Bodhi

"Name?" The suzerain played with the young man's dry long hair, with a smile full of interest in his eyes.

This is really a wonderful person. Years of humiliation have made his body shriveled like a skeleton covered with a thin layer of flesh and blood, but his hair is still fluffy, as light as smoke, Like a swirling and pouring wind and mist.As if his body was imprisoned and restricted by inhumanity, all the delusions and desires of struggle took root in his hair, vigorous and unstoppable.

In the pure black pupils of the young man was a pinpoint-sized azure blue. He knelt at the feet of the suzerain, stared blankly at the front, opened and closed his lips, and finally squeezed out a word from his throat hoarsely, as if on sandpaper. The whetstone that was rubbed with difficulty: "...the wind..."

The suzerain laughed: "Feng? It's just right, you are the seventh servant accepted by this seat, and you will be called Feng Qi from now on, how about it?"

Although he asked "how", his tone was not discussing with Feng Bei Lieda. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "sizzing" sound of roasting flesh in front of the young man.

In order to distinguish the servants in this sect from ordinary disciples, they wear uncolored plain white robes, hanging on their bodies alone, with the front open, not a single thread inside, and no decorations around their bodies, as if at any time. A layer of icy shroud can be made, covered on the gradually icy faces of the dead, and buried in the underworld with their owners.

Feng Beilie was also wearing this kind of robe. At this time, the word "Feng" was burned out of thin air very slowly on his exposed chest, as if someone was holding a bright red stylus in mid-air, and with him The pale and bony chest is used as paper, on which I patiently write stroke by stroke.Ordinary people would have been crying and rolling all over the ground long after suffering such cruel torture, but Feng Beilie's expression remained unchanged, letting the burning smell rise in the air, letting the blood and flesh roll The edges were scorched black, and he didn't even wrinkle the corners of his lips, and his expression was as empty and hazy as ever, as if he had been forgotten by time in an unknown corner.

Looking at his face, Su Xuechan stood in the shadow of the hall, and suddenly thought of Zhong Shan a thousand years later, and the competition a thousand years later.Feng Beilie was wearing an ethereal and rolled green robe, with a jade crown tied into his hair, streamers and sleeves intertwined with each other, swaying in the wind like running water, standing beside Yulan Mulberry with purple robe stars, with only the strength of the two of them, The bloody storm that stirred up the entire prehistoric world made the Yaozu stagnate under the rule of the Kingdom of Gods, and was suppressed for a hundred generations...

Is it a dream, or is it not a dream?He never thought that one day he would be able to see him like this again.

Su Xuechan opened her mouth, and suddenly said: "Feng..."

However, as soon as he uttered a word, Feng Beilie raised his bewildered eyes and glanced in the direction where he was standing!

Su Xuechan was startled, the name was stuck in his throat, choked his tongue, and for a moment, he almost thought that Feng Beilie had found him, but he just raised his eyelids aimlessly, With a light sweep, Fu slowly lowered his head again.

The years are blurred, and while he was looking for a way to get out of this pond of memory, Feng Beilie was also growing at an astonishing speed.He has no orthodox education, nor has he come into contact with a normal person as an adult. All he sees, hears, and experiences are blood and death, intrigues and intrigues, violent humiliation and unbearable persecution. , and nothing else.

As far as the Mozong is concerned, the speed and posture of power change are always faster and more subversive.Hong Huang originally respected the strong, if it is said that decentness can still be restrained by being upright, here, the desire for the top and strength no longer needs to be concealed.Feng Beilie, as a servant who is often accompanied by the suzerain, naturally cannot do without the gaze of others and the persecution of others. Adding ingredients to meals and poisoning clothes are all common methods, but he always looks cowardly and cautious. It made people completely confused. I don't know whether he was lucky, or because the suzerain favored him alone and gave him many magic weapons to save his life.

