Sand sculpture apprentice dressed as black heart lotus

I don't know how long I cried, but when I was tired from crying, Xu Muyan wiped away her tears and looked around.

Xu Muyan thought to himself, if he died, the rescue mission would fail.

It also means that he can never go home again.

Waiting for his end, he will be dissipated, and he will never be reborn forever.

Never see mom again.

But Xu Muyan waited and waited, waited and waited, but there was no system notification sound.

He wondered, could it be that he was so bad that he had already been exiled here by the system, and he would not be able to get out forever?

Xu Muyan was extremely resistant in his heart, if he was allowed to stay here alone for ten or twenty years, he would definitely go crazy.

Besides, let's say, strong | If you fail to attack, you will be beeped——

But there is always hard work without credit, right?

He was abused by the little widow, just like the grandson of a turtle.

Slowly standing up from the ground, Xu Muyan found that wherever he went, the light could drive away the darkness in front of him.

Before I knew it, I came to a place I had never been before.

Xu Muyan looked at the big tree that had been cut down in front of him, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, could this be the ancient Bodhi tree mentioned in the original text?

Who is so devoid of conscience to cut down the ancient Bodhi tree like this!

It is immoral to cut down old trees indiscriminately!

Xu Muyan was so distressed that he rushed over, picked up a branch, and muttered to himself: "The Bodhi tree is on top, do good deeds, and purify poor me too!"

It's better to purify him more than the little widow, and see if he doesn't hang the little widow up and beat him to death.

But when he thought of the little widow, Xu Muyan's face became lonely.

I remembered that before I was about to die, I tried my best to transform into a pigeon, and went to find the little widow to save him.

But Xu Muyan struggled in the sea of ​​blood for so long and waited for so long, but the little widow didn't come.

It's clear... It's clear that it doesn't want to save him, it's clear that it wants him to die.

Disappointed tears were about to flow out immediately.

Xu Muyan quickly raised his head to look up at the sky, and silently warned himself that it's not worth shedding tears for scum.

Can't cry, can't cry, it's too embarrassing to cry for a man who can never keep warm.

But the tears still flowed out uncontrollably and dripped to the ground.

Xu Muyan patted his cheeks with both hands indiscriminately, comforting himself while patting: "Don't cry, don't cry, life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, it's not worth shedding tears for the little widow."

But even though he comforted himself in this way, tears still rushed out of his eyes.

On the broken branches and leaves splashed on the ground, there was a bang, and a little light appeared.

The ancient bodhi tree that was originally destroyed by Yulisheng's sword in his rage, was restored to its original appearance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What's going on here? Am I dreaming? My tears also have the effect of bringing the Bodhi tree back to life?"

Xu Muyan was puzzled, he was under the ancient bodhi tree, looked up at the prosperous tree, and raised his hand in a strange way.

The protruding tree branch seemed to be alive, wrapped around his hand, and the blue vines burst out with red stamens.

His whole body was bathed in the holy light of the Buddha, and he seemed to have been purified in some way, so he couldn't stop the tears flowing down just now.

It even stopped.

"This is the ancient Bodhi tree mentioned in the original text—"

Xu Muyan stared at the towering tree in front of him in a daze, thinking very strangely: "Then if I destroy the tree now, will the little widow have to die?"

No one answered him, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, the dense forest leaves made a rustling sound, and the bodhi flowers flew down from the branches and scattered in the air, red like a fire in full swing and fierce like burning.

"Xu Muyan, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Who is it? Who is talking?"

Xu Muyan was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly wandered around, the surroundings were pitch black, and there was no one else at all.

Only him and the towering ancient tree beside him.

When Xu Muyan's foot lightened, his whole body floated uncontrollably.

It was also at this moment that he discovered that there was actually a white shadow hidden in the ancient bodhi tree!

That white shadow was full of white hair, elegant and elegant, wearing a white shirt, and his whole body was like a jade sculpture carved from snow. He was slowly turning around, revealing a face exactly like the little widow's! ! !

