My name is Wang Zhiqiu, and I have received a flying Lao Zi into the book.

Since then, I have been in a bad mood. I haven't opened a shop for a month and lay dead at home.

I slept groggy and heard someone crying beside me, miserable.

"I drop a aunt ah, you open your eyes and take a look, what have you not arranged....」

The man also stretched out his hand to test my breath.

I slapped his hand away.

"Don't love me, no result, unless you can live me. 」

Zhang Datou wept with joy: "I live you a ghost, you bad old woman is very bad. 」

He said, "Aunt, I thought you were going to sleep until I died of old age. 」

I said, "Don't worry, I will wake up and send you to your death that day. 」

Zhang Dashou gritted his teeth and said, "The last demon is not in the book. How dare you sleep? 」

I held up two fingers. "Two. 」

"The flying head Lao Zi has collected it. Isn't there only one left? Why is there still a demon? 」

"Different demons recorded 107 kinds of demons. Liu Gong said he wanted to put together an even number and added a name with a stroke of a pen. 」

"So… so easy? 」

"Yes, the old man doesn't speak of martial arts. 」

"What was the name of the last demon? 」

"Even ginger. 」

When I finished the name, I always felt a little cold on my face. Zhang Datou jumped up: "lie in the trough, lie in the trough! You are crying. 」

I glared at him, "I'm not crying, I'm just trachoma. 」

Zhang DaTou rarely did not debunked me and sat next to me: "Aunt, tell me the truth, are you Princess Zhong Li Yi? 」

"Who told you that? 」

"Guess. 」

"You should read my notes less and respect your privacy. 」

「... I don't look at those things, how to help you catch demons. 」

"That's true. 」

Zhang Datou was a person who got to the bottom of the matter: "You had an engagement with Murong Zhao, the high priest of Yindu, but you had a crush on his apprentice Lian Jiang. Then you two survived and put Murong on a cuckold hat. Murong threw Lian Jiang into the river to feed fish. Lian Jiang became a demon. In order to see him again, you have lived to this day...... 」

I strangled him. "You died of too much talk. 」

Since then, Zhang Datou has been like a demon barrier. He developed brain holes in front of me every day, and he came up with all kinds of plots. Once he actually said, "Murong Zhao is not good, so you have a crush on Lian Jiang... 」

My face was black: "Have you been idle lately? 」

"Yes, the antique shop is out of business. I just want to hear some gossip every day. 」

"Do you want to know the history of the flying head? 」

"Think. 」

He was a little excited and came to me and said, "What happened to that boy? 」

I took him to the evil mirror, tuned to the channel of the son, and kicked him in.

Then he grabbed a melon seed and chased the play through the stage.

......

Ten miles apricot flower village.

It is the place where the Sons were born.

The village used to be a waste village. Many years ago, a group of man-eating monsters lived here.

But that's just a rumor, after all, no one has seen it with their own eyes.

Xinghua Village is a very beautiful place, with green mountains and green waters, green fences, and a crooked-necked apricot tree at the entrance of the village.

The escapees from the war lived with joy, as was the case with the father and mother of the Shizi.

He is ten years old this year and has three sisters in his family, all of whom are beautiful-looking girls.

The family is very poor, but his parents and sisters love him very much. They would rather be hungry than save a bite of food to feed him.

He was the best-looking boy in the village because he had no worries about food and clothing and had a ruddy complexion.

The crooked neck apricot tree at the entrance of the village is his favorite place to play.

I don't know when, under the apricot tree appeared a barefoot little girl, the girl is about the same age as him, with red lips and white teeth, pink carved jade cut, very beautiful.

The girl said her name was Joe and she came from a distant village.

Shanxia village is very poor, and people eat people, her parents were eaten, she escaped alone, has not eaten for a long time.

He took a piece of bread from home and gave it to her. He looked at the way she gobbled it up, but he still didn't believe it: "How can a man eat a man? I don't believe it. 」

"Really, there are locusts in the fields. After eating all the crops, we have to eat locusts. The locust juice is green and bitter, and we can't swallow it. Besides, we eat and eat the plague. There are dead people everywhere. We can't stand the hunger. Some people eat the dead. 」

Joe swallowed the last bite of the cake with difficulty and choked, "The dead are not good to eat, and they are also infected with the plague, so they put their ideas on the living. First, they eat the children, and then they eat the children. When the children eat up, they eat the adults. 」

He was so stunned that he couldn't speak for a long time: "It's okay, it's okay that we don't have locusts here. 」

"That's not necessarily true. 」

Joe squinted at him with a smile in his eyes, meaning: "Locusts can fly, sometime tomorrow.

