Good jade produces smoke, which can be expected but not placed before the eyelashes. Note 1
This Wangyou Valley has an evil spirit throughout.
The last time Cheng Qian entered Wangyou Valley, he was still a child who didn't understand anything, and he didn't even know what kind of oolong he had made to enter by mistake. , wandering around the periphery for a long time, always back to the original point.
Master's death hit him so hard back then that the road he took to escape from Wangyou Valley with a puddle was already blurred. He only remembered that although he ran quite embarrassedly, there seemed to be more beasts on the way. , not particularly dangerous.
However, at this time, his fierce and unparalleled frost blade was crouching beside him like a sheep, and he was as frightened as anything.
Cheng Qian silently revolved the whole body's true essence, recited the Jingjing Sutra, pinched a hand formula, and wiped it lightly around his eyes. Frost flashed in his eyes, and ordinary ghost tricks must be useless under the eyes of such Yuanzhi. However, Cheng Qian looked around, and his brows slowly wrinkled.
This valley is so calm, so calm that it almost reveals a strangeness.
The mountains are like jade, and the jungle is beautiful - but there is no demonic air, nor the fresh air of mountains and rivers in such a big valley.
Quietly, like a painting.
Cheng Qian didn't move, he sat down silently, hugged Yuan Yi, and tried his best to calm down his slightly impetuous mood. Immediately, a question surfaced - he remembered that the master said that Shizu and the others "all the way from Fuyao. The mountain hit Wangyou Valley, two hundred miles away."
Why Forget Worry Valley
Could it be that Fuyao Mountain is not big enough for those great talents to exert themselves
When Cheng Qian was young, he had no common sense, and he had a black eye on everything in the cultivation world. He always felt that ghosts were walking on the road at night and bumped into each other. It was not until he cultivated Yuanyuan and touched the heavenly robbery that he vaguely felt it. Something ubiquitous—as if everything that happens in the world has a different metaphor, a certain secret order.
What is the metaphor for "Forgotten Worry Valley"
Was it really just a coincidence that he strayed into Wangyou Valley
The sky gradually darkened, the smell of warm jade in the valley gradually dimmed, and the sound of "shasha" came from the wind, as if countless people walked past him indifferently and neatly.
When the last ray of sunlight fell down the mountain, his frost blade suddenly began to "buzz" without warning.
Cheng Qian opened his eyes abruptly, only to see a ragged mortal child in front of him at some point.
The child had thin arms and thin legs, and he didn't look like he had eaten enough. Only his head appeared to be extra large, at most seven or eight years old, and he could see the leaking baby teeth in his mouth when he grinned.
He squatted quietly on the side, and when Cheng Qian opened his eyes to look at him, he dragged his chin and laughed.
Cheng Qianqian had been retreating in the ice pool in Mingming Valley for decades before breaking through the wall. Naturally, he had an air of ice that would not disperse and that strangers should not enter. If he did not restrain his breath, let alone a mortal, he would be an ordinary monk. It is also inevitable to be apprehensive.
But this mortal brat in front of him showed no fear, and curiously stretched out his dirty fingers in front of him, and tapped slightly on the frosted blade covered with ice. It might have been frozen, and he bared his teeth. With a grin, he retracted his fingers and asked, "Xiusai, why are you sitting here alone to sleep?"
Cheng Qian paused and said, "I'm not a scholar."
"Oh, then are you a master of Juren?" The child's eyes widened. "My father said that only a scholar can wear a robe like yours, and a countryman can't afford it if he has to work in the soil."
A wild boy in the country who didn't understand anything, couldn't explain it, Cheng Qian didn't say much, just smiled at him.
The child bared his teeth and said, "My name is Erlang, do you want to enter the valley? My family lives there."
After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Wangyou Valley. Cheng Qian moved slightly in his heart. When will there be someone in Wangyou Valley
Looking at the child again, Cheng Qian always felt that something was wrong with him, and immediately got up, followed the jumping child thoughtfully into the valley.
Strange to say, the original road that went round and round seemed to suddenly open, revealing a smooth road, and happily put the two of them in.
