God has been dead for 300 years

From a distance, the inn looks like it was built of black wood, with a sense of silence and darkness; when it gets closer, it turns out to be a majestic crimson.Countless red silks were hung from top to bottom, and tens of thousands of small white flowers fell from top to bottom, but the light of this lantern was too light, and the top floor was hidden in darkness, so it was hard to tell whether these small flowers fell from the sky or from the upstairs. The top fell.

Huaying is supporting a small flower, the calyx is up, the four petals are snow-white, and each petal has light green folds, which is really beautiful; look at the sleeves, but there are six-edged snowflakes clinging to it, all of which are beautiful. One piece is actually overlapping.

He looked up again, only to see a crooked plaque in the inn that appeared and disappeared in the dark, with only one flying word on it: fake.

The little puppet has eagerly stepped forward to open the door of the inn, and a gentle sigh came from inside, and then, someone whispered, "It is most pity for the person in front of you, and it is not good to ignore the past."

Li Bai frowned, and silently stood up from behind Huaying, wanting to move forward.

Huaying said, "Disciple, go back."

Li Bai paused for a moment, then slowed down his pace without saying a word, but stared closely at the back of the person in front of him.

The room was dark, and the puppet Xiaosi lit another oil lamp, and only then did they see the furnishings in the room clearly.

The oil lamp in the northeast corner is almost exhausted, and only reflects a little light the size of a grain of rice. The main entrance faces a large stage, made of excellent material, made of high-quality golden nanmu.In the middle of the stage, there is only a piece of white bright cloth standing upright, exuding a faint radiance, and dotted with the light of stars, it is truly beautiful.Looking at the four corners of the stage, there are countless paper-cut villains piled up in a mountain, in such a mess that they almost burst through the roof.

Xiao Si took out a bamboo stick that was as wide as his index finger, and stammered, "Guest...Guest officer, are you listening to an opera?"

Huaying nodded, picking and choosing among them, and couldn't help laughing after a long while, "There's not even a song on it, how do you choose?"

Xiao Si paused, scratched his head, but still mustered up his courage, and muttered, "Well, guest officer, you can choose a lottery at will, and the plays in our inn are all random..." .”

After hearing this, Li Bai couldn't help but ask, "What's the significance of the choice?"

Xiao Si racked his brains and thought for a while, then said, "Show me some respect?"

Li Bai pursed his lips tightly.

Huaying sighed, "Go ahead."

As the music played, the raving just now sounded again out of thin air: "The most pity is for the person in front of you, and it is not good to ignore the past."After sighing, the villains at the four corners of the stage seemed to have souls, and slowly flew to the white bright cloth emitting a faint light.

All of them became animated, shaking their hands, clapping their hands, some covering their faces and crying, and some laughing wildly.After a while, there was noise, shouting, and dogs barking. It was very lively, like a busy market.

Amidst the bustle of people in the downtown area, someone said, "A teahouse has just opened, and there is room to listen to operas inside. There is a big table set up. A handsome young man is holding hands. The dolls on the white cloth I can sing and dance, and my eyes are opened.”

"Go see it. Everyone says it's a puppet show. What's that? I've never heard of it, but as long as you pay a penny, you can drink tea and listen to the show, and eat peanuts. You can eat as much as you want. It's fun."

"It's a show, what are you talking about?"

"I know, I know, it's a princess who fell in love with a tea maker, and then she was cheated, and the country was ruined."

"No, no, it's a boy who sings an opera, falls in love with a boy who listens to an opera, ouch, spoiling the family relationship, and then a boy who listens to an opera will go to church with a little girl, singing is hot, taking advantage of the dark Feng Gao, threw that girl into the well, and strangled the young man listening to the opera with silk thread, hey, I just saw the red moon Larry, there were officials who came to seal the teahouse, the momentum was big, and the nest ran fast. "

"Spicy, it's only been open for three days?"

"Yes, yes—my lord, where are you going?"

"I gonna go see."

The show is over.

Another scene.

The young master in the lake-blue gown held a lotus lantern in his hand, and walked slowly in the moonlight. When he reached the end of the alley, he gently knocked on the door.

One person poked his head out, happily welcoming him in.

It was a brightly lit garden, with lanterns full of trees, swaying slightly under the caress of the breeze, it was a sight to behold.In front of the stone table, there was a young man in a bud-colored shirt, who was writing vigorously.

Seemingly smelling a familiar scent, he turned his head, smiled at the person who came, moved away by himself, and invited the person to read his manuscript.

The young man in lake blue nodded, looked carefully, took a pen and ink in his hand, and made circles, strokes, and writing movements from time to time. The young man in bud-colored clothes nodded from time to time, his eyes were full of joy, and he took his hand , eagerly offer a cup of tea.

After a long time, the two sorted out the manuscripts and put them all into one cover.

Preface: "Being a Demon".

The faces of the two are invisible.

The curtain falls.

The bright white cloth disappeared into the darkness, and countless villains seemed to have lost their spirits, and they all fell on the stage.

The two watched it without beginning or end, and it was boring.

Huaying sighed, "It's really random."

Li Bai's white eyes were almost rolling to the top of the clouds.

At this time, suddenly there was a faint fragrance of lotus, the door of the inn was pushed open, and the young man in the lake blue gown stepped into a white boot, holding a delicate lotus lantern in his hand, and said in a melodious voice. , "You are finally here."

Huaying clicked her tongue, "What are you, how do you know who we are?"

The visitor tilted his head, and his pretty face showed just the right amount of confusion, "You forget me so quickly, how noble people forget things. I'm different, Huaying, the one next to you - the sword in your hand , a cold sword?"

