The villain is addicted to my furry

Surging spiritual power covered Zhou Yutang's body, and for a moment he almost felt that his soul was sucked out.The picture scroll opened involuntarily, and even Zhou Yutang couldn't resist the scorching white light, and the piercing tears nearly blinded him.

After finally surviving until the light weakened, he blinked, his eyes were black and white, strange and bizarre.

Zhou Yutang turned into a human body and held the "Black Feather" fan tightly for self-defense. His sight was still unavailable, but his ears were extremely sensitive. He heard the sound of "humming" wind and the sound of waves constantly beating on the beach.

Zhou Yutang was in a turmoil.

Could it be that he was sucked into the fantasy world by the fairy in the painting?

The sight gradually recovered, and the vast sea appeared in front of him. The sea breeze was blowing gently, rushing straight into the nostrils with a unique smell of dampness.The sky was blue and cloudless, and a few seagulls soared into the sky, which was a refreshing sight.

Zhou Yutang looked around, but there was no sign of Xie Yang.On the contrary, it was the place where he was that surprised him. This island is picturesque with beautiful waters and mountains, numerous mountains and mountains, all kinds of rare and exotic grasses are connected into a magnificent sea of ​​flowers, singing and dancing, clouds are steaming and rosy, and the scenery is beautiful. What a wonderland on earth!

Could it be here.

Qianli Gallery! ?

Zhou Yutang hurriedly walked towards the island.This is a fantasy world, not a memory, so people in the fantasy world can "see" themselves. If someone from Qianli Gallery finds out that an unknown person has landed on the island, they will definitely cause trouble.

Zhou Yutang hid and hid all the way, haunted by ghosts and ghosts. After passing a quiet gravel path, his vision widened. He saw a group of female nuns in neon clothes and feather clothes. They held colored threads and seven-hole needles in their hands. Is it Saiqiao?

Zhou Yutang was startled.

t/Xi Festival?

Wasn't that the day of Shendao at Qianli Gallery?Xie Yang is going to see the truth about Miemen?

But in the original book, Xie Yang snatched the Immortal in the painting during the battle of the Taishang Xianmen, and fled thousands of miles to protect the treasure of the teacher's gate. On the way to be chased by Rong Shangqing, he had to use the magic weapon, and then entered the fantasy world to learn everything the truth.

It is now advanced!

Zhou Yutang was shocked, could it be because of the seven files?

Xie Yang has seven scrolls added to his body, and his cultivation level is further advanced, so the connection with the immortal in the painting is stronger, so the moment Lu Jiao releases the immortal in the painting, the magic weapon smells the breath of the descendants of Qianli Gallery, which is unreasonable They came straight to Xie Yang!

Just as Zhou Yutang was thinking, there was warm applause from the crowd in the distance, and an elderly old lady leaned on a cane, hunched over her back, and presented the Saiqiao prize with a smile. "Today is the little prince's birthday. Ladies and gentlemen, while praying for marriage, don't forget to pray to the heavens for the little prince's safety and longevity!"

The girls nodded and smiled and said, "Elder, don't worry, everyone will remember it!" Write down auspicious words to the young master on the red paper, then put the red paper into a sachet and hang the longevity tree, everyone don't forget .

After Zhou Yutang listened to a few words, he quietly went to the center of the entire island - Qingming Shanghe Palace.

Qianli Gallery is isolated from the outside world, and there will be no outsiders to disturb it, so naturally there will be no guards and precautions. It is also the Qixi Festival, and young Manchus are busy celebrating the festival. Giving gifts and talking about love, Zhou Yutang sneaked in. Easy, like no man's land.

Entering "Three Friends of Sui Han", according to the few descriptions in the original book, Zhou Yutang respectively recalled that the head of Xie lived in "Cangsong" and Xie Zhaohe lived in "Yazhu", so Zhou Yutang went to the bedroom where the young master lived in "Hanmei" ".In order to hide his whereabouts, he jumped up the tree. From his angle, he could clearly see the blind corner in the bedroom, and no one was there.

Zhou Yutang muttered, suddenly realized, Zhou Yutang knocked his hard head angrily.

What a stupid bird!

Xie Yang finally had the chance to see his mother who "resurrected from the dead", how could he honestly sleep in his own room, of course he had to go to "Ya Zhu" to see his mother!

Zhou Yutang jumped off the tree, suddenly a voice came from behind him: "Who is it?"

Like a rat falling into a rice vat, Zhou Yutang, who was caught upright, panicked. He hurriedly turned his head to look, but there was no one there.

