Merry little roll

"Kill him, kill him..."

Huge birds swooped down from the roof, spun people's heads, and bit off the sinful testicles.

The soul-sorrowing bird screamed sharply.

Guan Ye offered his head and filth as a sacrifice, but he still couldn't get rid of the torment day and night. Is the sentence "Kill him, kill him..." Is it Yue's curse on the man in yellow robe, or is it a curse to the man in yellow? The spurning of his life?

Guan Ye summoned the soul-scaring bird, the orchid grass, and the people who were involved with each other. He longed for a sacrifice once and for all, which could free him from endless entanglements and nightmares.

"What do I have to do so you can let me go, Yue?"

Guan Ye was paralyzed on the ice, his voice trembling, he thought of the smiling boy, striding out of the wooden door, waving the wooden sword, purposely trying to provoke the officers and soldiers who surrounded him.

Mingmingyue can tell everything.

Obviously he can stand up and stop everything.

Cowardice and fear became the strongest shackles, imprisoning the then young Guan Ye. He stood behind the wooden door, just as he stood outside the attic two years ago, only trembling.

"Boom."

The officers and soldiers roared.

Yue Gaoda's body collapsed to the ground, and the wooden sword in his hand fell to the ground. The blood mottled on the surface, and continued to spread downward along the gap, spreading... turning into red lines, wrapping around Guan Ye's neck, dragging Catch his pale big and small eyes.

From that moment—from Yue's eyes being soaked in blood, from the wooden sword being thrown on the dusty ground, from the stench of blood rising from the dusty house, from the moon and night.

Evil desires are mottled, and blood is splashed on the wooden sword.

"Let me go, let me go..." Guan Ye buried his head on the ice and murmured.Snowflakes were falling freely, his hair and eyebrows were already covered with snowdrops, and white mist sprayed out from his mouth.

"Let me go, let me go..."

"Brother." Pang Cimei stepped on the ice and walked slowly towards Guan Ye.

"Let me go, let me go..."

"Brother." The fat and kind eyebrows were shrouded in a swaying and warm light. After the light dissipated, a tall and straight young man appeared in front of everyone.The blue hair hangs down, the face is still peaceful and gentle, and there seems to be a smile on the corner of the mouth.

"Let me go, let me go..."

"Brother, brother."

The astrolabe in Yuan Yang's hand flickered with the movement of Mr. Pian Pian.

This sentence, brother, is gently mixed with decades of longing, containing endless tenderness and helplessness.He waited for one person in the Cao Mansion of the Underworld, and waited for another person to cross.Now ten years have passed, but he is only waiting for the news that the man messed up the horoscope of the Son of Heaven, was obsessed with obsession and became obsessed.

"Brother, wake up."

The soul-sorrowing bird wrapped its trembling soul, its big and small eyes rotated in the gaps, and Guan Ye, who was frozen on the ice, slowly opened his eyes, and a gap slowly opened in his dark heart.

He suddenly remembered the first time that child grabbed his arm and called him "brother"

From childhood to adulthood, Yue has been a genius who is one of the best.

He was vaguely aware of his life experience, and he seldom kept company with others. He only liked to sit quietly in the house and paint.

At that time, he was not that close to Guan Ye, and even a little repulsive.Ye has never heard him call himself "brother".

The painters in the palace were sent to paint for the princes and nobles, and Yue followed behind to observe, almost never leaving.

Later, Yue Jing took the artist's tools and drew a painting for the father, which was so lifelike, that the father was dumbfounded and wondered when he entered the painting.

The court painter was astounded as a man of heaven. With his publicity, gradually the whole Xunyang City knew that there was a young genius in the palace.

On that Dragon Boat Festival, they went to Concubine Southwest's grandmother's house to celebrate her birthday.

Yue's painting was placed in the most eye-catching center of the banquet.

It is a picture of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. The posture of each immortal returning home by the wind is painted in a wanton and unrestrained manner, and the cold breath of birth almost overflows the canvas.

Standing in front of the painting, Ye opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.

The ocean waves take up a lot of space for painting. The nightclub feels that the sea created by Yue is quite different from other painters. It is not pure blue with rough waves. He can also see the mist rolled up by the waves and the paleness at the moment when the water rolls up. , Splashing waves... After watching for a long time, I feel as if I am about to fall into the vast sea.The eight celestial beings became the secondary part of the picture, their silhouettes were engulfed in the mist, and their lifted robes were vaguely fluttering in the wind.Everyone is looking in the same direction, and a little thick ink seeps into the hazy tones, giving them a firm and unrestrained sense of detachment, which makes people wonder whether they are looking at the prosperous sea or thinking about the dawn.

