When the lame woke up, he found that he had lost contact with his apostles. He realized that the disgusting, dirty monster that had been with him all the time could never be summoned again.
His heart was full of hatred. Since his leg was broken, his life seemed to be nothing but hatred. The world was always full of malice towards him, as if he was never willing to give him any kindness. The world despised and despised him, and they all laughed at him as a cripple in their hearts.
But he has a powerful apostle who can make and sell instruments that others don't have. Those people have to fawn on him with false joy.
But now, he doesn't even have the only apostle, he really hates this world.
The muscles on the cripple's face trembled, and he gritted his teeth and climbed up in the snow. He had been practicing for many years. Although he was seriously injured, it was not enough to kill him. There was nothing around him, and the weather seemed to be worse than usual. cold.
A pair of black-gold soap boots stopped in front of him, and the lame raised his head. On top of the boots was a delicate cloud-patterned robe, which was tied to the waist, and on top of it was a handsome face as bright as a jade tree.
The man had a pair of amber demonic pupils, and he was looking down at himself with ice and snow in his eyes.
The lame man was like falling into an ice cave, and he couldn't help shivering. This beautiful man was the demon beside the woman. He knew that the prototype of this demon was a huge silver-white wolf demon, powerful and terrifying, and could kill his powerful apostle in one move.
The fear from childhood took over the cripple's entire body, and his hometown was destroyed by the claws of a huge hairy monster.
Sadly, there was not even the existence of these creatures in the eyes of the demon. He might just be going through a fight, or just venting his temper at will. The sharp claws volleyed into the sky, the roar shook the ground, the hair like waves swept through, and he casually stomped through the village with his Optimus Prime-like limbs, inadvertently destroying everything he cherished most.
He will kill me, just like the monster back then. The lame man closed his eyes numbly.
"Do you remember a blue-black pony? Because he likes sweets, you always brought a piece of caramel to wait for him at the back of the village when you were young." The voice of a monster came from the air.
"What... what?" The lame man was a little stunned.
Layers of those dark and stinky memories were peeled back, revealing the only bit of innocence buried deep within them.
Vaguely when he was very young, there was such a foal.
At that time, the village was still there, and he was just a carefree child. In the back mountain of the village, he met a foal with an unusually beautiful coat that was not very afraid of humans.
He gave the pony his only piece of candy, and they became friends ever since. Every time he came to the back mountain with the caramel he was reluctant to eat, the pony would happily gallop towards him, lick his palms, and let him ride on his back.
The sky was full of sunshine, and the grass was full of carefree joy. But I don't know from which day the pony stopped coming. The little boy held the candy in his hand, and waited day after day on the hillside until it was saccharified and could no longer be eaten. The friend did not appear.
The years that followed became difficult and tragic, and the pain buried the insignificant joy of childhood. If it hadn't been mentioned by the monster in front of him today, the lame man wouldn't even remember such a happy and simple time in his life.
"Most of your companions couldn't succeed, but you got a powerful apostle like Cangju. Do you know why?" The voice of the demon seemed to be starting to move away, appearing ethereal and illusory.
"Why... why?" The cripple rolled his cloudy eyes, "Of course it was because of my formation at that time..."
There seemed to be thunder in his ears, and his mind was in chaos. At that time, he successfully contracted the apostle, and the pride and ecstasy diluted all doubts. Now that he thinks about it, he has to admit that his magic circle does not seem to be very clever, and his magic power is actually not as powerful as Cangju's demon power.
But why did he get the foal
Cang is blue and black, foal is pony - on the grassy slope of the back mountain, the blue-black colt is licking his hand and eating candy.
The cripple widened his pupils and his teeth rattled.
"When he became an adult, he woke up from his deep sleep and ran to you all the way, willing to be your apostle. At that moment, I wonder if you can feel a little bit of his mood now?"
Nan He looked at the sluggish human being caught in the memory in the mud, pulled up his footsteps from the snow, and turned to leave.
The man who stayed behind was over fifty years old, with a broken body, lonely and gloomy, and no longer had any friends by his side. I don't know if his cruel and violent heart could occasionally think of the hillside and the foal that flew towards him.
Nan He didn't know why he walked back on purpose. Perhaps when he saw the scarred figure flying back to the spiritual world, he couldn't help thinking that at least he could convey his true intentions to the human being in front of him.
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At this moment, Yuan Xianger was sitting in the largest jewelry store in Dingzhou City, holding Wu Yuan, in the century-old Fucuixuan.
She asked several companies, and they all said that Fu Cuixuan had the most outstanding skill in making this kind of golden ball, and recommended her to ask.
The shopkeeper of Fu Cuixuan was over forty years old, with a steady and honest appearance. He took the golden ball handed over by Yuan Xianger and scrutinized it for a while, hesitating a little, then raised his head and said, "This thing looks a little old, it's vaguely an exquisite ball passed down by a small shop, but it is excessively damaged, and the pattern and texture are all over it. It is difficult to identify, and I asked the guests to sit with me in the back hall for a while, and let me bring this thing to ask the elders in the family to see if there are still drawings made in the past."
Yuan Xianger followed him to an elegant hall after the store. Compared with the gorgeous style of the store, this hall in the backyard was decorated in a simple and elegant manner, showing the heritage of a century-old home—
Come.
On the red sandalwood carving table are enshrined ancient gold and bronze tripods, blue and white porcelain, nanmu chairs on both sides, a pair of fine brushwork ink paintings and a pair of ebony carved couplets.
The shopkeeper said goodbye and entered, Yuan Xianger sat alone on the top seat and waited, admiring the painting while touching Wuyuan in her arms, "Why did Nanhe run back? I haven't come here for so long."
