Zhang Xun's age is almost the same as his wife Dahua's age. His life at the age of seventeen or eighteen is almost all spent studying hard at his desk. He has never even read a few books of Zhiguai. The incredible scene that just happened in front of him almost overturned his life. Three Views.
However, the eldest brother died suddenly, the eldest sister-in-law was in a coma, his wife disappeared, and the house was in chaos, so this dude who didn't hear anything outside the window had to grow up quickly.
He overcame the tremor and stood up on the chair, pinched himself secretly, tried to calm himself, and told Yuan Xianger what had just happened as clearly as possible.
After the mother and sister woke up, they were still crying. Aside from the five-year-old niece in front of her, only the wife's sister looked calm and was the only one who could discuss things.
After listening to what he said, Yuan Xianger felt clueless as to how and where the black fish demon took Dahua away.
There are many magical abilities belonging to demons. The big-headed murloc can be randomly transmitted to thousands of miles away, and the red dragon can build a different dimension of its own. She didn't know what kind of peculiar magic the fish demon used.
What is clear now is that many inexplicably unconscious patients found in the town may be related to the black fish. This demon who only wanted to harm the world should be the reason why the River God asked himself to come to Lianghe Town.
Yuan Xianger's eyes fell on the painting on the wall.
The light ink and wash vividly displayed a vast river of smoke on the scroll.
But upon closer inspection, I always felt that something was missing from the picture.
Yuan Xianger approached the painting and found a small boat with reeds exposed in a very hidden place on the reeds by the river. Sitting at the head of the boat is an old man fishing along the river. The back sketched by a few strokes is blurry at first glance, but gradually it becomes very expressive. Gradually, the hair, hair and clothes are all clear. The white-haired old man fishes the Bijiang alone, leisurely and contentedly. .
"Sister Ah Xiang. That painting seems a little strange." Dong'er's voice sounded behind her.
Yuan Xianger looked back at her, the little girl was standing by her mother's side, her nose was red from crying, but she did not forget to remind her.
"Well, I also think..." She said this, but saw the little girl facing her open her mouth with a surprised look on her face, and stretched out her hand to her in a panic.
At the same time, an irresistible suction came from behind him, dragging her in the direction of the picture scroll.
"Ah Xiang!" Nan He immediately stepped forward to take action, and Yuan Xiang'er had already disappeared into the picture scroll before everyone's eyes, and just disappeared out of thin air. Nan He's fingers only caught an afterimage.
Nan He closed his fists and looked at the strange picture scroll. On the river surface, which was empty a moment ago, a flat boat is parked now, and a girl is standing on the bow of the boat, looking up at the river surface.
Ah Xiang entered the world in the painting.
…
When Yuan Xianger came back to her senses, she was already on the riverside of the clear water and Hanbo.
The sky is like a curtain, the moon is like water, and the white reeds are swaying by the river, and she takes advantage of the night to stand on a small boat beside the reeds.
(Ah Xiang? Can you hear? Where are you?) Nan He's voice resounded in his mind.
(I'm here. I'm fine. Here... it's like a river, and I'm on a boat on the river.)
(You wait, don't panic, I will find you soon.)
Yuan Xianger stopped talking. Even if they didn't speak, they still had a good understanding of each other at the moment.
Yuan Xianger could feel Nan He's anger and anxiety, but he didn't feel overly flustered.
He was no longer in the same mess he was when he left suddenly for the first time.
As a partner, he recognized his abilities and no longer felt that he was the human being who would immediately be vulnerable and helpless if he lost his protection.
Suddenly coming to a strange and mysterious place, Yuan Xianger was of course a little nervous.
But Nan He's voice that kept ringing in her mind and the trust from the bottom of her heart made her gradually calm down.
She began to feel confident that she could face any unexpected situation well.
I'm great, I can protect myself. she said to herself.
(Well, Ah Xiang is very capable.) Nan He's voice quickly echoed in his mind.
Oops, did you accidentally pass on the words in your heart again
(You don't have to worry about me.)
(Don't worry, but I want to be by your side.)
(Ok, let's take your time.)
…
An empty boat floats on the river.
Standing on the bow of the boat, Yuan Xianger heard the faint singing voices drifting from the other side of the river. The voices were sometimes ethereal and elegant, sometimes vast and beautiful, with a mysterious feeling like a dream.
