Reversed

Every detail and every expression is clearly visible.

He opened his mouth, and the whisper-like murmur was always accompanied by Mu Yu's drowsy mind due to the severe pain.

"The New Year is coming soon. After the Spike Army is defeated, the temple fair during the Lantern Festival must be very lively."

"Colorful windmills whirling in the wind, eccentric sugar figurines, strings of red candied haws and delicate and gorgeous bright lanterns."

"There are river lanterns full of wishes floating in the river, and colorful fireworks bloom in the dark night sky. No matter how powerful you and I are, we are still inconspicuous characters among the crowd of surprise and carnival."

"We will be separated by the crowd, and we will meet children who are also separated and crying. Some children will be curious about the jade flute hanging around your waist, crying and coquettish, and want to listen to your performance."

"The sound of the flute is melodious. There are more and more people around here. People who applaud and applaud one after another. When you look up, you can see me looking for the sound of the flute."

Maomao laughed softly. He knew that Mu Yu hated this world since he was a child and excluded himself from it. All he could do was to show him bit by bit those things that he found interesting and beautiful.

"The last time I passed by the Longmen Desert, I saw a mirage. Deep sea water appeared on the border of the endless yellow sand. It was very interesting."

"After Master Lu invited me to be a guest of Mingjiao, I behaved too shamefully. I drank kumiss and couldn't get drunk. I also lost my teeth because I ate too much grape sour. I couldn't even bite the food. Weird dried goods jar, I sneaked a peek at it out of curiosity, and found that it was a small dried fish that tasted good, but I was greedy for a while and was chased and killed several hills by the cats raised by sister Lu Yaner."

"Oh, it's so embarrassing. There are so many pilgrims in the Western Regions. They are more pious than us meeting the emperor."

"The way they get married is also very interesting. I followed them all the way, and finally saw the legendary three-life marriage tree. I imitated them and secretly left my name and yours there."

"However, most of the time, I stand where you once stood in Fort Howling, imitating your appearance and looking into the distance, listening to the cold wind howling, my eyes full of ice and snow, and imagining all the lives you have ever had."

"The dishes in the Valley of the Wicked are really monotonous, and the nutrition is not very good. It turns out that many people grow thick and strong, isn't it too strange?"

"In order to improve the food, I worked hard and brought back a lot of vegetables and food seeds. Unfortunately, very few survived. I also bought a lot of seasonings. As a result, I was ambushed by Haoqi disciples halfway and lost most of them. As a result, the wicked disciples who were in charge of escorting them The eyes of the staff and the responders were green, and they used/raised the knife to praise people so badly, and it turns out that food is the most important thing."

"Brother Yu and Sister Chu took over the Naughty Boys Academy, and they brought back some books from time to time. Now they have built several houses to serve as library stores. The most they do every day is sort through old books and put them out for collection."

"The bamboo forest in Xiao Shaolin suddenly bloomed in patches. It looks good, but after that, it withered and couldn't grow anything, not even weeds. Later, Uncle Wang sent me a Populus euphratica."

"Mingjiao Youfa once asked me to bring a Persian cat with different eyes and snow-white to Sister Mi Li. That cat often ran around in brothels, and came back covered in rouge and powder to act like a baby to Sister Mi Li. It was so cute."

"Light rain..."

Maomao's cheerful voice became lower and lower, the bright red liquid slid along Mu Yu's shoulders and slipped into the dark brown concoction, which slowly faded away and disappeared. Frost spreads.

Mo Rongrong, Ruan Mei, and Chen Yue, who were guarding outside the house, watched anxiously as the white frost spread out of the room, and could only retreat again and again.

Finally on the third night, the frost that had frozen the entire Luoxing Lake and even spread to most of the Wanhua ladder suddenly shattered. When everyone rushed over, Mao Mao, who was pale and could not see a trace of blood, opened the door and folded his hands together.

"Master Duqi, passed away."

The jumping flames burned his body, and Mao Mao rushed to Shaolin overnight with his ashes. Before leaving, he gave Chen Yue the Seven Star Dragon Yuan that he never left.

"When Xiaoyu wakes up, give him the sword."

"What about you, Maomao?"

Chen Yue was very uneasy holding the sword. The young man in front of him was full of lifelessness, and his whole body was as stiff as a corpse. She didn't dare to get close.

And, and...

"Young master, you are too reckless! I can go to Shaolin for you! Young...Master..."

"Master Mo, you must... change your medicine before leaving!"

Mo Rongrong and Ruan Mei cut him off aggressively, but they still couldn't stop Maomao from leaving.

When the familiar young man disappeared on the Ten Thousand Flowers Ladder, Mo Rongrong and Ruan Mei, who were suddenly silent before, looked pale and turned around.

"No pulse."

