Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

The three vague words scattered in the tomb. Basil’s spring intent was very special in the cold loess rock. Li Shiyi picked up the cigarette pipe and was carefully studying it, but he felt that the ground vibrated faintly, and there was something in his ear. The sound of horseshoe’s staggered rushing footsteps is like a broken bamboo from far to near.

Tu’s youngest body trembled violently, and the fat on both sides shook like being hammered over and over by Lei Gong. Everyone looked at him suspiciously, and saw that he was pulling out the Soul Ceiling from his trouser pocket with difficulty, pinching the tingling tiger’s mouth. , Intermittently said: “It… its mother, it shook up!”

Li Shiyi secretly said that it was not good. He put the cigarette pipe across his chest and assumed a defensive posture. He heard a ghost wind coming and stood coolly behind her head.

She closed her mouth firmly, her temples bulged, and she knocked the cigarette pipe three inches behind her head without turning her head back.

The place where the brass tube fell was a soft flesh, and there was a short grunt behind him, and then the ghost wind withdrew, spread out in twos or twos, and forced it in front of her very quickly, with the oppression of the long sword out of the sheath, Came in chasing souls.

Li Shiyi straightened his index finger and held a smoking gun like a sword dance. He moved his head to the right to avoid the attack of the ghost. Guan quickly wrote the word “ding” in the air, shaking his wrist, and patted it with force.

Li Shiyi’s fists and kicks are very beautiful, and it is appropriate to describe it as “Pan Ruo Jing Hong Wan Ruo Yong Long” in the Ci Fu. The softness reveals a force that cannot be ignored, like a drawn willow branch, oppressively The hair grew, and the calmness of killing and decisiveness made Song Shijiu, who was guarded by Ayin behind him, so surprised that he forgot to move.

The ghost suddenly disappeared, and the silence in the tomb was restored, and it was quieter than before, but Li Shiyi held the pipe, and only she knew that the only body charm had not been photographed on the Li ghost at this moment. There seemed to be thousands of pairs of eyes peeping in the calmness, and only a little slack, he scratched his claws from all directions.

Such a sense of passivity made her unhappy. With a soft snort, she walked to the tomb in twos and threes. When the cigarette pipe knocked on the coffin, a nail of descendant came up and slammed on the ground.

“Don’t move my elder sister!” Anxious voice sounded, and there was wind and sand in the tomb.

Hua Mulan. Li Shiyi hooked the corner of his mouth, stood up and pinched a piece of yellow talisman.

Mulan didn’t come close to fight her, as if she couldn’t please her. There was a soft and neat sound of treading on the ground all around, as fast as polished fire folds, one after another.

Li Shiyi stood in the middle, twisted his body slightly, listening carefully, Jingmen Tianying, wounded the door Tianchong, closed the door canopy, shocked the door Tianzhu, the southeast and northwest were lightly stepped on by her, the four doors meet. The word “town” was written faintly in blood in the middle. Tu Laoyao exclaimed, and Li Shiyi said, “Painting the ground is a prison, and locking the people.”

As soon as the voice fell, she gently retracted her mandible, and quickly figured it out in her mind, staring at the ground with her eyes, lifting and hooking with her feet, Qianlong Pansha like a fixed point to break the formation. Mulan walked to the site, Li Shiyi went to the sky plate, opened the door, Tianfu, Dead Gate Tianren, Dumen Tianxin, when landing on the lower right corner of the Shengmen, the right hand pushes the talisman wick, inserts it into the pipe to burn it, and then hangs his eyes. At the center of the formation, he took a tube of cooked glutinous rice as before, and accurately patted it to the void in front of the eyebrows.

“P” fell to the ground with a soft sound, like settled dust.

The oil lamp on the ground was about to burn out, and a girl’s figure appeared in the darkness, as if it was hooked out by a gold thread, and it turned into a substance from transparency, which was horribly weird.

Mulan’s eyebrows were condensed with Li Shiyi’s sealed glutinous rice. At this moment, she looked at her without stopping. Her red eyes and undulating chest were filled with unwillingness. The youngest Tuyao saw her unable to move. The oil lamp stepped forward to look at her, took a close look at her, and said, “It’s really a brick face, shoulders with shoulders.”

Only then did Ah Yin understand what the man meant. She was tall and tall, her face was not like that of a normal woman, she had angular jawbone, her shoulders were flat and thin, and she was wider than an ordinary girl, showing a little bit of strength and handsomeness. At this moment, he was wearing a fashionable shirt, his cuffs were rolled up, his waist was pierced into his trousers, and he was wearing a pair of calf-long leather boots. His long hair was tied higher than a ponytail, and the ends of the hair were scattered on his face.

Li Shiyi glanced at Mulan’s fingers and turned his face: “Ayin.”

Ayin curled her lips, picked a pocket of copper plate from her bag, and pulled out a thin red thread. The copper plate was steamed with the cooked glutinous rice, and the red thread was put in the black dog’s blood and soaked for a whole week, she said. On the curse side, he stringed the copper plates together, starting from the little finger of Mulan’s left hand, entwining the five fingers one by one, and then going up around the thumb, and hooked three times along her shoulders to the neck, and finally ended on the little finger of the right hand.

“What is this for?” The youngest Tu Yao gained new knowledge.

“Even though she is registered in the Taishan mansion, she is a ghost in the end. This method has been changed from the Taoist technique of driving corpses in Xiangxi, and it can lock her up.” A Yin rarely had some patience.

“Lock it, and then?” Tu Yao asked.

