Huamei Fox

When Tian Yuanzi saw that black light rushing towards him, he knew it was not good, and before he could do anything in the future, he was already swept into a gray place.

Glancing over with his spiritual eyes, he knew that he should be trapped in a large formation, but the layout of this formation was too complicated, one ring after another, so he couldn't see through it.

Since the spiritual eye is useless, it is better to close it temporarily, as it will not be good for the eyes if it is delayed for a long time.

Tian Yuanzi drew a few perception circles around with his sword, and then slowly closed his eyes.When he opened his eyes again, his pupils were out of focus, and there was no one around him, and there was no sound at all.

Dead silence, darkness.

A call came faintly, softly, full of the joy of reunion after a long absence: "Son..."

Tian Yuanzi trembled all over, covered his head violently, and grabbed his hair with his fingers, trying to calm himself down.

This is actually a phantom formation, really bad.

The perception array suddenly lit up, and something stepped in. Tian Yuanzi's expression froze, and just as he was about to draw his sword, he let out another suppressed exclamation, "Shouzhong, you...", the hand holding the sword trembled suddenly, as if It's so heavy that you can't even lift it.

When the dusty past is uncovered, there are bloody scars.

Tian Yuanzi was originally a mortal, but he was not an ordinary mortal. On the day of his birth, the entire Mu family panicked.

The midwife ran out of the delivery room in a panic, and shouted tearfully, "My lord, my wife gave birth to a fat boy!"

Master Mu was overjoyed and scolded: "This is a happy event, why are you crying!"

When the child was in his arms, Master Mu was also stunned.The baby, who was just born in the swaddling baby, had eyes open, and those eyes were blue and sparkling.

The child's surname is Mu and his name is Shouzhong.

Mu Shouzhong grew up gradually, but as the young master of the Mu family, he was treated like a concubine, only his mother loved him, and quietly gave him some food and clothing.

"The Wang family is so beautiful, the heavenly immortals are here.

The Lin family produced talents, and Wenqu came down to earth.

Only the Mu family, the demon star came to harm the world. "

The children on the street were playing, laughing, and singing songs, and the Mu family's master's face was livid when he sang.Mu Shouzhong was seven years old, with a little loneliness and sadness on his immature face, sitting quietly in a small courtyard where no one would come.

He hadn't seen his mother for almost half a year, and was locked up in this dilapidated courtyard, all alone.Suddenly one day, Mu Shouzhong's eyes were no longer blue, they were black like ordinary children.

But he was out of sight.

Is it more embarrassing for the eldest young master of the Mu family to be a demon star, or a blind man?Master Mu looked at the moon and thought for a whole night, then shook his head, determined to keep the child locked up.

Mrs. Mu's eyes were swollen from crying, and she begged Master Mu day and night to let her see the child, but she was reprimanded: "You don't take good care of the newborn Shouren, what do you want to do with that disaster?"

The innate spiritual eye has been opened for seven years and closed for seven years since it came into the world before it can be retracted freely.It's a pity how ordinary people would know.

When Mu Shouzhong was ten years old, no one spoke to him for three whole years, only the footsteps and the clinking of dishes when the servants delivered the meals.He could no longer bear such darkness and loneliness, and decided to escape.

A bamboo chopstick was sharpened enough to injure the servant who brought the meal, and fled.Mu Shouzhong heard the sound of dishes being knocked in the basket again, he stumbled to the door, squeezed the bamboo chopsticks tightly, and stabbed at the moment the door opened without hesitation.

The warm liquid flowed onto his hands, and the smell of rust made Mu Shouzhong tremble, almost unable to take the steps to escape.

Then came a soft call, with the joy of reunion after a long absence, but also full of pain: "Son..."

Mu Shouzhong was stunned, his legs went limp and he knelt down, with a hoarse voice, crying heartbreakingly: "Mother...Mother..."

"Son, run away... don't come back again..."

Mu Shouzhong stumbled and escaped.A few days later, when he heard the news of Mrs. Mu's death, he didn't know where the bamboo chopstick was stabbed. The injury was so serious that he was stunned all of a sudden, and then wept bitterly on the bustling street, throwing himself on the dust Here, his body was covered in ashes, his face was covered with tears, and his heart was full of despair.

Without a home or a mother, Mu Shouzhong walked all the way in a daze, wandering from one city to another, eating and sleeping in the open, living a life of hunger and fullness.No one wanted to pay attention to this taciturn and unpleasant little blind man, until one day, someone stopped him.

"You are Mu Shouzhong? Let me find it easier."

Mu Shouzhong was gnawing on half a dirty steamed bun, when he heard someone talking, he paused for a moment while chewing, then slowly raised his head, opened a pair of dull eyes, and said, "Who are you?"

"I am a crane spirit under the throne of Tianjun." The young man's gentle voice was very pleasant, "I am ordered by Tianjun to take you to the heaven."

The young man in white clothes was talking softly to a ragged little beggar on the street, and the next scene seemed to be that the little beggar walked away gratefully, returning to his hometown after many years, passing by this street corner with a lot of emotion.

