Eight hundred and sixty-eighth chapter drunken riverside Cowherd
When Long Qilin heard this, he was shocked, but the voice was somewhat familiar.
Even so, he did not dare to neglect. He immediately swayed and transformed into a strong young man with the head of a unicorn. However, he changed too quickly and forgot that Qin Mu was still on his back.
Qin Mu fell down dancing and dancing, Long Qilin hurriedly picked him up, put him on his shoulders, and carefully looked behind the moonlight.
Today is the seventh day of the lunar month. When the moon formation moves to the seventh day of the lunar month, it will look like a big crescent, and other parts of the formation will be obscured by shadows.
The formation is very large, very vast, extending hundreds of miles across. The part blocked by the shadow has not actually disappeared. The formation is still running, but it is blocked.
This formation is like a moon palace with a palace in the middle of the moon. The scenery is beautiful and very pleasant.
"The one who controls the moon in the sky must be a beautiful woman."
Long Qilin poked his head out from the shadows and saw that the damage caused the moonlight in the moon to fall down like running water.
In the middle of the month, there is a woman sitting on the tip of the crescent moon, looking this way and blinking.
"Is it her?"
Long Qilin was slightly startled. Qin Mu on his shoulder looked like a broken puppet, his limbs limply sliding down from his shoulder, and his head tilted.
Long Qilin quickly supported Qin Mu. The woman on the crescent moon came over and asked 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, and Qin Mu's head was shaken like a rattle. Then he opened his eyes and looked at the woman hazily. He felt a familiar face come into view, but he couldn't remember who it was.
"Why are you here?" He muttered and fell into sleep again.
"Look, it's not a big problem!" Long Qilin said confidently.
The woman was very worried, so she sent him to the Moon Palace and said, "I just cleaned this place. You guys can heal here first."
Long Qilin settled Qin Mu. After diagnosing Qin Mu's injuries, the woman pondered for a moment and made elixirs for him.
Long Qilin stepped forward and said with a smile: "You didn't know anything back then, but now you know how to make elixirs and brew medicine?"
The woman smiled and said: "After you leave, I will have to do everything by myself. I was still very young at that time and needed to learn everything. The more I learn, the more I can do it."
Long Qilin thought for a while and said: "It was like a dream back then. The leader, the great master, the box, and I arrived at Bailong City in such a daze. After dawn, we left. But the experience that night was...
It’s so wonderful that it will be unforgettable for a lifetime.”
The woman turned back, looked at Qin Mu who was sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, and showed a gentle smile: "Yes. In the next tens of thousands of years, I woke up from nightmares countless times. Thinking of the experience that night, I suddenly felt alive again.
The courage to go down.”
Qin Mu heard a familiar voice in his ears and tried to open his eyes several times. However, the damage was too much and the source was injured, and he fell asleep again and again.
He was no longer seriously injured, mainly because when he was fighting to the death with "Yu Tianzun", the opponent was too strong, so he used his own Taoist secret skill, from the first level of Taoism to the 28th level of Taoism, twenty-eight consecutive moves of Taoism.
With magical powers, he had no choice but to work hard.
After all his efforts, he almost ran out of gas, but he had to use his last source of power to repair his physical body and soul with the Mysterious Sutra of Indestructible Creation and the Immortal Consciousness of the Three Souls, which resulted in his even greater deficit.
Now he was confused and felt a bit bitter in his mouth, as if someone was feeding him medicine. The elixir entered his throat, turned into a hot line and flowed into his abdominal cavity, then surged in all directions and flowed into his limbs and bones.
He opened his eyes and vaguely saw a familiar woman opening her small mouth and spitting out a spiritual bead.
The spirit beads circled around him, making his soul and damaged divine treasure feel indescribably comfortable.
Qin Mu fell asleep again in a daze, and heard the conversation between the woman and Long Qilin. It was obvious that Long Qilin was very familiar with the woman.
I don't know how long it took, but Qin Mu heard the voices of other people again, like a woodcutter, Tianshi Zixi, and Di Yiyue and the others.
They didn't know what they were talking about, and then they became quiet.
Qin Mu fell asleep. In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to his childhood. Time seemed to be going back. He returned to Canlao Village and practiced hard under the supervision of Master Ma, the butcher and others.
The time in his sleep flowed forward again, and he turned into a baby, lying in a small basket, babbling and spreading his arms and legs, looking at Granny Si who stretched out her arms to him with bright eyes.
Granny Si was ugly, but her eyes were very gentle, and she picked him up from the basket.
Next to her is a stone statue, and next to her is the equally gentle Mr. Ma.
The scene in his dream receded, and time seemed to be flowing back again. He was still in the basket, and he saw a girl carrying a basket, fearfully avoiding the pursuit of gods and demons in the gushing river.
The monstrous black water swept everything away, and he stared blankly at the girl in the swaddling clothes in the basket. She was trying her best to fight against the gods and demons and protect his safety.
There were wounds all over her body and she was exhausted.
"Aunt Juan'er..."
The swaddled baby raised his short arms and wanted to touch her face, but he couldn't reach her.
He has never found the memory of when he was exiled from Youdu to Daxu. He was too young, so Tu Bo sealed him, and his mother handed him over to Aunt Juan'er, who escorted him out of Youdu and into Daxu.
Aunt Juan'er drowned her body in the river to protect him, and Granny Si picked him up when darkness came.
This memory was a blank for him, but this time he saw that memory vaguely in his sleep.
