Great Wilderness Snow White Song

Great wasteland.

It was snowing all over the sky, and the sky and the earth were all white.

In this snowy land, a tiny black speck slowly approached from the end of the world. He was not tall and was almost submerged in the heavy snow.The snow seemed to fall endlessly, and the figure swayed a few times before being swallowed up at last.

"Grandpa, grandpa, come and see." The child's unique crisp voice cut through the quiet snow.

The old man complained in a low voice from behind: "What's the matter, you're so flustered."

"Someone fell here, look, is he dead?" the little baby cried out in panic, brushing the snow off the person on the ground with his hands.

"This is a great wasteland, how can ordinary people come here." The old man coughed lightly, "If it was a mortal, he would die as soon as he stepped in, and he would not come here."

"He's not human, what is that?" Xiaowa asked.

"Look," the old man said persuasively, "you are already two hundred years old, all beings in the three realms should learn to distinguish."

The little baby scratched his head in distress, his hair was thin, and he was braided upside down with a red string, and the vermillion fruit on the braid dangled: "He doesn't look like a demon, could it be an immortal?"

The old man stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Immortals have immortal roots and immortal bones, and protect their bodies with Tianyuan. How can they freeze to death in the snow?"

The little baby thought for a while with his fingers: "Since he is neither a demon nor a fairy, could he be a demon?"

The old man's laughter stopped suddenly, his face froze, he pushed away his grandson, and bent down to look at the man on the ground.I saw this passer-by lying in the snow wearing an old cloak, most of his face was covered by the hood, his breath was weak, and there was no burning flames around him.

It's not a demon, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thought that it might be a wild monster with little cultivation, but when he lifted his hood, he saw a clear and handsome young face unexpectedly.

"Strange..." The old man frowned, "If it's a monster, so weak, it should have revealed its original form long ago."

"What's wrong, Grandpa," the little baby asked with a puzzled face, "Who is he?"

The old man shook his head slowly: "It's no wonder you can't see, even I can't see his origin." He raised his head, and looked at the endless snow around him, "If he is not from the Three Realms, why? It's really strange that I will come to participate in the grand meeting of the Three Realms."

Just as he was muttering to himself, the young man's eyelids moved slightly and opened a thread, his pupils were brilliant, turned slightly, and closed again lightly.

"Grandpa, he's awake!" the little baby whispered.

Seeing the brilliance in the young man's eyes, the old man became more and more suspicious, and when he was about to ask, he saw that he fell asleep again, so he couldn't help but sighed.

The little baby shook him twice, seeing that he did not wake up again, he couldn't help but anxiously said: "He seems to be dying, Grandpa, please save him quickly."

The old man frowned slightly, unlike his grandson who was indifferent to worldly affairs, he naturally knew that there were many people who could not be offended in this wilderness, if he rescued this unknown stranger at will, he was afraid that he would get into trouble, so he couldn't help but Said: "He is so weak, and we don't know his origin, we are afraid that we will be powerless to help, so let's go."

The little baby was stunned: "How can you leave him like this?"

The old man didn't want to say much, he took his grandson and left, but his hands were empty, the grandson disappeared in an instant, but the vermilion fruit on top of his head could not be hidden, and jumped a few times in front of the old man.The old man was both helpless and amused, when he was about to catch him, his jaw clenched and several silver whiskers were torn off.

The little doll regained his shape, grabbed the old man's long beard in his hand, and smiled: "Grandpa is lying, there is no one who can't be saved by grandpa. According to daddy, 3000 years ago, there was a fairy who was killed by peaches at the Peach Blossom Fair." He choked and passed away, but grandpa's ginseng whiskers saved it!" After speaking, he stuffed the silver whiskers into the mouth of the man on the ground.

The old man was so angry that his beard was shaking: "Your father knows nonsense when he is drunk all day long, and sooner or later someone will pick him up to make wine!"

Just as the grandparents and grandchildren were chattering and arguing, the boy had already woken up, his eyes were full of confusion.

