I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

"Ma'am, do you know what happened outside?" Yu Huaiyin didn't want to refute Fu Zhao's good intentions, seeing the other party smiling and waving to him, she obediently went over to taste the dried dates in the jar.

"Is it sweet?" Fu Zhao didn't want to answer his question at all, so he interrupted casually.

"Yeah." Yu Huaiyin nodded, but her eyes kept looking at Fu Zhao. With such a serious and sincere expression, Fu Zhao coughed lightly in guilt, as if she really owed it if she didn't give an explanation. Yes.

"You shouldn't come here." There was no way to avoid it, Fu Zhao stretched his muscles and bones, showing a rare serious look, "In the ghost world, except for those who are obsessed, there will be no living people here."

When Yu Huaiyin heard this, he suddenly stopped holding the dried dates to his mouth. He was not surprised by Fu Zhao's words, but instead lowered his eyes and said, "So that's how it is."

……

Ten miles away, the Temple of the City God.

"The meaning of this hexagram is that there is no harm?" Lu Yi pushed the incense ashes on the copper coins, and interpreted the answer given to them by the city god.

At this time, Liang Chi and A Qiu were setting up fruit offerings, knowing that there were no ghosts in the town, they worked harder.

"Since it's a natural disaster, it's better to ask the townspeople to make more preparations. If the sandstorm lasts for one more day, they won't be able to work for one more day. Maybe they won't even have clean water to drink." Liang Chu bowed three times to the statue of the city god, and when he raised his head, Glancing at the face of the god, I suddenly felt that this god carved from an ancient ginkgo tree seemed familiar, so I couldn't help looking at it for a while.

"That's fine, on the way here this morning, let's say I swallowed a couple of grains of sand."

After the divination, on the way back, Aqiu and Lu Yi both covered their faces with square scarves to resist the black sandstorm, but when they turned their heads to ask if Liang Chu also needed square scarves, they realized that the person who was following them just now It has disappeared, and the eyes are dark.

Why does the City God look like this?

In my impression, this face has not changed since he was a child, but why did he only recognize it today!

Liang Chi noticed something strange, he rushed back to the Temple of the City God and broke in, stared at the face of the City God with wide eyes, and decided that this person was the Greedy Wolf veteran who rescued him from the rebels in his dream—— yellow boat.

This is a person who only existed in his dreams, but suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. This little clue alone was enough for him to overthrow the 20-year illusion.

"I remember everything." The illusion was broken, just as Liang Chu was desperately rushing home.

Fu Zhao was sitting in the room sewing a red velvet wedding gown with a needle and thread. At the moment, there were a few balls of hard silk shining dark red, which were specially made by the Haiyun family for weddings and funerals. silk.

It is said that the ancestors of the Haiyun tribe were convicted by the sky. In order to avoid the fate, they went to a very special and mysterious place, where they spun and sewed a kind of strange clothes to cover up their breath. , thus deceiving God's eyes, and survived by luck.

Since then, people of this family will wear clothes made of silk spun by blood silkworms on the important days of birth, marriage and burial to seek good luck and avoid evil. This custom is believed by everyone in the Haiyun family. Dare to violate.

But more than 30 years ago, Fu Zhao and his family did not believe in the legacy of their ancestors, and stayed away from their hometown to seek a more prosperous and lively life outside Taihe Town.

Now Fu Zhao, who has always been disregarding the fate, actually believed in this illusory theory of divine punishment, and rushed to make this wedding dress for his son.

"Mother, shopkeeper Han just sent someone to say that the caravan will arrive in town tomorrow."

Panting heavily, Liang Ce put a basket of fresh tangerines on the table. He looked at Fu Zhao quietly, and found that this woman who was not good at needlework had crooked stitches when she sewed the cuffs, but her expression was Focus like never before.

The power of ghosts and evil spirits damages the spirit, so Fu Zhao always coughs inadvertently.Liang Chi was worried about his mother's health, and when he turned his head to peel the oranges, he said to himself: "Mother, when I was young, I sat alone in Tanlang's underground palace, always looking forward to seeing you, but waiting, waiting, if you don't come, The child felt that you must despise me very much."

Fu Zhaozheng dealt with the silk in her hand with all his strength, and when he heard Liang Chu say something coy, he was about to teach him a lesson, "What's wrong with that brat!" The technique no longer works.

The mother and son looked at each other calmly, everything was self-evident.Fu Zhao understood that Liang Chu had something to say to her, so he lowered his head and continued sewing.

"But then I went to some places and met some people. I realized that everything in the world is fickle. Even if blood is thicker than water, there will be resentment, separation, and regret. I can't help but feel relieved."

Talking about the good books in the past, I always feel at a loss, "But now the mother has given the child 20 years without regrets through this illusion, so that the child can spend the simplest and happy life with the mother, even if it is only three days... It is enough to let the child know that my mother is such a loving and strong person."

The words from the heart are sincere.Fu Zhao stopped her needlework, and she sighed in relief, then bit the silk with her teeth, shook off the fine crumbs from the wedding dress, and put it on her shoulders for a good booklet to see if it fits well.

