Those who know, be calm

On the bed, the two were talking intimately.

"What are they doing? Why is the patriarch pressing on the priest?" Yingyan tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Maybe they are fighting?" The Snow Clan warriors always do this when they compete in martial arts. He is indeed the patriarch he admires the most, and he never forgets to hone himself when he gets married.

"Ah, shall we try to persuade the fight..." Yingyan was very worried about the priest who treated her like a mother.

At this time, the cabinet was suddenly opened. Xi Yan and Yingyan trembled, and looked up at the same time. The two identical faces looked at the man in horror. It was the patriarch. He finally found these two brats, looking very angry. Yes, he threw them out by the collar with one hand in each hand, "Little Xuehua, it must be your idea again, and you will definitely ruin your sister!"

"I didn't..." Xi Yan pleaded guiltyly.

"I'll deal with you later." The patriarch threw the two of them far away, and hurried back.

Yingyan trembled, "Why is the patriarch so angry..."

Xi Yan was in pain from the fall, with a mournful face, and would be educated by the patriarch again tomorrow, "Why is he talking about me, obviously you are with me too."

"Maybe it's because you usually do too many bad things..."

A few years later, Xi Yan was 13 years old, and he began to learn archery and hunt in the mountains from his tribe. He stood by the Gema Lake with a bow and arrow on his back. The crystal clear lake reflected the appearance of a slender boy with long white hair tied into a High ponytail, clear and clear light purple pupils, he blinked, dissatisfied with his appearance, it would be nice if he was stronger, he patted his face, it doesn't matter, he can still grow Tall, he will be as tall as the patriarch when he waits.

Xi Yan tidied up his fluffy white cloak so that he would not be easily spotted in the snow. The patriarch said that the Tak tribe has always provoked their tribe recently, so be careful.He made preparations and ran to the mountains to play excitedly. The Kunyinte Snow Mountain, which has been covered with ice and snow for thousands of years, is quiet and distant.

Xi Yan bounced and ran down the hillside, looking for today's prey, wandered around for a long time but found nothing, he was not in a hurry, and walked all the way to the valley he usually goes to, the valley has jagged cliffs, a lot of gravel and snow, here is his secret The base, I like to explore here when I have nothing to do.

He was very familiar with this, he jumped over the rocks nimbly, stopped suddenly, saw a familiar person here, and immediately lowered his face, "Why are you here, this is my territory!"

The man whimpered and looked up at him. It turned out to be Yingyan. She was sitting on the snow, her eyes were red, and the basket was thrown aside, and the medicinal materials inside were scattered all over the floor. "I went up to the mountain to collect herbs, and I accidentally fell down, and you still beat me!"

Xi Yan squatted next to her, "You're so stupid, you can even fall and hurt yourself."

"I wanted to save it, but I tripped over a stone..." Xi Yan saw a little snow leopard in Yingyan's arms, and looked at Xi Yan vigilantly with blue eyes, "Its leg was injured."

Xi Yan rolled his eyes, the snow leopard, the spirit of the snow-capped mountain, is the divine beast of the mother god in the prophecy of the Kunyinte people, and their tribe worships the snow leopard very much, and even regularly offers lambs as sacrifices for them, but the snow leopard is extremely Rare, but also proud and sharp, never close to humans, even the Xueshan people rarely see it.

"Okay, I'll carry you back first." Xi Yan sighed helplessly, and helped her put the medicinal materials into the basket.

"Take it with you too." Yingyan still insisted on holding the injured little snow leopard, Xi Yan had no choice but to take the little leopard that was grinning at him and baring its fangs, and gently put it in the back basket, letting Yingyan carry it on his back. Alright, then I put Yingyan on my back, "Can you do it..." Yingyan wrapped her hands around Xi Yan's neck with some fear.

"You're strangling me to death." Xi Yan rolled his eyes again in pain, then steadily carried Yingyan on his back and walked back. "The two of you together are really heavy."

Yingyan lay on his back with peace of mind, "A Xueren is so kind, I won't call you idiot brother from now on."

"I'll throw you down if you're talking."

Finally returned to the clan, Xi Yan put her down, and she collapsed on the ground exhausted, the priest hurried over to check Yingyan's injury, "Fortunately, it's just a sprain, just apply some medicinal wine and rest for two days and it will be fine."

