The Rebirth of Xue Yang, the Patriarch of Demon Dao—Original Author: Moxiang Tongxiu

Xiao Xingchen could hear Liuying flying back and forth by his ears, the sound of fluttering wings gradually became louder and louder, and he also knew that life exists between breaths, facing the attack of Liuying who seeks narrow gaps, if he blindly guards against Liuying's attack, he may not be able to do so in the end. It only ended up in a corner of stubborn resistance, and it was impossible to defend against it. As a result, even if it was not eaten by Liuying, it might end up exhausted and died in the end.

Xiao Xingchen: "It's useless to blindly use the power of Yingying. We need to find Liuying's nemesis."

Song Zichen paid attention to the strength of the fly whisk in his hand, and responded methodically: "Nemesis? I am completely at a loss now, the only thing I can be sure of is that these fireflies came from the transformation of the long insect, and the long insect was the grandson Feng. The undigested Gu poison in the stomach is fused and transformed, and this thirst-quenching Gu seems to be able to change at will, turning into anything that others can't imagine."

"Also, the long worm is bigger and can drain people dry in an instant, while the Liuying is smaller and eats at a slower speed, so it won't kill people instantly. Just like the little Taoist priest you saved just now, if you drilled It was the long snake that fell into his palm, I am afraid that it is not just as simple as cutting off one of his arms, but even taking off his entire shoulder may not necessarily save his life."

Xiao Xingchen looked at the little Taoist priest whose arm was severed by him, and saw that he was still covering his wound, as if due to excessive blood loss, he seemed a little listless and short of breath. Under the protection of several fellow disciples, he Take a break on a lawn.

The sultry and humid wind in summer blows across the green grass, and a gust of wind blows and caresses, disturbing the fireflies in the grass, and even the lawn becomes golden.

Xiao Xingchen suddenly thought of something, and said, "No."

"What's wrong?"

"The wind is wrong."

Song Zichen closed his eyes and felt the Xia Feng blowing towards his face, and said, "There's nothing wrong with it, except that the wind is sultry and hot, I really don't think there's anything wrong with it."

Xiao Xingchen said: "Perhaps, maybe it's the sweltering heat."

Song Zichen looked puzzled.

Xiao Xingchen explained: "I guess, the change of this sugar gu must have its own rules, maybe because of the right time and place, it is summer now, and this sultry climate is the most likely to produce old snakes, centipedes, When it was a four-legged snake, that's why the poison turned into a long worm. In addition, the filth that Sun Zifeng vomited out was actually his undigested sugar Gu, which he snatched from others and had not yet digested it. The finished sugar man."

"Furthermore, this sugar gu was supposed to have been deliberately reduced in dose at first, with the intention that it would only be effective on children, with the purpose of absorbing the child's soul, but by mistake, it was snatched away by Sun Zifeng, and a lot of it was suddenly swallowed. The sugar Gu quickly fused and fermented in his belly, and the toxicity gathered, growing from small to large, and turned into a poison that was fatal to adults. As for why Sun Zifeng had eaten so much poison, he still had a breath of breath. I still can't figure it out, I boldly speculate, maybe this beggar Sun Zifeng was also a member of my Taoist sect before he went crazy, so he can suppress the poison in his body for the time being."

"Until he ordered the general to spit out the poison, the poisonous sugar liquid flowed on the ground by itself, twisting and twisting, and the shape was like a snake. In addition, on this day in summer, the weeds were overgrown, and it came into being. A long, twisted worm."

Song Zichen listened to Xiao Xingchen's words, thoughtfully, glanced at the place where the fireflies lingered and rested, and saw the grass growing among the warblers, there were thousands of strands of silk, willows flying, and catkins dancing obliquely with the wind , Liu Ying shuttled through it, like a dream, thought for a while, and said: "Sultry... summer wind... Liu Ying, could it be..."

Xiao Xingchen understood, and the two read in unison: "Ji Xia's moon, the sun is in the willows, in the dim fire, in Dankui... its insect feathers, its sound signs, the rhythm of the forest bell... the rotten grass is the firefly (From "Book of Rites Yueling": Rotten grass is a firefly. The ancients believed that fireflies were transformed from rotten grass. In fact, fireflies lay their eggs on the roots of grass near the water. Most of them are rotten grasses with rotten soil. place.)

Everything seems to make sense: the moon in Jixia, the sun in the willows, in the dim fire, the rotten grass turns into fireflies. In such a sweltering summer, the willows are whirling, the weeds are overgrown, and the climate is hot and humid, which is why the fireflies came into being. The right time and the right place.

Song Zichen said: "It seems that the change of this sugar gu is not to change whatever you want, it also needs to take this favorable time and place as an opportunity, and use the 'worm' the size of your own sugar gu as an opportunity to conceive according to the sky. That being the case, for the sugar gu to transform into a worm or a firefly, it needs to change the nature of the animal. Does it mean that we can also use the nature of the animal after it changes to restrain it? For example, the sugar gu When we become this long worm, we can use the 'snake to hit seven inches', the natural weakness of this long worm, to restrain him."

Xiao Xingchen nodded in agreement: "I think so too."

"But what's the weakness of this firefly? Is it light or fire? Isn't there a saying that moths fly to a flame? Although these fireflies are not moths, they are all flying insects. How about attracting them and burning them?"

Xiao Xingchen shook his head, and said: "I don't think so, have you forgotten the spider sugar man in the inn before, Luohe put it on the lamp to roast it, it was completely useless, not to mention Liuying's ass is already shiny, And they don't like light naturally, they like to stay in dark and humid places." (Moths are phototropic insects, but fireflies are light-avoiding insects.)

Song Zichen was at a loss: "It's dark and damp, afraid of light, hey... I really can't figure out what is the grave where these damned fireflies are buried?"

Xiao Xingchen sighed, "The tomb of the fireflies, the tomb...? Hey... Oh, it would be great if Xian'er was here."

"...Wei Wuxian, Wei Ying?"

Xiao Xingchen said: "Yes, isn't Xian'er a practitioner of cunning? Those who practice cunning will not only study the graves of the dead, but also the caves of life and death of birds, animals, flowers, insects and fish. Yes, after all, all things are born to be heroes, and to die to become spirits. The creatures that are buried in the ground will either turn into rotten soil or the essence of gold and jade. After their death, they can also realize the unique method."

Song Zichen was puzzled, and said, "How do you know this?"

Xiao Xingchen remained silent, thinking: "Because, I am also someone who died once."

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