When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

The scroll burned to the end, and the gray smoke dissipated suddenly, but the miserable young man in the picture was branded into Xie Shi's heart.

His fingers hanging by his side moved, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he asked, "What happened later? Later, how is Chen Yu doing?"

"Dead." Xie Zhiwei replied regretfully.

Xie Shi showed surprise on his face: "Dead?"

"Frequent battles have damaged his foundation, and his cultivation has been stagnant in the Qi refining stage. Immortal Wenyuan never thought about cultivating him with all his heart." Xie Zhiwei made a trick, cleared the remaining ashes on the ground, and continued, "A certain time After the battle, he succumbed to his injuries."

Xie Shi clenched his fingers tightly, the knuckles were completely white.

He opened his mouth and asked another question: "Since Immortal Yuan can predict the fate, did he predict that Chen Yuxiu would stagnate and die after a certain battle, and that's why he was so indifferent to his own child?"

Xie Zhiwei shook his head and said, "I don't know, maybe."

After hearing what happened to Chen Yu, the young Tianjiao, the cave fell into a long silence.

Xie Zhiwei sighed in his heart, while Xie Shi subconsciously looked at Yan Yu who was at the side.

Yan Yu put his arms behind his head and was lying on the haystack to doze off. He didn't say a word the whole time, as if he wasn't interested in Chen Yu's story.

The wind was howling outside, the rain was pouring, and the damp and cold air was passed into the cave through the open hole.

Xie Shi added more firewood to the fire to make the fire burn vigorously, thus increasing the temperature in the cave.

The firelight shone on Yan Yu's face, making his cold white complexion glow with warmth.

Xie Shi walked over, took off his outer robe, lightly draped it over Yan Yu who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, quietly returned to his seat, and meditated to rest.

The three people in the cave are distributed in a triangle shape, neither far nor close, and they are clearly separated.

Xie Zhiwei sat between Yan Yu and Xie Shi, separating them just right.Seeing that both Yan Yu and Xie Shi had rested, he took out the storybook he found in Zangshu Pavilion from the storage space.

The pages of the book are yellowed, and there are black mildew spots on the corners, exuding the smell of decay over the years.

But Xie Zhiwei, who is a bit of a clean freak, doesn't dislike it. He holds it carefully in his hand, opens it gently, and reads the short stories inside.

Time seemed to go back to when he was ten years old.

He entered Wenyuan Mansion for the first time and wanted to go to Zangshu Pavilion to read a book, but accidentally lost his way and walked on the winding stone road in fear.

A handyman disciple three years older than him saw it and kindly sent him to his destination.

The two have been married ever since.

Xie Zhiwei asked, "What's your name?"

"Wu Ming, what about you?" the handyman disciple replied.

Xie Zhiwei thought about it, and felt that getting lost was too embarrassing for the son of the Xie family, so he didn't tell the other party his real name, but said words.

"My name is... Xie Hengzhi." He said.

Xie Zhiwei often went to Zangshuge to read books, while Wu Ming was mainly responsible for arranging the bookshelves of Zangshuge, so the two often met and gradually became acquainted.

Xie Zhiwei had never met someone as miserable as Wu Ming in the first half of his life.

His family was poor, he was sick, his mother died young, and his only relative was his father, but his father didn't love him at all.

At that time, Xie Zhiwei felt sad for Wu Ming's situation, but Wu Ming himself was very optimistic.

He said: "Although I was miserable in the past, but now that I have joined the Wenyuan Mansion, my father will pay more attention to me if I can give him face. Moreover, there are many disciples in the Wenyuan Mansion, so I can make many immortal cultivator friends. "

With that said, Wu Ming took out a sparrow from the pocket of his coarse clothes and handed it to Xie Zhiwei.

"You are my first friend here, and this sparrow I just caught this morning is given to you as a gift for getting to know each other."

The sparrow was still a young bird with a light yellow beak and a ball of fluff, squatting in Xie Zhiwei's hand and trembling.

Xie Zhiwei puts the sparrow back into the nest together with Wu Ming.

The next day, Wu Ming gave him another piece of fish, which was still cooked, sprinkled with cumin evenly, and had a tangy aroma.

