[Journey to the West] Trees fall

The setting sun drinks the horses by the Qinghe River, and the swallows return to their nests.Shepherd boy Sangzhumo.Suddenly, the shadow of the moon was covered by a black cloud, and the clouds, stars and fog surrounded the sky.

Fireflies at night accompany the evening bell, and people return to sweet dreams.Drunk pillow pines.It is difficult to tell where the mountain wind blows, and the clouds and fog are blown away.

——"Butterfly Love Flower Broken Dream" A branch of green in the west

I: The Butterfly Wearing Flowers sees deeply.

"My lord, it's getting hotter today, why don't you go back to the house to rest for a while? There are fresh melons and fruits that were delivered urgently from eight hundred li today. Would you like to go back to the house and try them?"

Nanny Li held her handkerchief and followed the 14-year-old boy in small steps, waving a fan, trying to wipe off his sweat, for fear that he would get sunburned or overheated.

"You talk too much, you old man. Go home by yourself. I haven't caught the butterfly yet. Tomorrow I'm going to see my cousin at my aunt's house. If I can't give you a decent gift, my cousin will be unhappy again. Alas, it smells like sweat, and the butterflies are avoiding flying! If you startled the butterfly, I will not punish you just because you are my nanny!"

The young man with handsome eyebrows and eyes, holding up the net, without looking back, carefully followed the butterfly's whereabouts, kicking pots of flowers and plants over.

Nanny Li wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeves, and coaxed more and more softly: "Who wouldn't know my son's love for Miss Biao? But the day is really getting worse, why don't you come back after a while?" Ancestor, on this hot day, if you have a fever and heat stroke, all the servants in the garden will have to eat and hang up, so please do it!

"Okay, okay, I understand, you go back first." The young man waved his hand impatiently, drove away the nagging mother, and lurked in the garden alone, waiting for the butterflies to fly over.

There are many yellow-brown butterflies in the garden, smelling the fragrance of the garden, even if they are disturbed, they will not leave for a long time.But the young man is well aware of his cousin's pickiness, this ordinary butterfly is probably difficult for her to take a look at.

Suddenly, a bluish light cluster appeared in the garden of the palace, approaching leisurely as if playing.

I saw the slowly flapping wings transitioning naturally from dark blue at the tip to azure blue and light blue, with crystal white rings embedded in it, like a galaxy in the free sky, so beautiful that people can't move their eyes.

The boy came back to his senses, moved his steps carefully, slowly stretched out his net, and drew a perfect arc in the air, he was bound to catch such a brilliant butterfly in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, it was empty.

Before he could sigh in disappointment, he was so startled that he didn't dare to move.

The butterfly nimbly avoided being caught, and with a flutter of wings, it landed on his left hand that was thrown out by inertia.

Stopping steadily, the fluffy toes hooked the skin on the back of the hand, a little itchy.The beautiful wings, half open and half closed, are so blue that people can't wait to fall into them.

The young man threw the net, covered his mouth with his right hand, gasped silently, and tried his best to slow down his movements, not wanting to scare away the butterfly that "smells the fragrance".

On a hot summer afternoon, it seems to have calmed down.He looked at the wonderful creature on the back of his hand, and seemed to filter out the noisy human voices in the distance. He could only hear the breeze blowing the branches of weeping willows in this small square, the whistling of crickets unwilling to be lonely, and the wings of butterflies, slowly and slowly. Pat solemnly.

"My lord, the prince is back!" The corner door of the garden was opened a crack, and the servant squeezed into a head, whispering the news.

"Ah." The boy trembled, suddenly waking up from a big dream, but the butterfly still resting on the back of his hand reminded him that everything that happened just now was not an illusion.

The young man was a little dazed, raised the butterfly to his eyes, and asked softly, "Aren't you going?"

After asking, he laughed.He was really dizzy from the sun, how could he think that a butterfly can understand human speech?

Seeing that the master didn't respond, the young man by the corner door was so anxious that he wanted to run forward and drag the prince to the study. God knows why the prince remembered to check the prince's homework today. She is about to be turned upside down by the prince!

The teenager covered the butterfly with his right hand, and quickly left the garden.

"Put it away, don't let it get hurt or run away, I'll be back in a while." The boy carefully handed the butterfly in his palm to the servant, and after a few instructions, he hurried to the study.

