Ghosts are not evil

Chapter 36 Witch

"If I haven't seen the dawn, I won't yearn for the light."

Maybe it's because I shouldn't die. God wants me to meet him. I have done a lot of evil for half my life, but I get this blessing. I would like to put down the knife in my hand, do good deeds and accumulate virtue, to thank God for his grace.

This river and lake is very big, and there are many good people, but only my adoptive father picked up the orphan in the bridge hole on a snowy night, brought him back to Qisha, raised him, and became his eagle dog minions.I originally thought that there was nothing worth caring about in this world, but based on my joy and anger, I let myself go in the rivers and lakes.

After repeated moves, the old woman backed away, cut her swords backwards, took advantage of the hidden weapon in her mouth, and copied the sword to kill the general: "Today I want you to sacrifice my son with blood."

Xie Yin didn't expect this old Buxiu to have another trick, so he couldn't dodge it, knocked his back against the tree trunk, tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and tried to stab her bravely: "I blame your son for his bad life!" , the horoscope is against me."

The old woman pressed her forward step by step, obviously intending to take her life: "Demon girl, let me see how long you can keep your mouth so hard."

Even though Xie Yin was defeated, he still disdained in his heart: "What kind of hero are you?"

After several serious injuries, Xie Yin fell to his knees in an unseemly manner. When his consciousness was blurred, Xie Yin seemed to see a figure, which was not the person who came to meet her.

The gold silk embroidered shirt looked like a young man who didn't have a good eye, but kindly wanted to save her.

Xie Yin originally thought that this was the end of her life. She was born in a time of chaos and died in the wilderness.

When he woke up, Xie Yin didn't know where he was, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the beams of the house, which was nothing more than ordinary. Then, a young man pushed the door against the dawn and came in. Xie Yin turned his head to look, and wanted to touch the scimitar at his waist when he opened his eyes. Fleeing for nothing, it only caused pain all over his body, and even the eyebrows became depressed.

The young man seemed to be nervous about her, he hurriedly put down the porcelain bowl in his hand, and came up to help her. Only then did Xie Yin see his appearance clearly, and was momentarily stunned.

Song Ling looked at where she was groping, guessed that what she wanted was the scimitar, and replied, "Are you looking for the scimitar? I put it away. You are seriously injured. Don't pull the wound with random movements."

Xie Yin could tell that he had no malicious intentions, and he must not know his identity, but he just showed kindness and saved a vicious person, he must still be complacent, and wanted to ask whose family's unlucky son it was.

Xie Yin found a comfortable sitting position and asked him, "What's your name?"

The young master turned around and held up the medicine bowl and handed it to her, smiling at Yan Yan: "Song Ling."

The surname is Song, could it be the royal family?Xie Yin saw that Song Ling's whole body style may be true, the noble son raised by the royal family, no wonder he doesn't understand the dangers of the world, and he doesn't know how to use fake names, so he also reported his name: "Xie Yin."

Xie Yin's adoptive father's surname was not Xie, and he didn't know what her biological parents' surnames were. He only said that the adoptive father had cried out for his adoptive father with a loud and clear voice in the heavy snow, so he was named Xie Yin.

Song Ling sat down at the round table and poured himself a glass of water, and asked, "What's Jiayin's voice?"

Dou Da's character, Xie Yin, is not yet familiar, so naturally he doesn't know which Jia Yin is which Jia and which sound it is, so he can't help but feel a little embarrassed, so he can only say frankly: "I don't know how to read, I only know the sound of the sound."

Song Ling didn't ask any further questions, and could only say, "That's it, drink the medicine."

Xie Yin responded: "Okay." He picked up the soup and drank it down, frowned bitterly, but didn't say anything.

Song Ling has always been careful, knowing that soups and medicines are very bitter, it is difficult for other girls, so prepare some caramel for her to relieve the pain in the future: "Have a good rest, I will come to see you tomorrow."

After Song Ling finished speaking, he got up and went out the door when he got a reply.

"Ask what happened." Song Ling went back, saw Shen Qiubai bending over the herbs in the yard, and asked him casually.

Song Ling also stepped forward to help: "I only asked for the name, Xie Yin."

Shen Qiubai put away the herbs in his hands, straightened up and walked back to the house, not sure if he was mocking him: "That's really seeing the King of Hades, I told you a long time ago, she is definitely not a kind person."

Song Ling chased after him, but he didn't know how to repent. Instead, he said plausibly: "The doctor's parents are heartbroken, I can't just ignore death."

Shen Qiubai walked around to the back of the cabinet, mentioned his name, and said in his mouth: "You save me, don't cry to me in the future."

Song Ling laughed and said, "When did I cry in front of you?"

Shen Qiubai teased him unhurriedly: "The last time I was trapped in the green bamboo formation, it didn't make me cry when I saw me."

Song Ling said helplessly: "You want to talk about my coffin in this matter, right?"

Shen Qiubai twisted some licorice tablets as medicine, and said seriously, "I have this plan."

Xie Yin soon realized the fact that her meridian was cut off. For a martial arts practitioner, this is no different from death. She has countless deadly enemies in the Jianghu, with three thousand enemies. Those who want to take her life are like crucian carp crossing the river. , too numerous to mention, losing martial arts, what is the difference between that and a lamb at the slaughter.

This little boy could save her for a while, but he couldn't save her forever.

