Merry little roll

Yuan Yang was up and down in the endless darkness, surrounded by a group of noisy sounds, as if bumping from the deep sea.

When he opened his eyes, he was completely awake with a frightened face.

"Fu Yuan, it's early in the morning, don't come out to scare people." Yuan Yang pushed away the pancake face that was so close in front of him, and sat up from the bed.

He propped up his sore body, slowly raised up, the cloth straps on his shoulders slipped off slowly, and the black hair fell down, he suddenly turned to Fu Yuan and asked, "Where is my mask?"

Fu Yuan tremblingly picked up the copper-golden mask on the wooden table, Yuan Yang inserted it into his palm, and held it tightly until the coldness was completely absorbed into his hot palm.

"Master..." Fu Yuan looked at Yuan Yang in front of him slowly putting on the red clothes, feeling sore in his heart, "Master, he already..."

"Fu Yuan." Yuan Yang lowered his eyes.

Fu Yuan choked up and froze, "Yes."

"Let me ask you, what kind of person is Zhanshen Xiaoyao in your heart?"

"Exchanging souls and souls for thousands of years of worry-free living in the world is a great way; using bronze to suppress the Nine Desolation Plains is a great benevolence."

"Then let me ask you, what kind of person do you think your master is?"

"Thousands of years ago, wanton publicity and disregard of world affairs were romantic; a thousand years later, resolutely not believing rumors for thousands of years is uninhibited."

The smile on the corners of Yuanyang's lips was drawn upwards, and the corners of his eyes were somewhat helpless, "But I am not righteous and kind, and I can barely be considered a romantic."

He leaned on his sword and got off the bed.

Pushing open the door, mist came with the wind.

"Master, where are you going, will you come back?" Fu Yuan bit his lower lip, and the two cranes outside the window were chirping.

"That day..." Yuan Yang turned around, Fu Yuan's eyes were scalded by the scarlet robe, "In the formation that day, I left a reincarnation."

"Master!" Fuyuan stared wide-eyed, "Then what if Ruuo Jin Gu escaped? Wouldn't it be another chaos!"

"I'm betting." The smile on Yuan Yang's lips didn't diminish.

"What are you gambling?"

"I'm betting that the one who got out of reincarnation is Shizun, not Gu Gu."

With the wind whistling and the red clothes fluttering, Yuan Yang Youyou raised the sword in his hand, turned around, and walked away like this, "After I leave, you will treat Xianjun Simu well."

"Master!" Fu Yuan finally roared, but the man in red didn't look back.

"Let's just say goodbye. I and Tianjing are the most benevolent and righteous. If there is still a destiny, we will see you again." The figure of the man in red gradually disappeared in the mist, until it turned into a nothingness, as if it had never appeared.

As if, in this world, there is no such thing as the God of War, such as Yuan Yang in red, and nothing that sings about life, let alone eternal life.

Leisurely, another millennium.

The strings and bamboos are bursting, the accent is soft, the streets are full of colorful lights, the voices are loud and bustling, the children look up, the night sky comes into view, and they look excitedly at the stars in the sky.

"Continue." The man in red looked around in the crowd, slouching and swaying, like a stroll in the courtyard.

His eyes reflected prosperity, and he had a panoramic view of the outline and layout of the city that never sleeps.

The shouts of the common people, the screams of children are mixed, the meaty aroma of naan bread, the sticky aroma of malt sugar, and the mellow aroma of peach blossom brewing are lingering.

"My lord, they went to search the wine shop and found nothing unusual."

"Oh? But why is there ice outside the city?"

"Maybe an expert came here."

Yuan Yang stopped in his tracks, and the rich black color was fleeting in his eyes.

"Thousands of years, it's about time."

"Lord?"

Yuan Yang chuckled, "It's nothing, it's just that we are in a cloudy place, it's time for a heavy snowfall."

The black shadow froze for a moment, and quickly chased after the master again.He is already one of the tallest among the physically strong Western Regions, but Yuan Yang is a little taller than him.

The expression of the man in red was blurred under the light, but the black shadow felt that the Lord was in a good mood today.

They turned a corner and entered Yifang Street.