Unbeknownst to the young man who was eager to rescue his treasure in his study, the servant dunked the butterfly into a ceramic jar filled with half a jar of candied fruit.

The boy who waited until dark to finish his punishment station returned to the house, and it was too late to rescue the creature stuck on the candied fruit.

Butterfly, pawn.

II: The lonely white rabbit, wandering around.

"Damn Xiaoliu! Stealing things again! I'll catch you next time, I might tear your skin off!..."

The voice of the cook cursing and swearing came clearly through the thin wooden wall.

The young man crouched on the ground, pulled out an old bamboo cage with countless burrs from under the bed board, and took out half a carrot from his arms with trembling hands.

The bamboo cage was covered with thick hay, and on top was a piece of washed-white blue cloth. A gray rabbit was lying on it, its three petals were moving its mouth, and its long ears were moving vigorously. Standing upright, the dark, soybean-sized eyes looked at their master seriously.

The young man opened the small door of the bamboo cage, put in the carrots that were getting a little hot from covering in his arms, and carefully smoothed the fur of two rabbits.

Seeing that it finally ate the food, the boy breathed a sigh of relief.It was the time of preparation before picking up the guests. The whole building was preparing for tonight. He, a little doorman, finally had a moment of free time.

Seeing that the rabbit was eating deliciously, the boy licked his lips, took out a shriveled sesame seed cake from his bosom, and started to eat it too.

Rabbit raised his head and saw that the boy had also eaten, so he lowered his head in peace and gnawed on the radish seriously.

After the young man finished eating the biscuits, he ran to the corner of the house, touched a half-sized bucket on the ground, scooped out a bowl of water, and drank it all in one gulp.The water was drawn from the well before dawn.It was already afternoon for the son, and there was a thin layer of ash floating on the surface of the water, but he didn't care at all, and still drank very contentedly.

This room is the most dilapidated and smallest room in Ziyan Pavilion. Anyone who steps on the upper floor will be dusty, and it is close to the kitchen. It is noisy before daylight on weekdays, making it difficult to sleep. , so none of the fellows who are more senior than him would like to live in this house.Because of this, he can live in a house by himself, and he can raise his gray rabbit in this house.

"Xiao Liu! Where is this guy who has a mother but no father to be lazy?! Hurry up and come over here to help!"

The cook's voice sounded like a broken gong. The boy wiped his face, went back to the bed and lay down, rubbed the rabbit that was staying in the cage, and said softly: "Be good, wait for me at night. When I'm free, I'll go pick grass for you to eat." After finishing speaking, he closed the cage door, pushed the bamboo cage back under the bed, and pushed it back into the darkness where no one could find it.

After the mother died, the father married the stepmother.At first, the stepmother still took care of him superficially, but after a while, the stepmother had her own child, so she even ignored the superficial affection.Drive him to live in the firewood house, and send him to carry water and cook.In fact, these are nothing.

Later, my father got hysteria, and everyone in the village said he couldn't get better.The stepmother took her children back to her natal home and never came back again.

It's okay, he can take good care of dad by himself.Even if it's a bit hard, at least this home is still his and his father's home.

But God didn't even give him such a blessing.One day when he was farming in the field, his father fell into the pond in front of someone else's house and never got up again.

But isn't life still the same?

No, I can't go on.

Rumors spread in the village that he was hard-fated and killed his parents, making everyone avoid him and scold him.

He had the idea of ​​seeking death, and went to the mountains in a daze.Don't they all say that there are wolves in the mountains?Let the wolf eat it, but it is clean.

But the wolf didn't meet it, but the rabbit picked one up.

When a lump of gray ball covered in bruises lay at his feet, trembling pitifully, Xiao Liu suddenly wanted to survive.

You see, such a fragile life depends on him to survive.

Life has a new beginning, and it is no longer so difficult.

Xiao Liu left the mean village, hugged his rabbit, and came to the town.Before becoming a starving corpse on the side of the road, he finally found a job - doing odd jobs in the brothel kitchen.

The cook sent Xiao Liu to the back door of the kitchen to clean up all the ingredients for tonight. When the thin and short figure of the young man disappeared from sight, the stern-faced cook went to Xiao Liu's room.

"The one who steals some cabbage and radishes all day long, isn't this bastard who raises rabbits?" The fat cook cursed and broke into the cold room, rummaged around, and lifted the bed.

