Intoxicated by the Cowherd by the River

Chapter 869: Intoxicated by the Cowherd by the River

When Long Qilin heard this, he was shocked, but the voice seemed familiar.

Even so, he did not dare to be negligent. He immediately shook his body and transformed into a strong young man with a unicorn head and a human body. However, he changed so quickly that he forgot that Qin Mu was still on his back.

Qin Mu fell down dancing with joy. Long Qilin quickly picked him up, put him on his shoulder, and looked cautiously into the moonlight.

Today is the seventh day of the first lunar month. When the moon formation reaches the seventh day, it becomes a big crescent, and the rest of the formation is blocked by shadows.

The formation is very large and vast, covering hundreds of miles. The part blocked in the shadow has not actually disappeared. The formation is still operating, but it is blocked.

This formation is like a moon palace, with a palace in the moon. The scenery is beautiful and pleasant.

"The one who controls the moon in the celestial map must be a beautiful woman."

Long Qilin poked his head out from the shadows, and saw that the damaged area caused the moonlight from the moon to flow down like water.

There is a woman sitting on the tip of the crescent moon in the moon, looking over here and blinking her eyes.

"Is it her?"

Long Qilin was slightly startled. Qin Mu on his shoulder was like a broken puppet. His limbs slid down from his shoulders weakly and his head was tilted.

Long Qilin quickly supported Qin Mu. The woman on the crescent moon came over and asked in surprise, "What happened to him?"

"The leader is injured."

Long Qilin said to the woman, "The injury is serious, but it shouldn't be a big problem. Leader, wake up!"

He shook Qin Mu's head, which was shaken like a rattle. He then opened his eyes and looked at the woman hazily. He saw a familiar face, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Why are you here?" he muttered, and fell into a dream again.

"You see, it's not a big problem!" Long Qilin said confidently.

The woman was very worried, so she sent him to the Moon Palace and said, "I just cleaned this place, you can heal your wounds here first."

Long Qilin settled Qin Mu down. After the woman diagnosed Qin Mu's injuries, she pondered for a moment and then made some medicine for him.

Long Qilin came forward and said with a smile: "You knew nothing back then, but now you can make pills and boil medicine?"

The woman smiled and said, "After you left, I had to do everything by myself. I was still very young and needed to learn everything. The more I learned, the better it would be."

Long Qilin thought for a moment and said, "That year it was like a dream. The leader, the great master, the box, and I arrived at Bailong City in a daze. After dawn, we left. But the experience that night was wonderful and unforgettable."

The woman turned around and looked at Qin Mu sleeping peacefully on the sickbed, revealing a gentle smile: "Yes. In the following tens of thousands of years, I woke up from nightmares countless times. Thinking of the experience that night, I suddenly had the courage to live again."

Qin Mu heard a familiar voice in his ears and tried to open his eyes several times, but he was too damaged and his origin was hurt, so he fell asleep again and again.

He is no longer in danger, but the main reason is that when he was fighting desperately with "Yu Tianzun", the opponent was too strong, so he used all his unique Taoist skills, from the first level of the Taoist realm to the twenty-eighth level of the Taoist realm, twenty-eight consecutive moves of Taoist supernatural powers, and he had to fight desperately.

After fighting desperately, he was almost exhausted, but had to use the last of his original strength to repair his body and soul with the Unleaked Creation Sutra and the Immortal Consciousness of the Three Souls, which resulted in a greater loss.

Now he was in a daze and felt a bitter taste in his mouth, as if someone was feeding him medicine. The elixir entered his throat and turned into a hot line flowing into his abdominal cavity, and then surged in all directions and flowed into his limbs and bones.

He opened his eyes and vaguely saw a familiar woman open her mouth and spit out a spirit bead.

The spirit pearl revolved around him, making his primordial spirit and damaged divine storage feel indescribably comfortable.

Qin Mu fell asleep again in a daze. He heard the conversation between the woman and Long Qilin. It was obvious that Long Qilin was very familiar with the woman.

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Mu heard other people's voices again, like the woodcutter, Zi Xi Tianshi, and also Di Yi Yue and others.

I don't know what they were talking about, and then they fell silent.

Qin Mu fell into a coma, and in his dream, he seemed to have returned to his childhood. Time seemed to be flowing backwards, and he returned to Canlao Village, practicing hard under the supervision of Ma Ye, the butcher and others.

The time in his sleep flowed forward again, and he turned into a baby, lying in a small basket, babbling with his arms and legs spread out, looking with bright eyes at Granny Si who stretched out her arms to him.

Granny Si was ugly, but her eyes were gentle as she picked him up from the basket.

Next to her is a stone statue, and next to her is the equally gentle Ma Ye.

The scenes in his dream faded away, and time seemed to be flowing backwards. He was still in the basket, and he saw a girl carrying a basket, hiding in fear from the pursuit of gods and demons in the surging river.

The surging black water swept away everything. He stared blankly at the girl in the cradle in the basket. She was trying her best to fight against the gods and demons to protect his safety.

She was covered in wounds and exhausted.

"Aunt Ping'er..."

The baby in the cradle raised his short arms, trying to touch her face, but couldn't reach it.

He has never found his memory of the time when he was stranded from Youdu to Daxu. He was too young, so Tu Bo sealed him up and his mother handed him over to Aunt Ping'er, who escorted him out of Youdu and into Daxu.

Aunt Ping'er drowned herself in the river to protect him, and Granny Si picked him up when darkness fell.

