The blood moon hangs high in the sky.
He sat in the magic palace, holding the wine bottle in his hand, drinking wine to the moon, and looking down at the wine in the glass.
The wine is sparkling in the moonlight, and it is also reddish.
I don't know when it started, but the world in his eyes was covered with a faint blood.
The entanglement is attached to the bones, lingering.
Maybe it was because of the exercises he practiced, maybe it was because the killing was too much, it went against the harmony of heaven, or maybe it was because he himself was a monster, and he had forgotten it anyway.
He also forgot what color the original world was.
The Shura Sword hummed hoarsely by the table.
The magic sword has a spirit, and although it cannot speak, it can convey thoughts.
- It is thirsting for killing and blood.
He turned his head and glanced lightly.
This sword was the spoils of war he seized when he destroyed the Soul Refining Sect.
He liked the sword very much.
Because in his eyes, the color of the Asura sword is very beautiful, and it is different from those thin red and pale things, it is a rich and bright red, especially when it crosses the enemy's body.
It's just that the personality of this sword is sometimes too greedy.
Same as his previous owner.
"Quiet." He said, "No more noise, and it will break you."
The body of the Shura Sword trembled, and immediately calmed down.
He clings to the wine glass, drank the wine in it, stood up, and walked out of this side hall.
How many people came over and bowed to him.
"Your Highness."
He nodded slightly, "What's the matter?"
One person said: "In three days, it will be the birthday of the Honored Lord. All the sects of the Demon Sect have carefully prepared congratulatory gifts for the Honored Lord. The elders of the sect leaders will also come to the Demon Palace to celebrate the Honored Lord."
He nodded nonchalantly, he never paid much attention to birthdays. In fact, he had already forgotten the exact date of his birthday. When the Demon Sect cultivators came to ask him, he just casually said a date.
That is, the day he came out of the Demon Abyss to see the light of the sky again.
It's just that the people in the Demon Sect have a deep respect for him, and attach great importance to his birthday. Every birthday is a special event. Treasures are offered like flowing water, and they play a show of loyalty. .
Although he was not interested in treasures and instruments, it was a bit interesting to see those people who were clearly afraid of him and who were still clenching their teeth to flatter and invite pets.
The man hesitated for a moment, then spoke again.
"Honored lord, Daomen also sent a congratulatory gift to venerable lord this time, dare to ask venerable lord..." He wiped the sweat from his forehead, "At that time, should this gift be presented together with other gifts, or should it belong to Next? Go ahead and deal with it in Kaifeng. After all, Taoist scholars have always been at odds with my demons. If you say that it is a gift, I am afraid there is a misfortune."
"A gift from Daomen? Who sent it?"
The man said: "It was sent by the Chen family."
He raised his eyebrows, "Chen clan? A bit? Meaning?"
He added, "You don't have to move that gift first."
The few people responded quickly, then turned around and stepped back.
On September 17th, in the magic palace, the lights are always on.
The human-skinned ghost-faced lantern was swaying in the high sky, and the blood-colored red carpet was long on the ground. He sat on his head and watched thousands of demon monks bow down to him, shouting praises.
But feel a little disillusioned.
The congratulatory gifts were brought up one by one like flowing water, opened, and then thrown into the treasure pile beside him.
But no one dared to say no.
Finally, a long black box was brought up.
The long box was square and square, with no patterns or decorations, and it looked a bit shabby. It was a gift, but it looked like a coffin.
The subordinates next to him all looked at the black wooden box as if facing a great enemy, and he only curled his lips lazily.
"Open things up."
Several subordinates just walked over with trembling footsteps.
With the sound of "creaking" when the box was opened, the tip of his pupil shrank slightly.
In a blood-red world.
He saw a gleam of unspeakable whiteness.
Reminds him of the cleanest snow on the top of the mountain in his incomparably distant memory.
My heart skipped a beat, and I lowered my body to see it clearly.
