Peach blossoms on the Kunlun pond

Ting Xin cried: "My third brother was patrolling the sea the day before yesterday, and suddenly a shrimp soldier came to report that Li Gen, patrolling the sea, was killed at Chentang Pass. When the third brother hurriedly led people to the seaside to watch, he saw A six-foot naughty boy was stepping on Li Gen's body to show off his might. Third brother asked a few words, and the naughty boy sacrificed a magic weapon, knocked my third brother out of his original form, and stretched out his dragon tendons."

Cun Xin turned pale with shock——Chen Tangguan, a six-foot urchin, who else could he be if he wasn't Nezha?Who else can beat to death the righteous god of the dragon clan who spreads clouds and rains and breeds all things!After thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel angry, wiped away tears, took out the Qingshuang sword hanging on the wall and said: "Fourth sister, let's go, I will go to Chentangguan with you, and seek revenge on Nezha!"

The second dragon girl rushed to the front of the pass, but saw the black clouds in the midair and thunder bursts. It turned out that the dragon kings of the four seas heard that Ao Bing was dead, and they all attracted dragon soldiers to fight.Na Ao Guang scolded on the cloud head: "Bold upright! What kind of grudge does Donghai have with you? How dare you beat and kill Xunhai Yacha, my third prince, and have his dragon's tendons pulled out! You are so stubborn! Brutalist, even if I smash your body into thousands of pieces, I still can't get rid of the hatred in my heart!"

When Ao Guang wanted to scold him, he saw a person flashing behind him, also wearing a crown. It was Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea.Na Ao Run stepped forward and clasped his fists and said, "Brother, don't waste your time talking with that madman. Now we have captured his parents here. If he doesn't come to fight, we will just chop his parents up in front of my nephew's spirit." , to comfort the hearts of the people."

As soon as the words fell, I saw Nezha rushing towards Guancheng, and shouted sharply: "One person does the work and the other is responsible. I killed Ao Bing and Li Gen, and I will pay for the lives of the two of them. There is no reason to involve my parents!" Pulling out the sword in his bosom, he made up his mind and said again: "Today I will disembowel myself, cut out the intestines and bones, disperse the soul, and return it to my parents. You must let them both go, otherwise my master Taiyi Zhenren will not be with you." Let it go."

Ao Guang felt Nezha's filial piety when he heard what Nezha said, so he recruited people to release Li Jing and his wife.Seeing that both his parents were free, Nezha raised his sword in his right hand and chopped off his left arm first.The sword raised his arm and fell, blood spurted out, Nezha was in pain, but he clenched his teeth and stabbed his chest and abdomen with his backhand.Suddenly a gust of wind passed by, and a person flashed out beside him and grabbed Nezha's wrist, barely holding back the sword.Nezha took a closer look and found that it was Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said anxiously: "My good brother, if you destroy your body and lose your soul, then even your master will be powerless to return to heaven!" Before he finished speaking, suddenly the sword energy pierced the wind in his ear, and a cold light pierced obliquely. Yang Jian felt bad, so he hurriedly pushed Nezha away, and turned to take it on his back.

The man stabbed Yang Jian's back with a sword, causing sparks to shoot out, but Yang Jian was unscathed. Hearing the man's muffled snort, bright red drops of blood oozed from his fingers.Yang Jian was startled, the voice was very familiar, but it was Cun Xin who came!

Yang Jian turned around and saw the Qingshuang sword in Cun Xin's hand pointing directly at his back, and shouted loudly: "You pay back my third brother's life!" Regardless of the bleeding from the tiger's mouth, he raised the sword and slashed at Nezha.Yang Jian didn't have time to speak, he clasped his palms together, sealing the momentum of Cun Xin sword, the sword seemed to be cast in his palm, unable to advance any further.

"Cun Xin!" Yang Jian looked at Long Nu who hadn't seen her for a long time. Her eyes were blood red with hatred, her face was full of tears, and she stared at Nezha like a madman. "Yang Jian, get out of the way!" Cun Xin's voice was hoarse, with a faint sound of gold and stone, and her chest heaved, as if suppressing endless pain.

"Get out of the way!" Cun Xin suddenly yelled, and pulled back with all his strength, Yang Jian's palms loosened slightly in a daze, but Cun Xin pulled out the sword.The tip of the sword drew a blood-red light path in the air, which had already cut Yang Jian's palm, bleeding out, and the two of them were stunned when they saw it.