"Wow, what a big rabbit!" The cook picked up the bamboo cage, took out the gray rabbit, and weighed it, "This weight, the meat is quite thick. Tsk tsk, yesterday the Magnolia girl was still thinking about eating rabbit meat, Getting into the belly of the top card in our Ziyan Pavilion is also considered a blessing from your previous life, you bastard!"

After speaking, he took it and walked to the kitchen.

Rabbit, pawn.

III: The pigeon bell startled the afternoon pillow outside the sky.

Ying Yi withdrew the dagger in his hand, the blade was dripping with blood, he casually wiped the dagger clean on his sleeve, and pinned it to his waist.

The clothes are black, and even if they are stained with blood, you can't see the slightest bit.The night wind brushed his clothes and walked through the hall, leaving the blood behind.

"Before dawn, Jiangnan settles down, leaving no one alive."

The news from the carrier pigeon was crushed by internal force and wiped out.

He was harvesting numbly, like the supreme god, with every gesture and gesture, seductive and life-threatening.

"A plate of beef, a jug of wine, three meals!"

The middle-aged man's rough voice.

"Okay! Guest officer, sit down first, I'll be here soon—!"

Listening to the loud voice of the waiter waiter makes people appetite.

The moonlight is as cool as water tonight.

Sitting boldly on the ridge of the roof, the boy pulled down his mask and swallowed today's "regime" in one gulp.It was a black ink and reddish pill, taking one, could relieve the pain that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow for seven days.

After taking the temporary life-saving medicine, the boy took out a "carrier pigeon" from his sleeve pocket.It is said to be a carrier pigeon, but it is not.It was a small black bird with a body like an assembly line and the size of half a fist. It looked inconspicuous, but it was extremely fast, faster, more agile, and more reliable than a trained professional carrier pigeon.

It was because of this unusual "carrier pigeon" and his martial arts that rolled out of his blood that he was able to sit in this position at a young age.

The boy opened a small cloth bag, grabbed a handful of sparrow food, put it on a small platform covered by several tiles, and watched the sparrows peck at it bit by bit.A few grains got stuck in the gaps between the tiles, and the sparrow fluttered its wings anxiously, but didn't make a sound sensiblely.

The young man seemed to find the scene in front of him very interesting, he silently laughed twice, took out a silver needle, and pulled out the food that it couldn't peck.

Que'er ate his belly round, and stood comfortably on the young man's shoulder, rubbing his cheek with deep gratitude.

The boy resisted the thought of dodging the itch around his face, raised the corners of his mouth, and continued to monitor every move in the room.

The lives in Yingyi's hands are not one thousand, but eight hundred.As long as he can remember, he has been trapped in a cold world, where he was taught how to kill others and how not to be killed by others. Killing has gradually become a habit and an instinct.

During the mission, when he saw the dazed and frightened eyes of a child in the arms of his parents, he also thought about whether he had timidity and fear.

Maybe there is, but any xinxing has been polished day after day, year after year of training, and I can't remember what it was like to behead my companion in the first place.

If it weren't for the ball-like life in his sleeve pocket, he would be no different from others.Doomed to become a mindless tool, a cold weapon.

A person who lives on the tip of a knife is actually trusted and relied on by a sparrow with all his heart.

So magical and so wonderful.

The eating and drinking in the tavern seemed to have come to an end. The bustle of wanting to topple the roof just now had cooled down strangely, so quiet that even the sound of the wind could be heard.

Ying Yi murmured inwardly, stuffed Que'er back into his sleeve pocket, jumped down, and flashed into the room like a ghost.

In the warm and bright tavern, the guests and shopkeepers who were bleeding from all seven orifices fell to the ground without making a sound.

With his back to the door, Xiao Er clattered the scarf tied around his waist with his ears clattering, looking at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

Ying Yi pulled out the saber, and put every part of his body on alert, and if the opponent made any abnormal movements, he would be chopped off by the saber.

Xiao Er turned around, looked at Ying Yi who was facing a formidable enemy with a smile, and said, "Boss, what's the matter with you?"

Ying Yi was secretly surprised, and said coldly: "Why are you?"

Xiao Er giggled, playing tricks and said: "Boss, I accidentally poisoned your task target to death, how can this be good? I don't know if the master will be so angry that he will punish you into the snake den, or Want to stop your antidote and make you feel sore? Ah, it still hurts to think about it."

Ying Yi clenched the handle of the knife and said, "Why?"

Why do you want to kill me?