But only Su Xuechan, who followed him all the time, could see that there were very few people in the Blood Refining Sect who knew that he was immortal. In order not to attract the attention of the outside sects, those who benefited from him naturally had to keep this secret secret.Those deadly poison|drugs, the vicious tricks enough to cause ordinary people to die countless times, were all swallowed up by him and imprisoned in his body——he had been sealed for too long, and the resources he could hold in his hands were also scarce. There are too few, so the slightest chance will not be missed.He quietly turned himself into a melting pot of poisons. In the later stage, he even started to make deals with some ambitious people. With a fixed source of medicine, he would use once a day, or several times a day, to dispel those poisons. The things that had been diluted by his blood calmly passed into the Sovereign's body until he collapsed on the bed unsuspecting, and every inch of his body was soaked in toxins.

On the day when the Blood Refining Sect rioted, Feng Beilie finally found his chance. He escaped from the palace where the monks fought, stepped on the red mud with severed limbs, and let the sound of hacking and killing fill the sky. They crisscrossed and clanged beside him, and the blood from the magic weapon splashed from time to time penetrated his body.He only had a blood-stained shabby sackcloth wrapped around his arm, and he was not afraid that the curse shackle on his neck would emit lightning to intimidate him again. He ran all the way according to the map he had traced thousands of times in his heart, and finally broke through the mountain gate. The meager enchantment jumped down in the free howling wind.

Loud!

His body exploded into a frenzied storm, but a dark light still loomed in between.He screamed intermittently, and let out a hoarse and rough roar from his throat. The territory of memory was filled with upside-down chaos. Countless lightning and raging fire split the world from the dark gap, tearing and burning everything to pieces. In the world that belonged to Feng Beilie, his roar was like a thunderclap resounding in unison.At this moment, Su Xuechan had no way of knowing what he had done, nor did he understand what he was thinking at the moment, but after all the turmoil subsided, he saw Feng Beilie lying naked, lying on the ground with the shattered fragments of the shackles In the middle, there was a pile of torn hemp-colored robes lying beside him.

Those were the clothes he wore when he first stepped out of the village, and they were the only old memories he brought out from his hometown.

He didn't know how long he had been in a coma, but he finally stood up unsteadily, fumbled around the edge of the clothes carefully, and awkwardly put on the sackcloth.Although he endured a lot of unbearable treatment and experienced countless inhuman tortures in these years, he still grew taller after all.This dress looked loose when he was a child, but now that he wears it again, the hem only reaches his calves. Walking barefoot on the cobblestones all over the ground, he staggered forward slowly.

Feng Beilie didn't know where this place was, and Su Xuechan didn't know even more. He originally thought that during the great change just now, he could find a way to get out of Feng Beilie's memory, but let him use all kinds of methods. Even if there was no sign of seeing the real world at all, seeing that Feng Beilie had no idea where he was going, he had no choice but to follow, looking around helplessly and anxiously.

...He left for three full days.

The sun and moon in the sky fell alternately, filling the earth with scorching or clear halos. He swayed his legs aimlessly, not knowing where he was going or where he belonged. The sound of the wind whimpering and complaining could not stop echoing around his side, shaking his tattered and tattered clothes, as if guiding him in the direction.

In this case, let's go with the wind.

On the early morning of the fourth day, Su Xuechan finally followed Feng Beihun, and saw a few people on the horizon as the sun rose. At this time, he had already walked for three days and three nights without sleep on the hard and rugged ground with bare feet, and the flesh on the soles of his feet Bleeding from abrasions, scabs on the wounds, calluses from the scabs, and the cocoons were worn away by the long journey to see blood... When he got here, what supported his body was not so much flesh and blood, but two sticky sticks of blood. Even bones.He finally stopped here, staring in a daze at the continuous smoke from the kitchen in the distance.

"Stop!" There was a sudden clash of golden spears and scale armor in front of him, and several shadowy figures appeared in the distance from the horizon. The sun was just rising, and the surrounding fields were brightly lit. Feng Beilie had to raise his head and squint his eyes. look ahead.

Su Xuechan's heart was beating wildly, and the several people walking towards him were tall and tall, all of them had jet-black birds of prey and bulls tattooed on their chests, flowing along their strong and bulging muscles, as if jumping around them. ghost.The first person has a high nose and deep eyes, with a deep and hard outline, and his pupils are like two springs of crimson magma, blazingly invading everything within sight——

——The master of the world, the king of Jiuli, Chi You.