This memory was a blank for him, but this time he actually saw that memory vaguely in his dream.

In the darkness, the black water of the Yongjiang River surged and covered the sky. There were ferocious gods and demons in the black water and on both sides of the river chasing them. Aunt Ping'er's injuries were getting worse and worse, and it was no longer possible to protect him.

At this time, Qin Mu, who was sleeping, had a memory of a snow-white mist coming over him.

Aunt Ping'er carried the basket and staggered into the fog.

The pursuers also rushed into the fog.

When the fog cleared, a bright sunny day broke out. The sunlight was so bright that the baby in the cradle closed his eyes and hid his face in the cradle.

Aunt Ping'er was staggering with blood flowing from her mouth, her hands on the basket, and she was humming a song to lull the baby to sleep.

"The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, and we play hide-and-seek in the reed marshes. Many of the wealthy and famous men were once cowherds.

"The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, and they can be seen from afar across the mountains and across the water. On this side of the reeds is my hometown, and on the other side of the reeds is the vast ocean.

"The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, I am busy weaving beside the reed marshes. The reeds are rolled into my bag, and they will accompany me on my voyage.

“The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, and the sound of the reed flute is so melodious.

"The shepherd boy and his wife are far away, and they miss their father and mother..."

…

Qin Mu listened in a daze and wanted to sing along, but he was still a baby of two or three months old in his sleep and could not sing out loud.

The pursuers are here again, and the gods and demons are vicious.

At the source of Yongjiang River, Aunt Ping'er saw a woman washing sword by the water in despair.

Qin Mu saw that the woman washing the sword had a familiar face, like the girl who fed him medicine. Aunt Ping'er asked her for help, and the woman drew her sword, which was like a flying white dragon, overwhelming the whole city with one sword and shining all over the country.

It was a familiar sword light, a sword technique evolved from Qin Mu's sword technique, carrying the spirit of protecting the common people in the end times.

"What's his name?"

The sword-washing woman came to Aunt Ping'er and looked at the baby in the basket.

"His name is Qin Fengqing."

Aunt Ping'er looked at the baby in the basket tenderly, with blood flowing from the corner of her mouth: "I want to take him and send him to a safe place. I can't let those gods and demons hurt him. But I can't do it anymore. I want to entrust him to you..."

The sword-washing woman shook her head and said, "My name is Bai Quer. I am one of the remnants of the former emperor. I am hiding from my enemies. I have killed a group of pursuers. If you leave them to me, it will only put him in greater danger. I can escort you for a while, but not too long."

They walked along the river, the sun hung brightly in the western sky, Aunt Ping'er hummed a nursery rhyme, and the woman washing the sword listened quietly. They walked for an unknown distance when the nursery rhyme suddenly stopped.

The woman washing the sword looked at Aunt Ping'er. She was already dead, her eyes dull, and she continued to walk on the river holding the basket like a zombie.

A strong obsession supported her to move forward, and she continued to stubbornly look for a safe place with the baby in the cradle and entrust the baby to someone who could take care of him.

The woman washing the sword was in a daze and did not take the basket from Aunt Ping'er's arms. She was not someone worthy of trust.

She could only protect this stubborn corpse and help her find a family worthy of her care.

She hummed the nursery rhyme that the girl had hummed when she was alive.

"The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, and we play hide-and-seek in the reed marshes. How many of the wealthy and famous people were once cowherds..."

Aunt Ping'er's body walked forward following the song with a smile on her face.

They went down the river, and their singing never stopped.

Finally, the sky darkened and darkness was approaching.

"…The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, and the sound of the reed flute is so melodious. The shepherds are singing in the distance, making me miss my father and mother."

As the sword-washing woman sang this nursery rhyme, darkness and fog surged in, drowning Aunt Ping'er behind her.

The woman washing the sword walked into the mist and watched Aunt Ping'er sink into the water, but she still held the basket high.

The river flowed, carrying them downstream.

Don't go out when it's dark.

In the distance, a voice came from the village by the river: "Listen, there's a child crying outside!"

"Impossible, you heard it wrong... Hey, there really is a baby crying!"

In the mist, the sword-washing woman watched a hunchbacked old woman pick up the baby in the basket, and then she slowly retreated.

"I used the Infinite Tribulation Sutra to help him enter the Tao through dreams, and helped him trace his origins and save his soul. Now he is no longer in danger of losing his life."

In the Qin Continent, the old Buddha who had been in the dream had landed at some point and said to Tian Gong, Tu Bo and others, "I was going to pass on my Infinite Tribulation Sutra to him, but unfortunately he never had the chance. Now I am helping him to enter the Tao in his dream. Thinking of all the things that happened before, it is only a matter of time before he comprehends my Infinite Tribulation Sutra."

Tian Gong said: "Fortunately, the old Buddha woke up in time, otherwise even if he survived, his Taoism would be greatly damaged."

At this moment, Qin Mu woke up slowly and heard a familiar nursery rhyme.

"The reeds are tall, the reeds are long, and the reed flowers are like snow. The reeds know best how strong the wind is, and the reeds know best how fierce the rain is..."

He struggled to get up from the bed and walked out following the singing.

The song made him feel as if he was back in the days of herding cattle, with the sound of a shepherd's flute playing beside a reed swaying in the wind and the white reed flowers floating in the wind.

He walked outside. The moonlight was bright. A familiar girl was sitting in the Moon Palace, humming a nursery rhyme and looking at the Yankang Mountains and Rivers below.

She turned around and gave him a quiet and shy smile.

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