Lie Huo Jiao Chou

The memory in Taohuayuan began to move forward slowly.

The little prince's injury is still not healed, he leaned against the window and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Suddenly, a big strange-looking insect flew in from the window and directly stuck to his forehead, and the naughty children couldn't suppress their laughter. .

Sheng Lingyuan is ten years old, and has been fleeing in endless fear for ten years. Killing and betrayal are always with him, and his childlike innocence seems to have never developed.He was not as knowledgeable as the brats, and he was too lazy to deal with them. He calmly squeezed the bug out, stretched out his hand out the window, and let it go. your dad."

The sniggering disappeared, and after a while, Aluojin's head popped out of the tree, glared at him angrily, slipped down the tree with a bunch of his followers, and ran away.

Aluojin is full of curiosity about the newcomer Sheng Lingyuan, and wants to play with him, but he will not take the initiative to please him - he is the only son of the patriarch, he is spoiled by the clan, and since he was a child, all the children in the clan follow him. Running behind his ass, in his mind, there is no concept of "put down face and take the initiative to make friends".He felt that he had done others a great deal of face by walking around under someone's window, and Sheng Lingyuan should be flattered to join them, but who knew that this person would give him no face.

Aluojin was furious, but at the same time, the mentality of "the more you can't get, the more you want" grows, so he leads a group of brats to pester Sheng Lingyuan every day, making the Great Sage's small wooden house very noisy .The little prince's temperament has long been worn out, he is not surprised or angry, and when he is annoyed, he will use the big move of "tell your father", which has been tried and tested.

阿洛津挨揍的频率于是直线上升，单方面地对盛灵渊爱憎交织，咬牙切齿。

Before he was able to go to the ground, Sheng Lingyuan could basically communicate in the Wuren language, and even learned the Wuren language.

It is said in the history books that Emperor Wu was "understanding and early wisdom" - this is nonsense, being an emperor in a troubled world is a high-risk job without insurance, and he will definitely not be able to do it - but the history books do not say that this majesty can learn tongues faster than a parrot .

At first, Xuan Ji thought that Sheng Lingyuan was just born with an unforgettable memory, that he was a genius. He had no choice but to be a different species from those college students who had memorized grammar for more than ten years and couldn't even speak English. It wasn't until then that he suddenly realized that this was just For survival.

In the era of chaos in Kyushu, no one had the leisure to popularize "Mandarin". The languages ​​of various ethnic groups and regions are very different, and some of them are not even like a language family. Environment, this is what Sheng Lingyuan had to know when he was young, he had to survive.

However, even so, it was still very difficult for Sheng Lingyuan to learn the characters of the Wuren tribe. The characters here are written on a kind of local specialty leaves. At first glance, it looks a bit like ancient Egyptian characters. The strokes of Chinese characters are as naive as their houses, but they are very complicated, and we can see the long-standing cultural accumulation.

On the top of the mountain there is actually a place similar to a modern library, which contains a large number of collections, and foreigners can come in and out at will as long as they want. From the perspective of modern people, the openness and civilization of this ancient nation is a bit amazing.

Xuan Ji walked around the Dongchuan in this memory a few times, and has already overturned all the impressions of the witch race.

The Wuren tribe is the birthplace of parasitic butterflies, and the people here can do all kinds of unimaginable spells. From the name "Witch", there is a strange aura.In addition, I met the nagging Aluojin before, in Xuanji's imagination, the image of the witch tribe should be similar to the "black wizard" in the movie - people are all wrapped up like Arab women, Staying day and night, holding a small meeting around the fire when there is nothing to do, stretching out withered fingers from the sleeves of the big robe, and voting on who to curse to death tomorrow.

But on the contrary, in Sheng Lingyuan's memory, Dongchuan is not gloomy at all. The tone of life here is even bright and warm. People are very lazy. Half of the cattle and sheep are put away by the owner who doesn't know where to take a nap. On the other side, if you lose it, you will lose it. Anyway, in a few days, there will be people from the tribe to help pick it up.Children are enlightened at the age of five or six, and the whole family can read and write. In the evening, when there is nothing to do, everyone goes to the square on the top of the mountain, and the patriarch and the great sage also go. Nonsense, even rambling about some primitive philosophical issues.

