little wolf cub

In March, the east wind is strong.

On a sunny day, Lin Yu was sitting in the courtyard, taking a nap with his eyes closed, and the laughter of children could be faintly heard outside the courtyard.

He didn't know why he came to this small town in the demon world when he regained consciousness again, and he was still seen by others.But the result of the gradual solidification of the soul body is the loss of spiritual power and the extremely fast weakening speed of oneself.

Lin Yu found a deserted yard, and stayed there temporarily after cleaning it briefly.

But in just three days, his temples were completely white.

He has a lot of knowledge, and although he doesn't like strangers, he has a very easy-going personality, and the children in the town are willing to chat with him.

He was leaning on the wooden chair, with half of the tassels protruding from his pocket, and under the sunlight, there was a golden light flashing from time to time, and a small round silhouette faintly appeared under the robe in his pocket. Golden bells on the body.

I don't know why it followed my soul body.

Because of the weakening of the soul and body, Lin Yu had long been unable to see clearly, and could only keep rubbing the golden bell in his arms.

While he was basking in the sun, someone knocked lightly on the unclosed courtyard door several times.

A group of children ran into the courtyard and gathered around his chair.

"What's the matter?" Lin Yu asked with sleepiness, opening his eyes.

"We want to hear stories." A boy lay beside Lin Yu's chair and said in a waxy voice.

For this group of children, Lin Yu had rare patience. He patted the boy's head: "Today. What do you want to hear?"

"Old man, we want to hear the story of Yao Zun." A girl answered.

There was a noticeable pause in the movement of Lin Yu withdrawing his hand.

"I heard that when he was just born, he was nine feet tall in an instant, walked like a Rakshasa, and there was a vision of auspicious clouds rising to the sky, and the sun and the moon in the sky?"

nonsense.

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows when he heard this remark, only to find it amused.

"Nonsense, how can there be any vision of auspicious clouds in the sky, and the sun and the moon in the sky."

He sat up slowly, slightly bent the palms of his hands, and compared a small outline in front of him: "When he was just born, Nuo, he was just this big."

Just fit in my arms.

……

In the demon hall, Fu Xuan has been sitting withered for three days holding Lingshuang sword.

No matter what he did, Lingshuangjian was still as dim and silent as in the past 14 years.It seemed that the bright light that day was just his illusion.

But how could it be an illusion?He clearly saw it.

Ling Shuang's sword moves, is Lin Yu still alive?

Fuxuan hugged Lingshuangjian, as if it was the last thread that implicated his thin vitality.

"My lord..." Song Zhen, who was standing a little far away, looked at Fu Xuan's appearance, and it could be said that he was worried.

There was a big commotion in the Demon Palace that day, and Song Zhen guessed that something happened to Zhenjun Yuanshan.When he rushed to the main hall, he only saw Fuxuan holding Lingshuang sword like crazy, and he seemed to be muttering something, but Song Zhen couldn't hear it clearly.

He only saw that the Xuanbing coffin that Fuxuan had guarded for 14 years was empty.

It has been the third day for Fuxuan to be like this, Song Zhen secretly sighed, he was thinking of saying something to persuade Fuxuan, when he heard Fuxuan in front of him hoarsely said: "I'm going to visit Heavy Mountain School."

"What? Why?" Song Zhen was astonished.

Fuxuan has not been back to the Chongshan Sect for 14 years, and has never met anyone from the Chongshan Sect. Why is he suddenly going back now?

But Fuxuan didn't explain too much, he managed to stand up, and staggered to the outside of the hall, dazzled by the skylight outside.

"My lord?"

"I'm going now." Fu Xuan held the Lingshuang sword, and the consumption of spiritual power for several days made his face terribly pale.

"But now you..."

Song Zhen hadn't finished speaking when he saw the Fuxuan sleeved robe in front of him startled, and his figure disappeared before his eyes in the blink of an eye.

Song Zhen didn't expect Fuxuan to be so impatient, he sighed hard again, summoned a subordinate to explain some important matters very quickly, and then chased after Fuxuan.

In the demon town, the group of children laughed and went out one after another after being full of curiosity.

Lin Yu watched them run out of the yard with a smile one by one, and his lively appearance made him slightly bend his eyes.

But there was still a child standing in front of his wooden chair, staring at him with a pair of dark eyes.

"Why don't you go with them?" Lin Yu asked aloud when he noticed the child who was still staying beside him.

"Old man, have you really seen Yaozun?"

Lin Yu smiled: "Of course I have."

"Have you ever spoken to the Yaozun?"

"... said."

"I really envy you." The child held his chin and said, "I also want to see Yaozun and have a word with him."

"You like Yao Zun that much?" Lin Yu looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

"Of course! The Yaozun is unparalleled in the three realms, and his cultivation is unrivaled. With him in the demon world, those genus kings dare not make mistakes. The demon world has never been so peaceful. Naturally, I like him! Every one of us likes the Yaozun very much. !” Mentioning Fuxuan, the child’s eyes lit up.

"Old man, don't you like Yaozun?" The child couldn't help but wondered when Lin Yu asked such a question with an obvious answer.

Lin Yu was kept silent by this heart-wrenching question, and the entanglements and turmoil in the past suddenly flooded into his heart like a tide, making his eyes a little inexplicably sore.

"Old man?" Seeing that he didn't speak, the child couldn't help urging.

Lin Yu was brought back to his senses by this sentence, he looked down at the child, and his brows and eyes were full of expressions that the child could not understand.

"Like it." He replied.

"Always love it."

When the child left, Lin Yu didn't notice it. As time went by, not only did he gradually begin to lose sight and hear clearly, even his consciousness sometimes became a little trance.

The deadline is approaching.

"The weather is so nice today." Lin Yu murmured looking at the warm sun.

I really want people to live, Lin Yu closed his eyes and thought.

He wanted to take another look at Fu Xuan.

It would be nice to have another look...

In a trance, he seemed to really see Fuxuan, the man in the same white clothes as before, with the same facial features, standing in front of Lingshuang Peak's bamboo house, waiting for him to go back.

On the second day, the child was thinking about asking Lin Yu to tell him other stories, so he knocked on Lin Yu's courtyard door early in the morning.

But no one in the hospital answered.

After a long time, the child slowly opened the courtyard door.He called softly, but the usual easy-going old man did not appear.

While calling, he walked into the house.There is almost no decoration in this cold house, and there are almost four walls left in one room.

He saw something on the desk, and the child's strong curiosity made him come to the desk.What the master carefully restrained was a painting.

With a white body and gray ears, his eyes are full of spirit, and every detail is vivid, lifelike.

It's a wolf cub.

The child didn't move around, because the owner carefully restrained the painting, it must be a beloved thing, and he certainly doesn't like others to move around.

There was no one in the house.The child walked back to the courtyard, where there was only one wooden chair.

The child was about to exit the courtyard, but under the sun, something shone on the bamboo chair, which attracted his attention.

He stepped forward and picked up the object.

It's a golden bell...

But within a few breaths, before he could see it clearly, the golden bell in his palm disintegrated into dust and disappeared from his fingers.

……

Thousands of miles away, the Chongshan faction, the Changshousuo who had been silent for 14 years, suddenly let out a low sound.

On the heavy mountain, Yan Bo, who was cooking new tea for Fang Churan, suddenly raised his eyes, and half a pot of steaming tea was spilled on the stone table.

The main soul returned to its place.