"There is no blood in the veins."

Chen Yue also added, holding Qixing Longyuan tightly in her hand.

"I can also see that he is not breathing..."

That person has chosen the ending for himself, and no one else has the power to stop it.

"I'm back to the Valley of the Wicked."

Mo Rongrong straightened her long hair, and although her face was pale, she still smiled, "I have to clean up little Shaolin first, otherwise how can the young master rest full of dust when he comes back?"

"Mind multiple fellow travelers?"

Kang Nian, a blind girl in black satin and blindfolded, came slowly with her qin in her arms, tilted her head and smiled slyly, "I'm curious what kind of existence the Valley of the Wicked is like." Can let her biological father Kang Xuezhu live there Years.

"What about your lover?"

"Young Master Zhou has something he must do, and he left this morning, and I also have something I want to do."

The Golden Crow ascended to the east, and the world that had been silent all night began to clamor.

The roaring morning bell was rang, and Shaolin Temple should have started to knock on the wooden fish for the morning class as usual, but it could not help but presided over the incense and recited the Sutra of the Past.

The morning bell turned into a death knell, and Mao Mao, who was still on the way down the mountain in Shaolin, shook his body.

"I should really thank Sister Mo Lei."

A dark green seed took root and sprouted out of the body. In just a short moment, it completed the life of growth, flowering and then decay. The mountain wind blew past, leaving nothing here except the faint fragrance.

The soul seemed to be pulled for thousands of miles, and finally fell into the cold and sharp sword body. The conspicuous seven-star thread engraved on the sword body and the dragon pattern slid across a bloody light.

Maomao smiled in relief, curiously feeling the nothingness of herself.

This is the 'unity of man and sword' he is really pursuing.

73

Mo Yu's world has always been noisy, with shouts, screams, screams, and curses.

He was struggling desperately in a daze, and his body's survival instinct took over his body. Occasionally, when he was awake, he could see a world that was only blood-red.

After drowning, he felt very bad, his body was limp and he couldn't control himself, and the loud and distorted voice in his ears made his head hurt, but unfortunately he couldn't even say a word.

The bitter concoction was poured down unrestrainedly, the internal organs were writhing and uncomfortable, and the headache seemed to be a little lighter.

He fell asleep again in a daze, and when he woke up again, it was the middle of the night when no one was there. In this remote house with four walls, there was nothing but a bed and a young child holding a doll.

His throat was smoking with thirst, but his body had no strength. He struggled to move, but instead he pushed the child who was sharing the same bed with him out of bed and cried.

The child's crying gave him a headache, and he couldn't help making a fierce face, trying to sort out the cause and effect of his appearance in this inexplicable place.

The child was named Mao Mao, he was too young, and his speech was slurred. After asking for a long time, he became more and more irritable, and he poked a hornet's nest if he didn't hold back.

"Why don't you go home?"

"Maomao has no home."

The crying child said whimsical words, "But Maomao picked up the big brother, and Maomao will take care of the big brother, so that the big brother will become Maomao's family."

Who would take childish childish words seriously?Not to mention Mo Yu, who has experienced tremendous changes in the world and is indifferent and withdrawn.

Maomao's wishful feeding continued, deformed steamed stuffed buns, rice cakes that were cold to the teeth, or half-scattered multigrain porridge brought back.

This is an ordinary small village named Daoxiang Village. It is not considered rich. Unconditionally helping two homeless children is already considered the biggest concession. Other aspects are really not intentional. At least they were not allowed to sleep in the wild. A shelter from the wind and rain.

Occasionally, the merchants and villagers who went out would bring back rare snacks and candies, and the children in the village rushed up to grab them all. Except for Mo Yu, who was withdrawn and rarely appeared in front of people, even Mao Mao could get the candies.

Rare things are precious, and sweet and soft things are very popular among children, but unfortunately, this thing is expensive and rare, and it disappears after a taste, how can you be reconciled.

At this time, Maomao's existence was an eyesore, food and shelter were all provided by their parents, even better than what they had prepared for themselves, this resentment accumulated in their hearts over time, and soon exploded.

Pushing, shoving, snatching away the other party's things, trampling and tearing them up maliciously, even if they are stopped by older children, they still throw the candy they snatched high into the mountains full of civet cats .

Maomao cried very sadly and felt wronged. This is a habit that survived after being happy. When he realized that crying could not change any facts, he could only cater to the changes in the surrounding environment.

This day, Mo Yu didn't wait for Mao Mao to come back. As twilight fell, even the originally harmonious small mountain village was a little distorted in the black shadows.

It is easy to understand what happened, but it is a bit difficult to find a child who disappeared without knowing when.

The villagers lit torches and began to search the mountain. Mo Yu, who was also a child, was grounded in the name of protection, because the other party took care of him.