Tales of Herding Gods - 913. Chapter 869

When Long Qilin heard this, he was shocked, but the voice was somewhat familiar.

Even so, he didn’t dare to be negligent, and immediately shook his body, turning into a strong young man with the head of a unicorn, but he changed so quickly that he had forgotten that Qin Mu was still on his back.

Qin Mu fell down dancing with his hands, Long Qilin hurriedly picked him up, put him on his shoulder, and carefully looked behind the moonlight.

Today is the seventh day of the seventh lunar day, and the moon array is a big crescent when it runs to the seventh day, and the other parts of the array are blocked by shadows.

The formation is very large and vast, with hundreds of miles in vertical and horizontal directions. The part that was hidden in the shadows has not disappeared. The formation is still in motion, but is blocked.

This formation is like a moon palace, with palaces in the middle of the moon, the scenery is beautiful and very pleasant.

“It must be a beautiful woman who is in charge of the moon in the sky picture.”

Long Qilin poked his head out of the shadows, and saw that the damaged place caused the moonlight in the moon to fall like flowing water.

In the middle of the month, a woman was sitting on the tip of the crescent moon, looking to this side, blinking.

“is her?”

Long Qilin was startled slightly, Qin Mu on his shoulders was like a scattered puppet, his limbs slid weakly from his shoulders, his head tilted.

Long Qilin quickly helped Qin Mu, and the woman on the crescent came up and said in surprise: “What’s wrong with him?”

“The leader is injured.”

Long Qilin said to the woman: “The injury is serious, but it shouldn’t be a big problem. Leader, wake up!”

He shook Qin Mu. Qin Mu’s head was shook like a rattle, and then he opened his eyes and looked at the woman dimly, only to see a familiar face in front of him, but he couldn’t remember who it was.

“Why are you here?” he muttered, and fell asleep again in a daze.

“Look, the problem is not big!” Long Qilin said confidently.

The woman was very worried, and sent him to the Moon Palace, saying: “I just cleaned this place, you will heal here first.”

Long Qilin settled Qin Mu. After diagnosing Qin Mu’s injury, the woman pondered for a moment and made pills for him.

Long Qilin leaned forward and said with a smile: “Back then, you didn’t know anything, but now you know how to make pills and make medicine?”

The woman smiled and said, “After you left, I needed to do everything by myself. I was still very young and I needed to learn everything. If I learn more, it will be done.”

Long Qilin thought for a while, and said: “It was a dream back then. The leader, the great master, the box, and me all arrived at Blum City in such a daze. After daybreak, we left, but the experience that night was It’s amazing, it’s unforgettable for a lifetime.”

The woman turned her head and looked at Qin Mu who was sleeping on the hospital bed, with a gentle smile: “Yes. After tens of thousands of years, I woke up from nightmares countless times and remembered the experience that night, and suddenly I was alive again. The courage to go down.”

Qin Mu heard a familiar voice in his ear, and tried to open his eyes several times, but he suffered too much damage, hurt his origin, and fell asleep again and again.

He has no serious problems. The main reason is that when fighting the “Yu Tian Zun” desperately, the opponent was too strong and used his own Taoist keenness. From the first layer of the Taoist world to the 28th layer of the Taoist world, 28 consecutive strokes of the Taoist master Supernatural powers, he had to work hard.

But after desperately, he almost ran out of oil, but had to use the last of his original power to repair his body and soul with the profound scripture of no leakage of good fortune and the immortal sense of the three yuanshen, which caused his deficit to be even greater.

Now he was confused and felt a bit bitter in his mouth. It seemed that someone was feeding him medicine, and the elixir entered his throat, turning into a hotline and flowing into the abdominal cavity, and then surging in all directions, flowing into his limbs.

He opened his eyes and dimly saw a familiar woman open her mouth and spit out a spiritual orb.

The Lingzhu circled around him, making his soul and the broken god hide indescribably comfortable.

Qin Mu fell asleep again in a daze, and there was the sound of the woman talking with Long Qilin. Obviously, Long Qilin was very familiar with the woman.

I don’t know how long it took, Qin Mu’s ears heard other people’s voices, like woodcutter, like Tianshi Zixi, like Emperor Yiyue and the others.

They didn’t know what they were talking about, and then they fell silent.

Qin Mu fell asleep. In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, and time seemed to be going backwards. He returned to the disabled village and practiced hard under the supervision of Ma Ye, the butcher and others.

The time in his sleep flowed forward again, he turned into a baby, lying in a small basket, babbling open hands and feet, his eyes shiningly looking at the grandmother who extended her arms to him.

Granny Si was very ugly, but her eyes were very gentle, and she lifted him from the basket.

And beside her is a stone statue, beside her is the same gentle Ma Ye.

The picture in his dream receded, and time seemed to be going backwards again. He was still in the basket. He saw a girl carrying a basket, hiding in horror from the chase of the gods and demons in the Yongjiang River.

The monstrous black water swept everything, he stared at the girl in the swaddling basket in the basket, she was fighting the gods and demons and guarding his safety.

There were wounds all over her body and she was exhausted.

“Aunt Ping’er…”

The swaddled baby raised her short arm, trying to touch her face, but couldn’t reach it.

He has never found the memory of when he was living from Youdu to Daxu. He was too young. The Tubo sealed him and his mother handed him to Aunt Ping’er to escort him away from Youdu and enter the Daxu.

Aunt Ping’er sank the corpse in the river to protect him, and Grandma picked him up when the darkness came.