It was as if a young girl who did not know the sufferings of the world was laughing with her pure and clear throat open. Also like an unrestrained fanatic, occasionally exuding a weak sigh.
The sound was so intoxicating that I wished I could find and follow immediately.
Yuan Xianger held the Nanhong pendant hanging on her neck. This magic weapon that could control her mind was slightly hot, reminding her not to lose herself in the singing.
At this moment, the white-robed He Bo appeared on the bow of the boat. His figure was light and transparent, like a wisp of thought barely remaining on the bow of the boat.
He rolled up his sleeves and saluted Yuan Xiang'er, "Mr. Yuan Xiao, please take the time to come here, the old man is grateful."
Yuan Xianger bowed back, "He Bo, what happened in Lianghe Town? Many people here have lost their minds, and even one of my friends was taken away by the fish demon, and they don't know where to go."
"That fish demon is a friend of mine," He Bo said.
"Your friend?"
"Yes, Danluo and I met hundreds of years ago. At that time, I was still a human, and he was indeed a man-eating demon." He Bo had a gentle smile on his face, "Others may not be able to. Understand that I became friends with a demon. But I think you can understand more or less, Mr. Yuan."
His life seems to have burned to the end, with an old face, a curved back, and an increasingly transparent body, but his expression is calm and kind, and there is no sadness.
Yuan Xiang'er nodded and asked worriedly, "He Bo, what's wrong with you?"
"It's no big deal." He waved his hand dismissively, "There is nothing eternal in this world, I'm just running out of time."
"But you?"
"Danluo and I have been together these years. In order to take into account my feelings, I have endured and never eat people. Now that I am leaving, he will naturally be free from restraints. He began to indulge himself unscrupulously. That's why I asked you to specially Come here."
"Do you want me to get rid of this monster? But I saw that there are already many high-gong masters from the Qingyi Sect in the town. Why didn't you entrust them to them, but instead found me, a little-known person?"
He Bo turned around, "I want to invite you to see something. As for what you want to do in the future, you can decide for yourself."
An image of a young man appeared on the moving boat. That was Hebo's memory.
Young anglers ignore the fishing rods beside the boat or paddle, and let the boat wander in the middle of the river. In front of his knees is a pot of small wine and a few plates of side dishes, which he drinks and pours himself.
On the water near the boat, a large black fish quietly surfaced, with a bright red on its forehead, its black back undulating from time to time in the blue waves, and occasionally flashing scales appeared on the water surface.
"It's you again, you show up when you drink, do you also like to drink?" The young fisherman put down his bamboo flute and poured a glass of wine, "Brother Yu, Brother Yu, do you like wine? Come, I'll give you a toast. "
He sprinkled a glass of sake into the river, and the big fish in the river shook their heads and shook their tails.
After that, every time the angler went out to fish, he was always chasing a big blue-black fish beside the boat.
The fishermen toast and eat and drink with each other, just like making friends.
On a night when the moon was in the sky, a fisherman went down the boat under the moonlight, and the sound of water slammed. A man in black with a bright red brows climbed onto the boat from the water and sat opposite him.
"In Xiadanluo, I have been thanking my brother for giving me wine for many days, and I am here to thank you today."
The man who was fishing knew that he was not a human being, and that he was mostly transformed by the big fish, and he was a little afraid in his heart. But thinking of the friendship these days, although they can't speak to each other, they are already like confidants, so they try to calm down and return the salute: "Xia Subai, I have seen Brother Dan."
Under the moon, the boat is full of joy, sings the pine wind, and sings the river and the stars.
The good times always seem quick, but the sadness is strong and deep in the memory.
It was a chaotic era. Demons and humans mixed together. Powerful demons often ravaged the world. Humans did not form a strong and unified regime. Large and small military forces were in charge of their own affairs, killing and looting each other from time to time. How much can a leisurely and self-sufficient person have
The town where Su Bai lived in peace was looted by war, and the soldiers who rushed into the city seemed to have forgotten their human identities and turned into creatures even more ferocious than demons.
They drag women and children out of hiding places and kill them without hesitation in the street. They tortured all the men who resisted, hanging the corpses in front of the city gate. The bright red blood soaked the once quiet town into a hell on earth.
Su Bai, who had never killed anyone, at that moment, holding a blood-stained long knife, turned into Shura in the face of overwhelming enemies.
