Merry little roll

As the saying goes: "It's really unexpected that a hot bean emerges from the cold ashes." The rocks on this cliff are still rolling down, and just now their senior brother was trying to eat people like a Yama ghost. nowadays--

The young man was originally tall, with long legs and long arms, but now he suddenly hit Yuan Yang's arms like a ball - his head was covered in a monsoon, he didn't even lift his head, the whole body hung on him, his body Still trembling.

"Xiao'er, Xiao'er, you can be regarded as coming back... It's good to be back, it's good to be back! Brother will not scold you casually in the future, and let you drink the wine and use the sword. Never leave again!"

The surrounding disciples felt numb all over, and exchanged glances, wondering if this senior brother had been taken away by someone.Take a closer look - it's incredible, their senior Yan Luo Wang actually has a smile on his face, that smile is like white sugar mixed with honey - sweeter and sweeter.

Is this still the majestic Big Brother Yama!Where is this beet!

Yuan Yang was about the same stature as a young man, he was suffocated by this big pendant that suddenly rushed up, and he was terribly bored.

"This brother, you..."

"Come down." Behind Yuanyang, Mo Yin shouted coldly, exuding a chill.

"Yo, it's Boss Pingsheng, you're back too, what a double blessing... You must have brought Shao Xiao back, it's really not easy!" Just raised his head, the whole person was still hanging in Yuanyang. There was a foolish smile on his face, "Why did you change your shape? Did something happen to you... It's okay. Since Shao Xiao came back safely, we will not treat you badly, his master." Leh!"

Yuan Yang's eyes showed hesitation, "Did you admit the wrong person..." His fingers trembled slightly.

"You guys, what are you doing with the sticks! Your brother Shao Xiao is back, hurry up and prepare the room for me, and dry the meat with the sticks there!" Jing Ao raised his head, hugged Yuan Yang and looked viciously at Dai Li, who was standing still. to disciples. "Do you have any opinion on me!"

Jing Ao opened his mouth and bit his teeth hard, Yuan Yang felt like a vicious dog was hanging on his shoulder.

"No, no, no!!"

The disciples present shook their heads, waved their hands, and turned around immediately, as if they had won the sword of Shang Fang, with the wind blowing from the soles of their feet, they rushed straight back to the villa.

"Are you admitting your mistake..."

Before Yuan Yang finished speaking, Jing Ao's vicious dog jumped up suddenly, his face immediately turned cloudy, and he spit out sugar grains from his mouth. "Let's go back with senior brother. If you don't get drunk today, you won't return. He will definitely make him muddy!"

"Are you admitting your mistake..."

Mo Yin's cold hands instantly grabbed Yuan Yang's hand and pulled it in his direction.

Yuan Yang froze for a moment, and sighed in his heart—this ambiguity, combined with his conflicting words today, made him unable to complete a sentence.

The vicious dog Jing Ao looked up at the intersecting hands of the two, sighed in his heart, and kept doing nothing, directly training the two into a string and yanking them towards him.

"Xiao'er!"

Yuan Yang turned his head.

"I'm not calling you, I'm calling it!"

A red-crowned crane fluttered out of the five miles of cloud and mist. With a whirl of wind and sand, it swooped straight down and brought the three of them into the air.

It turned around in the air and turned up and down happily. The wind in the dog days was stirred westward and eastward for a while.

Jing Ao grabbed Yuan Yang's hand, stretched out his arms excitedly, and shouted vigorously in the wind, "Ah-ah-!"

Yuan Yang was kind in his heart, looking at the howling dog in front of him, he didn't let go.This kid is big and big with red lips and white teeth. He has a bad temper like a king of hell at one moment, and eats a honey pot obediently at another moment. He is a strange person.

In the blink of an eye, the morning mist in the west broke open, revealing the light of clouds.

Three people and one crane fell into the clouds and mist for five miles, and flew to the depths of the continuous mountains.

"Eat eggs." The vicious dog with red lips and white teeth rushed out of the back kitchen, dangling with a basket of eggs in his hand.

"This egg..." Yuan Yang just opened his mouth when Jing Ao dragged him from Mo Yin's side.

"I know you like to eat eggs, but I didn't clean up one of the chicken sheds in the backyard for you. I'm afraid you will come back one day. These are the eggs I just picked up. They must be fresh!"

After a while, four steaming bowls of eggs were served, with chopped green onions floating on top of the oily water.The bowl of sugar in front of Yuan Yang was filled with a lot of sugar. He looked at the expectant eyes of the vicious dog, picked up one and took a bite. It was sweet, fragrant, and a bit hot, and it was slippery in his mouth.

It's hard work.

After Jing Ao hula hula finished eating the frangipane, he picked up a brocade bag from the bluestone table, rummaged through it, and finally found a paper bag, which he carefully placed in Yuan Yang's hand.

