Merry little roll

Shao Xiao wiped his lips, his whole mouth was hot and hot, he was in a daze, the sticky feeling of tongue and tongue still remained in his mouth, he didn't move, he didn't move, he even moved his tongue carefully.

Ping Sheng was standing opposite him, looking at him intently through his eyes, his lips seemed to be shining, Shao Xiao's heart tightened violently, and a burning cloud stabbed his face.

He could almost describe the coolness between the lips and the warmth in the mouth in his heart.

His eyes dodged again.

The night wind blows across the sandy slope, rolling down the fine sand and stones, and the soaring crows flip up and down in the air, fluttering over the treetops with their wings.The distant and faint sound of bells and drums from the bell tower echoed in my ears, passing through the sky leisurely, turning into thin frost rolling in the bushes.

The moon disk hangs in the cool night wind, smudged with blurred light, and the red catkins are floating on the branches of the mountain.

Shao Xiao felt uncomfortable all over in the silence, he held the sword in his hand tightly, almost wanting to cut through the silent night in front of him with the sword in his hand.He rolled his black eyes, and his heroic outline was outlined in the moonlight.

——In this case... thanks.

Shao Xiao opened his mouth, and the voice came straight out of his throat, turning into a heavy sentence in the night sky——

"Pooh!"

He hurriedly covered his mouth.

——Damn it, why did it come out.

Ping Sheng couldn't hold back, he was amused by someone's inconsistency, followed by the young man in Xuan Yi, who also said "Bah".

Swinging leisurely in the valley.

Shao Xiao was not convinced.

Obviously you were the first to bite my tongue. If you want to pooh, I will pooh first. Why do you hate it more than I do.It's the first time to fight with tongues, so you have to come first, first served.

For a moment, on the hillside, the two confronted each other, "呀咖咖" each other, more lively than the old hen in the back kitchen.

The quiet hills turned into chickens pecking corn, black and bright colors merged into an unspoken joy in the night, and the sadness in Shao Xiao's heart turned into an uncontrollable smile on the corner of his mouth.

- really terrible.

"You bah, bah, don't spit in my face." Ping Sheng grabbed Shao Xiao's mouth with his hands, and the farce finally stopped, "Tell me, you cultivators will always want to Is it embarrassing for a big man who slays demons and demons to be fascinated by this kind of ghost formation?"

Not to be outdone, Shao Xiao also pawed Ping Sheng's face with his hands. Hearing the word 'ghost', his heart was excited again, but fortunately, the shivering sensation of scalp numbness was gone.

"No one is afraid of anything, even you, there should be something to be afraid of! Why, the sky is big and the earth is big, you are not allowed to pick a few things to tremble!" The corner of the black boy's mouth rose into a wicked smile, The obscure memories stuck in his heart gradually faded away in the night, and the mysterious sword in his hand shone with a faint cold light.

The things lying on the ground tilted their heads, and stood there in a daze, listening to the two teenagers fighting with their mouths, with green lights in their eyes.

"crunch"

"crunch"

The heavy swing was still swaying slowly in the wind, rusting, trembling, astringent, making a monotonous harsh sound.

Shao Xiao turned around slowly, looking at the boy who was still swaying in the air, his hoarse voice muffled in his throat. "Is this kid still on the swing?" His voice was a little trembling, and he was about to reach out his hand, but after a pause, he withdrew his hand again.

Jing Ao's black hair was rippling in the air, floating into a strange arc, and his eyes were dim.

"You were on the swing with him just now." Ping Sheng leaned against Shao Xiao's back, instantly suppressing the uncontrollable trembling of the young man in Xuan Yi. "It's such a small swing, the two of you are swinging on the swing, and these old men below are standing in a row looking at you two swinging in the sky, the crowd is huge."

"You fucking..." Shao Xiao thought about the scene following Ping Sheng's words, and his tense heart was suddenly discouraged, "I'm nervous! Are you... a comedian? "He pushed his back, and found that he couldn't get rid of Ping Sheng behind him, so he gave up.

"Then let me tell you something to make you nervous." The white-haired boy narrowed his eyes, feeling the warmth close at hand. "She has been helping you push the swing. She has never let go of such a heavy swing, and has never stopped." He lowered his voice quietly.

"Her?" The boy in Xuanyi's voice began to tremble.

"Her." Ping Sheng's voice was firm.

"Is she a ghost...... Is she still there now? What does it mean when she grows up? Does she eat people's eyeballs, does she suck people's yang energy? She can cut people with her nails Pull out the gut juice from your belly?" Shao Xiao thought of the demons in his dull childhood, the curse that entangled his fragile throat and haunted every breath in his nightmare.

There is something in this world called ghosts.They are the result of those resentful spirits who have no place to return. They don't have emotions like humans, they don't have the freedom and willfulness like demons, they don't have such persistent desires like demons, and they don't have the perfection like immortals. Pure—their hearts and lungs are black, their chests are oozing pus, and their eyes are rolling!They will gouge out your eyeballs, they will suck your breath away, they will teach you not to think about eating and drinking all day long, and keep decadent until you are dying.As long as a person is approached by a ghost, he will turn into a ghost, his body will be covered with worms, and pus will flow out of his eyes!

