The Stars Cross the Frost Ocean

The Stars Cross the Frost Ocean

Author: Guyan Fengwan

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In the original Moxiangtongshou "The Patriarch of the Demon Dao", this article is Xue Xiao, with a slight abuse in the middle, and the ending is HE.The author is fellow Taoist, a high school student, the result of spontaneous imagination because of regretting Xue Xiao's feelings.I hope Xue Xiaofans can give a lot of support, the writing style is immature, don't spray if you don't like it.Crab everyone! [Bows]

Content tags: Sadomasochism, deep love, past life, present life, a match made in heaven

Search keywords: Protagonist: Xue Yang, Xiao Xingchen┃Supporting roles: Song Lan, Zhuo Qing (self-created), Bai Yu (self-created)┃Others: There should be no...

Wake up

Xiao Xingchen had a dream.

In the dream, there was a vast mist of blood, so dark that there was no light, but strangely, there was no unpleasant smell, but it was full of the smell of grass and trees.An all-too-familiar chuckle, paired with three points of frivolity and seven points of ruthlessness, sounded next to his ear: "Taoist priest, don't forget about me, let's wait and see."As if an evil spirit had strangled his neck, Xiao Xingchen trembled all over, suddenly startled.Subconsciously called out: "A Yang!" No one answered, and there was still a dead silence, and the goal should have been the darkness deeper than ink, but at this moment, it was the stars and fireflies flying, standing not far away There is a piece of pure black and transparent basalt stone, engraved with three large characters of "Samsara Dao" in thin and old characters.Although Xiao Xingchen was surprised, more doubts and disbelief were surging in his mind.He touched his eye sockets tentatively, there should have been two empty blood holes, but at this moment he really felt the hard and soft touch.It happened that there was a clear river in front of me, and some mysterious fluorescent lights swirled and danced on top of another equally clear basalt stone, with the words "Memory Stone" printed in the same old handwriting, reflecting a beautiful and handsome picture in the clear river water. She has a beautiful face, sickly pale skin, a pair of eyes shining brightly like stars, bright eyes and white teeth, two strands of blue silk hanging down smoothly, and the rest of her dark hair is pinned up with a light-colored hair ornament.The snow-white Taoist robe was skillfully embroidered with clever patterns with silver thread, and the whole body was thin and weak.However, the sharp end in the middle of the river suddenly swirls and rippling, as if something is depositing and rolling in the middle of the river.Discharge bursts of water spray.The curiosity surging in his blood controlled Xiao Xingchen's movements, making him uncontrollably move as far as possible towards the river surface bit by bit.

Yicheng.At dusk□□dawn, a few faint rays of morning light on the horizon shone into a simple and elegant house. On the tidy stone floor was a somewhat blurred symbol, the Amulet of Resurrection.Xiao Xingchen had been lying here before, but now there is no trace of his existence.A young man was lying on the wooden bed, and beside the bed was a dark-colored amulet, announcing its owner, Xue Yang.Dressed in a black robe, gloomy like a dark night, with sharp-edged cheeks, handsome and graceful.The two hands protruding from the sleeves have a total of nine fingers. In the white and slender hands, a sword that is as bright as white snow is tightly held. The tip of the sword has faint spiritual power flowing, showing the word "Shuanghua".

At this moment, Xue Yang's consciousness is in the sea.

In the deep silence, there are dim and weak starlight everywhere, flickering and flickering, in the vast and vast starry sky, only his figure is reflected, and there is no moon in the long night.Xue Yang looked around coldly, not having a single tool to defend himself.

But Xue Yang didn't need these either.

A gentle and clear voice sounded out of nothingness, softly calling out: "A Yang..." For Xue Yang, that voice was reincarnated in dreams every night, and he was very familiar with it. For a moment, Xue Yang's heavy defense Being torn apart, his eyes showed ignorance and bewilderment: "Master Dao?" As if he was not sure, he called again: "Master Dao, is that you?"

However, there was no sign of trouble to answer him, a gust of cold wind blew across his cheek like a cold knife, like a silent mockery.Xue Yang was stunned.The voice seemed to disappear into the vast night, and there was no trace of it.Feeling sad and bitter in his heart, the boundless sense of loneliness swayed down the sky, Xue Yang suddenly caught a glimpse of a white figure in the distance, the white robe was rippling, and the black hair was fluttering in the wind, just standing there without any movement, very much like Xiaoxing dust.Xue Yang's eyes were filled with the emotion and pain of regaining what was lost, and he tried his best to pull back a glimmer of sobriety from the edge of ecstasy, and walked towards the figure step by step.

"Master Dao, I lost the spirit lock bag, but it doesn't matter, I will take it back one day." At the beginning, his voice was somewhat helpless, but in the end, it turned into a desolate voice. smile.

The voice gradually became low, mixed with a bit of sadness, "Master Daoist, I have been guarding Yicheng."

