[Perak Nangong Mu] Threshold

(7)

The haze of the Yiliu Hei faction over Middle-earth finally dissipated in this ever-changing arena.

Before leaving, Mu Shaoai collected the remains of the medicine man.

There are three living people in those square altars, their bony and protruding ribs are like centipedes lying under the skin, and only the weakly fluttering nose wings show the signs of life.These three people are the medicine men who were robbed by Pingsheng a few days ago. Two people have hatred, pleading, and gratitude buried in their sunken eye sockets, and the other one has gone crazy.

These are the last three lives he reaped in Yiliu Hei faction.

Ever since Pingsheng took over the antidote, he has recorded the name, surname and birthplace of the medicine man in an account book, a thin and small book, but the weight is so heavy that he is climbing up the altar and erecting the stele. Time is almost running out.

The monument is not small, but it can't engrave the names of so many people. In the end, he can only engrave it like this. A few people in a certain place in a certain year, a certain day, a certain day, and more than ten lines.As far as those unrecognizable piles of bones are just a drop in the ocean of sins borne by the Yiliu Hei faction and Ping Pingsheng.

Why pull me into hell, you and I have already fallen together.

But you and I owe the world together, and I owe you more.

I have no regrets on this road.

-

……

The day before the Ghost Festival, Zhu Henranji knocked on the door of the house under the Mi Valley in Xianni.

There is no one in the house.

People are by the water.

Miss Mu, who is lazy by nature, didn't lie on the rocking chair and smoke his pipe that he didn't know when to change. With a sad face, she looked at the stream water as a mirror with a sad face.

When I meet a rare friend, I immediately ask him, "Zhu Hen, don't I look ugly like this?"

The question was very substandard, and the serious tone made people have to take it seriously, Zhu Hen rubbed his brows: "What kind of messed up dream did you have again?"

"It's just a black school devil who can't be resurrected. With a skull on his head, he said that Pingsheng has become ugly and doesn't suit his aesthetics. He just wants to drive him out of Yiliu." The pharmacist touched his face, "unfortunately, pharmacist and I Pingsheng is using a face, so it is inevitable that he will panic in his heart."

He pressed the seal of the sinner under his eyes, and sighed again, feeling very gloomy.

"Ms. Mu is naturally beautiful and kind-hearted, but she will turn into a dead-headed person every now and then." At that time, this not too troublesome friend came back covered in blood, half of his face was ruined, and later he was worried that he would scare Ah Jiu. After finally raising good meat, he refused to listen to persuasion to get the tattoo back. "Here comes the important question. In your eyes, what kind of person is Yiliu Hierarch?"

"Nielong." The pharmacist took the pipe, thought for a while, and said, "A hero's bone, a cold-blooded heart, three points belong to human beings, seven points belong to demons, the gap between the two is only an inch, but the difference is vast." The distance. Swinging the knife resolutely, I don’t know whether to slay people or demons.”

Zhu Hen pointed out something: "It's an interesting statement. Let me ask again, does Mu Shaoai think that Pingsheng's knife is killing people or killing demons?"

"Oh, Mu Shaoai recognizes Pingsheng for a while, and you ask so obliquely, you are really insincere and boring. The pipe shook, and a few wisps of smoke tremblingly suffocated, "It's all cut, evil dragon Since it was stranded on the beach, it could only be—a demon. "

Just like a magic knife possessed by magic, it can only be a magic knife that can no longer be used.

He took the next puff of the cigarette fiercely and quickly, and the long water mist was entangled into a dense white ball that was hard to shake, which just gave him a reason to hide behind the white mist with his back on the rocking chair.

Zhu Hen stared at him for a long time, Mu Shaoai felt that the crisis was over, and suddenly he was strangled again: "Then, where is Nangong Shenyi?"

After all, the pharmacist has lived for a long time, and his skin is thicker than a city wall: "Beauties are far away from the clouds, but poison is not as good as flowers. You can't ask for it, let alone hope it. If you want to pick it, you have to die hard enough."

Zhu Hen said: "If you really don't care, you will ask me what is the difference between Nangong Shenyi and Yiliu Cult Master."

Mu Shaoai ignored this sentence.

The person he dared not call the leader in his dreams, who was so dead that there was not even ashes left, hadn't entered his dream for a long time.In a word, every word is precious, how dare you not believe it, value it, cherish it, or even...

Can't think any more.

The pharmacist nodded and drove out all the others: "Bringing up the creditor in front of the debtor, you are not only dishonest and boring, but also a bad friend who loves to hurt others."

Zhu Hen continued: "The bad friend continues to ask you a bad question. What kind of stupid debt does my kind-faced and ruthless good friend owe?"

