Chapter 59

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date="2021-02-07"

title="Chapter 59 "

weight="127299"

series = ["Tianbao Fuyao Lu"]

mode = "manual"

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"Lu Xu——!"

It was completely dark, Hongjun looked around blankly, shouting Lu Xu's name, but received no response.

"Lu Xu!"

"Or let's go back." The carp demon murmured, "It's cold."

"How is it possible!" Hongjun said anxiously, "He will freeze to death! You are so cold, he wears so little clothes and has no feathers!"

The carp demon howled: "You should wrap my legs first!"

"Isn't it wrapped up?"

"The other side is exposed!"

Hongjun took the carp monster in his arms, looked around, flicked the rein, and rushed towards the mountains on the opposite side.

Where will he go? In this icy and snowy field, Lu Xu was hiking again, and he was about to freeze to death in the snow after a night. Hongjun ran towards the northwest for a while, and soon found a line of shallow footprints.

It's him!

Hongjun immediately followed the footprints. It stands to reason that Lu Xu walked on foot. He rode a horse and could catch up in less than two quarters of an hour. However, the footprints meandered towards the end of the plain, endlessly endless.

No, Lu Xu ran a little faster, Hongjun chased for half an hour, illuminating the snow in front of him with a five-color spirit, and suddenly found that the footprints were gone in one place, and a line of hoof prints was winding from the other end. Come, replace the footprints, and head away.

No way! What does this mean? ! Hongjun suddenly thought that Liu Fei had left around the same time. Could it be him?

The sky is freezing cold, and the wind and snow are wild.

Liu Fei rode a horse to gallop on the plain, with Lu Xu carrying Lu Xu behind the horse.

"What are you going to do in Dunhuang?" Liu Fei asked, turning his head.

Lu Xu just stubbornly didn't speak, and Liu Fei said, "Go back, I'm not afraid that the wolf god is worried about you?"

On the high mountain, a woman dressed in black quietly stared at the snow, and beside him stood a young man in black. The young man had the same face as Lu Xu, staring at the snow.

"Can Liu Fei sleep a little longer?" the woman in black said.

The black-clothed youth whispered: "No, he is already awake, I can't get close to him, so I have to wait for him to fall asleep again. Xuannv, who is the person carrying him behind him?"

The black-clothed woman who was called the Xuannv replied: "I haven't seen it, it's a child mentioned by the god of plague, no matter what, I will do it now."

Immediately afterwards, Xuannv raised her sleeve to draw an arc in the air.

The blizzard suddenly rushed away, like a snow waterfall, rushing Liu Feiren on his back, Liu Fei roared, dragging the wind sword up from the snow.

Xuan Nu turned around gracefully, swung her sleeves, and flew towards Liu Fei.

"It's you!" Liu Fei shouted.

The young man in black turned into an ink-like stag, and rushed to the plain after the avalanche. Lu Xu was rushed by the snow and suddenly passed out.

The stag lowered its head, black air lingering on its antlers, entangled Lu Xu, and dragged him out of the snow. Then the stag appeared in human form and stared at Lu Xu lying on the ground.

The two look exactly the same, like a pair of twins.

Li Jinglong and Morigen went out of the city gate, took the torch and rushed along, following Hongjun's horseshoe prints.

Li Jinglong roared: "Hongjun! Where are the people?!"

The carp demon has fallen asleep in Hongjun's arms. Hongjun has been galloping for nearly a night. The mountains and plains are covered with snow everywhere. The flowing Milky Way connects the night and the earth, and the world is extremely quiet. There is no snow and no wind, and the world is gray, Hongjun only feels as if he is flying in a dream without boundaries.

There is a white mist in front of him. After Hongjun rides into the mist and then rides out, the snow-covered plain looks like an ink painting by Qiu Yongsi. There are large blanks everywhere, as white as dust-free rice paper, only The mountains in the distance seemed to be opened by a little bit of ink, almost as light as the night.

After passing through the fog, the horseshoe marks on the snow disappeared.