Xiao Er put away the smile on his face, as if he had heard a big joke, and said darkly: "Why? I also want to ask why. Why can you take the position of leader, why I am obviously older than you, I'm old, and I still have to work hard to listen to you?"

Ying Yi didn't answer, he didn't understand such a profound emotion as "jealousy", nor did he understand Xiao Er's resentment.He only knew that if Xiao Er was not arrested at this time and brought back to confess to his master, the consequences would be disastrous.

Thinking of this, Ying Yi didn't give him any chance to quibble and argue, and went up with the knife.

Although Xiaoer's martial arts are considered excellent, he is no match for him, and he is gradually winning or losing.

"Boss, do you still remember that one year when you came back from a mission, you were so seriously injured that you almost died. I begged the master to give you the medicine?"

Shadow One's attack paused, but he didn't retreat.

"One more year..."

Xiao Er seemed to have found a flaw in Ying Yi, with a sincere smile on his face, he talked about the past with nostalgia, as if at this moment it was not a life-and-death struggle, but two long-standing friends who were drinking wine. Reminiscing about the past.

Although Yingyi was touched, but he was determined, so he was not affected too much.

Xiao Er's smile cracked slightly, he had already been wounded several times by Ying Yi's knife for a while, if he didn't make a complete comeback, he would be here today.

"You still don't know, boss, the food that your sparrow eats is mixed with the ingredients that this guest officer who was lying on the floor just ate."

Ying Yi's offensive finally had a flaw, and Xiao Er took the opportunity to counterattack.

"Ah! Damn bird!"

Seeing that Ying Yi was finally hurt, Xiao Er was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him, but was pecked in the eye by the furious Que Er.

The blood blurred his vision, and Xiao Er knew that he couldn't do anything good, so he simply fought to the death, but his ears couldn't catch the bird's voice, so he recklessly threw a poisoned concealed weapon in the direction of Ying Yi.

Queer, who is eager to protect the Lord, dies.

……

————————————— Ten Worlds Division ——————————————

"When you see a beautiful woman, you will never forget it. If you don't see her for a day, you will miss her like crazy."

If in the past, someone read such poems to Pipa, she would definitely tell you in a coquettish manner, "My family still prefers the fragrant and beautiful ones like 'the glass pillow in the crystal curtain, the warm fragrance provokes dreams of mandarin duck brocade'." Sentences, son, don’t dirty the ears of my servants with sour words.”

But now, Pipa is holding the Cibook of Three Thousand Lovesickness, tears in her eyes, and she is so useless.

For a person, I searched for the previous life and waited for the present life.

This is probably the greatest.Pipa holds the scriptbook of "Genius, Beauty and Demon" that Su Jiu bought with a lot of money in the Demon Realm, thinking so wistfully.

At that time, she must not have known that in the near future, for a monk who glimpsed at a glimpse, she not only waited for the previous and present lives, it would not be too much to say that she had practiced fate for eight lifetimes.

does it worth?

The soul leaves the body again and again, falls into reincarnation like rootless duckweed again and again, and goes through hardships to find, find, and guard.From the clouds to the mire, enjoying the wealth and then falling into the dust, the world is soft and red, and it turns a thousand times. She accompanied him and never sold it alone.

does it worth?

Many years later, Sujiu asked this question.

At that time, the pipa was already a sinful demon that everyone got and punished by Buddhism and Taoism. He was in a state of panic all day long, but he still answered with a smile.

It's all worth it.

How could it not be worth it?

She alone has occupied his entire ten lives.

Multivalued.

The golden cicada, a son of the Buddha, entered the world and cultivated hard. Wherever he went, the Buddha's light flourished, and the idle monsters could not get close to him.She could only entrust her physical body to her old friend for safekeeping, her soul came out of her body, and she searched for him everywhere with a ghostly body.The process of searching is always the most painful. There is no clear goal, no specific direction, and it is only supported by obsession and paranoia.

Fortunately, every life can be found.

Even if the shortest time together is only a moment, and the longest time is only a few years, she is content.

Pipa is a demon and has no connection with Buddha.

But in those ten lives, she was so close to him, breathing the same foot of air, it seemed that even her soul was getting closer.

He finally cast his eyes on her, so focused and warm.

It was so warm that even if Ming Chao fell into the endless hell, it could still bring a smile to her lips.

It was so warm that even if he met Jun again in the future, he would treat her like a stranger, and he would never regret it.