The little baby jumped in front of him: "Hey, you are awake, it was my grandpa who saved you."

The young man looked at him suspiciously, then at the old man, and was dazed for a while, as if he didn't know how to answer the question.

Seeing that he was awake, the old man could only cough, put away his angry expression, smoothed his long beard, and was thinking about asking a few questions, when he saw a group of red fragrant petals wrapped in the silver white snow in front of him, flying one after another. With the bitter scent of flowers, it pierced through the ice and snow, and floated in front of the few of them.

After the petals were scattered, a graceful figure stood far away in the snow, and said to the old man coquettishly, "Old Ginseng, why have you lingered so far? Your Majesty can't wait, so he sent me to meet you."

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that a clump of crisp bamboo forests would appear out of thin air in the vast snow. There was a faint sound of music in the depths of the bamboo forest, and faint laughter could be heard.The more you go in, the more intense the fragrance of plants, trees and flowers becomes, until finally, it seems that you have entered a dense mountain forest, and your eyes are full of old vines, ancient trees, exotic flowers and plants.

Looking at the dense green shadow in front of him, the young man felt like an illusion. The green grass under his feet was entangled with his calf, making him even more unable to walk.However, the little baby, the old man, and the charming woman beside him walked briskly and disappeared in a blink of an eye.He had already gone through a long journey, and he had just been through the wind and snow. Now that he walked into such a comfortable place, he couldn't help being sleepy, and unconsciously leaned against an old tree and fell asleep.

When he was falling asleep, he heard chattering in his ears. It seemed that many people were whispering around him, and some people were gently touching his face, hands and feet. However, when he woke up, there was no one around him. A few branches fell here and there.

Just when he didn't understand, the little doll with the vermilion fruit tied on its head bounced up to him, and handed him a bend of green tender leaves: "Here, sister Mallow gave you this."

The green leaves contained a few drops of crystal-clear nectar. After the young man drank it, he felt that his eyes were much clearer and his spirit was refreshed, so he couldn't help but thank him in a low voice.

"You haven't told me yet, where did you come from, and what are you doing in the Great Wasteland?"

The young man was dazed for a long time, then shook his head lightly: "I don't know." He looked around suspiciously, "Is this the Great Wasteland?"

The little baby frowned: "You don't know where this is, and how you got here. Grandpa said that you are neither a demon, nor an immortal, nor a demon. What are you?"

The young man was stunned by his question, and looked down at himself again with empty eyes: "I don't know what I am, I don't know where I came from, I only remember that I was walking in the snow, and I can't remember anything before that. "

The little baby pursed her mouth, very dissatisfied: "How could such a thing happen, you don't want to lie to me."

Unexpectedly, there was a voice above their heads echoing like a bell: "This is something that exists in the human world, it is called the disease of leaving the soul."

Another human said: "It happened in the demon world too. In the past, the old bear spirit of Jiulu Mountain had eaten vegetarian food for 700 years in order to cultivate immortality. Who would have expected that he would be struck by lightning one day and would no longer remember the original intention of cultivating immortality. Can no longer fly."

All of a sudden, the surroundings talked about similar experiences, and the young man realized that the plants and trees around him were all living things, and the bell-like voice just now came from the big tree he was relying on.This ancient tree is quite old, and there is a huge mouth in the trunk, and there are two strands of paper hanging from the mouth, which are vaguely beards.

"It's not necessarily the disease of leaving the soul. Maybe this child was conceived and born in this great barren land." A voice spoke slowly and softly.

The young man looked down for a while, only to see that it was a withered yellow foxtail on the ground that was speaking. He was squeezed between a group of tall trees, and he still stood upright not to be outdone.

"It's nonsense again. Everyone knows that there is no grass and no life in this great barren land. How could a person pop up out of nowhere?"

The young man couldn't help being surprised when he heard this: "If there is no grass growing here, where did you come from?"