Ye saw Gu Xianzhi's 11-year-old landscape paintings. Although they are excellent, they don't have Yue's aloof courage and astonishing ingenuity.What's more, the moon is still in the year of hanging the bun.

The banquet started, and Yue showed a shy smile in front of everyone's praise.

At that time, Yue seldom showed a smile, Ye saw that the child was finally happy, and she also became happy.

After drinking for three rounds, everyone at the banquet stood up and said their congratulations. This time, it was Princess Huai'an who stood up.

The woman was wearing heavy makeup, and the gold and silver ornaments on her head were crumbling. She held up her wine glass and let out a shrill cry: "Look at that painting, the little prince is really a genius who is one in a million."

The father pulled the young Yue to stand up, and said straightly: "Where, where."

The woman showed a weird smile, and Ye's temples were throbbing. He stared at the woman with an ominous feeling in his heart.

"It's still thanks to his biological father... Oh, don't worry about it, my lord, I'm not talking about you." The woman covered her mouth and laughed.

"Your other child will definitely not be able to make such a picture!"

Whispers seeped into the crowd, spreading like a plague.Several aristocratic female family members whispered to each other and stared at the two children next to the prince, and gave strange smiles of unknown meaning.

Yue's face turned pale.

Princess Huai'an was unyielding, she raised her fingernails and pointed at Ye and Yue.

"Look, these two children are not alike at all!"

The young Yue lowered her head on the seat, trembling in the eyes of everyone.

Ye recalled that the tiny smile that Yue had finally shown was fleeting, and she couldn't help clenching her fists, the blood kept rolling, and blue veins burst out on her head.

Hearing that Princess Huai'an wanted to let her child enter Gu Xianzhi's palace, but after being rejected, she turned her resentment on Yue.

With a "stab", the wooden chair made a sharp friction sound on the floor.

Everyone's eyes turned to Guan Ye who stood up suddenly.

"It's none of your business whether we look like you or not." Ye pushed away the wooden chair and approached the woman step by step.

The princess was intimidated by the young boy, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, but still flaunted her contemptuously: "At first, it didn't look like..."

Before the word 'like' was pronounced, a pool of wine was suddenly splashed on her face.

There was an uproar of surprise from the crowd.

The concubine let out a short scream, and accidentally fell to the ground, her pearls and hairpins were scattered, and her robe was tangled up under her feet.

"Since all relatives must be similar," Ye held his wine glass and poured the rest of the wine on the princess's head without hesitation. "The princess, your son, must look very much like a pig."

The messy strands of hair were dripping with wine.

Night feigned surprise. "Yeah, pig...wet..."

The wine glasses were thrown on the ground, making a crisp collision sound, and the crowd roared with laughter.

Ye turned her head and looked for that face in the crowd.

fortunately.He breathed a sigh of relief.Yue found his smile again.

On the way back from the banquet, Ye got the first sentence "brother" in his life, and was happy for several months.

Who would have thought that there would be a day when he would worry that he would be dragged into the Avici Hell by the sound of "brother" even when he was going to bed at night, and would always wake up from dreams, and would suffer from chronic headaches all day long.

The snow fell harder and harder, and the fine hailstones fell on the board of the ship, making a rustling sound.

"Brother." Yue slowly bent down, squatted on the ground, and looked at Guan Ye who was sitting on the ice.

Guan Ye opened his blurry eyes, what was in front of him was no longer the flying dark birds and beasts, but the figure of a handsome young man, he didn't understand, did he die, did he go to the underworld?Why is there a smiling face of the moon in front of my eyes?

He stretched out his hand and tightly grasped the figure in front of him.

"Am I dreaming, but why are you laughing? Didn't you come to kill me? Don't you hate me?"

"Never."

"Don't you hate me and want to drag me into hell?"

"Never."

"Don't you blame me for living, laughing at my cowardice?"

"Never."

The two asked and answered, and the middle-aged official was like a child, with muddy tears flowing out drop by drop.Yue just looked at him quietly, covered the back of Guan Ye's trembling hand with her hand, and gently replied to every word of pain from Guan Ye.

Yue's palm patted the back of Ye's hand lightly, just like how gently Ye silently guarded Yue when she was young.

A similar question and answer was also carried out on the carriage more than ten years ago.That time, it was Ye Dua Yue's reply.

"Are we brothers?" Moon asked.

"Yes."

"The closest person in the world!"

"Yes."

"You will not leave me, brother."

"Yes."

The astrolabe around Yuan Yang's waist kept flickering, and he watched the pair of brothers who were separated by Yin and Yang leaning on each other, silently.The miasma around Guan Ye gradually receded under Yue's comfort, and he seemed much more awake.

