The villain became the protagonist Bai Yueguang [Transmigration Book]

In the sharp pain, the system said in his mind: [The scene in the Shadow Bead has been opened, replacing the original plot of the ancient illusion, named: Past Dust and Smoke Cloud]

[One day of fantasy, one moment of the outside world, please control the countdown to the failure of the cannon fodder function. 】

There is a cave in Fusang Ruomu. The world they see has two layers. The first layer is the space created by the ancient gods. Here, the projection of the human world thousands of years ago is reproduced. People walking here mechanically repeat one thing. Only when outsiders enter, they will come alive and respond differently.

And the other thing is what happened in this space more than ten years ago, because of the energy of the shadow bead, the past will reappear in the old place.

The fusion of these two illusions does not violate harmony, but makes what is seen more vivid and clear.

They landed on the bustling and hustle and bustle of the street, surrounded by crowds of people rushing in the same direction, as if they were rushing to watch some grand event.

Xiao Qing glanced at the rows of lanterns hanging on Tiantian Street, and said secretly: "The Thousand Lantern Festival?"

Probably because the two were "leading" when they entered the illusion, so other people did not enter this illusion transformed by the shadow beads with them. After searching around, Lu Jinzhi did not find anyone else.

Being in the space set up by the ancient gods, as if he could avoid the exploration of the Dao of Heaven, Xiao Qing's headache was not as strong as before.

Thousands of years ago, the human world was very simple, with Qingshi Avenue, Jiuqu Hu Bridge, and unknown flowers and trees planted along the roadside, and the wind blew, and it rained flowers all over the sky.

Xiao Qing stretched out his fingertips to pick up the pale pink flowers falling in front of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had seen such flowers somewhere.

Lu Jinzhi glanced sideways at the flower on his fingertips, and said in a light voice, "The name of the flower is no longer seen today, and it only appeared thousands of years ago."

In the inheritance memory Xiao Qing received, the original body has read countless articles, but there is no description of this flower in the memory. How did Lu Jinzhi know the name of this flower?

Xiao Qing put the flowers in his palm, and saw Lu Jinzhi raise a very faint smile, but his eyes flashed with sadness for a moment. He said softly, "Do you want to hear the secret words of Feng Yanhua?"

Xiao Qing raised his eyebrows and said, "Will you tell me?"

Lu Jinzhi walked ahead first, and his voice came from a distance with the wind: "Exchange your secret with me, and I will tell you."

At that moment, looking at Lu Jinzhi's back, looking at his straight back, Xiao Qing suddenly remembered, yes, he had seen this flower before, it was on Lu Jinzhi's shoulder, the lines were mysterious, the blood-red patterned totem , gathered together, is the gorgeous and clear flower in the palm of the hand.

The old streets of the ancient city, the flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, the scene passing by in a hurry, is the prosperity and prosperity that happened somewhere thousands of years ago.

The two walked towards the noise in front of them, and before they got close, they heard a wave of applause suddenly erupted from the crowd, and when they parted the crowd, they saw that what they were watching was a juggling troupe.

There were only a dozen children in the juggling class leader, and there was a girl in gray beating gongs and drums to attract people to watch.

Lu Jinzhi smiled lazily, turned his head slightly to look at Xiao Qing, with thousands of lights shining in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "This troupe is about Emperor Fuxi and Jumang Mushen."

Xiao Qing said "Oh" and thought about one thing: "Fuxi belongs to gold, and Jumang belongs to wood. It is rumored that the blood of Jumang god can cure illnesses and all kinds of poisons in the world. Is there anyone who can directly create a fairy?"

Lu Jinzhi turned his head, his expression was extremely cold, and he ignored him.But Xiao Qing chuckled lightly, already knowing from his reaction that what he said was true.

The stage in front of me was very sloppy, only a red soft carpet was laid on the ground, and a dozen children were doing various difficult body movements, it really seemed like they were telling a story from ancient times.

Some of them wore masks with green faces and fangs, some had long white beards under their noses, and some wore green clothes and long swords, making them look like they were standing on top of the peak.

But these, Xiao Qing couldn't understand, after all, it was the method people used to tell stories thousands of years ago.

Although I can't read it, it's okay to listen to the lines.

