Mo Xiaoyi woke up to the sound of "chirping" birdsong. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Through the open temple gate, you can see a few beautiful rays of morning glow in the just bright sky. On the pine tree at the door stood a flock of small birds, flapping their wings and chirping happily, telling each other about their joy.

Looking down, the white dust in his arms was still asleep, and there was a faint snoring sound. The delicate little face is holy and peaceful, and the red lips are slightly raised, as if chuckling in a dream, and the beauty makes the heart tremble. Looking at the opposite side, Beckhans and Tang Jinfeng are even more dreamy. Only the heavenly corpse lying on the left was gone, could it be that he quietly left while everyone was asleep?

Mo Xiaoyi carefully let go of Bai Chen, for fear of waking her up, and then lifted the towels on both sides and covered her, and then got up and quietly stepped out of the door. At a glance, I saw the heavenly corpse sitting on the outermost stone bench of the empty lawn with his back to the temple, motionless, like a sculpture.

Just a back makes people feel how lonely and lonely he is.

It's been a hundred years, and he has never forgotten the master who mutilated him into a man and a beast, that is a strong hatred, right? However, there was only sadness in his eyes, and he could not see much hatred. Or maybe he still loves his master, but it's a pity that the master who is full of crooked ways only wants to use him to practice!

Damn, so damn!

Mo Xiaoyi cursed secretly, if his master was really a Han twin, he must be eliminated no matter what, a person who even his apprentice was so cruel, I am afraid that he would have already annihilated his conscience.

Although Mo Xiaoyi had tried to slow down his steps, the slight footsteps still woke up the contemplative Heavenly Death. Martial arts are as strong as him, and he naturally has absolutely sensitive hearing. But he didn't look back, just his ears moved slightly, and his two confused brown eyes were still looking at the horizon.

There was a fiery red morning sun rising, reflecting half of the sky.

Mo Xiaoyi walked to his side and sat down, and after a long while, he greeted lightly: "Heavenly Death, morning!" ”

Tian Di slowly turned his head and looked at him and grinned, a stiff smile.

He hadn't shown a smile for a hundred years, this expression was too unfamiliar to him, but Mo Xiaoyi in front of him made him feel an inexplicable trust and dependence, like a drowning person finally grabbing a straw.

The soul that has been lonely for too long will always have a trace of longing, longing for warmth, longing for care, and even longing for human beings.

Mo Xiaoyi saw the contradiction between loneliness and longing in his eyes, and couldn't help but reach out and gently pat him on the shoulder, giving him a silent comfort.

Tian Di smiled again, there were no wrinkles on his face covered with fluff, and no one would believe that he would be a centenarian if he was scratched, with a sturdy figure, white teeth, and bright eyes, which should belong to young adults.

Mo Xiaoyi asked seemingly casually, "Heavenly Death, you should have studied Xiuzhen, right?" Your martial arts are amazing! ”

Tian Yan nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then calmly met his gentle gaze, and said slowly in a dialect he could barely understand: "A hundred years ago, I was still a carefree yellow-haired boy. My parents run an inn at the foot of Naxi Mountain, and I have a younger sister. Although it is not much rich, it is still much more affluent than ordinary people. The family lived very happily. My parents asked teachers to teach me to read and write since I was a child, hoping that one day I would be able to excel and glorify my ancestors. It was a hot summer, and I went up the mountain alone to play, and I met an old man who claimed to be the chief of Yin Dao, with kind eyebrows and good intentions. He said that I had a wisdom root and had great potential for cultivating truth, and performed a spell on the spot, which made me admire him and immediately agreed to worship him as a teacher. So, Master took me into the depths of Naxi Mountain, where there was no one but trees and wild beasts all over the mountain. Master taught me to practice true martial arts, and he practiced himself, but unlike me, he used the spirit of the dead to collect ghosts everywhere......"