Yuan Yang squeezed the paper package in his hands. The scripture-sized thing was heavy and hard; the paper of the package was a little yellow and wrinkled with moisture. He carefully tore off the layer of paper on the surface, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows : It turned out to be a stack of broken swords. "Ah." He almost cried out, but in the end he didn't make a sound, just opened his mouth.

There was blood on the broken sword, and the smell of the blood was very familiar—it wasn't anyone else, but himself!

But...whether it is this Xiaoyao Jianzong, this big man with red lips and white teeth, this broken sword, this fragrant egg flower...he has no impression at all.

The pain climbed up and hit Yuan Yang's head directly, and his breathing became short of breath.

"Why... you all remember, I am the only one who doesn't know anything?"

Yuan Yang couldn't figure it out, he was just a run-down monk who had broken through the sky and went to the fairyland by chance, how could he become the Shao Xiao they called, the soul attached to the broken sword.

"Of course you don't know, and you don't know where you crushed your body. You don't have a golden core, your soul is patchwork, you don't even have a heart, and you have no spiritual power. It's just dilapidated!"

They were talking, "Bang, bang, bang", "crack, crackle", suddenly there was a firecracker outside the door, and the disciples gathered around to watch outside, clamoring and jubilant.

"How about it..." Jing Ao stood up, pushed open the window in the house, let the fireworks get in completely, and the room suddenly ignited a burst of excitement, "I specially asked them to prepare it! "

Yuan Yang raised his eyes, his head was not happy at first, but when he saw a few old hens running around in the yard behind the firecrackers, his head hurt even more.

"What is the relationship between me and Xiaoyao Jianzong?"

"The relationship between you and the sect... is like the leader of a group of dragons boiling above the clouds. If the group of dragons has no leader, it can only become a beach of loose sand; or the gang of fishing nets in the water. Which one has you seen without a gang?" The fishing net can catch fish, but all of them can only be broken and floating in the river. Xiao'er is the leader of my Xiaoyao Jianzong's clothes, without the leader, this clothes is just a fake decoration."

"Speak well."

"Let me ask you, do you want to remember it!" Jing Ao's voice overwhelmed the firecrackers, pressing directly on Yuanyang's heart.

"Of course I want to."

The old hen in the yard clucked and twisted its buttocks outside the door, step by step, really coquettish.

"Really?" Jing Ao took another step in his direction.

"Really." In Yuan Yang's head, for a while, there is a demon king with white gauze, for a while, there are pear blossoms blooming in the reincarnation, for a while, there is a broken soul bird, and for a while, there is the cry of the blue cat... ...

He whispered, "Really."

The taste of the marionette is not good.

"That's what you said." Jing Ao's complexion gradually calmed down, and he rarely became serious. He walked towards Yuanyang step by step, and clasped his arms firmly with his hands like eagle claws.

"Shao Xiao, that's what you said." The firecrackers outside were still noisy, and Jing Ao's voice actually trembled.

Yuan Yang's expression froze, and he stared wide-eyed as the face in front of him approached bit by bit, gradually zooming in and out...

Mo Yin's expression darkened.

Frost climbed all over the room, the thin ice broke through the door, and suddenly flew out of the house, freezing the fireworks floating in the sky, and there was a moment of silence again.

Jing Ao suddenly imprinted his mouth on Yuan Yang's half-open mouth, and Yuan Yang's expression flashed with embarrassment. He wanted to push it away, but found that the boy's feet seemed to be rooted in the ground, unable to move at all.

There was constant heat blowing into Yuan Yang's mouth, warmly pouring into his chest, in a blur, a smooth ball rolled into his mouth, rolled into his throat, and spun up and down towards him. Deep into his body, carrying a strong airflow.

The hot tide hit Yuanyang's body from bottom to top, and three fiery red clouds rose from his face. Beads of sweat continued to seep from the back of his neck. It was as if someone inside his body had set fire to his internal organs, causing pain desire.

Desire - he really felt that something called desire was rising, strange yet familiar.

Greed, hatred, ignorance... and memories that keep going up.

Yuan Yang walked slowly towards a mirror amidst the clouds of fire. On the other side of the mirror was a cloudless and magnificent scene, but on the other side of the mirror was a raging flame.

On the other side, he was dressed in red, with perplexity in his eyes, and the fire gradually climbed up to his ankles, trying to engulf him.

The young man at the other end, wearing black clothes and black sword, had a smirk on his lips, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time, flaunting his will in the wind.

The fire started a prairie fire, and the man in red sank into the sea of ​​flames, falling continuously until he was wrapped in screaming desire.

The boy in black smashed the mirror and reached out to the man in red.

In the next moment, the two sank into the endless sea of ​​ice.

The flamboyant red robe swelled and blended with the swaying black in the water, bobbing up and down in the dark deep sea together.

Ups and downs, ups and downs... Ups and downs to the unknown depths of memory.

Shao Xiao opened his eyes.

A sharp cry came from a distance, and the wind lifted the black robe—as if it could last forever.

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