Xu Muyan was terrified, opened his eyes in disbelief, lost his voice in an instant, and said in a very stunned and miserable way: "No...don't! Don't come here! I've already died once, I don't want to be wiped out, I I want to go home, I want to go home!"

"Let me go home, please? Please, let me go home!"

"I just want to go home, I want to go home!"

As he spoke, Xu Muyan's voice choked up, and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I want to go home... Please, let me go."

"Don't be afraid, I'm Yulisheng, but I'm not exactly Yulisheng. I'm just his half, the half he hates, the one he can't tell, and the other half he gave up with his own hands."

The white-haired Yu Lisheng raised his hand from the air, gently wiped Xu Muyan's tears, and apologized with pity on his face: "You must have suffered too much and suffered too much grievance, didn't you?"

Xu Muyan didn't dare to move, not at all.

I always feel that Yu Lisheng in front of me is going to raise his hand and slap him in the next moment.

But it didn't.

The white-haired Yulisheng is many times gentler than the usual little widow.

Talking to Xu Muyan is always soft-spoken, he said: "Xu Muyan, I can feel that you should not belong to this world. You must have been summoned by some kind of power, right?"

Xu Muyan nodded, and said with a strong nasal voice: "Yes, I don't belong here in the first place. Since you know it, let me go home, okay? I really want to go home, even in my dreams, let me go home Come on, please, let me go home!"

"...You don't need to beg me in a hurry, just take a look at this first."

Yulisheng waved his hand, and a water mirror appeared in front of him.

A picture gradually emerged above, killing everywhere, mountains of corpses, mountains of blood, mountains of bones, countless sect families died one after another in an instant.

Children in their teens came out to fight with swords, the world was like a hell, the blood almost stained the whole land red, women and children with blood on their faces, hugging infant children, knelt in the bloody nest, helplessly Crying loudly, the white-haired old man lay down on the street, crying helplessly...

Strong blood energy permeates the entire cultivation world.

Xu Muyan looked at the water mirror in disbelief, and when the picture on it changed, it turned to Kunlun Mountain.

Seeing that Kunlun Mountain is no longer what it used to be, there are corpses of disciples hanging all over the mountain, Xiao Liuli was brutally chopped off her limbs, and she was hung at the gate of the mountain like a human bell.

There is also Tan Qinglu, who was nailed to the stone wall by seventeen or eight swords, and the blood stained the disciple's clothes on his body...

There are more horrible pictures...

Until a figure appeared on the water mirror.

On the screen, Yu Lisheng is dressed in blood, holding a long sword, stepping on the mountain of corpses, staring at the corpses under his feet indifferently, without any trace of emotion on his face.

There was heavy snow above the head, and the blood dyed the snow red.

"This is the world of comprehension a hundred days later. Yulisheng started killing and killed Kunlun. He also opened up the demon world, released the demons, and slaughtered the entire world of comprehension. The disaster has affected the world, and no one is spared."

The white-haired Yuli Sheng in front of her slowly shed tears of golden light from her closed eyes.

The expression is compassionate, and the whole person is bathed in the light of Buddha.

It doesn't look like a broken flower and willow at all, but a high god, a Bodhisattva who sympathizes with the common people, shed tears of pity for the imminent disaster in the cultivation world.

Xu Muyan shook his head and said in a trembling voice, "Then it's none of my business, I... I'm not a savior, I'm nothing, I just want to go home, I just want to go home!"

"I just want to go home ... just want to go home to my mother."

"I'm not the savior, I can't even save myself."

Xu Muyan slowly knelt down in the void, clenched his fists, and tears fell down patter.

"I want to go home, just let me go home, I can't stay here anymore, Yu Lisheng...he...he hates me so much, he will definitely drive me out of my wits."

