Bodhi

"Brother Feng, I heard that you are from the Central Plains in the north. How is it going there? Is it fun? I heard that people in the Central Plains wear clothes made of clouds and only drink dew and eat flowers and fruits. Is it true? "The young Jiuli people gathered around Feng Beilie, looking up at him curiously.

"...I don't know." After a long silence, Feng Beilie replied.

He is holding a little lamb in his arms. Its fur is snow-white and its hooves are young. Perhaps because of the horns that have just grown out, it always rubs around habitually. At this moment, it is pushing its head hard. Touching Feng Beilie's chest, one after another, the rush made him out of breath.

This is the second year he has returned to the Jiuli Tribe, and it is also the second year he has known Chi You.

The sound of animal bones colliding with bronze came from behind, and Chi You said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here, don't you need to work?"

Seeing the majestic king, the teenagers immediately scattered in fear, like a flock of birds chased away by a fierce tiger.

Chi You's voice was not only deep, but also had a violent hoarseness. When he lowered his eyebrows and stared at a person, the domineering aura around him was enough to overwhelm the person, but Feng Beilie was not afraid of him at all. , he turned around and forced a smile at Chiyou: "What are you doing so fiercely? They don't understand."

Chi You's facial features are tough, his contours are deep, and the wild bulls and birds of prey tattooed on his chest are lifelike, like living things. He looked down at Feng Beilie, and said angrily: "A group of little bastards, if they don't work hard, they will surround you twitter."

Feng Beilie said with a smile: "It's just a child, what can you understand?"

Chi You felt quite uncomfortable, those little devils in the clan were children, but the person in front of him was only a few years older than them.

He wrapped his arms around Feng Beilie's thin shoulders, and waved his hand proudly: "Go, I told you yesterday, I'm going to take you to Fangfang Field today!"

Feng Beilie was caught off guard and staggered in his arms, "Hey, but my sheep..."

"What kind of sheep is not a sheep?" Chi You pinched the fur on the back of the lamb's neck with two fingers, and lifted it aside, "accompanying me is the serious business."

The lamb was suddenly lifted out of the warm embrace, and couldn't help yelling "baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" Seeing that Feng Beilie still couldn't let go of his sheep, Chi You simply smiled, picked him up, and strode like a star Walk up to the horses.

"You...you don't make sense!" Feng Beilie's cheeks flushed red with anger, and he hammered his rock-solid chest several times, "You can walk around with your eyes closed. What am I going to do!"

Chi You only thought that he was tickling himself, and said indifferently: "Since you came here, you have been bored with cattle and sheep every day, and the number of times you have left the tribe can be counted on one hand. You can't take it with you."

The people of Jiuli are unrestrained and unrestrained, and they are always straightforward about the relationship between men and women. Seeing Feng Beilie writhing and struggling in Chi You's arms, the people passing by on both sides cheered loudly and made Feng Beilie feel ashamed all over his body. It's hot, and I can't wait to find a hole in the ground to drill down.

After Chi You hugged him and got on the horse, he still wanted to insist on going on, but Chi You pinched his wrist and whispered in his ear: "Don't move, what will happen if you continue to move, I can't guarantee it."

Feng Beilie gritted his teeth and glared at him, then spat softly, "Spooky scoundrel!"

Chi You laughed loudly, and the fierce horse under him breathed out scorching breath, and led the two people on horseback to ride Juechen away into the depths of the grassland.

Later, the relationship between the two seemed to be getting closer, but there was still a hazy barrier between each other, which persisted without being pierced.

Feng Beilie was because of low self-esteem. He is a damaged product full of holes, a monster who cannot survive or die in pain. How can he be worthy of the Lord of Jiuli?Chi You is because of his big heart. Although there were countless beautiful women who admired him in the past, he lacked interest in them, but Feng Beilie was different. He only regarded it as pity, not Think deeply.

One intentionally avoids, the other is not aware of it, but they get closer and closer in the day-to-day relationship, and gradually become a situation that everyone knows but only the person concerned does not know.

However, this sweet, ambiguous, and beautiful day was severely broken shortly after.

The Jiuli clan ushered in unprecedented turmoil, just because their king was plotted against by the Central Plains people and fell into the Pangu navel, and he is still unconscious on the couch. Baitiewei returned from serious injuries covered in blood.

For the next thousand years, Jiuli was shrouded in death, gunpowder smoke, war and blood. They even burned this fire to the Central Plains, almost burning the whole world.

