Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality

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The next day, the scorching sun suddenly slipped over the human retina. At that time, Hong Er’s grandfather was squatting, trying to make a delicate balance in telling the secret and keeping the lives of Taocun people, and then saw Xiaoqing on the wall. fox.

The fox has a green color and is a nine-tailed king. The seven-and-eighty-eight-year-old Hong Er’s grandfather did not know that his memory was so good. This was originally when he was a child, an old man from Tao Village said.

Painted a lifetime of fox, the trait of the paint Hong Er is very familiar, but he never thought that he would see the blue fox in his lifetime. I have previously suspected that in this world, is there really a fox-colored king?

Hong Er’s grandfather’s hand trembled, Asada’s cherry blossoms looked down at him, a small green fox, standing on the mud wall where Hong Er’s grandfather’s house was not too tall, the earthy mud wall, the skylight was blue on its head. Gao Yuan, behind it is the distant mountains of the emerald green, so green, from far and near, like the Chinese ink paintings that the Japanese like very much... but these colors are not comparable to the transparent green, the sun is sprinkled Filled with it, this blue, so transparent, pure, fur like a good satin, eyes can communicate directly with people.

Asada Sakurako has a tight breath. She has never seen such a beautiful fox, and it is also a coincidence of the legendary Qingqiu king. It is a coincidence that it appears in Taocun.

Xiaoqinghu is slightly decapitated and looks indifferent. The little fox at this moment has no pitiful appearance when Lin Luoran saw it in the underground world. It is also different from Lin Jiashi’s naughty cute pipa. It looks cold and noble, Asada Sakurako Such a human race, in its eyes, is the same grass on the ground, a piece of mud under the feet, not to trample, but it will never look more.

The fox appeared strange, and the three Japanese men who stayed in the yard took out the samurai sword.

"Retreat!" Asada Sakura suppressed the joy in his heart.

"Mr. Hong Lao, it seems that you are no longer needed." Asada Sakurako rushed to him for a long while, this is the green fox, which is the deliberately stupid Chinese old man, "no need for you", said Very polite, in fact, it is a murderous machine, leading to the green fox, naturally no longer need this old man who is dying.

Just then, the green fox suddenly smiled and jumped off the wall.

Asada Sakurako, "Chasing!"

"These villagers...?" One of the men was careful, and the priority of the matter flashed in the heart of Asada Sakura. These villagers were afraid of killing. The death of so many people in a village, the Chinese government must pay attention, and she met again in Zhuhai. The first woman to go through the summer of China, if the Chinese practice circle has been tracing, she is not exposed to the search for Qingqiu. The news leaked and passed back to the Asada owner...

"It's important to do things, these people, forget it."

Asada Sakurako first jumped out of the wall, and the three men caught up. The four of them were all the loyalists of Asada, who had never seen her like this.

Of course, I don’t know that Asada’s Sakurako is reminded of Lin Luoran’s warning. Yamamoto’s Yamamoto has also followed up, and they chased away in the direction of the little green fox.

The people in Taocun wake up in the nap and escape the most intense hours of the sun. From time to time, someone opens the door and starts to work. The pottery, the bamboo raft, the mountain to find the mountain, the grass on the slope, the sheep and cattle, busy and quiet.

These mountain people do not know that they have already broken free from a life and death catastrophe. Poverty makes them ragged and dark, but many people's eyebrows are not intriguing in the city, and they are quiet and peaceful.

For Hong Er’s grandfather, he turned around from the ghost gate and suddenly remembered that there was still a dead body in the front yard.

Killing people, no matter which dynasty they are, is a felony.

Hong Er’s grandfather struggled and saw Xiao Hongbin, who was next door, standing in the yard. Although he was young, he was not as confused as a normal child.

"Too grandfather, what should I do?" Hong Bin kicked the kicker translation, no response.

Hong Ertai took him: "Don't kick, he is dead... have you seen it?"

Hong Bin was a little embarrassed and nodded with a blank face. Hong Er’s grandfather thought he was afraid. In fact, Hong Bin regretted coveting candy and money. He was not a spy, and he could not meet this.

A dead person in the yard... One is an old man, one child, what should two people do?

"Going to the mountains to find the police?" After two years of study, there was something to find the police uncle Hong Bin still know.

Hong Er’s grandfather shook his head and told the police that a Japanese came to Taocun to ask the whereabouts of “Qingqiu”. Although this is a fact, but what can the police believe in such a myth?

Taocun, whose news was blocked, did not know the outside world at this time. Even the true self-cultivators are no longer secrets. The ordinary people have various myths that have been circulating in China for many years, and there are also seven or eight letters in their hearts.

When the old and the young are considering each other's strategies, the door of the small courtyard is gently pushed open.

“Here is Hong Er’s grandfather’s house?”

A fifteen or six year old boy is very polite. Carrying a big mountaineering bag, it is a teenager in the city.