The world suddenly shook violently, and he saw the surrounding scenes shatter in pieces, and the fragments of the souls of hundreds of millions of undead were still habitually screaming in his mind, and finally twisted into confusion.
…
In the small bamboo building, Shen Shu slowly opened his eyes.
His pupils were extremely black, as if the darkness of the world was condensed into them, and blood was surging in the deepest depths, rising and overflowing, as if to flow down from the sockets of his eyes.
He glanced sideways at the window, then froze, staring at the rising sun outside the window.
The brilliant golden color is reflected in the pupil membrane
He looked at it for a while, then withdrew his gaze and stood up.
After retreating for a long time, a thin layer of dust had accumulated on his clothes. At this moment, with the movement of his getting up, it was drenched in the midday sunlight and floating in the air of the room.
He stood up straight, his body swayed slightly, raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, his voice was hoarse.
"Who designed the deity..."
He stood there, centered on others, and the darkness that had merged with him and was indistinguishable from each other rushed out like countless wild pythons, occupying the entire room without air.
The paper on the table was scattered on the ground, the porcelain bottle storing the Huaying Pill was broken, and the medicinal pill was rolling.
"… Ok?"
He sensed the power that he could drive, and found that compared with his normal time, it was not even one ten thousandth of the power.
And it is also faintly suppressed by the spiritual energy in the body.
Reiki
His Jiuzhuantian demon body has been cultivated to the ninth level, and his body is completely condensed with demonic energy. How can there be such a thing as spiritual energy
He used his divine sense to look inside his body, but suddenly noticed a white jade villain in his heart.
Tiny and cute.
This is his... Yuan Ying
His consciousness circled around this little man twice, and seeing the other person still sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, he stretched out the tentacles of his consciousness and poked the other person's white lotus-like arm lightly.
The little man was poked and moved to the side.
Immediately, he became intrigued, using his divine sense to poke east and west, and when he touched it
He thought, why won't it open its eyes to see? Look? Me
Just thinking about it like this, the villain actually opened his eyes and looked up at him slightly.
Those eyes were as black as jade, as if there were thousands of autumn frosts and snow, and they stared at him quietly, which made him startled.
Can you really open your eyes
He also thought, he can open his eyes, but can he still speak
"...Shen Shu."
A familiar and cold voice echoed from my heart.
The voice seemed to be an introduction, which made him feel a sudden sharp pain in his head.
He hugged his head, and a muffled murmur escaped from his lips.
Fang Cai's voice was calling him "Shen Shu"
But who is Shen Shu, and who is he
Did he climb out of the bottom of the Demon Abyss with difficulty and swallow the ghosts of hundreds of millions of monsters, or is he... or...
"Shen Shu."
The cold voice resounded in his heart again, as if a bright light had penetrated through the confusion in his mind.
He remembered.
Shen Shu is his name.
And in the heart of the palace? The appearance of the white jade villain is clearly his...
His voice was low and he called out slowly.
"Master..."
his master.
Where his mind goes.
Shen Shu swayed and stood still, and climbed the entire darkness of the room to regain his body, and the sun shines back into the room again.
He looked down at the palm of his hand, and it felt as if he was in a different world.
"What's going on..." he murmured in a low voice.
Could it be that what Fang Cai had experienced was the calamity he encountered when he broke through the Nascent Soul
Or the sequelae of the Demon Soul Losing Home on the Ascension Step before
No, not right.
Heart Demon Tribulation is illusory and invisible, born of obsession, but the memories that exist in his mind are too real.
Those knowledge, those experiences, as if engraved deeply in his mind, were not forced, but more like... he originally possessed.
And when he was seized by the demon soul on the steps to the sky, he also fell into hallucinations and did some things like a dream, but after he woke up, those dreams passed away like fingertips of gravel, nothing left? half trace.
Shen Shu looked at the lines on his palm, his extremely black pupils were dark and deep, and for a while he seemed to have become the supreme demon who sat on a high seat, ordered all demons, and was unpredictable.
