The Devil is My White Moonlight

The so-called "sending the king ship" is a custom in coastal areas. It is said that a local magistrate met an envoy from the heaven one night and threw plague medicine into the well, and wanted to poison the people who did bad things as punishment.For his own people, he tricked the heavenly messengers to get the poison, swallowed it himself and died.In order to thank him, the local people regarded him as king.

After that, every three years, a ceremony of "sending the king ship" will be held.After divination determined the time, white paper was used to imitate the ship.Although it is made of paper, it is also very realistic and complicated.In addition to masts and sails, there are various cabins, halls and other buildings on the ship. The hull is painted with dragon and phoenix patterns, and paper soldiers are placed on the deck.

On the day of divination, people send the boat into the water, let the boat drift along the water or burn it, to express that they will send away the plague and pray for blessings for the coming year.

As for the blood sacrifice, it was a custom a long time ago, and it was mostly done to strengthen the effect of blessing when the plague really broke out.Unexpectedly, on the edge of this beautiful mountain and sea city, there are people who want to restore such a cruel custom.

The guests at the back table finished eating the wontons, discussed going to Huajie, and walked away with their shoulders linked.

Mu Xiyun glanced at Gu Qingqiao, where a storm was brewing, and lightly touched his hand, "Let's go."

The three got up, Qin Le rushed to pay the bill, and the three slowly returned to the inn along the original road.

Back at the inn, Gu Qingqiao had recovered his calm, he asked the young man to bring hot water to the three of them, and they went back to their rooms to wash and rest.

The night gradually quieted down, and there were waves of waves in the distance.

A figure flashed in a guest room of Tinghai Inn, and a figure jumped out of the window, and after a few ups and downs, he came to the outside of the inn courtyard. The man came with black hair and black clothes, and only tied up his long hair with a silver ribbon. Ancient Green Bridge.

In the evening, when he heard that the villagers were going to sacrifice with the blood of a half-blood child from the Demon Race, he felt chills in his heart.Human beings fear the demons, and even loathe and hate the hybrids with the blood of the demons.Demon race mixed blood has no status in the Central Plains. In the world of ordinary people, they will be expelled and enslaved.

But you can't choose your birth, so what's wrong with a child?Not to mention that the free union of humans and demons is not a sin at all, even if one or both parties are guilty, it should not be borne by the children.

Gu Qingqiao was burning with rage, he darted under his feet, he reached the intersection in a short while, but stopped suddenly.A figure leaned against the wall at the intersection.Gu Qingqiao instinctively became alert, and looked up at the man.The person who came was dressed in black, and the thin material wrapped his vigorous body. He leaned on the wall with one leg straight and the other slightly bent, which made his waist slim and long.Although his face was covered with a cloth scarf, his eyes were shining brightly, as if filled with thousands of stars, with a faint smile on his face.

"Ah Yun..."

"To Xiaoshi Village? Let's go!"

Mu Xiyun didn't often wear black, but tonight's black clothes gave him a charm that was rarely seen in normal times.

Gu Qingqiao's eyes were a little hot, looking at the figure chasing the clouds and the moon in front of him, all the anger in his heart disappeared without a trace.

Xiaoshi Village is located in the southeast of Shanhai City. It is a fishing village with more than a hundred households. Most of the villagers live by fishing.On the beach beside the village, there is a large boat parked.The paper-pasted hull is white all over, and it is no different from a real ship in size.Several villagers walked back and forth to inspect.

Not far from the big ship, a woman's cry could be heard faintly.

"Please, let Feng'er go, he's still a child!" A young woman knelt in front of two fishermen, pleading nonstop.

"What a child, that's an evil demon!" One of the fishermen held a harpoon and shouted angrily: "Since this child was born, our village has suffered a lot of disasters. In the past two or three years, several families have been hit by storms. There are also several young adults who died of illness. That bastard is a curse!"

The other person said in a strange way: "Miss Hao, don't everyone look down on you in the village? There are so many young people in our village who proposed marriage to your family, but you refused, but you chose a devil to be your husband. Now he Leave you alone, why are you still raising his child!"

"No, it's not like this..." The woman muttered to defend herself, then kowtowed again: "I beg you, please let my child go!"

The two fishermen got impatient, kicked the woman away, and threatened: "Tomorrow will be the "King Ship" of our village. For this festival, the whole village has worked hard for a year, and tomorrow will be the boat." Put your demon seed on the boat and send it away together! Get out of here quickly, or I will ask the village chief to drive your family out!"

After speaking, he called two people and took the woman back to the village.

Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao quietly circled behind the paper boat. There was an iron cage on the ground, and a two or three-year-old child was curled up in the cage.The child had red hair, and there were still tear stains on his small face. Although his eyes were closed, the small brows were tightly knit, and he turned restlessly in his sleep.

A familiar pain hit, Gu Qingqiao closed his eyes.

Yellow sand, Gobi, iron cage.Several children sat leaning against each other in the cage, and the rough wind and sand blew over their pale faces, chapped lips, and bloody wounds on their bodies.

The businessman with a big belly in the Western Regions laughed loudly, pointed at the children in the cage and said loudly: "Come and see, they are all bastards with devil blood. They are strong and strong. Take them home to feed them and dispose of them as they please."

A haggard and naked hand grabbed the chin of the nine-year-old boy, inspecting him like an animal. The hooded man nodded and showed a bloody smile.