Now. 」

A word into a prophecy.

The locusts really flew to Xinghua Village, covering the sky and the sun, like a group of monsters and ghosts, eating up all the crops in the field, rolling up the ground slag and deserted.

Crying and shouting, but the days are always going to pass, tightening the waistband, but everything that can be eaten is sent to the mouth, even the apricot tree at the entrance of the village can not be avoided, the bark of the tree is stripped bare, bald, like a skeleton.

Joe left, and when he left, he told him solemnly, "Be careful, you will eat people soon. They will eat children first. 」

"You, you are talking nonsense! 」

"I won't lie to you. 」

Joe cocked his head and looked worried, "You gave me a cake, so I kindly remind you that maybe your parents have sharpened their knives and are ready to kill you. 」

"You are talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense!. 」

Zhizi fell into panic and ran home without looking back, but when he got to the door, his feet began to tremble and he did not dare to go in.

"Why are you standing still? Come on in. 」

The yellow-faced and emaciated second sister took him into the room. On the humble table, there was a bowl of rice soup that reflected the figure.

The second sister said to him, "My parents and elder sister have gone over the mountain to dig wild vegetables together. I hope there will be wild vegetables to eat tomorrow. 」

After drinking the rice soup, the son breathed a sigh of relief.

When I woke up the next day, I was greedy in a strong smell of meat. Before I could wear my shoes, I ran to the outhouse and saw a pot of roast meat on the table.

Mother touched his head. "We didn't find any wild vegetables, but we hunted a deer. 」

During that time, three meals a day, with broth and venison...... the son reluctantly finished drinking the broth, licked the bottom of the bowl and put it on the table.

However, the elder sister disappeared, and her parents said they would take her to the city's master Lin's house as a maid.

Some of them miss her.

After a period of time, the venison was finished, and the family fell into hunger again. After drinking clear soup and water for a few days, my parents took my second sister up the mountain to hunt.

That night, they had meat again, but the second sister was gone.

My parents said they sent her to find her elder sister.

When he was full of food and drink, Zhizi ran to the apricot tree at the entrance of the village, lay down and took a nap. He dreamed of Ah Qiao. Ah Qiao opened his mouth and told him in panic: "Zhizi, Zhizi, it's your third sister's turn next. After your third sister, it's your turn. 」

What's your turn? To be a book boy at Master Lin's house?

"Look back, what did the village look like? 」

He woke up from his dream and looked back. The small village with green trees was gone, scorched earth everywhere, houses collapsed and wildfires spread.

The sallow-faced and emaciated villagers on the roadside were in small groups, all looking at him with impatience, and their throats swallowed deeply.

He panicked and ran home quickly,

Pushed away, coldly was splashed with blood.

Lying on the ground is the third sister, staring big eyes, body a few blood holes.

The one with the knife is Dad.

Zhizi froze for a few seconds. When his parents shouted and pulled him into the room, the whole person seemed to be in purgatory and was drenched in a basin of hot oil.

He lost his consciousness and all his reason. He took the knife from his father's hand and stabbed him hard.

The mother cried and stabbed the father to death. He turned away without expression, step by step, walked towards the mother, and waved the knife mercilessly.

"Son, what are you doing! The son... 」

Let's go to hell, let's go to hell together.

At the entrance of the village, under the apricot tree, which was as dry as bones, stood a girl with a bewildering face, red lips and white teeth. She turned her head and saw Zhizi covered in blood with a smile on her mouth: "Look, Zhizi, the apricot tree is about to sprout again. 」

When he looked up, wait for a while threw down the knife in his hand and saw Aqiao Yang looking at the apricot tree, the silhouette was soft and touching.

"Xinghua Village, this is a place where people eat people. 」

Joe's voice murmured, but it seemed to have a magic, causing people to nod involuntarily.

Zhizi stood under the apricot tree in a trance and smiled at her miserably: "Yes, this is the place where people eat people. 」

2

Killing is just the beginning.

