"The wind is sluggish, the leaves often fall, and people say that they are alone and drunk. The rain is miserable, people are difficult to stay, and they hate and complain about the empty building. A few words of drama sounded, and in the faint oil lamp, the stage had become a paper silhouette, and several puppets took knives and swords in the silhouette, and began to sing about the fate of another paragraph.

People outside the play can only see silhouettes, but what about the people in the play?

Darkness was just the first feeling that Ye Xiao had when he entered the stage, he seemed to have arrived in a place where there was no time and space, everything was quiet, there was no wind, nothing.

Suddenly, a voice came in: "The first time, the orphan child in troubled times." ”

The sound fell, the firelight flashed, the heavens and the earth changed instantly, and when Ye Xiao recovered again, everything changed, everything he saw around him was a paper-cut, and even his own body became a paper-cut.

Moreover, Ye Xiao also found that the dimension of the world began to change, and in a few breaths, the whole world became a plane, only the front and back, and there was no other direction.

"When!when!when!" A few drums sounded, Ye Xiao's body was uncontrollable, and he stepped forward with the drum beat for a few steps, and then walked to a steamed bun shop, the eyes on the paper-cut turned three times, and his hand grabbed the bun made of flower paper.

"Smack!" There was a loud sound, and Ye Xiao and the bun in his hand were knocked to the ground.

At this time, a figure ran behind him, picked up Ye Xiao and hurriedly fled forward. While the two of them fled, they ate the buns they had stolen just now, and they took half a bite, and the person who saved Ye Xiao turned his head, and the person who looked like a paper-cut actually laughed happily: "My name is Xi Cangsheng, what about you." ”

"Drama dreams. Without waiting for Ye Xiao to reply, a voice sounded out of thin air.

In the future, the flow speed of this paper-cutting world suddenly accelerated, and in an instant, Ye Xiao experienced thousands of things. There are two people who bow down, there are two people who run away, and there are times when two people work together.

"The second time, the lonely shadow of the end of the world!" At this time, the first voice appeared again.

The sound fell, the drum beat, and the gong sounded a few times, and Ye Xiao and Xi Cangsheng were besieged by countless paper figures.

"Brother, let's go! I'll drag!" Xi Cangsheng turned his head, pushed Ye Xiao away, and rushed into the crowd.

Just like the rehearsed opera, the ending is already doomed, Ye Xiao was pushed out, and his body was also uncontrollable, he got up and ran, because the two orphan children in troubled times had promised each other that no matter what they encountered, the first thing they thought about was to live, and only by surviving could they meet again.

Then, the flow of the paper-cutting world accelerated again, Ye Xiao walked alone in the wilderness, during this period of escape, he had eaten everything, whether it was tree bark or grass roots, as long as he could not starve to death, he would eat it! Because the people in the opera, he also had to go to meet his companions, and in between, they would try their best to live.

One day, Ye Xiao fell in the desert, he was dying, or rather, the people in the opera were dying.

He lay on his stomach hard, gnawing on the grass by the roadside, but it was useless, because if he could live by eating grass, then why should the people of the whole world work for a mouthful of food.

One day later, when life was coming to an end, a paper-cut figure appeared again.

"Do you want to live?"

"Yes!"

"Are you afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid!"

"Then you have to exchange your life for a life, in exchange?"

"Change!"

After a few short conversations, when Ye Xiao was sober, the world changed again, he appeared under a mountain cliff, and there were countless paper figures like him standing around him, they were all looking at the top of the mountain, looking at the highest willow trees cut from green paper.

With just one glance, Ye Xiao could see that this place was the dead willow cliff of Liubaimen, although it was only made of paper.

As soon as the bell rang, all the paper cutouts began to climb up.

The mountain is very steep, the cliff is also very smooth, and the people who climb it are all mortals, generally there are nearly a thousand people who climb each time, and they generally climb more than ten times before there will be a person who really touches the dead willow, and the other people are dead.

This is the first step to enter the Liubai Gate, to gain life from death.

Then, it is to practice the sword, only three moves a day, a stab, a cut, a wipe, each move must be swung 5,000 times a day, not only fast, but also accurate, generally when the sun comes out to start swinging, knowing that when the moon rises, it can be wielded.

This kind of sword swing lasts for a year, and then it is the first attempt.

Start a competition with someone who has also completed the sword swing, win three games in a row, and you can continue to move forward, and the loser will also die.

Then, when you really learn the exercises, when you enter the first layer of the exercises, you will be thrown into the blood prison, until the exercises are cultivated to the highest level, break through the legend, and then you can get out of the valley, and if you don't break through, you will naturally die, because every day in it, it is a duel of life and death.

In the Blood Prison, there are only two rules, every fight must be one-on-one, and there is a safe time of five days after each fight, and there is no other rule.

Out of the blood prison, you can become the inner disciple of Liubaimen, and truly ascend to the sky.

Ye Xiao came out of the blood prison, or the person in the play came out of the blood prison, and the first thing he did was to go to his brother.

"The third time! ”

The voice fell, the world turned, Xi Mengsheng and Xi Cangsheng both became the inner disciples of Liubaimen, behind them, there was also a little heel worm, now, Xi Mengsheng and Xi Cangsheng are already the most talented disciples of Liubaimen, in the inner fencing, both won the first and second place.

On this day, the clear sky is like blood, as if there is a divine object in the world, two swords suddenly flew out of the blood prison of Liu Baimen, one is like ink, the other is withered yellow, the opera dream is born in the palm of the cypress sword, the play is born in the palm of the willow sword, the brothers are concentric, and its profits are gold!

The wind is sluggish, the years have passed, and the heels behind the two have grown up a little, and the story of the two-person line has become the story of the threesome.

On this day, the two brothers watched as the farts came out of the mountain gate, believing that he would win the first prize, but what they came back was a corpse.

In a snowstorm, the two brothers held Liu Bai's double swords and looked at the person in front of them, Ye Xiao recognized the person in front of him, because that person was himself. Watching himself raise his sword to kill himself, Ye Xiao only felt interesting, although his current identity was a drama dream.

In the end, the two brothers killed Ye Xiao, and then the story did not end, a woman appeared, the woman hugged Ye Xiao and cried for a long time, and then picked up Ye Xiao's sword, and then there was another Shura Empress in this world, she only came to kill.

Looking at the paper shadow, Ye Xiao's heart suddenly hurt, because Linglong shouldn't be like that.

"Hahaha, even if fate changes, it's still a sad life!" At this time, with a few laughs, a figure broke into the world of paper-cutting, he was really a dream. He looked at Ye Xiao, who was playing the drama Mengsheng, and said: "With brothers, there will be no Anjou sound, and with Anjou sound, there will be no brothers, and with brothers, they will eventually be doomed to die." ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the drama made of paper-cutting, and asked, "So, what's the use of your existence? Why do you exist!" The words fell, the sword shadow flashed, and the head of the drama Cangsheng fell to the ground.

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