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But she is like a wisteria that blooms in spring and never withers.

Lu Zhengkang is still sitting on his couch, as if taking roots here, but his cant branches extend to the four corners.

No matter how far Sun Lichai goes, he can see her.

Sun Zhengdao took his daughter to a swamp next to Jianchuan Town and caught a strange sixth-rank captain "Purple Teeth Lavender" in the bushes. As the saying goes, "Deep purple teeth are thick as ink, biting and killing autumn insects." "People lose their color", such a weaving is enough for the owner to rule the roost among children. If anyone catches a captain, he will inevitably brag about his blessing.

But Sun Lichai was not satisfied and did not dedicate it to Lu Zhengkang.

In her eyes, the sixth grade is not worthy of Luyuan Bodhisattva.

The girl is eager to catch a strange product, the king of weaving.

But she didn't dare to say this wish, just because everyone knew how rare the Insect King was, it was almost a legend.

No one believes that a five-year-old child is capable of catching a bug king, just as no one wants to believe that the sky will fall, the sea will dry, and the stars will go out.

People who desire miracles in their hearts often do not believe that there are so many miracles in the world.

Sun Lichai believed it.

She concealed this hope in her smile and remained silent.

But this kind of desire will eventually manifest itself, at least in the eyes of Sun Wang, his little daughter has been a little bit ungrateful recently.

"Chai Chai, are you afraid that you will not be able to return home when you go to the temple to practice cultivation?"

She shook her head.

"Where is it?"

She hurriedly said that she was fine.

But Sun Wang was even more worried.

This mother always feels that her child is leaving her. An unfounded panic has been entwining her recently. Some nights, she will dream that she is riding a boat while her daughter Li Chai is floating on the moonlight lake. I called mother, but I couldn't let the boat get close to the child. There was such a long distance, until she jumped into the water, it would interrupt the nightmare.

Sun Wang, who was awakened, felt the cold sweat on his back, and couldn't help feeling a deep chill.

She didn’t want her gaze to leave Sun Lichai, and kept staring at it day and night. She thought that as long as she kept looking at the child, she could hold the thread tightly in her hand, so that Lichai, whose life was like a kite would not be there Lost in the cloudy wind.

However, the most worrying thing happened.

One evening, she walked out of the kitchen carrying vegetables, but she didn't see the little figure at the table.

Sun Lichai is missing.

Chapter 92 Chess, Moon, King

Sun Lichai walked on the Songshan Mountain in Anlin, holding an insect net in her hand.

Lu Zhengkang sat on the couch with a chess board in front of him.

The woods at dusk were quiet and cold. Over the branches, one could still see the thin red clouds in the west. This faint, unidentified light passed through the arms and hair of the trees and shone loosely on the fallen leaves.

The chess pieces on the chessboard are arranged one after another, chaotic and disorderly, and almost all are black.

The shadows of the woods were dark and deep, and the low thorns and weeds looked particularly terrifying.Sun Lichai walked slowly, her eyes bright, like a faint star landing on the horizon.Those dimmed colors are reflected on her mirror, clear and elegant. Although the outline is blurred, it is more reserved. The night is like a veil of all things. After the scorching sunlight dissipates, it gives the world a rest. corner of.

Bai Zi landed on the chessboard and kept moving, Lu Zhengkang moved silently.A monk ran and said that the benefactor Sun Xiao was missing. Lu Zhengkang sighed, "Call Jueguang."

Within a quarter of an hour, Jueguang arrived in a hurry, frowning, watching Lu Zhengkang hesitate to speak.

"Sit." The Buddha pointed to the chessboard.

Jueguang slipped on the couch and sat cross-legged opposite Lu Zhengkang.

"look carefully."

The monk lowered his head and looked at it. This is not a chess game at all. There are only two white stones on the entire board, and the rest are black stones.

In the next second, a soft white finger gently moved Baizi.

The chess game changes, all the horizontal and vertical terraces disappear and become a calm and clean board like the surface of the water, and the black and white also melt into it.

"This is!" Jueguang exclaimed in silence.

Water ripples, and a blurred scene appears.

Sun Lichai wandered among the tall and straight trees, with her delicate palm touching the bark, which was dry, cracked, rough, and hard, like skin covered with scars, dark and ugly.

At this time, the sun was almost setting, everything was silent, only the low sound of insects rang.

All the turmoil was suppressed, just because the insect king was born.

Sun Lichai held her simple insect-catching net and listened patiently, not like a child, but like an experienced hunter.

Jueguang admired: "Xu Xiucai is right, this child is really divided into seven points of spiritual wisdom."

The surrounding old mothers and monks all looked inexplicable. They were about to burn their eyebrows. Why are they both still hysteria facing a chess board?But Luyuan Bodhisattva did not speak, how could they dare to make a noise?

Looking down on it for a long time, Lu Zhengkang raised his head and said to a monk standing beside him: "Go and tell Wang Ruoping that her child is safe and sound, and tell her not to worry," he told Jueguang, "Go find her, but don't disturb her. ."

"Little monk obeyed."

"I see." Jue Guang got up and went out.

Lu Zhengkang looked down at the mirror plate, gently stretched and flexed his fingers, like playing a piano, like weaving threads.

...

The darkness completely swallowed the woods.

The golden light of twilight has also been diluted by the night, turning into a touch of lavender on the rolling hills.

The cold and moisture began to seep into her body, and Sun Lichai's face turned pale.

It seems to be foggy.

Sun Lichai stubbornly walked through the bushes reaching her chest.Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, and she is determined to catch Chuzhi and offer it to Lu Zhengkang under the full moon tomorrow night.

The moon rises, and the water-white light spreads across the earth and mountains, and in such a blurry light, the fog in the forest also reveals a calm and elegant, like a white jade beauty like a cage.

Sun Lichai stood foolishly in a clearing without wood. Moonlight could shine in directly and unimpededly. When shining on a piece of orchid, the wonderful fragrance seemed to dissolve in the moonlight, as the cold fog permeated into the bone marrow.

The jungle at night is mysterious. Above the normal world, there is a layer of weirdness, like an invisible cover. In such a scene, those ghosts who were rubbed into the quilt by their mothers just talked All came out from the depths of my mind, one by one, string after string, those monsters that eat children, those elves of mountains and rivers.

Mr. Xu’s favorite Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", the wonderful and stubborn words and sentences, at this moment, I think about it so vividly and aptly.