Chapter 33: The blue river is clear and shallow, and it is a little different 6

As expected, Wei Tanyi was nearly a miles behind. When Han Ruqi found him, he had fallen on the grass, surrounded by countless translucent ghosts, tearing off pieces of meat on his body and eating it.

"My God..." Shouldn't he be dazzling? He's being eaten by a ghost? Wei Tanyi! What are you doing again!"

It's okay not to shout. When he shouted, the ghosts all noticed him, turned their heads one after another, and rushed at him at the same time. Han Ruqi, who had no power to fight again, tried to wave his left arm, hoping that the Dangyang sword could more or less resist those ghosts. Unfortunately, it had little effect. Although the wild ghosts were afraid of the Yang sword, they could still find the gap to attack him. In a short time, he was bruised all over his body and fell on the grass.

It's over. This time he's going to die with this guy.

Suddenly, a tiger roar fell from the sky, and the earth shook. All the ghosts, including the one who waved the axe at the beginning, were shocked and screamed and retreated.

"It's really embarrassing, Lord Han." The prophet who came on the white tiger didn't seem to see Wei Tanyi and greeted him easily. Han Ruxu was so painful that he couldn't speak. He held his breath and looked at her.

The prophet got off the horse, looked a few times in the direction where Wei Tanyi fell, and said, "Lord Han is not seriously injured, but I can only save one of you two. Who should I save?"

When did she return to her mother-in-law? Han Ruqi stared at her: "I can't die." If you save that guy, you will also be saved. It's not a loss.

"Really," the prophet smiled gently, somehow making him feel that the laughter was very familiar. "If I say that I must borrow the wooden charm in Lord Han's arms to save him, is Lord Han still willing to save him?"

"Wooden symbol?" He reached out and took out his hand for a long time to pull out the bloody wooden charm.

With the dim moonlight, the word "Jiang" on the back of the wooden symbol is faintly visible. This is the only missing that the master's wife left him. Is it worth handing over for that guy?

The prophet did not urge him, leaning on the white tiger and not talking.

Wei Tanyi... This guy's mouth is vicious, cruel and cunning. He doesn't make himself uncomfortable all day. If he dies, no one will make him angry all day long, no one will chase behind his buttocks to ask for debt, and no one will make waves in the capital... It's best for him to die, isn't it the best to die?

"Hung!" When Yang Jian couldn't stand the weight of almost his whole person, he broke it like this. Han Ruqi was stunned and looked at the broken sword.

"When the Yang sword is broken, it seems that Master Wei is also the same as the original dyed general in those years, and he is entrusted with non-human." The prophet sighed leisurely and rode the white tiger and turned away.

Han Ruxu sat in place in a daze, holding a broken sword in one hand and a wooden charm in the other. I don't know how long he thought about it. Suddenly, he cut the red rope with a broken sword and threw the wooden charm towards Wei Tanyi.

"You bastard, if you want to die, you are willing to live. I'm too lazy to care about you!" After roaring this sentence, the remaining strength was almost exhausted. He happily threw the broken sword and let it fall back.

If you die, just die.

***

No wonder I went to Zhulou again and didn't agree no matter how I shouted.

No wonder I want a child, but I haven't got it in half a year.

No wonder she holds a jade silkworm in her hand. No wonder she wants to give herself an amulet. It turned out that she had calculated everything. She knew that she was the son of the owner of Futianzhai. She must have known it for a long time.

Megara lay in a pile of corpses, and the noon sun scorched his scarred body.

Why am I so stupid? I will live in such a hidden place and be so young. It can only be the witch of Baisuo Village, and it can only be the Baisuo witch who must grow up with poison from childhood!

Since a few months ago, he has not been able to find A Zi when he entered the mountain. There was only the roar of a white tiger on the bamboo building, and he could not hear anyone's movements. What he should have thought is that when the two villages are at war, only the witches will leave the bamboo building where they live and go to the battlefield.