Xi Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the priest suddenly turned around and poked him on the forehead with a serious expression, "I told you not to let you go to such a dangerous place, why are you still going, don't you deserve a beating again!"

"If I don't go, sister, I won't be able to come back." Xi Yan muttered unconvinced.

"My lord priest, don't blame Xi Yan. By the way, can you save it?" Yingyan took out the little snow leopard from the back basket, and the priest was a little surprised when he saw it. "Let me see, he seems to have been bitten by another wild animal." It should be cured."

After more than ten days, the little Snow Leopard finally healed. He hops around in their camp with his tail in his mouth every day. With its big tail, it ran away in fright, and once almost scratched Xi Yan.

"Is this a snow leopard! It's just a little white-eyed wolf. Every meal it eats is all I have to go up the mountain to hunt, and it won't even let me touch it." Xi Yan angrily rubbed a snowball and threw it away. It deftly avoided it, jumped into Yingyan's arms and rubbed her affectionately.

Yingyan said that after grooming the snow leopard, she had to groom the younger brother who had fried hair, "Maybe the snow leopard has such a personality, and it's normal not to be touched."

"Then it still clings to you, Sister, you are kind-hearted, everyone likes you, even it likes you." Xi Yan folded his arms and turned his back, feeling so sore.

"But I like you." Xi Yan thought she was teasing herself, Ying Yan looked a little silly, but her eyes were very serious. "And, I think this little snow leopard is very much like you!"

"I didn't think so at all." Later they put the cured snow leopard back into the snow mountain. It was still reluctant to let go, looked back at her step by step, then disappeared into the heavy snow and never came back. The snow leopard has always been a kind of loneliness animal.

The peaceful life was very short, and the flames of war still spread to the Kunyinte tribe. The Tak tribe frequently attacked them, causing more and more casualties, and they seemed to be fighting them endlessly.

"Master Patriarch, can we win?" Xi Yan wiped the dust off his face.

"Of course we can win." The patriarch comforted, but his face was full of worry. The Tucker tribe was much stronger than imagined. They were at a disadvantage everywhere. There were too many casualties in the clan. Following the war, it seems like fate, their decline is inevitable.

Another conflict between tribes, Xi Yan helped a seriously injured young man back to the camp, and skillfully bandaged his wound.The curtain was lifted, and Yingyan rushed in, holding a wooden staff in his hand.

"Axue, are you okay?" She restrained herself not to cry, since so many things happened in the clan, she never cried again.

"Of course I'm fine." Xi Yan wiped off the blood on his face, and finally bandaged the young man.

Yingyan took his hand regardless of the dirt, "You must not die."

"Don't curse me!" Xi Yan snorted coldly.

"I will protect you, I have learned a lot of powerful spells with the priest, I will not let you die!" Yingyan seemed to see something, a little incoherent, but repeatedly told him not to die.

Xi Yan hugged her and comforted her: "I'm not doing well, don't be afraid."

Yingyan nodded in shock. At this time, someone broke in again. The originally calm priest looked flustered, and her usually meticulous long hair was scattered on her shoulders. She pulled Yingyan over, "Let's go, Kunyinte here!" I'm afraid the family will be exterminated next time, so I have to send you to the Ice Palace."

"Ah? Clan extermination?" Xi Yan looked at him in horror, "Where's the patriarch?"

"He's dead." The priest closed his eyes in pain.

Yingyan was also trembling all over, and her purple pupils were a little slack, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying, "Xi Yan, let's also bring Xi Yan!"

The priest glanced at Xi Yan, his face was full of pain, "We can't take him, he is destined to stay here forever, this is fate."

"No, I can't..." Yingyan held him tightly and refused to let go, Xi Yan tried hard to break away from her hand, and smiled at her, "You and the priest can go first, and I will go to find him when it is safe. You guys, I have to go to battle to kill the enemy, you crybabys!" Xi Yan made a face, took the bow and arrow, and ran out quickly.

"Oh, this is the destiny that cannot be reversed. Even if you see it, you can't change it." The priest rubbed Yingyan's hair, and Yingyan wanted to catch up with Xi Yan, "Let's go, you have a more important mission."

