Waiting for the wind, waiting for the rain, waiting for your return

A dense white fog appeared in front of my eyes, and the entire world was pure white.Xiao Zhongyuan passed through the white mist, and his eyes suddenly opened up. Among the undulating hills, there are bamboo forests forming a sea, and the mountains and flowers are romantic.The houses are like houses, rice paddies and traffic, lakes and dams are criss-crossed, and a group of villagers who go home together in the smoke from the cooking, is forgetting to return home!

All are alive!Xiao Zhongyuan's heart was sour and joyful at the same time, he stared blankly at everything in front of him.

Uncle Wei led Wei Ying through the village road, and Wei Ying waved his hands with a bright smile: "Brother Zhongyuan is good." Her figure was so vivid, like a swaying red peony in the setting sun.Xiao Zhongyuan suddenly felt that what remained in his memory was just a nightmare, and everything in front of him was the real present.

Suddenly his body was hugged from behind, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "So you are here, Auntie called us home for dinner." Jun Fu rubbed his chin against his neck, softly The soft breath sprayed on the neck, itchy and warm.

"Aniang?" Xiao Zhongyuan didn't react for a moment, whose aunt, Ah Fu's aunt was not there when he was born, could it be...?My heart jumped up uncontrollably!

"Yes." Jun Fu took Xiao Zhongyuan's hand, interlocked his fingers, and pulled him towards the direction of the house: "I've called you so many times, A Niang, aren't you used to it, my lady?" .”

"..." What did you call me?Xiao Zhongyuan raised his eyebrows, just about to explode, he remembered that he was in the illusion woven by Fu Mengqin.Well, forget it, in the illusion, I don't care about you.Xiao Zhongyuan obediently let this Ah Fu lead him to walk in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The trees under the slight sun burn far into the autumn mountains.The pale golden sunlight cut the shadows of the two into a warm silhouette, casting them on the familiar bluestone path.

Getting closer and closer to home, gradually you can see the wooden fence in front of the small courtyard... Xiao Zhongyuan's hand unconsciously clenched Junfu, and even his breathing became a little disordered.

"Aniang, we're back." Jun Fu pushed open the courtyard door, startling a few chickens and ducks flying around.

The bamboo curtain of a thatched hut was opened, and a woman in plain clothes and sarong walked out. The black and white figure in the memory was slowly colored in the aftermath of the setting sun, and finally the colors became incomparably vivid. Xiao Zhongyuan almost burst into tears. Exactly the same, it's really Auntie!

Yue Lian still held clean bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and smiled softly: "Yuan'er, why are you in a daze, come and eat, today I cooked your favorite braised mandarin fish."

Jun Fu pulled Xiao Zhongyuan to sit down at the Sifang table: "I met him today with such a foolish appearance."

Xiao Zhongyuan just looked at Yue Lian greedily, he couldn't see or hear anything else.

Yue Lian took a piece of fish belly and put it in Xiao Zhongyuan's bowl: "What's wrong with this child today, isn't there a flower blooming on Wei Niang's face? You look like you're about to cry."

Before the tears fell, Xiao Zhongyuan turned his head quickly, took a small mouthful of rice, the tears were salty, but it was sweet in his mouth.

The three of them finished the meal happily, and chatted about some trivial things in life that they forgot to return home. Although they mostly talked about the family members in the neighborhood, Xiao Zhongyuan listened very happily, and occasionally added a few words.

Yue Lian got up to clean up the dishes, but Jun Fu rushed to say, "Aniang, I'll help you."

Yue Lian smiled and said: "No, I can do it myself, A Fu, you and A Yuan went to the yard to sort the medicinal materials, Village Chief Wei and the others brought them here in the morning, and I haven't had time to sort them out yet."

Jun Fu raised his head and smiled brightly, his brows and eyes curved: "Okay, I will listen to Auntie, Auntie is the best."

Yue Lian pinched Jun Fu's face and smiled broadly: "Your little mouth is the best at making people happy!"

Sure enough, this illusion will be built according to the things you are most attached to in your heart, so as to relieve the suffering in your heart, and you will not be able to get out of it.But why did I know so clearly that this was an illusion?

Xiao Zhongyuan rolled up his sleeves and walked to Yue Lian's side: "Aniang, let me come."

Yue Lian pushed Xiao Zhongyuan out and said: "It's just a few bowls, soon, you go to the yard to sort the medicinal materials with Ah Fu, they will be used tomorrow."

Xiao Zhongyuan had no choice but to walk out the door step by step.

When he came to the courtyard, there was a man in a bamboo-colored robe sitting in front of the unoccupied stone table. His facial features were handsome, and his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Xiao Zhongyuan's.

Jun Fuqi said: "Who are you?..." Before he finished speaking, the time around him suddenly seemed to stand still, and even the chickens in the yard fluttered their wings and became a still picture.

The man waved his hand and transformed into a set of tea sets on the stone table, and raised his head towards Xiao Zhongyuan with a smile: "The Longjing is just cooked before the rain, Mr. Xiao, would you like to have a drink together?"

Xiao Zhongyuan saw that he had no malice, so he sat down at the table: "Your Excellency knows me? The people who appear in this dreamland are all people from past memories, but I don't seem to know you."

The man poured the warm tea soup into the cup, and there were still a few white plum petals floating on the surface of the tea: "Are you wondering why a fantasy was created for you, but you didn't fall into a dream?"

