[Inuyasha] Looking back at Chaoshan Heng

The moon in the sky is as moist as a bright pearl, there are no other people's courtyards, and there is a gurgling water in the distance.The sound and the breath were blurred together, and the only strong breath that could be clearly seen was right in front of my eyes.

I look at the full moon, the Lantern Festival on the 15th of the first month, which is called the small first month.Not many people celebrate the festival, and it's not as popular as it used to be, at least here.

The teenager next to me tried to make me sit down, but I didn't want to.Frowning, he opened his hand, feeling a familiar sharpness, subconsciously dancing disco all over his body.

Looking up, I saw a delicate and soft face. I remember this face was 17 years old.The contours of the facial features were drawn just right, and they should have been a little thin and a little sick, but they were swallowed up by those emotionally deep eyes.

It's really... pretty.

"What did you say?"

I heard a voice of suppressed anger, or exasperation.Blinking my eyes, I thought I might be hallucinating. I didn't want to look at this beautiful person who disturbed me for no reason. I turned around and wanted to go outside the pavilion a few steps away.

My arm was grabbed mercilessly, and I staggered and fell down, falling into a familiar embrace.He raised his head and met this face again.

I laughed.

Suddenly, I remembered my childhood many years ago, many, many years ago, when I was by my grandma's side.There is also such a bright and round moon in the sky. There is a teenage brother who comes to visit grandma, and he also has an extraordinarily delicate and beautiful face.

Grandma declined his gift, thought for a while and said with a smile: "If you want, you can sing a song with my old lady. My little granddaughter is stuck in my old dramas all day without raising her eyes, hugging me Those discs will never let go. You were brought out by that old man, and if you don’t sing the usual songs, you will count as my exam.”

Grandma sang the boudoir dance all her life, but that time she was a niche.

"The song of Ying Fengri is warm and slippery, and the voice of people is smiling. Falling flowers follow the water, and now Ruan Zhao is on the stage."

The same bright moon, the same garden in the end of winter and spring.I looked at him with wide eyes, my voice seemed to come from the depths of my body, strange, delicate, and hoarse and rough that could not be ignored, as if it had not been used for many years.

I frowned, it sounded like an old man.I used to be young, and my grandma always said that my voice was too soft, not to mention it was just a hobby, and I only taught simple libretto.That immature sticky feeling has circulated in my memory for a long time. It is completely different from the present, and I don't know which one is more unfamiliar.

The boy in front of me looked at me in surprise, his pupils filled with the familiar dark red.I somewhat disliked that color, and reached out to cover his eyes: "Xiaosheng came back with Miss Du along the way, why don't you see me?"

The timbre of this sentence is much more normal, a bit like those grandmas who were engraved on the discs in their youth.She sang from her teens to her [-]s, except for the decade that blocked the culture, she never stopped.

This is Dan's way of singing, but I use it to sing raw roles.

This is still wrong.

I bit my lip and thought, but the hand covering my eyes was taken off by the other party.For a moment, I wondered why he didn't stop him at first, but soon felt that it didn't matter.

Recalling that night in my mind, it seems that many years have indeed passed.There are too many things scattered in the depths of the memory, and there are countless fragments mixed together and difficult to distinguish.

"Ah," I tried to make a sound, and seemed to have found some sense, "Miss, miss! Xiaosheng didn't come to find Miss, but here!"

The "Miss" in front of me didn't cooperate at all. She looked at me with that strange look for a while, and then grabbed my hand: "Chinese? It sounds like a play?"

Three steps away, the eaves of the pavilion fly obliquely, and newborn willows hang in.The fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the lunar calendar is at least February in the Gregorian calendar.At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, most of the greenery is full of vitality in such subtleties.

At this time, breaking willows or something is simply committing crimes.So I took advantage of the opportunity to hold his wrist back, and led him to move two steps towards that side with a smile, and stroked the new willow with the other hand: "It just happens to be in the garden, and I took half a branch of a weeping willow. Sister, since you are drowning Book history, can you write poems to appreciate this willow branch?"

