chronicle of court survival

This illusion seems to be able to confuse people's mind, and then, weird and sad emotions gradually came to my heart.

Xia Qing became uneasy.

He stared at a lamp, inexplicably remembered that when he received the Ananda sword when he was a child, the biggest confusion in his heart was what to do during the wedding night.Master said that his hair has not yet fully grown, but he thinks a lot.In fact, when he grows up, he will no longer be confused about this matter.He has no interest in the lust of the world, and even avoids it like a scourge.

"What the hell is this place?" He murmured softly.

One by one red lights occupy the field of vision.

Xia Qing wanted to go forward, but found that he had bumped into an invisible wall in the dark, blocking his way, and looking back, the door of the quiet room was also closed.He was trapped in a square inch, and he was accompanied by red lights all over the sky, like thousands of quiet eyes, illuminating countless karma in the depths of people's hearts.

In the next second, his body froze suddenly, his body was injured by the sword intent, and the pain that burned his soul did not expect to come back at such a critical moment! !

Xia Qing's face was pale, and he took a deep breath, lightly touched the front with his fingers, and knelt down in discomfort.

It was too quiet here, so quiet that there was nothing to distract him.

As for the heart demon and illusion, the more you escape, the sharper it will appear in your mind.

So much so that he became more sober with pain, looking forward, his light brown eyes were confused by the red light, and his mind was full of the words about going upstairs to watch the snow on a bamboo raft——you better think of me satisfying answer.

He was thinking, ever since he jumped out of the window in embarrassment in that village, he had been thinking about it, and his head was about to explode.

Think about what he should do.

Xia Qing lowered his head and stared blankly at his open palm, the cold sword light flowing silently between the palm lines.

His black hair fell quietly, and his eyes were covered with a layer of ambiguous red, scarlet as if he had just cried.

All of a sudden, fearful, flustered, apprehensive, uneasy—all kinds of anxious and irritable emotions forced him like a trapped animal.

It seems that since birth, he has never experienced such a mood.

Song Guichen didn't understand, neither did Xue Fuguang, neither did he himself.

Taishang Wangqing is indeed not a ruthless way, there is no need to cut off love, but it is not so simple if you don't want to be tied by love, it is better to just choose to cut off love and feel at ease.

Xia Qing's eyelashes were wet with tears, her long hair was loose and she knelt on the ground, looking at the palm of her hand, her expression was stunned, full of confusion.

Tears of pain overflowed from the eyes, and fell on the palm of the hand, splashing water.

Thousands of lamps break flesh and soul.

From his hair to his fingertips, every part was in pain, and the pain was so extreme that his soul calmed down.

The butterfly in the sleeve sensed that his mood was not right, poked its head out quietly, and flew to Xia Qing's open palm.

The butterfly's scales are blue, and the radiance is clear and cold, which has become the only peaceful place for him to see in a daze.

Xia Qing breathed lightly and watched the butterfly flap its wings.

The past life plays back in the mind like a movie.

Start with the wall of the orphanage overgrown with ivy.

The dormitory building with peeling and mottled paint, the noisy big dining hall, where he was born, grew up, went to school there, and graduated there.

20 years of life, countless joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, I really have to think about it carefully, maybe the only thing I remember most clearly is that afternoon when the setting sun was like blood.

In fact, he has met many people who treated him well, and also met many people who treated him badly. Gentleness and kindness are true, and abandonment and abuse are true.

But all stories have an end.

Just like the orphanage will be renovated, and the old director will grow old. Xiao Pang is flying away with his childhood dream of being famous.

And the male master who attempted to moles him, after he called the police, went to jail and came out with no face, and couldn't stay any longer and changed cities.

Relatives and friends will be separated, and the wicked will have retribution.

There is an end to both the good and the bad.

Therefore, if joy does not last long, neither does resentment last long.

All actions, words, and thoughts are karma.All evil deeds, evil causes, and evil effects are evil.

On a rainy night in Shangjing, he dreamed about the past, about Song Guichen's karma, and about the blood feud between him and the Yuzu.

Xia Qing thought that his subconscious repulsion and confrontation with Song Guichen should be a deep, deep emotion accumulated a hundred years ago.

Otherwise, with his temperament, how could he remember it for so long.

It's just that even if it's a grievance that spanned a hundred years, he won't lose his mind over it, and he won't fall into the current situation where he has demons.