Xiao Zhongyuan waited for his answer.

The man smiled and said, "Because I didn't let you fall into a dream, you may have heard my name, Dongyang."

"Dong... Dongyang Shangxian?" Xiao Zhongyuan was not sure. There was a record about Dongyang in "Zhen Shen Ji". Emperor Jun Tiandi killed the demon star and Houqing once obtained the Fumengqin, and then bestowed it on Dongyang Shangxian.At that time, among the six realms, Dongyang Shangxian was the best at the melody. He felt that the Fumengqin was too aggressive, so he was inspired by the Mount Sumeru Buddhist Dharma Association, and he and his wife, the goddess of flowers, Ziyi, created the "Ten Fang Fanghua" sheet music. Every time I play it, it is just to cross the spirit of thousands of resentful spirits in the piano.

Dongyang nodded, with a slightly gloomy look on his face: "Shifang Fanghua has a double tune, which can exert the greatest power of the Fumengqin, seduce the soul of people, and create a illusory realm that will never be revealed. The father's order back then must not be violated. I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me, and I also committed a lot of killing karma. Therefore, after retiring from the world, I vowed to get rid of the grievances in the piano, so that their souls can enter the underworld for redemption. Sins of the past."

Xiao Zhongyuan took the teacup, and smelled the cold fragrance of white plums: "But I don't know why I am trapped in this dream piano and obey the orders of Bai Changting, the fox master of Qingqiu, in the body of Dongyang Shangxian?"

Dongyang took a sip of tea, and said slowly, "Back then, people all said that I escaped from the world because of love, but they didn't know that I was infected by the evil spirit in the Fumengqin, and gradually couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion. Ziyi and I were finally trapped in the floating world." I can't get it out of Mengqin. Over the past ten thousand years, I have crossed the resentful spirits in the qin and returned to the six realms of reincarnation. It has also realized that Zi Yi and I have the responsibility for the common people, and he will not have to bear it all.

Later, by chance, Fu Mengqin was obtained by Bai Changting by chance.Changting was not loved by the old fox master of Qingqiu, so he lived in Luanchuan since he was a child, and was raised by Mu Qingyi.Chang Ting was still young at the time, so he didn't know that this was an ancient artifact that the world coveted. He just rubbed the sheet music carved on the body of the qin and gave it to Mu Qingyi.He is always fond of music, so I often call him into the floating dreamland to teach him piano skills, and ask him to keep this secret, but I never thought that I would harm the Luanchuan family, so I always feel guilty.

Later, the Eight Great Immortals broke the border seal of Luanchuan on the grounds that the Fumengqin caused the disaster of Xunzhou Hundred Ghosts at Night, and when Luanchuan was destroyed, Bai Changting found out that the Qin he had obtained was the Fumengqin.

Luanchuan once asked Qingqiu for help, but the old fox master of Qingqiu was wise enough to protect himself and did not help.Afterwards, Qi Yao from Kunlun Ruins was left alone in Xuanqing, but Changting no longer trusted the people in the fairy sect, so he fled back to Qingqiu with eight-year-old Mu Yunjin to seek asylum. "

"Shangxian also knows Master Mu... Yun Jin?" If counted by age, he should be called Senior Sister.

Dongyang narrowed his eyes for a long while before continuing: "Mu Yunjin witnessed the destruction of Luanchuan with his own eyes, and the family scattered, and he was in pain. After entering Qingqiu, Chang Ting, as an unfavored prince of the demon clan, was made even more difficult for protecting Yunjin, and became a Changting's weakness in competing for the position of fox master. She didn't want to be a burden at all, so she tried to help Changting get rid of the strongest competitor by doing everything together, and she survived.

There are only two ways to live the soul and enter the dream. One is that the person who enters the dream is willing to enter the dream, and the other is that the person who plays the piano has a stronger spiritual power than the person who enters the dream.

After ten years of dormancy, Bai Changting finally won the title of Qingqiu fox master in the power struggle of the Qingqiu fox clan. The altar was conferred the title of demon king, announced to the six worlds, and became the body of a half-god and half-demon.There are few opponents in the Three Realms.

The blood of the fox clan in Qingqiu has the miraculous effect of life and death, flesh and bones, so Chang Ting has been using his heart and blood to nourish Mu Yunjin's body, which will not rot for a hundred years.And her obsession is too deep, and the illusory world I created has never been able to let her fall into a dream and escape from suffering and long-lasting hatred.I couldn't transform, so I let her soul re-enter the body.

Shura Mirror and Fumengqin, as the ancient artifacts refined by Emperor Fuxi back then, can capture the soul of a human being. If they do not enter the cycle of the underworld, it is against the law of heaven, and returning the soul to the body is even more against the sky.I was already deeply infected by the demon energy, and time is running out. The two races of gods and demons will not enter the cycle of reincarnation. If you don't die, you will become a demon. "

Dongyang slightly opened the collar of his collar, Xiao Zhongyuan saw black lines winding up his meridians, his eyes were full of ferociousness.

"So people who are infected by the magic energy will have such black lines?"

Dongyang covered his clothes, and the tea was already slightly cold: "Yes, as long as there is a demon in the heart, it will be infected by the demonic energy. It is born from the golden core and circulates throughout the body. When these black lines spread to the eyebrows and eyes, it will be full of hostility. There is no way to cross, only to kill."

Putting away the tea set with a wave, he got up and said, "Young Master Xiao, please follow me."