Back to Xianzun's youth [Transmigration Book]

In an instant, heat spread from his cheeks to his ears, like the resurgence of alcohol, and exploded fireworks in his brain.The bronze bells under the eaves jingled non-stop.

The breath is full of apricot blossoms, dewdrops, and leaves.

In the spring breeze, new shoots sprout on the branches.

In my heart, it seems that something is quietly sprouting.

The beginning of everything.

What is Yanqing?In the Xiange library, he rummaged through the ancient books, asked all the famous teachers around the corner, and finally got an answer: there are no lonely ghosts in the world that can coexist with people, and the only evil that can exist in your body is nightmare.

If Yan Qing is a nightmare, then he is a demon seed.Once the identity of the demon species is discovered, he will undoubtedly die.

In fact, since he was five years old, he has always wanted to kill Yan Qing.

He hates losing control, hates having his body taken over, hates people nagging in his ear, and hates being seen.

Most importantly, he hates everything related to demon seeds.

...Killing Yanqing is like killing the old man back then.

In the third year of Jinghong, in the backyard of Xie Mansion, he was rescued by an old man in the heavy snowfall.The old man said he was his mother's old friend.His mother died, and now he will take care of him.The old man wore this black robe, his hair was disheveled, his cheeks were so thin that they were sunken, and his eyeballs protruded.The pupils are a little smaller than ordinary people, and at first glance they are particularly bluffing, just like the hideous and terrifying ghosts in ghost novels.

He didn't want to be near that old man.Although the old man saved him, even gave him something to eat every day, and greeted him with care, all kinds of tenderness did not seem to be fake.Seeing his indifference, the old man became more and more dissatisfied, and muttered: "You are really heartless, old man, I saved you, so why don't you just ignore me?" : "Child, I stayed with you because I saw you as pitiful. Your mother died, and your father didn't love you. You starved to death in the cold, tsk tsk tsk, without me, you would have died a long time ago, your I gave you my life, so it’s fine if you don’t get close to me, why is it like having a grudge against the old man?”

He quietly gnawed on a steamed bun in the snow, and ignored him.

It started raining suddenly after he was four years old in Zhancheng, which was blue-gray and continuous.The old man opened the window and saw the first rain, grunting and giggling strangely for a long time.

The first time Xie Shiyi let go of his guard against that old man was when he smashed the old man to eat human flesh.

Lightning and silver snakes rolled and thundered, and blood mixed with rainwater snaked out of the house.The old man hunched over, with green eyes, dragging a newly dead person from nowhere, tearing at the thigh meat in his mouth, chewing it with relish.

Xie Shiyi's first reaction was not to turn around and vomit, but a stone finally fell slowly from his heart.

... As expected.

The old man was stunned when he found out that he was a demon, and he was so frightened that he could hardly hold the bone in his hand.But soon, the green eyes gave him a dark look, and continued humming and eating human flesh.After eating, he fell down and fell asleep.

When the old man woke up the next day and saw the situation in front of him, he suddenly let out a sharp cry.His face was pale, trembling all over, he curled himself into a corner, and muttered like a ghost: "It's coming out again, it's coming out again..." The old man held his arm tightly, tears streaming from his strange eyes Di Da Di Luo said: "Shi Yi, did you see it too, it came out again."

The old man said that there is a monster living in his body, and it often appears out of control. If his eyes turn green, then the monster has come out.

He was so scared and terrified that he broke down and cried loudly in front of a four-year-old child.

Xie Shiyi stood not far from him, holding a sharp stone tightly with his hand hidden in his sleeve, pursing his lips, without saying a word.

The old man allowed himself to collapse in despair for a long time, and after a long time, he went to pick up the remaining corpses like walking corpses, his eyes were dull and his lips trembled, and he vomited while cleaning up.That night, the old man talked to him for a long time, his eyes softened in the candlelight and snow, and he said softly, "Don't be afraid of Shiyi, even if I become a monster, I won't hurt you."

The old man did it.

During a hunting banquet held by Wujia in Zhancheng, the old man followed him as his personal servant.In the woods, the old man's eyes suddenly turned green, and the monster came out again.The old man was ferocious and evil, and killed many people with a knife. The hunting banquet turned into a bloody hell. He fell to the ground, gritted his teeth, and watched the old man slowly approaching with a bloody knife.