Xie Zhiwei stared at the grilled fish, swallowed, resolutely let go of the kind thoughts in his heart, and decided to use his stomach to save the poor fish.

Seeing him eating happily, Wu Ming smiled happily himself.

Day and night changed in Wenyuan mansion, Xie Zhiwei became friends with this handyman disciple named Wu Ming.

Xie Zhiwei, the son of the Xie family, has a high status and often encounters people who intentionally try to get close to him. At first, he also suspected that Wu Ming's friendship with him was for ulterior motives.

But as the number of days of getting along increased, he found that Wu Ming's purpose was very pure, which was to find someone who could talk and chat.

In Wenyuan Mansion, few people seem to be willing to play with him, listen to him speak, and no one cares about him.

Wu Ming is low-key, without any sense of presence, just like a transparent person.Sometimes, when Xie Zhiwei asked others about Wu Ming, a handyman disciple, the answer he got was that he didn't know.

In Xie Zhiwei's eyes, Wu Ming is a person worthy of admiration despite being in adversity but still having hope.

He decided to help him, wrote a letter to Xie's elders, and found a job for Wu Ming to manage the Xie's warehouse.

Although the status of this errand is average, the salary is generous, including food and lodging, and in his spare time, he can go to the family school to attend and learn the formulas of swordsmanship.There is no delay in making money and practicing.Moreover, with his own face, other people dare not easily bully him.

Xie Zhiwei believes that this job can improve Wu Ming's situation and make this friend's life less miserable.

He was worried that the stubborn Wu Ming would reject his kindness, so he typed the draft for a long time, and revised the wording to be tactful and subtle, trying not to hurt the other party's self-esteem.

However, before Xie Zhiwei told Wu Ming the good news, he suddenly found that he could not find him.

He asked all over Zangshu Pavilion, but no one knew Wu Ming's whereabouts, and he ran all over Wenyuan Mansion, but still got nothing.

During this process, Xie Zhiwei learned the news that the Immortal Wenyuan had captured the Demon Seed, and also heard that the Demon Seed had killed some people in Wenyuan Mansion before he was arrested.

He suspected that Wu Ming was among them, so he went to the prison overnight to interrogate the demon species.

The prison was cold and damp, filled with the stinky smell of blood, and the light was so dim that people's faces could not be seen clearly.

The hands and feet of the demon species were penetrated by chains, and they were firmly tied to the wooden frame. His head was drooping, his face was covered by messy hair, his clothes were torn and bloodstained.

Xie Zhiwei frowned and looked at the filthy prisoner in front of him, his heart flashed with surprise, he didn't expect that the notorious demon was a thin 13-year-old boy.

Same as Wu Ming...

However, this idea was quickly extinguished by Xie Zhiwei himself.He repeatedly warned himself not to be deceived by the pitiful disguise of the devil. Wu Ming has a kind heart and will never commit murder.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhiwei immediately calmed down, his eyes were indifferent and clean, looking at the demon species being tortured in the prison was like looking at a pile of mud.

"Wu Ming? Have you met this person?" Xie Zhiwei asked straight to the point.

The demon seed in front of him seemed not very conscious, and it took a while before he responded.He tried to raise his head and look at the person in front of him, but his cervical spine was injured and his neck movement was difficult.

After a few failed attempts, he gave up.

A hoarse voice sounded in the prison, and he asked, "Who are you?"

Xie Zhiwei didn't bother to tell the monster his name, frowned, and replied, "It's none of your business."

"What do you want him for?" the devil asked again.

"It's none of your business!" Xie Zhiwei urged coldly, "Hurry up and answer my question!"

A long silence followed.

"What's your... problem?" The demon seed asked confusedly, "I forgot..."

Xie Zhiwei's temper suddenly rose.

He already had a cleanliness habit, and he was already very upset after staying in this dirty and smelly prison for so long.

In addition, the demon seed asked him to repeat what he had said, Xie Zhiwei felt that he was teasing himself.

However, thinking of Wu Ming, he gritted his teeth, suppressed his anger, and said word by word: "Let me ask you, have you seen Wu Ming?"

"Heh," the demon suddenly laughed, with a smug tone in his tone, "Yes, I'll kill him."

"you!"

Xie Zhiwei rushed forward, grabbed the demon's clothes, and forced him to look at him.

