Mixed Miners

The middle-aged people seem to be very talkative. Perhaps it is hard to meet an outsider. When they work, they quickly say about Yang Ling’s origins.

After listening to it, Yang Ling was very impressed. He was indeed a big life. This peninsula is surrounded by the sea on three sides. I don’t know where it fell to the sea. It floated and floated to the vicinity of this fishing village, and then was uncle who was fishing at sea. The girl saved in front of her eyes.

As for how he fell into the sea, and where it fell, there was no impression at all.

"Thank you, Uncle, thank you Xiaoqing!" Yang Ling sincerely thanked the two people.

The girl is obviously not used to being so polite to a stranger. She silently went to the cane basket and did not dare to look up at Yang Ling. The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Aber, you are a fortune-telling, don’t even think too much. Many, listen to your accent is not a nearby person, and wait for the uncle to inquire about the way home after the body is raised!"

"Yes!" Yang Ling once again respectfully bowed, and then sat down on the beach to help the squid.

Time is rushing, and in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Although this is a poor fisherman, the so-called mountain eats the sea and eats the sea. Therefore, under the care of a fisherman, Yang Ling’s body gradually recovers. Every day, he follows the uncle to learn to sail and fish. When he is idle, he will sit on the beach and look endless. The sea, constantly thinking about the past, but unfortunately he wanted to break his head, and everything about himself was still blank.

In the past six months, Yang Ling has completely become a member of this family. As long as the weather is fine, Yang Ling goes fishing with the uncle every day, and then goes to Xiaoqing to go fishing in the town. The family has a strong labor force like Yang Ling. The life of the family has also become easier.

Xiaoqing and Yang Ling’s older brother became very familiar, just like a happy bird flying around him. In the morning, the rice **** and dried fish are packed and sent to the aunt and brother to go out. I went to the beach and looked forward to the return of the two. After dinner, I can chat and walk on the beach, but every time they walked around, she would find Yang Ling looking into the starry night sky and thinking about it. What is in the mysterious air is attracting him, and at this time, Xiaoqing will have an inexplicable pain in her heart. From the melancholy and dark eyes of her brother, she seems to see endless loneliness and vicissitudes.

"Boom~~"

In the quiet sea, a group of dark clouds came down, and a glare of thunder blew at the junction of the sea and sky. It looked very clear in the dark night, and the whistling wind wrapped in the waves, and the tide suddenly turned like a low tide. In the tumultuous sound, the heavens and the earth are constantly trembled.

"Brother, it's going to rain, go home!" Xiaoqing took a few steps and took Yang Ling's arm.

However, Yang Ling was staring at the electric light that had been blown up in the sky. It seemed to have fallen into deeper meditation. In the constant shoving of Xiaoqing, he suddenly returned to the gods. At this time, the wind was overwhelming, and the dark clouds and the tides were connected. A curtain wall of Tianlian land has moved from the sea, and the big rain in the whistling wind is slamming on the body, the skin is a little painful, and the trees on the beach are in the raging sea breeze. Going low, it will be destroyed at any time.

This night, the storm, the thunder and lightning are like a catastrophe, although this weather is commonplace for fishermen on the beach, but Xiaoqing has almost overnight

After a storm in the night, the sky was already lit up by the rain, and a golden sun rose from the sea. It suddenly became a day of sunshine and the world was drunk.

Xiaoqing's hair was too late to rush to the beach, and found that the beach after the tidal rains was messy. Many big trees were broken, and on the messy beach, Yang Ling was standing alone on the beach with one in his hand. The orange shell is in a daze.

"Brother ~ What do you do with this kind of shellfish?" Xiao Qing's nervous heart finally let go, a little curious on the little face.

"Beef fish...fishfish..."

Yang Ling stared at the shell in his hand and recited the name repeatedly, because when he looked at the shell, he suddenly seemed to feel what he was picking up. Now, listening to Xiaoqing, suddenly there is a flash of lightning in his mind, suddenly In the meantime, a trace of memory poured into my mind, and everything in front of me began to collapse like a glass. The heavens and the earth, the sea, the island and Xiaoqing all spread with the debris, and a gray mist of fog came from all directions.

Among the pieces of the "brother ~ ~" collapse, Xiao Qing screamed in horror.

After Yang Ling’s short-lived loss, he suddenly realized that he had reached out and grabbed it into a piece of debris that had collapsed, but he did not grasp anything. All the scenes turned into starlight and was completely swallowed by gray fog.

"小晴~"

Yang Ling is like a madman, screaming in the gray mist, trying to find Xiaoqing, but he can no longer find traces.

After a long time, Yang Ling finally stopped this kind of search without any meaning. Just a trace of memory, he finally remembered this girl named Xiao Qing, she seems to have been killed by her own hands.

But why did I kill her?

No, I have to find her again. Only when I find her, can I know who I am?

In the gray mist of the tumbling, Yang Ling began to look for it, and the hard work pays off. After a long time, he saw a door, a stone gate floating in the air. The stone gate is very old, with traces of quaint mottled, like endless. The years are generally ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and this stone door also gives Yang Ling a feeling of deja vu.

Perhaps, the door has the answer you want.

Yang Ling reached out and pushed the stone door, and there was a rush of anger. When he saw it, he stood on a street.

A few meters wide stone street, on both sides are the quaint inn's wine cellars and various shops. People come and go on the streets, all wearing old clothes, and the soldiers are taking the carts of the morning glory. Among them, the bustling scene of the bustling scene.

"What is this again?"

Yang Ling stood in the middle of the street with the same wooden pile. The people coming and going kept passing by him until he was stunned by a hawker.

"This brother, can you tell me where this is?" Yang Ling grabbed a passer-by.

The scholars were obviously impatient. They looked up and down the black man with a few eyes and said, "This is the middle of the city of Tuozhou, the little brother is still not awake?"

"Zhongtung Cangzhou? Yucheng?" Scholars are far away, Yang Ling is still stunned.

These places seem to have heard of it. After watching it for a long time, he slowly walked down the street and went aimlessly.

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