"But you can't leave, and you can't go home, can you?" Bai-haired Yulisheng said softly from the side: "The purpose of your coming here is to save Yulisheng, but you didn't do it."

Speaking of the rescue mission, Xu Muyan was very angry.

He raised both hands suddenly, and said angrily, "I'm ashamed to mention it! We agreed to have cheats! Look, how can there be any cheats? Not a single cheat!"

"I'm a cannon fodder! I'm still that kind of pretty cannon fodder!"

"Send it to your door to make people humiliated and tortured!"

"My badass! I don't even know whether I'm attacking or receiving. I sent it to my door and someone gave me a beep!"

"I'm quitting! Whoever wants to do it will do it, anyway, the sky is falling, so I won't do it anymore!"

"I want to go home!!! Today is the Heavenly King Lao Tzu, and I want to go home too!"

Xu Muyan wiped away his tears and said he wanted to go home.

The white-haired Yuli Sheng sighed, didn't say anything, just waved his hand, and the scene around the two of them immediately changed dramatically.

Xu Muyan stood up, put his arms around his chest, and snorted coldly: "Why? You just spit out lotus flowers today, so I won't do it anymore!"

In the next moment, the scene in front of him gradually became clear.

The two of them were in a snow-capped mountain, surrounded by eerie silence.

Suddenly heard the sound of footsteps.

Xu Muyan looked over in search of prestige, and saw a man in black, pinching a child and holding it high in the air.

And behind that child is a cliff!

Then the man sneered and said: "A Sheng, you are so stupid, you and I are not born of the same mother, do you really think that I regard you as my own brother?"

"It's ridiculous. If you don't die, how can I secure the position of Patriarch?"

"Learn to be smarter in the next life, don't trust anyone anymore, Yulisheng, go to hell—"

Xu Muyan subconsciously stopped him - he definitely didn't feel sorry for the little widow, it's just that he couldn't see a young child being choked by someone and thrown into the snow mountain like this.

But it's useless.

Xu Muyan's hands went straight through the child's body without any hindrance.

Watching helplessly as the young Yulisheng was thrown off the snow mountain.

"hateful!"

Is this the tragic childhood of the little widow described in the original text?

Pushed down the mountain by his most trusted brother, he also broke a pair of legs.

The next moment, Xu Muyan followed Baifa Yulisheng and jumped down the snow mountain.

All he saw was a big pool of blood. The child was very young. Although his face was still immature, it was not difficult to see that he would definitely be a stunning beauty in the future.

Xu Muyan saw the shadow of the little widow on the child's face.

So thin, immature, sickly and delicate, with blood on his face, he was in a mess.

Xu Muyan stood there in a daze.

Seeing the young widow with his own eyes, crawling in the snow covered in blood.

When those legs fell from the mountain, they were already broken, revealing the white bone stubble, and blood gushing out.

"Help me... whoever saves me, whoever saves me!"

"Please, please, God, save me, save me!"

"I'm in so much pain, so much pain, please God save me, save me..."

"Brother! Don't leave Ah Sheng behind! Save Ah Sheng, big brother, big brother!"

Obviously it was the little widow's elder brother who pushed him down with his own hands.

But in the end, the little widow still called out his elder brother.

The little widow was seriously injured, crawling forward on the ground like a maggot, dragging out a long bloodstain.

Although Xu Muyan knew what happened to the little widow, he had never witnessed it with his own eyes.

Never before have I witnessed it like this.

This kind of visual impact made Xu Muyan unable to accept it for a while.

He did not forgive the little widow.

It's just that I can't see such a small child suffering so much.

Through this child, Xu Muyan seemed to see his former self.

So small, humble, pitiful, and bullied everywhere.

"Just... Is there no way to help him? Why didn't anyone save him?"

Xu Muyan said hoarsely.

But these are things that have already happened, and there is no way to change them.

He came too late, when the little widow needed help most, he was not in this time and space.

But when the little widow was most wary of others, she came here.