Mo Xiaoyi suddenly thought of the haunting of Plum Garden, the alumni who died there every year, and Lingyu's words about someone who specially collected undead spirits to practice evil arts, his heart twitched uncontrollably, and quickly interrupted him: "Wait, you said that your master relies on the undead to practice spells?" Strengthen your abilities with the souls of the dead? ”

Tian Di was very sure of his jaw and said: "Yes, and it is to find those undead who are extremely resentful, Master said that the more ruthless the undead are, the stronger the ability, the more energy they can supply him, and the undead can also be tamed as helpers." I don't know why Master thought of using that kind of cultivation method, I don't think the crooked way is not the work of the great husband, and I tried my best to persuade Master to practice on the right path, but he refused to listen to me at all, and he was no longer as gentle as when he first took me away, completely tore off his disguise, punished me many times, and blamed me for not keeping my duty as an apprentice and messing with Master's affairs. I wanted to leave, I didn't want to be in the company of such a master, but it was too late, and the master grabbed me into the medicine jar and boiled me for seven days and seven nights, and then sucked all the skills I had worked so hard to cultivate into his body, and then forced me to continue practicing. He said that the evil skills he practiced needed to be neutralized by the righteous qi that I practiced, so that he could give better play to his abilities. So, under the pressure of Master, I began to practice day and night, and then I provided him with all the money I had gained. If I disobey even the slightest, he will torture me all day long, leaving me with bruises all over my body that I don't want to live but not hurting my fatal parts, and I have to continue to practice after the torture, I, I ......"

Thinking of the painful past, Tianyan was excited in his heart, his lips trembled and he couldn't say any more, his two plush hands were on his knees, and his knuckles squeaked.

Mo Xiaoyi put his hand on his shoulder and said gently: "Heavenly Death, if you are sad, don't say it, let it pass if it is over!" ”

Tian Yan closed his eyes, calmed down his excitement, opened it again and calmed down a lot, and said to him gratefully: "Thank you, you are the first person to be so kind to me, I really want to tell you my story." It's been a hundred years, it's like a nightmare, I can't wake up, wearing this ugly body, I've almost forgotten what human beings look like, alas! ”

Mo Xiaoyi smiled: "Then you can continue!" ”

Tian Di said "um", and then said: "Master collected dozens of very angry undead, sealed them in the iron jar with spells, and then performed on me, saying that he would seal me in together. I was so scared that I knelt on the ground and begged him desperately, and my forehead was bloody. The master was not moved at all, he said that he taught me to cultivate the truth here, only in this way can I quickly improve his spiritual power, and when he runs out, I will go down the mountain to a crowded place to continue my cultivation. I knew I was in danger, so I had to resign myself to my fate. However, the pain of being bitten by the undead was too much to bear. Days and nights passed, and I could no longer bear the pain and fell into a coma. When I woke up, I found that I had become a furry monster, and Master was gone. I had no shame to go down the mountain to see people, and I couldn't find a way out of the mountain, so I had to hide in the deep mountains and die. Who knows that after a hundred years, I still can't die, why is God so cruel? Why? ”

The heavenly corpse roared bitterly, his teeth biting his lips out of blood, and two strings of crystal tears welled up from his eyes and shattered on the stone slab beneath his feet.

Mo Xiaoyi sighed silently, took out the napel in his pocket, took out a piece and handed it to him, hesitated for a while and asked, "Then how did you get here?" Do you want to go down the mountain? ”

Tian Yan took the tissue and wiped his tears, and said in a low voice: "I have been in the mountains for a hundred years, and I am so eager to see human beings, and I am about to go crazy with that kind of bone-eating loneliness." So desperate to find a way out of the mountain, I finally came here a few months ago. I knew that the mountain was my hometown, but I didn't have the courage to go down. I've become like this, will humanity still accept me? Or maybe they'll just look at me like a monster! After speaking, he lowered his head melancholy and looked at the plush bare feet.

At this time, where does the heavenly corpse look like a centenarian? At best, a timid child, eager for a beloved toy, but afraid of being hurt!

Mo Xiaoyi shook his hand vigorously, suddenly made up his mind, and comforted with a faint smile: "Don't worry, I will take you back to the crowd, and I won't let anyone hurt you again!" ”

Tian Xuan raised his head, looked at him in disbelief and asked, "Really? Are you really going to take me away? It was like a child abandoned by his parents who had finally returned to his parents' arms, with surprises and worries of disbelief.

Mo Xiaoyi replied in an unquestioning tone: "Really, I never regret what I promised!" ”

Tianyan burst into tears excitedly, grabbed his hand hard, and said vigorously: "Thank you, thank you!" ”

Mo Xiaoyi was a little amused and looked at Tianyi's child-like face, and suddenly felt that he had made the right decision, although he didn't think about how to place him for a while, but he believed that he would be able to make him a happy human again.