"Fate debt. The life of a good person is life, and the life of a devil is also life. Killing a devil can save thousands of good people's lives, but it is also a life debt. It is only natural to pay debts, Nangong Shen Yi owed so much debt, and I stabbed him twice, one time killed him, and the other killed his soul, so Mu Shaoai had to help him pay it off."

Pharmacist Mu put down his pipe to check the quality of the pills. The flavorful herbs in the pills were snatched from Mang Zhe's Hongmen Banquet with all his might, and they can be made into a blind medicine—to make Ah Jiu stop growing, to return to his childhood, and to suspend half-hearted illnesses. medicine.

He turned off the fire, wondering how the man looked alive.

is a beauty.

The strange thing is that after a person has been dead for so long, the eyebrows, eyes, expression, and words are still there, disturbing people's dreams.

"Besides... the love of beauty, everyone has it."

……

The sky is unknown.

He sank into the ashes of the past.

……

The sun is dark and there is no moon, Chang Geng is like a candle.

The courtyard is blazing, but because the black tents are set down one after another, the candles and broken shadows only weave bright and warm colors, and the tattoos add another three points of gorgeousness, more like the demon fire burning all over Kyushu.

The phoenix bird spreads its wings and is about to fly. There are nine exquisite poems, eight of which are meticulously and evenly carved on both sides of the ridge line. The wings on both sides are spread out at the shoulder blades. The tip of the phoenix is ​​hidden in the layered silver chains around the waist, and a few of them are wrapped around the waist and abdomen, accompanied by flower and leaf embellishments; the head of the phoenix in the middle extends along the spine to the back of the neck, and the sharp beak just holds the leaf-shaped silver pieces decorated with three layers of chains on the neck. Adding ice is like the feeling of kissing this person—it's extremely contradictory, but you can't stop it.

He swept away the silver covering with the tip of his tongue, and touched the slightly salty skin with a dark fragrance.

The ritual needs to burn incense to purify the body, soak in the running water poured with spices for half a day, and the fragrance will dissipate from the inside to the outside, with some indisputable sanctity.

"When was it stabbed?"

"Ji Guan. Have sex again every three years." Yiliu Hierarch froze, then relaxed, and silently indulged the unscrupulous intimacy of the people behind him, "Why?"

"It's beautiful, but it's also deadly."

The heat in the air turned slightly cooler, but the lingering warmth of alcohol still remained. Wave after wave widened the holes in the armor, and then filled them with venom, corroding the viscera.Recognition Pingsheng added the most honest feeling: "It looks... still very painful."

The mark of guilt on Pingsheng's face was pierced by Mu Shaoai in front of the mirror, the pain was endlessly worn away, and it was filled to the point of intoxication: if the karmic fire poured down from the toes to the heavenly spirit, it reshaped him as a person who abandoned himself, Indulging in bliss, being cursed by the gods and being like a mayfly, the new life is ecstasy and wonderful, but despicable to tragic.

Nangong Shenyi lightly kissed the modified tattoo lines on the corners of the first seat's eyes.

"Fortunately, I have also suffered."

Rao knew that Pingsheng had always been eloquent, so he didn't know how to respond for a while.He pushed the people away slowly, and unraveled the rest of the complicated silver ornaments in a similarly slow manner. Because of the excessive noise just now, the bright pressed collars and chain links spilled from the door all the way to the side of the couch, which was really insanely urgent.He didn't take much effort to study the silver buckle that was about to scatter for a while, and picked off the last crescent-shaped forehead ornament with his lips and tongue, biting the silver piece and throwing it to the side, like a ghost who has torn human skin, dangerous Very, very confusing.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Many, for example—" I didn't take Pingsheng seriously at all, sat upright with my shoulders loose, and leaned over him with my legs apart, "imitate the kind thing you did to me just now, or say "I want you" This kind of more blunt statement... Well, maybe you are unlucky and you will be kicked down. How, can the rebellious words reach your ears?"

Nangong Shenyi was obviously taken aback.Zeng Pingsheng waited for his refusal, and was contemplating how the high-ranking Yiliu Emperor would react, when he was grabbed by the waist and pressed tightly by the temporarily inferior man.

Their situation immediately changed from the previous moment.

Nangong Shenyi pried open these lips and messed with them, and people in costumes also entered the play, chasing each other, evenly matched, just like deserters greedily plundering the rain, even if they fight to the death, they will not hesitate.

Desire has always been awakened very quickly, no matter when, where and what kind of confrontation.

Recognizing Pingsheng leaned over provocatively, twirling a lock of hair on the other side's chest: "Have you become angry from embarrassment?"

"It's just reciprocity, not yet. On the contrary, I'm really happy."

Nangong Shenyi grabbed his shoulders and turned down, and the two of them lay down together on the couch.He stretched his upper body calmly, his eyes were soft, but he was as firm as a devil: "I have nothing I can't give you except Yiliu."

