Chapter 59: Dreamy

"Lu Xu--!"
The sky was completely dark, Hong Jun looked around blankly, shouting Lu Xu's name, but got no response.
"Lu Xu!"
"Shall we go back," said the carp demon, "it's so cold."
"How is it possible!" Hong Jun anxiously said, "He will freeze to death! You are called cold, he wears so little, and has no feathers!"
The carp demon howled: "You wrap my legs first!"
"Isn't it wrapped?"
"The other side is exposed!"
Hongjun held the carp demon in his arms, looked around, shook the reins, and rushed down the opposite mountains.
Where will he go? In this icy and snowy field, Lu Xu walked again, and he would freeze to death in the snow in a night. Hongjun ran towards the northwest for a while, and soon found a line of shallow footprints.
It's him!
Hong Jun immediately chased after the footprints. It stands to reason that Lu Xu walked on foot and rode himself, and he could catch up in less than two quarters of an hour. However, the footprints meandered to the end of the plains, and he was endless.
No, Lu Xu ran faster. Hongjun chased for half an hour, illuminating the snow in front of him with five colors, and suddenly found that the footprints were gone, and a line of hoof marks meandered from the other end. Come, replace that footprint, and go far away.
No way! What does this mean? ! Hong Jun suddenly thought that Liu Fei also left at about the same time, could it be him?
It's freezing in the cold, the snow is full of snow.
Liu Feicai galloped on the plain, and the horse landed after Xu.
"What are you doing in Dunhuang?" Liu Fei asked sideways.
Lu Xu only stubbornly did not speak, Liu Fei said: "Go back, don't you worry that the little brother of Wolf God is worried about you?"
High in the mountains, a woman dressed in black looked at the snow quietly. Standing next to him was a young man dressed in black. The young man had the same face as Lu Xu, staring at the snow.
"Can Liu Fei sleep again?" Said the woman in black.
The young man in black whispered: "No, he is already awake. I can't get close to him. I have to wait for him to fall asleep again. Xuan Nu, who is the person behind him?"
The woman in black, known as the mysterious girl, replied: "I haven't seen it, it's vaguely a child mentioned by the of plague, just, I'll do it."
Immediately after the mysterious girl raised her sleeves, she drew an arc in the air.
The blizzard suddenly rushed away, like a snowfall, rushed Liu Feiren to the horse, Liu Fei roared, and dragged the wind sword from the snow to climb.
Xuan Nu turned around gracefully, opened her sleeves, and flew towards Liu Fei.
"It's you!" Liu Fei shouted.
The young man in black turned into an ink-like stag and ran to the plain after the avalanche. Lu Xu was rushed by the snow and suddenly passed out.
The stag lowered his head, the black antler on the antlers entangled Lu Xu, and dragged him out of the snow. Immediately afterwards, the stag appeared humanoid, staring at Lu Xu lying on the ground.
The two looked exactly like twins.
Li Jinglong and Mo Rigen went out of the city gate, took the torch and hurried off, hurried along the horseshoe seal of Hong Jun.
Li Jinglong shouted: "Hong Jun! How about people ?!"
The carp demon has fallen asleep in Hong Jun's arms. Hong Jun has been walking for nearly a night. Mountains and plains are covered with snow. The flowing galaxy connects the night and the earth, and this world is extremely quiet. There was no snow or wind, and the world was so gray, Hong Jun only felt as if he was running in a dream with no boundaries.
In front of a white mist, after Hong Junchi flew into the fog and then spread out, the snow-covered plain was like an ink painting by Qiu Yongsi, with large pieces of blank space everywhere, as white as the spotless rice paper, only The mountain in the distance is like a little bit of ink, and it is almost as light as the night.
After passing through the fog, the horseshoe marks on the snow disappeared.
Behind the fog is a quiet cemetery. The stars are fading. There is a tomb-keeper's cabin beside the cemetery, with lights on. The wooden door was covered with emptiness, Hong Jun led the horse and kept approaching, hearing Liu Fei's voice inside.
