The number one lalang in heaven

Not suitable for a bedtime story.

Every night in the inn, Li Xuan's eyes lingered on the starry sky outside the window and Yang Hui's face illuminated by the moonlight, and there was a dry and warm whisper in his ears.

If you feel sad, as soon as you turn over and fall into Yang Hui's arms, he will gently embrace you.

Almost a bit like home.

Yang Hui's storytelling is terrible, with no ups and downs or high tides, and he doesn't pay attention to details.

Li Xuan listened carefully to every word.

100.

It is said that when Yang Hui was born, the world was still chaotic.There are only animals and birds on the ground, and there is no civilization.

At that time, Nuwa and Fuxi had just learned how to create humans.All things are governed by their birth but not by their cultivation, and all things are governed by their killing regardless of their burial.

According to Pan Gu's pioneering words, the clear and light ones have not had time to rise a few feet, and the heavy and turbid ones have not sank much.The sky and the earth are almost integrated.

In terms of modern physics, the universe has not expanded much.

The weird creatures in Shan Hai Jing are jumping around alive and well.The innate gods are no higher than the upright ape thrown out of the mud, and they are even coveted because they are more nutritious.

All things do not distinguish between good and evil, good and evil, and do not respect the principles of heaven and human relations.Man-eating beasts are not ferocious beasts, they are just ordinary beasts.Everyone eats and eats with each other, and there is nothing particular about it.

Yang Hui was born without father and mother, without protection, and had to rely on his own groping to survive.

There were several gods born in the same litter, and they were all eaten up to the point where their corpses littered the wilderness, and the few who survived desperately hid in Tibet together.

Day and night are equally vicious and dangerous.There are beasts to harass during the day, and there are birds to attack at night.Every day's life is stolen in the cracks, and you can't relax for a moment.

101.

Yang Hui likes to stare at the puddles in a daze after finishing food and clothing.

Language had not yet been invented at that time, and Yang Hui himself did not know what he was thinking.

They have to hide in the cave at night, but they need to come out before sunrise, because their neighbors do it at sunrise.If they meet on narrow roads, one of them can go three days without going out for food, while the other can never have to forage.

Once Yang Hui and his brothers and sisters were chased by Qiongqi, and when they fled into the cave in a hurry, they were pushed out by one of them.

Thus was born the first deceitful heart.

Yang Hui didn't want to die so much, he burst out his desire to survive and killed Qiongqi completely, exhausted, fell back into the cave and slept for three days and three nights.Maybe the neighbor didn't see him when he went out, so he narrowly saved his life; the same kind didn't attack him again: it was not a matter of life and death, and it was unnecessary.

Yang Hui didn't care too much.In order to survive, who doesn't try his best?

102.

Later, the Heavenly Court gradually took shape, and everyone said that Yang Hui was the god with the best temper.He doesn't care about anything.

In this respect, Yang Hui is indeed like Tianmu.

He can see through everything, and treats all creatures the same, so he doesn't care about anything.Unless God asks.

103.

Later, the universe continued to expand, the distance between the sky and the earth gradually widened, and the sea changed.The mountain where Yang Hui once lived in the cave became Buzhou Mountain, and the small puddle that he often stared in a daze expanded into a fairy pond, also known as the West Pool.The rest of the gods came to Xichi to find him if they wanted to find him, so they called him Xichi Yuanjun.Although his fairy mansion is elsewhere.

Those beasts that ate the Immortals were left on the ground, and the Immortals ascended to the upper biosphere, where they would not be easily eaten again due to geographical isolation.

After that, the gods who were born or ascended gradually developed a sense of superiority standing at the top of the food chain, seeing that everything on the ground is uncivilized human vegetation, not a fearsome predator.

Yang Hui didn't, he still sees mountains as mountains, sees water as water, sees snakes, birds, insects and fish as snakes, birds, insects and fish.He never felt more noble.

104.

Slowly, many fierce beasts forked the gods out of the recipe because they hadn't seen a live god on earth for hundreds of years.Some even started to get close to people.Humans slowly compiled notes about them, and later evolved the Shan Hai Jing.

Yang Hui didn't know much about it, since he seldom walked around the ground since the splitting of the Heavenly Court.He regretted his life very much.

It's not that immortal friends have invited him for an outing.

Once a star king held a celebration banquet for the newly harvested spirit beast.With a tiger face and a snake body, the spirit beast bared its teeth at Yang Hui.The image of his companion being held by the animal's arm flashed before Yang Hui's eyes, and he instinctively raised his hand, blood spattering on the spot.

Everyone also said that Yang Hui was the god with the worst temper, and he would kill whatever he saw.

Yang Hui didn't care too much.

It doesn't matter what others say, only protecting yourself is the last word.This is the truth that Yang Hui learned before he was a teenager.

105.

Later, the sky became more and more lively. Some came up to be matchmakers, some came up to make alchemy, some came up to cut trees, and some came up to shoot the sun.

