Merry little roll

Thin, fair fingers lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and the first thing that fell into the human eye was the black hair that slanted to the ground.

"Brother!" The eldest lady suddenly stood up from the stands, her eyes were as huge as copper bells.

The boots stepped out and fell to the ground, and the blue robe touched the ground.Shancheng used his pale hands to cover the glare of the sun above his head, and just such a big thorn fell into everyone's eyes, his lips were bloodless.

The brass cat jumped up, Yamashiro bent down, and it got into his arms all at once.

"Father...don't come here without any problems..." Shancheng lowered his eyes, looking at the trembling father in front of him. "The top of the pagoda has no light for three years, only Guqin and brass, now it should be tall..."

In the memory of Shancheng, his father was always so calm, calmly locked him in the house as a child, calmly worshiped the empty mountain god, calmly inherited the absurd tradition, calmly deceived everyone... ...

Like a cat, the father spun lightly up to the top of the tower, and then pushed people down the tower.

When Yamashiro was very young, his father kept saying in his ear, "Oh, Yamashiro, it's terrible, you are the mountain god appointed by the cat...you are the mountain god appointed by the cat..."

Shancheng has already forgotten the appearance of the previous generation of "Sir of the Mountain God". It is scribbled, the more you draw, the more crazy it becomes.... In the end, there are only two faintly glowing cat's eyes... I don't know how many years, or decades, that person was trapped in the tower?

During those thousands of days, was he afraid of the dark room, was he afraid of his father and other people's numb beliefs, or was he worried that his "differentness" was just a pretense?

Ever since he was a child, what Shancheng hates the most is his "differentness".

He began to yearn for the world beyond the mountains.

That day, a dilapidated swordsmith came to the villa. Since he was a child, he had never seen such a good-looking person. He was wearing a black robe and leaning on a black sword. He was much taller than the tallest man in Biluo Villa. The corners of his mouth often With a smirk.He always muttered sword and sword in his mouth, as if this person was born for swords and died for swords.

"Little boy, do you want to know beyond the mountain?" The man put down the sword in his hand. "Then I will tell you... there are beauties outside the mountains, there are fine wines, there are thousands of lanterns and festoons, there are green waters and slopes, there are fishermen's music... there are... flat--sheng-xiao- -Yao, don’t worry about the Jade Emperor above, don’t worry about Luodian, the king of hell, just sing a long song, and the fish will jump to the sound of thousands of winds!”

The mountain city's longing for the outside of the mountain takes root and sprouts with the man's cadence, and grows stronger with age. He doesn't want to be a puppet, and is imprisoned in the mountain temple without emotion until The oil lamp burnt out, shaped like a skeleton.

He starts to flee.

"Father...it's too late..." There was compassion in Shancheng's eyes.

"Lord Mountain God, why did you come out...You can't come out...Master Mountain God can only sit behind the curtain and be admired by thousands of people..." Master Shan's eyes widened like goldfish, and he stretched out his hand to shake the mountain city. Pushing in, and then withdrawing his hand in fear, the yellow skin became hideous due to trembling.

The father appeared in his nightmares like a cat, and he was caught back.

"I brought him here." The man in Tsing Yi stepped forward with a calm expression on his face.

The sedan chair should have been empty.

"No... anyone who sees the mountain god should die, and all of you who see the mountain god must die!" Master Shan waved his powerful hand, spread his five fingers like an eagle, and frantically rushed around, "You should all die!"

"Father, admit it, there are many people outside the mountain! The real world is outside the Biluo Villa!"

"No, no, you are the mountain god appointed by the cat!"

The father spun to the high tower like a cat, and pushed the mountain outsiders rescued by the mountain city into hell.

"How can the Lord Mountain God abandon the villa, how can he give up everything for his own benefit...Master Mountain God, how can you?" Faint black smoke began to rise from the side of Master Shan, and a faint stench spread.

"Meow!" As if stimulated by something, the brass cat stuck its whole body on the ground, its fur all over, and a terrified whimper rolled from its throat.

The ground began to vibrate violently, and the man in Tsing Yi's eyes froze, and before everyone could react, he picked up the little devil who was leaning on him, and the two flew into the air and kept retreating.

Master Shan spit out a shriveled thing from his throat, dancing in the smelly retting water, and he himself was completely enveloped by the continuously erupting black air, and the billowing air flowed up and down.He shook his head, his hunched body suddenly fell to the ground, and he let out a sharp meow from his throat, and his body was constantly expanding, expanding...

"Ah... monster!"

The mountain people screamed and ran away, hands and feet, everyone's face was full of silent panic.

The black smoke dissipated, and a huge cat neighed towards the sky. Its eyes emitted a faint green light. Its neck was bent to a strange degree, scanning the people present one by one, and then its eyes turned into trembling vertical lines. There was another roar that was expelled from the chest cavity.

Its body stinks, and white worms are constantly rolling in its fur. The flesh and blood have already been weathered into stiff green. The huge belly hangs down with blackened intestines, and those intestines are constantly wriggling, rolling out of it. Red-black pustules.

The mountain people covered their ears and rolled out amidst the continuous collapse.

