Chapter 49 The governor does not show his power (Part 1)

Author: Yue Izumo

Chapter 49 The governor does not show his power (Part 1)

There is a kind of hatred, the hatred of genocide.

Even though several years have passed, it is still deeply ingrained. Thinking back on the midnight dream makes people miserable.

The year the Jiang family was exterminated, Jiang Huajiao was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Since then, she buried her sorrow deep in her heart and traveled throughout the Jin Dynasty in order to subjugate demons and find the man in black robe who drove the snake.

She thought she had developed a strong heart and strong bones, but unexpectedly, the tragic situation of that day reappeared again, and she still collapsed.

She looked at the mountain of corpses in front of her, and her heart felt as if someone had stabbed her with a knife, causing a sharp pain in her chest. She reached out to cover her mouth, and the surging blood and blood surged up, and her palms felt wet and hot, and she trembled.

Then he stretched out his hand and saw that it was covered in blood, dripping down.

When she fell off the Ear Mouse's back, her bun had fallen apart, and her black hair fell down. The strong wind blew from behind, and the messy hair covered her eyebrows and eyes, and a few crystal tears ran through her hair.

The gap slipped from the side of the cheek.

Qianjie circled and flew over Huajiao's head. He, who was always noisy, was unusually silent at the moment.

Yu Taiqing looked at the corner of the painting calmly, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve, and slowly wiped the blood in her palm. He noticed that her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes.

Everyone was frightened by the mountain of corpses. They were ordinary people who did their duty. They had never seen such a tragic and hell-like situation in their dreams. No one dared to step forward for a while.

Yu Taiqing glanced at the mountain of corpses with broken arms and body parts, and closed his eyes slightly. He held Huajiao's hand until her hand stopped shaking, and then he slowly stood up.

The sunlight illuminated half of his face, reflecting the gloomy look in his lacquered eyes. He walked slowly to Zhou Ling and ordered in a low voice: "I have something to leave for a while, you stay to protect everyone."

Zhou Ling was startled, grabbed Yu Taiqing's sleeve, and asked: "Yu Dujian, you have no magic power, where are you going alone? What are you doing?"

Yu Taiqing's eyes flashed slightly, and he said lightly: "Don't worry, I'm just walking around and I'll be back later."

"I...I'm just afraid that I can't protect everyone."

Although Yu Taiqing said he didn't know magic, he had always been Zhou Ling's backbone. He suddenly said he was leaving, and Zhou Ling felt lost.

"It's okay, it's only for a while." Yu Taiqing patted Zhou Ling's shoulder, glanced sideways at the corner of the painting, and walked into the distance step by step. The snow-colored robe dragged across the yellow sand, leaving two sets of footprints.

Zhou Ling watched his figure walking further and further away, feeling a little uneasy.

At this time, a strong wind blew up, raising dust all over the sky. Zhou Ling closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the footprints on the sand had been smoothed by the wind.

Zhou Ling looked around anxiously. Yu Taiqing could no longer be seen in the vast sea of ​​sand.

"Where is the person?" Zhou Ling asked, "Why did the person disappear all of a sudden?"

Lao Yang said in horror: "Is it no longer the same nightmare as us? Otherwise, how could it suddenly disappear?"

Quale said: "It is better for us not to separate, or to die together."

No one wanted to go into another dream alone, even if that dream was not a nightmare. They involuntarily moved closer to Zhou Ling. Now that Hua Jiao was in despair and Yu Taiqing was missing, only Zhou Ling could rely on.

But Zhou Ling was so anxious that he rushed to the corner of the painting: "Are you okay? Yu...Yu Dujian...is missing."

Huajiao finally calmed down the huge grief in her heart. She rubbed her sore eyes and put her black hair into a bun on her head. When she heard Zhou Ling's words, she was startled, and broken waves flashed in her bright eyes.

"What did you say?" She suspected that she had heard wrongly.

She stood up quickly and glanced across the crowd, but Yu Taiqing was nowhere to be seen: "Where did he go?"

Zhou Ling was so anxious that his voice was filled with tears: "Yu Dujian said he would go for a walk and would be back soon, so I had no choice but to follow him, but a gust of wind and sand came, and he suddenly disappeared."

Huajiao said anxiously: "Don't you know he doesn't know magic? Why did you let him go alone? What if he falls into another nightmare alone?"

Zhou Ling lowered his head, feeling extremely regretful.

Huajiao remembered that he said this was a nightmare, and the end of the nightmare would still be a nightmare.

What if his nightmare was floods, robberies, and fires? With his own strength, wouldn’t his life be in danger?

Huajiao felt panicked.

At this time, the light and shadow flowed, and a large peach forest stretching for hundreds of miles appeared in front of us.

Although the peach blossoms were in full bloom, they did not bloom on a spring-filled March day, but in a world of ice and snow.

The north wind blows, and the peach blossoms in the peach forest fall like rain. The flying petals swirl and dance with the wind, like a peach blossom rain.

Huajiao felt happy, this must be Yu Taiqing's dream.

Maybe, he is in the peach forest at this time.

She ran into the forest. Because she ran too fast, the cold air rushed into her mouth, and her throat hurt like a sharp knife.

"Yu Taiqing..." Huajiao shouted.

No one answered.

There is no one in the woods, no one in the mountains.

The north wind blows, and peach blossoms mixed with snowflakes blow towards my face.

But in an instant, the peach blossoms in the entire forest fell cleanly, and the vast snowy field stretched endlessly, seemingly endlessly.

Empty and desolate.

So lonely, so lonely.

Huajiao pursed her lips and shouted, Qianjie flew over. She climbed onto the back of the eared rat and was about to take off.

At this moment, wherever I was, the scene suddenly changed rapidly.

Snowy mountains, sea, heavy rain, wild sand... every scene passed by in a flash, because it was too fast and had no impact on them.

Suddenly, the scene was fixed in a flower pavilion, where a group of luxuriously dressed girls sat around a long table, either reciting poems, playing the piano, or painting...

One of them is Cui Lanshu.

In the dream, she was not wearing a veil, so she could be seen at a glance.

But at this moment, she no longer cared whether Yu Taiqing recognized this face.

She shouted at the top of her lungs: "Yu Taiqing... Yu Dujian... where are you?"

Her voice spread everywhere in the wind, and finally dissipated in the ubiquitous wind.

She was a little desperate.

At this time, a gentle and clear voice came: "I'm here."

The voice was so close, as if it was in her ears.

Huajiao suddenly turned around and felt her lips touched something, but there was nothing in front of her.

At this time, the sky seemed to be shattered by something, with intertwined cracks appearing one after another, rippling like water waves, and instantly turned into scattered fragments, which disappeared without a trace when the wind blew.

In front of me is still the dilapidated Linyin Temple.

It's no longer a dream, but a real mountain.

It's just that it's early morning now, and the sea of ​​clouds is billowing in the eastern sky. A red sun is hidden in the clouds, dyeing the surrounding clouds into brilliant colors.

In front of the painting corner, there is a person standing, it is Yu Taiqing.
Chapter completed!