East China Sea dust

Chapter 110

The first round of bright moon that jumped into the eyes hung in the night sky, and the light halos splashed down one after another, plating a layer of silver light on the ruined walls.

A strong smell of blood pervaded the moonlit night, Zhang Qinglan opened her eyes only to realize that she was holding a blood-stained short sword tightly in her hand, and there were corpses and severed limbs lying across the floor in front of her.

"..."

He knelt down on one knee, the blade of the sword was mostly submerged in the blood-soaked mud, he picked up a severed arm without changing his expression, and looked at the dark purple tattoo on the inside of the wrist quietly in a daze.

The thick darkness silently concealed the killing, leaving nothing but dead silence in the wilderness.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps crushing weeds behind him, mixed with the man's heavy panting, getting closer as time went by.

Noticing those subtle sounds, the gloom between the young man's brows and eyes disappeared, he quickly let go of the sword hilt, stood up on his knees, and turned to look at the man who was slowly walking towards him.

The weeds on the field were half as tall as a person, covering his waist, and he stepped on the soles of his feet in the next moment.

The night wind was as cold as a knife, carrying the rusty smell of the enemy's blood, and blowing Ao Zhan's long hair that was hastily tied behind his head.

Zhang Qinglan just watched Ao Zhan approaching him with a long knife in his hand, and stopped until the distance between the two was less than half a foot. crimson.

The autumn wind was long, and the young man stood still under the boundless night sky, looking up at him.

Ao Zhan let out a low laugh, and casually threw the long knife in his hand.

Half of his body was soaked in blood, but he stretched out his hand to support the back of the young man's neck, leaned over under the intertwined gaze of the two, and placed a deep kiss almost violently on the pale lips... after the fight, he became lingering with death.

Surrounded by broken arms, stumps, spears and halberds, Zhang Qinglan ignored them. In the boundless wilderness, he heard himself whispering in the man's ear:

"The guard is meritorious, this is the reward you deserve."

...It didn't take long for this late autumn night scene to freeze as before, slowly shattering, disappearing, and reorganizing before his eyes.

Only this time, the person next to the boy was replaced by Zhang Ningyue.

The woman who did not wear makeup brought a well-sealed sandalwood box, sat down gently on the edge of the bed, lifted the top cover of the wooden box, took out the good quality wound medicine from it, and then held the boy covered with scars. Carefully bandaging his arm with medicine, he complained in a soft voice: "Brother, this time he made a joke out of proportion, it really went too far."

The coolness of the ointment dispelled the burning pain from the wound very well, but the young man couldn't help frowning, and turned to look at the woman beside him: "He colluded with the national teacher and set up a plan for me on the only way to go hunting in the mountains. There are many ambushes, and countless dead soldiers and assassins are sent."

The young man's phoenix eyes widened slightly. Although he remained calm on the surface, he finally couldn't help but said in a cold voice: "Second sister, you are so ruthless, but you say that elder brother is 'joking' with me?"

Zhang Ningyue continued to heal him, with the extremely gentle look on her brows and eyes, she chuckled and said, "That's natural."

With slender fingers, she tied a knot on the gauze dexterously, and finally stuffed the ointment into the boy's palm, smiling and bending her eyes: "After all, you are blood relatives, how could big brother kill you?" ? It’s not a joke, what else could it be?”

"But this is not the first time..."

"Alan," Zhang Ningyue interrupted him: "It's not easy for brothers and sisters to reunite, I hope Alan will be more considerate, this summer hunt... don't steal the limelight from your elder brother again in front of your father."

The voice was soft as usual, Zhang Ningyue's beautiful eyes were half closed, a pair of catkins rested on the back of the young man's hands and patted a few times, a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed in the pupils of his eyes: "This is a family, safe and beautiful, reunited Live forever, okay?"

"Alan, sister knows that you have been a good boy since childhood, so you must be obedient this time."