Xie Yin has long been indifferent to life and death, so there is nothing to be afraid of, most likely he will implicate that handsome young master, it is really a pity, it seems worthwhile to have him as a companion on Huangquan Road, and he will regret saving a plague god by then.

There really are such kind people in the world, just like the gurgling water in the valley, refracting the warm sun with bright light, dotted with stars, amazed the eyes, and softened Shi Yan.

Song Ling pushed Xie Yin, who was getting better day by day, and walked slowly in the mountains and forests. The sun shines through the gaps between the bamboo leaves, casting a mottled light and shadow. Song Ling smiled and said to her: "Come out to relax, do you feel better?" .”

Song Ling is inexplicably kind to her, all he gives her are gentle and caring words, and a smile that makes people feel like a spring breeze, or maybe it's just out of self-cultivation, but no one has ever been so kind to her, making people feel warm in their hearts: "Well , go a little farther, go ahead and have a look.”

Song Ling glanced over. At the beginning, he carried the seriously injured Xie Yin back under the cliff not far away. He almost thought that he could not be saved: "There is a cliff ahead, let's go back."

Xie Yin asked without warning: "Song Ling, why did you save me in the first place?"

When Song Ling heard the words, he didn't need to think carefully, and blurted out a single sentence: "You want to ask me why, and I can't tell. I just met him by chance. If I die, I'm afraid I'll have a bad conscience."

Xie Yin said in a low voice: "I can't repay you for saving my life."

"I don't want you to repay me." Song Ling said with a smile.

Xie Yin: "If I were a demon head and a witch who could be punished by everyone, would you regret saving me?"

Song Ling: "There is no one to save."

These words made Xie Yin truly redeemed. God treated her like this, how could she not give back to the world with kindness.

Xie Yin lowered his eyes and smiled, the mountain wind blew through his fingers, the boulder in his heart fell, and he relaxed: "Let's go back."

"I'm always staying in the valley, isn't it a little boring?" Song Ling still remembers that when he first arrived in Wangyou Valley, he was almost sick from boredom, and always sneaked out to the town to play, although a small town in the countryside is not comparable. Don't have fun in the capital.

The matchmaker in the town never let go of any chance to propose marriage to him, so he could only say that he had an unmarried wife in the capital, waiting for him to return from his studies.

This year is his third year in Wangyou, I don't know if Song Xi is doing well in Beijing.

Seeing Song Ling talking, Xie Yin fell into deep thought, so he didn't give a reply immediately. Xie Yin could tell that Song Ling's temperament was very lively after getting along these days, and only when he occasionally thought of something, he would show such gentleness. An expression of nostalgia and loneliness.

Song Ling not only saved her life, but also gave her the confidence to live, and let her see that the world is not as miserable as she imagined.

To her, Song Ling was like a ray of light in the endless darkness. How could it be possible? She also wanted to do something for Song Ling. The person who needed to go out to relax at the moment seemed to be Xie Yin, and Xie Yin responded thoughtfully. He said: "A little bit."

Song Ling came back to his senses, and pushed Xie Yin back. Xie Yin might not be able to stand up in this life. When he rescued her, her meridians were all cut off, and she was already dying. I don't know what has supported her until now.

Qiu Bai said that she is a miracle, she has never seen a person whose meridians have been completely severed, who can recover to this level: "Then let's go out for a walk."

There were not many pedestrians in the market, and Song Ling was particularly eye-catching when he was walking in a wheelchair. Xie Yin seemed not used to being noticed by everyone, but was attracted by the sugar figurine made by the street vendor. Song Ling obviously noticed it, and leaned over Ask her: "Which one do you like?"

When she was a child, her adoptive father also led her through the market like this. She saw children of her age crying and begging their parents for candy, and they always got what they wanted, but the adoptive father never looked back at her.

He just led her by the hand and hurried through the crowd. Perhaps she had expected too much, and being alive was already a gift from heaven to her. Asking Song Ling, Xie Yin blushed instantly. Regardless of her age, she He's a little older than Song Ling, but more like a child than him: "I'll just take a look."

Song Ling seemed to have discovered something novel. He still remembered the first time Xie Yin looked at him. He was lifeless, like a walking corpse, full of hostility. It was hard for her to be full of vitality. Be stingy and give: "Then buy them all."

Xie Yin hurriedly said: "No need." Then he turned his head and looked at it reluctantly, and said eagerly, "Just buy that rabbit."

Song Ling bought it and handed it to Xie Yin.

Xie Yin looked at the candy figurine in his hand contentedly. There was a hawker selling candied haws on the street. He handed the bright red candied haws to a beggar. He smiled kindly and said to him, "Eat it, you don't need money."

The ragged little beggar wiped his hands again and again, took the bunch of candied haws with great care, and pulled out a big smiling face: "Thank you, Grandpa."

Kindness and gratitude, it was only after meeting Song Ling that she realized that she was poor and had nothing, but Song Ling generously gave her everything.

Going forward to the Lifang, there is a childish voice of reciting not far away: "Jiebi Nanshan, Weishi Yanyan. Hehe Shiyin, the people have a look. Worry..."

Xie Yin raised his head and looked back at Song Ling, with such pure longing eyes, it is easy to understand, Xie Yin's eyes never lie: "Song Ling, can you teach me to read, what they read, and how to write it. "

Song Ling stopped, walked around to Xie Yin and knelt down: "Give me your hand."