The originally lively Kunyinte Snow Mountain tribe is now a sea of ​​flames. The ground is strewn with corpses of tribesmen, their white hair stained with blood, and pairs of purple pupils glared at the Tak people who trampled on their land as if they refused to close their eyes. Holding the longbow tightly, hiding in the ruins, he raised his hand and shot an enemy. There were only two arrows left in the quiver, but there were more and more enemies, and the people around him fell one by one. Xi Yan gritted his teeth, fired two arrows and two enemies fell to the ground, but he was discovered. Seeing that this child killed so many of them, the Tuckers were furious and surrounded Xi Yan. Xi Yan's muscles were tense, and when he saw someone approaching him, he immediately tapped his feet and exerted his strength. Although his strength was insufficient, he was more light. He jumped onto the tall man with his own strength, strangled him directly with a bowstring, and then pulled out his arms from his arms. He took out the machete and cut the throat of another person.

"This little bastard!" At first they thought this was just a harmless child, how much did they pay attention to, but he killed two people in a row in the blink of an eye, so he stepped forward angrily, grabbed Xi Yan, and threw him to the ground, Xi Yan was in severe pain all over his body, and with a grinning grin, one man stabbed a knife into his calf and pinned him to the ground, knife after knife, as if wanting to kill him alive.

Xi Yan bit his lips and refused to make a sound, his whole body was in pain, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. It seems that the priest is right. I am really destined to stay here forever. Fortunately, Yingyan left safely, so I will There is nothing to worry about.Thinking of this, Xi Yan no longer resisted, and closed his eyes as if giving up.

At this time, he seemed to feel the dazzling light, and even the cruel laughter in his ears disappeared. Xi Yan barely opened his eyes, and found that it was Yingyan standing in front of him, holding a law enforcement staff, holding Tucker in front of him. Killing all the people, the dazzling light on her body softened, she turned around, this time she didn't cry anymore, but smiled gently at Xi Yan,

"Sister, you..."

"Stupid brother, live well." Yingyan smiled, but her body dissipated like flying ash in the wind and snow.

"Sister!" Xi Yan yelled heart-piercingly, but his heart was in severe pain. He seemed to feel a strange and powerful force, which was enough to reverse the destiny. Before he lost consciousness, what he saw was a pair of cold golden eyes.

先神

Xi Yan opened his eyes and found himself lying in an ice coffin. What he saw was a white dome. He struggled to get up. This place seemed to be a temple. The murals on the walls were the creation of the mother god. He walked slowly. After going out, in the center of the temple is a tall jade statue of the goddess, which is different from the majestic or beautiful statues of the goddess he has seen before. This statue has a soft face, although it is not particularly beautiful, but it makes people feel kind and comfortable. Just like a mother, Xi Yan looked up at the statue and was in a daze. The statue gave him a very familiar feeling, just like a sister. Xi Yan shook his head violently trying to dispel these weird thoughts, and his heart began to ache again. Sister, she is not dead?

He clutched his chest and walked out of the temple. The outside was snow-white, and he couldn't even see the sky. The high walls and the stone gate carved with strange beasts completely blocked the outside world. Xi Yan pinched himself, feeling unreal, like dreaming , at this time the dazzling golden color came into view, Xi Yan thought he saw the sun in a trance.

Xi Yan rubbed his eyes, and saw a blond man sitting on the side of the corridor, propping his forehead with his hands as if he was asleep, his blond hair was hanging on the ground, his pale gold robe was windless, and behind him was a pair of The golden wings are dazzling.

As if sensing Xi Yan's gaze, he slowly opened his eyes, his dark golden pupils quietly looking back at Xi Yan, with indescribably complex emotions surging in his eyes.He stood up and came to Xi Yan in the blink of an eye. The golden wings spread out, and a few feathers floated down. Xi Yan subconsciously caught the feather, but it turned into broken pieces the moment his fingers touched it. beam.

The blond man stroked Xi Yan's face with cold fingers, his face was full of affection, his eyes made Xi Yan blush, "Did you bring me back?" Xi Yan asked him blankly, "I remember you, before you Make a ring for me." He subconsciously clenched his fingers, and there was a white stone ring on it.

He just nodded without saying a word, "You must be a god, right! Then do you know how my sister is doing?"

His eyes darkened, "She died, her mortal body changed her fate, her soul was broken, but I will find a way to bring her back."

Xi Yan's eyes lit up when he heard what he said. It's great that sister can come back, "Really! Thank you for saving sister!" He subconsciously wanted to throw himself into the man's arms happily, but he was in vain. , "It disappeared..."

