Fifty years ago, Cui Cheng

A young child, covered in dirty, tattered clothes, has long been covered by the wind and dust so that he can't see the original color. He curled up under a gray roof, and the dim night sky seemed like a sea of pitch black enveloping the small town...... The starlight dissipated, without a trace of light, and the darkness spread endlessly, covering the child's small trembling body little by little......

He closed his eyes tightly, his brows wrinkled together, his small body kept shaking, and he thought to himself, "Mom...... Mom...... I'm so scared......" Thinking like this, I shrunk my body smaller and smaller, and I wanted to get a little bit of a scarce and pitiful sense of security by digging into the cracks in the ground.

Forty-four years ago, Cui Cheng

"Boom-" At night, the rain poured down, the bright red blood merged with the rain, in front of Zheng Nan's house, the body with a distorted face was diagonally oblique, and in the main hall, Zheng Nan was sitting on a gorgeous wooden seat, but his neck was "gurgling" out of thick blood plasma, like a fountain made of flesh and blood. His head was lying crookedly on the ground, his eyes almost popping out, and he looked hideous and terrifying. In the side bedroom to the southwest, an elderly man was staring at a young man covered in black mist with great horror.

The boy seemed to be lifeless, his whole body was gently wrapped in the gravityless black mist, he was like a ghost, a ghost.

The young man was dressed in rags, he touched his emaciated chin, the corners of his mouth hooked up an incredible smile, and said, "Yo, you still don't remember me, didn't you say that you want to break my legs and poke my eyes?" ”

The man flinched back in horror, his face pale, as if he had been clutched by an invisible hand that was approaching death. He trembled and said: "You, don't do it, let me go, I, I'll let me be an official, let you enjoy glory and wealth, you, whatever beautiful woman you want, marry you, let me go......"

Before the man could finish speaking, the black icicle went down the man's thigh and directly pierced the abdomen, where it spread out on all sides, like a black ice flower with thorns. The man's intestines hung on the tip of the ice, steaming...... A black mist lingered around the compound, gradually rendering the hazy sky......

There was a blood-red line on the boy's cheeks, and he raised his head and said, "Not as vulgar as you." When he said this, he was vicious, as if he was about to grit his teeth, and his eyes were full of hatred, like a dark flame burning......

He turned, clenched his fists tightly, and a few green tendons jumped out of the back of his pale hand. He thought about it, his expression darkened, and his eyes were half-lowered......

Back then, my mother was ...... by this wicked person If you break a flower branch, you not only break the flower branch, but also crush the petals......

Now the Youyuan Clan Library

"Ding-bell-" The crisp sound of the water seems to come from the depths of the secluded mountains. Elder Min Yan was dressed in a plain robe at this time, standing quietly in the empty room under the Book Pavilion. The room was large and empty, even three times larger than the Library, but it was more like a historic altar than a room.

The cyan circular stone platform, nearly a kilometer long, is finely carved with dragons of different shapes and unknown rare bouquets. Dust drifted gently in the air, setting off the dark and empty underground hall as if it were a paradise in a dream deep in the heart.

Soon, the dust settled, and the blue glow illuminated only a small area. At this time, "click, click, ......" came into my ears from the darkness, and a sound of footsteps that could not be heard fast or slow, and could not be heard of age. Elder Min Yan covered his eyes with white gauze, and smiled slightly.

In the darkness of "Min'er ......", a small child came out, the child's hair was very messy, and his clothes were shabby, but he seemed to have no life, it seemed that as long as he blew on it, he would be blown away. The child smiled, as if he had been held up by an angel. However, in his eyes, there was an endless vastness, a gray cloud, no focus, no god, like goose feathers flying in the sky, and like ashes that rolled up and fluttered on the ground......

"Ah Yi, you know what? You and Zilian have resonance. Min Yan smiled slightly, like a crescent moon in a clear night.

The child paused, he floated slowly, gently wiped Min Yan's face, and said, "Min'er, thank you, I know, he must be fine...... You'......, though."

Elder Min Yan slowly took Ah Yi's hand and gently took it away. said: "In the world, the years are ruthless, no more than in the immortal weapon." ”

"He'll know about me? Right? The child gradually blurred.

"Yes, it will, when the time comes."

"Don't let him go my way, this resonance is not my intention. The bond between father and son is not something I can cut if I want to. ”

"Everything depends on Zilian himself."

The child slowly closed his eyes and disappeared into the darkness, turning into a speck of dust like stardust......

Youyuan's rhyme hall

Zilian was lying on the bed, the smell of rosin slowly wafting in the hall, and the sound of gurgling water was endless. "Alas~ Really, I was deceived by that white hair again, what kind of magic did he use! Let me go to class?? Joke! Alone with a thought to himself, he turned over, supported his head with one hand, and continued to think, "Hmm...... That book...... Forget it, anyway, Siyi loves to learn so much, and he is diligent and inquisitive, just ask him, isn't it? What if even the book is a ploy of the old white hair?? Oh my God, it's horrible...... Impossible, impossible to sleep quickly......"

Zilian buried his head under the pillow, and outside the carved window, the faint light of the paper lamp became dimmer and gradually disappeared......