Heaven is fearless

Amidst the crackling and shattering sound of the Wangchuan ice, tens of thousands of ghost corpses opened their mouths following their greedy desires, and their bony claws stretched and stretched. Driven by their instincts, they floated towards Xiyi.

In the blood-red cold water, countless bodies abandoned by death float up and down. In the river of oblivion, even the sound is cut off, and only the water waves can be seen layer by layer, and ghost corpses gather around silently. This scene is really scalp-numbing.

Xi Yi frowned, and stepped back slightly in disgust, avoiding the ghost claws that were about to reach into his arms to touch the child, and smashed the ghost's head with a single touch, the ghost that lost its head The corpse sank upright, maintaining the posture of reaching out, and was bitten and devoured by the same kind before it entered the darkness below.

The child held by him slowly opened his eyes. Xi Yi sneaked a glance at the child in his busy schedule, and was surprised to find that this child who was only four or five years old actually had a pair of extremely beautiful eyes.

These eyes are black and white, as if containing two pills of bright black mercury, the outline is beautiful, with a dignified and gentle temperament, it seems to gather the spirit of the world, the pupil color is slightly lighter than ordinary people, naturally It has the ethereal meaning of pulling away from the mundane.

Even in such a harsh environment, Xi Yi couldn't help being dazed for a moment because of these incredibly beautiful eyes.

As expected of a future Buddha, with just these eyes, he already has the demeanor of a great monk who will never be shocked and compassionate to the world in the future.

When they are watching them wholeheartedly, there is a terrifying feeling of being completely seen through.

The ghost king took out a elixir and stuffed it into his mouth, and quickly moved away from looking at him, allowing the child to look at him directly in his arms, but his arms moved, giving the bruised man The child changes positions.

It wasn't until he touched it that Xi Yi realized how badly the child was injured. There was hardly a piece of good flesh on his body, and some parts had even seen bones. Unstoppable blood overflowed from his body, attracting ghost corpses to rush forward Come up for the food.

Under the fence, the ghost king's beautiful face was covered with a layer of frost, but the child didn't know the common sense in the world, as if he didn't even know what it was to be afraid, and still curled up in Xiyi's arms. What kind of posture did this man adjust for him? He obediently stopped there according to this posture, his face and expression seemed to be still, obviously with such a serious injury, he didn't even show any pain.

Hugging the child in his arms, he took off his own fence and put it on his head, letting the hanging tulle wrap around the child's body and sight. The ghost king hovering in the water of Wangchuan River seemed to come from the heinous hell. The poisonous flower that grew out of it, the ghost corpses around it twisted ferociously, trying to cling to this most beautiful flower in the world, I don't know whether they want to catch this flower and sink into the abyss, or they want to climb into life along this beautiful flower. world of readers.

The black robe swelled in the water, and the Ghost King twisted his body and stomped on a ghost corpse's head. The ghost corpse's head was directly smashed into the cavity, and one hand was still scratching, but the person who stepped on it was already relaxed. Taking advantage of the momentum, Song jumped ten feet up, and when he was about to exhaust himself, he followed the same pattern and found a stepping stone.

This method is very stupid, and the closer to the surface of the water, the greater the suction force of Wangchuan. Xiyi seems to be carrying a mountain on his back. He could float up tens of feet at a time, but now he can only move forward a few feet. There seem to be countless people behind him. His hands and feet were pulling him, and the end was dark and dark in front of him.

A soul-stirring battle royale is going on in the silent Wangchuan. Countless ghost corpses are alarmed and come together following the aroma of fresh flesh and blood. They are like locusts, gathering into storms and smoke, like a huge awl, At the tip of the awl are a few ghost corpses with high speed, and there are countless ghosts holding the tip of the awl.

It was like Wang Chuan greedily stretched out his rotten arms to keep all the visitors.

On the sharp cone, there is only a ghostly black figure. He is lighter and more flexible than the ghost corpse that has been submerged in the water for countless years. His body tosses and turns, protecting a small body in his arms, and runs towards the water surface.

Xi Yi lowered his eyes and glanced down, and was immediately taken aback by the ghost corpse right under his feet. The highly decomposed face was so close that it was about to touch the soles of his boots, Xi Yi was so startled that he almost gasped. Xuancai closed his mouth when the stenchy water was about to be poured in.

In order to hold the child in his arms, he had to condense the ghost body, so he also took on more pressure, the law kept cheering him up in his ears, Xiyi frowned and dodged a ghost's hand, Kicking it to pieces, it floated up a few feet.