The first time he saw this destined enemy, even though he knew that he was in the memory at this time, Su Xuechan's body inevitably tensed up, and the brand mark on his chest also felt faint pain.At this time, Chi You stood opposite Feng Beilie, frowning, looking at the thin young man in front of him.

"Who are you?" He asked in Jiuli language, his voice was like a low-pitched thunder rolling over the field, shaking everyone's ears, "Why are you standing on the territory of Jiuli?"

Standing in a dry river of blood, Feng Beilie opened his mouth in vain.

The Jiuli soldiers all around looked at him with puzzled and wary eyes, and there was a hint of shock in them.The man in front of him was naked, covered in blood, his exposed elbows and neck were covered with hideous scars, and even the soles of his feet were faintly revealing the bone-white color that made teeth sour. Standing in front of Jiuli Gate at the beginning of the day, there is always an ominous sadness blowing over my face.

Feng Beilie stared blankly at this godlike man, and whispered something in Jiuli dialect.

Chi You tilted his head slightly, with questioning eyes: "What did you say?"

"……help me."

His body finally slumped to the ground, making a dull sound of colliding with the ground in the darkness.

Su Xuechan's field of vision also fell into continuous darkness, and he could only hear sporadic words coming from the ears of Zifeng Beihun, noisy and blurred, like clouds fading in the twilight, and finally, it was Chi You's voice. The voice penetrated everything and resounded throughout the world: "Heal his wounds, and if necessary, use my blood."

After an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up, and Su Xuechan's vision became much brighter.Seeing Feng Beilie open his eyes to look at him, Chi You looked at him with a look of helplessness.

"You..." He cleared his throat before speaking again, "Do you feel better?"

He didn't wait for an answer, because Feng Beilie couldn't speak a long time ago, except for "save me" and "I'm going to kill you" which are the deepest desires in his heart, the rest have been restored and reborn in the body again and again was washed away.

Seeing him like this, Chi You's complexion suddenly darkened.

"You can't talk?!" He suddenly became irritable, "You...how did they treat you?"

Seeing that Feng Beilie still lowered his head and said nothing, only playing with the breeze entangled between his fingers, Chi You suddenly stood up and grabbed his arm.

"I'll teach you." He said resolutely, "Jiuli owes you this, and I will pay it back."

From that day on, there was a thin and lonely young man beside the Lord of Jiuli. Chi You saw the word "Feng" branded on his flesh, so he said to him: "I understand, maybe this surname means something to you." The cruel past, but I am not going to erase it and give you a new identity. It is a shame, and I will not allow you to forget it, on the contrary, you will spend your life washing it off."

He looked outside the door again, looking in the direction where Feng Beilie came that day, turned his head and said in a deep voice to him: "—and you happen to be from the north, so your enemy must be in the north too. Remember that , from today onwards, you will be called Bei Lie, Feng Bei Lie, and you belong to Chi You!"

Su Xuechan frowned and stared at the two people below, full of puzzlement.

Being the same monarch, Emperor Hongshi, Chi You, and even Li Yuan are all people with different personalities.Emperor Hong's family is generous, benevolent and kind, and wins the hearts of the people; Chi You is brave and good at fighting, domineering and martial; Li Yuan is more inclined to be too forgetful, as indifferent and as indifferent as an ice sculpture, not to mention the lords of all sides in the world Almighty, are strongmen with different means of rule.However, according to the presentation in Feng Beilie's memory at this time, Chi You is not a violent overlord at all, and every decision he makes is not lacking in rational considerations. How can there be the brutal madness reborn after a thousand years and the repeated conquests and killings recorded in later generations? cutting?

Is it the same as the truth that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, is it also beautified?

He can't stop thinking, the world below is also a day and a hundred years, Chi You is like a strict teacher, but also like a kind brother, he taught Feng Beilie how to use his abilities, taught him to speak, taught him to learn, taught him How to write one's own name... The vague ambiguity between the two seems to stir up the wildfire in Chunyuan, brewing a fiery disaster in the dark.One day, when Chi You left him to deal with Jiuli's affairs alone, Feng Beilie found a mountain spring in the forest, so he took off his clothes unpreparedly, and was about to go into the water for a wash, but at this moment, Su Xuechan suddenly In the dim light of the sky, he caught a glimpse of his heart, where there was a streak of red hidden in his skin, rising and falling with his breathing, slowly shining brightly.