"Naoji always likes to say, Your Highness, stop killing people ..."
Hong Jun pushed open the wooden door. Inside the house, Liu Fei was sitting on one side of the floor. Lu Xu was lying on the bed, and a fire was on the ground. The room was warm, and the two looked at him together.
Finally caught up, thank God, Lu Xu was wearing a black suit, lying down in a kimono, and said, "Hong Jun!"
"Why are you here?" Liu Fei dazed.
Hong Jun could not answer Liu Fei, sitting on the couch and frowning, "Why are you leaving like this?"
Lu Xu seemed unwilling to answer, and Liu Fei said: "I see him walking northwest all the way, as if looking for something, he took him a ride, or will you go back again?"
Hong Jun thanked Liu Fei and asked Lu Xu: "Where are you going?"
Lu Xu's expression was a bit sad, pointing to the northwest. At first, Hong Jun thought he wanted to go home. Was it said that Lu Xu's home was gone? Hong Jun couldn't get an answer for a while, but only felt that there was a hidden feeling when he came out so late, but he couldn't guess Lu Xu's thoughts at all. He could only ask carefully when Mo Rigen and Li Jinglong arrived.
"Tomorrow I will walk slowly with you." Hong Jun said, "When they catch up, Chang Shi and Mo Rigen should be on the road."
Liu Fei said again: "You squeeze to deal with the night, and I will go to the night."
Liu Fei pushed the door and went out, Hong Jun chased Lu Xu one night, less than an hour from Tianming, almost exhausted, he took the carp demon out, put it by the fire, and lay down on the couch himself again, saying, "Let me one Find it. "
Hong Jun raised his hand, touched Lu Xu's forehead, and lay beside him, saying, "Don't be sad, although I don't know what you are sad about, in short, it will be all right."
Lu Xu was still pondering, glancing at Hongjun, and Hongjun yawned.
Hong Jun was already sleepy, and it seemed that there was snow rustling outside again, and the cold wind rose again, and the whine blew across the wooden roof.
In a flash of white light, Hong Jun felt that he had returned to the Exorcism Division, and the weeds were barren. Li Jinglong is using a sword of wisdom to draw circles on the ground.
"Don't be dazed, draw quickly."
Hong Jun looked blankly and saw Li Jinglong gently pouring a scoop of blood-red paint on the ground.
"Where are you going?" Li Jinglong asked.
"It's bad," Morigen replied. "It's snowing."
The snow on the wasteland was dense and dense, covering the hoof marks in front. Under the snow powder, the only traces traced by the two finally disappeared.
Li Jinglong was so anxious that he turned his horse's head and looked out over the mountains.
Morrigan turned and dismounted, bowing and shaking, showing the shape of a blue wolf, sniffing into the air.
"You can smell him?"
The dark wolf said in a low voice: "He took Zhao Zilong with him, here, go!"
The stove was born vigorously, and Hong Jun was lying on the couch with his eyes closed.
"Silk star." A familiar man's voice suddenly sounded, "Wake up."
Hong Jun: "?"
Hong Jun didn't know how long he slept. He just felt uncomfortable, his mouth was dry, and his body was hot. When he was awakened by this voice, he opened his eyes and saw a handsome young man sitting on the couch, trying to test himself with his back Forehead.
Hong Jun forgot Snow Night and Lu Xu for a moment, and forgot many things. Countless memories were intricate and complicated, pouring into his mind and dragging him back to the age of seven.
He struggled to get up, but he had a headache.
"Kong Xuan?" The woman's voice said outside, "Xing'er woke up?"
"Take medicine." Zhao Hongjun, the man who was called Kong Xuan, said.
Hong Jun replied: "Dad ... I have a headache."
Kong Xuan reached out his arm and hugged Hong Jun, who was so weak that he couldn't even raise his hand.
"Drink the medicine." Kong Xuan whispered.
Hong Jun was very uncomfortable, his consciousness was like a paste, his headache was like a hammer banging in his head. Shouted: "I don't drink medicine ..."