In the days that followed, Xi Yan went around the huge temple and found it very boring. There was nothing but statues here, and there was also a huge library, but Xi Yan got a headache when he saw so many books. Run far away in a hurry.

That man would show up to talk to him sometimes, although the man rarely spoke, Xi Yan was always talking non-stop, but Xi Yan felt happy from the bottom of his heart, he could feel that the man liked him very much, always She watched him silently with gentle eyes.

Later, Xi Yan finally knew that this was the Temple of the Goddess of Lingyi Mountain, and that blond man was in charge of time and life, countless possibilities for the future, Lord Xianshen, the lord of the stars.

The Lord Xianshen told him that Elder Sister is actually the reincarnation of the Mother God. He had heard from the Lord Priest that after death, the soul would dissipate and ascend to the sky to become one with the heaven and earth. Gods are different, they can be reincarnated as human beings, But there is only one chance, and after becoming a human being, death is death.

The mother goddess seems to be tired of the endless life. She created all living beings, but she couldn't communicate with any of them. Finally, one day, she left the temple and was born in the tribe of Kunyinte Snow Mountain, living an ordinary life. life.

But she who used to be a god is still annihilated in ashes in the end. What method will Master Xianshen use to save her?

Xi Yan didn't understand, so he could only sit on the steps of the temple in a daze, it was so boring, and he couldn't get out, and Xianshen didn't know where he was. He found that even if he didn't eat or drink in the temple, he didn't feel anything at all, which was quite novel. Yes, I don't know what's going on in the snow mountain. Thinking of the Tak tribe, Xi Yan's heart is full of deep-seated hatred.

Three years passed in a blink of an eye, and Xi Yan was already 17 years old. He stood in front of the outermost nine-fold door, and drew a line on the door comparing his height. Yes, he has grown a lot taller than last year!Xi Yan is very satisfied, next year he will be even higher.

He casually touched the scorpion relief engraved on the door. It is said that this is the favorite beast of the mother goddess, "Ah Shou, do you think the first god will appear today?"

Of course it is impossible for the stone sculpture to speak, but Xi Yan is used to talking to himself, "I have an intuition that I will definitely meet Xianshen today!" He drew a grimace on the Xie Yao with a pen. "Because I just made a wish to Elder Sister, and she is responsive to my requests."

The past three years have been really boring, he can only talk to Xie Yao every day, sitting in front of the temple every day looking forward to seeing Xianshen, he is satisfied even with a single glance.

He cheerfully took back his pen and walked towards the main hall. As soon as he walked up the steps, he saw the figure from the back that haunted him, and it was Mr. Xianshen!Sure enough, I saw him, the mother god appeared!Xi Yan ran over quickly, "First, first, Lord God..." His face was flushed.

Xianshen turned around and looked at him with cold eyes, "How old are you this year?"

"Seventeen..." Xi Yan and Yingyan are orphans, they don't even know their own birthdays, they can only know their ages roughly, so Master Xianshen asked, what are we going to do with this?

Xianshen was thoughtful, "Do you have any wish?"

"Hey wish?" Xi Yan was puzzled, could this be a gift from the 17-year-old, the god suddenly treated me so well, could it be my elder sister's blessing?He thought for a while, "I want to go home and have a look."

Xianshen's face that was as cold as a statue suddenly changed, "You don't have a home, Kunyinte has been exterminated long ago."

Xi Yan felt a pain in his heart, "But I want to go back, I don't want to just stay here." In fact, he wanted to go back with Xianshen even more.

"Is the temple bad?"

"Well, it's very good, but it's too boring..." Xi Yan said cautiously, raising his eyes from time to time to see Xianshen's face.

"Why are you all leaving?"

who?Puzzled in Xi Yan's heart, he boldly raised his head to look at Xianshen, but unexpectedly saw Xianshen's cold face, he raised his hand and tapped Xi Yan's brow, Xi Yan felt his consciousness being pulled away, and suddenly fainted on the ground.

It hurts so much, it hurts even more than when he was tortured by the Tuckers. His brain felt like a knife was twisted, and his eyes were also hurting. Xi Yan wanted to dig out his eyes. As if he woke up from a dream, he suddenly opened his eyes. The scene in front of him was gray, blurry and full of double images. Xi Yan blinked, and saw the familiar golden shadow again. It was Lord Xianshen. look.