Meng Zhizi is well-known. At a young age, he is a man-eating demon. He leads a group of fellow demons who are also demons and begins a long process of eating people.

At first, I can cook, but then my taste becomes picky. I want to take meat alive, heart alive, and technique clean.

If the killed person is thrown on the ground, his mouth will move and there will be breath. If there is no breath, then the meat is not fresh and needs to be re-drawn.

Of course, it is best for children, but children do not eat children.

Although Joe found it difficult to understand, he was repeatedly advised to try it.

Joe's suggestion was not totally unacceptable. She said that the brain flower should be eaten raw, while it was hot and sweet.

Zhizi tasted the delicious food, and the more he ate, the happier he was. Several nearby villages had almost eaten. It seems that he has to shift his position to find new food.

At this time, Joe was about to leave. She looked at the sky from afar, "Zhizi, I once loved a man. He said he would be nice to me. I'm going to find him. 」

He took her hand and said, "Joe, I will be good to you too. Don't go. 」

Qiao smiled, charming and moving: "I will come back to find you.

Say that finish, you left

Joe has been away for half a year, and he misses her very much.

His ranks are growing stronger and more notorious.

Killing and setting fire to the golden belt, Zhizi no longer needs to leave Xinghua Village. He lies lazily on the roof to bask in the sun every day. Naturally, someone will send fresh ingredients to him for him to choose from.

Until one day, there was a smiling old man in the ingredients that were sent.

He was a little angry: "Old man, when the meat is all firewood, how dare you send it to me? 」

The companion's face changed with fright: "I caught ten people originally, but the old man let one go in the middle, so I had to catch him to make up for it. 」

He let go? Zi squinted his eyes and stared at the old man: "Old man, there is a way in the sky you don't go, there is no way in hell you break in. 」

"The old man wanted to go to heaven, but he was dragged to hell. If the little boy is kind, let me go back. 」

"Go back? Go back where? 」

"Nature is the pure land. 」

"Is there a pure land in this world? 」

"What the little childe saw before his eyes was the filthy land of the Saha, the boundless pure land on all sides, all in his heart. 」

He laughed and drew his sword and pointed it at the old man. His eyes were cruel: "I'll dig out your heart now and see what the Pure Land looks like! 」

The old man was killed, the heart is not the same, dig out for a long time, the same is scarlet rotten meat.

Pure land, which have what pure land..

Zhizi laughed twice and made the old man's heart into a dish and ate it clean that night.

But when I woke up at night, I saw an old man standing in the room and looked intently. Isn't it the old man who was dug up by himself during the day?

If the sword is pulled out fiercely, it is bound to cut the old man into meat sauce.

But the old man stood smiling, waving the dust in his hand, and his body could not move.

In front of me, there was a sudden white fog, and the immortal atmosphere in the room was fluttering, which soon turned into a nothingness immortal mountain.

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The fairy mountain is next to the seaside, and on the boulder by the seaside, sits an old man in a robe, white-haired and immortal style.

The old man meditates with his eyes closed, and the figure seems to blend into the chaos.

Quietly, the waves on the shore hit the stone reef, and suddenly turned out the earth-shattering waves. A water python roared out, swallowing its huge tail and opening its mouth, swallowing the old man into its stomach.

Everything happened so fast that the son was shocked and could not return to god.

The Lord of the firewood passed by and swallowed all these apricots, but cut down the water from the public workers who rose up from the king,

The anaconda took a knife, roared, and with a wave of its tail, it threw the woodcutter's head off.

The head grunts to the ground, but the woodcutter's body is not idle, holding the axe, struggling to give the anaconda the last

Hit.

Then staggered and fell, no longer moving.

When the woodcutter woke up, his head was already connected to his body. The fairy-like old man was smiling at him and waving dust in his hand: "I am the Lord of the Qing Dynasty. I am too empty in my mind. I was swallowed by a monster. Fortunately, I was saved by my friend, and my friend suffered from the loss of his head. 」

"The Immortals are polite. 」

The woodcutter cocked his head and quickly knelt down.