In the darkness, the black water from the gushing river surged, overwhelming the sky. There were ferocious gods and demons in the black water and on both sides of the river, chasing them. Aunt Juan'er's injuries were getting worse and worse, and it was no longer possible to protect him.
At this time, Qin Mu was sleeping, and a snow-white mist came over him in his memory.
Aunt Juan'er carried the basket and staggered into the mist.
The pursuers also entered the fog.
When the fog cleared, it was a sunny day. The sun was so bright that the swaddling baby closed his eyes and hid his face in the swaddling clothes.
Aunt Juaner's mouth was bleeding and she was running staggeringly, but her palms were covering the basket and she was humming songs to coax the baby to sleep.
"The reeds are high, the reeds are long, and we hide and seek in the reed swamps. There are many famous and wealthy people who were herding cowherds in the past.
"The reeds are high and the reeds are long. We look at each other across mountains and rivers. This side of the reed is my hometown, and the other side of the reed is the ocean.
"The reeds are high, the reeds are long, and the reeds are busy weaving. Weave them into my bag and accompany me on my long voyage from now on.
“The reeds are high, the reeds are long, and the sound of the reed flutes is melodious.
"The shepherd boys are in harmony in the distance, which makes people miss their father and mother..."
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Qin Mu listened blankly and wanted to sing along, but in his sleep he was still a two-month-old baby and couldn't sing.
The pursuers are coming again, and the gods and demons are fierce.
At the source of the Yongjiang River, Aunt Juaner saw a woman washing her sword by the water in despair.
Qin Mu saw that the woman washing the sword had a familiar face, like the girl who fed him medicine. Aunt Juan'er asked her for help, and the woman drew her sword, and the sword flew like a white dragon. With one sword, it captivated the city and shone brightly across Kyushu.
That was the familiar sword light, a sword technique that evolved from Qin Mu's sword technique, and carried the spirit of protecting the common people in the apocalypse.
"What's his name?"
The sword-washing woman came to Aunt Juan'er and looked at the baby in the basket.
"His name is Qin Fengqing."
Aunt Juan'er looked at the baby in the basket with gentle eyes, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth: "I want to take him and send him to a safe place. I can't let those gods and demons hurt him. But I can't do it anymore.
I want to entrust him to you..."
The sword-washing woman shook her head: "My name is Bai Xuer, and I am the emperor's remnant. I am hiding from the enemy. I have killed a group of pursuers. If you leave them to me, they will only make them more dangerous. I can escort you for a while.
But not for too long."
They walked along the river, with the bright sun hanging in the western sky. Aunt Juan'er hummed a children's song, and the sword-washing woman listened quietly. They walked an unknown distance when the children's song suddenly stopped.
The woman washing the sword looked at Aunt Juan'er. She was dead, her eyes were lifeless, and she continued to walk on the river holding the basket like a zombie.
A strong obsession supported her to continue moving forward, stubbornly searching for a safe place with the infant, and entrusting the baby to someone who could take care of him.
The sword-washing woman was in a daze and did not take the basket from Aunt Juan'er's arms. She was not a person worthy of trust.
She could only protect this stubborn body and look for a family worth entrusting her to.
She hummed the children's song that the girl had hummed before her death.
"The reeds are high, the reeds are long, and we hide and seek in the reed swamps. There are many famous and wealthy people who were herding cowherds in the past..."
Aunt Juan'er's body followed the singing and walked forward with a smile on her face.
As they walked down the river, their singing never stopped.
Finally, the sky darkened and darkness was approaching.
"...The reeds are high, the reeds are long, and the sound of the reed flute is melodious. The shepherd boys are in harmony in the distance, which makes people miss their father and mother."
As the sword-washing woman sang this children's song, darkness and mist surged in, drowning Aunt Juan'er behind her.
The sword-washing woman walked into the mist and watched Aunt Juan'er sink into the water, but she still held the basket high.
The river was rushing, carrying 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!"
"No way, you heard it wrong... Hey, there is really a baby crying!"
In the mist, the sword-washing woman watched a hunchbacked old woman pick up the baby in the basket, and then she slowly retreated.
"I used the Sutra of Infinite Kalpas to enter the Tao through dreams, to help him trace back to his origins and save his soul. Now he is no longer in danger of his life."
In Qinzi Continent, the old Buddha who had been dreaming did not know when he landed. He said to God, Tu Bo and others: "My Sutra of Infinite Kalpas was originally going to be passed on to him, but unfortunately he never had the opportunity. Now I am helping him to achieve Taoism in his sleep."
, thinking of all the previous events, it will only be a matter of time before he comprehends my Sutra of Infinite Kalpas."
Tiangong said: "Fortunately, the old Buddha woke up in time, otherwise even if he survived, he would have suffered great harm."
At this moment, Qin Mu woke up leisurely, and heard the familiar sound of children's songs in his ears.
"The reeds are high, the reeds are long, and the reed flowers are like snow. Reeds know how the wind is blowing best, and reeds know how the rain is crazy..."
He struggled up from the bed and walked outside following the singing.
This song made him feel like he was back in the days when he was herding cattle, with reed flowers swaying by the side, the reed flute playing clear and melodious, and the snow-white reed flowers fluttering in the wind.
He walked outside, the moonlight was shining brightly, and a familiar girl was sitting in the moon palace, humming children's songs and looking at the Yankang mountains and rivers below.
She turned her head and gave him a quiet and shy smile.
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