After wearing the book, I broke the plot

The fat-headed man led him all the way to a cemetery with white flags fluttering, and said in a strange voice: "This is called Bone Mountain. As the name suggests, it is made of bones. Demon lords over the years are buried here. They will never escape. The fate of burial."

Song Qi stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up, he could barely see the top.

"Let's go, let's go." The fat-headed little man walked ahead with his hands behind his back. At this moment, Song Qi had forcibly broken through the obstacles and recovered his consciousness, looking at the black figure in front of him with extreme vigilance.

The fat-headed man turned his head and said, "Why don't you leave?"

Seeing that the fat-headed villain didn't mean to hurt him, Song Qi stepped up to follow and asked, "What exactly do you want me to know?"

But the fat-headed man said something wrong: "What's your relationship with that little prince in scarlet clothes?"

"friend."

"Friend?" The fat-headed man clapped his hands as if hearing something extremely funny, "That's right, friend."

Song Qi looked puzzled, feeling that this villain was too weird, and the fat-headed villain said: "Since we are friends, then you should be willing to help him."

Song Qi said: "Let's listen."

"You know the Sky-Bending Stone, you people in the comprehension world seem to be looking for it." The fat-headed little man walked in front and shook his head, talking like singing: "The Sky-Bending Stone, it repairs the blood sea purgatory and Kyushu The only way, you just need to hide the sky-replenishing stone and don't let anyone know about it."

"How can I trust you?" Song Qi said indifferently: "Besides, why do you know that this is helping him? Do you know each other?"

"I don't know." The fat-headed little man hummed a song, and said after humming: "My duty is not to deceive you, and to show you everything you want to know when you come here."

Song Qi almost foamed at the mouth and rolled his eyes after being washed away by the magic sound, he couldn't help but said, "Is there any way for us to communicate without you talking?"

The fat-headed man thought about it and said, "Probably not."

When I came to the top of the mountain where there was no grass, there were tall white banners everywhere under the dark sky, and the paper money was scattered on the ground, and the bones under it were looming.Song Qi had a chill, he couldn't think of anyone who would miss me so much and bury himself here.

The fat-headed man pointed to the tombstone not far away, and said, "The one at the front belongs to Emperor Yuan."

Song Qi walked over and looked at the inscription on it: the first emperor of Kyushu, Jiu Yuan.There is a line of small words next to it: "What do you look at, I am better than you even if I lie here, kneel down and call me ancestor!"

Song Qi rubbed his eyes to make sure he didn't look at the flowers.

The fat-headed man explained from the side: "This line of small characters was engraved by him before his death. He can't figure it out and often does things that go against the world."

"It looks like this." Song Qi bowed and walked forward to look at other tombstones. He was much more normal and asked; Interested to know."

Take the subject matter back to the drawing book, Song Qi thought.

"Naturally." The fat-headed man raised his faint voice and said, "Speaking of which, everyone doesn't know one thing. The reason why Emperor Yuan unified Kyushu was for one person."

Song Qi listened to gossip in his eyes: "Is she a very beautiful woman?"

"He is a very beautiful man." The fat-headed little man said: "When he was just born, Jiu Yuan really committed crimes. Once he got into trouble and was on the way back, he was ambushed by people from the cultivation world and was seriously injured. He hid for a long time."

"He met a fairy dressed in white, healed his wounds, looked at the devastated land, and said: Destruction does not prove how powerful you are, let everything be reborn and crouch under your feet sincerely, that is the real strength By."

The man in white looked indifferent, heartless and desireless, and said to Jiu Yuan, who was already frightening at the time: "You are weak."

Enraged, the lion vowed to prove to him that destruction is the proof of true strength.

The human world is another river of blood, trembling together with the realm of self-cultivation. Jiu Yuan felt that the more he loved, the more lonely he became. That day he took off his royal robe and walked in the rain. An old woman tremblingly covered him from the rain. , invited him into the house to drink a bowl of hot porridge that was not much at home.

The old woman said to him, "Poor young man."

