The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

On the mountain road in the morning light, green and low plants grow out of the cracked land and mountain rocks, forming a lush green shade.

Each tree is very old, but due to the dry rock soil and rainwater under the feet, each tree grows tall and thin, and after a long time, it is also connected to each other, covering the sky and the sun.

Under the long dark green shade, a four-legged snake with the same color as the land flickered, and there was a gorgeous "ribbon" on the brown branch not far away, only the black at the end and the branch were integrated. Brown, carefully saw the two inorganic eyes and hissing fangs.

The four-legged snake looked around and climbed up the white boulder. Under the boulder was a spring like a waterfall.

However, at this moment, near the edge of the boulder lay a crude basket woven of rattan thorns, and in the basket lay a tender human baby.

The only thing on her body is an ordinary apron. This apron is quite new, and against the background of the crude basket, it looks a bit bright.

The white and tender baby's hands and feet are like lotus roots, cute and fragile.While kicking his feet lightly, while sucking his fingers, he didn't cry or scream, and lay there quietly, only a pair of silver-gray eyes showed a little strangeness.

On such a mountain road, it will take ten days and a half months to pass by some caravans in a hurry or wandering the rivers and lakes. Most people, even if they are abandoned babies, would not choose to go here.

The four-legged snake stepped on the basket, and the "ribbons" on the branches also meandered to the blind spots of boulders and waterfalls.

When it was about to be triggered, there was a cry of a wild wolf from the opposite side of the mountain road, and all the creatures stopped suddenly, and the next moment they hid themselves as quickly as lightning.

After the wild wolf patrolled, it was ready to go, and its four claws were flying in the air, and it was about to pounce on the bamboo basket on the white boulder.

Suddenly a pale blue light flashed, and the wild wolf fell to the waterfall in front of it with a plop, and drifted out of the forest with the cold water waves.

A figure in white clothes and black feathers walked in the dim light, that figure seemed to be invisible, like a ghost in the mountains.

The looming figure tried to pick up the baby in the bamboo basket again, but failed.

He watched quietly, covering the top of the bamboo basket with his skirt, trying to keep the little bit of warmth left.

The baby in the bamboo basket looked at the stranger with silver eyes, showing an innocent and soft smile.

Gu Jinxiao stared blankly, her lips moved slightly, and she smiled back slightly, but that smile was as moist as the mist in the mountains.

From morning to dusk, no one passed by here, until an old man collecting firewood came up at last. He seemed to want to hug the baby when he saw the baby, but ran away in fear when he saw the ominous silver pupils.

Gu Jinxiao frowned slightly, maintaining his futile protection all the time.

Until the cold moon rose high, the corpse hunters who walked at night passed by and found this place following the guidance of the compass.

Even at night when he was alone, the exorcist still wore a bamboo hat, and covered his face with a dusty cloth towel, only seeing a pair of cold three-white eyes and a hooked nose.

The corpse driver turned a blind eye to Gu Jinxiao who was beside the basket, and grabbed the baby's ankle to look at it. He said in a hoarse voice, "Sure enough, he was born with a very evil fate. I hope this time it's not in vain."

He took off the dark gray coarse linen robe, held the child's hands and feet, and folded it casually like a packing salute.

The basket on the ground was kicked by his toes, rolled down the boulder waterfall, and drifted out of the forest along with the traces of the wolf's corpse.

The corpse hunters who traveled all over the world took the corpses of people who died in foreign lands and brought them back to their homeland.

Deserted temples, mountain temples, and wild stores are all their footholds.

Cold comes and summer goes, and the seasons change.

The original baby grew up day by day on the back of the corpse driver, in the basket beside the mule, and on the wooden plank wading over the corpse.I have seen more dead bodies than living ones.

At the age of three, just learning how to walk and talk, you have to start to memorize obscure formulas, and when you learn to catch chopsticks, you have to start to catch a pen and write symbols.

At the age of six, he began to fetch water, wash clothes, cook and cook.

The small hand that had been scorched by the sparks held a rough porcelain bowl that was bigger than his face, and he took it to the gloomy-faced old man with his short legs.

"Master, eat."

The old man glanced at the noodles in the bowl, and immediately reprimanded him: "Who told you to tear the noodles while putting them in the pot? The thickness is uneven, and the ones that were boiled before are still raw!"