"Us? We followed the king to participate in the grand meeting of the Three Realms, and we were not born here."

The young man was even more curious: "What is the grand meeting of the Three Realms, and who is your king?"

"Our great king is King Basara, one of the Ten Demon Kings," said Goosetail Grass, straightening her waist, and then scratched her head. "As for the grand meeting of the Three Realms, it's a long story."

"That happened 1000 years ago." The old locust tree behind them took the words on their own, "At that time, the heavenly demon was born, and a fierce battle broke out between the fairy world and the demon world. Seeing that the fight was going to be endless, fortunately the ten demon kings of our demon world stepped forward and prevented this disaster."

"That's right," a little flower demon echoed, "If it wasn't for our lord, I'm afraid that this calamity will cause the world to collapse, and everything will return to chaos. It can be described as extremely dangerous."

The old locust tree said again: "After our demon world mediates this dispute, we propose that the three worlds of immortals, demons, and demons put down their fighting and sit on an equal footing. Every 500 years, a grand meeting of the three worlds will be held. Any disputes in the three worlds can be resolved at the event resolve it."

The young man was quite awed when he heard this: "So, the fairy world and the demon world obeyed the orders of the ten demon kings."

The old locust tree nodded triumphantly, and even pulled out the roots and stroked the branches and leaves.

But the little boy secretly tugged on the boy's clothes, and whispered to him: "Don't listen to their bragging, my grandpa said that the status of the demon world was still very low 1000 years ago, and those gods never took us seriously. In fact, there is nothing strange about it. For example, the grandfather of the Nine-Tailed Fox King, Cheng Huang, is only a mount for the immortals. It is not easy for us in the demon world to go to the sky on weekdays. How dare we sit on an equal footing with the fairy world? Can't tell."

The young man was stunned: "How did the ten demon kings mediate the dispute?"

"Grandpa said that the battle between immortals and demons has never been seen before. First, the Kunlun Mountains were split in two, and then Jiuxian Mountain became a piece of scorched earth. Extremely. In this catastrophe, those monster races in the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas were naturally not spared, and our king lost many subjects, so we took the risk to persuade both sides in desperation." When the little baby said this, he looked like an imitation Sighed decently, "Actually, at that time, both the fairy world and the demon world were dying, and the immortals lost almost half of them. Although the demon king in the demon world was powerful, he was also seriously injured. The ten demon kings went separately. After persuading them, they all agreed to a truce for the time being, and after arguing for two hundred years, they established the rule of equality in the Three Realms, and after that, there will be a grand meeting of the Three Realms."

After he said this, when he looked up, he saw the young man's misty eyes, looking straight out of the dense forest.The place is lush and lush, full of trees and flowers, and the original ice and snow land of the Great Wasteland can't be seen at all, but the young man's eyes vaguely reflect a piece of plain white.

"What's wrong with you?" Doll waved to him.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he stretched out his hand to cover his chest: "Strange, although I don't know why I came here, I always feel like something is calling me here."

"Here?" The little baby frowned, "This is the Great Desolation Realm, and there is nothing. The Great Desolation Realm is not in the sky above, nor in the ground below. Held here, so as not to cause disputes."

The boy nodded and praised softly: "You know a lot at such a young age."

The little boy was very proud: "I always listened to my grandpa. My grandpa knows a lot. He is the oldest ginseng tree in Changbai Mountain. He is the same age as the ginseng fruit tree in Wuzhuang Temple. We both call it ginseng. Grandpa of his ancestors."

Only then did the young man realize that the baby in front of him and the old man were both ginseng demons, and the chattering people around him were also flower demons and tree demons, so he couldn't help asking: "Then, am I also a demon like you?"

"I don't think you look like you, and grandpa also said that you are not a demon." The ginseng doll shook her head, then suddenly remembered something, and hit her fist heavily in the palm of her hand, "By the way, let me take you to meet the king, our king Very powerful, if you are a demon, he will definitely recognize you!"