Behind the fog is a quiet cemetery, the stars are fading away, and there is a small wooden hut of the tomb guard on the edge of the cemetery with lights on. The wooden door was concealed, Hongjun led the horse and kept approaching, hearing Liu Fei's voice from inside.

"Nao Ji always likes to say, Your Highness, don't kill anymore..."

Hongjun pushed open the wooden door. Inside the house, Liu Fei was sitting on one side of the floor. Lu Xu was lying on the bed. A stove was set on the ground. The room was warm and the two looked at him together.

Finally caught up, thank God, Lu Xu was dressed in black and lay down in a black suit, and said, "Hongjun!"

"Why are you here?" Liu Fei said blankly.

Hongjun couldn't answer Liu Fei's answer. He sat down on the couch and frowned, "Why did you leave like this?"

Lu Xu seemed unwilling to answer. Liu Fei said, "I saw him walking all the way to the northwest, as if looking for something, so he gave him a ride, or would you take it back again?"

Hongjun thanked Liu Fei and asked Lu Xu: "Where are you going?"

Lu Xu's expression was rather sad, pointing to the northwest. At first, Hongjun thought he wanted to go home, but isn’t it said that Lu Xu’s house is gone? Hongjun didn't get an answer for a long time. He only felt that there must be a secret when he came out so late, and he couldn't guess Lu Xu's thoughts at all. Only when Morigen and Li Jinglong arrived, could he ask carefully.

"Tomorrow I will walk slowly with you." Hongjun said, "When they catch up, Chang Shi and Morigen should be on the way."

Liu Fei said again: "You squeeze to deal with the night first, I will go to watch."

Liu Fei opened the door and went out. Hongjun chased Lu Xu all night. Less than an hour before dawn, he was exhausted. He took out the carp monster, put it by the fire, and lay down on the couch by himself, saying, "Let me It's easy to find."

Hongjun raised his hand, touched Lu Xu's forehead, lay beside him, and said, "Don't be sad, although I don't know what you are sad about, anyway, you will get better."

Lu Xu was still pondering, glanced at Hongjun, and Hongjun yawned.

Hongjun was already sleepy, but it seemed that there was snow rustling outside, and the cold wind returned, whining across the wooden roof, and the sound of wind and snow was hypnotic.

The white light flickered in an instant, and Hongjun felt that he had returned to the Exorcist Division, and the surrounding weeds were barren. Li Jinglong is using a wisdom sword to draw circles on the ground.

"Don't be in a daze, draw quickly."

Hongjun looked around blankly and saw Li Jinglong pour a scoop of blood red paint gently on the ground.

"Where did you go?" Li Jinglong asked.

"That's bad," Morigen replied. "It's snowing."

The snow was dense on the wasteland, covering the hoof marks in front, and under the snow powder, the only trace the two tracked finally disappeared.

Li Jinglong was anxious, turned his horse's head and looked around the mountains.

Morigen rolled over and got off his horse, bowed and shivered, showing the shape of Chang Lang, sniffing into the air.

"You can smell him?"

Chang Lang said in a low voice, "He took Zhao Zilong with him, here, go!"

The stove was thriving, and Hongjun was lying on the couch with his eyes closed.

"Silk Star." A familiar man's voice suddenly sounded, "Wake up."

Hongjun: "?"

Hongjun didn't know how long he slept, but he felt uncomfortable, dry mouth and hot body. When he was awakened by the sound, he opened his eyes and saw a handsome young man sitting on the couch, testing himself with the back of his hand. Forehead.

Hongjun had forgotten Xueye and Lu Xu in an instant. He had forgotten many things. Numerous and complicated memories flooded his mind and dragged him back to when he was seven years old.

He struggled to get up, but had a splitting headache.

"Kong Xuan?" The woman's voice said outside, "Xing'er is awake?"

"Take medicine." The man called Kong Xuan said to Hongjun.

Hongjun replied: "Father... my head hurts."

Kong Xuan stretched out his arm and hugged Hongjun, who was so weak that he couldn't even lift his hands.

"Drink the medicine." Kong Xuan whispered.