"Drink the medicine, the illness will be better." Kong Xuanduan passed the bowl, which contained a small half of the medicine soup.
Hong Jun swallowed with discomfort, but then had a nausea, and just a short time after drinking it, he wheezed out.
"Kong Xuan!" The woman quickly stepped forward, angrily, "What medicine do you let him drink ?!"
"Antipyretics!" Kong Xuan said unpleasantly, "If you continue to be so sick, how can you get on the road tomorrow ?!"
The woman looks beautiful but very tired. She looks pale and hurrying forward to hug Xiaohongjun, unable to choked, tears rolling down and dripping onto his ears.
Hong Jun leaned against her breast, feeling her body temperature and the soft fragrance on her body. That intuition seemed to be deeply buried in each other's bloodstream, making him cry with a crying voice.
"mother--!"
Jia Yuze cried and cried while holding his son. Kong Xuan was so annoyed by the mother and son crying that he got up and shouted, "It's me useless! It's me useless!"
Hong Jun was startled. Although the medicine soup vomited a lot, he finally exerted the rest of the medicine and his head no longer hurt.
"Jing Long?" Hong Jun asked.
"Jing Long heard that you were ill and sent you a book to you." Jia Yuze said, "The mother brought it to you."
"Don't give him." Kong Xuan frowned deeply.
Jia Yuze passed Kong Xuan's side without looking at him, so he took the book by himself and placed it beside Hongjun's couch. The pages of the book have not been broken yet, and Jia Yuze sat aside again, and whispered: "Mother must go to pack things, and you will sleep when you are sleepy and obedient."
Hong Jun opened his mouth and said, "Dad, I dream of many graves."
"Dream." Kong Xuan frowned, "Don't be afraid, Dad is busy."
The two closed the door and retreated.
Hong Jun turned the pages of his book a few times, his face was confused and puzzled, and he saw a black shadow drawn with an ink pen on the last page, annotated "Tian Mo" on the side.
The door was suddenly pushed open again, and Kong Xuan came in again. Xiao Hongjun looked up, Kong Xuan sat on the couch, and asked, "Do you understand the characters?"
Hong Jun said "Uh", and Kong Xuan said again: "Don't read this book, it's not a good book." Then he handed him a piece of rock candy and said, "Eat."
When Hongjun saw the sugar, he laughed and put the sugar in his mouth. Kong Xuan touched his head and lowered his head to kiss his forehead. Xiaohongjun noticed the jasper hanging on his waist Peacock Ling is the waistband he carried with him, so he reached out and touched it.
However, Kong Xuan hugged him tightly in his arms, choked so hard, and touched his head, his face, and kissed his eyebrows hard again, whispering: "Xing'er, father I'm sorry for you ... "
Hong Jun asked: "Dad, what's the matter with you?"
Kong Xuan sighed, shook his head, closed his eyes, got up and left again.
It was very hot inside and outside the room. It was summer night and a rain was slow. He stumbled out of bed, only to feel dizzy, like stepping on cotton.
He pushed the door out, and at night, there was a knocking sound from outside Long Street. It was Changan Night, which he was most familiar with, and the clogs "knock, knock".
Not far away, Jia Yuze's angry voice came, and his parents seemed to be arguing, so Hong Jun went barefoot and passed carefully.
"I don't know who is venturing them!" Kong Xuan whispered, "Don't be noisy, Xing'er will hear you!"
"You tell me, where should I go now?" Jia Yuze said sharply.
The main hall was full of wooden boxes, bags and other debris, and the parents seemed to be moving.
Kong Xuan sat on the box, sighed, and said, "I will take him back to Yaojin Palace.
"Your brothers only care about your life." Jia Yuze shed tears, "Kong Xuan, why did they have a trace of compassion for our mother and son? If Xing'er was born without my life, where is he now?
"Don't turn over the old account!" Kong Xuan snarled. "At this moment, I sent a letter to Yaojin Palace. Brother will not sit and watch Xing'er die!"