"I think the level of civilization in this place is comparable to that of the holy city of Athens," Xuan Ji asked, "Why do you call yourself the 'Witch Race'? It sounds scary."

"In their own writing, they claim to be 'people who live in the forest halfway up the mountain'," Sheng Lingyuan said. "'Witchman' was what outsiders called them at that time. Was it scary? That might be the person who called them that. Be afraid."

Xuan Ji followed the young Sheng Lingyuan around the Wuren tribe, seeing him as if he was on vacation, every day he spent recuperating, reading, asking questions from the great sage, or helping to serve herbal medicines. The biggest worry was that the bear king came to harass him.He originally thought that he would see a very bloody scene, but he didn't expect to go around in circles endlessly about daily trivial matters. In his memory, Sheng Lingyuan had always looked like a boy in his early ten years old, with no intention of growing up.

"Wait, Your Majesty," Xuan Ji said, "If you just said that there is something lingering, you will be trapped in a memory for a long time, so we are trapped now."

Sheng Lingyuan glanced at him, his expression was indifferent and indifferent.

Xuan Ji found that the more emotional this person was, the more alienated his attitude was, as if he was not the one who was trapped in the boy's dream and refused to wake up.

He would have been vulnerable and self-deceiving.

Suddenly, Xuan Ji felt that Emperor Wu floating on the altar looked like a man of flesh and blood.The fragility of the strong is as thrilling as the bravery of the coward, Xuan Ji couldn't help but feel soft, and tried to say in a gentle tone: "But we still have to find a way to get out, right, look..."

Before he finished speaking, Sheng Lingyuan nodded lightly: "Well, it makes sense."

Xuan Ji: "..."

The long-winded persuasion was stuck.

"Avoiding the most important and taking the lightest is human instinct, and I can't avoid it." Sheng Lingyuan thought for a while, and said calmly, "Then why not, if you have anything you want to know, just ask, and I'll try to remember if I can follow your question. , jump out of these insignificant trifles."

"Your Majesty," Xuan Ji said seriously, "anything that can trap you is not trivial, and it doesn't matter how much you miss it."

Sheng Lingyuan frowned first, and then smiled helplessly, as if he felt that Xuan Ji, the little demon, was too sentimental to make trouble for no reason: "Then what are you going to do?"

Xuan Ji: "..."

All right, Sheng Lingyuan doesn't look like a human being when he discusses the matter to this point, tearing up his own weaknesses and studying them without changing his face.

Immediately afterwards, before he could speak, the surrounding scene began to crumble. Without Xuan Ji asking questions, Sheng Lingyuan was already actively trying to adjust his mentality.

The peaceful Wuren village suddenly shattered into countless pieces in front of the two of them, like a smashed vase.

The two of them fell into the darkness, and before Xuan Ji could stand still, she saw the back door of the patriarch's house open with a "squeak" and the little Aluojin slipped out with a cloth bag in his arms and walked straight down the mountain go.He looked aggrieved, and the palm of his left hand was red and swollen. Obviously, for some reason, he was beaten up by the "complainant" and ran away from home.

"what happened again?"

"He stole the Great Sage's 'Scary Curse' and put it under my pillow," Sheng Lingyuan said, "Scary Spell can arouse the most fearful things in people's hearts. It passed away. It was originally used by the Great Sage himself for cultivation. It was actually nothing, and I often carried it with me afterwards. It’s just that the patriarch and the Great Sage saw that I was young and treated me too carefully, lest they be scared. I, the patriarch, became furious when I found out, and beat Alozin in public. How could he bear such grievances, so he ran away secretly that night."

Xuan Ji heard a slight movement from the side, and when she turned her head, she saw the young Sheng Lingyuan coming down from a big tree, looking at A Luojin's back, hesitating for a moment, but still followed.

Xuan Ji: "You..."

"Well, I didn't fall asleep that day." Sheng Lingyuan said frankly, "No matter how good the Stunning Curse is, it is a strong medicine after all. When I first came into contact with it, I was so frightened that I didn't dare to close my eyes at night."