The old man's bloody face was still full of madness, but when his eyes fell on him, distortion and struggle appeared in the green eyes again.Like reluctance, like pain, like hesitation.

The old man raised his arms uncontrollably and fell towards him——

At the last moment, the knife changed direction again and slashed at the old man's own shoulder.

The old man snorted, the green light slowly dissipated, he raised his head and his eyes were full of tenderness, and showed him a comforting smile, as if saying silently, "Don't be afraid."

The hunting banquet of the five families in Zhancheng had an accident, the eldest son of the Bai family died, and the old man and him could not escape death.He took the old man down the mountain and fell off the cliff.

There was a shallow stream at the bottom of the cliff, and there were sharp gravels beside the stream, and they were seriously injured, both old and young.He was only four years old, and lost his ability to move after a serious foot injury. The old man ignored the injury on his arm, carried him on his back, and led him outside.

The old man said: "That's fine, let's leave the barrier city and wander around the world."

Xie Shiyi's face was pale because of the pain, and he asked softly, "Why did you do that?"

The old man smiled, and heaved a long sigh: "Oh, there is no reason. Although I saved you because of your mother, after a year of getting along, I really regard you as my grandson. After all Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect……"

Xie Shiyi slowly took out the sharp stone that he had been pinching from his sleeve, and said calmly, "Are you a demon?"

The old man said bitterly: "Oh... I am. Didn't you see it all?"

Xie Shiyi said: "Is the monster in your body a nightmare?"

The old man was obviously resistant and afraid of this question, his body trembled, and then he said seriously: "Yes... I can stop it this time, but I won't know next time. Shiyi, if one day, my eyes When it turns green, you should run quickly, you know?"

Xie Shiyi leaned on his shoulder and suddenly smiled softly.The sharp stone in his hand was raised high, and with all his strength, he cut the old man's throat coldly and mercilessly with a back posture.

There was a snort.

The old man froze completely in place.

Blood spurted, splashed onto the cliff, onto dead branches, and onto Xie Shiyi's eyelashes.

Xie Shiyi jumped off his back,

The old man's throat was slit open, and he couldn't vent his anger. He could only turn around in the dark, his canthus tearing apart, as if he was questioning him——Xie Shiyi, why?

Xie Shiyi got up from the ground, gasped slightly and said: "...Three years after Jinghong, when you rescued me, I saw it. At that time, your eyes were green."

The old man was stiff.

Xie Shiyi raised his head, his eyes pierced the long night like the light of a knife, his breath was unstable, but he still said it gently, word by word.

"No out of control, no curse. The monster in your body, always, is yourself."

All sounds are silent.

I don't know how long the silence lasted. The old man stopped talking. He rolled his eyes in the dark, and finally laughed strangely. The wound on his neck healed automatically, tearing away all the camouflage. A faint green light came out of his eyes, and he said hoarsely : "I have been coveting Liuli Xin for so long, and it really deserves its reputation. I wanted to spend some time to let you show your heart and soul willingly, so forget it now."

The old man stretched out five fingers, a kind of coercion of a monk that could not belong to the world, forcing Xie Shiyi to stagger back.

Xie Shiyi tightly held the sharp stone in his hand, closed his eyes, and counted one, two, three... When he counted to four, someone shouted, "Here?"

The old man was taken aback.

Taking advantage of this moment, Xie Shiyi rushed over, and the stone in his hand pierced the old man's eyeball severely.

The old man groaned and fell backwards. He came to the world to escape.Fleeing from the Qin family's pursuit, his body is broken and his spiritual power is slackened.Meeting Xie Shiyi was a complete surprise.Who would have thought that the child that Zijinzhou sinner Wei Shengzhuang escaped to the world and secretly gave birth to would be Liuli Xin.Glass Heart, Glass Heart, there is nothing more nourishing than it in the whole world.

The old man was about to say something, but his eyeballs suddenly hurt.

"Little bastard!" he cursed in horror.

Xie Shiyi took a deep breath, took the stone in his hand, and once again pierced his throat heavily.He couldn't kill that demon... The one who finally killed the old man was actually a guest of the Bai family.

