Three hundred years ago.
It's the Lantern Festival on earth, and Jiangcheng is very lively.
The long street is bustling, and the city of lights is like daytime. Every household is hung with multicolored lanterns, including lotus flowers, little rabbits, various pavilions, birds, flowers, plants and trees, which are so colorful that they look like stars falling into the world from a distance.
Jiangcheng established the gate of immortals and the human world, advocating the communication between immortals and humans. Not only can you see the common people in coarse cloth and kudzu clothes, but you can also see one or two immortal elders with flying jade belts from time to time. In the eyes of mortals, Jiangcheng Wangyue standing side by side is more remarkable than those hidden sects, and it is the closest place to longevity.
The lord of Jiangcheng Fu Zhongxing, holding the Nine Death Knife in his hand, and wearing the Demon Fu Armor, is well-known among all the immortals in the world.
This Lantern Festival, Fu Zhongxing and his wife went to the street to enjoy the lanterns.
Holding his wife Blue Bream in one hand and his young daughter Zhuzhu in the other, he dismissed the guards and walked around the streets, enjoying the rare leisure.
The streets are crowded with people, and many dignitaries and dignitaries flock here one after another, hoping to take advantage of this rare festival to meet a fairy fate.
Then a strange scene appeared in the city. Any young man with a handsome appearance and elegant clothes will be invited into the restaurant politely. But most of the monks who really want to see the excitement are pretending to be ordinary people like Fu Zhongxing.
He was wearing a luxurious purple dress, the jade belt could barely wrap around the fat around his stomach, and he had a fat head and oily face, like a vulgar rich businessman. And the beautiful wife next to her is as beautiful as a flower, and her temperament is like an orchid, making people feel sorry for a flower stuck in cow dung.
Zhuzhu pulled out his transformed beard, softly asked: "Daddy, why did you turn into a toad?"
Fu Zhongxing laughed loudly, and stabbed the child's tender face with his beard, "Then you are just a little toad, aren't you?"
Zhuzhu stared angrily, "You are the little toad! You are the little toad! Mother, this man is bullying me again, you go and divorce him!"
Bluefish smiled and shook his head.
The three laughed and walked into a restaurant.
The building was crowded with people as usual, and it took a long time for a vacant seat to be found.
Fu Zhongxing was ordering food, ordered three bowls of Lantern Festival and a few dishes of side dishes.
Zhuzhu was sitting on the bench, holding the stool with her hands, twisting her body restlessly, her feet were dangling, and her eyes were looking around. Suddenly, her body stopped.
Blue bream noticed the abnormality of the child, and said softly: "Zhuzhu, what are you looking at?"
The chubby little finger pointed, Zhuzhu said: "Mother, there is a sister over there."
Blue Bream looked over and saw a huge crowd in front of her eyes. She didn't see what sister she was talking about, so she smiled and didn't take it to heart.
Zhuzhu stared wide-eyed, and the black eyeballs looked at the side without blinking. There was nothing where her eyes fell, but there was a figure imprinted in her pupils.
Wearing black clothes and a black veiled hat, his whole body was covered in a dark red mist of blood, and his blood eyes were daunting.
But Zhuzhu was not afraid at all, she tilted her head and looked at her curiously.
The woman stretched out her hand, and a pair of damaged, mottled and scarred hands brushed across the child's white and tender face.
Zhuzhu laughed foolishly.
Fu Zhongxing asked strangely: "My dear, what are you laughing at?"
Zhuzhu laughed and said, "Don't touch me, it's so itchy."
When rough hands touched her, it was like when Fu Zhongxing pricked her with beard stubble.
There was no emotion in the woman's eyes, her hand slowly moved down, and finally rested on her neck. The child's neck is thin, like white jade, and can be held with one hand.
Just a little effort...
Fu Zhongxing also raised his eyebrows and laughed, scratching the bridge of her small nose, "Silly boy, why is anyone touching you?"
Zhuzhu turned her head, "There is a sister here."