"Liang, that's enough, go back with me, or I'll make you dizzy." He didn't cooperate at all, and motioned for me to let go, "Why is the capacity for drinking so bad, I knew I wouldn't give you a drink."

"No." I think he's very funny right now, and although he's a little dizzy, it's obviously not what I want to drink.

I was confused by such an interruption.Where should I go, right.I let go of my hand, and before he made another move, I turned my back to him: "I've never met him in this life, why did I come here?"

"I don't know 'why come here', but if you don't explain clearly to me when you wake up, what's going on with your voice and your words, I—"

This guy is so verbose and not cooperative at all.I turned back and glared at him, grabbed his shoulders and jumped up slightly, and gave a "boo" to the part where his chin was up.

"Miss, we love to kill you!"

Both feet landed easily, and I let go of the hands clasped on his shoulders.From just now to now, this person seems to be suddenly stiff.Maintaining an unnatural standing posture, only those dark red eyes stared at me, moving with my steps.

Well, it's a bit like a cooperation now.I felt very happy. I took his hand, inserted my five fingers into it, and turned into a soft female voice: "For you, you are as beautiful as a flower, and the years are like water. It is Da'er who has been searching all over, in the secluded boudoir. pity."

The voice in memory stopped here, and the dizziness became more and more severe.I wanted to reach out to rub my temple, but I moved my right hand habitually, only to find that it was stuck.Bowing his head, his ten fingers intertwined.

I moved my fingers to loosen them, and rubbed my temples as I wished.The heartbeat and thump sounds together with the pressing pulse, which shows how beautiful the movement and sound of vitality are.

"...Is the fuss over?"

There was a gloomy voice above my head, and it took me a long time to figure out what he was talking about: "I'm not making a fuss."

He closed his eyes, as if he was enduring, and asked me after a while: "Do you know who I am?"

I thought for a while, then pulled his arm and acted like a baby: "Miss, you are too tall, Shusheng Liu will cry."

"..." His expression collapsed instantly, "What kind of weird thing is this?!"

It's rare to see his expression like this, and for a moment I thought it was cute.I reached out to touch his face, the skin should feel good, just like I felt when I stopped him from talking.

I kind of wanted to try again, but instinct stopped me.He stared at me and I looked at him. After a long while, he finally became dizzy and fell into his arms: "It's so uncomfortable..."

He sneered: "It deserves it."

certainly not!It's not the wine I ran to drink by myself!

I really want to refute him like this, but the dizziness of my brain makes me only mutter twice.Dimly feeling being hugged by someone, the once unbearable embrace and breath can now bring a strange sense of security.

The deep sleepiness overcame everything, and finally opened his eyes, and saw the bright full moon at the edge of his vision, and the delicate face looking up from the other side.

It looks good...it's really cheap.

The author has something to say: choosing to write this way may be a kind of commemoration to some extent.

In fact, my grandma is an opera singer, and she sings Guimen Dan—although it is not Kunqu opera, it is a kind of opera that is not well-known here.

I have always liked "actors", it has nothing to do with genres, and has nothing to do with the touch of a certain opera, it is simply a feeling of obsession.

Although my grandmother never taught me how to sing, and I haven't heard much of her repertoire.But I don't know if there is her influence in my obsession with the actor.

☆、Meizi Extra Years

The moon was full that night, and I heard her singing strange lyrics and music in the garden on the west side.

It was the first time I heard her voice, the softness and indescribable coolness unique to human girls, I need not use much cognition to describe it, just like the continuous and cool rain in March.

I am a puppet made by my master, so I can sense his emotions to some extent.After she uttered the first sentence of unclear meaning, I clearly realized that the master was angry, the anger of being deceived-the girl had never spoken, and for many years, everyone knew that she was suffering from dumb disease.

That emotion first erupted instinctively, and then was retracted by reason.The words of their conversation came from there, and finally the female voice disappeared, and then I heard the master's footsteps.