However, when he saw the white jade villain in his body, the expression of the Supreme Demonic Dao softened.
He rubbed his face, concealed the sullenness on his face, walked to the door, opened the closed door bolt, and walked out of the room.
There was a breeze blowing by his side, and the bright sun fell on him.
In the distance, the bamboo forest is green, the birds are flying, and the fragrance of flowers is permeating.
It is spring.
I have been in retreat for more than three months
I don't know what happened to the flowers he planted for his master.
There is also the meal and daily life of his master. When he is away, there is no one to cook for Ye Yunlan. Will Ye Yunlan be hungry and thin.
If he loses weight, as an apprentice, he will feel distressed.
Stepping into the flowerbed, Shen Shu suddenly saw that someone was busy in it, he paused and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Not Master.
Aware of this, the expression on his face became much lighter, and his brows slightly furrowed.
The flowerbed was the place he built for Ye Yunlan himself. On weekdays, only he and Ye Yunlan could enter it. How could there be other people in it
Shen Shu narrowed his eyes dangerously like a beast that had invaded his territory.
He was about to walk over, when he saw the door of the bamboo building suddenly opened, and a person walked out.
White clothed with black hair, with a complexion like snow, holding a tea cup in his hand.
It is the person who is on his mind.
He looked at Ye Yunlan's figure, it was only three months that he hadn't seen each other, but he seemed to have gone through a long time before finally being able to meet this person again.
With the eyesight of his Nascent Soul period, that person could see everything clearly, he looked at it for a long time and couldn't help frowning.
Ye Yunlan lost weight.
The complexion seems to be... pale.
At this moment, the person tidying up in the flowerbed stood up and patted the soil on his body.
With a handsome face and tall stature, it was the senior brother He Lanze.
However, He Lanze's customary high-crown in Xuanfu has been replaced by a gray robe with a bunt, and his body is stained with mud. There is no such thing as the aloofness of the senior sect elder brother before, which makes it difficult to recognize for a while. out.
Ye Yunlan didn't see Shen Shu standing in the distance, and walked to Helanze with a tea cup.
The voice of the two talking came into Shen Shu's ears.
"Brother has worked hard."
Helan smiled and said, "It's not hard work. This flowerbed is very big, and my junior brother is doing it by himself. I don't know how to do it? When the time is up, you are not in good health. Let senior brother do these things."
He paused, then said: "Yes, when I was out on a mission a few days ago, I saw a blue firework in the secret realm. Whenever the sun rises, there will be blue smoke around the flowers. It is beautiful, I have brought it back and planted it in a corner of the flowerbed, you can go and watch it in your spare time.”
"...Senior brother doesn't have to do this for me."
"Senior brother? Just wanted to make you happy."
He Lanze stretched out his hand to take the tea cup from Ye Yunlan's hand, lowered his head and took a sip, a gentle look appeared in his sharp eyebrows, and said, "You have been living here alone for the past two years, and you will feel lonely. It's good to enjoy the flowers. Pastime, but it might be better if there is someone to accompany you."
Ye Yunlan just kept silent.
"Junior Brother, you know what I want." He Lanze looked at Ye Yunlan with determination, "You said that I am too arrogant, and I am so innocent right now, it is hard to be sympathetic to those who don't care, you and I are not suitable. But now that I have changed a lot, I am willing to listen to the words of others, regardless of their status. I am also willing to explain the cultivation difficulties to the low-level disciples of the sect. Collect evidence in person, instead of listening to the one-sided words of others. Junior Brother, I say this to let you know that I am sincere to you, and I am willing to change for you.”
"Besides, your current body... It's almost too late."
There was a hint of worry between Helanze's brows. He was very sincere, and it was difficult to cheat.
He stared into Ye Yunlan's eyes and said seriously.
"Junior brother, give senior brother a chance, okay?"