"Yo, one arm is long, and the other is short." Fu Zhao looked at the good book and put on the clothes carefully, only to realize that she really didn't have half the talent for housework.

No way, who told her to die early, she didn't have much experience as a mother.

"Forget it, time is running out, so I won't change it." Fu Zhao put away the steel needle that she bent, and sat at the table to enjoy the orange peeled by Liang Chuan for her.

"Taste this." Suddenly Fu Zhao picked up a piece of orange peel and handed it to Liang Chuan without looking back. Feeling that the thing in his hand was empty, he asked, "How does it taste?"

"Bitter." Liang Ce chewed earnestly. Just as he was about to swallow the bitter thing into his stomach, Fu Zhao patted him on the back of the neck in time, making Liang Ce cough unexpectedly and spit out the orange peel .

"Stinky boy, let you taste who let you swallow."

Fu Zhao was amused by her "stupid son"'s behavior, and said with relief: "It's right to suffer. Your mother was deceived by lard back then, and she had a relationship with your dead ghost father. What's the matter with you?"

"What?" Liang Ce was puzzled, but before he could ask, he was interrupted by an orange thrown by Fu Zhao.

"In front of the mirror coffin in the underground palace, didn't you ask me? Ask me if I was blackmailed by the emperor because I gave birth to you, and then plot against—"

Looking up at Liang Chu's puzzled expression, Fu Zhao thought to himself that the child was stolen from her by the people in the palace and imprisoned in the underground palace in the third month after she was born. She has suffered so much all these years.

I still remember that when Liang Chi was six years old, maybe it was eight years old, it was too long and she couldn't remember clearly.

That year, she brought the victims who were almost starving to death outside the imperial city and broke into the palace gate to seek justice. Liang Fu sat on the blood-stained throne of the emperor and charged her with treason.

But in fact, it was the opposite. The victims only wanted to have enough to eat. Who cares if the emperor thinks they are guilty, and she, Fu Zhao, doesn't care, so she took advantage of the chaos and entered the underground palace with a sword.

The smell of blood on her body that day was so serious that even the little figure who was trapped in the mausoleum with mice all day long did not dare to get too close to her.

Helpless, Fu Zhao had no choice but to take off his armor, and gave Xiao Liangceng the food that was still warm all the way. After coaxing her for a long time, the young boy with defensive eyes was willing to hug her and called out to her mother.And she was shot and killed by random arrows on the way to rob the tribe for the reunion dinner that was only once in this life.

"Ce'er, it's one's own choice to do wrong things and go the wrong way in one's life, and it will not change anything because of an innocent child. For example, anyone who eats this citrus peel will feel bitter." Fu Zhao said. He also picked up a piece of orange peel, bit it and swallowed it, "It's not because I, Fu Zhao, has a son that it becomes so bitter!"

Liang Ce's expression moved slightly, and he understood what Fu Zhao said. He lowered his head and glanced at the ill-fitting wedding clothes on his body, "Mother, the black sandstorm is over, shouldn't my child go..."

"Go, of course you have to go. You still have a long way to go." Fu Zhao patted the orange silk on his hand, thinking that the black sandstorm last night would indeed not appear for no reason, and her ghost power was about to be exhausted. .

But since she prevented Yu Huaiyin from sending spiritual power to this small world, it meant that she didn't want to force her fate with Liang Chu.

In fact, she didn't plan to meet each other at first, if it wasn't for Liang Chi kneeling in front of her and weeping to make her worry, how could she have made this dream, after all, as a parent, one always has to worry.

"Boy, do you want to hear my mother tell a story?" Fu Zhao subconsciously wanted to touch Liang Chi's head like he did when he was a child, but when he raised his hand, he found that her child had grown up and was very tall. Maybe she could only Touch the forehead.

But at the moment of touching, she still rubbed the back of Liang Ce's head as before, probably because someone lowered her head on purpose.

"When my mother was young..."

Before the next dawn, Fu Zhao told Liang Ce many things.

She talked about the encounter between the young girl and the triumphant army in Qingfang Valley; she talked about the fact that although the Haiyun tribe has a limited lifespan, all of them are good at fighting. He also talked about the reason why the woman who had traveled all over the world for the emperor for several years to seek the law of longevity resisted the imperial decree, and the husband and wife killed each other...

Probably because of the heavy snowstorm one winter, all the soldiers and horses brought by Fu Zhao were folded in that holy snow mountain. I heard from the local people that there are immortal immortals in the mountain. longevity.

Because of this, Fu Zhao galloped thousands of miles, but the holy mountain was a vast expanse of whiteness, and there was no trace of any immortals. Only a few families lived at the foot of the mountain, and one of them was a blind old woman. , took her home to keep warm.

The old woman told Fu Zhao that her son was taken away by the government ten years ago, and he was called to serve as a soldier. He said he was going to the border to defend against foreign enemies, and he never returned home. Letters from home kept coming.