Ling Bao Tianzun smiled and helped him to stand up: "I have been blessed by my friend and need to be rewarded. I wonder what my friend wants? 」

The woodcutter had just separated his head. Although he had already connected his head, he still felt the pain unbearable and blurted out: "The splendor and wealth are not what I want. If the immortal insists on returning to me, when he was just cut off by the anaconda, it will be like purgatory: pain, I pray that from now on, I and my descendants will not die without disaster. 」

The Buddha thought for a while: "If you don't die with your head, it's against heaven. I promise that your people can live for three days with their heads cut off. How about that? 」

"So, thank you, Sin. 」 The woodcutter knelt down and was grateful.

For thousands of years, the descendants of the woodcutter have been decapitated to live, flying their heads for thousands of miles, omnipotent, with the divine power that mortals dream of, and they are known as the Lou Tou Shi.

But as time evolved, these powers became more and more filthy, profit-making, evil breeding, more good evil, once harmful to the four sides, the loss of life.

The relationship between the Lutou clan and people is complicated. Some help the tyrants and do a lot of bad things, while others eat people's hearts and practice evil skills.

When the world is in chaos, there must be evil worship. A promise made thousands of years ago will be a big mistake.

But because the Buddha had promised that the woodcutter clansmen would not be destroyed, the sky could not be destroyed.

The heavens shall not perish, but shall they perish by themselves.

The strongest flying head is pretty, but immortal... How did the news spread? There is no way to know, but Lo Tou believed it to be true, and it triggered the most brutal cannibalism.

The last flying head that endangers the world is called Qiao Ruo.

Heaven cannot be destroyed, and there must always be someone who will live for her and destroy her.

The chosen one is the son of Mon.

The great enlightenment was not due to the Tao of heaven, but because the filth of the Saha was removed by the Taoist and saw the Xinghua Village five years ago.

Locusts are everywhere, coming from the east, because under the apricot tree stood a girl carved in pink and jade. The girl was holding a piccolo in her hand, her lips were raised and she played a strange tune.

It's Joe.

Locusts became plagues and the plague spread. He saw that he lost his mind that year. He took a knife and pushed open the house. His eyes were cruel and he rushed up to kill all his parents.

Oh, and the sister, three sisters who loved him, all died under his knife.

"Son of a bitch! What are you doing!

Mother with tears, trembling lips, looking at him mad, pale.

Kill them all, Zhizi was expressionless, wiped the blood from the knife on his sleeve, turned around numbly and walked out of the house.

The girl standing under the apricot tree looked at him with a smile and waved her hand to remove a black fog from his eyes.

Then he looked up and sighed, "Xinghua Village, this is a place where people eat people. 」

A leaf blind.

Outside the East China Sea, there is Zhang Weidao Mountain. The old man of Dianhua Zhizi is the old road on the mountain. Zhizi later worshipped him as a teacher, renamed Meng Qing, and finally went to Cangnan Mountain.

Zhang Yue of Cangnan Mountain went out of the same school with his teacher, so he took in this poor younger brother.

Meng Qing met Amon there.

Amon is a little Taoist, with a round bun and a round face.

She often dressed in white and holding a long sword in her hand, practicing her sword skills in the misty green hills.

In March, the peach groves were colorful, and the petals fell on her head, but she didn't know it.

She is a female disciple of Zhang Yue Zhen's family and an orphan. She was sent up the mountain from an early age and was taught under Zhang Yue Zhen's family together with all her disciples.

When Meng Qinggang went up the mountain, Cangnan's disciples were all afraid of him, because everyone inquired about him. This unruly and unruly young Shishu turned out to be the ogre Meng Zhizi in Xinghua Village a few years ago.

No one dared to go near him, and Meng Qing felt a little boring until he discovered the existence of Amon.

Every year on the 15th of the first month, this little Taoist who smiles sweetly on weekdays is a little unhappy.

She would dance her sword in the peach forest, sweating profusely, then climb up the tallest tree in the forest, and look at it for a long time in a daze toward the direction of the mountain.

She was waiting for someone. The man's name was Yuan Yao and he was the son of General Yuan Jinheng.

Yuan Yao was a young military commander. When he was young, he was infected with evil celebrations. He was sent to Cangnan Mountain by his father to recuperate.

Young Amon met young Yuan Yao, and his heart sprouted. He gave each other gifts and agreed to be together in the future.

Later, Yuan Yao got sick and went down the mountain. He was fresh and angry and fought on the battlefield.

After many years, he wrote a letter to Amun. The letter said that the Beiguan War was successful, and soon he could return to Beijing and come to Cangnanshan to find her on the 15th of the first month.