"What's in his body?" Jia Yuze trembled, stepped forward, his hair disheveled, extremely excited, shaking and asking Kong Xuan, said, "You tell me, Kong Xuan, I listen to them, you put you on you The 'devil' was passed on to your son, didn't you ?! In order to save your life, you have the heart to treat your child as a sacrifice ?! "
Kong Xuan Dingding looked at Jia Yuze and said, "Yuze, I tell you this, if I have a little bit of thought, I will be taught to fall into hell, and there will be no end to it! After all, I will spend a lot of time and suffer in the black fire!
Jia Yuze held the face with both hands, and made a trembling cry. He nearly fell over, and Kong Xuan stepped forward to hug her.
"Big Brother and Second Brother will come to pick us up," Kong Xuan replied.
"No! Will not come!" Jia Yuze mourned, "Otherwise he will not sit and watch you hurt, nor will they sit and watch them again and again, and take away Xing'er again and again, I just hate that I am not a demon, otherwise even I'm crushed, I won't let Xing'er live like this ... "
Kong Xuan almost begged for mercy: "Yuze, don't say it, you have to let me die in front of your mother-in-law, are you willing?"
"What's the use of this?" Jia Yuze choked, "I just want him to live happily like other children, what's wrong with Xing'er? You tell me, what kind of demons in his body is? what?"
"Don't ask." Kong Xuan said, "I will leave tomorrow morning, even if I go to Guazhou to find your brother."
"Over the years, wherever we fled, they chased wherever they are." Jia Yuze said, "There are monsters everywhere, each with fangs and claws, to take Xing'er away ..."
Outside the hall, Hong Jun couldn't help but take a step back, his eyes full of fear.
He turned and stumbled, ran across the corridor and stood in the courtyard, sweating his shirt.
A gardenia suddenly flew behind him, and hit him gently on the head. Hong Jun looked back violently, and saw a half-boy in a robe, looking at himself curiously under the moonlight.
"Star, are you sick?"
The half-year-old boy rode on the wall and whispered to Hongjun standing on the ground, "Why is his face so ugly?"
Hong Jun was a bit overwhelmed. He suddenly heard the shock of his parents' words and turned into a grief that struck him, making him cry. He could hardly resist this real dream or memory.
Seeing Hongjun weeping, the half-year-old boy hurriedly said, "Hey, don't cry? What's wrong? If you cry, you have to be beaten by your father."
He hurried down the wall, barefoot, and ran to Hongjun, kneeling on one knee and looking at him seriously.
The half-year-old boy was nine years old. Although he was wearing a brocade, he had blood on his face drawn from the bamboo. He used his sleeves to wipe Hongjun's tears. Hongjun's tears were dim, and he stared at him, that eyebrow, that bridge of nose, That lips.
"Jing Long." Hong Jun shouted.
"Called brother." Li Jinglong, nine years old, whispered, then took his hand and said, "Go."
Li Jinglong led him around the yard to the garden where Dehongjun's house and Li's house were separated, and let Hongjun turn over, and then turned over again. He took him around the corridor and went to the backyard, where a pomegranate tree was planted.
Li Jinglong's family was quite big. There was another pair of wooden clogs under the corridor. There was a chess game in front of the corridor. The children's robe was thrown on the side. The green and green pomegranate was still on the edge of the chessboard. Li Jinglong took a robe. , Shaking away let Hongjun wear, the clothes and clogs are a little bigger.
He led Hongjun straight into the room, took a piece of pastry for him, touched his forehead, and adjusted the honey to let him drink. He replied: "I have no fever."
Li Jinglong ’s home was very luxuriously decorated, and he played chess with Hong Jun during the day. Hong Jun later fell ill. Every time Jia Yuze moved, Hong Jun was not allowed to play with the children around him. Hong Jun had to stay at home every day. Later, when he was seen by Li Jinglong, he was alone at the age of seven or eight. Very pitiful, so he often came over to see him.