Beads of sweat soaked into the two tightly fitted bodies, and the wet hair was tangled like a spider's thread.

Ren Pingsheng's palm overlapped with his, but he didn't hold it firmly.

It is rare for a person who has always been strong to have such a weak and quiet attitude. He has put down his armor and abandoned his defenses, and his eyelashes are lightly stretched. It is as magnificent as a king's shadow grass drooping in the gap between obsidian stones, blooming in the most secret corner of his heart, from root to pistil. , all poisonous.But he still wants to pick it up and devour it, leaving nothing behind.

Seductively captivating...and irresistible.

Shen Yi...

--Do not.

Nangong Shenyi.

He experienced the desperation that accompanies the surge of joy, and bowed his head devoutly to worship every detail of this pure land without dirt.

"Nangong Shenyi, you are seriously ill."

"To recognize Pingsheng, it is indeed." Nangong Shenyi made a promise slowly and earnestly: "Yiliu... gathered the hard work of all the people in Ximiao, and it does not belong to me alone. As for other things... I have nothing that I cannot give to recognize Pingsheng." , as long as I have, as long as I can."

He doesn't often express his love with words, his words are far clumsier than the love words in Fengyue Huaben, but they are more sincere and unpretentious than countless vows of love.

It is a promise boiled with life and death, so there is no need for rhetoric to polish and increase weight.

So Mu Shaoai crossed his shoulder to cover his ugly prajna ghost appearance, tenderly licked and kissed the tattoo on the back of his neck, trembling, ups and downs, sex, and torture all the way in the sea of ​​evil, committing a crime that will never be forgiven.

Mu Shaoai is indeed jealous of Pingsheng like Prajna.

Endless antidote is not without it, he has selfishly made a highly poisonous poison called Shenzuimengmi: it can cure the endless poison, improve the body and reach the state of perfection, but it will also make people lose their past, so there is no sorrow and no sorrow Joy without hatred, bestow Nangong Shenyi An'an with a suitable ending—seeking to dominate the world, but using drunken dreams as graves.

Yu Jianpingsheng, drunk and dreamy, is nothing more than another Spring and Autumn dream.

It is believed that Ping's life can still be indulged in the preparation of picking skin and heart, and dying in a dream born of vain.

But apart from Yiliu, there is nothing that Mu Shaoai wants to take or destroy.

Not to mention this Handan dream.

As it should be.

It should be... so.

But not only... so.

The shackles attached to his body are tightly strangling his lifeline. His body is as hot as his beating heart. It is so hot that people don't know when it will be, but it will eventually turn into a handful of... desolate ashes.And he wants to do everything in his power to embrace him, get close to him, possess him, treasure him, devour him, completely, even vicious and tyrannical soon after everyone kills him, even if there is only a handful of ashes left, even in the tightly surrounded At that moment, they will be burned into coke - this desire was born in the abyss of sin, and they cannot be kept together, only to die together.

Isn't it absurd?

Half my life has been in a burning house, and I can't get out, I can't be destroyed, so I have no fear of separation, no hatred, only... I have this regret.

But it's just a regret that doesn't belong to Mu Shaoai.

Belief is absurd.

The Chang Geng star faded with the coming of the day, and the piercing pale green finally failed to penetrate the dense and long night in the palace.

In the long night, someone whispered, and the lingering sound was endless.

"Pingsheng..."

"I can give my life to you..."

"But if you betray me..."

"I will drag you to hell."

Muttering is still true.

But when you wake up from the dream, there will be a feast.

Love and hate, thousands of thoughts should be scattered.

He passed through the veil woven by the past, raised his hand, and opened the curtain.

There was only a meager amount of candlelight left in the hall, which was enough for him to roughly create a beautiful face: when he was awake, he was in charge of the power of the world, and his aura pierced through the Changhong;But it was still difficult to finish the painting, perhaps because he was afraid of following in the footsteps of Ye Gong, or because he was afraid of imagining what color those eyes would be.

He covered the eyes that would never be opened in his memory, and the blue hair flowed over his knees like a spring, refreshing the coolness.

Such as rivers and lakes, such as human hearts, such as bones.

"Nangong Shenyi, I'll wait for you, drag me to hell."

-

Pharmacists have never been good at telling stories, Ah Jiu can attest:

someday.

"Ah Jiu, old man, let me tell you a story."

"It's definitely not a good story, so tell me."

"Then I'll tell you. One day, there was a hero besides the two devils. They were very famous and notorious. One was called Nangong Shenyi, and the other was called Pingpingsheng. Of course, I was not as famous as Medicine Master. "

"Since he is a bad person, he is doing justice for the heavens."

"...That's right. One who uses living people to test medicine to refine medicine, and the other who owes his life to the whole body, are not good things."