Hong Bin certainly knows him: "How come you?... This person is not killed by us."

Lin Luodong nodded: "Of course we are dealing with this matter."

Huang Weijian’s expression of a close-knit face was crowded in: “There are so many words.”

Hong Er’s grandfather looked at the two uninvited teenagers in the city, his eyes were unclear, and he fell on Lin Luoran who came in later.

It’s really a little girl, it’s better than the old lady, but it’s just a golden eagle on her shoulder. Although it’s prestige, it’s inevitable.

"Hong Lao? I think, we are afraid to talk about Qingqiu." The wind in the afternoon blew the bamboo leaves slightly, the screaming sound, and Lin Luoran's voice intertwined, difficult to distinguish each other, but surprisingly The ground can calm people down from things like murder.

Hong Er’s uncle did not speak. Hong Bin whispered: “The little green fox was raised by her.”

Hong Er’s face was finally unable to stand up. Lin Luoran smiled at the old man and ordered a little gold on his shoulder. He whispered: “You go with the little fox... If they are threatening to the little fox, don’t wait for me to come. Are those people giving you a dim sum? Otherwise, you should not show up..."

Xiaojin leaned his head and called twice. Lin Luoran was in a dilemma. "Where did you say that the little fox went? I don't know, hey, go follow it."

Xiaojin did a few days of spies, and even the rice did not eat it. Lin Luoran took out a medicinal herb, Xiaojin ate, and fluttered away.

Hong Er’s grandfather stared at Xiao Jin, and in a blink of an eye he became a little black spot and disappeared into the horizon.

He lived seven or eighty years old and had never seen such a psychic eagle. No, this is not an eagle.

Lin Luoran glanced at the Sun's translation on the ground, his face was dark, and there was no possibility of surviving. He was poisoned. I thought that there would be any difference in Asada Sakurako. It was originally no different from some island people. It was a stingy act, and it was poisoned as a practitioner. There was no ups and downs.

Such a person has a strong heart, and the mind has always fallen to the lower level. To be a bad person is also to talk about the level, not to follow the right path, but also to learn to be awkward.

Lin Luodong is quite big. To see the body of Sun’s translation, Lin Luoran grabbed his eyes. “Children can’t control these.”

Huang Weijian is proud of himself. Isn’t he a child in the eyes of his sister Lin’s sister? However, Lin Luoran rushed him and Lin Luodong out, and together with Hong Bin, told them that the three of them were checking. Did the Japanese take advantage of these days in the village to do something wrong with the water? child.

Hong Er’s grandfather still said nothing, and Lin Luoran thought: “It’s still a matter of solving this corpse first, and making our conversation easier.”

Solving a corpse in the daytime, the little girl now speaks so much in tone?

Lin Luoran’s fingertips ignited a fire, and a fire group of the size of an orange fell on the body of Sun’s translation and spread to the whole body. It wasn't a raging fire, but when I saw the body shrinking and turning into ashes in just a few minutes, Hong Er’s grandfather knew that the flame was definitely not as ordinary.

As for why the fingertips of the people will catch fire, Hong Er’s grandfather also thought that he was not surprised at his potential.

Lin Luoran gesture changed, a small tornado rolled up, the beach ashes were rolled up by the wind and flew deep into the mountains.

Hong Er’s grandfather reveals a solitary front door: “That green... is it yours?” He originally wanted to say the green fox, and he felt that there was no respect for the title, and the ambiguity was said.

Lin Luoran clap his hands. "It may be strange to say this. If I said that it was a white fox that was entrusted to me for care, would Hong Laotai believe?"

Hong Er’s grandfather’s face is loose, so it’s true. The royal family is so proud, how to recognize a little girl.

"Have you heard that a flower, open to thank you, and can achieve the mortal wish?" Hong Er Taiye mysterious smile.

Lin Luoran looked at the color jar that Asada Sakurako forgot to take away, and it was a pity that the dried mushrooms were sprinkled on the ground. She smashed the jar and marveled at the vividness of the painting, especially the green fox's back, so that she could foresee the appearance of the little fox when she grew up.

"What do you mean by this flower?" Colorful and beautiful, really good-looking, just a flower can realize the wishes of the people. Are they hard-working and not able to do whatever they want, is it a joke?

Her face is full of unbelief, Hong Er’s grandfather’s decapitation:

"But some people, including my ancestors... they just believe, you are not surprised?"

Lin Luoran moved a stool to sit down for Hong Er’s grandfather, and found another place. The two went to the sun in the yard to chat.

Hong Er’s grandfather slowly told the story of how many generations he did not know. Lin Luoran listened carefully and shook his head or nodded from time to time.

Hong Er’s grandfather thinks that this little girl is deep and deep, but it is clarified, smart but not bad, it makes people feel reliable, the heart is quiet, and many memories are coming back.

Lin Luoran took the painted pottery with a hand and did not hit the finger. The secret about Qingqiu was painted a little bit this afternoon.