The colors of the various pigments under the light can’t be seen clearly, but the styles are illuminated by the ambiguous candlelight. Most of the people in front of the stall are women. They are not in a hurry to attract customers, and they are all taking care of their own. Suda.Almost every house has a large basket in the corner of the booth, which contains all kinds of decorations and needlework drawings.

The women sat on the stools, carefully sketching the dexterous craftsmanship, and the needles and threads flew up and down. If someone walked by, the wind would shake the long rope in front of the booth.

The bell rang, and the pretty women looked up and smiled. "My lord."

"How about the two squares?"

"Wufang has always been safe and there is no movement, and it has been dormant recently. As for Wenfang, I was met by those people when I was working a few days ago, but they shouldn't care too much."

"I asked you to make wedding robes..."

While answering, a hurricane blew from the back mountain, causing the lights to flicker. Everyone was blinded by the sudden wind and covered their faces with their hands.

Yuan Yang was stunned, and he turned around abruptly.

"Lord!"

Everyone watched Yuan Yang running towards Tangyin Mountain, his red clothes fluttering, his whole body exuded a compelling spiritual pressure, the wind was rumbling, and the falcons in the sky were screaming.

There are large tracts of Tangyin forest on both sides of the road, and when the wind blows, there will be rustling sounds, bringing up thousands of catkins of Tangyin trees.

Yuan Yang threw away the sword in his hand and bumped into the forest until he saw the red line in his hand.

At the end of Tangyin Forest, there is a deep space, and the trees are several times taller than before. There are strands of red threads wrapped around them, and the velvet scatters light. It looks lingering and quiet.

The red line continued to spread, floating in the air.

In the sky, it was snowing leisurely.

On the endless Tangyin tree, climb up the ice edge, climb up the thin layer of clear water, and those drops of water also freeze on the leaf tip at that moment.

The man's footsteps were getting closer.

The red line wobbles.

The snow all over the sky is even bigger.

Yuan Yang took off the copper-gold mask over his right eye.

He has been waiting for this snow for too long. It seems that since thousands of years ago, he has been waiting, waiting, until the sky is old, until there is no trace.

Yuan Yang remembered that when he saw the snow for the first time, he was still a boy named Xiaoyao.

Boys are born with supernatural powers, and from the day they are born, they shoulder the responsibility of the common people.

The teenager is tired.

He had seen enough of the misty clouds and mists in the sky, and had seen enough of the cold light on the tip of the silver sword, and was tired of the intersecting swords and the cold bronze sword.

That day, for the first time in his life, he didn't go to the palace to see the emperor, but went down to the earth. He accidentally stumbled and came to a mountain full of Tangyin trees. He just ate a Tangyin fruit and got drunk.

The young man was drunk on feldspar, but when he woke up, it was snowing all over the sky.

In front of the feldspar, someone was blowing on the shakuhachi. He was dressed in white and wore a copper-gold mask over his right eye.

"You're awake." The man said.

"Yeah." The boy replied.

The two of them didn't speak any more, they just sat silently in the heavy snow, watching the misty snow dance and the myriad mist in the clouds.

The young man stayed on this mountain for a year, drinking mountain springs, eating Yinguo soup, and dancing with bronze swords.

The man brought a shakuhachi every day to the feldspar in the back mountain. Although the two were silent, a feeling gradually grew in the young man's heart that he had never experienced before. He had never thought about it in his life.

It's a pity that the man never looked him in the eye.

He thought he admired that person's face, but not long ago when he saw that person's twin brother, there was no wave in his heart.

Gradually, the boy's state of mind was as clear as Tang Yin's snow.

He was reluctant to leave because of the snow all over the sky, because of the mournful shakuhachi, and because of the man called Pingsheng, who was so happy in his life that he could only dream of.

But he will leave eventually.

Before leaving, the young man summoned up his courage and spoke to the man for the first time, "I am leaving, may you give me the mask?" The man wore a mask, which seemed to be the blood that gushes out from time to time when covering his right eye .

"Why should I give it to you?" Although the man said so, he took off the mask and put it in the boy's palm.

"You gave me this mask today, and one day I can let Ping Sheng go at ease, and make your eyes stop bleeding. I know your situation." The young man held the mask in his palm, although it was not very important to that person, so he he......

"I can't solve the game, how can you solve it?"

