Dressed like a deadly enemy

The spring breeze blew over the weeping willows on the bank, and the willow leaves were green. There were a few drizzles in the early spring, and the eyes were full of vitality. There were children playing and fluttering butterflies on the river bank. The flower festival was early, and all the flowers bloomed for a long time. The Qushui Liushang Banquet of the romantic and noble sons is in full swing. Either the Li family is hosting a banquet or the Bai family is showing off. Jindu, which has been quiet for a winter, has begun to be lively again.

Today, the world has been stable for nearly a hundred years, and the world is good. As long as you work hard, no matter whether you are a farmer or a court official, you can get what you want. These are all sung.

But there are also some active ones who talk about legends of gods and demons, anecdotes and anecdotes, but their business is also booming. Many children don’t even go to school. Occasionally, young mothers hold their sons by their ears in order to keep their half-grown children Take it out, causing the partners to roar with laughter.

What I'm talking about today is an ancient legend, so there's nothing to tell about it at all. After all, being old means that many people have heard it, but the storyteller is eloquent, and he's kind. With a smile, the feeling of dark horror dissipates instantly. It is very popular with children and young ladies.

"Let's talk about the Mu family, which has been rich and prosperous for hundreds of years, and is also a scholarly family. How could there be a madman who forged iron and refined magical weapons..."

"Sir, sir, you are wrong. My grandfather said that there was a man who practiced magic in the Mu family, and his descendants entered the palace and became the empress. The empress gave birth to twins. The eldest son is a demon. " A little fat man squinted his eyes, his face was fair and rosy, and he spoke the story he heard articulately, obviously different from the storyteller.

"Shut up and listen to the master!" A richly dressed young man next to him scolded, he was tired of hearing the story of the monster, and wanted to hear something new.The little boy was very handsome, and he was already very dignified at such a young age. Seeing that he was unhappy, the two servants around him gave the little fat man a hard look, their eyes were very frightening.

The little fat man's family background is not weak, he stared back fiercely, and was about to start a fight, the storyteller still grinned, and said softly: "The magic soldiers came to the world, and soon attracted demons and gods, A place called Shi Moling fought for three days and three nights, and finally this man named Mu An saved his magic weapon."

The husband talked endlessly, and the little fat man and the young master were attracted by the story, so they stopped making trouble and sat and listened quietly.

"...After Mu An's death, everyone discovered that under his tomb, hundreds of miles deep underground, there is a huge skeleton. All the materials for his weapon refining come from that skeleton."

The gentleman put away the folding fan, picked up a wooden tray, put several dominoes on it, and wiped honey on his lips, "Young masters, the material of these dominoes can be used to refine magical weapons, please bring a piece of dominoes that all evils do not invade." , can still save your life, the opportunity is rare, there are only so many, if you miss this village, you will not have this shop."

The children present rushed to the front and wanted to buy it. The scene was very hot.

On the second floor of the storytelling library, there were two slender figures sitting by the window, and faint voices could be heard.

"Yan'an's situation is so miserable?"

"It's just an exaggeration in the mortal world. Although the demon king is trapped in the mortal world, it is just an eye to avoid the heavens. That skeleton is used to confuse the gods."

Yun Feitan stretched out his palm, his fair and slender fingers lightly formed a seal, and a thin silk script appeared out of thin air. The handwriting on it was scrawled, full of madness, "The letter I received when I just came back."

"I remembered. In the previous story, we were separated in the fairy world. After that, have you been in the mortal world?" Lu Junzhuo raised his hand and poured him a cup of tea. He had always wondered that Yan'an had been taken by him Brought back to another world, when he returned from another world, he was never seen.

Yun Feitan's hands stopped, his fingertips turned white, he looked up at him, and said seriously: "I don't want to see the scene of Tiandaotai anymore, and I can't write it, so, in that story, this thing is missing. all of."

Reaching out to gently hold his cold hand, Lu Junzhuo's heart was as soft as cotton candy eaten in another world, "You were always by my side before, right?"

In another world for 27 years, I was lonely for the first seven years, and accompanied by him for the next 20 years. Although I couldn't see him, I could still feel that someone was guarding me.

One god and one demon are silent, and the hustle and bustle of the world has nothing to do with them. Whether in the world of gods or the world of mortals, seeing yourself in the eyes of the other party is the best situation.

The downstairs gradually became quiet. Those who bought the dominoes were satisfied, and those who didn't bought got other gadgets, and they all went home happily.The storyteller packed up the silver bills and ingots, and was very happy, but when he saw the two people walking down the wooden ladder, he felt that he was very vulgar holding the gold and silver.

In the following decades, whenever he talked about immortals, he always described those two people in detail. However, no matter how many books he read, he always felt that he was short of words and could not describe their demeanor.

Naturally, Lu Junzhuo did not expect Mr. Storyteller to classify him as a god. He and Yun Feitan revisited the old place. Yaodu has been renamed Jindu.Fortunately, Shimo Ridge is still there, and it is easy to find Mu's cemetery.

The afterglow of the setting sun is gradually fading, and the trees in the forest are slightly gloomy and scary. No matter how many years have passed, Shimo Ridge remains unchanged.

The night crow croaked a few times, and a black shadow rushed past, causing two handsome figures on the mountain to turn their heads. Under the moonlight, Lu Junzhuo looked far away, and found that the black shadows were some low-level demons. He raised his eyebrows slightly and turned his head Looking at Yun Feitan: "There are traces of demons here, I thought they were all destroyed."

"Some clever ones escaped quickly, and the Demon Lord used his body to attract attention, and the Protoss just turned a blind eye and let them go."

The night wind gently blew Yun Feitan's long hair, but the eyes of the indifferent Dijun were exceptionally warm.

Lu Junzhuo suddenly asked: "Do you know the origin of Moyuanhai?"

Seeing him shaking his head, he stretched out his hand to catch the dewdrops falling from the tree, and performed a trick. The dewdrops changed from round to teardrop-shaped, "come from the tears of the ancestor gods. When the ancestor gods fell, they saw the passage of time." , Feeling the insignificance of living beings, because they can't resist time, they can only let the torrent of time roll forward, even if the time of different interfaces is different, in the end, the same goal by different routes. All emotions, over time, melt into the sea."

This is the first time Yun Feitan has heard this story. The ancient gods can also be regarded as the children of the ancestor gods, the successors of the ancestor gods. What they know are the three thousand roads and countless trails left by the ancestor gods.

"Are you saying that the ancestor gods are partial? You are left with three thousand roads, but you are left with three thousand threads of troubles, worrying about people."