When they were at a stalemate, Nezha took a step forward from behind Yang Jian, held his sword upside down and bowed to Cun Xin: "Third Princess," his pale face was bloodless, and the severe pain from his left arm made it difficult for him to even speak. With great effort, he still paused and said: "Don't worry, my Nezha will do what I say, and I will repay Ao Bing's death with this flesh and blood." He turned his head and looked at Yang Jian who stood in front of him like a statue. , "Second Brother, I used to call you Second Brother, right?" Nezha held back his tears and said, "It's only right and proper to kill someone. Brother is anxious, all these things are all my fault."

Nezha turned around, bowed solemnly to Mrs. Yin who was looking up at him in the crowd, kowtowed three times, and said in a trembling voice: "Mother, you have been pregnant for three years and six months, and gave birth to me, an uneasy evildoer. I will return my father's sperm and mother's blood, body, hair and skin to you. From now on, I wish my parents well-being, brothers and sisters, and don't miss me, the evil that caused my parents to suffer." He stood up with a "huh" and stood The sword pierced into his belly, he clenched his teeth, and slammed the sword down again.Standing so close, Cun Xin could hear the rubbing sound of his sword across his ribs, and couldn't help but stand on end.

Nezha couldn't stand anymore, he knelt down on the ground and supported his body with his sword.Yang Jian's heart ached unbearably, and he was about to step forward to help him, but Nezha stretched out his palm to stop him.At this time, Nezha was speechless, he could only signal with his eyes, and then forced himself to straighten his body, and thrust the sword across his neck, blood gushed out for several feet in an instant, like pale blue peach blossoms scattered all over the ground.

Yang Jian could only feel the sky spinning, the blood splattered all over the ground pierced his eyes with severe pain, Cun Xin beside him saw that he was so sad that he couldn't hold it back, when Fang reached out to pull it, he saw a gust of wind, and Yang Jian had already turned into golden light and went away.

Cun Xin sat on the Sacrificial Cliff with her feet dangling in the air, her body swaying slightly in the strong wind.The cliff stands thousands of feet high, like a sharp sword piercing into the sky, and the surrounding mountains are crawling under its feet.Looking down from here, the cliff seems to have been split by a sharp axe, and the rough section seems to have broken the backbone of the entire mountain range—"Third brother, when you were beaten back to your original shape, skinned and cramped, did you just Such a piercing heart?"

The dragon girl opened the stirrup pot in her hand and took a big sip. The 30-year-old wine was like a gentle and hot hand, caressing her throat, and slowly rolled down.Her stomach was empty, and as soon as the wine drank, the pain on the stomach wall was like a needle prick, which made her tremble all over, but the tears seemed to dry up, and they could no longer flow out, leaving only empty eye sockets that were terribly dry and raw.

"This is Tianhua's flagon." A voice came from behind.The wind was so strong that the word "wine pot" could not even be heard clearly.Cun Xin didn't look back, she knew that Yang Jian was there, but she had been sitting on the cliff for a long time, and even turning her neck felt exhausted.

"It's pretending to be Qiuyuebai that Tianhua wants to give to Biyun." She finally replied, her voice hoarse like a dead branch in the desert, "Tianhua said, he doesn't need it anymore." Silence surrounded again After leaving them, the gale of howling blew past their ears, carrying helpless sadness.

After a long time, when Cun Xin thought that Yang Jian had already left, he said, "Nezha is dead."

"Biyun is dead too. My third brother is also dead. Even if Nezha dies a thousand or ten thousand times, it is impossible for them to come back!" Cun Xin sat for a long time, and tried to stand up with her hands, but her arms Numb and powerless, she swayed and almost fell off the cliff.Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to reach out to help, but in the end he clenched his fist tightly and let it hang down.

Cun Xin finally struggled to get up, she didn't look at Yang Jian, her empty eyes passed him and landed on the distant mountains. "Once when I was young, because I was bored in the Dragon Palace, I asked my third brother to secretly take me to the shore to play. Because I was tired from walking, I clamored to eat cherries, so he climbed someone's fruit tree to pick them. Unexpectedly, someone found him and beat him. When we came out, the two of us were almost caught by the fruit farmers." A smile floated on Cun Xin's lips, "Back in the sea, my uncle whipped him twenty whips angrily, he was beaten black and blue, and he wanted to protect me He only admits that it was his own wishful thinking."