The devil's face was covered with dirt, and he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly. His eyes were also dark red, and his pupils were out of focus, as if he couldn't see clearly.

But Xie Zhiwei did not feel overwhelmed by the tragedy.

At that moment, in his heart, Wu Ming who was killed by the demon was the most innocent and miserable person. He was like a flower blooming in the mud, born towards the sun, optimistic and persistent, and should have an infinitely bright and beautiful future.

But now everything is over, Wu Ming died in the hands of the demon.

"Do you know!" Xie Zhiwei's heart was filled with sadness and anger, his lips were trembling, "He will soon be free from suffering and live a better life! Why did you kill him?"

The demon seed was baffled by what he said, and he couldn't figure out the situation, but this didn't stop him from laughing and mocking.

"A good day?" said the demon. "It's someone else's good day, not mine. I hate those people who think they can make their lives better through hard work."

"I'm in pain, and others can't think about it! That's why I killed Wu Ming."

"He is too stupid, too ridiculous, and too easy to give everything for a little warmth. Such a naive person can only be relieved if he dies!"

Xie Zhiwei could hear the cruel bloodthirsty in his words, pinched his fingers hard, and his eyes became colder and colder.

He didn't cry, but turned the grief of his friend's death into deep hatred.

Xie Zhiwei slowly loosened the demon seed's clothes, took a step back, away from the wooden frame, and stared at him viciously.

He thought that the real name of the demon seed was Yan Yu, so he cursed coldly with anger: "Yan Yu, you must die!"

After finishing speaking, Xie Zhiwei left the prison and Wenyuan Mansion without wanting to stay longer.

In the same year, the Tianjiao Chen Yu also died, but the Demon Seed Yan Yu seriously injured Immortal Wenyuan, fled back to the Demon Realm, and became the Demon Lord.

Whenever thinking of the experiences of Wu Ming, Chen Yu, and Yan Yu, Xie Zhiwei couldn't help itching his teeth, and said with emotion: "Good people don't live long, but scourges last a thousand years."

In his view, both Wu Ming and Chen Yu are poor people who have been teased by fate. Although their fate is unfortunate, they have always worked hard and never gave up on themselves or resigned themselves to depravity.

Only Yan Yu was a born villain.He was born in darkness, addicted to blood, and dismissive of light.

During the short conversation in the prison before, Xie Zhiwei had a faint feeling that this person's character was extremely paranoid, and he would definitely commit more crimes after becoming a Demon Lord.

Therefore, after Xie Zhiwei worshiped the Lingyun Sect as the Son of God, he has been working hard to cultivate all the time, so that one day he can get rid of this scourge for the common people in the world.

The teachings of the elders of the family and the masters of the sect further strengthened his determination.

……

Xie Zhiwei caressed the yellowed pages in his hand, his eyes slowly scanned the contents of the storybook.

When asking Yuanfu, Wu Ming often shared the stories in this book with him.

Whenever it is said that the protagonist of the story has gone through untold hardships and lived a happy life, the young boy's eyes will show strong expectations, and there will be a satisfied smile on his face, as if he has become the protagonist.

At that time, Xie Zhiwei sat cross-legged beside him, propped his chin with his hands, looked back at him with a smile, and encouraged and wished him well.

In his memory, Wu Ming told him stories with happy endings.

Xie Zhiwei subconsciously thought that the contents of this book were all like this, but when he read the first story while recalling the past, he found that there seemed to be something wrong.

Why did everyone die at the end of the story?

Xie Zhiwei frowned first, and then slowly relaxed, a faint smile appeared on his usually cold face, mixed with bitterness and joy.

He easily figured out the key.It was Wu Ming who changed the ending of the story.

The young man had hope in his heart and yearned for the light, so he couldn't bear the tragedy, and forced to tell all the stories into a happy happy ending.

This thought is naive, but pure.

However, such a naive and optimistic boy died.

Died at the hands of Yan Yu, a cold-blooded devil!

Thinking of the past, Xie Zhiwei's eyes turned cold, he couldn't help raising his head, and glared at Yan Yu who was in the same cave with hatred.

I don't know when it started, Yan Yu opened his eyes from his doze, and was staring blankly at the storybook in Xie Zhiwei's hand.

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