That's how dramas should be written. Life is like a drama, but it's not a drama after all.

The fact is that Mu Shouzhong, the future Tianyuanzi, threw half a steamed bun at Heyi, who was not yet Yunxiaozi, called him a liar, and ran away.

Whenever recalling that embarrassing meeting, Tian Yuanzi would feel very ashamed, very, very ashamed, so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole to get in.

He Yi took half a steamed bun, thought for a while, went to the steamed bun shop next door and asked the fat proprietress: "Is this steamed bun from your family?"

Mu Shouzhong turned into the alley, gasping for breath, regretting the half steamed bun he managed to get, and angrily said: "Stinky liar, stinky stick!"

"I'm not a liar, nor a magician."

The sudden voice startled Mu Shouzhong, he looked around in a panic, and bluffed: "What are you going to do? Don't think I won't do something to you!"

He Yi quietly looked at the flustered Mu Shouzhong, and kindly reminded: "I'm on your left."

"what are you doing……"

Something warm and fragrant was stuffed into his hand and wrapped in paper.

"The steamed buns are from the same shop as the one you took earlier."

Mu Shouzhong was a little overwhelmed, stunned for a long time, lowered his head and took a bite of the steamed bun, it was soft and delicious, coupled with the hunger in his stomach, he started to eat it voraciously.

"A lot, thank you..." Mu Shouzhong ate too fast, hiccupped, blushed, and stammered, "Can you, two more?"

"Then will you go back to heaven with me?"

How could he sell himself because of two steamed buns?Mu Shouzhong rubbed his nose, and said in a low voice, "Heaven...is the place where gods live? Why do you want one...like me..."

"Well, you're running too fast, I haven't had time to say it yet." He Yi handed over a handkerchief and asked him to wipe his mouth, "You are born with spiritual eyes, you will be able to accomplish a lot in the future, and it is not impossible to practice in the mortal world. But Tianjun valued you very much and asked me to take you back in advance."

"Born with...spiritual eyes?"

"Don't you think that you are blind?" He Yi said in surprise, "Has no one told you?"

Mu Shouzhong panicked, "But I really can't see anything, you made a mistake..."

"In about half a year, you will be able to see. You are born with spiritual eyes, open for seven years, and close for seven years before you can retract freely." As soon as He took back the used veil, his face turned black after only one glance. He threw it on the ground, "Are you almost fourteen this year?"

"I don't know how old I am... Then, can you wait until I can see it before taking me away?" Mu Shouzhong still had some disbelief, and asked cautiously.

This time Crane was silent.

"No, can't you? What you said is too mysterious, I..."

"Do you have a place to live?"

"Yes, there are... thatched shacks on the outskirts of the city."

He looked at Mu Shouzhong expressionlessly, as if he couldn't figure out why he seemed willing to live in that kind of place, and thinking about how he couldn't see him now, he could only hold back his breath and said indifferently: "follow me."

Turned around and walked a few steps, felt wrong, turned back again.After gesturing a few times, Mu Shouzhong's dirty hand couldn't be held any longer. He Yi frowned in disgust, picked up the handkerchief on the ground, and said, "I've got it, don't let go."

The plot always follows the script.

A young man in white clothes, a scruffy little beggar, with a light blue handkerchief in the middle leading both ends, walking slowly along the street, the warm yellow light of the setting sun covered the entire Qingshi Street, and the freshly made wontons in the snack shop beside him , plopped into the cauldron of boiling water, emitting a hot aroma.

very nice.Mu Shouzhong thought this way, as if as long as he grasped the veil tightly, the dream on the other side would never wake up.

Half a year is gone in the blink of an eye.

Tian Yuanzi remembered it clearly.It was a bit foggy that morning, and the pear tree in the yard had no flowers or fruits, and the branches were covered with green leaves.The sun has just peeked out from the back of the mountain, and the half-opened window in the house is carved with a picture of fish playing among lotus leaves. The faint light and shadow fall on the white rice paper spread on the table, like an ink painting on it.

After seven years, he saw it again.

Mu Shouzhong originally thought that there would be no more beautiful scene than what he saw when he woke up.Then he pushed open the door.

The low wall is covered with blue tiles and white paint, covered by vines, and a few clumps of green bamboos are growing obliquely. There is a stone table next to it, and there is a chessboard with some chess pieces on it. The young man in white is twisting a sunspot, thinking hard.

Hearing the movement, the boy tilted his head slightly and smiled at him.Chuyang happened to climb over the low wall, emitting a radiant light. The morning light reflected the mist, like a golden gauze, making the young man seem ethereal.

"Are you... He Yi?"

"Well, your eyes are even more powerful than I imagined." The young man gathered the chess pieces, stood up, and stretched out his hand, "I am the Heling under the throne of Tianjun, named Heyi, and I am brought to you by the order of Tianjun." Go back to the heaven. Are you willing to follow me now?"

Mu Shouzhong stared at the young man's face almost greedily, slowly took that slender hand, paused every word, solemnly like an oath: "I am willing to go with you."

End of the world, life and death go hand in hand.