The beginning of the catastrophe

【Chapter Three and Four】

The wine jar shattered to the ground, the aroma of peach blossom wine wafted throughout the bamboo house, the fairy boy outside had been dismissed long ago, Ye Hua was not dressed in black, the white silk was wet by the wine, the table was covered with Every piece of rice paper is the same person.

Tsing Yi Yuguan, Fengshen is like jade;

Dressed in red, eyes like ice;

Xuanyi is dark and astringent, bloodstained;

"Linglong dice An Hongdou, lovesickness..."

His eyes were blurred, and the white jade wolf hair in his hand fell to the ground and broke in two.

Ridiculous, such words, how should they come out of my own pen? !He picked up Shengxuan on the case and exerted force in his hands, but lost his strength when he touched the eyes of the person in the painting.

Bai Xuan in his hand fell slowly to the ground, his ecstatic description seemed to mock his embarrassment.

There is a saying that you are sober before you are drunk, and you are ruthless before you are in love.The heart seems to be pierced with fine needles, one needle after another pierces the most fragile heart veins, even if the alcohol burns the body, the coldness in the heart cannot be relieved by half.

Zhang Xiaofan, how can you?How could this be……

Ye Hua asked herself and that person over and over again in her heart.Every sentence, every word that day, every expression of the cold expression standing opposite him, is clear, every time he closes his eyes, he can't escape the despair that will never wake up like a nightmare.

He thought it was just a dream.

He originally thought that being irrelevant between the two was the deepest knife that Zhisheng Guili could give him, but it turned out that after uncovering all the past, he knew that what he gave was only the tip of the iceberg.

The cultivation base in his body was empty, and he was more drunk than before. He was holding the purple jade table with one hand, and the wine jar with the other. The wine poured from the mouth of the jar and fell into his mouth. clean.

"Hehe, cough."

He chuckled to himself, coughed several times after being choked by the wine, his throat was filled with the painful smell of blood.It doesn't matter if you are imprisoned here, you don't need to hide, you don't have to be scruples, and you don't need to wear black clothes.

"Ghost Li, Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan, Ghost Li..."

"Snapped"

He threw the wine jar in his hand as if venting his anger, and another jar fell to the ground and shattered. Ye Hua's posture was still upright, but his eyes were already blurred. Looking at the debris on the ground, he felt that it was a shattered self. He kept whispering the same person's name in his mouth, the so-called Huang Liang Meng Duan, only felt that the bones of his soul were gone.

Outside the window, it was snowing heavily, and one person stood in front of the window, letting the mat-like ice flowers wet his whole body, he stared through the slightly open window, he could hear the bass clearly, his palms hidden in his sleeves turned white, and his eyes showed pain He bit his lower lip tightly with his teeth, bloodstains all over, but he didn't move at all from the beginning to the end, like an unconscious statue.

Until the snow falls on the body, half an inch does not melt.

The people in the house were already very drunk and fell asleep.

The falling snow mixed with the sound of the strong wind, covering up the traces that could not be seen under the blue sun. The eternal cold forced even the birds to pass by here. Under the airtight darkness, there was an almost dead land of ice and snow.I don't know how long it took, the first dawn in the east dawned, and the person who had been watching all night was covered with extremely thick snowflakes. He turned and left without forgetting to erase the traces. He didn't notice that the sleeping person in the house slowly opened his eyes. He opened his eyes, his eyes were dull, and his eyes slowly turned to the wooden window.And the tencel bed sheet under her body has been torn by fingers, one by one, in dilapidated condition.

A window, a snow, longing like tarsal poison, but still can't take a step.

In this way, it seems that half a point can be reduced.

Whose heart is drunk with that wine, but I can't forget his love.

……

Before the early morning rose, Gui Li had already returned to the bedroom.

The sleeping Tuanzi on the bed was wrapped in a brocade quilt, her little face flushed from sleep, like a curled up milk cat.

Ghost Li quietly came to the bed, took off his shoes and socks and went to bed, the doll under the quilt seemed to feel the warmth, rolled towards him unconsciously, slowly rubbed against his arms, and found a comfortable position fell asleep again.

He touched Tuanzi's soft round face, his eyes could not help showing love,

If he and Ye Hua's children had grown up to this day, they would be about this size. He had seen a portrait of God Mo Yuan before, and he was very similar to Ye Hua. Tuanzi was similar to Mo Yuan, so he was also similar to Ye Hua Therefore, no one would doubt that Tuanzi is not Yehua's child, and it is even more coincidental that the child's facial features are somewhat similar to his own.

【"If it's a girl, it's best to follow the eyes of you on Qingyun Mountain. If it's a boy, it's better to follow the eyes you have now."

Gui Li was held in Ye Hua's arms, and he propped his head to deal with a jade slip. Hearing the words, he gave him a blank look, "Is there a difference?"

Ye Hua took the brush from his hand, brushed away a strand of long hair that was hanging on the table for him like a pet, and said in a low voice, "If it's a girl, I only hope that she will be free from worries for the rest of her life. If it's a boy, he As you are now, you will not be easily influenced by others."] Neither of them tried to detect the aptitude of the fetus in the womb and the difference between male and female, so until the final Qingyun collapsed, he didn't even know that that child should be Is it a girl or a boy.

Thinking like this, I couldn't help being out of breath, like a sharp dagger biting my chest, or like a piece of black ice placed in my heart, scraping the flesh and blood, and chilling into the bone marrow.That child was deprived of his chance to come to this world with his own hands.