"Brother Nan must have taken revenge for me. It is estimated that he has already swallowed the lame man." Wu Yuan burrowed out of his head angrily, "No, no, no, that human is too stinky, my brother Nan can go down. Don't talk, don't lose your appetite."
Yuan Xiang'er laughed and laughed, "In the future, when there are many people, you are not allowed to run around, and if someone else takes it away, there will be no dried fish to eat."
"I don't care. I'm scared today. I have to eat a whole bucket of dried fish."
Yuan Xiang'er pointed at the kitten's nose: "Okay, go to the edge of Dongting Lake in a while, eat the small whitebait fish just salvaged from the lake, let the shopkeeper wrap it in flour and sprinkle some salt, and fry both sides until tender, comfort us. The frightened little Wuyuan."
Wu Yuan was very happy now, completely forgetting the shock just now, jumped from Yuan Xiang'er's arms to the ground, and walked around the room,
"Hey, this painting looks like Tianlang Mountain. It reminds me of the last time we played Golden Ball with misogynists." Wu Yuan looked up at the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the hall.
Yuan Xianger looked for fame, and saw the mountains in the painting, the green pines reflecting the snow, and a pair of innocent and drooping sideburns girls happily kicking a delicate golden ball under the pines. The two girls, one in brown and the other in brocade, were depicted vividly by the painter, with their cheerful and vivid expressions as if time had been frozen on the picture scroll.
There are couplets in the left and right books: there are hundreds of essences in the universe, the world is exquisite; the ingenuity is unique, and the temples should not be ungrateful.
Yuan Xianger frowned slightly when she saw the bright smile of the girl on the screen. It was not easy to recognize the faces of the characters with traditional Chinese painting techniques, but she always felt that the girl in brown clothes was inexplicably familiar.
At this time, a friendly-looking maid lifted the curtain, came in with a tea tray, and served Yuan Xianger tea with a smile.
"I'm bothering my sister, dare to ask who this masterpiece in the hall came from?" Yuan Xiang'er asked her.
The maid smiled and raised her sleeves to cover her lips, "This painting was not painted by others, it was handmade by our wife when she was young."
The girls of the merchant family are not like the maids in the Wang family of the aristocratic family who have been taught to keep their mouths shut and dare not speak. This little girl has a lively personality and is very talkative. Yuan Xianger is about the same age as her, and after a few conversations, they quickly become familiar with each other. From her mouth, she learned some widely circulated stories that happened in this century-old shop.
Decades ago, this time-honored brand with exquisite craftsmanship almost lost its inheritance due to the lack of an heir in the family and was missed by villains. Later, thanks to the only female son in the family at that time, that is, the current Mrs. Tai, as a woman, she overcomes all difficulties and shoulders the heavy responsibility of the family.
At that time, Mrs. Tai resisted the rumors and refused to marry outside. She hired a new son-in-law in her twenties and finally led the family to tide over the difficulties. degree of fame.
"Everyone in Dingzhou doesn't know about this, and everyone in Dingzhou praises my wife as a hero among women." The maid mentioned their legendary heroine, her eyes lit up with admiration.
"Everyone says that our Lady Tai is a person blessed by gods, so she can be so wise and professed that she is not inferior to men. I heard that Lady Tai was lost in the Sirius Mountains when she was young, and during the snow-covered season, ten times At this age, I was lost in the depths of the snow-capped mountains for more than a month." She closed her hands and bowed to the picture scroll. "Guess what happened in the end? It came out unscathed. Do you think this was protected by an immortal? on?"
Yuan Xianger and Wu Yuan looked at the painting, you looked at me, I looked at you, and couldn't speak for a long time. They finally remembered the story told by the misogynist. There was a human girl who got lost in the deep mountains. She ate and lived with her and played with the golden ball. In the end, the girl gave the ball to the misogynist, and she never appeared again. Sirius Mountain.
"Your wife's longevity is now?"
"Mrs. Tai has passed the New Year, and she is only sixty out of sixty, and her body is still very strong. She eats two bowls of rice for each meal, and she plays exquisite balls every morning when she wakes up."
While talking here, a series of dense footsteps sounded outside the house.
The first was a gray-haired old lady, leaning on a sandalwood cane, walking hurriedly and looking excited.
"Don't stop me, who is it, who brought this exquisite ball? Come and meet me."
Behind her, she hurriedly chased her daughter-in-law, granddaughter, maids and servants, all of them holding their skirts and running out of breath.
"Mrs. Tai wait a minute and step carefully."
"A-niang, slow down, be careful if you fall, Rong daughter-in-law will make a curtain for you first."
"Grandma walk slowly and wait for my grandson."
The old lady ignored no one, raised her hand to lift the curtain, stepped in first, and looked directly at Yuan Xianger,
Although she is a legendary woman in Dingzhou City, but the years have not treated her leniently, and have already taken away her cardamom years without mercy.
Now she is standing under that hanging painting, in which Nini's daughter, Cu Jinju, will last forever. He painted the snow and frost on the temples, twilight, and the thin hand tightly grasped the deformed golden ball.
The old lady stared at Yuan Xiang'er for a long time, leaning on the cane in her old hand, trembling, and it took a long time to show a disappointed look, "No, you are not Ah Yan, where did you get this golden ball? "
She obviously has a lot of prestige in her daily life. The large and small files behind her followed the house, all of them were curious, but no one dared to say much, and only quietly looked at Yuan Xianger.
Yuan Xiang'er stood up and faced the burning eyes of a group of women, she didn't know where to start.