Fu Zhongxing got up abruptly, and the Jindan cultivator's consciousness scanned, but he still didn't find the person she was talking about.
Blue bream showed a worried expression, "Master, did the child see something bad..."
Zhuzhu suddenly laughed again, with a bright smile, and said crisply: "Thank you sister."
A little bunny lantern appeared out of nowhere in her hand, with round red eyes, very delicate and lovely.
Chief Fu Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, "It must be someone who can see my Zhuzhu is cute and come to tease her."
Ming Luan walked out of the restaurant. People come and go on the long street, but there is an open space around her. She always seemed to be outside the world, never blending in.
There are fireworks, and the stars are scattered.
Children ran around carrying lanterns, their laughter was crisp, and people in pairs stood on the side of the street and guessed lantern riddles. On a high platform not far away, a scholar sang loudly: "Dongfeng night puts flowers and thousands of trees. More Blowing down, stars raining down..."
Ming Luan's lips moved, "It's so noisy."
So noisy, so noisy, so noisy.
The phoenix eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, looking from a distance, I could only see a patch of red, so red that it seemed as if blood would drip at any time.
She returned to the present through reincarnation, but she has forgotten why she came back. The laughter around her upset her, and she wanted to shut them up and make them cry.
Darkness, blood, despair... She can only perceive all the negative emotions in this world, endless madness, endless hatred. Mingluan's pupils became more and more crimson, the whites of her eyes faded, and two dark red eyeballs were set on her face. She had no expression on her face, but her heart kept screaming, wanting to destroy this ugly world, which made her extremely disgusted. world of hate.
Finger a little.
On the high platform, the Confucian scholar who was reciting poems was dressed in the wind, and when he said: "The crowd looks for him thousands of times", his body suddenly exploded, and blood-red flesh and blood fell like fireworks. Screams and cries kept ringing out, the crowd was in a mess, and many people were covered with blood and flesh, their minds went blank with fright, and they kept screaming.
Ming Luan slightly hooked his lips.
Outside the city, the blood mist gradually rose.
She has become an out-and-out demon, happy because of the suffering of the world, seeing tears and blood, a twisted pleasure will rise in her heart.
Mingluan knew that she had become abnormal. She tried her best to turn the whole world around, and wanted to go back to the past, but after she really came back, she had to admit that she had sunk in the cold night and could never be redeemed.
It's like a person stuck in a swamp, constantly struggling for help, sinking deeper and deeper, and finally even his outstretched hand is submerged, and his body lies in the mud, rotting into a bone.
Even if she fills up the entire swamp, she will not be able to turn the bones into flesh and blood.
She can change the world, but she can't change herself alone.
The noise in Jiangcheng quickly subsided.
Fu Zhongxing asked people to send his wife and daughter home, and he brought a few attendants to deal with the matter. People believed him, and when they saw the familiar purple robe, they calmed down the noise, only a few women and children were sobbing.
When this happened, people dispersed quickly.
Broken and blood-stained lanterns were randomly thrown on the side of the street.
Fu Zhongxing looked at the blood stains on the ground with a frown, and remained silent, but the matter was not over. Soon, he learned the news of the blood mist besieging the city.
Lingyu couldn't send it, and no one came to rescue them. Several Jindan monks went to the blood mist to search, but never came back.
Fu Zhongxing stood on the city wall, carrying nine deaths on his back, with a gloomy expression. He thought of the "sister" that his daughter had seen, with the perfect cultivation base of Jindanqi, he couldn't detect her existence, presumably that person was the great power of Yuanying, if that person could help... maybe she would have left long ago.
Ten days later, Fu Zhongxing gave up his unrealistic hopes and organized all the monks above Qi training to break out of the fog and make a desperate fight.
Everyone knows that this trip is more or less auspicious, and the people all over the city are sending them off in white clothes. They can't walk in the middle of the road, but they can only stand in the middle of the sky, looking at the orchid bream from a distance. The orchid bream is completely naked, with white hair on its head, washed away from the lead, holding Zhuzhu in his hand, looking at Fu Zhongxing with tears in his eyes, his lips trembling, and silently called "Xianggong".
