Dijun's black moonlight is back

Ling Yu has to admit that this kid's expressive and thinking skills are good.

It seems that he should be no more than five or six years old. Many mortal children cannot speak clearly at this time.

Seeing that she neither denied nor admitted, the child continued to ask: "Do you have a rule not to talk to ordinary people like me?"

Although there is no such rule, Lingyu still nodded: "Yes, but I can talk to you."

"Because I'm looking for something," Lingyu said, "Have you seen it?"

Ling Yu raised her hand and conjured up a painting floating in the air. It was the bones of a prisoner ox that she had seen many years ago. She didn't know if it was still like this now.

The child shook his head as expected. The confusion in his eyes was not fake.

Ling Yu gave up and decided to go find it on his own.

Just as she was about to leave, the child seemed to be inspired again: "Is it a very precious thing?"

"If it is," the child mused, "it should be in our family's treasure house."

Ling Yu was asking him where the treasure house was, when a middle-aged woman hurriedly ran up to the child.

She knelt down in front of him with a frown, looking around to see if he was injured. Fortunately, he had just fallen and there was only a little dust on his clothes.

The woman's worried heart was relieved, and she breathed a sigh of relief: "Master, have you forgotten your wife's advice? No matter where you go, you need someone by your side."

The child looked at the nanny's anxious face, and then looked sideways at Ling Yu who was standing aside.

He could confirm that the wet nurse could not see Ling Yu.

"What are you looking at, young master?" the woman asked, "but are you dissatisfied with what I said to you?"

She thought the child tilted his head to the side because he was refusing to listen to her teachings.

"Nurse, I don't mean that," replied the child.

He moved his gaze back to the woman's anxious face.

He was thinking over and over in his little head whether to tell Lingyu the location of the treasure house.

What she was looking for did not seem to be of great value, and he was not sure whether to say or not.

Since his birth, his parents have always been worried about his safety and would never leave him alone no matter what he did.

Even if it's something like sleeping out of Gong.

He inadvertently had a private discussion among the servants at home, and then vaguely understood the whole story.

When the Du family's eldest wife was pregnant with him, a very famous fortune teller traveled to Jichuan City and made a fortune teller for the Du family because of a meal.

The hexagram shows that although the eldest son of the Du family has the talents of heaven and man, he will die in exile due to man-made disasters.

Mrs. Du asked ten thousand gold for a way to break the situation, but the fortune teller didn't take any money, and left Jichuan City on the second day.

Later, the head of the Du family, Du Wenqing, his father, named him Du Shi'an.

Peace in the world, peace in the world.

They gave him a longevity lock and a longevity jade belt, hoping that he could live peacefully.

Now the biggest change in his life is standing in front of him, but the people who are on guard day and night are completely unaware of it.

Du Shian thought for a long time, and finally let his nanny lead him away without telling him the location of Lingyu's treasure house.

She thought it was normal. No matter how prodigal a child was, he would not casually tell strangers where his belongings were stored.

Moreover, Ling Yu had an intuition that the prisoner cow bones were not in the treasure house.

The entire Jichuan City gives people an indescribable sense of weirdness, with the people missing for no apparent reason on the streets, the young master carefully cared for by the city lord's palace, and the Miss Du family who is very kind outside the city.

Ling Yu walked around the mansion several times, carefully looking at any dog ​​she passed by, and finally decided to leave after confirming that there were no clues.Coincidentally, as she was walking to the gate, she bumped into Miss Du's family who was returning home.

She got off the carriage, and Xingzhao held her arm. Anyone who looked at her would say "gods and wives."

Lingyu didn't comment much, just walked down the steps and passed by Yanzhi.

A gust of wind mixed with the aroma of sandalwood penetrated into Xuan Ji's nostrils, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the empty street in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

He stretched out his hand in a daze towards the front, and Lingyu's hair slipped through his fingers, flowing like a cloud through the mountain gap.

Unfortunately he couldn't see it and thought it was a gust of wind.

Later, he kept a sword and a feather in the ice and snow for thousands of years.

At the moment of enlightenment and spiritual transformation, he only belatedly realized that the depth of fate was determined, and he had missed her more than once or twice.

From the beginning to the end, she never looked back for him.

Miss Du's family pulled his sleeve and looked at the same place with him: "What is Xiao Lang looking at?"

Ling Yu's footsteps paused, what is it?Xiao Lang?

The hairs on her arms suddenly stood up. She was disgusting. It was so disgusting.

Yanzhao covered the back of her hand and protected her as she walked towards the city lord's mansion: "It seems like a mouse ran over."

Ling Yu didn't bother to care about whether he was a mouse or not, and she appeared in Huangsha Ridge on the northwest side of Jichuan City in a flash.

Song Qinglin and his mother took this road, passing through this desert with neither water nor vegetation, and it took a long time to reach the boundary of Qingcheng Mountain.

In fact, she still doesn't know why she came here, and why she wanted to see Song Qinglin's hometown.

But if she is really willing to face her heart, she will find that there is Wenjing Zen under the moonlight.

He was supporting a dirty beggar, his eyes were as pitiful as a god descending to earth.

The little beggar only stared at Ling Yu who had food, and didn't even glance at the people around him. Only she could see his expression.

Ling Yu saw many refugees in ragged clothes in the yellow sand all over the sky. Their extreme hunger and thirst made them look like walking dead.

She suddenly remembered that Wen Jingchan said that day that his ascension was a disaster.

The scene in front of me may be called a disaster.

It describes a haggard mother holding her baby who had been dead for many days, sitting on her knees under a dead tree.

On the top of the hill not far away, a flock of crows was squatting.

Lingyu saw fireworks floating out from behind a big rock. She followed the direction and found several people cooking meat in a broken copper pot.

A ten-year-old girl was holding a chipped earthenware bowl, and she would retch for a while after taking a sip of soup, but she was still reluctant to spit out what she ate.

There was some blood on her face, and her eyeballs, which were already protruding from hunger, were even more bloodshot.

Ling Yu changed herself into tattered clothes, picked up a wooden stick and walked towards them.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked into the sight of these people, a stone was thrown at her feet.

They guarded the copper pot behind them, their postures and expressions alert and threatening.

"Get out!" A shirtless strong man yelled at her.

Lingyu pointed to the sun above his head: "I just hide for a while and don't eat."

The group of people looked at her carefully and talked in low voices for a while. They felt that although she was skinny, she did not look like she had been hungry for a long time. Then they put away their posture and returned to the fire to look at the food in the pot.