Mr. Cat

When I wake up from sleep, the setting sun in the sky is like blood.He got up from the ground and smelled a strong smell of blood.This was already the last battle, and the soldiers guarding the city had already left in sevens and eighties, leaving only him and the other seriously injured soldiers.

It's already at this time, why hasn't he surrendered yet?

A few miles away, the enemy army set up camp, and it was so dark that just looking at it made people feel drummed.Zhi pressed on the city wall, thinking about this question too.He was an orphan who grew up stumbled in poverty and poverty, and had no affection for this country.He joined the army at the age of 13, and what he has seen most is death.

He has seen pools of blood, he has seen sacrifices, he has seen his comrade Yan Yan, who was talking and laughing a few days ago, turned into a silent cold corpse in an instant.

"The monarch is incompetent."

Yes, the monarch is incompetent. I heard that the country that attacked them has an ambitious monarch. He is unrivaled in military strategy and military strategy. He is a thousand times better than their current monarch with a big belly, a fat brain, and a desire for beauty and pleasure. times.

"The country is broken."

Yes, even the capital city has been breached, so why do they persist in this humble little city?Zhi is also confused. Since he has no feelings for the country, anyone can be king.

But no.

Zhi thought of the old lady who took him in.At that time, Zhi was only eleven or twelve years old, ragged and unkempt, with spikes all over his body, wary of everything, no matter people or things.Occasionally, I met a strange person who was talking about it, saying that he was the lone star of Tiansha. He didn't know what the lone star of Tiansha was, but he could understand the surprise in that person's words.

——It will bring harm to those around it, and it is doomed to be alone for a lifetime.

He became more and more withdrawn and sharp, and hid all day until he passed out in an old woman's house in the middle of winter.

Many osmanthus trees were planted in the old woman's house, and the fragrance was very fragrant. According to her, her husband passed away early, and her son also went to join the army, so she was the only one in the family.The old woman adopted him dying, fed him, clothed him, and slowly melted away his spikes.

Zhi had nothing in return, so he could only work hard to help him with farm work.

One afternoon, she sat in the shade of the osmanthus tree and sewed worn-out clothes for him. She had nothing to do and sat obediently in the courtyard, watching the ants crawling around on the ground.

"Since you don't have a name, I'll give you my son's name." Her son died in battle before he got married. After so long, he never entrusted her with a dream to comfort her.Zhi's appearance now is undoubtedly another consolation for her. The boy in front of her is very good-looking, even if he is dressed in burlap, it will not be able to hide his handsome features in the future.What's more, although he was silent, he was well-behaved and considerate, which gave the old woman another sustenance.

So he had a name, called Zhi.He didn't know how to write and didn't know how to write the word, but having a name was enough to make him ecstatic.Unfortunately, not long after, the old lady passed away due to the cold.Zhi was silent for a long time, and buried the woman under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.He decided to join the army, and before leaving, he took a laurel tree seed with him as a thought.

It was cold in the spring, and the icy mountain wind blew on people's faces, as if they were cut by knives, making people's faces hurt.Zhi stroked the dried blood on the city wall, without a trace of sadness in his heart.The people in the city had already lost their lives in the half-year-long tug-of-war. This city has become an empty city.

"Zhi, I'm tired." One of his comrades said, "At this time, I really hope that they will call quickly so that I can die quickly."

I thought to myself, I hope so too.

For some reason, he was not afraid of death on the battlefield, but he has lived until now, until he retreated to this small city and became the last few people who persisted.His spear was stained with blood, and he was quickly promoted to a general with one against a thousand. Under his command, he won many times with fewer victories, but he himself was seriously injured many times. Even the enemy said he was immortal Mars.

It's a pity that if he wins more with less, his colleagues also fall one by one.

Now God of War is dying too.

The final battle was just around the corner, and the comrades suddenly sang loudly.The singing of the same robe is not very pleasant, the tune is out of tune, and it will never be able to sing, but it makes people feel a sense of desolation and sadness inexplicably.This song is called Bairi Song, the universe is bright and the sky is bright.It is a war song, a song of victory sung every time the soldiers return in triumph.

It was dawn, and the enemy army was crushing the city.

Zhi and the only remaining comrades walked out of the city gate and rushed into the dark enemy army. The few tiny figures were quickly submerged and could no longer be seen.

The severe armor was scratched, and a hideous wound was cut on the abdomen by someone, and warm blood flowed out. The soldiers in black armor slowly dispersed and formed a group, watching the final end of the immortal god of war.Zhi's eyes were blank, and he stood where he was, straight as a laurel tree.There was a fishy smell in his throat, and with a grunt, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, staining his chin and neck blood red.

Zhi exhausted his last strength and inserted the spear into the soil. He held the spear, stood upright, lowered his head, and sang the song of the day in his heart.At this moment, an arrow pierced through the air and passed through his heart.His chest was cold for a while, and soon became warm again.

He reached out to protect the laurel seeds hidden in his chest, and saw the old woman smiling at him in a trance.

"Are you back? We'll be eating right away."

The god of war, who is not dead, will die too, Zhi's hand slipped down, he swallowed his last breath, and there was no more sound.

He died standing up.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, the silent soldiers became agitated, and the enemy general shouted loudly: "The God of War is dead!" The soldiers suddenly shouted and cheered.They have waited too long for this moment, and now even the immortal God of War has died under their iron hooves, their king and their country will surely last forever!