Jiu Yuan asked: "Where am I pitiful?"

"You look miserable."

"I'm not in pain."

He lied to a helpless old woman. He was really in pain. He felt that everyone respected him because they were afraid of him, not from the heart. He thought of the white clothes The ruthless eyes of the man, with a little pity.

The fat-headed little man said: "This is the past when Jiu Yuan proclaimed himself emperor."

"and then?"

The fat-headed man continued: "The people can carry the way, and they can also overthrow the way."

Emperor Yuan tried his best to govern Kyushu, but he couldn't resist the prejudice of ordinary people against him as a demon lord. They believed that he was cruel and unscrupulous, and he really enslaved them.As soon as Emperor Yuan issued a decree, he thought it was oppression and tyranny. In the writings of mortal historians, he was written as a cruel and bloodthirsty tyrant.

Erase all his achievements.

Negative beliefs have backfired on him, but after 500 years, the demon lord of the most powerful god died undefeated.

The fat-headed villain laughed loudly: "Emperor Yuan, who is astonishing in the past, is just a pawn in that man's hand!"

Song Qi covered his ears and had a terrible headache, and asked, "What does this have to do with Jiu Chong's entry into the world?"

"Because, he discovered that all of this is a conspiracy of the man in white." The fat-headed man turned around, stood in the gloomy black mist, and said in a low voice: "The sky-replenishing stone is, the cultivation world is, even one Grass and flowers are everywhere."

"The Purgatory Secret Realm is the only clue left by Emperor Yuan to the next Demon Lord."

Song Qi looked at such a fat-headed villain and felt a little creepy: "What's the clue?"

"The clue is the statue of the Twelve Vajras. As long as people are sucked into the illusion of the Twelve Vajras, everything that happens will be known to the devil."

Song Qi turned around and counted the number of tombstones here, and when the count reached seven, he asked, "You know quite a lot, why on earth are you telling me this, who are you?"

"I am..." The grotesque and absurd voice stopped abruptly, and Song Qi turned around suddenly, only to see a long knife pierced through the body of the fat-headed villain, and black blood sprayed all over the ground, and then the long knife Pulling it out, he slowly fell to the ground in a kneeling posture.

Under the dark light, Ah Jiu slowly wiped the dirty blood on the knife, raised her beautiful eyes with smooth arcs, looked at Song Qi with a slight smile and said, "It's good that brother Xianjun is fine, otherwise we must chop this thing into pieces Only mud can relieve hatred."

Song Qi's eyes widened in astonishment, and he took two steps back irresistibly. The moment the fat-headed little man fell down, he could clearly see that the final shape of his lips seemed to be about to say the word "you".

Seeing Song Qi's strong reaction, Ah Jiu's expression instantly became very aggrieved. She wiped off the dirty blood on her hands helplessly, and carefully rubbed over and pulled his sleeve, saying, "Did I scare brother?"

Song Qi still hadn't recovered, he only saw Ah Jiu's mouth opening and closing, but didn't hear what he said clearly.

Ah Jiu was completely panicked, her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry in the next second.

"I just saw that you were not in the cave. I was very panicked and very scared. I'm sorry, I will..."

"It's okay." Song Qi panted, and said, "It's just... quite bald, it scared me, when I saw your knife, I thought Jiu Chong was here."

Ah Jiu's words stuck in his throat, and he swallowed them back into his stomach.

After running around for a day, Ah Jiu found an old mansion with no one in it for the two of them to settle down in, and then set up a road barrier, which was safe for the time being.

After taking a hot bath, Song Qi wore only a single shirt, lay down on the bed and took out a drawing book, holding a pen in one hand, and nibbling a piece of butter cake with the other.

He twirled the fine brush, his pretty eyebrows furrowed slightly, thinking about the things the fat-headed man said, and described the story in detail in the notebook.

In the book, a Q-version villain wearing an imperial robe soon appeared, walking in the rain, and then an elderly Q-version villain in commoner clothes appeared, and he was given a bowl of porridge.

