sword sentient beings

Chapter 11 Jing Zhongyue

As the night darkened, the tourists in the temple fell asleep.

Others toss and turn, having trouble falling asleep.

Tang Zhao would never admit that he was scared. He was so scared that he couldn't sleep after hearing a story. That's what children do. He would rather admit that he was "squeamish" and couldn't sleep in this poor place.

The dry grass in the ground is too thin, and you can vaguely feel the coldness of the ground while lying down, which makes people's backs ache.

Or maybe hungry.He hadn't had dinner after all.

In short, he was afraid, hungry and uncomfortable. He was obviously tired, but he couldn't sleep anyway.

Sitting up suddenly, Tang Zhao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

The temple was extremely quiet, Sui Feng and the thin and pitiful children slept soundly.

Feeling suffocated, he stood up from the haystack and walked to the door.

There is a big moon tonight, and the moonlight shines in through the window, like a veil covering the ground.Looking out of the window, the moonlight is like water, the courtyard is like a silver lake, and the dead trees and weeds are kelp in the water.

"Sparse shadows, slanting water, clear water..."

After reading a sentence, Tang Zhao went out and took a deep breath of the cold wind.

Late at night is the time to think wildly, not to mention that there is such a good moonlight.

Tang Zhao felt depressed. The shock from hearing the story was a trivial matter, and most of it came from worrying about the road ahead.

As he said before, reading is impossible, so what should I do in the future?

Or, he is twelve years old this year, he has no relatives, his family wealth is all gone, and he doesn't even have a foothold, so what is the future for him?

He does have plans and dreams, and then put aside those plausible words, all he has is himself under the moon and the shadow under his feet.

"There is no road ahead for He Chou, and the bright moon shines on the future."

Tang Zhao muttered to himself.

It's just the bright moon, now it is entangled with ghosts and disasters, it is still too busy to take care of itself, how can it take care of my future?

The wind picked up again.

Tang Zhao pulled his collar, took out a box from his bosom, and opened it.

Broken glasses.

This pair of glasses is probably the only one in the world. He has never seen this pair of glasses in good condition, because they were defective when he first saw them.

Although it was broken, it was the only memorial left by his elder.

He said to Tang Zhao before: "It stands to reason that it is my only thought in that world, and I should take it away. But you are my only thought in this world, and I still want to leave it to you. You keep Now, maybe in the future, we will point to it when we hang up?"

Before Tang Zhao put the glasses in front of his grave.But when I decided to leave my hometown, I took it back as a souvenir.

He took away with him a few small things that his parents gave him when they were there, which were also souvenirs left by his relatives.

Although I plan to pack lightly and leave, if I don't keep these things in the bottom of the box, isn't it too light?
Lighter than floating duckweed, somehow it has taken root on the ground.

When I look up at the bright moon, I can only touch the old treasures repeatedly to give myself a little courage.

"Give me strength, Mr. Chen!"

Following Mr. Chen's example, he put his glasses on his nose, took them off immediately, and pushed them to the top of his head.

Too broken, dizzy.

Shaking his head, Tang Zhao felt that he was staring at gold stars.

It really is Venus - with light!
what?
Tang Zhao looked intently, and saw a corner of Huangyuan glowing faintly, the color of the light was golden, completely different from the moonlight.

Like a dry well?
Dark night, barren garden, dry well...

I remember a story, a so what?Killed in the well, and then crawled out along the mouth of the well...

"Snapped--"

Tang Zhao gave himself a look: "I'm crazy, why scare myself?"

He was afraid of ghost stories since he was a child, and he couldn't help but want to hear them, and he couldn't help being curious. Such bad habits must be restrained, especially not to let others know.

It seems that Sui Feng already knew.

The weird thing was right in front of him, his legs and feet were trembling, but he couldn't help but want to see it.

Because in Mr. Chen's story encyclopedia, there are many more strange stories about opportunities than ghost stories.Tang Zhao has been immersed in sex for many years, so it is inevitable that he will be infected.

Unknowingly, he walked to the well and took a look inside.

So bright!

The bottom of the well turned out to be bright, it seemed to be water, it seemed to be light, and it seemed to be filled with a moon.

What's in there?

Tang Zhao couldn't help but bend down to see——

thump!
The sound of falling water.

Tang Zhao froze for a moment, then touched his head with his hand.

"My glasses! Ah—"

Zhenruo's glasses fell off, how could Tang Zhao remain calm, subconsciously reached out to grab them, and then...

He fell headfirst.

……

Whoa!

There was a sound of water, and Tang Zhao popped his head dripping wet.

The well wasn't shallow, the water wasn't deep, and the bottom was full of mud. Tang Zhao didn't get hurt when he fell down, but was extremely embarrassed.

When Tang Zhao sat up, the water only reached his knees. He could stand up if he wanted to, but his heart felt sore and his legs felt weak, so he couldn't stand up for a while.

The surrounding water is still sparkling, and it feels even more amazing to be in it.I thought that there was a light source at the bottom of the well, but I didn't think that the light penetrated into every drop of water, and the water itself was shining.

He raised his hand to wipe the water off his face, the water was cold.

Fortunately, it was just well water, and his nose was so sore, he thought he was crying.

It's okay now, it's just that I can't get out.

The water droplets thrown out fell into the water, making a soft sound.

The soft sound slowly changed into a loud sound.

Tang Zhao found out in horror that the surrounding water was moving.

With a vortex as the center, the entire well water is rotating, and the sound of the water is full of ear drums.

Immediately afterwards, right in front of him, a figure slowly emerged from the water.

As the figure rose higher and higher, Tang Zhao's mouth opened wider and wider——

In an instant, a woman with silver hair, golden eyes, green armor and a sword hanging from her waist floated quietly on the water.

Tang Zhao raised his head in astonishment, at a loss.

The woman's hair color and eye color are so strange, if she walks on the street, she must be regarded as a monster, but now she is floating on the water, stepping on the clear water waves, covered with a layer of smoky light, full of immortality. Qi and even divinity can only make people overwhelmed.

Suddenly, Tang Zhao thought of his own story in the temple——

Golden axe, silver axe.

The ax fell into the water, and a fairy rose up.

That fairy...probably has golden eyes, silver hair, green armor, and a sword...

"you……"

While Tang Zhao hesitated, she spoke first:

"Young man, did you drop the gold glasses or the silver glasses?"

She spread out her hands, each holding a pair of glasses, with one hand shining golden and the other shining silver.

Ridiculous!

As soon as the thought flashed by, it disappeared.

Even though the rationality in his heart judged that this matter was an absurd scam, he immediately sank into the facts in front of him.

No matter how weird and absurd, he really saw the fairy he made up.

seeing is believing.

He couldn't help but believe it.

"I……"

For some reason, he almost cried again, wiped the water off his face with his hands, and sincerely begged:

"I just want my glasses, please...please give me back."

"You are indeed an honest person." She closed her hands, and when she opened them again, the gold and silver were gone, only a pair of ordinary glasses, and she naturally reached out her hand to put them on for Tang Zhao.

Then, she smiled and said, "I returned the glasses to you, then, see you next time."

As she spoke, her figure gradually faded and disappeared.

The light also went out.

All the light, the light in the water, gradually faded away.

The water has become ordinary water, and the well is also an ordinary well.

Night is an ordinary night.

Tang Zhao was left alone in the cold water of the abandoned well in the dark.

(End of this chapter)