"If you can't solve it in one life, use it for two lives, if you can't solve it for two lives, use it for the third life, and if it doesn't work, even if your soul flies away, you will still have life after life."

The young man put on the still warm copper-golden mask, put the sword into the scabbard, and his eyes were ruthless. He turned around and gradually disappeared in the snow that filled the sky.

The only regret is that from beginning to end, he knew that person's name, but that person never asked his name.

Now, in Yuan Yang's eyes, that person walked step by step, wrapped in snow all over the sky. "Xiao'er."

Yuan Yang's eyes were hot, even if the soup was full of shades, even if the sky was covered with snow, there was only one person in his eyes.

From beginning to end, there is only one person.

He clenched the copper-golden mask tightly in his hand, and walked towards the red rope.

If you can't solve it in one life, use it for two lives, if you can't solve it for the second life, use it for the third life, and if it doesn't work, even if your soul flies away, you will still have life after life.

The master only knows that Ping Sheng and Shao Xiao were locked in the soul chain with him in that life. How could he know that as early as that day, Tang Yinlin had a glimpse of him, and he had already planted the cycle of karma, and the young man secretly tied him with the red rope of his life? The palms of the two.

Master can't remember him, it's good for him to remember.If the master can't solve the situation, he can set it up.

The future will be long, and he will use the rest of his life to let that person melt himself into the marrow of his bones, and let that cut red rope spread unceasingly.

Don't ask questions, don't ask Buddha, don't ask common people regardless of eternity.

Build a mountain of Tangyin, and wait for a happy life.

-end-

The author has something to say:

Hello everyone, here, I will bid farewell to you all.

Ah, the author of the little soil dog is also a little disappointed.

Thank you for your company all the time. Without you, this article would not be as good as it was.

What do you think? You can ask questions in the comments, and the author of Little Earth Dog will reply one by one.

[About Fanwai] The exam is going to start in full swing recently, and the author of Little Dog is also preparing to concentrate on preparing for the exam.There must be extra episodes, but we have to wait for the winter vacation.

[About twins] There are four pairs of official brothers in the sad bird, the pair of pale men in the blue cat, the forbidden lonely Moyin, and the brother of the little girl behind Changshi (Canglu) and the big devil ( Wuli, Wuli) - this is too difficult to find, only mentioned in the article.

[About the ending] Maybe when you first read this article, you will think that the most dark-hearted person in this article is His Royal Highness Yaojun. hhh But in fact, the one with the darkest belly is the man in red from Yuanyang who kept the truth from the beginning to the end.I don't know if I have fooled everyone.On the surface...actually...

[About Gu Gu] The reason why Jin Gu can stay in Mo Yin's body all the time is because Mo Yin didn't completely reject him. The time is also inseparable.

The last samsara came out of Mo Yin, not Jin Gu.There is only one possibility - Jin Gu chooses to let Mo Yin go out.

How should I put it, Jin Gu is a big villain, but he loves his younger brother.Mo Yin is a good person, but he indulges his elder brother.

[About this article] This article can be regarded as a debut work in the true sense. The other articles written by the author of Little Earth Dog are all small biscuits without a plot. .During this period of time to stop writing and review, the author of Little Earth Dog will definitely reflect on his own article, and strive to improve the next article to a higher level.

I will probably start the next article during the winter vacation (hopefully). It should be a long and relaxed article. If you are interested, you can take a look at it then.

[Again] When I wrote this article, it was one afternoon, and I suddenly made a poem for myself in my mind - I love to be happy in my life, and it is rare to be rude in a long life.

If you are careful, you may find that there are four names in this poem (cover your mouth)

[About modification] hhh thank you for tolerating my typos. If there is an update before the winter vacation, it will be me correcting the typos. (Nevermind) (We start winter vacation on January 1th, get down on the ground...)

[About Cookies] Ahhh, here I want to recommend two short stories of my own, one is "School Grass Is Not White" [School Grass Makes Pairs] and the other is "Bamboo Horses Are White" [Bamboo Horses Make Pairs].They are all strong, sweet to the point of panic, quite funny, and can relax the body and mind.

Everyone, go take a look when you have time~ (The smile of the little dog is gradually changing)

Thank you all for being here!

I wish you all the best and happy every day!

Must be happy!