When she told herself not to answer, don't come up, she was ready to leave. She wanted to help the people of Baisuzhai defeat the army of Futianzhai and the Central Plains. She was with herself just to refine the silkworm that could poison thousands of people and horses. She was just her prop, and she was ridiculously hopeful. She can give birth to a child for herself.

A Zihe A Zi, you have such a sinister heart under your beautiful appearance, extracting the feelings of people's hearts, but refining the poison of killing people.

"Ada, there is a man here who is still alive!" The sun was suddenly blocked, and an eight- or nine-year-old girl was holding her knees and looking at herself curiously.

The man quickly rushed over, grabbed one hand of Megara and cut the pulse. He was surprised and said, "The white witch's heavenly silkworm has killed all the animals within a radius of ten miles. How can anyone survive?"

...What did he say?

"Jin Ye, come and help him. Let's take him home."

"Aa!"

... Was he saying that he was the only survivor?

Megara was carried home drowsily by a man. After taking a shower, he found that he had hardly been injured, let alone poisoning. The black blood all over his body was sprinkled by the dead people around him, and the reason why he was weak was that he was hungry for too long.

"You are really well-fated. You can survive from the heavenly silkworm, but there is no wow in the myth." The man seems to be a barefoot doctor. It is rare to pick up such a patient as him who escaped from death. He insists on staying at home and carefully recovering his wounds. "Can you tell me how you survived?"

Little Jinye was simmering medicine. Hearing his father's question, he also came over: "Jinye should also listen!"

"I..." Megara hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly, "I know the poisonous witch." But before he fell down, he should also be seriously injured.

The man suddenly realized: "So it is!" Jin Ye didn't understand why. He held his father's clothes and asked, "Why?"

"That's because the book says that there must be a man and a woman to cultivate the silkworm. This poison is just like their child. Whose child will hurt his parents?" Jin Ye's mother was tidying up the table and preparing to eat. Hearing her daughter's question, she answered with a smile.

"Child?"

He and A Zi's child were actually the big bug that killed thousands of people with a wave of wings that day?

The man seemed to see what he was thinking and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Young man, you think crooked. People and people can't have poison, but poisons need to suck blood to grow up. The witch you fall in love with must have already given birth to a child. It takes more than half a year to cultivate the heavenly silkworm, and the moment of refining is usually also It's the time of childbirth."

Migalo's expression changed greatly. He turned over and was about to get out of bed. The man hurriedly stopped him: "Even if you look for it, you can't find it. The book says that after the child is born, it is handed over to Shi Shen to raise it. Even the child's parents can't see him again..." "I'm going to find A Zi."

He turned over every peak and every small river. No matter how deep the canyon was, he dabbled on the dangerous cliffs one by one, but he could never find A Zi's figure. More than ten years of time flicked. When he was exhausted, he happened to pass by the bamboo downstairs of that year, but he heard a familiar song.

It is still the folk songs that the children of Blue Mountain are most familiar with. The voice is slightly different and they look younger.

"...A Zi!" After looking downstairs for a long time, I finally couldn't help shouting.

A small head quickly poked out from the bamboo building and asked with a smile, "How did you know my name?"

The fatigue all over his body seemed to disappear in an instant, and the heavy stone pressed on his heart also fell. Micah looked up at her - the face that was like his own, and his smile was pure and flawless.

I want to ask her where she has spent these years, whether she has seen her mother, and if she has ever thought about who her father is.

"I'm just... just shouting casually."

If you don't raise your head, tears will come out.

***

The golden light burst out at the moment when it was stained with the blood of the corpse, shining the whole blue mountain like day.

The two unconscious people were bathed in the golden light, and the wounds on their bodies healed at an amazing speed. In a short time, they recovered so that no trace could be seen.

The prophet hidden behind the tree stared at this scene and stretched out his hand to slowly lift the veil. Just like the hands, his face was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was a girl.

"You saved your father's life in the same way, mother."

Tears flowed slowly from the same eyes for 900 years.

"After he turned around and left, I understood."