Respectfully, Fu went down/went, the master walked in front of me, and lightly ordered: "Do what you should do."

"Yes." I replied without hesitation, watching the figure of the master gradually walk away.He held the sleeping girl in his arms, purple and apricot yellow merged together, reflected into overlapping moon shadows on the ground.

I turned around and walked towards the banquet that was about to end.

Some people suspect that today's people see that the city lord is controlled by monsters. Although they don't pay attention to the young city lord, the recent temptations and harassment have made the master a little annoyed.

So today will be a good day to wipe out the moth.

That was the first time I heard her voice, and after that it was all the same.She didn't remember everything when she woke up, and the master didn't say anything about that night.

A nonchalant expression, as if that strange opera was just an illusion.

This is another similar fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the moon in the sky is still full and bright.

But six hundred days and nights have passed, and two years have passed since she sang that Tang Dynasty opera to her master after she got drunk.

The master's body is changing, and as a puppet he created with a human body, which is neither human nor demon, I can feel that change.

And between the master and her, a delicate balance has been maintained.

I heard a maid with a lower status whispering to her ears, saying that the young city lord and his wife really love each other deeply.It's a pity that they don't have children, otherwise they would be an enviable happy couple.

I saw that the master took her out of the city from time to time, sometimes to fulfill his purpose, sometimes to fulfill her wish.Occasionally, she would recuperate for a long time after going out, sometimes due to trauma, and sometimes due to foreign gas entering her body.The latter is difficult for outsiders to intervene to help, but she has survived every time.

I know that her skill is gradually improving, even though that progress is so insignificant to many monsters.But the chance of survival may be on the line. There are only a few strong people in this world.

But I don't know what the master is thinking.

He took her as a prescription for getting rid of his present body, and he took her under his protection.

He set up difficult hurdles countless times and watched her struggle and pain until he finally made a comeback.

He personally taught her all the survival skills available to human beings, things that should not be touched by a noble woman, and should not even be obtained by most human women in this world.Attack and defense, evasion or identification analysis, and then practice them one by one in countless trips.

He didn't intend to let her go, but he slowly taught her the ability to survive alone.

And she studied very hard, more hard than anyone could imagine.

[plum? ]

The person on the couch moved, I looked down and saw her open her eyes, calling me silently.After serving her for three years, I can easily judge the tone of her speech, even if there is no sound.

"Yes," I hurried forward, "What do you need a slave for?"

She closed her eyes slightly, and I knew she was feeling her own body.The master went out with her half a month ago, and yesterday he came back with her in his arms, and asked me to keep an eye on her.

I asked simply as always, and the host gave me a look: "Excessive physical exertion, wait for her to wake up, eat whatever she wants."

[Go and prepare some sweet porridge, desserts should be sweet too. ] She finally said, [Call someone else, I guess you will help me to wash up together... Damn the lactic acid accumulation is too much and it won’t be discharged. I can’t be more heartbroken (PДq.)]

I:"……?"

At the end of the human New Year, the master returned to the city.

His body has undergone a complete change. If it weren't for the puppet's obedience to the maker's instinct, I almost thought it was a strange monster who broke into the city.

It's like she was eating at that time, and she couldn't chew any more after biting down on the sushi.She seems to have a keen perception of most creatures, at least after the owner she found arrived, I didn't notice the strange evil spirit.

Unfamiliar, but not a completely different change.

The master's appearance has not changed at all, but the evil spirit on his body is purely like other monsters.Monsters are instinctively wary of outsiders who break into their territory. If it weren't for the rooted surrender that suppressed my instinct, I could hardly control the urge to attack violently at first.

She didn't have any special reaction. After confirming the identity of the visitor, she chewed and chewed with puffy cheeks, and took a sip of tea for a while: [It's done? ]

The host sat down on the table opposite her, and glanced at the food around her, "You should feel it, the so-called 'breath'."