"Are you awake?" Xi Yan heard Xianshen's gentle voice, as if it was the first time he spoke to himself like this, looked at him like this, Xi Yan felt warm in his heart, Master Xianshen treated him...

He couldn't help stretching out his hand towards Xianshen, "Master Xianshen..."

But before he finished speaking, Xianshen's original gentle and affectionate expression suddenly disappeared, replaced by deep disappointment and disgust, he let go of the ridicule in disgust, "It's you, why haven't you died yet?"

Xi Yan was stunned, what does Lord Xianshen mean, why am I not dead yet?

"The one who woke up should be the Mother God. What's the problem?" The Goddess, who had always been emotionless, finally got angry, and smashed a wall with a wave of his hand, "Obviously I used the most similar soul as a medium, After waiting for three years, why hasn't the mother god's soul been summoned back, why are you still here!"

His eyes were full of hatred, Xi Yan trembled all over, no matter how dull he was, he could understand at this moment, it turned out that the first god saved him and kept him here for three years just to recall sister, he actually hated the first god For myself, I have endured until today only for the mother god.

Xi Yan lowered his head, a strand of black hair slipped quietly from his shoulders, wait for black hair?What's wrong with my hair?Xi Yan was shocked, and grabbed his hair, which was unbelievably long. The long black and soft hair flowed from his fingers like seaweed. He found that his hands were different. The fingers with thin calluses that were holding the bow and arrow were now It became soft and delicate, it was not his hands, his eyes that he couldn't see himself turned into a dull gray, like a blind man, the face of the originally cunning and lively boy became softer, his brows were dull, it turned out to be a mother God's face.

"This is not my body." Xi Yan looked at Xianshen in fear, as if grasping at the only life-saving straw.

Xianshen just returned him with a sneer. He painstakingly made this body with the branches of the sacred tree using the mother goddess as a model. He took the appearance of a man, and used the sky mirror as a support to protect his body forever with the array of time, just to bring back the mother god, but he didn't expect the spirit of this young man to be so strong and refused to dissipate.

His face was gloomy and cold, and Xi Yan's heart gradually cooled down, "You know what, if she doesn't save you, I can bring her back, but she saved you, Broken Soul reversed the relationship between the two of you." Fate is all because of you!"

There was no blood on Xi Yan's face, but two tears of blood rolled down his cheeks from the warmth in his eyes.

"You stay here forever, atone for your sins." Xianshen's words hurt Xi Yan, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Xi Yan clutched his hand tightly, the blood and tears in his eyes could not stop flowing down, the fear in his heart gradually increased, it turned out that he had been deceiving himself all along, sister...

No, I don't want to stay here, how far is forever?Three years is enough, and you want to stay here forever?I do not want!

Xi Yan stumbled and ran out, his eyes were covered with blood, he was very familiar with the road from the main hall to the Jiuzhong Gate, even with his eyes closed he could walk there.

He opened the stone doors one by one with all his strength, but when he pushed the last stone door with the ogre relief, he couldn't open it no matter what. Xi Yan knelt down on the ground as if exhausted. The sharp engravings on it were ground into bloody flesh, "Let me out... let me out..."

Xi Yan bumped his head against the Shimen, and gradually his face was covered with blood, but he refused to stop like a madman. He seemed to know that if he couldn't get out, he would be locked up here forever from now on.

"I don't want to be here, sister, sister... help me... let me out..." Xi Yan's face was mixed with tears and blood, and he was extremely embarrassed.

But no one could respond to his call for help in the temple that had been empty for thousands of years. Xi Yan gradually despaired, leaning his forehead against the stone gate, his eyes were dull, he sat here for three days, and the wound on his body slowly healed.

Finally, he stood up and walked towards the main hall like a walking corpse. Under the steps, he saw the white stone ring that had fallen on the ground before. He picked it up by accident and put it on his little finger.He walked into the temple, faced the mother god who had the same face as him at this time, and felt like crying again, but there was not a single tear on his face, and he seemed to have shed all the tears in his life in those three days, "Sister... ..."

But Xi Yan didn't give up so easily. He tried many ways to escape from the temple, climbing walls, and smashing doors.

Xi Yan wanted to save himself, he felt that there was some kind of magic in the temple that blocked him, maybe he could use other magic to break the restriction of the temple.