"too heavy."

Xiyi gritted her teeth in consciousness and said to the law.

He now felt that what he was carrying on his back was no longer a mountain, and the weight of the entire Kunlun Mountains was about the same.

The law surrounded him with concern, sinking and floating: "You have sunk too deep into the River of Forgetfulness."

Xi Yi didn't speak, and looked sideways at the child in his arms. The other party was still silent, his eyes were looking at his feet, and there was a faint tranquility like thinking on his immature face. The imminent breath of death could not arouse any touch in him, the way he looked at these ghost corpses was the same as when he looked at Xiyi.

He almost looked as if he was about to tear himself away from his tiny body and lift his frail soul to the sky.

The glamorous ghost king raised his brows, showing an expression of anger or disbelief that he couldn't tell.

The child was lowering his head when suddenly two fingers appeared on his chin.

He had no choice but to raise his head with the strength of those two fingers, and set his transparent and innocent eyes on that face that was so beautiful beyond common sense.

The body of the man holding him was cold, but it was not bad, because through the thin clothes, the flesh they touched was the same without any temperature.

Such a temperature is eternal, stable, and calm.

The child's glazed eyes looked at Xi Yi.

The glamorous man suddenly laughed.

This smile is like a snow-white flower blooming in the ghost mythology, green mountains and clear waters spread along the coast, and the dry death in the ghost mythology retreats under such a smile, allowing the warm spring breeze to blow into the folds of the river, and the moonlight is painted on the Cangshan mountain with evening snow.

In this smile, there is the smoke and fire of the red dust, the waves of the pine forest on the mountain under the moonlight, and the lonely drunken guest under the silence of wine. Thousands of mortals are born, old, sick and dying in joy, anger, sorrow and joy. Years come and go, only looking up forever The ghost king of the sky has been looking at the invisible sky and bright moon for thousands of years.

The child who had never known beauty and ugliness opened his eyes slightly.

At this moment, he felt ignorantly that there was something about the person smiling at him in front of him that was completely different from other people.

The ghost king in Xuanyi gently tapped the child's temple with his free hand, and then the child heard a lazy voice with a smile: "I don't like the way you look at me, as if I'm a skeleton .”

The child opened his eyes, listening to the voice that suddenly rang in his mind, his expression now had a bit of surprise that belonged to a child, and the sense of danger that seemed to be transcending the world just now disappeared from him all of a sudden.

Xi Yi frantically dodges among the ghost corpses. In order to save energy, only the ghost corpses that cannot escape will be ruthlessly killed. Even in such a thrilling escape, the finger on the child's temple is still steady. As gentle as holding a delicate petal.

"No one has ever looked at me like that," said the voice with great certainty and confidence. "You must have no concept of beauty or ugliness."

His tone was firm as if what he said was the truth.

The child blinked, his beautiful and slender eyelashes were like the thinnest young feathers under the wings of a dove. He didn't have any intention to refute Xi Yi's conclusion, but just quietly listened to the other party's accusations against him.

"Don't you think I'm good-looking? Even if you don't know what good-looking is—well, that's what I am, and the ones like me are the prettiest, the bottom ones, ugh—"

Xi Yi didn't let him go just because he was a child, and his tone was so straightforward that it seemed that if he didn't praise himself as a beauty, it meant that the other party had something wrong: "If you want to praise me, you can read "Jin Yu", in "Rongzhi" "In ", every sentence can be used to praise me."

He kindly pointed out the learning channels for the other party. His voice was steady and a little brisk and arrogant. The child in his arms was still silent, but quietly memorized the two words "Jinyu" and "Rongzhipian". In the heart.

A ghost corpse wrapped its fingers around Xiyi's fluttering clothes, the ghost king in Xuanyi raised his foot and kicked him away, hugging the child in his arms, suddenly flew into the air, and jumped out of the water.

As soon as he left the water, the weight on his body that was as heavy as the Kunlun Mountains disappeared suddenly, and he almost leaped tens of feet in the air. With his hands, the fingers covered with rotten flesh and maggots were like bristly branches, weaving countless nets on the River of Forgetfulness.

As soon as Xi Yi left the River of Forgetfulness, he flew dozens of kilometers away and stopped on a hill. As soon as he stopped, a ghostly aura filled his body, and red flowers the size of fingernails rolled their petals immediately under his feet, and they disappeared like stars. Spread out, and open the fluffy tapestry on the barren desert.