Li Shixi tilted his head so that he could look at him in his spare time.

The youngest Tuo swallowed, crouched to Mulan, and said to Ah Yin, “Hands, let her come up.”

Eleven sister called back, who would dare not recite? It’s a big deal to go back and wash it with grapefruit peel three or two times.

Everyone came out from the tomb and moved Mulan to the front of the car after a tossing meal. The hired coachman saw that they tricked a living person out. He was still in such a weird posture. For a while, he was so surprised that he couldn’t speak. Guang, not a lot of mouthfuls, he sat in his seat, shaking his hands to start the car.

There must be four people in the back seat, so it must be crowded. Ah Yin drove the youngest Tuo to the passenger seat, and the four girls squeezed into a row behind.

Li Shiyi was a little tired, closed his eyes and calmed down when he got in the car. Not long after, the youngest Tu’s snoring sounded in front of him. Song Jiu sat next to Mulan and shrank his right leg next to her knee.

I don’t know if Mulan was beaten badly, or because he couldn’t get used to the foreign car, and soon became a little dizzy. Song Jiu whispered to her: “If you have a headache, go to sleep for a while.”

Mulan glanced at her, her neck stiffened, Song Jiu thought for a while, stretched out her hand and pushed her head against the window, with a soft “boom”, Mulan knocked firmly. Looking at her sadly, Song Nineteen was a little embarrassed, and he turned back and looked ahead.

The wheel of the car was swaying, and Mulan’s eyelids sank, and she fell asleep after a while. Song Jiu turned his face to look at her, but saw her lips flutter, as if she was muttering some dreams, she whispered to her ears, blinking her eyes and jot down a word.

At night, a few people returned to A Luo’s house, but only five dollars were left in the house, saying that A Luo had something to go out. Li Shiyi handed Mulan to Wuqian and ordered him to set up an array. Only Daominger came to find Arrow to settle the money.

Everyone went back to the yard eagerly, took a shower, and rubbed a few bowls of digestible lean meat porridge in Tu’s sister-in-law’s yard. Only then did they alleviate their lack and return to their house.

The moon was scarce, and the Tired Bird returned to its nest, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the rustling wind was blowing in the new leaves. Song Jiu was worried about the words he heard in the car, and wanted to go out to find Li Shiyi. He just took a step but heard the vague words in the west courtyard, accompanied by the smell of sweet-scented chestnuts.

Song Nineteen followed the sound and saw that Ayin and Tu’s youngest were sitting and peeling chestnuts to eat. Seeing that she was coming, the eyes of the invitation to the urn seemed to be a banquet. A Yinxin peeled one off and handed it to her: “Sit down.”

Song Jiu Yiyan sat down and stuffed one into her mouth. The sweet and salty aroma was roasted warmly, with a grainy feeling of rustle, and it was so delicious that she couldn’t wait to swallow her tongue. While she swallowed, she peeled another one.

Ayin asked her: “Want to go on eleven?”

“Yeah.” Song Jiu chewed the chestnuts, blinking his eyes, “I have something to say to her.”

Ayin exchanged glances with the youngest Tu Yao, and the youngest Tu said: “Are you determined to share the same eleventh friend?”

Song Nineteen nodded: “I’m determined.”

A Yin carried the silk and touched the corner of his mouth: “If you are really determined, you and her will not be as salty and not salty.”

Song Nineteen’s ears moved, and the chestnut couldn’t take care of it anymore. He asked suspiciously, “What does this mean?”

Ayin sighed and smiled: “You, you win me in the card game, and the player next to me also wins me. However, Li Shiyi is willing to help you, what can I do?”

Her smile was very meaningful, as if it was Li Shiyi’s mention of Song Shijihu cards, and it seemed to be something else.

Ayin knows Li Shiyi too much. She understood it the moment Li Shiyi put her hand on Song Shiji’s arm. Li Shiyi has never been used to clinging to anyone. In the past, she always handed out her hand. It is the stone wall that holds it. But Song Jiu broke the line of defense in Li Shiyi’s heart with a tender posture, making her contact with her naturally feel like talking and eating.

Song Jiu held his face and didn’t quite understand.

Ah Yin’s loss was only a moment, and he regained his spirit in three or two strokes. He thought: “Now that you have this innate ability, you might as well hit the iron while it’s hot. You don’t know where your shortcomings are now, but sister and I are no more. I understand, but if you get close to her, what can you do if she treats you as a nanny?”

Daigo empowerment. Song Nineteen took a breath, and stammered: “That, that.”

Ah Yin raised an eyebrow with the youngest Tu. Although she was very disgusted with discussing the matter with the youngest Tu, but if there is an alliance in everything, it would be stupid, even if it is a pig. , The interest can also rise a bit.

Sure enough, the youngest Tu’s “hehe” smiled happily.

Ayin turned to Song Nineteen again: “If you want her to like you as a girl, you have to pick a bit.”

“Hook up?” Song Jiu narrowed his neck in Ayin’s straight eyes.

“Hook up.” Ayin nodded, his chest straightened out.

The author has something to say:

1. Mulan and the eleventh drawing array break the array. This is the name of several positions that I have Baidued Qimen Dunjia, plus the legend of “painting the ground as a prison”, it is definitely not reliable, please don’t textual research friends who know Qimen Dunjia.

2. The method of locking Mulan was also made up by me. It didn’t really evolve from the corpse chasing in Xiangxi. The chase chasing corpses in Xiangxi is too scary, and I really dare not learn it.