Thinking of this, he had another idea. He came to the book library that he had only visited once, and looking at the books that gave him a headache, he made up his mind to find a way to leave from here.

The books here are vast and disorganized, and Xi Yan can only flip through them one by one, but he finds that the spells may not be so easy to learn. Re-literacy has begun, Xi Yan thought in despair.

After more than ten years of tossing in Zangshu Pavilion, he read many books and was familiar with the words on them, but he didn't understand many spells at all, and no one could ask him, so he could only grope for the direction by himself, working behind closed doors. He climbed up a tall platform and wanted to grab a book, but he fell down when he couldn't stand firmly.

Of course no one would catch him, so Xi Yan fell straight from a high place to the ground, it really hurt, Xi Yan gritted his teeth and gave up calling for help, no one heard him anyway, but the strange thing is that he only hurt for a while, Get up like a normal person, won't you die in the temple?Xi Yan was confused.

Gradually, he was able to use simple techniques, and he no longer had to climb up and down to find books. He just waved his hand lightly and the book he wanted would fly into his hands. It was just that when he used it, his spiritual veins would ache, but Xi Yan didn't care too much, it's really rare for him to be able to use spells, he didn't know that the way his spirit veins operated was actually wrong, no one taught him the most basic knowledge of spells, but Xi Yan was already contented .

One day he found an extremely powerful offensive spell in a book, maybe this spell could blow open the stone gate.Xi Yan finally lifted his spirits, and studied the spell day and night. He did many experiments, but he couldn't control himself and blew himself up, but he never got tired of it. He didn't know that his excitement was abnormal. He didn't know that he had been in the temple for hundreds of years. Although his appearance was still at the age of 17, his mental strength and spiritual veins had accumulated to a terrifying level. No sorcerer in the world could reach such a height.

This time it will definitely work, Xi Yan forced himself to read the books for so many years, just for this moment, he excitedly found a sharp candlestick, and seriously carved one curse after another on the flagstone floor in front of the Jiuzhong Gate It took him a few days to carve all the stone slabs here with curse seals.

After the last symbol was engraved, Xi Yan stood up and took a few steps back, forming seals with both hands. This was a technique he had practiced thousands of times. As the spell was whispered, the spell seals on the ground exploded like a chain, extremely powerful The loud noise made Xi Yan's ears bleed, but Xi Yan had an excited expression on his face, finally able to leave!

When the smoke cleared, the light in Xi Yan's eyes gradually disappeared, turning into deep despair. His face was pale, and he lost the last bit of mental support and fell to his knees on the ground. Not a single crack.

What am I doing when hundreds of years of hard work go down the drain and it turns out to be a joke.

"You persisted longer than I thought." After hundreds of years, the golden god finally appeared in front of Xi Yan, but Xi Yan no longer looked up at him. up.

"Is your spirit still not dissipated?" Xi Yan heard Xianshen asked indifferently, had he been watching him struggling with cold eyes?Will he be relieved if he dissipates? He just wanted to answer that he is willing to dissipate, but somehow he remembered what Auntie said.

"Live well."

Xi Yan raised his head suddenly, looked straight at the Xianshen, and the flame of stubbornness was rekindled in his eyes, "No! I won't let you get what you want!"

Xianshen sneered, "I will wait until the day you collapse."

Salvation

Xi Yan returned to Zangshuge dejectedly. He no longer wandered around Jiuzhongmen, and he didn’t want to read books on spells. He flipped through them. They were all history books. It was strange that the number of books in Zangshuge increased every year. Probably never finish reading it, Xi Yan discovered this, and judged the past years by the time added to the books.

In fact, those history books are pretty good, at least not as boring as the spells. Maybe Xi Yan prefers to read these stories. If there are scripts here, maybe he would like to read them more, but of course there will be no such unscrupulous ones in the temple. Book.He can also find some joy in the narrative texts that he wrote in a single stroke. Reading these texts is like feeling other people's lives. It's really wonderful. Xi Yan closed the book, why can't he have such an interesting life?Xi Yan couldn't help thinking.

Until one day, he saw a book that recorded the Kunyinte Snow Mountain. The people of the Kunyinte Snow Mountain were exterminated by the Tak clan. He stroked this sentence with his fingers, and he thought he would be sad and resentful, but he kept going. I feel nothing at all, just like reading a stranger's story again.

