Floating clouds

Chapter 1

The wind was cold, blowing snowflakes, and the Spring Festival couplets pasted on the door were blown off. The bustling capital city was silently buried by the snow. Under the snow, there were blood and corpses.

The demon is a knife and the man is a fish.

13-year-old Lin Xinglu is running in the night with a sleeping little girl on his back. He is barefoot, stepping on a high snowdrift, the white snow sinks, but it is Lin Xinglu Bloody feet.

Cold, sticky, scary.

His heart was beating wildly like Feixue, but his footsteps were hurried and fast. The white fox fur cloak on his body was black and red, and together with the little girl on his back, it became extremely important. overwhelmed.

But he couldn't be crushed, he clenched his teeth tightly and didn't make any sound, but the tears kept flowing, icy against his face, flowing from his eyes to his chin, and finally dripping into the cold wind.

His feet were numb from the cold, but his chest was painful. The pain was so heavy that he wanted to turn around.

The black wall behind him was burnt, and his original appearance could not be seen.

But Lin Xinglu remembers that there used to be a flying snake painted on the brackets here, a phoenix engraved on the hanging fish, and animals standing upright on the corners of the eaves. On both sides of the temple, kissing beasts squatted, and unicorns were in pairs at the door. , came out of the wall, it was his home, Lin Xiangfu's mansion.

Before this day came, he was Prime Minister Lin's only heir, and on his back was Prime Minister Lin's only niece.

In this world, except for the prince and grandson, no one is more valuable than him. There can be many princes, but Lin Xiang only has this one bloodline.

But this day came, and it was all over.

Demons and ghosts descended from the sky, slaughtering everything they saw, and there was blood everywhere. Lin Xiang was a literati, but he turned into a general in an instant, holding a sword in one hand and a torch in the other, and set his house on fire.

Mrs. Lin held him with one hand, and hugged her younger sister Lin Mingqi with the other. He never knew that his mother's hands were so strong and her legs could run so fast, and she kept pushing them into the secret passage.

"Xinglu, good boy, take good care of Mingqi."

Lin Xinglu only had time to see Mrs. Lin's snow-white hands closing the door, a jade hairpin fell from her hair, and Lin Xinglu caught it in her hand.

He covered Lin Mingqi's mouth, and hot liquid dripped from above. He didn't know if it was his mother's blood falling from the floor tiles, or Lin Mingqi's tears.

He couldn't see anything in the dark tunnel, his thin body carried Lin Mingqi on his back, and walked out all the way. When he came out, the outside was already quiet, and the monsters didn't know where they were going. Wrapping Lin Mingqi's eyes, with her back behind his back, he crawled out from the pile of corpses.

He didn't want to see if there was a broken hand or foot under the snow, or something else, he just ran all the way towards the Taoist temple outside the city. He didn't know when he lost the shoes on his feet, and he didn't feel it.

Taoist Priest Qingsong lived in the Taoist temple. This Taoist priest came to Lin Xinglu when he was born. He once said that Lin Xinglu was talented and wanted to take him away to practice, but Prime Minister Lin would never agree. He gave Lin Xinglu a name for the noble and precious Lin Xinglu, and often went to the mansion to teach Lin Xinglu swordsmanship.

Lin Xinglu finally arrived at the Taoist temple outside the city. The Taoist temple was newly repaired at the expense of Prime Minister Lin. The white walls and blue tiles stood quietly among the trees. The gate was closed tightly. child.

The little boy was stunned when he saw Lin Xinglu.

The tender Lin Xinglu was carrying a person on his back, with blood all over his face and body, and a fragile cluster of fire in his eyes supporting him. Seeing the Taoist boy who opened the door, he didn't know him, so he asked tremblingly, "Where is Daoist Qingsong?"

That Xiaodao boy was ten years old. He looked at Lin Xinglu curiously, and said, "Master has gone to the city to find someone."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone came galloping from the road that Lin Xinglu had just come.