Erlang walks very honestly. Sometimes he wants to fight fireflies, sometimes crouches down to pick flowers, sometimes picks up pebbles and throws them into the ditch, sometimes grabs Cheng Qian's clothes with his muddy hands and chats endlessly.
"My family didn't live here before. I was hit by a catastrophe a while ago. My father died and my mother didn't want me. I moved here with my grandfather and many other villagers."
Cheng Qian had a vague guess in his heart, and asked, "What disaster?"
"I don't know," Erlang said, "I don't understand. Grandpa and the others said that the immortals punished them or something. Alas, the immortals are dead—Master Juren, where do you live? Are you a high-ranking official?"
Cheng Qian was stagnant, but the child didn't expect him to answer. He grabbed Cheng Qian's hand holding the sword without fear, raised his head and pretended to be mature and said, "Then you must be a good official."
Cheng Qian's hand trembled slightly.
Because of his practice, his body temperature was much lower than that of a normal person, and he was holding an extremely cold object like a frost blade in his hand.
Cheng Qian lowered his head, and Erlang showed him a toothless smile without any worries, only to see a few bright red spots between the neckline and cuffs of the child who could not cover his body.
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It is said that only people who freeze to death will have such bright red spots on their bodies.
In an instant, Cheng Qian suddenly realized that only the place where he sleeps can he forget the worries of the world.
He paused in his footsteps and asked in a low voice, "Are you cold?"
Erlang listened and shook his head with a hippy smile: "I still feel hot!" Note 2
His brows were serene, but his face seemed to have blue and white marks.
At this time, an old low voice came from a distance: "Erlang, go home quickly!"
Erlang listened, immediately let go of Cheng Qian's hand, jumped his feet and said, "Come on!"
He jumped on the spot lively twice, and said to Cheng Qian: "My grandfather called me, Master Juren, where are you going, find someone yourself."
Said, the child hummed a country tune that he didn't know where, and jumped away.
Only there is no shadow under him.
"Hey." Cheng Qian suddenly stopped him, and Erlang turned around with a pair of Wugou's big eyes.
Cheng Qian leaned on the countless frost blades of dead souls, and stood quietly in the same place, in the dark night, like a handsome face, he said softly: "I was also called Erlang when I was young."
For a moment, he seemed to see the mixed forks of fate after countless joys, angers, sorrows and joys.
Since Yuan settled in Juling Jade, he has never felt the connection between the joys and sorrows of the world.
Erlang listened, glanced at him in surprise, scratched the messy hair on his head, and ran away with a smile.
Cheng Qian let out a sigh of relief, and suddenly there was a desire in his heart. If there really is a place for dead souls in the world, then
He turned into a shadow, and the wind swept across the beautiful but lifeless village, straight into the heart of the valley.
The roaring tigers and wolves that he encountered last time were gone, and Cheng Qian vaguely understood that the hungry wolves and wild beasts that made him flee in a hurry were all just when he was young. Minions" is a debilitating nightmare.
This time, Cheng Qian didn't get lost again, and he quickly found where Tong Ru's corpse was.
It was the night of the new moon, the night sky was like a wash, there was no Chanjuan in sight, only the stars were ten thousand, and the bones of the years seemed to have an indescribable tranquility and kindness, and they did not look terrible. Cheng Qian could almost feel the faint resonance between the frost blade and the white bone in front of him.
At this moment, the scene in front of him changed suddenly, as if a curtain covering something was pulled open.
A voice whispered softly in his ear: "When was the happiest time in your life? When was the most painful time? Why did you take this road, have you regretted it all these years?"
This voice was very familiar, but Cheng Qian couldn't figure out where he had heard it. In an instant, he saw his weasel master rushing into the rain curtain with the young him in his arms. The gray child raised his head ignorantly, and in his hand there was a beggar chicken that had just broken through the mud
With a flick of the road, he suddenly arrived at the Fuyao Mountains, in the tender and flowery township, the arrogant young man perfunctoryly instructed the little girl to grab a handful of pine nuts for the child in front of him, and Xiao Cheng Qian, who was not as tall as an adult, showed disapproval on his face. With it on the corners of his eyes and brows, as soon as he went out, he casually handed the package of candy to the equally annoying junior brother.
