Lanshan Snow

"I……"

Qiu Bodeng kept biting his lip.

His sight was locked by the silver-gray eyeballs of the Thule wizard, and he couldn't get out. The other party was waiting for him to compromise, waiting for him to confide his most secret pain... This is too much, everyone's heart hides a territory that no one else can set foot on.

But to some extent, there is a kind of firm warmth.

But he couldn't speak.

Talking about pain is often harder than bearing it.

After all, the latter is seen as tough, while the former is seen as cowardly.People in the world always have this problem. They feel that when a person endures pain, he is strong and praiseworthy if he does not cry out or confide in anyone. If there is a hero crying about his suffering, the audience will definitely be disappointed appetite.

Animals growl when they are hurt, but they want people to be dumb.

Endure life, endure danger, endure suffering...

The beautiful dogma says so, the supreme Neo Confucianism says so, and the noble morality strangles the necks of the living souls, blocks the throats, and pulls out the tongues.

"me……"

Qiu Bodeng opened his mouth, but couldn’t spit out a single syllable, they were all stuck in his throat—crying is shameful, weak is shameful, calling for help is shameful, shameful, shameful, shameful...

The young master suddenly collapsed.

"I can't tell."

He hugged the culprit who had driven him into this embarrassing situation, choked up and repeated weakly: "I can't tell...I can't tell...don't ask..." Dogma and ten years of pain In the midst of the intense conflict, he was engulfed in it, every nerve was trembling, "Don't ask..."

Inexplicable.

It is difficult for people to talk about their own pain, like a wound in a hidden place, which cannot be shown, but can only be left to rot, fester, swell... How ugly...

Crystal tears gushed out of the boy's eyes, washing his beautiful black pupils into mist.

He begged over and over again, like grabbing a thin layer of cloth, desperately trying to cover his wound—even though it was bleeding and pus, even though it hadn't healed for ten years.It's too painful, too sensitive, to bear a little stare, a little criticism from a moralist...

Wizard Thule kissed away the tears overflowing from the young master, bitter, so bitter that his Arlan should not have shed tears.

"Arlan, Arlan."

Wizard Thule hugged the trembling boy, inserted his slender fingers into his soft long hair, combed and kissed him to calm his stress... It's okay, don't be afraid, the sincerity when cleaning the wound is not What a shameful thing.

The young man's fingers are gentle yet firm.

He is like a judge, but also like a kind who wants to heal his wounds.

But those "noble" moral dogmas have far more effects on pure souls than on ordinary people.It's like the same mistake, which can torture a good person for a lifetime, but it's nothing to a shameless person... The young master's lips moved, and the syllables were still tightly suppressed.

He couldn't make a sound, his pupils dilated slightly, and tears overflowed again.

Repressed emotions strong enough to destroy any reason clogged his heart and shattered his reason, but he had nowhere to vent, and he couldn't even find a way to draw them out, let alone resolve them.

"Don't ask me..." He leaned on the shoulder of Tule wizard, crying out of breath, shaking his head, save me... "Alo, I can't say it, I can't say it ..." He was whispering, he didn't know what he was talking about, save me... save me...

In blurred vision.

The silver-plated deer head mask overlooked from a high position, like an ancient altar, with the guardian of the underworld standing with a strong sense of oppression through the flickering firelight.They are responsible for judging, adjudicating, and disposing of.

As if grasping at the last straw, the young master tightly grasped Wizard Thule's wrist bone.

Judge me, judge me.

dispose of me.

End this long torture of conscience.

Wizard Thule pushed back the black hair that was sticking to his forehead, which was wet with tears and sweat, and pressed his forehead against his.

They were almost lash to lash.

The silver-plated deer bone hangs low, reflecting the firelight, cold, mysterious... The young master was captured by the piece of silver ash, and was bound into the world of the young wizard. Le's agent is the supreme wizard, he is his judge.

"Open up your dreams, Arlan," Wizard Thule said in a cold, low voice, "let go of your world to me."

Qiu Bodeng's pupils suddenly dilated.

This is an instinctive fear stemming from self-preservation.

The "dream" of the Xueyuan tribe and the "spiritual consciousness and sea of ​​consciousness" of the monks in the Central Plains are called differently, but the essence is the same. They are the most hidden and deepest spiritual cognition of a person.Even though the young master does not practice immortality, he also knows the danger of his spiritual cognition being entered by others...

The other party can modify his cognition at will, tamper with his self at will, define their relationship at will, any relationship is fine...

"Arlan," ordered the Thule wizard, "open your dreams."

The boy's eyelashes trembled violently.

He opened up his dream to his judge slowly, bit by bit... The clear breath of wind and snow swept through his consciousness...

—his spirit was torn open by another.

……

The human spirit is much more sensitive and painful than the body.

Everyone's spirit is a spiritual barrier that is constantly erected, and they are constantly being impacted and hurt.As small as a vicious word, a cold look, as big as the departure of a loved one... Everything outside, every moment, leaves scars on the spiritual barrier.

Some scars heal and fade, others don't.

No matter how much time passes, they all hurt the same, and even get worse and worse with time...

The young master of the first family in Dongzhou, a treasure like a pearl.