A child plays the role of an old man with white hair and long beard, with a straight back and a black robe that drags the floor, extremely majestic. The child plays the role of a domineering man: "You know, as a Simu, you should put saving the world first. , children's personal love is the end!"

The child in fluttering green clothes folded his sleeves and lowered his eyes, asking neither humble nor overbearing: "If you can't take care of yourself, how can you take care of all the feelings in the world?"

The black-robed child went on to say: "But you are Simu, you are the god of all people, if you fall in love, you will be forever lost forever!"

After all, the postures of the dozen or so children on the stage changed in various ways, as if the mountains and rivers were changing, revealing the feeling of the vicissitudes of life in the blink of an eye, so there was another round of applause. The sword jumped out, pointing directly at the child in Tsing Yi: "Hey, the mountains and rivers will die forever, I will exchange your flesh and blood, are you willing!"

The kid in Tsing Yi didn't hesitate: "Yes."

The blue-faced, fang-toothed devil devoured his flesh and blood, showing a satisfied look.

Another child wearing a red copper bull-nose mask jumped out and asked, "The world is about to sink, and I will exchange your heart and lungs. Are you willing?"

The child in Tsing Yi gritted his teeth, still without hesitation: "Yes."

The red copper bull-nosed monster ate his heart and lungs, and he was satisfied.

As he said yes and compromised every sentence, his back became more and more bent, and he was about to kneel in the dust.

Finally, a guy with a bull's head and a horse face appeared with a beautiful beauty with light makeup, and the complexion of the kid in Tsing Yi finally changed.

The bull-headed and horse-faced man asked: "The sprites walk at night, the country is stained with blood, your wife will be exchanged for eternal well-being, are you willing?"

The blood on the child's face in Tsing Yi disappeared, and the audience also held their breath, waiting for the child's answer with their eyes wide open.

The child's lips moved, and the last gleam in his eyes gradually dimmed. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but at that moment, bright and gorgeous fireworks burst out in the sky, covering up his sigh-like voice.

Fire trees and silver flowers bloom magnificently in the splashed ink sky, like thousands of fireflies leaking from the Milky Way.

The lights and shadows flicker, and the ears are noisy. Some people are wondering what the child said just now. More people's attention has been shifted to the flourishing prosperity in the night. The past in ancient times is like a cloud of smoke after all. No matter how thrilling it is, it can be easily erased.

Lu Jinzhi raised his head, gorgeous fireworks bloomed in his translucent eyes, his misty long hair slid down his shoulders, revealing his slender and fair neck, looking up proudly like a swan.

Xiao Qing was still thinking about the story the children told just now, and asked, "Do you know how Jumang answered at the end?"

Something in Lu Jinzhi's eyes flashed past with the changing light and shadow, he smiled lightly, and said, "How would I know."

Xiao Qing's heart moved, and she asked again: "Then if you are, how should you answer?"

"If it were me, I would turn into Yan Luo, kill all the people in the world, and tell them that the one I love cannot be deceived."

Thousands of lanterns hung all over the city lit up one by one, reflecting the sky like daytime. The ancient city of Moshang was resplendent for a while, and every household was decorated with fireworks in the world, and the streets and alleys were full of laughter.

Amidst the noisy sound waves, Xiao Qing said softly: "Your sweetheart is so happy."

Lu Jinzhi just thought about his appearance in his heart, there seemed to be thousands of stars shining in his eyes, his face gradually softened, and he missed the person who was carefully hidden in his heart, and he gave a soft "um" with a smile on his lips .

Seeing that smile, Xiao Qing felt as if something exploded in his heart, sore and swollen, but before he could figure it out, this feeling soon sank into a long sleep, leaving only the numbness like an electric shock After the calm, even this bit of numbness was gone.

The wind blows, the grass is green, and there is no one inhabited.

Xiao Qing showed a bright smile, and in that fairy-like young man's face, the beauty was so ecstatic: "But do you know, often after you say these words, you are setting the flag."

Lu Jinzhi looked at him sideways: "What is a flag?"

Xiao Qing burst out laughing, laughing to the detriment of the country and the people: "You said it would not rain today, but it did. You said you wanted to protect him, but you killed him yourself."

As he spat out curse-like words every word, Lu Jinzhi's face became paler and paler, and finally he was furious, and he said with a flick of his sleeves: "Nonsense, it's just... nonsense."