"Alan, my sister treats you well, just do me a favor, don't disobey the national teacher, and don't disobey the eldest brother again."

"Alan, your guard's hand is too long, and you have already alarmed your father..."

"Alan..."

"Alan..."

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Countless images flashed through my mind, sometimes staying, sometimes shattering and floating away.

The long time of a hundred years seems to be reduced to a moment at this moment, and it seems that there are many similar and different voices ringing in my ears, bubbling up without a moment's rest.

The young man's eyes were wide open, his back straightened, and he stood alone in the darkness, his expression blank and motionless.

He was forced to look back on everything in his life at this moment and hastily withdraw it... Maybe at this moment he is still in a pavilion, hearing the lover's whispers of love, but the next moment he will fall into the abyss, his eyes are full of scarlet blood, The chaotic flames lit up half of the sky.

300 years ago, he was the third son who was the least favored among the sons and daughters of the king of Jinyang. He was eccentric and reticent since he was a child, and there were many fights between brothers. guard.

300 years later, he is still trapped in the abyss, entangled in the quagmire, unable to break free.

The whispers in his ears were endless, noisy and chaotic, the young man half closed his eyes, and stood still in place, his whole body was surrounded by black mist, his hands were hanging by his sides, his fingertips trembling slightly.

"clang--"

In an instant, a low-pitched bell rang through the sky and earth, dispelling all the dark light that had been covering the young man's eyes.

Zhang Qinglan raised her eyes slowly, and looked in the direction of the voice——

On the high platform, there are 28 golden nanmu trees standing in it, which are arranged very neatly around them.

The golden nanmu, which is as thick as a person's arms, is painted vermilion, carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes, all gold, silver and jade are inlaid in it, and a layer of light-colored white light shrouds it, and a faint and familiar feeling diffuses between the brilliance. Fragrance.

28 white-clothed girls kneel and sit neatly in front of the wooden pillars, with tulle faces covering their faces, with solemn and solemn expressions.Holding a jade plate with both hands, a moon-white long-necked porcelain vase is placed in the center of the jade plate.

With a sound of singing, the girls raised the jade plate above their heads one after another, prostrate their bodies, and chanted strange tones in their mouths.

In the middle of the high platform, a slender figure slowly appeared.

The man was wearing a dark purple feather cloak, and the gilt mask that could cover most of his face was tied tightly behind his head. He stroked the huge bronze furnace in front of him with both hands, and his eyes were unclear.

"clang--"

There was another vigorous bell ringing, followed by the sound of chanting from all directions like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

Under the high platform, all people worship together.

The common people in Jinyang are all dressed in white robes, kneel on the ground, and sit in a circle with the sacrificial high platform as the center.Together with the 28 girls, they muttered words with solemn expressions.

At this time, the sky was dark, black clouds piled up, and the strong wind swept in, blowing up the pure white dress worn by the girl on the altar, the sleeves of the clothes fluttered, and there was a sound of hunting.

The bell that resounded through the heavens and the earth was intertwined with the whispered chanting of the crowd, becoming more and more rapid, which made people's hearts beat like drums, and the pair of cloudy eyes looking towards the altar shone with almost fanatical light.

Until the end, a dazzling white light flashed above the sky, and the deafening thunder finally fell——

Thousands of singing voices stopped abruptly.

At the same time, the man in the altar moved. He raised the dead wood staff in his hand amidst countless admiring gazes!

The 28 long-necked porcelain vases in the jade tray immediately flew up as if they were summoned, spinning around the man's staff.

Thunder roared, and the mountains and rain were about to come.

Just as everyone waited with bated breath, they only heard a hoarse shout from the man in black feathers!

Bursts of purple light glowed from the staff in his hand, and the long-necked porcelain bottle hanging in the air shattered in response, turning into powder in an instant.

The glittering golden powder dispersed in the air, and then slowly gathered under the eagerly looking eyes of the Jinyang people——

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the last thing that emerged... was actually the name of Yu Guogong's parent and son.