Cheng Qiangui walked over on a mission, reached out and took the package of pine nuts in the middle of the way, and put one in his mouth. The intense sweetness stimulated his tongue, which had never been sour and bitter in a long time, and was almost in a trance.
Cheng Qian involuntarily let the child on the stairs walk slowly to the young man who had to comb his hair eight hundred times that day, watching him arrogantly turn a bunch of girls and Daotongzhi around, something in his heart suddenly burst. It drowned him like a smash.
Cheng Qian stepped forward abruptly, raised his hand and hugged the young man into his arms, as if he was holding the only treasure in his life.
The eldest brother hadn't grown up yet, and his skeleton still had the slenderness of a young man, and his stature, which was slightly slower than his peers, could only reach Cheng Qian's lips.
Cheng Qian raised his head slightly and rested his chin on the boy's head. For a moment, his eyes were blurred.
It was the happiest moment of his life, but also the most painful moment.
He faced himself without any worries, hugged the person he missed the most, and clearly knew where he belonged in his life. At the same time, he also clearly understood that all this was fake, and that all hope was as slim as the line at sunset. skylight.
Years passed, and it was already dead.
At this moment, a sigh suddenly came from his ears, Cheng Qian's arms were suddenly empty, he raised his head, and saw that many illusions had disappeared, Real Master Mu Chun was in front of him at some point, Bei Ming Jun Tong Ru was a little further away, his hands and feet were gone. Bound by jet-black chains, his whole body was shrouded in a mass of white light. From the white light, sharp swords were born all the time, slashing the flesh and blood all over his body, but he was very peaceful sitting side by side with his white bones, and there was no pain in sight.
Cheng Qian: "Master? This is Master Shizu"
Tong Ru nodded at him from a distance, and said, "The sin is unforgivable. After death, you will be punished by a mountain of swords, a sea of fire, and a thousand swords. It doesn't look bloody, right?"
Cheng Qian: ""
The real Mu Chun waved at him with a smile, and said with emotion: "When I grow up, I still look like a ghost with no face, it's not likable at all."
Cheng Qian said softly, "Is it very pleasing to be like a big brother every day, changing the law to be a monster?"
Real Man Mu Chun smiled and said, "Since he is so disgusting, why are you holding on to it?"
Cheng Qian's face darkened slightly, he closed his eyes, and after a long while, he said in a low voice, "Yes, this disciple is arrogant."
Mu Chun's smile gradually faded, and he wanted to raise his hand to touch Cheng Qian's head as usual, but when he raised his hand, he found that Cheng Qian was taller than himself. stopped in mid-air.
Cheng Qian silently put the frost blade aside and knelt down.
Master Mu Chun: "How could you be here?"
"Wangyou Valley is a place of death in the world," Tong Ru said calmly in the distance, "Most of the world's displaced souls will linger here for a while, and then disperse separately. Dead, wait here with the plants and trees. It stands to reason that strangers can't get in. The last time the soul-devouring lamp and I were both killed together, he inspired his half-perfect soul-chasing talisman, because you are no longer counted. Living people, these two little things can't be considered human, so they are wrapped together this time, he is no longer a mortal body, and of course he can come and go freely."
Cheng Qian smiled bitterly and said, "My soul is in the Three Realms, and my body is already outside the threshold. I won't have the face to say 'heart serves as a form' in the future."
Real Man Mu Chun looked at him deeply and asked, "Son, what are you doing in Wangyou Valley?"
Cheng Qian explained the cause and effect in full detail.
"Oh," Reality Mu Chun showed no expression on his face. After a while, he said coldly and sharply, "I thought you were here to visit the grave, but you were here to dig a grave after so much trouble."
Cheng Qian: ""
Although it is true.
Real Master Mu Chun folded his hands into his sleeves and sighed, "Alas, it's better to raise an apprentice than a dog, you'll grow up like a white-eyed wolf."
