[Comprehensive] Tibetan Sword

The boy woke up from a coma.

This is a comfort that I haven't felt for a long time. It doesn't refer to the feeling of the body, but the desire from the soul.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a dancing flame. The bright flame jumped and jumped, and the boy squinted his eyes involuntarily. Then he sat up slowly, and when he lowered his head, he found a red scarf hanging around his neck. plush balls.

"woke up?"

Only then did the boy notice that there was someone next to him. He looked in the direction of the sound and found a young man in black sitting beside him, holding a piece of dry wood, and stirring the pile of firewood up and down.

The young man has a slightly feminine baby face, with long hair loosely scattered behind his head. He leans against the wet and muddy cave, with black and green vines winding down beside him, not far from his cheek A trace of new green buds emerged from everywhere, and against the white to almost transparent face, it became more and more thrilling. Staring for a long time has a soul-stirring charm, which makes people want to get close involuntarily.

"When you wake up, adjust your breathing for a while." The man in black said lightly, "The body captured by the soul crossing technique overreacts to your remnant soul, is it painful?"

The pupils of the boy shrank suddenly, he recalled what happened before he fell into a coma in a trance, and then he heard the words of the man in black again. fall.

The boy's complexion was bleak, his dark eyes were empty and dull, with traces of hatred and resentment, unwillingness and struggle, he said in a trembling voice, "You..."

Soul Crossing Art is an evil soul art, cast aside by the world, the boy had to use this art to struggle in the mortal world, to live hard, but he didn't want his most hidden secret to be seen through by the man in front of him at a glance, which made the boy's heart flutter A sense of helplessness and despair.

Do you want to cross the soul again...

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that every time you die, you will lose the beautiful memories and the pain and despair given by trying to find your previous relatives and friends.

The boy lost all his strength and sat on the ground slumped. He closed his eyes, his face was dead silent, and he didn't say a word.

The man in black, that is, Li Bianliu frowned slightly. He stretched out his arms and hugged the boy in his arms. "Is it still hard?"

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and then he said in a low voice, "You...I..."

"what?"

"It's much better." The boy slowly raised his head, his black eyes flickering faintly, "How do you...know about me?"

Li Bianliu twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his finger and pointed to the wall inside the cave, "Didn't you carve it?"

The boy was taken aback, and he turned his head, just in time to see many words engraved on the wall in front of him. Under the dim light of the fire, those words full of resentment and hatred narrated the reincarnation journey from ancient times to the present.

——This is the cave where the boy lived before.

The boy spoke, his voice dry and hoarse, "Do you believe I wrote this?"

"Why not?" Li Bianliu raised his eyebrows, "What you wrote is the truth!"

The boy is so big, he suddenly looked back at Li Bianliu.

Li Bianliu shrugged, "Should I say I have admired you for a long time? Prince Changqin, I didn't expect to meet you here!" He said rather strangely, "At the beginning, the judgment of Emperor Fuxi was spread throughout the three worlds. At that time, many people It has been discussed, and of course I have heard of it.”

Boy, no, or rather, Prince Changqin's face changed slightly, "Who are you?"

"Well, you may have heard of me~" Li Bianliu said calmly, "I am a thousand-year-old ghost who has lived since ancient times. My name is Li Bianliu."

Prince Changqin's mouth opened slightly, he looked Li Bianliu up and down, his memory was like an opened box, slowly revealing some memory fragments, after a while, he said suddenly, "You are the one According to the legend, the spirit of heaven and earth who was born with the red hydrangea, snatched the Hit Artifact of God Nuwa, and escaped from many pursuits?"

=mouth=

Li Bianliu picked out his ears and looked at Prince Changqin incredulously, "Who are you talking about?"

Prince Changqin glanced at Li Bianliu with a complicated expression, then he lowered his head and fiddled with the red pompom hanging around his neck, "You can rest assured that you put such a magic weapon on me."

Li Bianliu's expression is quite exciting. When did the red pompom he used to live in become a red hydrangea? !Isn't this cheating? !This is a big problem with Nuwa!People who practice Taoism are the most taboo to owe karma to others. He owed Nuwa a huge karma for no reason. How can he have time to find the lost three souls of Shizhou in the future? !

So... absolutely cannot admit that this is a red hydrangea!wrong!This is not a red hydrangea in the first place! ! !

He said helplessly, "What red hydrangea? It's just an ordinary pompom. The reason I carry it with me is because my partner's remnant soul resides in the pompom!"

"Partner? Remnant soul?" Prince Changqin fiddled with the red ball's fingers. He took the red pompon from his neck and looked at Li Bianliu with strange eyes. At that time, I heard the words of Zhu Rong that God Nuwa would have a red hydrangea, but it was a pity that after a long time, God descended from the sky and the red hydrangea came out, but God Nuwa didn't realize it. Only then did we know that the red hydrangea was actually a red hydrangea. There is a companion spirit who somehow completed the first marriage in the beginning of the world, gained a great merit in life, and thus became a human being through the thunder calamity..."