Yuan Yao said, "Amon, I have told my father that I want to marry you. At that time, he will personally visit the real person Zhang Yue. 」

The young hero did not disappoint her. Amon was full of joy and ran and danced in the woods.

On the fifteenth day of the first month, she washed and washed carefully, traced her eyebrows and went to the peach blossom forest to wait for him.

From morning to evening, from day to night, from the fifteenth day of the first month of this year to the fifteenth day of the first month of the next year, now it is almost the third year.

Amon said, "I will go down the mountain to find him. 」

Meng Qing disdained: "Sometime the family has a group of wives and concubines, children in pairs. 」

"Have you ever gone down the mountain? The mountain is full of starvation, and pestilence is rampant, and your flesh is not enough for others to plug their teeth.

"Uncle! 」

Amon shouted at him and scared Meng Qing nearly fell from the tree.

"Why! 」

"They say you are very good, even better than old man Zhang Yue. Why don't you teach me a sword technique? Once you have learned it, I will go down the mountain! 」

"Do you know who I am? Aren't you afraid of me? 」

"I'm not afraid. Uncle Shi is a good person, and you see how cute I am. Even if you are a man-eating demon, you certainly can't bear to eat me, can you? 」

Amon blinked at him and grinned, his tiger teeth pointed, but really a little cute.

From then on, Meng Qing taught her sword technique in Taolin.

Sometimes they teach hand in hand, sometimes they fight each other, and when they are tired, they lie on the ground and rest.

Amon was so tired that her nose was sweating. What she said most to Meng Qing was Yuan Yao.

How good Yuan Yao is, how intelligent he is, and how he loves her.

"Once we secretly went to the mountain temple together to pick fruit, and met a group of very bad mountain people. At that time, we were still young. The mountain people dragged us into the temple. Ah Yao was always protecting me. When they tried to bully me, he tried his best to knock over the candlelight on the table and burn the whole mountain temple... Later we escaped, only to find that Ah Yao was also burned, there's a big scar on my face. 」

Amon's eyes were foggy: "I was crying so sadly that I secretly thought that if he could not find a wife in the future, I would marry him. 」

"But he hasn't broken his promise yet. 」

At that time, Meng Qing lay lazily on the branch and poured cold water on her.

But Amon got up from the ground and pointed his sword at him angrily: "He's not that kind of man! He must have gone to the battlefield to fight again. The country will rise and fall, and the love between children can only be postponed for a while. 」

"Self-deception. 」

Meng Qing snorted coldly from his nose.

"Uncle, come down, I want to compare my sword with you! 」

The sword technique that could have been practiced in just a few months, for some reason, was taught slowly for a year. In this year, Meng Qing and Amon were inseparable.

Amon's sword technique is getting better and better. He holds a long sword in his hand and jumps up. The peach blossom season is full of colorful falls, but Meng Qing is somewhat stunned.

Meng Qing did not know when he had her in his heart.

He only remembered that day when the setting sun poured wine and the two fought each other in the peach forest. Amon was still not his opponent. After more than ten moves, he shot down his sword, staggered and nearly fell down, but suddenly he grabbed his arm and held it tightly in his arms.

"Still fighting? 」

He leaned over and laughed in her ear, but didn't want the two to get too close, and Amon blushed and was furious.

To break away from him, even the ears are ashamed to turn pink.

"Uncle, let me go! 」

"No! 」

He was joking and thought Doby was interesting, but Amon stopped talking and gradually stopped struggling.

After a while, he choked up and said, "Uncle, I'm going down the mountain to find Yuan Yao. 」

"Can you not go? 」

"No, I 've waited for him for so many years and I need an answer. 」

"What if he is already dead? 」

"Live to see a man, die to see a corpse. 」

Amon gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes. Meng Qing was silent and slowly loosened his hand.

He looked at her and tried to stretch out his hand to wipe away her tears, but paused, withdrew his sword, and turned away.

"If you can't find him, come back to me. 」

Meng Qing knew that Amon could not find Yuan Yao. Yuan Yao was dead.

Three years ago, the battle of Lingcheng was successful. Yuan Yao returned to Beijing. When the army was stationed in the outskirts of Kaizhou, it happened to save a woman who was almost raped by criminals.

The woman's name was Joe.