As if struck by lightning, he opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

...the red line of marriage.

Who is this the red line of his marriage?With Chi You?But Chi You's heart has nothing but tattoos, so who is the thread attached to?

One mystery after another slowly emerged in front of him, as if wandering in the mist that could not see ahead.He came here thousands of years ago to see the real past and to experience everything he and Li Yuan had experienced, but now, the old problems were not solved, and new problems came up. He only blamed himself for being impulsive and giving The soul flower fell in Feng Beilie's decoction, adding more troubles for no reason.

At that time, the branch of the Central Plains, regardless of righteousness or evil, respected the Emperor Hong's family, while Jiuli was independent in the wilderness and became another force to contend with. They are not very involved, but there is only one, which is a grand event that has been passed down from ancient times and all living beings must pay attention to.

Feast in Yaochi.

This day is like an exception to the amnesty of the world. Whether you are a good god who saves the world or a sinful evil spirit, you can find a place at the banquet.Although the Queen Mother of the West is in charge of the five punishments and massacres, she will also put down the sword of the world hanging high on the Kunlun Jade Mountain at this grand event every 800 years, and forgive this time for the prehistoric creatures.

For this Yaochi feast, Chi You took Feng Beilie to go together. On the way, he kept pointing to the guests who passed by, and introduced Feng Beilie, so that he would not be too reserved when he arrived. At this time, Yun There was a shadow of a yellow dragon faintly passing by, Chi You saw it, and immediately said: "Oh, that is Donghuang Yinglong, probably born with a good fate, and he will become a god when he grows up..."

Su Xuechan stared intently at the black and jade-like dragon shadow, his eyes could not help but be filled with tender love, and Feng Beilie had never seen a dragon before, so he was quite curious for a while, he said softly: "The dragon...it is Can it also become a human body?"

"Sure." Chi You bent one knee casually, "I've seen it before, the little face is fair and clean, and the eyes are still golden..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but sneered, and spit out a word from his mouth: "Mother."

Su Xuechan's expression changed suddenly, he turned his head abruptly, glaring at Chi You angrily.

Yes, you are not a mother, you can instantly become a seven-foot man when you spit out your mother's saliva, or what?

He took a deep breath and told himself to calm down, this is just an illusory shadow, why should he be angry here?

However, it seems that he is not the only one who needs reason here.If Feng Beilie hadn't seen the old branch of the Blood Refining Sect during the banquet, then everything would have been peaceful, but the world is such that there is no possibility for people to do so.

Among the endless stretches of red lotus and green lotus, among the jade terraces and pavilions, a gloomy and dark wind suddenly blew up.

The Queen Mother of the West picked up the cup in her hand, her expression could not help but pause.

"Bei Lie!" Chi You realized something was wrong, and hurriedly turned around and pressed his hand, "What's wrong!"

Feng Beilie's whole body was creaking and trembling, as if he had fallen into a bone-piercing ice cave. He stared at a pair of eyes, and a little blue in the pupils was like two dancing hot flames, which could be violently caught on human flesh and blood at any time.

"I want... to kill you...!" The last word was bitten fiercely at the junction of the tip of the tongue and the jaw, and thousands of wind blades roared like thunder, burning the world like a fire!

Chi You's pupils shrank, and he pinched it fiercely with his strong arms. Regardless of how messy the cup that was knocked over by mistake on the case was, he pressed Feng Beilie, who was on the bowstring, heavily into his arms. Lord, the seat of the banquet is naturally at the front, and Feng Beilie is sitting next to him again. This movement has attracted many people's attention to this place, and the Queen Mother of the West said in a low voice: "Master Jiuli, today is Yaochi. feast."

Chi You still couldn't disobey this ancient goddess, so he could only nod yes. He forcibly dragged Feng Beilie behind the pond full of lotus flowers, and let the opponent's teeth tear a deep bloody hole on his arm. He shouted loudly: "Feng Beilie, how did I teach you?! Everything you learned from me was taken away by the wild dogs in Fangyayuan, right?!"