There were bursts of copper bells in the distance, and the cat corpse shook its lacquered green fur, and its whole body arched down like a tower.

Yuan Yang stood up, his eyes were serious, he was no longer idle as before, he swung his left hand, and the two wooden beads that I always held in my palm pierced through the air like sharp knives, making a sharp sound, the sound became more and more intense. Big, the wooden beads are rotating faster and faster, and they are constantly rotating in the air, rubbing hot sparks...

The man in Tsing Yi who was holding the little devil in his arms suddenly raised his eyes, his whole face lost his usual indifference like a rock cracking, he suddenly stood up, his eyes anxiously looked at the two wooden beads spinning in different directions.

Where, where the hell?

The lacquered cat's corpse roared impatiently, and it suddenly jumped into the air. The intestines hung in mid-air, passing bursts of dizzying stench.

The cat corpse started to run, pulling the ground violently with each step, like a landslide, the black-red intestines and fear continued to spread, bleeding profusely.

The vibrations and black shadows kept approaching, and the fleeing mountain people couldn't help being frightened and froze in place, watching the monster keep approaching as if under a spell, with stomach acid writhing in their stomachs...

It's over, it's over...

"Get up." Yuanyang's red clothes fluttered in the distance, whispering softly in the wind.

The wooden beads in the air shook violently and flew towards the place where the mountain people gathered, stretching out tens of thousands of vines in an instant, forming an overwhelming net with the momentum of a blazing fire, enveloping the crowd airtightly, The astonishingly sharp vines with teeth and claws were born, and they kept waving in the air, rolling up waves of earth and rocks.

The cat corpse screamed angrily, and kept hitting the dancing wooden cover with its body. After a violent bump, it raised its head and bit it fiercely with its sharp teeth. White worms tumbling venomous desires.

Yuan Yang was in awe, and suddenly found that the breath around him gradually changed, his face changed drastically, and he suddenly turned to Mo Yin behind him...

The Yaojun's body was gradually swept by a cold breath, and bright red blood continued to fall from his eyes, and slid down his neck at a strange and rapid speed. He covered his eyes, and there was a constant force deep in his body. Squeeze him.

That power shouted in his ears like a bell—"goodness", "goodness", "goodness"... Thousands of "goodness" gathered into pain that filled the sky, rushing like a flood This does not belong to his heart.

It hurts...what is good and what is evil...

"Yaojun..." Yuan Yang stretched out his hand, but because he didn't know the situation, he didn't dare to approach rashly.

"Yuanyang...Yuanyang...Xiao'er..." In Mo Yin's eyes, there was a field of ice and snow, a trembling forest, and blood all over the mountains, and in an instant, the pain finally completely covered him.

The rocks are rolling, and the lacquered cat corpse is still roaring towards the sky.

The vines danced, entangled with the festering venom.

"Father!" Shancheng fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, "Father, stop!"

The man in Tsing Yi looked in shock at Yuan Yang, who was fluttering in red in the stands, with indescribable emotions rolling in. He clenched his palms tightly, as if to tear himself apart.

Xiaoer, is it Xiaoer?

Black smoke billows, the sky weighs down the heavy emptiness, the broken chess rolls in the distance, the red flag on the top of the wall sends out the final tumbling, the eyes of the cat corpse seem to be weeping, and the faint eyes are full of resentment and despair.

The vines gradually wrapped up its body, missing ears, broken body, broken tail, wriggling intestines...it kept struggling, even if the tumbling flesh was eaten, even if the broken parts sank into endless of gravel.

It's not reconciled, not reconciled...not reconciled!

A icy air rose in the air, and the ground began to shake continuously. Yuan Yang stretched out his hand worriedly.

The mysterious sword appeared in front of Mo Yin, floating in the air, as cold and heavy as ever.

Demon Slaying Sword.

Mo Yin closed his eyes, and the boy in his memory was running towards him with overwhelming warmth.

"open."

All of a sudden—

It was ice and snow, and there was no sound.

The author has something to say:

Well, Yuan Yang's nickname came out.

I'll go over the timeline, because there will be more timelines later. (After this volume, the two protagonists play at home)

Thousands of years ago, the Happy God of War lived and died.

Yuanyang croaked to the ground 2000 years ago, practiced for 1000 years and became a fairy, then descended to a mortal world, and then returned to the fairyland for 1000 years.

In the first 500 years, I encountered the scumbag of the little prince and the mysterious "You must be" and some unspeakable things. In the next thousand years, I met the big man in women's clothes and hurt my lungs. Boil into Liu Xiahui.

As a suspense fairy tale, let me ask Da Karma

1. What is the "different" of Shancheng?

2. Who is Yuanyang's "You must be the king"?

3. Who is Xiaoyao Zhanshen?

4. Who is the sword maker who has appeared in the Soul-Sorrowing Bird and Biluo Mountain?

5. Yuanyang is really Yuanyang, is Moyin really Moyin? (Push Conan's glasses)

It doesn't matter if you don't know, just go and witness with me!

The emotional line is absolutely sweet (I can guarantee it, but I don’t want to say anything because I’m afraid of spoilers)

Tell you quietly, I am not a human...I am a Chinese pastoral dog (dog head)