"Hurry up and talk, if you want to tantalize people, I will give you burnt rice today."

"Tsk, if you want a story but not a pharmacist, I'm really miserable."

"A few more sentences, and I won't leave you with any more burnt rice."

"Yes, yes, I will continue to talk, and it will be over soon. The hero's methods are not very glorious, but the people in the Jianghu don't know the inside story, so he hides, and accidentally enters the Jianghu, just for two demons. Pay off your life debt."

"What's the use of repaying someone's life debt? People are dead, and they can't see or hear."

"...that hero thought the same way. One day, he suddenly woke up and realized that he had no chivalry or benevolence at all. He just didn't dare to face his own conscience. Okay, I'm done talking, let's eat and eat .”

"you you you--"

"Cook the rice in green bamboo tubes. Don't roast the pigeons for too long, the meat will get old—well, the story is too dry to tell. Have two more cups of bitter tea. You clear the fire, and I'll moisten your throat."

"Smelly Shaoai, what kind of story are you talking about, it has no beginning and no end!"

"Haha, I'll tell you something nice next time... the old man is too tired to talk anymore."

(Finish)

The author has something to say: Postscript:

The whole article of this article is actually the modern part plus the ancient part. Due to various reasons, only the ancient part is published.

As an out-of-the-box text, the writing is quite complicated.

Maybe I have a masochist physique, and my favorite pairing is basically the attribute of falling in love and killing each other, looking for the same humanities, BE is just being poked with a knife and swallowing glass shards, and HE thinks it is a broken person-especially Nangong Mu, so I like the heavy road "A Minotaur in Misty Rain" is more than "Unprovoked".Apart from "Smoke and Rain", "Tianxuan Liuzhi", I couldn't find a suitable Nangong Muwen (either because it was love at first sight, or because Pingsheng and Mu Shaoai were divided into two roles, or because the writing style was extremely hypocritical, Who called this a pair of cold CP); Frankly (and slightly offensively), the above two articles are good works, but in terms of the character of the characters, they are not very heart-warming, so I have to do it myself, so there are snow and modern The Fall of the first chapter, and finally twisted and twisted this nondescript coffin.

Nangong Shenyi is a character with strong plasticity but at the same time it is difficult to write well.In the original plot of Thunderbolt, the image of the leader is only a few strokes. When he appeared on the stage, he was dry and full of resentment (as for the appearance, I definitely don’t recognize the appearance of Beichen Yuanhuang after his comeback); A thought-provoking sentence, the experience of Tianlaiyan and Furonggu, you can get a glimpse of it, but you can't know the whole thing.Therefore, when I wrote Fall, I used a few pages of manuscripts to make a rough sketch of the leader.

Let’s first talk about what can be done to make the Yiliu Hei faction a confidant’s trouble, no matter how good the medicine is, at least he should have the power to conspire with the city; If he is a murderer, then he probably won't be active in the future; from the live experiments, it can be seen that his methods are cruel, domineering, and injustice; from his trust in the original recognition of Pingsheng, the world's rare treasures, it can be seen that he uses energy and talent, and employs people regardless of the source; And judging from the loyalty of Huanyu Qizang and others to Yiliu leader, he will not be a mean and cunning villain who is independent from a high place and against his subordinates.

Well, the above proves that the simple love at first sight and the obsession of sex can't explain his absolute trust in Pingsheng, and Mu Shaoai doesn't need to use the risky undercover method to enter the Yiliu Hei faction.If you want to follow the drama style, these two kinds of plots must be ruled out.

Naturally, there are thousands of ways to define Mu Shaoai's life, as long as he does two things: cruel style and unparalleled resourcefulness.My personal understanding is: Being an undercover agent can certainly play another kind of person perfectly with your acting skills, but sometimes if you inadvertently expose your nature, your behavior will become a mistake, and the gain outweighs the gain. Based on this, I wrote a relatively similar one. Mu Shaoai's recognition is Pingsheng.

Under this presupposition, I wrote the current Nangong Shenyi and Renshouzuo.

About the new content of 5.7

The newly added paragraph was written long ago, and it has been revised no less than ten times, and I have been hesitating whether to post it.

I said that Nangong Mu is my obsession.Should the obsession be brought to an incomplete end, or should it remain unresolved like a waterfall?This question lingered in my heart for a long time, and finally I came closer to the end.

The road I walk should be phased. When it should stop, it will naturally stop firmly and make a full stop. If it is always a comma, then I myself have not changed.

Maybe you (my dear friends) will frown at this paragraph and get bored with the ever-updating collection of favorite articles, but for me this is just a kind of guilty compensation-I have limited ability to make them present the best Satisfied state.

Today, there are still many flaws in this out-of-the-box work, but it is also at the end of the day—thanks once again to the screenwriter of Perak, and you who stopped by.