Xia Qing pulled the corners of her lips bit by bit, tears fell down, wet the butterfly's wings.

"I'm really curious why the master said that you are the most suitable person to practice the way of forgetting love. Could it be that you don't hold grudges because of your forgetfulness? The word "Wangqing" sounds so powerful. I want to learn it too. But the master won't let me tell you what the master taught you and let me learn a few tricks secretly."

"...He didn't teach me anything. He just let me stare at people in a daze."

"and then."

"Then," the boy thought for a while, chewed the leaves and said, "He let me live without worries."

Nothing to worry about.

Xia Qing curled up in pain, her black hair fell to the ground, and the moment she closed her eyes, she let out a short laugh.

Thinking about it until his head hurts, he can be considered to understand.

What is he running from?

——He is afraid.

I am afraid that the Taoism that has been steadfast for a hundred years will be destroyed once.

I'm afraid that if I fall in love, I won't be able to escape completely.

I am afraid that this obsession will be a long-term thing.

I'm afraid he won't be able to be carefree again this time.

Xia Qing's fingertips trembled, and her black hair flowed all over her body like running water. For the first time, she showed her fragility, and her voice was also trembling, as light as snow.

"Lou Guanxue, I'm afraid this time it will be a disaster."

boom--

What he told Xue Fuguang was right, his inner demon can only be himself.

Thousands of red lights shattered in an instant, turning into streamers and stars, all over the entire dark world.

The illusion collapsed, and a corner of snow-white robe appeared in Xia Qing's peripheral vision.

Xia Qing's brain was clouded, and he raised his head, his eyes were red, and his eyelashes were still stained with tears.

"Why are you so pitiful?"

Lou Guanxue also knelt down, wiped away his tears with her fingers, and chuckled lightly.

Xia Qing didn't speak, and quietly looked at the person in front of him.

The blue butterfly flew to Lou Guanxue's side.It seemed to have completed a task, and it untied itself like a sigh of relief, turning into a ray of pure white light that merged into his fingertips.

Lou Guanxue lowered her eyes, and explained: "I want it to follow you to protect you. It said something happened to you, so I came here, but I didn't expect it to be a dreamland."

Xia Qing still didn't speak.

Lou Guanxue bit the tip of her tongue, kissed Xia Qing involuntarily, pried open his lips, and fed him her own blood.But this time Xia Qing didn't resist, she opened her mouth obediently and closed her eyes.

After swallowing Guanxue's blood downstairs, the tingling pain instantly faded away like a tide.

The blood and foam melted together, Xia Qing stretched out his hand actively, and wrapped his arms around Lou Guanxue's neck.

Lou Guanxue was slightly taken aback, and deepened the fishy-sweet kiss.

After it was over, he groped the corners of Xia Qing's eyes with his fingers. His eyes were deep and dark, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Xia Qing, you don't think your demons have seen me, do you?"

Xia Qing's eyes seemed to want to see every inch of his face clearly.

Lou Guanxue saw how weak he was now, no longer pressed him, and picked him up.

Xia Qing didn't struggle, and said softly in his arms after a while: "I figured that out."

Lou Guanxue was taken aback for a moment, and responded lightly, "Yes."

Xia Qing said: "Falling in love with you should be something that can never be undone."

Lou Guanxue was silent for a moment, then smiled very lightly, but her tone was gentle: "Is this the answer you gave me?"

Xia Qing didn't answer the question, wrapped his arms around his neck, and closed his eyes wearily.

His voice was so low that it was unreasonable, he picked up the previous one and said to himself: "Forget it, then there will be no redemption."

There are countless hallucinations of quiet rooms in the Bone Road.Basically, everyone who goes to the end has to toss in it.

The road ahead of Wen Jiao was stumbling, and he would be frightened by falling skeletons from time to time, and would cry non-stop if he touched even a little bit of delicate skin.

He didn't dare to cry, but he felt wronged and sad anyway. He thought that this journey would be so difficult, but who knew that after entering a maze and getting separated from the crowd, he became the smoothest among all the people.

The miasma was so heavy that he couldn't see the scene around him clearly. He could only hear desperate screams and cries of collapse one after another.

Everyone's demons are often the deepest obsessions in the heart. This obsession may be fear or regret.

But Wen Jiao has no demons.

His greatest wish in life is to be loved by thousands of people like before, without doing anything, and to trample everyone under his feet.