According to the rumor, A Qiao became in love with Yuan Yao and followed him barefoot, begging: "Slaves are willing to be cattle and horses, just to stay with the general. Does the general dislike me? 」

Yuan Yao smiled and pointed to the scar on his face: "Why should I dislike you with this appearance? I just have the right person. I will get married soon. Let's go, girl.

He spoke of his love, with a soft expression that made Joe's eyes tearful.

He gave her all the money he had.

Joe didn't accept it at first, but finally took it with tears, saying, "The general saved the slave, but he refused to take the slave. Joe didn't expect anything in return. He wanted to tell the general something, but please remember that after returning home, you should never open the steamer in the stove at any time. 」

Yuan Yao thought she was strange and frowned.

Shortly after returning to Beijing, his father Yuan Jinheng suddenly became ill. On the day of Yuan Fu's funeral, he found something wrong with his sister Yuan Xiu.

Yuan Xiu's eyes were dull. Walking Dead usually brought a bowl of meatball soup from the kitchen and insisted that he eat it face to face.

Five attractive red meat balls were floating in the porcelain bowl with blue glaze and white background. Yuan Yao became suspicious and rushed into the kitchen to find out.

Yuan Yao entered the kitchen stove and never came out again.

Until the second day, a large number of government servants entered the mansion. Yuan's mansion was dead and mad. A headless male corpse stood beside the kitchen stove. After identification, it was Yuan Yao who died.

On that day, the firewood in the stove was still burning vigorously, the flames tore and licked the steamer, and the smoke curled up in the kitchen, steaming hot and fragrant.

A yamen servant went to the stove, drew his sword and pointed it at the steamer, and lifted the lid off!

In the steamer, there are five heads, stewed to a pulp, and the skin is open.

It's Yuan Jinheng, Yuan Yao, Yuan Xiu, and Yuan Fu's two aunts.

The chief's legs were so weak that he vomited and collapsed to the ground.

"That's not important. At this moment, you are important. 」

The wind and rain outside the house, the house flowers and candles swaying.

Joe looked at the young and handsome man, cheeks as bright as peaches, her narrow eyes, ethereal.

Why did she like Yuan Jinheng at that time? When she returned to the Yuan family, she saw Yuan Lang, who was 40 or 50 years old and was already old.

In his forties, he lost his aura, ordinary and ordinary, leaving her at a loss.

She used to think of such a disgusting ordinary person?

She touched her face with great satisfaction. She was so handsome and young. This was the man she should like. She made him. They depended on each other.

The son fell into the magic path for her, never betrayed her, and never died.

On the third watch, the night was thick, the rain was getting heavier and the wind was howling.

The flowers and candles in the house burned out, the darkness was covered, and a thunder rang out of thin air, reflecting on Meng Qing's face.

He stood beside the bed with a green sword in his hand and a cold expression.

The will to kill, the sword should rise, like a howling lightning, toward the sleeping Joe cut!

3

Big Head fainted in a vision.

I brought him back. He held my leg and cried with a snot: "It's too bad. It's better to be a new China. I love my motherland. 」

Later, I drank scented tea and sat leisurely in front of the store to bask in the sun. He squatted beside me like a pug.

"Aunt, didn't Meng Qing use the Green Bull Sword to kill Fei Tou Lao? Why didn't she die. 」

"Meng Qing was too impatient. The sword of Qingniu was changed by Murong Zhao's introduction of different demons. The sword was not upright and was placed in Cangnan at that time.

When Amon died, he couldn't wait to take the sword away in advance. 」

After Fei Tou Lao Zi entered the book, I was really depressed for some days, because I haven't heard the name of Murong Zhao mentioned for a long time.

Meng Qing, in fact, I have seen this person.

When I was 14 years old, I was still in Yin. In the name of Zhang Weidao, he came to Murong Zhao with Shen Liugong, a heavenly official of Da Qin Dynasty. Murong Zhao led the body water river's different demon green youth sword, named green cow sword, can slay the head clan.

The Sheshui River is choppy, angry, overcast and icy.

Murong Zhao overturned his hand and turned the river into the sea. The different demons sealed in Hanoi could be turned into swords by him, and the resentment of the corpse water river could be suppressed by him.

The shadow of that Zhilan Yushu, such a powerful existence, was shocked by heaven and man and shocked him.

Unfortunately, Murong Zhao will never be able to walk out of Yin.