This memory was blank for him, and this time he saw the memory in a daze in his sleep.

In the darkness, the black water of the river surging, overwhelming the sky, the black water and on both sides of the black water and the hideous gods and demons are chasing them, Aunt Ping’er’s injuries are getting more and more serious, it is difficult to protect him.

At this time, Qin Mu in his sleep had a snow-white mist in his memory.

Aunt Ping’er carried the basket and staggered into the mist.

The chasers also plunged into the mist.

When the mist cleared, it was a bright sunny day. The sun was so bright that the baby in the swaddle closed his eyes and hid his face in the swaddle.

Aunt Ping’er was bleeding in her mouth, staggering, but her palm was on the basket, and she hummed a song that would make the baby fall asleep.

“The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, and hide and seek in the reeds. How many famous and wealthy people in the high halls are the cowherds back then.

“The reeds are tall and long, facing each other across the mountains and waters. This side of the reeds is the hometown, and the other side of the reeds is the ocean.

“The reeds are tall and long, and the reeds are busy weaving while swaying. The knitting is involved in my bag and will accompany me on the voyage from now on.

“The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, and the reed flute sounds more melodious.

“The shepherd boy is in harmony in the distance, making people worry about father and mother…”

…

Qin Mu listened blankly and wanted to sing along, but in his sleep he was a baby of two or three months old and couldn’t sing aloud.

The chaser is here again, the gods and demons are fierce.

At the source of the Yongjiang River, Aunt Ping’er saw the woman washing her sword by the water in despair.

Qin Mu saw that the woman washing the sword had a familiar face, like a girl feeding him medicine. Aunt Ping’er asked her for help, the woman drew her sword, the sword flew like a white dragon, with a sword all over the city, glorious Kyushu.

It was the familiar sword light, the sword technique evolved from Qin Mu’s sword technique, with the spirit of protecting the people of Li people in the last days.

“What’s his name?”

The woman washing the sword came to Aunt Ping’er and looked at the baby in the basket.

“His name is Qin Fengqing.”

Aunt Ping’er looked at the baby in the basket tenderly, with blood flowing out of the corner of her mouth: “I want to take him and send him to a safe place, so that the gods and demons can’t hurt him. But I can’t do it, I I want to entrust him to you…”

The woman washing the sword shook her head: “My name is Bai Zhuer. I am the remnant of the emperor. I am avoiding the enemy’s pursuit. I have killed a group of trackers and handing them to me will only make him more dangerous. I can escort you for a while, But not for too long.”

They walked along the river, the sun hung in the western sky, Aunt Ping’er was humming a nursery rhyme, and the sword washing woman listened quietly. They walked for an unknown distance, and the nursery rhyme suddenly stopped.

The woman washing the sword looked at Aunt Ping’er, she was exasperated, her eyes absent, holding the basket like a walking corpse and continued walking on the surface of the river.

A strong obsession supports her to move forward, continue to stubbornly take the infant baby to find a safe place, and entrust the baby to someone who can take care of him.

The woman washing the sword was stunned and did not take the basket from Aunt Ping’er. She was not someone worthy of trust.

She can only protect this stubborn corpse, and protect her from finding someone worthy of trust.

She hummed the nursery rhymes that the girl hummed before her death.

“The reeds are high, the reeds are long, and hide and seek in the reeds. How many famous and wealthy people in the high halls are all cattlemen…”

Aunt Ping’er’s body followed the song and walked forward, with a smile on her face.

They went down the river, and their singing never stopped.

Finally, the sky dimmed and darkness was approaching.

“…The reed is tall, the reed is long, and the sound of the reed flute is more melodious. The shepherd boy is in harmony in the distance, which makes people worry about father and mother.”

The woman washing the sword sang this nursery rhyme, and darkness and mist flooded in, drowning Aunt Ping’er behind her.

The woman washing the sword walked into the mist and watched Aunt Ping’er sink into the water, but still raised the basket high.

The river rushed, leading them downstream.

It’s dark, don’t go out.

In the distance, a voice came from the village by the river: “Listen, there is a child crying outside!”

“Impossible, you got it wrong… Hey, there is a baby crying!”

In the mist, the woman washing the sword watched an old hunchbacked woman pick up the baby in the basket, and she slowly retreated.

“I used the immeasurable calamity scriptures to dream into the Tao, to help him go back to the source and save his soul. Now he has no life worry.”

In the Qin Continent, the old Buddha who has been dreaming does not know when he will land, and said to the gods, the earth uncle, and others: “My immeasurable calamity scripture was originally intended to be passed on to him, but unfortunately he never got the chance, and now he helps him enter the Tao in his sleep. , Thinking of all the previous things, it will be sooner or later that he has realized my immeasurable calamity sutra.”

God said: “Fortunately, the old Buddha wakes up in time, otherwise he will suffer a great loss even if he survives.”

But at this moment, Qin Muyou woke up, and a familiar children’s song came in his ear.

“The reed is tall, the reed is long, and the flowers are like snow and snow. The reed knows the wind and the storm best, and the reed knows the rain and the madness…”

He struggled to get up from the bed and walked out following the singing.

This singing made him feel like he had returned to the cattle-grazing years. The reed flowers dangled, the herd flute was crisp and melodious, and the white reeds fluttered in the wind.

He walked outside, the moon was shining, and a familiar girl was sitting in the moon palace humming a nursery rhyme, looking at the mountains and rivers of Yankang below.

She turned her head and smiled at him quietly and shyly.

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