The edge of his knife was rolled up, and the handle of the knife was slipping with blood and it was hard to grasp, but he didn't care. His home was destroyed, his relatives and friends were killed by gangsters, his wife and children were all dead, and they died at his feet.
So he also turned himself into a killing knife, ready to fight until the moment the knife broke.
At this moment, the turbulent flood broke through the dam and poured into the town. No matter how ferocious human beings, in the face of the power of nature, they all became the same weak and helpless.
The Taotao flood swept away a lot of life without emotion. Whether it is the enemy army, the common people, the good people, the bad people, in its cold eyes, there is only one meaning.
When Bai Su woke up, she found herself lying on her back on her boat.
The sky was as blue as it used to be, and the water still shimmered with a golden light of joy. The tragedy that killed thousands of people seemed to have never happened in such a bright world.
If it weren't for his body still hurting to the point where he couldn't move, he would even think that the moment when he was blindfolded by blood was just a nightmare to wake up from.
"Sorry, I found out a little late." Dan Luo, who was sitting on the bow, said.
Su Bai said with grief and indignation: "Why, why only save me? You obviously have that kind of ability, but you watch all the people die."
"Why should I save them? That's your own business." Danluo asked inexplicably. His tone was very flat, without sarcasm or excuse, just a simple question, so pure that it was impossible to blame.
"Then why do you save me. Why don't you let me die too." Su Bai raised an arm and blocked her eyes.
"Are you crying? Why are you crying? Shouldn't it be a joy to be alive? I have a hard time understanding you humans sometimes."
The demon who could take away thousands of lives without hesitation stood on the boat, looking down at his crying friend,
"Humans are really interesting, maybe I should try to perceive the world with a human body, maybe this will breed real human emotions and understand your world. Otherwise, even if I become like you again, I will always look at you like the other side. On the sidelines, the joys and sorrows are like illusions.”
After experiencing such tragic joys and sorrows in the world, Su Bai, who lost her family and had no worries, began to devote herself to cultivation, while Danluo, who transformed into a human figure, became fond of playing in the world.
Fortunately, they still regarded each other as friends, and the man-eating demon even forbeared for a lifetime in order to promise his friend.
The illusion in front of him disappeared, and the white-haired Su Bai stood in front of Yuan Xianger. After a lifetime of trials and tribulations, the old man who had seen all kinds of expressions in the world returned a gentle and loving smile to the world.
"I know that after I die, Danluo will no longer abide by the agreement with me, and will definitely do evil in the world. As a human, he has to stop him." The old Su Bai said, "But I think the human mage in this world, Maybe only you will have a little tolerance for him at the end. So I deliberately entered your dream and invited you to Lianghe Town."
His figure disappeared and turned into a ray of white light, pulling the boat towards the other side of the river.
The stars in the sky are low, and the river is as blue as a mirror. Where the water and the sky meet, the Crystal Palace and the Biluo Palace are faintly revealed, where the sound of the fairy is ethereal, surrounded by smoke and clouds, and the sound of joy and play is heard from a distance.
…
The world beyond the picture scroll,
Zhang Donger stared at the painting for a while, and then hesitantly said, "Sister Axiang is no longer in it. I feel like she went to a place full of water."
"There is water everywhere?" Nan He frowned. Yuanshui and Youshui in Lianghe Town meet, which is the most abundant water source.
"I'll go out and have a look, please stay here, our friends will come over soon." Nan He explained to Zhang Xun.
Before Zhang Xun could react, he watched the handsome and unusually handsome man in front of him exerting strength, hitting the broken skylight on the roof, straight into the blue sky, and disappeared in an instant.
"This... this?" Zhang Xun stammered and asked his five-year-old niece.
"This one has a tail and ears," Dong'er gestured, "a very beautiful and cute one, he was the one my sister held in her arms before."
Before Zhang Xun could absorb everything, outside the courtyard, a man with long hair scattered and a graceful crane cloak fluttered down.
"Where's Ah Xiang? What happened?" The man turned his long and narrow phoenix eyes and looked into the house.
A young man with braided red rope and golden boots then appeared on the eaves, "Where's Axiang? Just come to Lianghe Town, where did you hide my Axiang?"
Immediately afterwards, a number of people in strange clothes fell out of thin air in the yard, both men and women, all of them were handsome and powerful.
For a while, Zhang Xun felt that his mind was froze when he was reading and reading, and he couldn't keep up with the rhythm.