Tong Ru smiled next to him and said, "I've seen it, my sword cultivator doesn't use foreign objects as a medium, the entry is all wooden swords, the master is just a decoration, and of course there is no messy reception around you. If you talk about reception, only Fuyao wooden sword dharma body, why, have you forgotten the scene when you were led by that wooden sword when you were a child?"
When every teenager picks up the wooden sword for the first time and is immersed in the ridiculous looking start, he will be led by the wooden sword to the realm of sword intent. Cheng Qian's thoughts turned sharply, and he suddenly understood something.
Tong Ru smiled slightly, the shackles on his hands rattled, and said, "That's it, go, don't come again. And next time you come, I'm afraid you won't be able to see us."
Those who are immortal and immortal, wait here to coexist with the grass and trees.
Cheng Qian couldn't help but ask, "Master, did you really go to the Secret Realm of Sansheng?"
The corners of Mu Chun's eyes twitched slightly, as if a very painful thing was brought up by a sentence.
"Well, I've been there," Tong Ru said with the same expression, the old monk said, "I went to ask Xu Yingzhi, and he gave me three big omen, and advised me to obey the destiny and wait for death, I think It's useless to keep this kind of friend for the New Year, so I went back and passed the seal of the head to your little master, and I went down to the stage of no regrets."
"Don't regret what?"
"'If you come and go, don't look back, you have no regrets and no regrets', oh, everyone is also called 'Heart Demon Terrace'," Tong Ru said, "Fuyao Mountain is a congenital secret realm, you must know it, according to legend The secret realm was a soaring powerful man who moved from outside the Three Realms to guard the inner demon platform and separated the human realm from the group of demons.
Cheng Qian was stunned when he heard the words: "Really?"
"Most of it is fake, it's roughly the same as Hongjun Kaimeng and Pangu Kaitian, it's just a story," Tong Ru looked at him with a smile. When the sect of ten thousand demons laughed, not only was it not scary at all, but it was very kind." But I don't regret the stage is true, there is a piece of heaven-defying thing on the stage"
Cheng Qian blurted out: "What you want to do becomes a stone?"
"After I entered the secret realm of Sansheng, I became obsessed with my obsession, and I went into the devil. Ignoring the advice of the Four Sages, I sacrificed millions of souls and made an irredeemable wish to it."
The last few words of his actually had a deep meaning, and Cheng Qian suddenly remembered the sentence "the person who died in vain in your hands" when the master first sealed the soul of Beiming, and he couldn't help but feel cold.
"The dead souls you met outside the valley were actually planted at that time," Tong Ru said with a wry smile, "My sin is unforgivable, but it can be regarded as my wish come true."
Cheng Qian couldn't help but ask: "Who led you to the secret realm of Sansheng?"
There was no resentment on Tong Ru's face, but only said: "The person who was punished."
Cheng Qian wanted to ask further questions, but the real Mu Chun suddenly sighed and interrupted him: "Xiao Qian, it's almost dawn."
The east was already white, and Cheng Qian was startled.
Reality Mu Chun looked at him and said with a smile, "I was thinking that you could stay for a while longer, but it seems that it will not work."
It was fine before, for some unknown reason, when Cheng Qian heard this sentence, tears almost fell, and after holding back for a long time, he finally choked and said, "I want to stay here with Master for a long time, but I still have a hundred days with one person. Appointment, don't dare to break the appointment."
Not far away, Tong Ru showed a wry smile, as if gratified, but also as if he was thinking of something.
He suddenly raised his hand, and the chains all over his body made a "crashing" sound, and the aura of the swords imposed on him skyrocketed, pushing Cheng Qian out.
The face of the real Mu Chun gradually blurred, and the soul of a thousand miles passed quickly from under his feet.
Cheng Qian didn't know anything for a while.
The author has something to say: Note 1 "Liang Yusheng smoke is placed before the eyelashes" - Sikong Tu and Jipu Shu
Note 2: Some people who freeze to death will have the illusion that they are hot before dying
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