"Still singing the Peony Pavilion? Eat me a stick! ”

Yan Luo's limbs jumped in the air, holding the stick with both hands, agitating the muscles of the whole body, and with a "force splitting the eight wildernesses", he directly hit the old man to the zenith and exploded, and his brain burst out! The blood sprayed on the ground, like a peach blossom slicing open. After killing the old man, the surrounding scenery was once again distorted and changed.

Standing on the mountain road, he put on the clothes he had taken off, and even the sweat that flowed down because of the practice of sticks disappeared.

Walking back to the mountain temple, the old man sat by the brazier.

"Forget it, stop playing."

Yan Luo quietly waited for the old man to finish complaining this time, sang the song "Peony Pavilion", and then shot when he threw the puppet puppet into the fire. He didn't use the thousand-year-old lightning peachwood sword to smash this puppet, and his outstretched hand didn't rush to the Olympic flame.

Stretched out his hand to catch the old man and threw the puppet towards the fire.

This girl is obviously made of wood, but the touch of holding it in her hand seems to have the softness of human skin.

"That's it."

Yan Luo said this sentence in an affirmative tone, in fact, after he tried it a few times, he thought of the key point of breaking the game - the puppet was thrown into the fire, the old man regretted crying, the puppet was dyed into ashes, and the key point of this tragedy was at the moment of "throwing".

At the beginning, I thought it was crooked, this world is supernatural, many ghost movies, the subconscious impact is in the supernatural world, he thinks that one of the puppets or old men is weird, so similar to the ghosts of some movies, just fight the boss and destroy each other.

The peachwood sword restrains ghosts, can kill demons and ghosts, and the Olympic flame is a super energy containing holy power.

Supposedly, any kind of ghost can be killed, after all, this is only a level 1 supernatural world! But why, do you still return to the mountain road again and again?

Is it a rollback? Again, this is not a game! It's a reboot of the world, which is too exaggerated. So there is only one conclusion, everything in front of you is just an illusion! Even if you kill the old man and destroy the puppet when you enter the mountain temple again and again, you will repeat the original scenery again, just a level 1 supernatural world, this is not an illusion or a dream, what else will it be?

"In the scene I saw, the puppet stood at the end to represent that there was already a spirit, and the body was firewood, burning until dawn, and the old man lost the only thing that accompanied him, and he was in pain, so the key point to break the game should be to prevent the puppet from being burned."

"I was thinking in the wrong direction at the beginning, and what I should have chosen was not destruction and killing, but salvation...... Anyway, my camp is absolutely neutral, why didn't you think of this in the first place? Well...... It must have been that one bit of soul pollution that interfered with my subconscious practices and became evil. ”

When Yanluo grabbed the puppet, the scene in front of him changed and distorted violently again.

But this time, it's no longer a mountain road.

"Sure enough, it's a fantasy."

Yanluo looked at the scenery in front of him.

A handsome young man with starry eyes, smiling and looking at a puppet puppet with rough workmanship, can only vaguely see the outline of a girl: "I am Xia Sheng, you are a puppet made by me." ”

"I want to give you a name, what's the name?"

The poem "Picking Rose" has clouds: In the past, I went back, and the willows were still there. You are made of willow wood, so let's call it Yiyi. ”

"Yiyi, my dream is to become a puppeteer, although my parents are against it, they want me to study, but how can reading be fun as a puppet? I have already worshiped my uncle as a teacher and learned puppet play, and from today on, you and I will be together. ”

The picture is intermittent, one by one, the young man gave up the right path of "everything is inferior, only reading is high", and indulged in the skills of the opera singer who is regarded as the ninth rate in this era, which makes his parents angry and helpless, but he has no regrets and no complaints, and puts all his thoughts on the puppet show skills passed down by the master, practicing singing and practicing the puppet manipulation day by day.

The little puppet beside him has gradually become more delicate from the rough at the beginning.

day after day

Years......

In this way, time passed calmly and boringly, the original boy became a handsome young man, and matchmakers gradually came to the door in the surrounding villages, but in his eyes, there was only a puppet of his own.

"Yiyi, your makeup is old, and it's a little faded, I'll help you paint a new one."

"Yiyi, the son who sang today, gave him a piece of red brocade, I'm going to help you make a beautiful dress, are you happy?"

Until this day, when his parents passed away, he had changed from a young man to a middle-aged summer student, and he cried bitterly in front of the grave, scolding his unfilial piety, and he held the puppet puppet tightly in his hand.

"Yiyi, from today onwards, only you will be with me."

It's just that he is middle-aged, and he already has a strand of gray hair on his forehead.

After the expiration of the three-year period of filial piety for his parents, in the eyes of others, he is an unfilial son without a wife and no queen, a strange Xia Sheng who is addicted to puppet playthings, and leaves his hometown on an early morning when the maple leaves are scattered.

Wandering the world, making a living as a puppet, with a small puppet and a stage, Xia Sheng, who traveled through the mountains and rivers, became more and more proficient, and he did not know how many children he brought laughter to the village everywhere, and the peony pavilion he sang was a song after the play, which was deeply moving, and I don't know how many times it made people cry.

The white hair on Xia Sheng's head and the wrinkles on his forehead became more and more, and gradually he became a dying old man.

But the puppet puppets around him still have an ageless appearance, and in the carving again and again, the shape has shrunk to only the size of a palm, becoming more and more bright......

A person, all his life, with his heart is extremely affectionate about things, and this puppet that has been poured out has in fact given birth to his own spiritual consciousness. The grass and trees can be described as the essence, and the puppet girl with the consciousness of the spirit is unable to speak as a weak spirit, and even cannot interfere with the matter, just like an illusory shadow.

But it has its own feelings.

As a mortal old man, he can't see that in the wandering of no fixed place, when he falls asleep by the fire again and again at night, the three-foot red platform next to him, above the puppet, an illusory girl, looking at him with affection, sometimes crying because he can't get a response, sometimes dancing indulgently, sometimes looking at the old man's sleeping face, smiling slightly, showing the joy of the city......

You don't see it, and the concubine dances

You don't see it, and the concubines are drumming

You don't see it, the concubine smiled and intoxicated

You don't see it, and the concubine is drunk and red

You don't see it, and the concubine is crying and rippling

You don't see it, a wisp of green silk, a sigh......

The chaotic and intermittent picture disappeared, and as a bystander, Yanluo, who had experienced this scene after scene, as a ruthless person, would not be moved by this story, but now, he has understood all this.

"What exactly are you regretting, or what are your obsessions? The body burns, but the obsession still remains, forming this illusion, and it seems that as soon as I enter this world, I will be enlightened...... Fortunately, this is only a level 1 supernatural world, and if it was a ghost king like Freddy, I would have died. ”

"No matter what, I can satisfy your obsession."

Yan Luo held the puppet in his hand and raised it in front of him, and in a trance, he seemed to coincide with everything he saw in the illusion, he was Xia Sheng, he was the puppet show, and the puppet had been with him all his life, but he threw his loved ones into the brazier with his own hands, and he was in pain.

Raised hands, thin and full of folded skin, like chicken feet, people have become ragged crane hair twilight old man, Yanluo sat by the brazier, the cold wind swept the snowflakes into this mountain temple, a cold, in the dim firelight, he held the puppet girl with both hands, holding this charming and beautiful doll, as if holding the sustenance of a lifetime.

Looking at this puppet, there was a hint of tenderness in his eyes:

"I will never leave you in my life."

"I love you!"