It was as if these little flowers had been waiting here, waiting for this man to pass by, and then bloom once in a lifetime for his stay.

Xi Yi noticed where the child's eyes rested, sat on the ground quite casually and calmly, took out a lot of bottles and cans, and stuffed a lot of pills into the child's mouth. The wound on his body healed quickly, and the bleeding stopped. But the scars eroded by the Forgotten River water still clung to his young body horribly, and were not erased by the pill.

Seeing this, Xi Yi frowned slightly, and quickly returned to his indifferent appearance as if nothing had happened, pointing to these flowers and said: "Ghost mythical specialty immortal flowers, always follow me, ah... I also know that I am pretty, but when I walked It blooms everywhere... I really want to be a low-key ghost."

The child looked at him earnestly, with peaceful brows and eyes, and didn't even know if he understood these words.

Xi Yi looked intently, and was surprised to find that the child's pupils were not the slightly lighter gray-black pupils just now, but in the faint light of the ghost, his pupils were as fine and thin as gold sand. It is also bright and luxurious, but it will only appear under certain angles.

Xi Yi looked at him, reached out to touch the child's bones, and stopped halfway through the touch.

The child was thin and thin, as if he was only four or five years old, but Mo Gu told Xi Yi that he was already eight years old.

This is too bad.

"Where are your parents?" Xiyi sat cross-legged in front of the child, tilting her head to look at him, "What's your name?"

The pair of eyes that seemed to contain golden quicksand at a certain angle just looked at Xi Yi quietly, with long eyelashes drooping, he was obedient like a fawn that had left its doe and relied on others by instinct.

"You haven't said a word since just now." Xi Yi slowly reached out to touch his throat, guessing aimlessly in his mouth, "I'm dumb? I don't know what to say? Or no one taught me?" How do you talk?"

The child who had been obediently letting Xiyi play with him reacted this time. He raised his beautiful eyes with long eyelashes, his slightly plump face puffed up a little, and then took a step back, avoiding Xiyi's attack by chance. hand.

The Xuanyi Ghost King raised an eyebrow, his expression clearly displeased.

——He has probably never been rejected by anyone, so even a child's avoidance is unacceptable to him.

This is the arrogance that only those who have been living in a pampered love will have.

The child shook his head slightly, raised his hand, gesticulated twice in the air with his thin, scarred fingers, and then stopped as if lost, his eyes were blank for the first time.

Xi Yi understood.

In the realm of comprehension, even ugly people are rare. With the advancement of cultivation, the impurities and dirt in the body will be discharged, and the appearance will always improve slightly. Those with handicapped hands and feet, unless they are deliberately hindered, are Losing the original limbs can also reshape the body through some means.

And disabilities such as deaf-mute can be said to be the best treatment.

But the child was still unable to speak.

Xi Yi felt a little unbelievable.

The elixirs he gave the child just now are all elixir for the body, and there is no problem in curing a natural dumb disease, why is this so?

He couldn't tell what was the problem, but he just thought helplessly that maybe he had to keep the child with him for a while, and he had to find a way to let the incarnation of the Buddha take over the child. , can't let the king of ghosts raise a Buddha child, what kind of horrible joke is this!

The Xuanyi Ghost King was silent for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, then pouted, and smiled lazily and beautifully: "Well, little mute, I have never met anyone who doesn't praise my beauty, even if you can't speak No. Come with me, until you can talk, you have to follow me."

He looked around, picked up a handful of bright red immortal flowers, gathered them into a small bunch, and swung them in front of the child: "Hey, a greeting gift."

The red flowers were gathered into a ball, Lingxiu Yuxue's child stared at this bunch of small flowers, and after a long time, he stretched out his hand carefully to hold it.

An adult holds only a small circle of flowers, but the child occupies the whole hand. He holds them like a handful of small stars, looks at them with love, raises his head for a while, and looks at them. Looking at Xiyi, he pursed his lips and revealed a clear and clean smile like a god or Buddha.

The author has something to say: The four cubs are here!He is the most well-behaved of all the cubs, and currently... a little mute.

Ghost King's thoughts: You don't praise me for being good-looking?Then there must be something wrong with your aesthetics.What?Can't speak?No, you have to praise me for being good-looking, not being able to speak is not the reason for you not to praise me!

Conclusion: I'm going to cure you.