Volume Three, Yinjiang Chapter Fifty-fifth Like a Dream
Walking alone in the desert, Qingqing felt the scorching sun burning the side of his face. He still remembered how long he had been standing there last night, when he came to the messy yard. The sun had already risen, and the corpses all over the ground exuded a faint rotten smell.
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The big black bird was hovering over the courtyard, and the bold ones were already stepping on the edge of the pond. While pecking at human blood wounds, they glanced at Qingqing from time to time.
Qing Qing opened the door and let the strong wind blow in the yellow sand little by little. This was the final destination of these brave men from the Northern Desert.
But now, the sun is scorching the earth, and I step into the boundless quicksand northern desert step by step.
The figure of the young man holding the woman was nowhere to be found, and even the fast horse that rushed out of the sand was nowhere to be found. The quicksand surged in the middle of the night, and the wilderness was vast, without a trace of footprints.
Qing Qing had no choice but to walk with the sun in his sight. The sun rose in the east, and the banyan tree stood in the east.
After several days of wandering, I don’t know how far I have gone from the mountain. Qingqing licked his chapped lips - Qingqing did not dare to drink from the dead spring in the pond where the corpses had been soaked all night. Now he walked out alone, but there was only half a drop of it.
There was no living water to be found.
The right leg stabbed by a hidden knife was even more limping, and every step he took felt like he was stepping on cotton.
After walking for a few days, Qingqing lowered his head and looked at the golden light of the desert. He felt a silent call pouring into his mind from the center of the earth: Come quickly - fall into the arms of this long desert! The more he stared at his feet,
, this illusion of being inspired became stronger. Therefore, even though Qingqing wore his shoes and cut his feet, he forced himself to open his eyes wide and look straight ahead.
The mountain is in the east. If you keep walking step by step, you will not be far away.
But the road to the east was much longer than expected. Qingqing's injured leg no longer obeyed, and he staggered and fell into the sand, eating a mouth full of yellow dust.
He raised his eyes and saw several impatient big birds appearing out of nowhere, grinning and whining at Qingqing——
Wow! Wow...
The wind and moon are gone, and the visitors from the north feel sorry for themselves, but who knows the leisure time in the music...
If he were to die alone in the desert, even if his master turned the world upside down, he still wouldn't be able to find his incomplete body, right? A wry smile appeared at the corner of Qingqing's mouth. Ha, a northern guest feels sorry for himself, a visitor from outside the desert, it's true
I can't recognize the leisure in that song.
Qingqing slept with the scorching sun above her head, her face leaning against the hot yellow sand, and her eyes closed.
I don't know how long it took, but a wet coolness came from the other side of her cheek. Qingqing closed her eyes, as if in a blur, and didn't even have the strength to wake up.
But the cool feeling has not faded at all. So this is not a last-minute dream?
Fang Yu opened his eyes with force, but he didn't expect that the slimy owner glanced directly at his eyes, almost rubbing Qingqing's eyelids into several layers of wrinkles. He reached out and touched it, and it turned out to be a living creature in the desert, using cool water.
Licking his cheek with his tongue.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, before he had time to wipe it on his face, the excited tongue immediately licked Qingqing's five fingers one by one without leaving any trace. Qingqing then grabbed the gap and raised his eyes to look up:
Under the starry sky, a slender horse face faced him.
The horse was tall and strong, and its body was like golden quicksand, glowing with water. Qingqing vaguely remembered that this was the good horse that carried the two of them out of the encirclement! I don’t know where the strength came from, Qingqing
All of a sudden he turned over and got up——
As expected, Jimo Xing was sitting not far away, holding his knees with his hands, staring at the light in the sky.
"Xingxing..." Qingqing shouted with difficulty halfway through, but her voice was muted by her dry throat.
Qingqing put her hands on the ground and tried to stand up, but her lower body seemed to be unconscious and half inactive. She struggled to hold the reins of the golden horse with her ten fingers, and Qingqing put her hands on the horse's neck, and then she dragged herself up. After taking a few steps, she stopped.
He suddenly fell in front of Jimo Xing and smiled with difficulty: "Xingxing...where did you find me?"
Jimo Xing still hugged his legs and remained motionless, ignoring Qing Qing.
Master Chexin kidnapped me, it must be Master who came to look for me! This sentence came to the tip of his tongue, and Qingqing swallowed it back. "Jimo... where did the second princess go?"
As soon as he asked the question, Qingqing immediately regretted it.
Unexpectedly, although Jimo Xing still did not turn around, he opened his mouth and said:
"The descendants of the Northern Desert have only one destination in this life - to be buried in the crow's belly, which is the greatest reward for those who support the living."
Qingqing lowered his head and stopped talking. Sadness and bitterness intertwined in his heart, and he seemed to want to ask about everything, but he didn't know where to start. Jimo Xing stretched out his arm towards Qingqing, spreading the short bone flute on the
Palm.
The bone flute is curled like an eagle's wings, with light brown spots scattered at the tail. I don't know how long I have been playing, but the hole of the flute has been polished as smooth as hot stone.
The young man said softly: "The fingering methods of flute and flute are similar, so you can play something."
Qingqing was stunned, wondering why the young man suddenly wanted to listen to himself playing music. "I have never left the desert since I was born, let alone know the music collections of various sects outside the desert... Qingqing, what are the songs of Dongshan like?
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Jimo Xing lay on the cool sand with his head pillowed on his arms, and his hand holding the bone flute reached toward the sky, as if he wanted to play the stars in the sky.