Street vehicles come and go, from time to time sound a few whistle, the sun is shining, the times civilization, people trance.

The big head asked, "What is the existence of Yin? What kind of person is Murong Zhao? 」

Zhang Datou saved some minutes to listen to gossip. If I didn't care about him at ordinary times, I suddenly wanted to talk to him today.

People mentioned him one by one my master, Murong Zhao.

I said, "Yin Dou has existed since the Shang Dynasty. It was under the jurisdiction of the Emperor Zhou before, and then under the jurisdiction of the King of Qin. No matter how chaotic the Spring and Autumn and Warring States were, no one would touch it, because the existence of Yin Dou was a secret. 」

"I know that there is a river of corpses under the city, which has sealed up monsters. 」

I nodded: "The real history of Shang Zhou is much more horrible than you know. Almost all kinds of demons and ghosts went into battle in the Battle of Mu Ye. At that time, all the people in the world were devastated. Kang Hui led the water from Shishan Mountain to Yindu. The son of Candle Yin, the god of Zhong Shan, was sacrificed to Sheshui River for killing the god Baojiang River. From then on, Sheshui River became a container for sealing different demon. 」

"As for Murong Zhao, he is the person I want to see, but I will never see again. 」

In my yellow-painted sub-note, I opened the first page and wrote one-

"In the Qin Dynasty, there was a city in the southwest, a river under the city, and countless demons were trapped. 」

"The king of the Yin has a daughter, the state has a witch, the son sacrifices the river, the princess casts the lock. 」

Big head once asked me why I wrote notes.

Now I want to tell him, because I have lived too long and too long, the gods will die one day, and I am afraid that one day I will forget.

A long time ago, my name was not Wang Zhiqiu.

I was born in the Warring States Period, and I don't remember whether I was from Qi or Qin.

Deep in my memory are war, plague, hunger and death.

Displaced and devastated, my parents seemed to have died as a result of the war, but I vaguely remember that they seemed to have died of the plague.

Anyway, I forgot.

I only remember that when I was young, I was in Qin, barefoot and naked.

I was sick then, dirty, thin, shivering and huddled in the street.

My only friend, Douzi, wanted to take me to yiguang, but he was also a little beggar. He pestered the official master for money and was crushed to death by the official master's carriage.

I remember that I was dying, too, and in a daze I saw a noble carriage passing by the street, standing up hard and bumping into it.

I am a man of backbone and want to use this way to protest that they ran over my friend.

Sitting on the carriage were Shen Liugong, the heavenly official of Daqin, and Zhong Li Shi, the Yin Wang who came to Qin to receive the seal.

In theory, the next plot should be that Shen Liugong took me in and I became a child in Tiangong.

But at that time there was a young man in the cloak of a fox fur beside King Yin.

I still remember that Qiu was a silver fox, spotless, with a man's jade crown and hair, slender eyebrows and eyes, thin lips and red, and eyes as dark as ink.

That is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. His skin is extremely white and he looks like a fairy.

My master, Murong Zhao, is such a gentle person.

When I was a little beggar, I hit a head of blood. He took off his cloak and wrapped me in a warm and clean silver fox fur. Then he picked me up and took me back to Yindu.

Later, I once asked him, "Did you see my bones at that time and want to accept me as a disciple.. 」

He "ah", said slowly: "I saw you show two buttocks, feel extremely indecent. 」

Well, anyway, I was only five years old at that time, and all the places that should be covered were covered. If you see the buttocks, you can see them, just as they see the monkey.

Oh no, just as I was watched by a monkey.

In short, Murong Zhao gave me a name, Lian Jiang.

I got a cat called Bean.

I was raised as a boy in the palace of Yin Dushi.

I didn't deliberately hide it, because I grew a little thick eyebrows at that time. Murong Zhao's department palace only had children's clothes. I always wore children's clothes and bunched hair, just like the rest of his disciples.

At that time, no one knew that I was a daughter except him. Shen Liugong did know that, but he was far away in Daqin and could not gossip.

The palace is full of men. Growing up in that environment, I always thought I was like them.

It was not until I was 13 years old that my pants were dyed red and I was so scared that I didn't even wear my pants. I cried and went to the hall to find him.