What does the patriarch look like, what does the priest look like, how to hold a bow and arrow, where is his secret base...

Xi Yan was horrified to find that he didn't remember all of these things. How could it have become like this? Those people and things he once loved, admiration and hatred have now become blurred, as if separated by a layer of fog. Will it be a few years later? , he will even forget who he is, and even his existence will be obliterated, which is not what the gods wanted.

He closed the book and didn't want to read it any more, walked out of the Library Pavilion and sat on the steps in a daze.

Later, Xianshen thought of many ways to use him as an experiment, trying to drive away his spirit and let the Mother God return, but he still refused to leave.

Xianshen wanted to drive himself crazy, but he became more and more calm and terrifying. It's really strange, why hasn't he gone crazy yet?

Xi Yan himself didn't know why he was unwilling to dissipate until now, and Sister let him live well, now it seems more like a terrible curse.

The first god was just as unwilling to give up as himself, until one day he looked at the dimmed statue of the mother god, and suddenly said, "Stupid mortals have forgotten the existence of gods, and it's time for them to remember."

From that day on, Lingyi Mountain, which has controlled this land for tens of millions of years, worshiped.

For the first time, Xi Yan knew that the thing called the sky mirror in his eyes was not a decoration, it could predict the future of people, it was originally something of the mother god, Xi Yan suddenly thought that the day sister died, she actually foresaw the future of her younger brother Did death come back desperately to save him?

Wearing a heavy jade crown on his head and a solemn white robe, he suddenly felt a little funny when he saw the monarch devoutly worshiping the mother god. It turned out that knowing the future in advance would make them so grateful.

A long time later, Xi Yan learned from the book that people outside all call themselves the knower, the messenger of the gods, the person who knows everything and is the closest to the gods. He's handsome, Xi Yan wanted to smile, but he could only twitch the corners of his mouth stiffly, as if he couldn't smile naturally.

Xi Yan thought for a long time about the intention of the gods, the gods were too difficult to guess, and finally one day he thought of the answer like a flash of light, in fact, the master god is afraid that the mother god will be forgotten, even the gods are also afraid of forgetting, without memory The meaning of existence is lost. If a person loses his memory, is he still the original him? If others lose their memory of a person, does that person still exist?Xi Yan was alone in thinking about such unsolvable problems.

Perhaps the first god wanted to use the gratitude of the world to the oracle to allow the long-disappeared mother goddess to continue to exist in such a form, which is actually quite ridiculous.

However, if one day, Xi Yan even forgot his own existence, would he just disappear as the god said?

Xi Yan couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it, and when he had nothing to do, he would sleep in front of the stone gate, losing the concept of time, and he couldn't even wake up after sleeping for several years. After 20 years, after waking up for a while, I realized that I had forgotten how to speak.

Fortunately, he has to participate in the pilgrimage to Lingyi Mountain once every 30 years, so that he will not sleep longer.When the prophecy was announced again, Xi Yan became inexplicably jealous when he saw the monarch smiling happily because he had received a good prophecy.

Why are you so happy?Because you know your future is bright?This is really unfair. They all have their own futures and loved ones. These people and memories maintain their existence, but I am a person without a future. He died at the age of 17, and his life will last forever. At that moment, no one can prove his existence, and even the sky mirror cannot reveal his future.

Xi Yan gradually felt resentment in his heart, everyone has their own life, and their fortunes are also connected with each other, only he can't get involved in anyone's life, he is completely excluded by Tianjing like an alien.

Why can they have happiness, Xi Yan closed his eyes, his face twisted and crazy, really wanting them to feel his despair.

In the many pilgrimages that followed, the kings found that the prophecies they received were as cruel as they were carefully selected by people. For hundreds of years, the nations have been shrouded in fear of the known terrible future.

Looking at the miserable future in the sky mirror, Xi Yan finally felt a sliver of satisfaction that his wish had come true. For his madness, Xianshen was indifferent. What he wanted was for the world to always respect the mother goddess. The current situation is not bad.

The malice in Xi Yan's heart continued to grow, his eyes were no longer clear, and all he could see was distorted blood red. Something was wriggling, grabbing him tightly so that he could not move, everywhere on the ground, walls, and dome. Staring at him with red eyes, Xi Yan almost felt sick.

He ran out of the temple to the open space outside, red, blue, green