She nodded: [Well, quantitative changes accumulate to qualitative changes. ]

She would occasionally say strange words, some of which were explained to me as well.Although I haven't heard of this, the master obviously knows what it means.

Then the master said nothing more, and she started eating the fish.After a long silence, she finally raised her head from the food: [If you have something to say, please speak directly. ]

The master smiles, which reminds me of those human women who are obsessed with the master.Some are noble ladies, and some are maids who often talk to me.

They express their fascination, envy and jealousy for their master in different ways.What appeared in their mouths most times was the owner's gentle smile and considerate care.

But what is gentle is only "people see a knife", but it has never been "Naraku".

"I heard that you want to go to the human market?"

This is what she told me, even though we never found out, we both understood that it was tantamount to telling the master.

She nodded: [I'm used to delicious delicacies, and occasionally I want to try porridge and side dishes. ] She seemed to be discussing, [I know you can't stand it, you can ask Meizi to accompany me, or the next time you go out - the big market only comes once every few months and half a year, and I haven't been to it yet. ]

Before I thought, I don't know what the master is thinking.In fact, I also don't know what she is thinking.

In fact, their relationship has never been peaceful.

Even though I don't know the situation after going out, just in this Renjian City, every time she was injured and recuperated, there were countless differences, disputes and stalemates in the conversations she had on weekdays.

She had a situation where she lost control of her emotions. That time, she was finally beaten unconscious by the master.At that time, they had just returned from the outside, and the owner had been recovering from old and new injuries for a long time, and she didn't know how she did it.Afterwards, the owner had no other reaction.

They also had a long stalemate, ignoring each other for ten and a half months.There are various reasons for the start of the stalemate, and even the longest one lasted for three months.

"Yes," the memory came back to the present, and the master responded to her request, "I need to travel far in three days, you can go when you come back, I will wait for you outside the city."

She nodded with a smile.

I watched them talk as they had many afternoons in the three years since she came to the city.For a moment, I forget the fact that—

They are a human being, and a demon who despises and even hates humans.

The author has something to say: explain the situation of the cool voice, which is actually similar to post-traumatic stress disorder, which is relatively more serious.

After drinking, due to various stimuli and long-term accumulation of emotional resentment (?), there was a short-term outbreak/recovery.

The next chapter is a special episode, about my understanding and interpretation of the original comics, which may include some settings in the article.

☆、Special episode Naraku's heart

The author has something to say: because the author has something to say, the words are too small, and the content is more and more important (maybe some people don’t care about it, but I will feel very uncomfortable if I don’t write it out ╮(╯▽╰)╭), so simply Make it a special episode.

Explain what I understand about Naraku's feelings for Kikyo, Ryo's transformation process of Naraku's body, and the scattered questions that come to mind.

There are also related questions that can be asked in this chapter, and those that do not involve spoilers will be answered.

[Naraku and Kikyo (in the original comic)]

In "Dog", it is said that the bandit ghost spider has evil thoughts about the witch Kikyo who takes care of him, so he wants to get her.This obsession has attracted a group of monsters who covet the jade of the four souls.

The ghost spider's feelings are born of possessiveness, there is no doubt about the body's thoughts, and God knows if there is any desire for beauty and tenderness in it.But I am more inclined to the former, and it may also include an extreme desire to get rid of the status quo.

I don't know how much these factors account for, and what they should be called. Maybe no one can give it a real definition.

Just like no one can tell what true love is like - it usually mixes too many things, and also includes too many internal and external factors.

But there is no doubt that Naraku was born because of this.

I don't think Naraku fell in love with Kikyo (or inherited the feelings of Ghost Spider) when he was born, because if he really suppressed the thoughts and emotions of all other heterozygotes after becoming strong, he shouldn't be unable to suppress ghost spider.