Xiao Qing opened his mouth, but was glared at by Lu Jinzhi, his eyes were violent like he had never seen before: "If you dare to say one more word, I will not let you go!"

Xiao Qing smiled, her beautiful face flickering under the gorgeous fireworks: "Let me just say it, it's not a crow's mouth, so it's not easy to be effective."

But no matter how Xiao Qing coaxed him afterwards, Lu Jinzhi always had a dull face.Ever since his blackness reached fifty, Xiao Qing has never seen a look of great joy and anger on his face, and all his emotions are hidden in his eyes. Such a situation makes people a little unprepared.

Not even allowed to say...Lu Jinzhi actually likes that person so much, but why didn't the system mention it to him?

Fireworks are easy to be cold, and the bustling curtain ends, leaving nothing but bleakness.

After the excitement, people went home one after another. Thousands of lights hung in the air and swayed, and the light became dimmer due to the weakening of popularity.The juggling team also began to pack their things and prepare to go home. A little girl picked up the copper coins on the ground and counted in a soft voice: "Ten, eleven, twelve..."

Xiao Qing saw that her voice sounded a little familiar, and looked closer, and couldn't help being stunned: "Yan'er?"

When Yan'er heard someone calling her, she raised her head to look, after a moment of stunned, she murmured: "Well... you, you called me?"

Lu Jinzhi also came over when he saw the movement here, and after observing, he said: "This is Yan'er more than ten years ago."

Yan'er from more than ten years ago had a delicate and cute voice, without any madness.

Xiao Qing's heart moved slightly, she smiled at her, picked up the copper plate on the ground and gave it to her: "It's okay, I'll just call you."

Although Yan'er thought it was very weird, she didn't react too much because her state was formed by the projection of the shadow beads, but the "natives" here were more friendly, and the dozen or so children surrounded her , as if afraid that Xiao Qing and the others came to find a place.

Xiao Qing didn't pay attention to a group of little kids, but was still very curious about the answer of the kid in Tsing Yi, so he squatted down and looked at him at the same level, and asked, "Kid, can you tell me that God Jumang will use his wife later?" Did you come to change Wanshi Antai?"

The kid in Tsing Yi was young, but his mind was deep. He pretended to be profound, and said quietly: "You and I are now in a prosperous age, brother, did you say that the gods have changed?"

After pondering for a while, Xiao Qing said with a smile: "You think this is a prosperous age? But my brother doesn't think so."

But seeing the kid's answer, Simu should have changed?A look of pain flashed in his eyes, but he heard Lu Jinzhi say behind him: "Don't think that only you know the answer to this story, tell the truth."

Lu Jinzhi's words were obviously aimed at the kid in Tsing Yi.

The kid in Tsing Yi was punctured, made a grimace, rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue, and changed his previous calm: "I think it's time to change!"

Yo, this is still a drama.

Xiao Qing raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why should we change?"

The child in Tsing Yi said: "A man should put the world first. It's too embarrassing to stick to the private relationship of children!"

The righteousness is awe-inspiring, and I really think of myself as a man who stands up to the sky, but how can I take it seriously when I was a child. When I grow up, these words will inevitably fade away over time. Let me say: really fragrant.

Xiao Qing shook his head and laughed, "How did God Jumang decide in the end?"

After murmuring for a while, the child in Tsing Yi frowned and said in dissatisfaction: "God chose to sacrifice himself and leave his wife's flesh and blood."

After speaking, he didn't know what he was angry about, so he ran away.

At this time, Yan'er finally picked up the last copper plate on the ground, stood up and said to the group of children: "It's getting late, go back soon, don't let aunt worry."

The children responded and picked up their belongings. Before leaving, one of the children said to Xiao Qing: "My aunt told us this story, and let us perform it to sell money. There is a follow-up, but my aunt doesn't want to tell you. If you are interested, you can ask my aunt."

The stories of thousands of years ago have all disappeared in the long river of time, and there are few records in ancient books. It is probably not easy for this aunt to know such details.

Xiao Qing and Lu Jinzhi looked at each other, and then quietly followed the group of jugglers to a wooden building beside the river.

The author has something to say: Feng醾 is actually Tumi.