Some of these gods are also auras of heaven and earth, and some are promoted by their own efforts. Yang Hui treats them equally——

It doesn't make much sense.

However, he was already a senior, so even though he had a young face, no one dared to disrespect him.

106.

One day he was sitting in a daze in the Tushita Palace, and this kind one of the Sanqing advised him gently: "Why don't you get along with others more? You are enlightened, but you are lying in a daze like a stone every day, isn't it? Is it a waste?"

Yang thought about it and agreed.

He starts making friends.At the beginning, he would not know what to say, but after all, he was an ancient god who had enlightened his wisdom early, and he learned a lot very quickly just by observing those popular gods.

Then he dropped some speaking styles and habits that he didn't really want, and picked up some that he wanted.

In this way, his godhead gradually became richer.

After gradually getting closer to people, Yang Hui gradually developed a long-lasting emotion, a pastry he likes to eat, and a friend who wants to stay with him forever.Not a companion to hunt or escape together, but a friend who cooks and talks.

He made some friends and lost others.Some are because the words are not speculative, such as Ao Run.

Some are because of death, such as Zhu Ming.

107.

One day, he was sitting under a tree in a daze, and called to Emperor Nanming who was in a hurry: "Do you feel that the air in the heaven has become thinner? Is it because the sky has risen too high?"

Emperor Nanming was rushing to calm down the chaos in the lower world, and replied briefly: "The little god doesn't know, and the heavens don't need air."

Yang Hui said with some doubts: "But recently I always feel tight in my chest, my throat is tight, and I can't speak."

Emperor Nanming glanced at Yang Hui with a strange expression, fell silent for a moment, bowed his head and said, "Zhu Ming has passed away, Xichi Yuanjun please mourn."

Yang Hui almost fell into despair and fled to Tushita Palace.

108.

Yang Hui did not have funeral culture and life and death education at that time, and he never had relatives, elders, friends and neighbors to guide him to gradually learn to face death.Therefore, he suddenly developed a little humanity, and he was more painful and overwhelmed than ordinary people.

Once upon a time on earth, companions often died.If you don't see each other for three days, you know you probably won't see you again.Yang Hui never felt that there was anything before, it was everyone's own life.

But after having a heart, it was so sad.

Laojun: This is a good thing, Xichi Yuanjun.You are maturing.

Yang Hui: But it hurts me so much, Laojun.If I were so sad every time someone important died, I would die of grief sooner or later.

Laojun: Then protect those who you think should not die, Yuanjun, this is the way of the gods.

Yang Hui was a little confused.Is there a way to be followed as a god?

Yang Hui: Can't I just lose my heart?This should be more convenient.

Laojun: Your heart is not finished yet, you have to go through a lot of hardships and go through many kalpas before you can decide whether to give it up or not.

Yang Hui: Do you want more pain?

Laojun: Experience is here to perfect you.When your heart is complete, you will become a new you. Everything in the past will be as dead as yesterday.

Yang Hui really couldn't understand a word this time.If you died in the past, wouldn't your suffering be in vain?

Laojun gave him a meaningful nod:

It's up to you.

109.

Yang Hui's story stops here.

Li Xuan struggled for a while on the edge of sleep: "Then is your heart done now?"

Yang Hui felt it and said, "No."

Li Xuan: "Then you fell in my yard because of this?"

Yang Hui pondered: "It should be. Mr. Li is so brilliant."

Li Xuan: "After you have gone through the calamity and your Taoist heart is complete, will you be reborn?"

Yang Hui: "It's not considered a new life. I guess it's like scabs form after an injury. When the scabs fall off, the skin returns to normal. You are still the same person."

Li Xuan nestled into his arms: "Is it only to forget the pain?"

Yang nodded back: "If Laojun didn't lie to me."

Li Xuan picked his underwear and asked in a low voice: "Then, will I be a scab to you?"

Li Xuan did not wait for a reply.Yang Hui fell asleep half-stretched.

Li Xuan gently put him down to lie down, found a comfortable position in his arms, and fell asleep peacefully.

99.

The memory stops here.

I woke up suddenly, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the tree in the courtyard.

Li Xuan took out his handkerchief and asked worriedly, "How is it, Wanjin?"

I let him wipe the corners of my mouth for me, and said in grief and indignation: "So the culprit is you!"

Li Xuan:?

Me: "Isn't it because of such a feminine expression that I was passed down as a goddess!"

Li Xuan: ...

Li Xuan looked away, and said with a guilty conscience: "There are other reasons..."

I:......

I can vouch for Zhu Ming's pet tripod, this "other reason" must have something to do with him.

100.

Li Xuanzheng said: "I want to know how much you remember."

I roughly explained it to him.

It is a wonderful feeling for one amnesiac person to tell another person something that the other person clearly remembers.

How should I put it...I didn't notice it before, but when I fell into the memory and listened to my own story, I realized——

It turns out that my level of storytelling is really bad.

It was bad hundreds of years ago, but it still doesn't