Therefore, Naraku did not take away the jade of the four souls 50 years ago. I don't think it is a simple reason.To sum up, it is probably the following:

First, he was relatively weak at that time, and his memory and thinking were indeed chaotic.At this time, he could not be said to be 'Naraku' himself. After being influenced by the monsters to steal the jade of the four souls, he was also influenced by the ghost spider to break up the dog orange.

Second, did Naraku really never suspect the Jade of the Four Souls?The answer should be no.Such a monster who likes to think in seventy or eighty circles will easily believe that there are jades in the world who "respond to requests"?In the comics, he has always used jade to "indirectly" control and strengthen others, until finally his desire completely overwhelmed his reason, and then he used jade for himself.

Thirdly, at that time...probably...he really couldn't beat Kikyo==, adding to the previous doubts, it went smoothly.

Inuyasha was sealed, Kikyo died, and Naraku, who was born again, began his own demon life from then on.

Perhaps the ghost spider is not all the human parts of Naluo—those miscellaneous aggregates, God knows if there are any half-demons in them, and they are not even considered human or demons at all.

It can only be said that the ghost spider is the "introduction" formed by Naraku, and it can also be called a "sacrifice".He is a relatively special, perhaps the most special part of Naraku's body. Even if it cannot determine Naraku's will, it affects him invisibly.

Like his memory.

Naraku once admitted to Kikyo that he recalled the ghost spider's obsession more than once-the obsession to get Kikyo.After all, he was born because of that obsession, and 50 years is too long, and he often feels bored after a long time.

And his character is destined to continue to be boring.

So he began to reminisce again and again, and gradually became more impressed and curious about the woman "Jiangyou".

After ridiculing and sympathizing with the ghost spider - Kikyo, what kind of woman is this.

But other than that, there is no other emotion.He is curious, but only curious.

Because he will not fall in love with a "illusion" or a "memory" - that is a person who can even distinguish Kagome who is the reincarnation of Kikyo at a glance, which is enough to show how clear and clear he is about his feelings.

In fact, this is really not an easy task. Even though I like Kikyo, if there is no situation where Kikyo is revived and the two lives appear at the same time (although I still think that logic is very illogical until now), I will not have a trace of it. The similar Kikyo Kagome is regarded as the same person, and I really wish her "reunion" with Inuyasha.

In fact, this kind of brain hole is very common now. In a person's past and present lives, which one does the other party love?Is the reincarnated person still the original TA?

Different people have different choices, just as in the various literary works we have read now, different authors give different endings.

And Naraku's choice is very clear - he has no interest in "reincarnation".

Of course, I would like to add another word, although the type in Two-dimensional seems to be very infatuated, but the fact proves that this type of person basically never wants to have a happy relationship.In the end, it's either hooked up with paranoia, sickness, or the like, or being single for a lifetime of emotional cleanliness ╮(╯▽╰)╭(beaten to death

50 years later, Kagome, who traveled through time, connected the past 50 years ago to the present, Inuyasha's seal was released, and Kikyo was revived by the Taoist.Then in Hitomi Castle, Naraku, who pretended to be the city lord, met Kikyo—the dead man who obsessed the ghost spider and became a memory after 50 years, appeared in front of him again.

At that moment, he felt almost unconcealable shock because the other party was resurrected from death.And the long-term curiosity was finally answered at this moment.

It turns out that you are Kikyo.

It is said that curiosity is the prelude to love. Naraku has been curious about Kikyo for decades, and the person he met after meeting did not disappoint him.After several fights, everything about Kikyo attracted him more and more, bringing him more curiosity and desire.

So, at a moment when no one realized it, not even himself, everything turned into love.

(Of course, this love also contains all kinds of messy things. In order not to spoil the scenery, we won’t say more here)

【Heart of Naraku (in the original manga)】

"Ghost spider's heart", this is Naraku's name for the so-called "ghost spider's emotion".He has always treated this feeling with disgust and sarcasm, like the mark left by the ghost spider on his back.

He has been emphasizing that it is the existence of the ghost spider, because of his human feelings, that prevents him from becoming a real demon.

But this is nonsense.