But it's the limit.

Yuan Yang followed Mo Yin's gaze and raised his head, and found that the ice on the surface of the soul-stricken giant bird in the sky was already in a state of cracking, and pieces of hailstones were falling down, hitting the hull of the ship, making a "thunderbolt, clatter!" "The sound.

Guan Ye clutched his stomach, the familiar feeling of vomiting reappeared, he bent down, propped his hands on the ground and let out a violent cough.

The last bird carcass, the last evil thought, was spit out.

Guan Ye looked at Niao Ke, but seeing his pale face, he couldn't help laughing.

"Hahaha...hahaha..." Smiling, his face froze, his brows curved into a desolate and self-deprecating arc, "It turns out that the thing I've been afraid of for ten years is actually myself."

Every low curse in the nightmare is nothing but his own imagination.

The last bird opened its beak.

"The soul-sorrowing bird hurts the soul, and the blood stains the face. In Xiaguanye, the son of the prince, Yue died for me, so he felt resentful and wanted to atone for his sin by killing people." Behind Guanye, An illusory scene also emerged, in which the young man suddenly spilled the wine glass and used his thin body to protect Yue behind him.As soon as the picture turned, the grown-up boy was leaning against the pavilion, with a smile on his face, quietly looking at the sword-wielding figure in the pavilion.

Guan Ye's eyes gradually became clear, he raised his head, slowly opened his eyes wide, and said without beginning and end: "I think, I know why the father carved the word 'Xiaoyao' on the wooden sword. "

The word "Xiaoyao" of the old prince is a blessing to the two brothers.Bless them to get rid of the barriers of blood, get rid of the imprisonment of resentment and the interference of gossip, and the two brothers can truly enjoy this life.

"Unfortunately, I was wrong."

Yuan Yang stood where he was, picked up the wooden sword he took out from the official's room, and looked at the two strong characters with his eyes.

The pale human face struggled weakly on the ground, the small black wings gradually stopped waving, the white air evaporated, and the human face and bird body turned into black water, dripping viscously into the cracks in the wooden boards.

"Yue, say that sentence again."

Waves finally appeared in Yue's calm eyes, and he tried to reach out his hand to catch Ye who was smiling relievedly in front of him, but in the next instant, his hand pierced through nothingness.

Ye's body gradually twisted and shrunk until it turned into a soul-stricken bird with big and small eyes.

It flapped its wings and made a "cuckoo" sound, as if urging the moon.

Guan Yue half-opened her mouth, regret slipped from her eyes.

"I just want my brother, that's all."

The snow in the sky is getting bigger and bigger.

As these words fell, the soul-sorrowing bird fluttered its wings and flew up like an arrow off the string.It hovered in the air, swooped down to the wooden sword in Yuan Yang's hand, and rubbed a shallow mark on it with its claws.

"Cuckoo, cluck."

It took one last look at Yue who was crouching on the ground, then turned to fly to the sky.

The night flutters its wings and flies to the snowy sky. Even if it is daytime, it will keep circling, circling... until the new moon rises at night, embellishing the dark night sky.

"boom."

The huge sacred bird frozen in the sky suddenly shook violently, and large pieces of debris fell, causing bursts of ice mist to rise.The giant bird shattered and turned into countless dark soul-sorrowing birds.

A hundred birds contend.

Everyone looked to the sky.

A large flock of soul-sorrowing birds appeared like a black curtain that suddenly appeared in the sky, covering the dark red clouds. Their flapping sound was like a storm, causing dizzy calls in everyone's eardrums.Countless dark gray beaks, countless blue pupils, they cut through the air and rushed towards the sky at high speed.

"No, no!"

The short boss who was squatting on the ground suddenly jumped up and ran like a madman to the place where the soul-stricken bird flew away. He shouted loudly and jumped comically on the ice that was about to shatter.

Zhang Futian stretched out his hand, wanting to grab him, but only caught a corner of his robe.

Tian Sanqing was running and jumping, the eyeballs of his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and the veins on his neck stood out prominently.As far as he is concerned, it is not the soul-scaring bird flying all over the sky, but flying copper coins one after another.

Run further, run further...

In front of Tian Sanqing was a thin layer of ice, under which the turbulent sea water was ready to go.But he didn't hesitate at all, he just walked with big strides, regardless of the ice layer that was breaking under his feet.

In the eyes of everyone, he gradually turned into a small black spot, slipped away from the ice layer of the ship, and flew towards the unreachable sky.

Finally, Tian Sanqing staggered and fell into an ice cave unavoidably.

