Reading The Remnants (Wen Guan)

The darkness of the mountain city was overwhelming, the sky was very low, and it was hugged by black clouds. The hustle and bustle of the day was swallowed by treacherousness, hiding threats in the paper-cut mountains. Xuxu hides in the Jinyun Mountain range, which is a complex anticline mountain range, with ridges and peaks standing upright, towering ancient trees hidden among the cliffs, steep and beautiful.

In the bamboo shadows whirling, the four of them walked up the mountain, with a drenching stream beside their ears. There were broken moon shadows in front of them, setting off the four people’s brisk footsteps.

Li Shiyi walked at the forefront, carrying a glass-covered kerosene lamp, reaching out to block the bamboo branches, habitually slowing down while holding the cool branches, Song Shiji also stretched out his palm, and accidentally touched it. She covered the back of her hand and pulled it down, shook her little finger, reluctant to let go.

Her girlfriend was holding an oil lamp in one hand and opening the road with the other, so she couldn’t take her hand to hold her.

Li Shiyi turned his head, smiled comprehensibly, and handed the oil lamp to Song Jiu in his palm, holding her backhand with the other hand, and stuffing it between her fingers.

I don’t know why, Song Jiu always feels that the interlocking movements of the fingers are more tangled than the **** of fish and water. The latter is always a secret entanglement, but the former can put love into broad daylight and to the smallest details.

For convenience, she changed her cheongsam and wore Li Shiyi’s old black gown. The wide cuffs were rolled up, and the sturdy braids were pulled to one side. She looked very petite, as if she had just grown up.

Being led by Li Shiyi, she didn’t pay much attention to her feet, looked up at the moon, and then looked down at the stream.

Suddenly leaned against Li Eleven, with her chest next to her arm, and whispered, “It’s so romantic.”

The word romance was learned when she was studying Western books, and it was translated as romantic. She didn’t know how to describe this full and sentimental mood, she remembered such a word when she spoke.

“Why?” Li Shixi looked down at her, speaking warmly, and his expression was warm.

Song Nineteen did not speak, but leaned his head against her and read a poem: “Why should we cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rain in Bashan.”

“Teach me again.” She raised her head, Shui Liang’s eyes looked at Li Shiyi, “What kind of mountain is Bashan?”

Li Shiyi smiled: “Jinyun Mountain.”

It is the mountain at her feet with her at the moment.

Song Nineteen was extremely satisfied, flashing his eyes and biting his lip with a smile.

Ah Yin, who was half behind, took A Luo’s hand and looked at the back of the two people in front of him. The words were fragmented, and she was bulging. The acid is not the usual sour that acupuncture children’s heart, but the acid that soaks the cheeks and teeth with vinegar.

A Luo turned his head to look at her, and saw Ah Yin’s brow furrowed, and he looked at her: “Why don’t you say a few words?”

Arrow was funny: “What do you want to hear?”

A Yin originally just stabbed into A Luo’s serious eyes, and was uncomfortable. She pulled her hand out of A Luo’s palm, cleared her throat and supported the bamboo pole.

Arrow snorted, bends the corners of his mouth, and retracted his empty hand. Since the venom of the snake was detoxified, Ah Yin always treated her like this, one step further, two steps back, for three days, and two days to dry. I always wonder when I look at her, I am always dazed when I don’t look at her.

She didn’t have the openness of the past, the generosity of the past, and it didn’t matter if she didn’t have the Hu Tianhudi.

A Luo was a little bit disappointed. She had never been in a relationship before, and she didn’t understand these roundabouts of advances and retreats, but Ah Yin couldn’t understand it better. She was carrying Li at 11 o’clock before.

She sighed boredly. She was just crying by the Naihe Bridge for a few days, and Taishan Mansion remembered that the account must be compared with each other, causing her to fall on this group of ghosts again and again.

In the middle of the night, I was picking up ghosts in the mountains. The well-informed grandma couldn’t help but shiver, but stopped as if the footsteps in front echoed, and the whistling wind took the opportunity to make trouble.

“Why?” Ah Yin understood Li Shixi, and without looking at her frowning, he stepped forward in threes or twos.

“Not quite right.” Li Shixi pursed his lips.

She listened carefully, there was the sound of wind, trees, streams, and the breathing of the four of them rising and falling. But there is no other side.

There is no howling of wild dogs and cats, no rustling of snake-belly parades, no owls that stay up late, and even the sound of wooden fish in the temple has ceased-in short, there is no breath of living creatures.

She was a little nervous, and she squeezed Song Jiu’s hand, thinking about whether to return, but saw the light of Song Jiu’s hand flashing, and she took the oil lamp to shine in the distance, and said in doubt: “We have been walking for a long time, then Why does the temple still seem to be far away?”

Arrow said unsurely behind him: “This way…have we walked through it?”

The stream on the left has a bend like a dragon’s mouth, and on the right is a crooked-necked tree that jumped onto the road, and a two-handed pit under the gravel two or three meters in front, riding on half of the stagnant water, Ah Yin almost got his foot. , This instinctively handed her the hand.

Ayin shook the handkerchief, folded his arms and spine, but he was intrigued: “A ghost hit the wall?”

She fluttered and looked at A Luo Le: “Aren’t you a ghost? How do you build a wall, are you talking about it?”

A Luo lowered his eyes and did not answer, Ayin lowered his neck and chased after her: “You won’t?”

The neck swam twice like a water snake, and then came back, “Tsk Tsk”, very disappointed.

Arrow understood, she was disgusting that she was bad.

Instead, a fascinating male voice uttered: “This is a third-rate, adults don’t need to learn.”

Ayin shook his shoulders, clutching his chest and looking back at the five coins, as if he saw a ghost: “When are you here?”

“I’ve been there.” Wu Qian was helpless.