He never doubted Ye Hua's words, Ye Hua's temperament would never deceive him with such a thing, and he did have a faint feeling in the heart demon thunder that the two people's auras are slightly different.

It was him who blamed Ye Hua.

With his own hands, he ruined all hopes.

He hugged the dumpling in his arms, and the corners of his eyes were wet, what should he do?What can he do?He made all the mistakes, whether it was against Qingyun or Yehua.

The world is only a few decades long, can you really let it go?

How much has he done wrong?How dare you ask for someone's forgiveness.

I have delivered a letter to Shangshen Zheyan, presumably today, he will come to pick up the dumplings.

……

Kunlun Mountain is filled with purple air.

Mo Yuan crossed his legs, holding a letter in his hand, his expression did not fluctuate.

Opposite him, Bai Qian's face was sad, the Kunlun fan had already appeared in the palm of her hand, and the voice she asked was sharp, like silk paint blowing in a mess, making her face even paler, "Tell me, Ye Hua's letter complained, what is going on?" Is it true? Mo Yuan, tell me!"

She originally thought it was her empathy, and fell in love with her master, but it turned out that Mo Yuan was the one who married her on Junji Mountain a hundred years ago.

The one who had a child with her is also her master, Mo Yuan.

No wonder, back then on Junji Mountain, Ye Hua, who was sober from alcohol, suddenly took her back to Jiuchongtian, suddenly changed his attitude towards her, and finally even cut out his own eyes for Su Jin.

It was the first time she had heard of such a thing, and it turned out that it happened to her.

Mo Yuan's eyebrows were full of melancholy and complicated, he thought that this matter could be kept hidden forever.

Seeing that he was silent, Bai Qian knew that he was tacitly acquiescing. For a moment, it seemed that the hostility from Zhuxiantai swept through her body again.

During her three years in Tiangong, her heart was broken, she was framed by others, she lost her eyes, her body was covered with bruises, and in the end, she was not who she thought she was at all.

How ridiculous.

She thought she was crying, and reached out to touch it, but it was dry.

Her tears had already dried up.

Mo Yuan sighed, his eyes were blurred, and he opened his mouth softly, his voice was hoarse and trembling as if he was hiding all kinds of pain, "7 years ago, you protected my body with your heart and blood, and you have already had breath sensing. 300 years ago, suddenly Disappeared, my living soul was drawn to Junji Mountain because of your blood energy. You were supposed to meet Yehua on that mountain, who was a god after experiencing love and calamity, but you didn't know that destiny unexpectedly changed decades ago , Ye Hua was injured due to the battle between you and Qing Cang, fell into Qingyun, and met Gui Li, "

"The red thread between the two of them changed your fate, making Ye Hua, who was supposed to be seriously injured and fell in love with you in Junji Mountain, hurry back after waking up, and my living soul,"

Mo Yuan's expression was complicated, he stood up and hugged Bai Qian, hugging Bai Qian with great forbearance,

"I'm sorry, Qianqian, I fell in love with you as early as the beginning of ten thousand years, but I have already detected that you and Ye Hua have a destiny, if I forcefully change your destiny, I will definitely eat it back on you. I can't move rashly. And that wisp of living soul, "

His words became more and more erratic,

"That ray of living soul was transformed by my deepest love. I followed you. I saw Ye Hua fall into Junji, but unexpectedly he didn't stop at all and never returned. The soul-holding has no limit of cultivation. Even more obsessive, he turned into Ye Hua and fell in love with you, but he was too weak to stay for long, and you couldn't tell the difference because of your cultivation base. The emperor forbade Ye Hua to fall in love with a man , took the memory of the living soul to create false memories for Ye Hua, and the living soul turned into green smoke when he came to Junji Mountain, and then stored in Die Yong's body."

Bai Qian in his arms was already in tears,

"So, you just saw me and Ye Hua get married like this. If he doesn't abandon the marriage halfway, I will be someone else's wife now. Master, you don't want me, but you can even give up your child to someone else?"

Mo Yuan shook his head, there was no light in his eyes, and a look of pain appeared on his face, which was very similar to Ye Hua, "Qianqian, the living soul that turned into Ye Hua is just a soul body even though the roots of love are deeply rooted." .”

Bai Qian raised her head, tears drew an arc, her voice trembled a little,

"What do you mean?"

Mo Yuan smiled wryly, his hands tightly clutching Bai Qian's shoulders,

"A soul body, how could it be possible to conceive you? For seven years in Junji Mountain, sleeping together every night was only caused by the magic of the soul body. You and I have never had a physical relationship. That ball is indeed you and Ye Ye. Hua's child, I originally wanted to propose marriage to you Qingqiu when I woke up, but I didn't want to. You and Yehua already have a child. I asked you that day, but I was sincere. That was my last, desperate. .”

Bai Qian covered her mouth,

"Mo Yuan, I didn't answer you that day!"

Mo Yuan smiled wryly, she didn't answer him, but she turned around in a panic, could it be because she was shy?

"Qianqian, Tuanzi, it's not my child. If it were my child, how could he hide his aura from the Emperor of Heaven. Since the Emperor of Heaven acquiesces him as the next generation prince of the Celestial Clan, then he must be Yehua's child!"

Outside the Kunlun Cave, the silence was like stagnant water. A nine-tailed white fox leaped out of the cave. Inside the cave, the god Mo Yuan was half kneeling on the ground, with disheveled hair.

If the love is deep, if you don't live long, why bother to meet.