Hongjun was very uncomfortable, his consciousness was like a mush, and his headache was like a hammer banging his head constantly. Shouted: "I don't drink medicine..."

"Drink the medicine, the illness will get better." Kong Xuan held the bowl with a half bowl of medicinal soup that was bitter and copious.

Hongjun endured the discomfort and drank, but he felt nauseated. Not long after drinking, he vomited out with a "wow".

"Kong Xuan!" The woman stepped forward quickly and said angrily, "What medicine did you let him drink?!"

"Fever-reducing medicine!" Kong Xuan said displeased, "How can I get on the road tomorrow if I continue to be so sick?!"

The woman looked beautiful, but she was very tired, with a pale face, hurriedly stepped forward to hug Xiao Hongjun, choked up, tears rolled down and dripped on his ears.

Hongjun leaned against her chest and felt her body temperature and the soft fragrance of her body. His intuition seemed to be hidden in each other's blood, making him cry out in tears.

"mother--!"

Jia Yuze was crying while holding his son. Kong Xuan was very irritated by the cry of the mother and son, and got up and shouted: "It's me useless! It's me useless!"

Hongjun was startled by fright. Although the medicinal soup vomited a lot, he finally exerted the remaining little medicinal power and his head no longer hurt.

"Where is Jinglong?" Hongjun asked.

"Jinglong heard that you were sick, and sent a book to you." Jia Yuze said, "Mother bring it to you."

"Don't give it to him." Kong Xuan frowned.

Jia Yuze passed by Kong Xuan and didn't even look at him. He took the book and put it on Hongjun's couch. The page was not broken yet, Jia Yuze sat aside again, and whispered: "Mother must go and pack things. If you are sleepy, go to sleep and obey."

Hongjun opened his mouth and said, "Father, I dreamt of many graves."

"Dreaming." Kong Xuan frowned and replied, "Don't be afraid, Dad is busy."

The two closed the door and backed out.

Hongjun turned the pages of the book in his hand a few times with a face full of confusion and confusion. He saw a black shadow drawn with ink and brush on the last page, with a side note of "Devil".

The door was suddenly pushed open again, and Kong Xuan came in again. Xiao Hongjun looked up, Kong Xuan sat on the couch and asked, "Can you understand the characters?"

Hongjun said "Yeah", Kong Xuan said again: "Don't read this book, it's not a good book." He handed him a piece of rock candy and said, "Eat."

When Hongjun saw the sugar, he laughed, put the sugar in his mouth, Kong Xuan touched his head, bowed his head and kissed him on the forehead, Xiao Hongjun noticed the jasper on his waist Peacock Ling, which is the waist wear he carried with him, stretched out his hand to touch it.

However, Kong Xuan hugged him tightly in his arms and couldn't help but choked. He touched his head vigorously, touched his face, and kissed his eyebrows forcefully, and said in a low voice, "Xing'er, I'm sorry. ..."

Hongjun asked: "Father, what's the matter with you?"

Kong Xuan sighed, shook his head, closed his eyes, got up and left.

The inside and outside of the room were very sultry. It was a summer night and the rain was lingering. He staggered out of bed, only to feel dizzy, like stepping on cotton.

He opened the door and went out. At night, there was a knock on the long street outside. It was the Chang'an Night he was most familiar with. The sound of wooden clogs "knocking".

Not far away, Jia Yuze's angry voice came. The parents seemed to be arguing, and Hongjun walked over cautiously with bare feet.

"I don't know who is telling them!" Kong Xuan whispered, "Don't make a noise, Xing'er will hear it!"

"Tell me, where should I go now?!" Jia Yuze said sharply.

The main hall is full of wooden boxes, baggage and other sundries, and parents seem to be moving.

Kong Xuan sat on the box, sighed, and said, "I will take him back to Yaojin Palace, and Zhongming will not leave it alone."

"Your brothers only care for your life." Jia Yuze said with tears, "Kong Xuan, have they ever felt compassion for our mother and son? If Xing'er was born, if I gave up my life to hold him, where is his life now?!"

"Don't turn over the old accounts!" Kong Xuan growled, "At this time, at another time, I sent a letter to Yaojin Palace. Brother will not sit and watch the stars die!"