Li Bianliu's expression has changed from =口= to o(╯□╰)o, he recalled that when he crossed the heavenly tribulation, there was indeed a golden light that helped him when the third thunder tribulation fell Blocked the catastrophe, but it turned out to be the help of merit...

Li Bianliu took the red hydrangea ball, fiddled with the red pompon ball twitchingly at the corner of his mouth, and said dryly, "...Oh, so it's like this... No wonder I think it's easy to cross the catastrophe..."

This time it was Prince Changqin's turn to twitch the corner of his mouth, but the pain of splitting his soul that had almost disappeared in the next second reappeared, and he let out a muffled grunt and collapsed to the ground.

Li Bianliu came back to his senses, thought for a while, and hung the red hydrangea around Prince Changqin's neck again.

Prince Changqin panted for a while before gradually relieving the convulsions of his body. He sat up slowly, leaning against the hard and cold stone wall, and said in disbelief, "The red hydrangea also has the effect of relieving pain?!"

Li Bianliu rolled his eyes, "How is that possible?!" After a pause, he said, "The remnant soul of my loved one has a time confinement circle, as long as there is this circle, the time of the soul will be frozen , the pain of splitting the remnant soul will be frozen."

"He lives in the red hydrangea, and if you bring the hydrangea with you, you will suffer less pain under the influence of that formation."

Prince Changqin suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, and said anxiously, "How did this time confinement formation... come?"

Li Bianliu shook his head, "This is Shizhou—ah, the name of the person I love—he got it by himself in another world. When I came to this world with pompon, Shizhou's soul was surrounded by With this formation."

"So sorry, I don't know how to do that either."

When Prince Changqin heard this, the light in his eyes instantly dimmed.

Li Bianliu said slowly, "But when Shizhou wakes up tomorrow, you can ask him."

"...he can wake up!?"

"Of course!" Li Bianliu said as a matter of course, "You can use the soul crossing technique while floating, how could Shizhou lose consciousness?!"

Prince Changqin's face was quite distorted, he stared at Li Bianliu for a while, and then slowly, slowly let out a sigh of depression, the pain of soul splitting was temporarily relieved, he slowly stretched his body, Feeling the long-lost comfort, Prince Changqin suddenly had a sore nose and felt exhausted for some reason.

Days like this... when will it end?

After resting for a while, after receiving the garlic and white meat from Li Bianliu, the crown prince Changqin looked at Li Bianliu rather strangely, "It's hard to imagine that you can actually cook?"

Li Bianliu said lightly, "The longer you live, the more you will meet."

Prince Changqin was taken aback for a moment, and his face darkened.

How long has he lived?How many soul crossings have you experienced?He no longer remembers how many mothers washed his hands and made soup for him, nor how many fathers gently stroked the top of his head, and their words were full of comfort and encouragement.

But no matter how much warmth there is, when he goes looking for it after his soul crossing, it will always turn into the sharpest bayonet, piercing deeply into his scarred heart, being moved and warmed again and again, Being pierced again and again, being hurt again and again.

The gentle and beautiful feelings were replaced by betrayal and injury. Looking back on the past, there is nothing to remember.

Prince Changqin's hands trembled involuntarily. Even though the smell of meat was overflowing from the tip of his nose, he no longer had the slightest appetite. He barely ate two bites. He put down the bowl and chopsticks, and walked out of the cave in a sneaky manner.

It was pitch black outside the cave, and the icy night wind blew by. Prince Changqin shivered involuntarily. He felt cold all over his body, like his heart that had been tortured.

Footsteps sounded from behind, and immediately he was wrapped in a large black sleeve robe, his cold hand was covered by another hand, and at the same time Li Bianliu's voice of reproach came from above his head, "The night is cold and dew heavy, your soul is Haven't fully merged with the body, and you still want to run out to blow the wind like this, do you want to die?"

Prince Changqin turned around, the young man in black was facing the flames, holding him firmly by his side, the golden flames danced outside the young man's robe, outlining a golden halo, in the dark night It is so breathtaking, like the salvation of the bottom of my heart.

The hands of the man in black were slightly cool, but strangely, Prince Changqin felt unusually warm.

This person knew his past, and the situation of the person he loved was similar to his. Even though the situation was not good, Prince Changqin still felt that meeting this person made him feel a little less lonely.

Youdao means that the remnant soul is not lonely on the road~╮(╯▽╰)╭

Li Bianliu picked up Prince Changqin and walked back to the cave.

"Even if you are not afraid of the cold, the ten continents in the hydrangea may be frozen, so be careful!"

"..."

——He took back what he just said, warmth or something, the cliff is an illusion, an illusion! ! !