader is only me."
The sky started to get brighter.
No one goes down the mountain to Sangkuan Village.
When the light just illuminated every inch of the land, the people in Sangkuan Village opened their doors and wanted to go out to work as usual.
But everyone was stunned by what they saw.
Snakes, insects, rats, and ants all over the ground were moving frantically, and flocks of birds flew overhead as if they were being chased, fleeing for their lives in the distance. The animals in the village were roaring crazily.
Everyone stood at the door of the house whispering, and some scared children began to cry.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces...
It seemed like something was floating down from above.
Everyone raised their heads and looked into the air in surprise. The things floated down one after another and landed on people's skin.
"It's ashes." Someone screamed, "It's the ground fire that's about to burst out."
For a while, screams came one after another.
At that moment, a thunderous sound resounded from the sky.
A loud noise came from not far away, and the ground shook violently. Everyone began to shake, and some women and children fell to the ground.
The sky suddenly darkened again, and dark clouds were everywhere, as if the originally bright sky was instantly covered with a layer of black cloth.
Everyone looked towards the mountain not far away in horror.
On the top of the mountain, a huge white cloud rose into the sky, blooming like a lotus, and below the cloud, like the brightest fireworks in the night, shot straight down and broke through the sky.
On this day in southern Xinjiang, everyone felt the earth shaking.
And Sangkuan Village, amid the lightning, was finally covered by darkness.