"What is in his body?!" Jia Yuze trembled, took a step forward, shaved his head, and tremblingly asked Kong Xuan, and said, "Tell me, Kong Xuan, I heard them say, you put you on you The'devil seed' was passed on to your son, didn’t you?! In order to save your life, you had the heart to use your child as a sacrifice?!"

Kong Xuanding looked at Jia Yuze and said: "Yuze, let me tell you this, if I have the least thought, I will surely teach me to fall into hell and be dead forever! I will end up in the black fire for ten million years!"

Jia Yuze pressed his hands on his face and let out a trembling cry, and almost fell down for a while, Kong Xuan stepped forward and hugged her.

"Big brother and second brother will come to pick us up." Kong Xuan replied.

"No! I won't come!" Jia Yuze sobbed, "Otherwise he will not sit and watch you get hurt, nor will he sit and watch them again and again, and take away Xinger again and again. I only hate that I am not a demon, otherwise even I'm crushed to pieces, and I won't let Xing'er live like this..."

Kong Xuan almost begged for mercy: "Yuze, don't talk about it, do you have to let me die in front of your mother to be reconciled?"

"What's the use of this?" Jia Yuze choked. "I just want him to live happily like other children. What's wrong with Xing'er? Tell me, what is the magic seed in his body? what?"

"Don't ask." Kong Xuan said, "I will leave early tomorrow morning, even if I go to Guazhou to find your brother."

"Over the years, wherever we escaped, they chased it." Jia Yuze said, "There are monsters everywhere, each with fangs and claws, and they want to take the stars away..."

Outside the hall, Hongjun couldn't help taking a step backward, his eyes full of fear.

He turned around and stumbled, ran across the corridor, and stood in the courtyard, sweaty in his shirt.

A gardenia flew suddenly behind him and hit him lightly on the head. Hongjun looked back abruptly and saw a half-year-old boy wearing a brocade robe, looking at himself curiously under the moonlight.

"Star, are you ill?"

The half-old boy was riding on the wall and whispered to Hongjun who was standing on the ground: "Why is his face so ugly?"

Hongjun was quite at a loss. The shock of hearing what his parents said suddenly turned into a sorrow that struck him, making him cry, and he could hardly resist this real dream or memory.

Seeing Hongjun in tears, the half-old boy hurriedly said, "Hey, don't cry? What's the matter? You have to be beaten by your father if you cry."

He hurriedly down the wall, barefoot, ran to Hongjun, knelt on one knee, and looked at him seriously.

The half-year-old is nine years old. Although he is dressed in brocade clothes, his face has blood stains drawn from the bamboo silk. He can't help wiping tears to Hongjun with his sleeves. Hongjun's teary eyes are hazy, staring at him in a dazed manner. That lips.

"Jinglong." Hongjun called.

"Brother," said nine-year-old Li Jinglong in a low voice, then took his hand and said, "Go."

Li Jinglong took him around the yard to the garden where De Hongjun's house was separated from Li's house by a fence. He asked Hongjun to turn over and turn over again by himself. He took him around the corridor and went to the backyard, where a pomegranate tree was planted.

Li Jinglong’s house is quite big, and there is another pair of wooden clogs under the corridor. There is also a chess game in front of the corridor. There is a child’s outer robe on the side. On the side of the chessboard there are turquoise unripe pomegranates. Li Jinglong went to pick up an outer robe. , Shake it away to let Hongjun wear it, his clothes and clogs are a little bigger.

He took Hongjun straight into the room, took a piece of cake for him to eat, touched his forehead, and adjusted the honey water to drink, and replied, "I don't have a fever."

Li Jinglong's home is very luxuriously decorated. During the day, he played chess with Hongjun. Hongjun became ill when he went back. Every time Jia Yuze moved, Hongjun was not allowed to play with the children around him. Hongjun had to stay at home every day. Later, he was seen by Li Jinglong once. Only when he was only seven or eight years old, Hongjun was kept at home alone. Very pitiful, I often turn over the wall to see him.