Subconsciously moved his gaze upwards, there was a crooked neck tree ten steps away from him, and a boy was sitting on the crooked neck tree, about five or six years old, a small ball, with a sweet and round immature face, The clear pupils are like the snow springs of Tianshan Mountains, untouched by the world's dust and turbidity.The boy wore a long life lock around his neck, and was wearing a vermilion brocade jacket. The neckline and cuffs were embroidered with intricate and exquisite patterns with gold thread, and Zhou Yutang's familiar pattern was embroidered on the front, which seemed to be Mr. Don't Forget. Heart, the whole dress is extravagant and elegant, and the little boy lining it is Minggui and charming.

Zhou Yutang was dumbfounded, why does this kid look familiar?

Holding a bright red apple in his left hand and a book in his right, the boy jumped from the tree to the ground, as light as a swallow.He took two steps towards Zhou Yutang, and asked in a childish voice, "Who are you?"

Han Hui" "Damn, it's cute!

Zhou Yutang knelt down and looked at the boy at the same level: "What's your name, little guy?"

The boy puffed up his cheeks: "I'm not called a little guy. You trespassed on my yard, are you a bad person?"

Zhou Yutang was slightly taken aback.Could this child be.... "Have you ever seen such a good-looking bad guy?" Zhou Yutang pointed at himself brazenly.

The boy was stunned, speechless because of beauty: "Oh."

Zhou Yutang said solemnly: "You are the host and I am the guest, as the host, shouldn't you give your name first to show respect and courtesy?

The boy was stupefied for a moment, so as the host, he politely said to the uninvited visitor of unknown origin: "My name is Xie Yang, and my grandfather is the head of Qianli Gallery."

really!

Zhou Yutang's eyes were condensed.

The power of the fairy in the painting is so strong, Xie Yang's memory was completely washed out, his consciousness was blurred, he thought he was still five years old, he thought he was still in the Qianli Gallery, and returned to the day of Miemen, but he himself knew nothing about it Know!

One of the abilities of Immortal in Painting is "Record".

This magic weapon records the history of Qianli Gallery for nearly ten thousand years, each period of history is its own fantasy world, and the holder of the treasure can walk through it at will to glimpse the traces of history.

But what he saw and heard at this moment was just the last piece of history recorded by the fairy in the painting.

Since it is history, it cannot be changed. As a bystander, Zhou Yutang can only do so.Even if the historical records were changed at all costs, that would be meaningless, because this is a fantasy world, not reality!

Poor Xie Yang has to experience the scene of the whole family being massacred, the scene of his mother committing suicide in despair, and the scene of the entire island being burned to the ground.

Zhou Yutang's heart ached uncontrollably.

It was too cruel, too cruel.

But Xie Yang had to face it! "Don't be afraid." Zhou Yutang gently pulled the boy into his arms and said softly, "I will face it with you, and I will always be by Master's side."

The boy froze, subconsciously tilted his head and sniffed Zhou Yutang's hair, a strange fragrance permeated his heart, both familiar and strange: "Have I seen you before?"

After he asked this question, he was rejected by himself. Since he was born, he has never left Qianli Gallery, so how could he meet outsiders?

Also, there is a blood deed imprint on this person's forehead, what is he... The boy said blankly, "You call me master?" "Yeah." Zhou Yutang smiled and nodded, "I am your spiritual pet."

This is even more outrageous.

Don't you know if you have a spiritual pet? "Young master."

A beautiful female voice came, and the boy turned his head to look: "Aunt Qing."

Looking back, the boy was slightly stunned, and the extremely beautiful elder brother was gone.

Qing Zhi is wearing a blue fairy dress, wearing a jade-colored gardenia bu yao on her head, her face is elegant, and her smile is sweet: "What are you looking at?"

The boy instinctively concealed it and said, "No."

Qing Zhi didn't care, she summoned the maid who was following her, and pointed to the tray in the maid's hand with her eyes: "This is your birthday gift from your mother."

The tray was covered with brocade cloth, and when it was lifted, there was a treasured sword lying inside.The tentacles are cold, the cold air is curling up, Ling Guang is restrained, and he is not ordinary at first glance.

Qingzhi said: "This sword is perfect for your natal spiritual weapon, how about giving it a name?"

The name will accompany the spirit weapon for a lifetime, so it cannot be perfunctory.

It's a pity that the boy searched and searched but couldn't find a satisfactory name, and the tip of his anxious nose was sweating. "It's not in a hurry to name the spirit weapon. Little Shou Xing is busy today. First go to see your mother with Aunt Qing, and let's go to the ancestral hall to pay homage to your father!"

The boy actually has no feelings for his father, and he can't be blamed for being cold-blooded. After all, he has never met him since he was born, let alone enjoyed even a moment of his father's love. The so-called "dad" is just a concept, a word.