Song Qi was drawing and painting, and accidentally drew the Q version of Ah Jiu. When he realized it, the drawing book in front of him showed the scene in the small cave next to the magma that day. The Q version of Song Qi leaned on the Q version of Ah Jiu's The shoulders are sleeping soundly, and there is a bright snot bubble on the nose.

The sound of the door opening came from outside, Song Qi blushed, and hurriedly hid the drawing book under the quilt.

Ah Jiu opened the bead curtain and walked in barefoot, hugging the soft pillow and said, "Brother, I'm afraid of the dark, so I can't sleep."

Song Qi moved a little inside and said, "Then come up and sleep with me."

"Okay." Ah Jiu's bright eyes bent into crescent moons, she loosened her long hair and climbed onto the bed, her eyes fixed on Song Qi's milky white unknown object at the corner of his mouth, and said hoarsely, "Brother ate without my back?"

Song Qi rolled his eyes, stretched out his hand to make a comparison, and said in a low voice, "Just a little bit."

"I'll try it." Ah Jiu leaned over, her lips touched the corner of Song Qi's mouth, and she even stuck out her tongue to lick it, and said in a soft, juvenile voice, "It's delicious."

Song Qi's face turned red all of a sudden, as if he was still steaming, he pushed Ah Jiu away hard, and stammered: "You, you, you, what are you doing, what are you doing?"

He lost all strength in that push, and Ah Jiu was unaware that he pushed him off the bed which was not very wide. He rolled around several times before stopping, sat up and covered his forehead, and said in a crying voice: "Wuuuu, Headache."

Song Qi hurriedly turned down to look, and saw a big swollen bump on his forehead. He hugged him and patted his back in a panic, then blew on the big bump on his forehead and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it won't hurt if you blow it. Yes, whoo-hoo."

"It still hurts." Ah Jiu refused to let go, her eyes filled with little tears of grievance.

Song Qi panicked and said, "Then let me give you some medicine."

He supported Ah Jiu to sit on the bed, and was about to find medicine for his fall, when Ah Jiu pulled him back and said, "Brother Xianjun kissed him, and the pain should be gone."

"Uh..." Song Qi frowned and struggled for a moment, then leaned over and kissed the big bump on Ah Jiu's forehead, his face became redder a little bit, it was almost bleeding, he twisted his fingers and said : "Does it hurt?"

Ah Jiu looked at him with dark eyes and said, "It still hurts, maybe your kissing position is wrong."

"But I clearly..." Seeing that Ah Jiu was frowning in pain and trying to hide his innocence, Song Qi's voice became softer and he asked compromisingly, "Then where should I kiss?"

Ah Jiu looked uncomfortable, and said: "I don't know, it was my brother who threw me."

"..." Song Qi resigned himself to his fate and leaned over to kiss Ah Jiu's face again: "Does this still hurt?"

Ah Jiu shook his head, and a tear fell down with a snap.

The tears of the beautiful boy under the dark lamp are extremely heartbreaking, Song Qi felt more and more that he was a jerk, and cursed himself over and over in his heart.

Ah Jiu lowered her head to cover the corners of her raised mouth, and said in a soft voice: "As the saying goes, you have to tie the bell to untie the bell. This time, I was injured because I kissed my brother's mouth without proper manners. My brother kissed me too." Maybe I'll stop the pain."

Song Qi looked at the tearful beautiful boy in astonishment, his cheeks that had finally faded from the heat were congested again, and said weakly: "This...isn't that good?"

Ah Jiu covered her forehead, and said angrily, "If it's too much, forget it, I'll be in pain for a night, I don't want to embarrass my brother."

Song Qi scolded himself in his heart: I'm such a jerk!

He propped up his hands and leaned closer, his thick long eyelashes drooped tremblingly, his hair slipped from his shoulders, his soft lips pressed against her, and he kissed Ah Jiu gently.

Worried that it wasn't good enough, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, then quickly took it back.

The author has something to say: Song Qi: Beauty is traded for IQ.