Before Chi You could say "I love you" to Feng Beilie, he was tainted by the filth of the world; before Feng Beilie had time to express his feelings to Chi You, a red line was branded on his heart .

After a long, long time, whenever Feng Beilie recalled the past, he would think in a daze that his whole life seemed to be a miss.

He missed his mother when he was born, missed the right direction when he took the first step towards the outside world, missed his love, missed his hate, even missed death with his beloved.

Now, he is locked in the dark prison, the blade of the Kunwuque.

Countless nights when he lost the concept of time, he would always think of the past and Chi You.Those strong hatreds seem to have passed away in the endless silence, and what remains in his body is only the love that was as gentle as the sea in the past, the love that Chi You gave him.

In the mist, he seemed to see the vast grassland and the blue sky again. An illusory smile appeared on his lips, and he murmured: "The clear river is long and long... the horses on the bank are dragging their reins... From the north...Little Hongyan...why don't you want to stay in my sweetheart's hometown..."

I don't know how much time passed before Feng Beilie's eyes finally emitted a ray of white light.

He struggled to open his eyes—the Divine Soul didn't open his eyes originally, but this beam of light was too bright and pure, as if it had penetrated his Divine Soul and illuminated the deepest things in him.

There was a man standing in front of him.

Bamboo green robes, handsome face, eyes as clear as water and as deep as an ocean, staring at him unreservedly with inherent gentleness and sincerity.

"The son of the white fox..." he said, his voice was hoarse as he had not spoken for many years.

...is really an old opponent.

"Why are you here?" Feng Beilie laughed twice, "Are you here to see the joke of the defeated?"

"No." Su Xuechan looked at him with complicated eyes.

Feng Beilie smiled indifferently: "Then why are you here... If you are really merciful, then... kill me..."

"Do you regret it?" Su Xuechan asked, "You plotted all this for revenge, oppressed the monster race for thousands of years, used Dongyi to create a kingdom of gods and men, and ordered them to kill and devour the flesh and blood of the nine heavenly immortals...Your sin is so heinous, even after going through Thousands of reincarnations can't be washed clean, do you regret it?"

Feng Beilie opened his eyes wide in surprise, and said dreamily: "Have I been imprisoned for too long? I don't even remember if I have done the things you said..."

"...However," he laughed, "I don't regret... I don't regret dying. If I had to do it all over again, I still... have to give everything for him, lose everything for him..."

"I am a person who crawled out of the sea of ​​blood and deep hatred, and the red line in my heart is clean, and it is the only thing in the world that is completely mine... For it, I can do anything, and I am willing to do anything..."

Su Xuechan was silent for a long time, and he said: "Alright then, I have one more thing to return to you before you are completely punished for your crimes."

"……what?"

Su Xuechan spread out his hands, and a ball of light danced in his palm, "Your memory."

——The streamer scattered like a gust of wind.

In the overwhelming sea of ​​light, fragments of thousands of pictures flashed before Feng Bei Lie's eyes, and those memories erased by Nan Kehai finally burst, filling his entire soul.

"In order for you to be the lever to pry reincarnation, Emperor Wa even used Nan Kehai to trick me, telling me that the established facts cannot be changed," Su Xuechan said, "but fortunately, you succeeded...and so did I. "

Feng Beilie held his head and panted violently, and from the depths of his throat let out a suppressed roar and whimper intermittently. Su Xuechan looked at him with pity and hatred in his expression.

"Wang Shu died because of you, Xi He was seriously injured, all the immortals of the Nine Heavens died one by one, even Shezhi's 71 sisters turned into a sea of ​​blood, Li Yuan and I were separated for thousands of years, all because of you," Su Xuechan whispered Said, "But I have no way to judge your crime... and I can't judge Chi You's crime either."

Feng Bei's hunting eyes were about to burst, he suddenly raised his head, and saw Su Xuechan reached out his hand to his heart, and pulled out a flaming remnant soul from it!

He said: "This is the last trace of Chiyou's soul left after he disappeared between heaven and earth, and I asked Emperor Wa for it."

"In endless reincarnation, if you can do it yourself and redeem your sins, he will have the hope of being reincarnated."

Su Xuechan looked at Feng Beilie, who was in tears, and asked, "How, are you willing?"

Feng Beilie stretched out his trembling hands, lovingly holding the remnant soul that was so thin that it seemed as if it would dissipate with a blow, sobbing hard at that moment, tears streaming down his face.

Long time changes, long years change.

... The south wind knows what I want, blowing dreams to Xizhou.