The child shivered, and stood there obediently in fear, when he was slapped on the palm, tears welled up in his eyes: "Master, I was wrong, I will definitely not do it next time."

The old man was tired, so he kicked him away and started to eat: "Go and check the group of goods, and keep on going at night."

Outside the simple wooden house, a row of corpses leaning against the wooden shed and the wall remained motionless.

The children carefully sorted out their remains one by one, straightened out their clothes meticulously, and recombed their loose hair.

Put the picked wild flowers on the withered temples, and carefully do the dust removal technique three times.

These are actually useless, because in order to prevent the dead bodies from becoming enchanted by the moonlight, they must cover their heads and faces so that the sky cannot be seen.

The nine guests were taken care of one by one, and the time was almost up.

He exhaled lightly, and he was done.

Suddenly, he discovered that there was a guest leaning there alone by the window, had he been missing it?

He walked over and gently stretched out his hand...

"I do not need."

That voice seemed to sound from another world, and its meaning reached directly to the sea of ​​consciousness, but it had no idea what kind of voice it was.It is male or female, old or young.

The child stood there in a daze for a moment, then said softly: "Do you want to see the scenery? There is a moon today, and the moonlight will hurt you. Please wait a little longer. Tomorrow is cloudy, so you should be able to see it for a long time."

"You do this, and no one cares, and those who care will not know."

The child shook his head, his silver eyes were clear: "I can see it. Master said that these guests will go to the Underworld to live forever. If you dress neatly, you may feel less sad when you remember that they are dead. "

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Why are you afraid? The living and the dead just can't see each other, but they still live the same way. Those people are afraid because they don't know, and they can't see. But I am an alchemist, so I know."

His silver eyes were curved like small crescent bays.

"Did your master hurt you just now?"

The child pursed his mouth and said nothing, his cheeks were slightly bulging like two candies in his mouth, cute and pitiful.

The person leaning against the shadow of the window sill gently stroked his face through the cotton cloth: "Why are you so thin?"

Like a slender bamboo pole, the bones and flesh are thin, as if anything can easily hurt him.

"Next time if he hits you, remember to run."

An impatient voice from inside the cabin shouted: "Where are you going again, bring me a jug of wine!"

The child raised his head, and the person in the shadow slowly withdrew his hand and said softly, "Go."

In the first half of the night, everything was quiet, and the child fell asleep in the straw shed.

The corpse exorcist in the wooden house was developing something, constantly altering the drawing, and sometimes let out a strange laugh.

There was a light knock on the wooden door, using the secret words of the corpse group.

The corpse driver opened the door a crack, and saw a plain blue shirt, and a face covered by a bamboo hat with only a delicate chin exposed.

The visitor's voice was calm: "Excuse me, I'm passing through here and want to stay overnight. This is my reward."

On the paper handed over under the night, there was written a spell to clear away evil spirits.

In the Xuanmen lineage, money and power are second, and only the secret arts of various sects that cannot be disclosed are valuable.

"Come in." Sure enough, the corpse chaser couldn't refuse.

……

At the end of midnight, the child naturally woke up, rubbed his eyes and knocked on the door to wake him up: "Master, it's time to go."

The door was gently opened from the inside, and the lights were like beans, and there was only one person wearing a bamboo hat, stretching out his hand towards him.

The child closed his eyes tightly, waiting to be spanked.

The hand paused, and it fell on his head. The hoarse voice was low but calm: "I won't be on my way tonight, come over for dinner."

Although he was full of doubts, but the master had a bad temper and didn't like people talking too much, so the child sat down at the wooden table obediently.

There are hot meals on the table, with the aroma of fresh river prawns and eggs, and my stomach starts to growl when I smell it.

"Eat." The hoarse voice was faint, but undeniable, "I'll teach you a new lesson after eating."

The child gulped and ate, but didn't make any sound, stuffing things like a little hamster, while looking at the strange master tonight.

In front of the master was a jug of wine, a coarse porcelain wine cup, and half a glass of thin wine left empty, but the man did not touch it, his fingers under the gray robe were slender and slender, flipping through pages of paper on the table.

Under the bamboo hat, one can vaguely see the calm and unwavering eyebrows, which are so cold and gloomy, but the sharp edge is frozen but frozen.