Li Bai paused when he drew his sword.

hundreds of years ago.

The strength of the fairy world is respected, and the immortals who guard the world enjoy a good name in the world. They are called the gods of the people. There are eight people in the gods of the people.

Among these eight people, only from Yuxian Mansion's faction accounted for three people.

Master Congyu, God Lord Huaying, Yihan.

To the east, Cong Yushenjun ruled; to the southeast, Huaying Shenjun ruled; to the northeast, a cold god ruled.The north is where the monsters live together, so Yihan God got close to the monsters and had many contacts.

And 300 years ago, the demon tribe was in trouble again. Tens of thousands of human soldiers were killed from the northeast. , Stubborn and restless, the celestial lord was angry and ordered to deal with it, stripping off the fairy status, and cutting it into a broken sword.On the same day, the oracle came down, from Yu Shenjun, he turned things into things and sacrificed to all spirits.

Thinking of this, Li Bai was in a daze, and the hand holding the sword hilt shrank back, as if it had been scalded.

He couldn't help thinking in his heart, Yihan Shenjun, Master's junior brother.Born in the most glorious period of Xianrendian, he lives as dazzling as the sun and the moon, loves to be chivalrous and righteous, and has a free and easy nature.But once he was defeated, he fell into the mud from the top of the cloud, and was cursed by the immortal world.

Only his master never forgets.

He also recast his golden and precious little brother into a sword.

But for some reason, it was given to him.

The young master in the lake blue gown gently placed the lotus lantern on the table, walked up to the stage, and waved his hands slightly, all the villains who were lying around were standing upright, orderly.

He looked back and said, "Me, Ge Yi."

A descendant of the Kunpeng clan, the son of Zhen Kun, named Ge Yi.

Li Bai frowned.

It is recorded in the classics of the fairy world that the Kunpeng clan was wiped out hundreds of years ago. The Nanhai Shenmu was aliased as a fake Kun Qiniang, and took the real Kun's son song to avoid the extinction of the clan, and then settled in a small world that worshiped the Kunpeng.Qiniang commits crimes and kills innocent people indiscriminately, singing and watching from the sidelines.Qiniang became more and more rampant, and entered the palace as a concubine to seduce the king.

In the first year, the barren hills were planted with sacred trees. In the second year, the mountains and forests were turned into sacred trees. In the third year, the barren land was filled with sacred trees. In the fifth year, the master of the country was so old that he turned fertile land into sacred trees, eating the power of faith, and seeking the way of eternal life.A nation is in dire straits, and all admonishing ministers are beheaded.Song thought that he would hide the eyes and ears of the immortal world, become a national teacher, and get rid of Qiniang.Many years later, the sacred tree was not destroyed, and there was another disturbance. Some immortals found out that it was Qiniang and Ge who colluded with each other and murdered the common people.

Huaying said, "The real singer died 300 years ago. You are a puppet, so you are rushing to make up for it?"

"Recharge, huh, let it be."

Ge Yi jumped from the stage, jumped to sit on the edge of the stage, eager to play, rubbed the little figure in his hand horizontally and vertically.

Hua Ying smiled, but the corners of her mouth were sarcasm, and the unhappiness in her eyes gradually enlarged. He said softly, "How many times do you think you can pass under my gun?"

He said, holding his right hand, a silver silver gun appeared out of thin air, equal to his body length, the sharp point of the gun gleamed coldly, and there were barbs embedded on both sides under it, the hook tip curved inwardly like a half moon, and the inside was bloody. Dense, evil spirit leaked out.

The strange thing is that there are many complicated colored ribbons and red tassels on the gun tassel, like a big dye vat, which looks a little weird.

Ge Yi laughed loudly and said, "That's really good, what a Huaying god, you are the only good brother in the sky and on earth, you reforged your own brother into a sword, and gave it to wild apprentices with unknown origins. Dress up your sharp gun as a flower girl, you're so ridiculous, this is what the world says, don't you love martial arts and red makeup hahaha—”

Before she finished speaking, Huaying shot at Ge Yi's throat, so fast that there was only an afterimage.

Ge Yi's reaction was also very quick, and he turned over with a wave of his long sleeves, holding a long knife in his hand.The blood mist of the long knife condensed on it, and it seemed that there was an evil spirit tearing and howling, trying to rush out of the blade.

Huaying raised her hand and used the silver spear to form a formation. In an instant, the surging spiritual power pierced through the long knife with a heavy sense of pressure, smashing it instantly.The momentum of the spiritual power continued unabated, and it wrapped several pieces of scrap metal and pointed at Geyi.Within a few breaths of the confrontation, Ge Yi groaned, plunged into countless iron pieces all over his body, stroked the stage and fell limply, but there was no trace of blood on the wound.

Huaying said coldly, "Sure enough, you are a puppet, but you do know a lot. Do you take the initiative to know everything, or do you need me to pry your mouth open?"

Ge struggled to his death, and suddenly blocked the silver gun at the tip of his throat, but at the next moment, the gun seemed to have a spirit, and before Hua Ying could order, it pierced into the stage next to his ear as a deterrent.

He simply didn't struggle any more, just covered the hole where the tip of his throat was inserted into the blade, and looked eagerly at Li Bai, salivating, "I want to know what happened back then, let's say, exchange that sword for—" He used Pointing at the sword in Li Bai's hand, he seemed to be crazy.

Huaying pushed his head three feet into the ground, the silver gun buzzed, and the afterimage stabbed down, shouting angrily, "You are worthy!"