"I'm in pain, save me, anyone can do it, save Ah Sheng, save me, I'm in pain...it's in pain."

According to the description in the original text, and Yulisheng's growth experience.

Someone did save him, but the person who saved him did not become the light in his life, but pulled him down another abyss.

It was also the first time for Xu Muyan to meet the little widow's vicious master back then - the legendary master of the Misty Sect.

He is like a god, flying from a distance with a sword.

Wearing a bamboo green shirt, with long hair flying, she fell lightly in front of the little widow.

"Please, save Ah Sheng, please, save me!"

The little widow grabbed hold of the man's robe and begged with all her strength, "Help me, please."

The suzerain didn't pay attention to him, but cast his eyes directly on the young widow, then squatted down, as if picking up goods, nodded after a while and said: "The root is good, it is indeed a good seedling, it's a pity to die .”

Then he brought the little widow back to Misty Sect.

Xu Muyan was so anxious that he sternly scolded him, stepped forward to stop him, and tried to change everything.

"Useless, what has already happened is destined to be impossible to rewrite."

The white-haired Yuli Sheng sighed, and said slowly: "This is my fate, and it is also his. I am him, and he is me. The pain I have experienced is exactly what he will never let go of. I am his in this world. , the closest person is also the nightmare he tried to get rid of."

Xu Muyan didn't care about the hit, he just wanted to understand why there were two Yulishengs.

Moreover, why did this white-haired Yuli Sheng appear in the ancient Bodhi tree.

But before he could ask any more questions, the scene in front of him changed again.

After the little widow joined the Misty Sect, she quickly recovered.

But what was waiting for him was not the love of his master or the pity of his seniors, but endless torture.

The suzerain pretended that the little widow's health was not good, and he wanted to recuperate his body. He took off his clothes day and night and soaked her in a medicine barrel.

Although Xu Muyan didn't know what this green potion was.

But he could clearly see the pain on the little widow's face, her pale face, her bleeding lower lip, and her clenched fists.

All of them show that the little widow is really in pain.

But the little widow never cried out for pain. When she saw his master with a human face and a beast heart, she raised her face and called her with admiration.

Even if his master didn't pay attention to him, he didn't care about his life or death, and even poured out a dozen live scorpions from the small jar.

Under the terrified eyes of the little widow, those live scorpions crawled all over his body.

Seeing that Xu Muyan was about to die of anger, he clenched his fists and cursed: "Old beast! Either you don't save him, but if you save him, treat him well! What kind of skill is bullying a child?"

But his anger is useless. What has happened is destined to be impossible to rewrite.

Seeing that the little widow's eyes were filled with tears, the pain must have been unbearable, so she cautiously begged: "Master, Ah Sheng is in pain, can I stop taking the medicine bath? It's okay to take a bath tomorrow, can I... ..."

"No, this medicated bath cannot be interrupted for a day."

The suzerain said coldly: "Why, at this level, you can't take it anymore? Misty Sect doesn't support idlers. If you can't take it, you can get out now."

"Master, don't drive A Sheng away! I can stand it, A Sheng can stand it!"

Xu Muyan couldn't bear to look straight at it, and the scene in front of him changed again, and the little widow was chained and imprisoned in a dark dungeon with disheveled clothes.

Judging from the figure, it should have been several years, and the skeleton has grown, which is exactly the figure of a teenager.

However, at this moment, he was kneeling on the ground with disheveled hair, his body was covered with bamboo tubes, and there were two large wooden barrels beside him, which were continuously pumping out blood.

Maybe it was because he was powerless to stop it, and the pain was too severe. From Xu Muyan's perspective, he could see the little widow's face full of tears.

It must be very painful, so much blood was drawn.

Xu Muyan thought to himself, judging from the original plot, the little widow should be under 17 years old now.

Because the little widow had just turned 17 when she was picked up by her fellow seniors and domesticated into a cauldron, and she was the same age as Xu Muyan now.