Raiders infatuated beauty

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Ten years ago, Young Master Huai was only ten years old. At that time, he was not a young master of Ningxiang, and his family was reunited. In the storybook, all the biographies of people who can be called happy have a bit of their family's shadow.

At that time, not to mention his parents, even his half-body grandfather, who was about to die, was still alive and strong, with good teeth, capable of chewing bones and broad beans.

Their family has slain demons and subdued demons for generations, and protected the people of the Three Heavens Realm. When it came to Gong Zichen, who was the father of Gong Zihuai, something happened.

It was the seventh day of October in the seventh year of Wu Hai, and it was already early winter. The night wind wiped away the winter chill, and blew to the carved window, making the cold carved window rustle.

Because it was late at night, the young master's mansion was quiet, and the people in the mansion had already fallen into a drowsy sleep. Outside the window, there was a frosty moon, black trees, jackdaws perched on the branches, and a ghost suddenly appeared outside the young master's house.

The nurse who had been taking care of the young master for nearly ten years was worried that he would be cold at night, so she hugged him in a thick quilt and was brought to see him. When she saw this sneaky man, before she could say anything, she cried out and died.

The muffled sound of falling to the ground woke up the young master, and he opened his eyes. Suddenly, a strong fragrance came from the tip of his nose, like the fragrance of flowers. He couldn't say it, but in the moment of thinking, his neck was covered People choked.

The light in the room was dim, and Young Master Huai couldn't see the face of this person clearly. He was wearing a fox fur cloak and the hat on his head was so huge that his face was hidden in the dark night.

Young Master Huai was forced out of the house by this person. At that time, he didn't know how to study Fa, and he didn't know anything. He struggled desperately in that person's hands.

He caught a glimpse of the wet nurse on the ground again, and felt anxious and sad. After kicking the person, he ran towards the wet nurse, trying to wake her up, while shouting, "Ying Niang, Ying Niang!"

The wet nurse was dead, and he didn't have time to feel sad, that person quickly took him away.

This person is the instigator of the whole thing - the flower demon Jilian.

After the flower demon kidnapped Young Master Huai that night, he threatened the eldest son of the Young Master's family with his life, and Young Master Fu asked Young Master Fu to take him to find the Immortal Elephant, otherwise he would kill Young Master Huai on the spot.

Ji Lian knew that Young Master Chen was not easy to deal with, so he only dared to attack his two sons. He knew that Young Master Chen was the eldest son of the Young Master's family, so he must know the location of the Immortal Elephant.

And this Young Master Fu also really knew that Young Master Fu was only 16 years old at that time, and he had little experience and experience. He was anxious and afraid to see that his younger brother would have an accident, so he was forced to agree in the end.

Fortunately, the young master was smart, and when he followed the curtain, he let go of the white pigeon in the room. He believed that after seeing the pigeon, the young master would definitely come to see him, and then he would definitely find what he had left behind.

They were thus taken away by the curtain.

The curtain came to the ancient tomb of Mingzhao, and was about to cast a spell to take away the Eternal Elephant, when the father and mother of the son Huai appeared.

Ji Lian and Gong Zichen couple fought here, and soon, Ji Lian gradually gained the upper hand, and it was already difficult for him to deal with Gong Zichen, let alone with a helper.

While the three of them were fighting, Gong Zichen hit Ji Lian's vitals with a single palm. Ji Lian was injured, and knowing that he could not escape, he grabbed Gong Zihuai and threatened his life, asking them to let him go.

When Gong Zichen saw this, his primary goal was naturally his son's life, but he was a teacher of Xianzong, and his skills were not low, so he stared at Jilian. As long as he showed a flaw, he was confident that he could catch this demon.

It's not that he doesn't care about Young Master Huai's life, but that if he really believes in a demon, believes that he will keep his promise, and believes that he will let Young Master Huai go after he leaves, it's better to believe in himself.

Probably God really heard the longing in his heart. The moment Ji Lian turned around, Gong Zichen saw that the time was ripe, and the long sword in his hand was about to fly into Ji Lian's heart in an instant.

Young Master Huai's mother was also very witty, in the blink of an eye, she made a move and quickly snatched Young Master Huai from him.

Unexpectedly, this Ji Yao is not a vegetarian, he dodges and dodges the long sword.

Although he carelessly lost the young master in his hand as a hostage, at the moment he dodged, he shifted his target to the young master who was not far away, and the petals were spinning rapidly in mid-air. A dagger that gleamed coldly.

He is a flower demon, and the petals like sharp knives have his demonic poison on them. Almost in the blink of an eye, the petals were inserted into the heart of Gong Zifu. Soon, the pain swept over him, and he felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to be drained. Escape here to the heart.

He glanced at Gong Zichen, and sat on the ground with a painful expression. He was 16 years old. He felt that he was going to die of pain. He looked up at Gong Zichen and shouted, "Father, I hurt, Fei Bai hurts so much." ..."

When Gong Zichen saw the eldest son suffer such hardship, his eyes turned red instantly, and he recklessly held the long sword in his hand, intending to kill the Jilian.

In mid-air, two people were seen coming and going, the sword light kept flickering in Mingzhao Ancient Tomb, and Gong Zichen wanted to kill Ji Lian.