That person seemed to be so focused on memorizing every word, and seemed to be unable to bear the sudden rage at any time to tear up the thing, but finally tidied it up and put it aside intact.

"Master, I'm done eating."

The man came back to his senses, just looking at him, one couldn't help but stand obediently in front of him.

"Master, I have drawn talismans well. I remember all the spells and formation materials..."

"I don't draw talismans today, I don't learn spells. Don't you want to learn to write?"

Master actually knew that he was secretly learning to write!

"Start writing from your name, do you know what your name is?"

The child nodded and his eyes were clear: "My name is He Jiu, because the master's surname is He, and I am the ninth child adopted by the master. The eight elder brothers in front are all dead, because I am a born sinful villain, so I am alive. "

The man's hand fell on his head, gently stroking his soft hair, and carefully stroking his cheek: "No, your name is He Jiuqing. You are not a bad person who is born to sin, you are the one in this world. The best little fairy."

Write those three characters on the paper with pen and ink, and the little He Jiuqing followed them, copying them down over and over again.

The heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, and the universe is prehistoric in the thousand-character text, juxtaposed with the row of crane characters.

The crane is the crane of He Jiuqing.

The sky is a beautiful sky.

I fell asleep without knowing it, and woke up on someone's back.

He gently and carefully hugged the man's neck, motionless.

But the man noticed it: "It's still early, let's sleep for a while."

He hummed softly, leaning against that person quietly, but did not close his eyes.

The green wheat fields on both sides are depressed by the wind, and the path under the moonlight is white, as if it will lead to the moon...

Behind them, the nine silent guests followed one by one, as if they were all on an outing adventure together in the night wind.

……

When I woke up again, it was another wild shop.

Everything seemed like an illogical dream last night, he had never eaten such delicious food, and no one touched his head or carried him on his back.

But if it was a dream, why didn't he remember how he and his master got here?

The master was not as confused as he was. He cursed as usual, and when he was full, he went to study his paper spells and potions obsessively.

Wine is a great thing.

Every time Master drinks alcohol, there will be a special tenderness.Although it is more silent and quiet, it seems that you can't say more, you can't do more, and you will do something wrong if you cross the line a little bit.

At the beginning, He Jiuqing only dared to do what he said, and slowly began to stretch out his tentacles to probe.

For example, secretly put vegetables in his bowl, and when the person looked over, he lowered his head nervously to pick up the rice.The person doesn't know who did it, so he will think that he added it himself and forget it, and will eat it silently after a while.

For example, if you try to say something to him, the person is not angry, and although he can't answer, he listens carefully.

For example, after waking up on that person's back, he gently hugged his neck and rubbed it, and that person would not reprimand him.

……

The world is divided into the living and the dead, into night and day, and so are people.

The man in the day world treated him badly, and the man in the night world treated him well.

Does that mean that the master in the daytime wanted to kill him, but he died suddenly, and it has nothing to do with the master in the night, the person in the night is still there?

However, the moon has already slanted to the west.

If the man is still there, why don't you come and see him?

"Don't! Don't hate Qingqing, the one who does bad things is Qingqing during the day, not Qingqing at night." He covered his eyes, tears overflowed from his fingers, sobbed softly, choked up and defended.

"No, no matter which Qingqing is good, I like them all."

The voice came suddenly, and the mountain was light and ethereal in the night wind.

He Jiuqing withdrew his hands covering his face, revealing his tear-stained face, looking around blankly and timidly.

"Sorry, I can't be seen by you."

"Master." The child choked up and covered his eyes, opened his mouth and cried, "I'm so scared, why is it like this?"

In a daze, it seemed as if someone was standing behind him, reaching out and gently covering his hands covering his eyes.

"Don't be afraid. The master in the daytime has a heart disease, and the demons in the world got into it, pretending to be the master and doing bad things."

He Jiuqing barely stopped crying, sobbing: "Master found him, did the demon separate from Master because of fear?"

"Yes."

"I know that if you separate, you will die. Death means that the body and soul are not together. The body returns to the underworld, and the soul goes to the city of death..."

"You don't have to go, I'll always be by your side."

The soft crying voice: "Really?"

"Really, but you can't see my face. Because it's a soul, you can't touch it. Can you do it?"

"I can, just don't leave me alone."

"I won't leave you alone."

Always, always with you.

Whether it is the future or the present.