There are countless high walls in his dream, the outermost ones are bright and clean, pure white, and there is no conflict with his identity - he is spoiled, he is the number one dude, how can he be hurt? ?What pain does he have?But this is where the contradiction lies: pure white, pure white, too pure white...

No stains at all.

The spiritual barrier exudes a faint light, instinctively protecting oneself... The consciousness like a snowstorm condenses on it, penetrates, wraps, and assimilates, just like a demon polluting a white jade-like god... The spirit belonging to another person continues to spread, Stretch, cover... until you see the light of the deepest layer of self-awareness - the most important and sensitive self for each person.

It is pure white.

The pure white that covers everything with dazzling light.

Thule sorcerer looms over it.

The difference in spiritual consciousness between the two sides is too great. Wizard Tule peeled off the shell of self-protection in the young master's consciousness, and it was easy...

...... Horror perceptions swept through the brain.

Qiu Bodeng opened his eyes wide unconsciously.

In an instant, countless stream-like images flashed across his retina: millions of classics and history books, miscellaneous notes that were crushed into dust, benevolent and moral gentlemen use pens as knives, surviving poor people sacrificed their companions for a piece of steamed bread. Push down the bridge hole... black is white, gray is white, right is wrong, wrong is right...

Troubled, confused, and the most painful one.

The incomparably gorgeous wooden kite hovers in the sky, full of a child's wish to travel the Twelve Continents... He made a mistake, he shouldn't have flown so high, and he shouldn't have flown so fast. The sky...he just wanted to see the Twelve Continents at a glance.

That's all...

Sorry, the red maple forest that was cut down; sorry, the snow field that was swept by the flames of war; sorry, everyone who died under the red kite.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry...

The warm liquid wet the cheeks of both of them, and the young master sobbed and hugged the natural shaman who had been fighting in the dark cave for 16 years: "Sorry... sorry Aluo..."

The Thule wizard scooped him up and leaned him against the oak wall.

Qiu Bodeng wanted to cheer up, but the torture of his conscience for the past ten years made him unable to calm down at all.Tears kept condensing on the eyelashes, and kept falling, and ran across the pale cheeks like rain... The classics of Taoists did not talk about skulls and bones, but he had read the miscellaneous notes of continents.

He knew how many times more people died in the war in the past ten years than before.

He also knew how much the number of smugglers and caravans in Xueyuan had increased in the past ten years, and how the fur trade in Qianzhuang started.

He'd seen and heard of them... He couldn't pretend they didn't exist, much less pretend he didn't know anything about them.He can't do it.He can comfort himself, he can deceive himself, but his thoughts are uncontrollable, and contradictions will torture himself... all the time...

There is only one way left.

—he had to be judged, judged, dealt with.

Anything goes.Any result will do.

The Thule wizard half knelt down.

His tall figure completely enveloped the thin figure leaning against the wall.

Innocent, ridiculous, pure white young master.He himself delivered his deadliest wounds into the hands of the Thule wizard, whose greed was obvious to him.The guilt stemming from "conscience" is more effective than any chains or atrocities - as long as the Thule wizard grasps this point, he can completely control him...

Do whatever you want with him, like ordering him to open up his dreams.

Thule is a nomadic tribe.

All warriors are born hunters, and all hunters know that the principle of hunting is to not let go of the weak points of the prey.

"Sorry..." The young master choked up and waited for the trial.

The Thule wizard looked down at him.

The young master grabbed the felt blanket next to him tightly, scratching out lines and marks.Tears glistened on his eyelashes. He knew what stupid thing he had done, but he had been tortured by his conscience for too long, and he couldn't hold on any longer... The reason for Dulinguao's restart was the straw that crushed him.

Cold knuckles fell to the side of his face.

Shadows cover down.

— the judge declared him innocent.

Since the gray wolf kills the reindeer, don't kill the white wolf.The ancient ancestral precepts are engraved on the stone pillars of the Holy Snow Mountain, illuminated by the fire lighted by Dulinguao.

........................

"Don't be sad about that," Wizard Thule lay on his side, with the young master who was still sobbing from time to time in his arms after crying bitterly.He gently flicked the wet eyelashes of the young master, "Life will fall to the earth, and it will also rise upward. The reincarnation of death and life is not up to you and me to decide."

The young master didn't speak.

Wizard Thule moved his fingers and pressed the corners of his red eyes.

"I'm going to take away your right to be sad, Arlan."

Familiar lips are printed on the earlobe, and the calm words reveal a meaning that makes ordinary people frightened-the Thule wizard can indeed do this.He unexpectedly let go of the young master's fatal weakness, but he didn't give up the others... The spirit belonging to another person spread in his mind, capturing every thought.

The slender fingertips couldn't help trembling.

Like snow covering every thread of a spider's web bit by bit, the spirit of the Thule wizard overlapped with that of the young master.

No wonder he was too much.

It was the young master himself who opened the dream.

The Thule wizard is methodical, and the young man utters small, vague syllables with unknown meanings, unable to refuse... Life is maintained by him, the body is occupied by him, and now, even the spirit has been infected by him.

"Sleep, Arlan."

Curly, thick lashes fall uncontrollably downwards.

The boy fell into a deep sleep.

Poor young master, he won't even be able to have a different bed with him in the future.

——He even had dreams that belonged to the Thule wizard.