It was so long ago, but to Young Master Huai, it seemed like yesterday, he could almost restore the scene of that day in his mind.

The father and the flower demon were both wounded in the fight, and the mother sat on the ground and hugged her elder brother. Young Master Huai was surprised that his memory could restore his mother's face in his mind very clearly and accurately.

Her face was haggard, her eyes were drooping black, and she cried so much that the pear blossoms were covered with rain. On her slightly pale cheeks, blood was stained at some point, and the blood and tears blended together, like a crystal clear blood jade, which fell on the On Young Master Fu's wound, like a drop of water on the tip of a needle, it fell into the soil in the blink of an eye and melted instantly.

He always thought that his mother would never grow old, but a 30-year-old girl still looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. She was a complete beauty, and she was still as good-looking at this age.

But for some reason, at that moment, he felt that his mother was getting old.

While she was casting spells to save her elder brother, she couldn't control the tears, because of the fight just now, the bun at the sideburns had been messed up, and he saw a few strands of white hair in the hair hanging down.

He always thought that a person's aging should be slow, in the years and years, after a long time of experience, rain, snow, wind and frost, and then slowly grow old little by little.

It was only later that I learned that real aging is sudden and has nothing to do with age. It is not because of white hair and chicken skin, but because of some things, because of some people, from the bottom of their hearts, from their souls, they suddenly become old.

And at this moment, mother, she is really old.

What was he doing at that time, he didn't cry, he picked up his mother's sword, father and Ji Lian were lying on the ground covered with wounds, the two were fighting with all their might, father didn't want him to escape, Ji Lian Curtains are for life.

But right now, the two of them are fighting to the death, father can't make a move, and mother is devoted to saving elder brother, at this moment only he has the chance to kill Ji Lian.

At the age of ten, like half an adult, he walked up to Ji Lian. Ji Lian was seriously injured, his whole body was weak, and there was no way to avoid it. He only heard a sound of "呵", and the long sword had already sunk into Ji Lian's chest.

Ji Lian's eyes were red, and she reprimanded softly and feebly: "I want you to die!"

This scolding took all the strength of his whole body, only to hear, with a sound of "dong", Ji Lian's half-lying body by the wall suddenly fell down.

But he still didn't want to let these people go, he raised his hand tremblingly, put his two fingers on his mouth, closed his eyes, and didn't know what he was doing in a low voice, as if he was reciting a formula.

Young Master Huai suddenly felt a wave of hot air pouring into his body, the blood in his whole body seemed to have been scalded, but soon, an unknown force surged into the blood.

This force seemed to be tearing at his limbs, and he saw blood slowly gushing out from Ji Lian's throat, and the blood gradually gathered in mid-air to form a big blood cell.

Before Young Master Huai came back to his senses, the blood cell seemed to break through Young Master Huai's body, merged with the blood in every part of his body in an instant, and then flowed together.

Gong Zihuai saw Ji Lian laughing, his body was covered with wounds, he laughed loudly, his body trembled, his chest, which was still bleeding all the time, now looked like it had dried up.

Ji Lian still laughed loudly, "Because of my blood curse, what will you do in the days to come, hahaha..."

Then he looked at Gongzichen again, with a crazy look on his face, and said, "I didn't lose, I didn't lose, I was alone, and in exchange for a few of your lives, you lost, hahaha..."

Just as he was smiling, his body quickly withered, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a mummy.

On the seventh day of October in the seventh year of Wuhai, at night, at the second quarter of the ugly hour, he lost his father and brother.

Mother took him out of Mingzhao Ancient Tomb, the night was quiet, he was also quiet, mother was even quieter, she carried father on her back, and walked step by step in the loess plain.

The moonlight stretched their shadows into the bare loess plain, like an old wolf that lost its hoof, walking slowly between the sky and the earth, lonely and desolate.

The mother's expression was in a trance, her temple hair was messed up, she didn't speak, and she stopped crying, probably because the tears had dried up.

When he arrived at the son's mansion, the servants outside the mansion sent a letter, and he knew that his grandfather in his 80s could run so fast. He was wearing an inner jacket and a thin shirt on the outside, trembling, ignoring everyone's support , ran with heavy steps.

Seeing Gong Zichen and Gong Zifu on the ground, he was very sad, hugged Gong Zichen and cried loudly, the servant beside him was worried that he would break his body from crying, so he came over with a bowl of broad beans and said in a low voice, "Grandpa, eat some broad beans. "

His grandfather had a strange temperament, and when he was in great sorrow, joy and anger, he would have to eat broad beans, but at this time he did not move, he just stroked his chest and couldn't help himself in grief.

The boy hurriedly picked up a few broad beans and stuffed them into his mouth. His grandfather knocked out his teeth after biting them. It turned out that his grandfather was too old to eat broad beans anymore.

Gong Zihuai remembered so many things, but he only forgot how he went back to the house that day. The front yard was brightly lit, and everyone was crying with his grandfather. Okay door.

The moonlight leaked in from the carved window. He sat by the bed and saw the shadow of the osmanthus under his feet, which looked very good in the moonlight. He finally couldn't help it, lowered his head, and cried out with a "heh".

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