The temperature of the limbs gradually passed away, causing him to fall into a long deep sleep.

The victorious soldiers put the corpses in a pile full of wood and burned them on the spot.The raging flames soared into the sky, and the sound of crackling fire echoed in the mountains.After the flames were extinguished, they stepped forward to take a look, and their expressions suddenly changed, and they were inexplicably terrified for a while.The enemy general came in person and found Zhi's body unscathed in the ashes and dust, just like a living person.

He seemed to be asleep, lying quietly on the scorched ground, and the blood spattered during the sacrifice disappeared completely.The whole person seemed calm and serene.

The soldiers all seemed uneasy, and rumors and gossips were flying around for a while, the most was that the real god would be resurrected, and he would return to the world to take revenge on those who killed him.

The enemy general heard that there are several peaks in this vast mountain range.Whenever the sun rises at dawn, the rays of light will gushes out from the mountain peaks.Those mountain peaks are shaped like red lotus petals, and the glow is the burning flame on the red lotus, which can cleanse all evil spirits and sins. The local people call it the Red Lotus Road.

He sent troops to throw Zhi's body into the Red Lotus Road, hoping that the Red Lotus Karmic Fire would burn his body and prevent him from returning to the world.

50 years later, Zhi's soul opened its eyes and woke up in the Red Lotus Road.

The passage of time suddenly became mottled, and countless messy pictures flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern. Louis had just withdrawn from the memory of his death in battle, and before seeing the dark sky of the underworld, he fell into the bottomless memory again.

A snowflake fell on his cheek.

Sima Zhi reached out and touched the melting snow, thoughtfully.

Jun Kunlun sat across from him, holding a bowl of noodles, gorging himself. Seeing that Sima Zhi hadn't moved for a long time, he said, "What are you doing in a daze? The noodles are getting cold."

Sima Zhi came back to his senses, and quickly put his hands on the wall of the bowl, feeling the hot temperature of the hot soup, he smiled: "I haven't seen snow for a long time."

"You like snow?" Mr. Kunlun was puzzled.

Sima Zhi said: "I can't say I like it, and I can't say I hate it." He lowered his head, picked up the noodles, and began to eat in small bites.

During the Lantern Festival, the city is decorated with lanterns and festoons, lanterns are hung at the door of every house, fire trees are lit, and colorful fireworks bloom in the night sky.The colorful lanterns are like trees of fire, with hundreds of blazing branches shining brightly.Sima Zhi looked up at the sky and said, "Lu Wu, do you like the mortal world?"

After Lu Wu finished eating the noodles, he was looking at him with his face propped up. When he heard this question suddenly, he replied without thinking: "I can't say I like it, and I can't say I hate it."

Sima Zhi was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "You are really learning and using it flexibly."

After the Lantern Festival, Sima Zhi decided to go to Kunlun Market with Lu Wu.Kunlun Ruins is the fiefdom of Lu Wu, and it is the most yearned-for holy mountain in the writings of countless literati. They exhausted their imaginations to describe the palaces and cities of the gods in Kunlun Ruins.But Lu Wu told him without hesitation——

"Kunlun Ruins is bare, there is nothing, just three small streams, and I sleep directly against the mountain." All palaces and cities are imaginary.

Sima Zhi remained silent, he couldn't laugh or cry: "You are too rough."

Lu Wu plausibly said: "I usually sleep, and I have nothing else to do. If you want a palace, you can build it right away." In Lu Wu's mouth, the immortals of Jiuzhongtianque either sleep or find ways to come to the mortal world to have fun .Even knowing that they are greatly restrained in the mortal world, they never get tired of it.

Those who like to sleep long, there are rough men like Lu Wu, who nestled directly in the snow-capped mountains and perfectly blended with the snow-capped mountains. Several times, other gods came to him to play, and they wandered around the Kunlun Ruins for several times. circle, did not find him.There are also those who live exquisitely and enjoy themselves, such as Donghuang Taiyi, who must build a gorgeous palace complex for himself, and asked Yun Zhongjun to get him some clouds and mist to create an ethereal atmosphere.

Sima Zhi couldn't help laughing. He sat on the back of the white tiger, and the Yangli bird on his shoulder chirped.Kunlun Ruins is located at the intersection of Tianque and Netherland. There are also phantoms of Kunlun Ruins in the mortal world. If you find the black water in the mortal world and go upstream, you can come to Kunlun Ruins.

"Then if we are in Netherland, can we reach the Kunlun Ruins by going upstream along the Chishui River?" Sima Zhi wondered.

Lu Wu said: "Impossible. Chishui's soul does not cross, and its feathers do not float. If you walk on the bank of Chishui River, you will never reach the end. As for Chishui, without the help of Lord Weichen, you will be directly swallowed by Chishui." He paused, and then said, "Even a god can't."

Sima Zhi didn't know much about it, but he didn't ask any further.In Lu Wu's mouth, Kunlun Ruins is a vast expanse of whiteness, and all that comes into view are towering and straight snow-capped mountains, sharp and steep.

He smiled and listened to Lu Wu talk about his past life, but he always felt uneasy in his heart. He didn't know where this ominous premonition came from, he only said that he was suspicious.