The witch tribe is not completely in touch with the outside world. Periodically, people will dress up as ordinary civilians and go out to buy and exchange things. Although Aluojin has never followed him, he obviously knows the way. The human race set up a barrier at the foot of the mountain and ran away.

He thought that there were mountains and rivers outside, otherwise why would the children from outside be so precious?

Unexpectedly, he had just tasted what it means to be "hard and dangerous in the world" just after he left the witch tribe.

The Wuren clan has nothing to do with the world, but their spells are unpredictable. The human race is afraid of them, and the monster race is actually afraid, so they know that Sheng Lingyuan is hiding in the Wuren tribe's mountain, so they dare not act rashly for a while.Aluojin, who ran away from home, simply gave away the head of someone, and was caught in a net as soon as he came out.

The Yaozu were at a loss for several months, and accidentally caught Aluojin, feeling like a godsend, and planned to take him to negotiate terms with the Wuren, to see if they wanted their own cubs, or the illusory shabby settlement.That night, they hung Alozin in a cage in front of him and celebrated by feasting and drinking—humans, of course.

Blood was mixed in the wine, and baby bone broth was stewed in the cauldron. Babies are a rare commodity in troubled times, because adults are still dying. To save such a small life, there are often countless people who are working hard behind it, so it is probably very special. Delicious, some of them can still be seen before birth.

The main dish is a live girl, washed inside and out, and sliced ​​meat from her body to eat.Her screams and fears were the food for dinner, and if she couldn't finish a meal, she would be hanged with black magic. The long torture seemed to have no head.After the carnival, only bones remained on the girl's two legs. She was alive, but her face was still white and flawless.

The girl who was eaten raw went crazy, and Aluojin was going crazy too.

Xuan Ji, who was watching coldly, was numb all over, and spread his wings involuntarily on his back, but the flaming wings were pressed back by a cold hand.

"It's always been like this." Sheng Lingyuan said coolly, "The human race will not be merciful when they change places. It's an old account of thousands of years, and it has nothing to do with your descendants."

Aluojin was thrown into the hut together with the girl with bones and bones. The girl looked at him with empty eyes and smiled for a long time. Aluojin cried for a long time in front of her. The little demon is bored and wants to kick him.Before the demon could make a move, a dagger poked out from behind and wiped the demon's neck with one stroke.

The Yaozu fell down without a sound, and Aluojin, who was stunned, saw the sick man "complaining to the spirit".

The "complainant" wiped the blood from his face, skillfully caught the Yaozu's corpse, and dragged him aside, as if he had done this kind of thing thousands of times.

There was a curse on his dagger to subdue demons, he cut through the iron cage that trapped Aluojin like cutting melons and vegetables, lifted him out with one hand, and stuffed him with a pot of spells: "Go."

A Luojin staggered and ran out a few steps, but found that Sheng Lingyuan hadn't followed, turned his head in a hurry, and saw Sheng Lingyuan covered the girl's eyes with his hand, leaned down, said something softly in her ear, and then stabbed her with a knife. She is happy.

The demon method of hanging life was cut off by a dagger, and the girl was finally freed from the quagmire of the world. I don't know if there is a spirit underground, would she dare to reincarnate again.

The young Sheng Lingyuan put down the girl's body and grabbed Aluojin: "What are you doing in a daze?"

A Luojin was dragged away by him, tears could not be wiped clean, suppressed and choked up and begged in a low voice: "I... woo... I want to cover her with a dress...Brother, can I cover her with a dress... ..."

It was the first time Alozin called him anything other than "hello," "scumbag," and "succubus."

Sheng Lingyuan didn't let go, didn't look at him, and spoke to him in a low voice.

Xuan Ji asked in a low voice, "What are you talking to him about?"

"I said, 'One day, I will close the eyes of all those who died unjustly, and collect all the bones of Asanga'."

This sentence missed Aluojin's life.

The ancestral precepts of the shaman clan: Never leave Dongchuan forever.

But the heart of the young patriarch has drifted to the vast and cruel world.