Unfortunately, the old lady had never read a book, so she asked Fu Zhao to read the newly sent letter for her.Fu Zhao was grateful for the life-saving grace of the other party and quickly agreed, but he didn't expect that since three years ago, those so-called family letters sent from the army were just blank sheets of paper without words.

He thought it was the postman who delivered the letter in the mountains, but he couldn't bear the disappointment of the old lady, so he used such tricks to deceive her.

For this reason, Fu Zhao also made up some greetings, such as saying that he was safe, which made the old woman smile, and she had to pick up the needle and thread, and rely on years of memory to rush to make winter cotton clothes for her son who is far away in a foreign land.

After a hard night, when the clothes were ready, the old lady also slept on the table and passed away peacefully.

"The bones have dried up on the sand, and the family still sends their own cold clothes."

After leaving the snow-capped mountains, Fu Zhao, who had been fighting for years, was physically and mentally exhausted. She hated killing and knew the sufferings of the people. Finally, after receiving the emperor's imperial decree "If you don't return for a day, you will kill Fu's family alone", she led someone to break into the village. capital city...

……

A past event surfaced, and the lights in the house were lit.

Outside, Yu Huaiyin is lying on the roof, looking at the stars in the sky alone. He likes to look at the vast sky and the calm lake when he is alone, as if the mountains and rivers in this world can make him feel the enthusiasm of life.

"Master." After listening to the story, Liang Chi came out of the house, and when he turned around, he found the person on the eaves.

Hearing the sound, Yu Huaiyin sat up, looked into Liang Ce's eyes, and found that the man seemed to have recovered his memory, and there seemed to be something more in those eyes that he had seen thousands of times.

"We'll leave here tomorrow." This was Liang Chi's decision, and Yu Huaiyin felt that he had nothing to worry about, so he nodded.

The lights in the house went out.After Liang Ce finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the yard. He quickly disappeared into the vast night, and he didn't know what to do.

"Little Immortal seems to be troubled?"

When the surroundings became quiet, Yu Huaiyin rested one arm behind his head and put the other arm in front of his eyes. He stared at the piece of dead wood ring on his wrist, remembering the chats he had with Fu Zhao during the day.

"Madam has been looking for the method of longevity for several years, so do you know that longevity also has bitter fruits?"

Yu Huaiyin is an immortal soul, he has too many doubts and worries in his heart, and he has never explained it to outsiders.But since he came to this world, what he saw and heard made him have to be lucky, maybe he will find the answer here eventually.

"Oh, the little fairy's question really stumps me. I am not a person of immortality, so naturally I don't know how to answer the puzzle of immortality."

Fu Zhao pondered for a while, and thought about this question carefully, "But I heard from the ancients that everything in the past is like dying yesterday, and everything in the future is like being born today. In my opinion, the little fairy should be an open-minded person. Since he can live forever, why not live in the world , why bother yourself?"

"Ma'am, it's absurd. Maybe the longevity in my mouth is different from that of others, and there is a price to pay. For example, if a person cannot decide how to live and die, then he is different from the hanging silk puppets manipulated by others on the stage." What's the difference?"

Yu Huaiyin thought of his reincarnation in every life, which made him very painful.

"The world is like a game of chess, little fairy, do you know that there are countless people coming and going in this world, who is not in that frame, and it is said that man will conquer the sky, but in the end, apart from changing people, when has the sky ever changed?"

As the wind whistled outside the window, Fu Zhao put down the candied fruit jar in his hand, and the power of ghosts and evil surged in his palm, disturbing the clouds in the sky.

"Madam is telling me to accept my fate?" Yu Huaiyin saw the dust billowing in this small world, and the world seemed to be overturned, but Fu Zhao stopped him when he wanted to save one or two.

"No, it's just playing chess. Even if you can only play chess between square inches, there is always a winner or loser in the chess game. How do you know that you will definitely lose?" Fu Zhao trapped the black sand all over the sky by himself.

Yu Huaiyin looked out the window, but saw that the wind stopped, the clouds stopped, and the sand and dust fell silently like snow.

He stretched out his hands to catch the falling sand, and let them slip away, "But if life grows hard, and a game of chess has been played for too long, when I understand that everything in this world has its own reasons for the decline and prosperity, the more I understand, the more Can't believe anything anymore."

"Believe that everything is born, if you don't believe, there will be nothing. Maybe one day, when you are moved by something again, it will be your life."

The power of ghosts repaired the illusion that was about to collapse, and the sky outside the window became clear again.

The dark clouds dissipated, Yu Huaiyin met the glaring sunlight, and murmured: "What is that?"

"No one knows, you have to find it yourself." Fu Zhao said, she held the candied fruit jar in her arms again in a good mood, and dropped an object before leaving, "When did you find it?" What makes you believe, it will tell you the answer."

Yu Huaiyin seemed to have realized something, and then his eyes fell on the place where the candied fruit jar was placed before the window, and he saw a bracelet made of twisted dead branches appear there.

"If you don't believe me, you have nothing..." After waking up from the memories, Yu Huaiyin laughed at himself and fell asleep so easily.