He obediently knelt on the futon and worshiped the tablet with his mother Xie Zhaohe.

Every time he came to pay homage to his father, the mother who missed her husband couldn't help but shed tears, and while she was sad, she kept telling him what kind of person his father was.

His father's name was Lu Yuehe. His father suffered a shipwreck and was exiled to Qianli Gallery. He lost his memory due to a severe blow to the head. He only remembered his surname Lu, and he didn't know anything else.

His mother had always been kind-hearted and couldn't bear his innocent death, so she secretly rescued him and settled him in a hidden cave by the coast.Qianli Gallery has long had ancestors' precepts that outsiders are not welcome to enter the island. My mother would never dare to bring strangers into the Shanghe Palace during the Qingming Festival. She can only secretly take some healing medicine from home and visit her father in the cave every day.

The mother is delicate and pretty, with a charming charm, and the father is graceful and handsome, with both talent and appearance.Unmarried men and unmarried women, lonely men and widows will inevitably fall in love with each other for a long time. The mother is devoted to the father, and the father also has no regrets for the mother's death. He even named himself Lu Yuehe to show his deep love for his mother.

The grandfather soon found out about this, and firmly opposed it, even wanting to kill his father to silence him. The mother begged on her knees, and the father was also a tough guy, who was neither humble nor overbearing in the face of a knife and stick, and insisted that he was not a mother in this life. If you don't marry, you will have no regrets even if you die.

His sincerity not only brought tears to his mother's eyes, but also moved his grandfather.

Grandpa thinks that he has a pure and kind personality, extraordinary conversation, high self-cultivation, and a wealth of knowledge. He is indeed a rare young talent. The most important thing is that he really loves his daughter.So he made a condition that if his father is willing to stay in Qianli Gallery in this life, he can't leave even if he recovers his memory in the future.

The father was ecstatic and agreed.

The two held a grand and grand wedding, and half a year after their marriage, their mother became pregnant.

Because the father is considered a child, the child born will take the mother's surname as a matter of course.

It is a pity that before the child was born, the father went fishing once and never came back.

Later, my grandfather sent his disciples to search for it many times, and the sky paid off. Finally, he found the boat in which his father was riding in the vast sea, but the deck was covered with blood, and the hull was in tatters after being hacked with knives and swords. There is a piece of blood-stained clothes corner, which is the clothes sewed by the mother herself, and the father wears it every time he goes out, and he can't put it down.

In addition, there are two other pitch-black cloaks floating on the sea surface, embroidered with silver thread Epiphyllum on the cloaks, this is the symbol of the disciples of the Night Palace.

From all the signs, it is not difficult to guess the result. When my father went to sea, he ran into Yegong Moxiu who came to investigate the location of Qianli Gallery. The two sides fought fiercely and died together.

Her father was buried in the sea, and her mother was distraught, crying day and night to wash her face. Life would be better than death. If she was not pregnant with a child, she would have to die in love and follow her deceased husband. "There are a lot of things to do today, and the little birthday star is exhausted." Xie Zhaohe waved to Qing Zhi beside him, "Take the young master back to "Han Mei" to rest, and wake him up again next year." "Yes." Qing Zhi came to help the boy When he got up, the boy stood stiff and motionless on the futon, but his small body couldn't resist the adults' strength at all, and was easily lifted up by Qing Zhi. "No, I won't go." An inexplicable panic welled up in the boy's heart that he couldn't explain clearly, he shook off Qingzhi's hand and rushed towards his mother, "I want to stay by Mother's side." "You What's wrong with the child?" Xie Zhaohe was puzzled, thinking that her son has always been well-behaved and sensible, far more mature than children of the same age, never crying and throwing temper tantrums, could it be that he learned to act like a baby one year older?

Xie Zhaohe squatted down, and gently pressed his pale jade fingers to the side of the boy's face: "Yang Yang, go back to sleep, otherwise how can you have the energy to celebrate your birthday at night? After dinner, mother and your grandfather will take you there Let’s set off the river lanterns and enjoy the fireworks!”

Qianli Gallery is a place full of poetic and picturesque. The seventh day of July is the busiest every year, because it is not only the Qixi Festival, but also the birthday of their little prince who is loved by thousands of people. It is really a double happiness, so the preparation is extremely grand.

For children, birthdays and New Years are the days they look forward to every year, but something happened to the boy. Instead of feeling the slightest bit of joy, he was worried and inexplicably afraid, and he didn't know what he was afraid of.

He didn't want to leave here, didn't want to leave his mother's side, as if...

It was as if we would never see each other again.

He was finally taken away by Qingzhi, in order to avoid the trouble of getting up and getting dressed, he proposed to Qingzhi to put on his clothes and lie down, Qingzhi naturally had no objection: "Young master, go to sleep!"