In the darkness at that time, there was no deep sea and sunlight above his head, and there was no light. He uttered a desperate cry amidst the clamor of "dong dong" and the lingering lingering of his fingernails scratching the wooden board.Looking back now, the last thing I saw that day still made my stomach tumbling, and my intestines were burning and scalding.

"Who did you listen to?" Ping Sheng listened quietly to the thoughts in the young man's mind, "I just saw your memory in the illusion, although I didn't see the end." He suddenly pulled out the sword in the young man's hand, Looking at it quietly under the moonlight, the light and dark flicker in the eyes. "Let's make a deal."

"trade?"

"I will untie your knot, and you will be my apprentice."

"Apprentice?" Shao Xiao thought he heard it wrong, and muttered, "You mean apprentice, not grandson?"

"Almost, I don't mind if you want to be my grandson." Ping Sheng raised his eyebrows, "Let me tell you first, I am older than your grandfather."

"But you're so childish, you're not as mature as the chef Ah Huang...you're far away." Shao Xiao drew back his sword, twirled it half a circle around his palm, and inserted it back into the scabbard, his brows and eyes bright , "I can't solve the knot in my heart, how can you help me solve it? Besides, why do you want to be my master?"

In this world, apprentices seek teachers from far away, so where is the reason for teachers to seek apprentices?

Ping Sheng didn't answer, but turned to look at the swaying swing in the sky, raised the corners of his lips, "Do you want to see, there is not only a female ghost here, but also a few childish ghosts, they are right beside you, pulling with your sword."

"Go..." Shao Xiao was shocked, and immediately raised his sword and leaned towards Ping Sheng, "Ping Sheng, don't be scary! People are scary, scaring to death! Do you know that!"

"Do you want to see them?" Ping Sheng's eyes were bright and dark, Ruquan's voice cautiously lured the young man into the chess game. "Look at those so-called 'ghosts' that make you think about it day and night, look at the ghosts that can swallow people's souls in your heart, and look at the ghosts that make you unable to hold the sword tightly?"

Shao Xiao froze in place, memories spread, twirled, and entwined in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.

The wooden boards scratched by fingernails, the iron door knocked, the dead weasel floating in the stinky gutter, the stinking skin and bones in the straw mat, and the rattling throat.

"I want to see." The black hem was blown by the night wind, and the boy's eyes became more determined, "I want to see."

What is frightening is never ghosts, not the nails that cut the stomach in dreams, not the crows crowing in the sky, not the dirty corpses in the straw mats, but the hearts of the people.

The human heart that is entangled in fear and pain, the human heart that lashes out at the door and drags him into the endless abyss.

"That's what you said." The jade-colored white hair was hanging in the wind, and the moonlight was shining in Ping Sheng's light blue eyes. "That's what you said." There seemed to be a smile on his lips.

A thin layer of ice climbed up the back of Ping Sheng's hand, and he slowly raised his hand, the "creaking" ice cubes shone coldly in his palm, and gradually took shape.

There was a burst of cold air, and the ice sword shot out through the air, Ping Sheng stretched out his hand, holding the cold ice sword.

A gust of wind suddenly blew around, whizzing across the entire hillside, rolling up the red catkins on the treetops and flying leaves spinning in the air, overflowing with sand and stones, and crows fled in the gust of wind.

The robe was blown up, and there was a fluttering sound of brocade rubbing in the wind, expanding and setting off.The waterfall-like black hair was blown up in the wind, Shao Xiao was fascinated by the blown sand, and stretched out his hands to cover his eyes.

"Shao Xiao, I'll show you."

Ping Sheng pulled out the ice sword, a horn sounded in the sky, and the cold and clear sword pierced into the center of the earth.

At first, there was just deathly silence.

Then, the ice sword began to vibrate continuously, shining a cold light in the dark night.Ping Sheng's eyes were frozen like ice water, his white hair fell down, and the ice spread to his whole body, forming thin ice edges.

He let out a soft icy breath from his lips.

"boom!"

The mountains and rivers on the flat ground turned, and in an instant, icicles grew out of thin air from the seam where the ice sword was inserted into the center of the earth.Faster and faster, faster and faster...

The frozen ground covered the hillside with ice, and the clouds in the sky rolled, and the cool wind began to pierce the bone marrow. Gradually, snowflakes flew down all over the sky.

Shao Xiao raised his head, and the snowflakes falling slowly fell on his body, and then instantly melted on the black clothes, turning into a thin layer of ice.The bottom of the feet is a layer of ice that is far from visible.

As if, this world is originally wrapped in silver, icy and snowy.

It is like the snow rolling in the air, floating in the world for thousands or thousands of years, and it has been scattered in the mighty space without stopping.

The vastness of the universe is all white, and the mountains and rivers are covered with ice.

Ping Sheng turned to Shao Xiao in the fluttering wind, and stretched out his frosty hand.

"Xiaoyao, give me your hand."

The author has something to say:

How did you get on it? (The little dog lay down and scratched his head)