In fact, this logic is easy to explain, a simple example - the demon such as Sesshomaru and his father, also have normal (?) feelings, and even love.

I can't see any difference between the love of demons and the love of humans that affects the "body".

So from the beginning to the end, this is just an excuse for Naraku, a carefully crafted lie.To deceive others is to deceive yourself even more.

Therefore, the so-called "ghost spider heart" did not exist from the beginning.

Even it can't be called "human heart", from the beginning to the end, it is "Naraku's heart"-it is the life called Naraku, and the feelings it has.

You know, after Wushuang was released, he immediately went to Kagome.This is a completely different view of love from Naraku, and it also proves from another angle that he has not affected Naraku's love at all.

Regarding the imprint of the ghost spider, my personal thought is that this can only show that Naraku was born because of him in the first place.Like the scars we get from injuries, it's an imprint.But because the composition of Naraku itself is too special, and the scar keeps breaking open and healing (reorganizing the body), so this mark can't be erased...

(The manga later pointed out that it is almost impossible for a half-demon to become a full-demon, otherwise you will lose your mind and emotions-I think that is more like washing away everything that was originally there and converting it into a pure machine. After the hard drive is emptied and reinstalled, even if the No matter how "pure", it is no longer the original one)

Naraku's distaste for the body is due to the general contempt for "half-demons".The second reason is that he is not only a half-demon, but also a "miscellaneous" among half-demons, a miscellaneous monster.

He tried hard to change the status quo, but he was unable to do so.So at the beginning of the birth of the relationship, he subconsciously rejected and rejected, and put everything on the "ghost spider".

Later, in the process of deepening the emotion, he logically interpreted it as "the idea of ​​the ghost spider keeps tossing me", until it grows to the point where it becomes more and more irrepressible and undeniable.

This story tells us that if you don’t die, you won’t die (Fog

【Naraku and Ryo (among others)】

About Liang's "ability" has always been vague, here is a metaphor to summarize: she is similar to super high-end incense for most of the more sensitive creatures in this world (mainly demons here).

I don't know if anyone thinks "=口=", but that's what I originally thought.Of course, this is just a metaphor, and the specific effect is as follows:

First, the "breath" on her body can ensure that as long as she keeps a certain distance, the sense of existence and the probability of being discovered will be quite low; but when the distance is close to a certain range, the first impression/subconsciousness of most demons will be closer to her.

Just like really high-quality perfume, few people will hate it, that's why (hey

Second, she can slowly blend and improve the physique of creatures that have been with her for a long time.Of course, this time is quite long (Naru spent three years while trying to save the essence), just like a filter for sewage, which separates out impurities little by little, leaving a more pure part that is more suitable for fusion.

This is like many people wearing silver jade and using special spice capsules, which have a slow repair and recuperation effect on the body.

As for Liang's point of view, the role of her ability has been mentioned in the article, and it is basically like that.The difference is that with more and more "practice" and familiarity with her, the information obtained through "breath" will become more and more sensitive.

——In the final analysis, her ability comes from her grasp of another existence "breath" in the world.Just like entering a dimension that others cannot enter, the body will gradually appear in the normal world due to the change of that dimension.

Finally, in Meizi's episode, I wrote that the "breath" of Naraku has undergone earth-shaking changes.So is Naraku now a "half-demon" or a real "monster"?

I do not know either.

This is really a difficult concept to define, the boundary between half-demon and non-half-demon.If the mixture of a demon and other creatures is a "half-demon", God knows whether the ghosts and ghosts that have reproduced and survived for so many years have mixed the genes of other creatures ╮(╯▽╰)╭.

I can only say that the current Naraku is a "complete individual".His aunt is gone (scroll), and the previous boundaries of the choppy monsters no longer exist.But no one knows what constitutes the material in his body.

This is what I think of so far. Of course, one hundred readers are one hundred Lin Daiyu. If there are any questions or loopholes, I will add them here at any time.

good night everybody.

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