He lost a lot of blood, his consciousness was blurred, and he couldn't see what the guest looked like at all.All he knew was that when he woke up, he was locked in a cage with a group of people.Although the tragic situation of the hunting feast was caused by demons, but before the truth came out, they were all suspicious people.

Hungry, thirsty, sleepy and tired, Xie Shiyi held the stone tightly in his hand, the sharp edge pierced his skin, and the sharp pain kept him from falling asleep.After all, once you fall asleep, you may never wake up again.

While half dreaming and half awake, he thought of many things, thinking of the moment of hope and grievance that surged up when he was gently caressed by a pair of old hands on the top of his head in the ice and snow.More than 300 days a year, the old man mends his clothes, finds food for him, and keeps him from being bullied.

Still, fake.

all fake.

Rather than saying that the old man is a demon seed parasitized by Nightmare, it is better to say that his "real person" has long since died, and now it is Nightmare himself who occupies his body.

Nightmare is cunning and hypocritical, and is always able to confuse people's hearts.

Fortunately, he saw those green eyes in the first meeting in the wind and snow.He was always awake and never lost.luckily.

At this time, someone in the hunger and thirst handed over a bowl of porridge, "Why are they locked up here, they are all going to starve to death."

I couldn't hear whose voice it was, but something happened in the back, and the noise was like a tidal wave.

"Young master, be careful!"

"Ah, it hurts!"

"The young master is bleeding, hurry up, hurry up, take the young master down to bandage!"

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooish."

Later, he was woken up by someone pulling his hair, and someone handed him a bowl of porridge.

The porridge was thick, with a few drops of blood stained on it.

"Eat quickly! Don't starve to death!"

The old man was a nightmare throughout his childhood.The scene of the old man sitting on the corpse with green eyes and mouth full of blood on a night of thunder and rain still lingered in his mind.

Nightmare is the curse of the demon god, an evil thing separated from people.

Therefore, he can only guess carefully, carefully, and carefully about Yan's hypocrisy and hypocrisy.

You see, when he chopped off his arm in the hunting forest and looked at him, even the pain and struggle were so real.

At the end of Chunshui Taohua's road, he was rescued by Le Zhan.The immortal, elegant and easy-going fairy told him that if he went to the upper heaven, he could go to Wangqingzong to find him.The immortal who rescued him also said: He was born with a heart of glazed glass, which is very suitable for practicing the way of ruthlessness.

He refused both of these things.

Glass heart, glass heart again.Xie Shiyi has never liked such illusory things, so he doesn't like Yan Qing.Regardless of whether Yan Qing is Yan or not, he has 1 reasons to kill him.

Since he was born, he has been living in the wind and snow. His heart has long been frozen by ice and snow, and thorns and poisonous vines are entwined into a wall.

The old man spent a year teaching him never to believe in evil things.

All the things in the world related to the demon seed, one after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, are also telling him the insidiousness and viciousness of Yan.

but.

At the age of five, on the roof of Midsummer Night, an absurd thought crossed his mind: Maybe I can trust him.

Trust him, listen to his lead, allow his approach.

Going to the back, I thought even more absurdly: Maybe Yan Qing really didn't have any ill intentions towards me.

Until the night when Xiange graduated, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, and was fascinated by the memory of the cool touch on his lips at that time.

A little bit of clues, let every little bit of detail after that become a fire one after another, starting to burn the reason.

The heart is like glass.

Did he really not hear, not notice, or suspect?

He heard the bells trembling in the corner of the eaves in the wind, and his heartbeat was as deafening as the chirping of cicadas.

He noticed Yan Qing's trembling fingertips in the darkness, panicking like a butterfly caught in a spider's web.

The red candle was tied in knots, and the wedding dress was like blood. He wondered if the reason for his insomnia had something to do with him.

Will it be...

Really...

Is it...

Then, those tiny, non-sentence absurd thoughts were all smashed into powder in the 35 years of Jinghong.

The moment he fell into the sea, the Lihun Orb shattered... Even though he was dying, he still retained his reason, wanted to open his eyes, and wanted to see his true appearance.But this time, at the bottom of the deep sea, he met a pair of emerald green eyes.The streamer is bright, better than all the treasures in the world.

What followed was a hand that pinched his neck.