"Gu Qingqiao, Qingqiao, brother Gu!" An anxious voice came from his ears.

Gu Qingqiao's eyes were straightened, his whole body shivered, his upper and lower teeth were chattering, and his whole body was stiff.

He had an intuition that he should wake up, but he couldn't get back to his senses.

A burst of warm spiritual power came from his heart, allowing him to control it a little bit.Gu Qingqiao bit the tip of his tongue, the smell of blood filled his mouth, the pain stimulated his mind, and he slowly woke up.

He turned his stiff neck, only to realize that he had been taken to a row of empty houses at the back of the village. Mu Xiyun held his shoulder with one hand and pressed his chest with the other, delivering spiritual power to him.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Holding Mu Xiyun's hand weakly, not letting him waste any more spiritual power, Gu Qingqiao let out a long breath, and leaned his head on Mu Xiyun's shoulder slumpedly.

Mu Xiyun's body tensed for a while, and Gu Qingqiao whispered weakly beside her ear: "Let me lean on you, just for a while."

Mu Xiyun nodded, stretched out her hand hesitantly, and patted Gu Qingqiao on the back twice.

After a while, Gu Qingqiao stood up straight, his eyes, which were deeper than those of the Central Plains people, were still closed, and he opened them only after he stabilized.

Mu Xiyun was relieved to see his eyes brighten up, but suddenly saw a little dazed look in those eyes.Fearing that he was going to get sick again, Mu Xiyun hurriedly grabbed the pulse gate on his wrist and asked in a low voice, "Is there any discomfort?"

Gu Qingqiao thought for a moment, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he asked, "What did you call me just now?"

"Cough, cough...it's nothing." Mu Xiyun choked for a while, and threw away her hand as if she was burned, and asked falteringly, "What should we do now, save that child? "

"No, go back to the inn."

"Can't be saved?" Mu Xiyun was very surprised.

"No, we'll come back tomorrow night."

After a little thought, Mu Xiyun figured it out.

The fishermen of Xiaoshi Village had long believed that the child was the source of the disaster. If the child were rescued at this time, it would be impossible for the mother and child to survive here.Moreover, sending the king boat took a lot of effort from the fishermen. If the ceremony failed due to this incident, the fishermen in this village and even the people in Shanhai City would cause riots because they were worried that their prayers would fail and disasters would happen in the coming year.It is difficult to change the opinions of the people for a while, and maybe they will intensify the persecution of mixed-race people.If you want to save people, you have to wait for the king's boat to go under the sea, and then go quietly to save people.

After thinking clearly, the two quietly walked out of the empty room and returned to the inn.

There was silence in the inn, Gu Qingqiao sent Mu Xiyun back to the room, but stood at the door, hesitating.

"Come in and sit?" Mu Xiyun raised her eyebrows.

"Okay." Gu Qingqiao replied.As soon as he stepped into the room, he suddenly said as if he remembered something: "Wait for me for a while." After speaking, he hurried downstairs.

Mu Xiyun didn't know what was going on with him, so she had to sit down at the table and drink a cup of tea slowly.The moon has risen, shining a frost outside the window.

There was a light knock on the door hinge, and Gu Qingqiao pushed the door in, holding a tray in his hand.On the tray, there are two cups in a pot and a few side dishes.

"I went to the kitchen," Gu Qingqiao said with a smile, "Fortunately, there is wine."

Mu Xiyun looked at the delicate dishes and looked up at him: "You made it?"

"Yes, but the clinker is used in the kitchen. You ate half a bowl of wontons and a piece of cake at night. Are you hungry?"

Pulling Mu Xiyun to sit down, Gu Qingqiao poured wine and handed it to him, hesitating in his eyes, as if he had something to say, but didn't know how to speak, so he could only look at the wine glass in his hand, drank several glasses in a row, and remained silent Silent.

Mu Xiyun accompanied him to drink.

After a while, he spoke again, with a hoarse voice: "Ah Yun, what do you think of the demons? What do you think of the mixed-blood demons? Do you hate them too?"

Mu Xiyun took a sip of her wine and looked into his eyes quietly.

That's right, Moyun Mountain is a great sect of immortals, and it has strict requirements on its disciples.The first-time disciples spend half a year in the study of physical fitness.Some lecturers in the academy even made no secret of their disgust and dislike for the hybrid demons.The head disciple of Moyun Mountain back then, Mu Xiyun, who was famous all over the world for conquering demons and demons, had almost no suspense about what he thought of the demon race and demon species.

Gu Qingqiao's eyes dimmed, and he poured another glass of wine: "Forget it, pretend I didn't ask." He was about to drink it down again.

Mu Xiyun pressed his hand.

"In my previous life, I was the first disciple of Moyun Mountain. I eliminated demons 320 six times and killed demons 150 two times. Among them, human and devil mixed blood 37," Mu Xiyun said, her voice was as clear as the moonlight outside the window, "but these demons have all done harm to one party. Every case, every case is supported by witnesses, without any omission. Another 43 cases involving demons were false accusations or crimes that did not warrant death. Handed over to the teacher's supervision, there has never been any indiscriminate killing of innocent people."

Gu Qingqiao suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes became hot.

Mu Xiyun faced his gaze calmly: "So, in my eyes, there are no demons or mixed blood. You ask me how to deal with it..." He spoke in a low voice but very clearly, every word in Gu Qing's eyes. Qiao's heart exploded: "Regardless of background, just rely on your heart."