There is Nascent Soul and Heavenly Demon in the blood mist. They all know that they are close to death, but the people of the city are behind them. As the city lord, they have to seek a glimmer of hope in the narrow death.
The sky was dim, and the magic weapon was shining with precious light, rushing into the thick blood mist with the momentum of nine deaths and no regrets.
People are waiting anxiously.
One day, two days, three days...
Blue bream fell to the ground, haggard, looking at the blood-red sky blankly.
Mingluan felt a little bored, squatting in the city lord's mansion to tease the children. Zhuzhu crossed her legs and played with the little rabbit lantern, not knowing what was going on outside.
"Sister and sister," Zhuzhu blinked and looked outside the door with a frown, "When will my daddy come back?" She pouted, "Have not come back for so long, bad daddy, don't bother with him anymore, give me I don’t care about buying candied haws!”
Ming Luan smiled maliciously, "He's dead."
The child's eyes were pure, as if he didn't understand what "death" meant.
So Mingluan said again: "He will never come back again, he doesn't want you anymore." Seeing the child crying loudly, her ears hurt from the noise again, and she got tired of staying here, and waved her hand to disperse the blood mist, "Hey " With a sound, the hand paused in mid-air.
A row of Gushan disciples flew out of the blood mist.
The leading woman was extremely young, with a meticulous expression on her face, her green shirt and emerald feathers were tied around her waist, fluttering in the wind.
Like the only color in this dark world, like a bright spring, fell in Ming Luan's eyes.
She seemed to have found something interesting, so she hid herself and approached the group of Gushan disciples.
As soon as she approached, her footsteps stopped suddenly.
The woman seemed to have noticed something, turned her head to look this way, looked for a while, then looked away, and continued to talk to everyone.
They have learned what happened with the orchid bream and are discussing how to resolve the matter.
These people seem to be very convinced by Huai Bai. When she said a word, they all nodded once, especially a fourteen or fifteen-year-old female nun, whose eyes lit up when she saw Huai Bai. When others nodded once, she nodded three times. He also echoed, "Little uncle is right!"
Ming Luan frowned, and raised his hand to kill the female cultivator, but he didn't know what to think, and withdrew his hand embarrassingly.
Huai Bai's back was facing Ming Luan, his back looked thin and long, his back was straight, which matched the sword in her hand quite well.
After discussing for a while, they decided to go out to explore with the Dragon Snake Formation. This is the Lonely Mountain Formation, connected end to end, and can be taken care of in time. Huai Bai's face is cold, but his language is quite caring. Standing in the most dangerous place, he looks around vigilantly, and protects the younger generation by the way.
Huai Bai's swordsmanship is extremely advanced, even though he only has Jindan cultivation base, but the sword cut off several demons one after another.
Ming Luan frowned suspiciously, and soon after, he smiled lightly, snapped his fingers, and a mysterious demon who transformed into a god rushed towards him.
The terrifying aura of Huashen enveloped the whole cloud of blood mist.
Those Gushan disciples didn't last long before they passed out, only Huai Bai, with a pale face and dripping with cold sweat, still had enough energy to entangle with the mysterious demon.
The devilish energy condensed into substance and rushed towards Huai Bai. She spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, unable to support herself anymore.
One stood in front of her.
Huai Bo hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Taoist, be careful!"
When the demonic energy touched the man, it flowed away one after another, like rouge in the water, and the man in black stretched out his hand quietly through the misty red mist, "Together?"
The blood mist rolled, and the red rain was sticky, like being in an endless purgatory.
This man was dressed in black, his eyes were like autumn water, and his pulse was full of affection. A flawless white hand pulled Huai Bai up, and the blood mist turned into crimson haze, and the blood water turned into misty spring rain. Huai Bai's heart trembled, and he said: "Together."