As soon as the boy touched the pillow, sleepiness swept over him like a storm. He endured and endured, and finally he couldn't resist the increasingly heavy eyelids, and fell asleep involuntarily. "Young master..." Young master..." "Little master!Xie Lingxiao wake up, young master! "

Who is calling?

The boy lifted his eyelids that were filled with lead, his brain was in a daze, and it took him a long time to realize where he was.He turned his head to look, and was a little sobered by Qing Zhi's appearance on the spot.

Qing Zhi is her mother's spiritual pet. She was originally a gardenia flower demon. She has practiced for thousands of years and has always been mature and steady.

.... "The boy wanted to ask what happened to Qing Zhi, but when he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized that he couldn't make a sound, his throat was hot as if he had swallowed pepper water, his hands and feet were weak, and his bones were sore and swollen." The little boy played today. Crazy, a little hot. "Qingzhi's smile was so stiff and distorted, she picked up the boy tremblingly, "Aunt Qing will take you to the doctor. "

The boy was carried by Qingzhi and ran all the way in a daze, the faint uneasiness in his heart became more intense, he grabbed Qingzhi's front with all his strength, obviously lost his voice, but still tried his best to mouth.

Qing Zhi said while running: "Your mother is preparing for your birthday party, the people in the entire Qianli Gallery have written auspicious words of blessings and put them in the brocade bag, and then hung the brocade bag on the longevity tree, the little prince will be blessed by God , the blessings will last forever, and everything will prosper.”

She was breathing heavily, and she was dripping with cold sweat at the corner of the dining room. She must have suffered internal injuries.

Who can hurt Qingzhi?Who would dare to hurt Qingzhi in Qianli Gallery?

The sound of fighting outside the hall could be heard clearly, and the eerie red light was reflected on the lattice windows, like a ghost from hell smiling ferociously at people.

The sound of the sharp knife piercing into the flesh and blood was one after another, and the bright red blood was splashed all over the floor and the wall. The boy stared at everything in front of him, stunned. "Little son, be good." He was stuffed into the secret passage of grandpa's study by Qing Zhi, "Aunt Qing is going back to help your mother. Your mother will cook and cook all the dishes you love. She can't do it. Yes. Young master, you need to be stronger and go to the doctor yourself, okay?"

Qingzhi pulled off the gardenia flowers on her head, stuffed them into the boy's hands, and then held them together with the boy's thin hands: "Remember the spell, it can take you far away, from now on the sky will be high and the earth will be wide People can trap you."

Big tears flowed down his eyes, and the boy shook his head in fear. "Don't cry." Qingzhi said with red eyes: "Is the master's son a cowardly and incompetent person? People in Qianli Gallery are heroes who would rather die than surrender. Xie's son should be indomitable and go forward.

He still wanted to express something, but Aunt Qing had resolutely closed the mechanism.

The boy slapped hard on the hard stone wall, and he heard Qingzhi's low sobs from outside the secret passage. "I don't know if Feng'er will be in the future... No! As long as the young master is safe and sound, Feng'er at least has her father and Bihai Villa to rely on, but you, young master..."

Aunt Qing's suppressed cry came through the secret passage in despair.

Something happened, something happened to Qianli Gallery!Who is killing?

What about grandpa and mother?

The boy broke down in sobs, remembering Aunt Qing's words again, biting his lips desperately to hold back his tears.

He didn't run away obediently, but persistently searched for the mechanism and longed to get out. His head was getting heavier and heavier, and he didn't know whether it was because the burning was getting worse or because he was crying too hard.

I have never been so hopeless and helpless, so that the sky should not make the earth not work.

Inadvertently stepped on something, the stone door vibrated, and the exit was opened.

The dazzling red light shone on the tear-stained face of the boy. He took a step forward, but fell heavily due to the soreness and weakness of his limbs.

The sound of fighting from time to time was like a devil whispering in his ears, constantly filling and tormenting his eardrums.

The screams and howls of the disciples of Qianli Gallery, the desperate cries of their desperate resistance, were pierced through the chest by the sword!

Is this the world?Isn't this a hell?

The boy burst into tears, as if someone had dug out his heart knife after knife, and he refused to stop until the blood was bloody.

Who will help me... who will save us..." Xie Yang."

The clear and exciting voice is like the voice of Li Quanyu, and the voice is like the sound of nature.

The boy looked up blankly and saw a familiar face.

The young man who claimed to be his spiritual pet had tears in his eyes, and his face was full of pain and misery. "Don't be afraid." The boy picked him up and gently wiped away the tears on his face, "There's still Xiaotang here!"