Ayin laughed twice, just about to say a few words, then listened to Li Shiyi in front of him and asked Wuqian softly: “Is it convenient for you to pee?”

“Puff!” Ah Yin couldn’t hold back, trembling with joy. Arrow and Nineteen looked at each other, five coins paled, and looked at Li Shixi in disbelief: “Fu…Eleven Sister?”

Li Shiyi explained: “In a graveyard or in the mountains, it is not uncommon for a ghost to hit a wall. If a villager encounters it, he can break it by smoking a cigarette or peeing.”

She raised her arm, and there was a long cigarette stick in her sleeve: “Although I have it, I don’t have regular tobacco. If I light this cigarette, I am afraid it will be more spiritual.”

She lowered her eyelashes coldly and politely: “You have work.”

It is rare for Li Shiyi to say a lot of things. If you count the identity of Lord Lingheng, it is even more of a big face. How can I dare not follow the five dollars? Luo glanced at each other, his face was as embarrassed as a cooked shrimp, but he nodded respectfully with his identity, turned and walked into the depths of the bamboo forest.

There was the sound of **** the cloth, and then there was the sound of pattering water. Song Nineteen was a little embarrassed, buried his head in Li Shiyi’s neck, and A Yin smiled and glanced at Arrow, shaking his head comfortably.

After waiting for a while, steady footsteps sounded, Wu Qian came over from the other side, squatting down to the stream to wash his hands with his head buried.

Li Shiyi was about to ask everyone to follow her. Suddenly, there was a shocking loud noise. Amid the old and majestic scolding, the wind faded away from the tender shell, and the sharp blade hit through the bamboo shadow. The fallen leaves were rolled up and scraped across the face like a blade, wrapped in the dried corpses of snakes, insects, rats and ants, and swept across the ankles.

The chaotic gust of wind shook the alarm bell, and several people secretly said that it was not good. A Yin looked at Li Shiji, but saw that she gently pushed Song Shiji’s shoulder and pushed her into A Yin’s arms. Then he lifted his toes hard with his heels, jumped up as light as a swallow, turned back and knelt on the ground.

There were sweeping marks on the ground, and a shocking bloodstain was carved on Li Shibai Ru Lengyu’s ankle.

A Yin’s heart shrank, seeing a long white wooden pole close to the ground quickly, the club head was a bladed hook, glowing with cold light like a clear moon, and the hook head had fresh blood stains. It was just stolen from Li Eleven.

“Arro!” Li Shixi didn’t care much, only whispered.

Arrow has eyes and ears, carefully distinguished the stretched and contracted long poles on the ground, and directed several people to avoid sneak attacks.

Li Shiyi moved to the front of the boulder, pressed his back, took out the smoke pipe at the right time, and hit the ground while the hook was attacking. It was stuck on the arc of the hook’s swing, and then pryed and bounced. Leaning up from the ground, holding the bamboo pole in his left hand and pulling it hard, a spear that is two people high reveals the whole picture.

Li Shiyi’s move seemed to have caught the attacker off guard, and there was no movement in the bamboo forest for a while.

She dropped her hand and slammed the long pole on the ground, making a dull sound. Song Jiu carried the lamp and looked forward, as if it was a pole made of ash tree, but at the end of the pole was just a pool of green leaves, piled up like scattered armor, scattered by the wind, and dancing. Very unwilling.

Li Shiyi can drive paper people, and naturally knows that such imperial tactics are not new, but Qi Keqi is well-trained in this green leaf soldier, advances and retreats, and is extremely powerful. This long rod is also difficult for ordinary soldiers to manipulate, let alone paper-thin leaves.

She was thinking about it carefully, but she moved when she saw that group of leaves resurrected, as if she had been injected with some kind of spiritual knowledge. She quickly stood up and formed a human shape, holding the long rod and pulling it back, turning the tip of the gun and smashing it down, Li Shi After stepping back two steps, protecting Song XIX, Ah Yin and A Luo also quickly dispersed, the mud faintly vibrated, a large bowl of nest appeared, knocking against the bottom rock, spattering sporadic sparks.

Li Shiyi looked up, but on the other end of the spear was a fist-sized iron ring, which was unrivaledly hard and comparable to a heavy hammer.

The retracted hook locked the corner of Ah Yin’s clothes and cut through with a “thorn”. Then disappeared without a trace.

Arrow wrapped Ayin into his arms, and his long gown concealed the spring light that broke out. He lowered his eyes and said to Li Shixi: “Call Mulan?”

Li Shiyi subconsciously returned his hand and touched the Shen Tu Ling around his waist. After thinking about it, he didn’t move, and shook his head.

She raised her eyes to look at the sky, the stars cleared the clouds and the misty moon, and there was the sound of birds fluttering in her ears, so she whispered: “The action of the five dollars just now seems to be effective. Let’s go down the mountain first.”

There is something strange in it. Although Ye Bing doesn’t show mercy, he has rules in his actions. Intuition is not a frenzied evil spirit. Moreover, the relationship between this realm and the nineteenth life experience of the sage, she doesn’t really want to use her soul to guide her army.

A Luo nodded, held A Yin, and signaled the five coins to open the way.

Li Shiyi quickly confessed: “Go north along the stream, turn right at the intersection, turn three times to the original place, and then go backwards to break the formation.”

Five coins were ordered to lead the people down the mountain. Song Jiu quietly leaned in Li Shiyi’s arms, blinked slowly, and suddenly turned his head with feelings, and looked into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The author has something to say:

“Yeyu Jibei”: “You ask the return date is not yet due, Bashan night rain rises in the autumn pond. Why should we cut the West window candles together, but talk about Bashan night rain.” There are many sayings about what mountain “Bashan” is, one of them The species is Jinyun Mountain, which is taken here.