Taking the bone flute, Qingqing felt that the temperature from the desert was faintly emitted from this short square inch. What else could she play? Qingqing closed her eyes, tried to hold the flute horizontally to her mouth, raised her fingers slightly, and relaxed
From the song "Goose Falling on the Flat Sand".
The wind is calm, the sand is flat, the clouds are thousands of miles away, and the sky is flying. The bone flute is not as far and wide as the long flute, and the sound of the flute disperses across the desert, quietly disappearing into the stars. I can hear the sound of wild geese in the distance, and I can't tell the stars from Jimo.
It is clear whether it is the northern geese migrating south, or the Qing Qing playing the lingering tune.
Qing Qing was accustomed to playing the long white jade flute. When he played the flute, his fingering skills were inevitably jerky. However, he could not stop the long melody, which cut through the trees, sand and wind.
Beijing feels sorry for himself, can he recognize the leisurely nature of the music now?
Jimo Xing shook his head, with the words that almost came to his lips echoing in his mind:
"I just want to hear what kind of person it was that killed Sister Ke Yue."
Several days passed without water or food. Before taking a few steps, they fell down one after another in the pouring quicksand. Jimo Xing let go of the golden horse and ran to other places, trying to find one or two figures.
Qingqing turned over and faced the dazzling sunlight, which was so blurry that she couldn't open her eyes.
The wound on the leg had not been treated with medicine for a long time, and it became worse and deeper. In the past few days, pus gradually leaked out, and you could even smell a putrid smell. "Wow - wow -" Several black crows hovered above the two of them, chirping.
Non-stop.
Feeling unbearably irritated, Qingqing closed her eyes and refused to turn over even though her hands and face were burned and several layers of skin faded away.
"Wow!" A black crow swooped down. Qingqing raised a handful of sand beside his hand, but it was soft and powerless. The dust dispersed, and not even a black hair touched it. "Wow quack -" the black crow said excitedly
He laughed, grabbed his wings, and landed on the sand.
He tilted his head, opened his small black eyes, and flashed towards Qingqing.
Qingqing squinted his eyes and pretended not to see. The black crow raised its chest and took a few steps towards Qingqing's calf. Qingqing remained motionless. The black crow spread its legs far away and stretched its body as far as it could.
No matter how long it was, neither light nor heavy, it pecked Qingqing's injured leg like lightning - Qingqing didn't even have to struggle at all.
The old crow finally relaxed and strode towards Qing Qing's wound. He swallowed, straightened out his hard beak, and in the blink of an eye, he pecked at the ulcerated part of Qing Qing's wound.
With a "hissing" pain, Qingqing suddenly woke up from the long-lost pain. He jumped up from the sand like a corpse, turned around, and pressed his body on half of the old crow's wings. The old crow's sharp feathers flickered, and the knot
He gave Qing Qing a hard slap on the neck.
I have been practicing martial arts for only half my life, but today I can't even fight against an elderly black crow?
Qingqing firmly pressed the half of the wings under her belly, stretched out her hands far away, grabbed the old crow's back and refused to let go. The old crow's flapping became more and more violent, almost pulling Qingqing up into the sky. Qingqing
I just felt that my fingers were gradually exerting force uncontrollably, and even my nails were embedded under the black crow flesh.
A powerful force came from underneath him, and the black crow tried his best to pull out, dragging Qingqing on the sand for more than ten steps, half crawling and half flying. Qingqing's chin burned, and when he raised his head,
, is biting the thick crow's neck in his mouth.
Tense muscles and pulsating blood flowed from the tip of Qingqing's tongue.
The violent beating was first accompanied by a scream, so high and shrill that Qingqing felt that his eardrums were about to be torn and he fainted. It was not until the liquid from Xianjinjin seeped into the gap between his teeth that Qingqing finally lost the strength and suddenly let go.
, burying his face in the stiff black crow feathers. The other sand crows hovering not far away screamed loudly when they saw this, and soon they all flew away.
The crow's blood is sweet and almost cold.
Qingqing propped up his body with one elbow, and grabbed the heavy black wing with one hand, moving inch by inch towards the direction of Jimo Star. Qingqing felt that the half-length old crow was as heavy as Mount Tai, no matter what he did
Drag it without moving even half a step.
Sometimes I really have no strength and my eyelids are heavy and falling. But the moment I close my eyes, Qingqing suddenly opens them again.
After struggling for a long time, waiting for the sun to tilt, Qingqing finally came to Xingxing with the almost completely solidified crow's blood. He pulled the last few strands of warm and sweet blood on Jimo Xing's head, and Jimo Xing breathed lightly.
Now, the fragile body has long lost consciousness.
Qingqing was so uncomfortable that she was about to cry, but she couldn't squeeze out a single tear from her eyes. She closed her eyes as well, and was about to fall into the vastness of the desert.
Drunk, I cover my red leaf in search of fragrance, and my head is covered with snow under the branches...
Thirst to the extreme, she missed the refreshing ice and snow, drops falling on her lips. In a daze, Qingqing felt the green shadow reappear in front of her eyes. Her limp body had already lost its strength, and finally fell into Ziqin's arms.
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Ziqin looked at the disciple in her arms and kissed her gently on the forehead:
"Master has had a hard time looking for you, don't ever get lost again."
It was said that Ziqin said goodbye to his master, Boling Hugui, and went down the mountain alone, heading towards the northern desert without stopping.
It was late autumn and the harsh season of the desert had already arrived. During the day, the sun was blazing brightly, but in the evening the cold wind penetrated people's bones. Ziqin stepped on golden quicksand under his feet, feeling as if he was walking on flat ground in the wind.
.The temple door in front of me opened in response:
"The poor monk is here and has been waiting for the master for a long time."