He didn't struggle.

The icy sea water poured into his body violently, dragging him into the bottomless abyss. His eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were filled with choking coldness. float in.

In a daze, he went back to that moldy water tank, back to that muddy ground.

After punching and kicking violently like a storm, the ugly boy curled up in the muddy water, his eyes were numb, and tears overflowing from the pain slowly flowed out.Moss was sticking to his face, and stinking copper coins were scattered around him.

With pain all over his body, the young man struggled to prop up his arms, and carefully picked up the copper coins on the ground one by one.

Dragging his lame leg, he staggered slowly on the muddy ground, leaving two long marks.

On the way back, the people in the market avoided him, they covered their noses and made a detour while he still shuffled forward.

His stomach was rumbling, and he would use these copper coins to buy a meal to fill the pangs of hunger.

He stopped.

On the street, a child as dirty as him, who couldn't tell the difference between male and female, was nestling in a corner and shivering.It may be hungry, it may be sick, the thin body as thin as a leaf is panting weakly.

The little thing was looking at him with a faint light.

The ugly boy smiled stiffly, his face covered in mud became even uglier.

He stepped forward, and the little thing shrank towards the corner in fear.

"Whoa."

All the copper coins fell on the cardboard in front of the little thing, one by one, making a pleasant sound.

The ugly boy's stomach groaned again, "What's your name." His voice was hoarse due to choking on the moldy water, and there was a burning pain in his throat when he spoke.

"I don't have a name." The little thing tightly gripped the copper coins on the cardboard.

"Then I'll call you Lancao."

After the boy finished speaking, he shuffled away from the cardboard.

He is a person in the mud, and his body stinks, but he likes the scent of bluegrass, which is faint, as if it can wash away all filth.

Copper coins, gone.

The boy regained his numb expression, and his abdomen felt like a burning pain.

Tian Sanqing was struggling in the sea water, strands of light red blood had overflowed from the seven orifices, spreading outward like the branches of orchid grass, spreading...to the invisible deep seabed.

When the wind blew, Yuanyang's vermilion robe fluttered in the sky and snow, as eye-catching as an extremely beautiful demon flower.

He took the sword in his hand and said to the distant birdsong, "The dead rest in peace."

The snow has stopped, the sun shines on the deck, and the ice gradually melts, turning into limp water.

The Moyin God Lord behind him returned to his original appearance, the Xuanjian was put away, and the veil was put on his face again.

"I've met the two gods." Yue stepped forward and bowed to the two of Yuanyang.

"You are..." Yuan Yang turned his head and looked carefully at Yue Zhou's aura, "Ghost messenger?"

"Yes." Yue smiled, "Shenjun seems to be looking for someone?"

Yuan Yang picked up the astrolabe in his hand, the gilded dot was still flickering, but it was not as flickering as Yuan Yang expected.

Yue is the reincarnated soul, but not the God of War.

"Shenjun, can you return this wooden sword?"

"Of course." Yuan Yang handed the wooden sword back to Yue.

"By the way." Yue rubbed the wood in her hand, and rubbed the two words in her palm, "I don't know who the two gods are looking for, but when the father gave this sword, he told me and Ye, this sword was given to him by a swordsman."

"swordsman?"

"Yes, a swordsman in the comprehension world, or in other words, a swordsman."

"What kind of sword repair?"

"I don't know the rest, I only know that he is a sword cultivator who believes in Xiaoyaozong."

As soon as the word 'Xiaoyaozong' came out, it struck Yuan Yang's heart like a thunderbolt.The ancient God of War, Xiaoyao, is not the ancestor of the Xiaoyao Sect in the world!It's just that the age is really long, and the impression left by the God of War to everyone in Wonderland is so illusory that only the blurred pictures in "Ancient Strange Tales" remain.

Unexpectedly, there is also a sword cultivator who believes in Xiaoyao.

Yuan Yang turned to the Yaojun, and through the veil, he seemed to be able to feel the same inner fluctuations as his own.

"You two gods, the time is up, let's not pass it here." Yue Yang raised the wooden sword in his hand and waved at Yuan Yang and the others from a distance.

The wind in the sky gradually warmed up, blowing on people's faces very tenderly.

The servants on the deck gradually woke up, they didn't know what happened, they just shook their heads, and hurriedly helped the masters who had fallen to the ground, and sent them back to the cabin.

"Slow down, slow down."

Yue walked on the unmelted ice, holding a sword, his body gradually thinned, and turned into flocculent fragments as he walked.

He took one last look at the distant sky.

Cloudless.

In the distance, there seems to be the chirping of night...