But this kind of desire is also very simple, he just thinks so and doesn't want to put in too much effort for it, so he doesn't have too much obsession.

Although the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed in this life, and his relatives were buried alive in the loess with his own eyes, Wen Jiao was born heartless, and these things would not become his nightmare.

Wen Jiao sniffed, and walked through the demon room unimpeded.

He looked at the surrounding environment and found that it was extremely familiar.Wen Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed a little, clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, and walked deep into the mausoleum according to the route he wrote down when he was a child.

He saw mermaid candles burning all the way.

The lights are bright, and every wall is old-fashioned.

Arriving in front of the dusty door, Wen Jiao trembled, and opened the mechanism with his delicate hands. Kakaka, the thick bluestone door slowly opened. She threw herself into his arms, and said in a crisp voice: "Little master! You are finally here!"

Wen Jiao was so timid and pitiful, he yelled, threw the fire away, and stepped back, but accidentally tripped over the steps and fell to the ground in embarrassment.His eyes were red, and he was about to cry again.

At this time, a familiar female voice sounded: "Jiaojiao, long time no see."

Wen Jiao didn't even have time to cry, so he looked up and saw a woman in a black dress smiling gently at him from not far away, with black hair and white flowers, and silver-blue eyes, like the sea.

Wen Jiao was not happy to see his late mother.His first reaction was disgust and panic: "Ghost! Ghost!"

With a loud cry, he rolled and crawled back on the ground.

Little Flame was thrown away, and she was feeling aggrieved. Seeing the little master's attitude towards her master, she was even more aggrieved and angry!

It turned its head blankly, wanting to see the master's reaction - the master is so kind to the little master and loves him so much, it must be sad.But it turned its head slightly, and saw that Zhuji was still smiling, as if she was not interested in all the performances of her son.

In fact, Zhuji was not interested in Wen Jiao's love and hatred, and even turned a blind eye to his wounds.Love her or hate her, so what.

She only wants him to live safely until he grows up, no matter how he lives.

She just wants him to come to her, no matter how difficult the process is.

Zhuji floated over, leaned over, and touched Wen Jiao's eyebrow with her slender fingers, smiling gently.

How wonderful.

Here... will be where she was born.

Wen Jiao burst into tears and kept saying, "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Zhuji's tone was sweet and gentle: "Jiaojiao, you can see who I am."

Wen Jiao seemed to have finally woken up a bit, opened her eyes wide, and was stunned for a while, her face was pale, and she shrank and asked: "Mother?"

Zhuji smiled: "Yeah."

Wen Jiao was convinced that this was his mother's moment. Since entering the mausoleum, all the grievances spewed out: "Mother! Help me avenge me!"

When he saw his mother who had come back from the dead, the first thing that came to his mind was hatred.

Little Huo Huo came over eagerly: "What's wrong with little master, why are you covered in injuries all over your body! Who dares to bully you! Are you the big villain!"

Wen Jiao seemed to have found a backer, and cried angrily and anxiously: "Mother! I want all the people who accompanied me in this time to die here! They all bullied me! They are not good people!"

Zhuji: "Okay, whoever bullies us Jiaojiao, I will avenge you!"

Wen Jiao was overjoyed in his heart, and the distorted hatred disappeared a little bit. He used to act like a baby, and said, "Mother, I want you to take me to see how they died! I want to see them kneeling on the ground begging for my forgiveness!"

Zhuji smiled and said slowly: "It's all up to you."

The little flame flickered, the little master's temperament was really strange.But no matter, dare to love, dare to hate, say whatever you want, isn't it also a kind of straightforward and arrogant cuteness!

"However, after avenging you, can you do something for your mother?"

In fact, there is no need to seek Wen Jiao's opinion at all, but Zhuji is still willing to maintain this superficial mother-child relationship.

Wen Jiao sucked her small nose and stared blankly at her: "What?"

Zhuji gently stroked the gap between his eyebrows with her fingers, and laughed: "There is no reincarnation for the mermaids who leave Tongtianhai, but I don't want to die."

Zhuji said softly: "My Jiaojiao, I have given you supreme love and wealth. I have made those heavenly favored sons of Penglai give their all to you and give everything to you."

"I gave you the wealth, affection and love that the world can only dream of."

"I let you live innocently and viciously, purely and selfishly until now."

Zhuji bent down and smiled.

"Now, it's time for you to repay your mother, my Jiaojiao."