"..." Xue Yang hadn't said "I miss you" before the white-clothed figure disintegrated into fluorescent lights that flew past his fingertips without stopping for a moment.Xue Yang's hope was once again shattered, and without waiting for him to mourn, his body quickly became transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye...

The stars had fallen and the night had receded. Xue Yang slowly opened his dark eyes on the bed, and the warm morning sun shone on his cold and lonely face, which was very inconsistent.

The orange sunset shone on the bustling streets. Xiao Xingchen only saw a child in ragged clothes, coarse cloth patches, disheveled clothes, and disheveled hair. He vaguely felt a little familiar, but there seemed to be an invisible His strength is as strong as restraining him, and after thinking about it for a while, he has a splitting headache.Immediately afterwards, a man with a swollen face and a fierce expression casually took a very tough rattan whip soaked in salt water, spat, raised his thick forearm high, and viciously lifted the thin little boy in front of him. The child fell to the ground, "Crack, crack, crack..." There were several creepy crackling sounds of the whip on the flesh, the child had been whipped to pieces, and the tender red flesh was cracked ferociously outwards, faintly There are dense bones and blood gushing out.He cried out for help weakly, as if exhausting all his strength, he kept shaking, shaking like chaff.Xiao Xingchen was hit hard in his heart, as if breaking through some obstacle, recalling the story Xue Yang had told him, he recognized who it was all at once. "Chang Ci'an, stop!" However, no one looked at him.Xiao Xingchen was anxious in his heart, and wanted to hold the man hostage, but found that he had passed through Chang Cian's arm, and Chang Cian was not affected at all, and was still waving the cane whip with a grinning grin.

Here, Xiao Xingchen is just a passing image, he is powerless to stop anything from happening.So Xiao Xingchen could only lose his soul as he watched how Xue Yang, who was only seven years old, crushed a little finger into a puddle of mud. Mottled with tears.He murmured: "A Yang", repeating it several times, he seemed to understand why Xue Yang was so vengeful later on.

Xue Yang seemed to be stained with a cruel warm color, and even the air was filled with a strong sweet smell.

Xiao Xingchen woke up, but there were still traces of wet tears on his face.A black figure came hurriedly, and his tone was full of surprise: "You're awake." Xiao Xingchen glanced and knew it was Zichen, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.Song Lan's bright eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement: "What Hanguang-jun and Senior Wei said really came true, Xingchen, how do you feel?" Xiao Xingchen was puzzled: "Oh"? So Song Lan sent Wei Wuxian told everything about Yizhuang, Xiao Xingchen's eyes tightened, and he bit his lower lip: "His left arm was cut off?" Song Lan hesitated, "He's not dead... ..." Xiao Xingchen felt a little relieved, but the pain and sadness between his brows did not decrease a bit.

With a faint heart, Song Lan said seriously: "Xingchen, since you are awake, where are you going?" Song Lan closed her eyes, fearing that Xiao Xingchen would uncontrollably mourn when he said that answer. .However, Xiao Xingchen was full of thoughts, changing over and over again, just wanted to avoid that person first, so he sighed: "Together with you, we will conquer demons and eliminate sycophants."

Song Lan suddenly opened his eyes, brimming with unbelievable excitement: "Really?" Xiao Xingchen felt slightly bitter, but still nodded.

In the afternoon, Song Lan packed her luggage, approached Xiao Xingchen hesitantly, and said, "I'm afraid we have to go back to Yizhuang."Xiao Xingchen was astonished, and was stripped away layer by layer of fear by the sudden news. He concealed the turmoil in his heart, and forced himself to say: "Why?" Song Lan smiled wryly: "Your frost fell in Yizhuang Yes." Paused for a while, seemingly unwilling, but still said: "I also know you don't want to go back, but Shuanghua is Master's token after all."Xiao Xingchen was silent for a long time, and finally said solemnly: "Okay."

Song Lan originally wanted to go back to Yizhuang for him and get Shuanghua back, but he suddenly wanted to test what position Xue Yang occupied in Xiao Xingchen's heart.Now he got the answer, but his heart began to ache.

Some carbon black powder was lightly picked out from the burnt candle head. There was no candlestick, so it was mixed with wax oil and dripped on Xiao Xingchen's snow-white Taoist robe, leaving little dark traces, but Xiao Xingchen seemed to be completely Unknowingly, I stared blankly at the bright moon on the branches outside the window, and listened to the lonely chirping of cicadas on the emerald trees. My heart was tormented and I didn't sleep all night.

Old friend

The next day, the sky was just dawning, and the fine light pierced through the thick and thin clouds, and sprinkled a faint warmth into this complicated human world.Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan had already set off, facing Zhaohui, and walked towards the desolate Yizhuang. Ever since entering Yicheng, Xiao Xingchen hadn't said a word, except that his steps were like a sculpture.Into the goal, are all the laughter of the past, step by step, step by step, are those beautiful and fragile memories hidden deep in the heart, with a light touch, they shattered into a mirror. .Suddenly, Xiao Xingchen recalled those years, spent in the dark night, counting the time day by day, his eyes touching