"Master, my ass is sore and bleeding, I'm dying! 」

At that time, there were several other senior brothers and younger brothers in the hall. Everyone had a good relationship at ordinary times and cared about me very much. Hearing this, they quickly gathered around.

My four senior brothers said, "Lian Jiang, take off your pants and let me have a look. 」

My ninth brother said, "Don't be afraid. Master will heal you. Just gouge it out. 」

My five senior brothers took care to pull my pants.

Murong Zhao has always been gentle to us, but that day he was unusually strange. He kicked them one by one and then let them go outside to stand in the rules.

I consciously obediently lay down on his couch and gritted my teeth: "Master, gouge it out and start gently.. Later, he told me that it was decyl water and gave me some common knowledge of physiology by the way. 」

I was puzzled and asked, "Does it mean that everyone will experience the decai water, and the master and senior brothers have also been here? 」

He told me, "Don't delve into other people's privacy, it's rude. 」

At the same time, he warned me: "Body parts should not be shown to anyone, so there is a suspicion of exhibitionism. 」

He was overanxious. Since I was five years old, they saw my ass petals. Murong Zhao said that one more time would be enough to prove that I was an exhibitionist. From then on, I had a shadow in my heart. I took a bath and bathed alone, and I didn't go with my brothers at all.

He touched my head and praised me for doing well.

I listened to him very much, but I didn't resist telling my eighth younger brother and ninth younger brother about Gui Shui.

At that time, they were under ten years old. I told them a secret. When they were thirteen years old, they would come to decyl water, shed a lot of blood and had stomachache. But master would say don't be afraid, which means they have grown up.

They believed it. When they were 13 years old, they took the decyl water belt I gave them. They were nervous and looking forward to laying on their pants. They lay in bed all day waiting for their decyl water.

Later on another occasion, I went to the main hall to find my master Murong Zhao in spirit. At that time, he was half lying on the jade couch, sleeping lightly, wearing a dark black robe, with a high and straight nose, thin lips and slightly pursed, and his closed eyebrows showed a little cold and tired.

He looks good when he sleeps, his black hair is flowing, his skin is as white as jade, his manner is proud, noble and alienated.

I looked at him with red eyes for a long time, until he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed a moment of overcast cold, the breath in the room was a little cold, frightening.

Seeing that it was me, his expression softened again: "Lian Jiang. 」

I choked up beside him and said, "Master, do you have a stomachache when you come to Gui Shui? 」

He was stunned, with a thin scarlet color on his face, which was really good-looking.

Later, he cooked a bowl of hot ginger tea for me. I finished drinking it, got into his arms and found a comfortable position to lie down.

He said: "Lian Jiang, get up, you have grown up, can not lie like this. 」

He had a wonderful smell on his body, which was reassuring. When I heard the words, I swung into his arms: "I have a stomachache. Master hug me. 」

I came to him when I was five, thin as a monkey, and a sensitive, fragile monkey.

Murong Zhao is a savior to me. He cares a lot about me.

When he was sick, he would hold me on his lap and feed me spoonfuls of soup.

When I was young, I often had nightmares. I slept with him and only nestled in his arms could I feel at ease.

He often touched my head, slender white finger joints smooth, like what magic, can heal all my hesitation.

I grew up in this way, until once five senior brothers said that he had nightmares at night and couldn't sleep. I was very happy to say that we would go to sleep with master at night.

As a result, we both threw a pillow cover out of his bedroom that night.

From then on, the five senior brothers shouted everywhere that the master was biased.

From then on, Master no longer allowed me to sleep with him.

Everyone said that even Jiang was his favorite apprentice. In the past, everyone only said that I was the youngest, but later there were younger brothers eight and nine. Master never personally fed them soup or hugged them to sleep.

With this preference, I choked with stomachache at the age of thirteen and lay in his arms again.

I said, "Master hug," and he held me in his arms as before.

But I took his hand again and reached into my coat.

"Master, you rub my stomach.

He didn't expect my move. My hand had been pressed on his abdomen. For an instant, he became very strange, as if he had touched the fire of a prairie fire and took back his hand.

I just felt the temperature from his palm, some comfortable, suddenly fell empty, so looked up at him:

"Master, you rub it for me. 」

When I was young, he also rubbed my abdominal pain, but this time he changed, pursed his lips, and the scarlet spread to his ears.

Then he threw me out.

Then I ignored him for three days.