"Later, my mother died of illness, and my father brought my aunt and second brother back from outside. I found out that he had already had a concubine and another son, and he was only raised in my distant uncle's house in Qiantang. Helped my aunt to the right. At that time, the queen mother was only thirty-seven years old. The poor mother went forward, still holding my hand tightly, and told me that the name my father and king gave me came from the phrase "I can't change it, but I only have Cunxindan". I was so angry that I went to argue with my father, but he was punished by him to confine me in Guanchouhai. It was the third brother who begged my uncle and sent me to the master of Kunlun Mountain. I have just passed a few years for my birthday."

Yang Jian looked at the dragon girl in front of him. He thought that Cun Xin was innocent and unrestrained, but he never knew that there were so many unknown pains buried in her heart.The mountain wind came and went, and the dragon girl seemed to be in so much pain that she hugged her shoulders tremblingly, and slowly squatted down.

"Cunxin," Yang Jian knelt in front of her, the sharp stones made his knees hurt, "Even if Nezha was wrong, he had already deboned and cut his flesh in front of Chentangguan, and he had to cut open his stomach to apologize, no matter what, it was worth it." gone."

"Not enough!" Cun Xin raised her head abruptly, staring at Yang Jian with round eyes, "You took Nezha's soul and handed it over to Master Taiyi. Now his mother is building a temple for him in Cuiping Mountain, and it has been widely reshaped by incense. With a golden body, in less than three years, he, Li Nezha, will be able to run rampant in the world again!"

Yang Jian's breath stopped, and then he replied in a high voice: "Nezha is my brother!" "Brother?" Cun Xin sneered: "Isn't the third brother my brother? Isn't Tianhua your brother?" She stood up with a "huh" , pointing at Yang Jian and sternly said: "You just build a temple, build one, I'll smash one, build ten, I'll smash ten, make Nezha never be reincarnated!"

Yang Jian's face changed suddenly, he stood up, his shoulders were straightened, as if he was trying his best to suppress his anger, and after a while he said: "Nezha, I must save him. If you want to smash his temple, you have to go through my way first." close!"

Cun Xin looked at him without a trace of surprise on her face, as if she knew Yang Jian would say this for a long time.She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, but there was infinite sadness in her expression, and she quietly walked behind Yang Jian.When passing by, Yang Jian grabbed her arm and asked, "Where are you going?"

Cun Xin didn't look at him, and the voice came out word by word through the gap between his teeth: "You know, go to demolish the temple." After saying that, he left.Yang Jian didn't answer, he just squeezed hard and firmly grasped Cun Xin's wrist.Cun Xin felt as if she was tightly clamped by a pair of iron pliers, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move an inch. "Yang Jian, let go..." Cun Xin's final sound had disappeared between Yang Jian's lips and teeth before she could say it.

It was as if something exploded in Cun Xin's chest with a "boom", a heart beating wildly, as eager as thunder and lightning, Yang Jian's breath enveloped her like a big net bag head, and the warm breath hit her face Coming, Cun Xin's cheeks were sore from burning.Yang Jian let go of Cun Xin's wrist, wrapped her arms around Cun Xin's waist with iron-like arms, hugged her body tightly, and pressed her body against his hard chest.

Cun Xin's hands were still on Yang Jian's shoulders, her palms pressed against his bulging muscles, and she maintained a posture of pushing and rejecting, but her body was so soft that it seemed that her waist would break if she exerted a little force, and her lips still remained. The fragrance of Qiuyuebai lingers on the tip of Yang Jian's tongue, like a jar of the most mellow and fragrant old wine, one cup after another, addictive.

The bitter mountain wind passed by them, and after an unknown amount of time, the man panted, and buried his face in Cun Xin's shoulder, Cun Xin couldn't see him, he could only feel Yang Jian's chest rising and falling, his body was hot A piece of hot pig iron, through the thin clothes, branded her skin inch by inch.

"I don't blame you." Yang Jian finally said, "I just..." His deep sigh was dissipated in the wind, "Brother died before my eyes. Fleeing with the third sister in a hurry. Now that Nezha committed suicide, I still can't do anything, I really..." Before I finished speaking, I heard a "ding dong", and the stirrup pot hanging on Cun Xin's wrist fell. It landed on the ground, bounced a few times, and lay powerlessly among the cobblestones.

Cun Xin pushed Yang Jian away fiercely, bent down to pick up the jug, and ran down the mountain without looking back.