"Home.... Home..."Mu Ziyun was lying on the earthen kang at home, forgetting how he got into the house, and forgetting whether he saw his father and mother, but he felt that many pictures in his mind slipped quickly, and he didn't have time to see every scene, just like the nightmares he often had at night, which made him miserable, but he didn't know why.

He lay on the kang until late at night, the beads of fire were hidden between his hair, his heart was not ordinary restless, and when he lifted the coat of thought wrapped in the heart, he found that the deepest part of the heart, the most primitive and pure place, was the origin of the irascible breath, and it turned out that he had been such a terrible monster from beginning to end.

As the sun sets, the story of the night begins.

Ziyun's father has been worried about whether Mu Ziyun has a problem with his brain, he originally heard that there was a natural disaster in the three cities, and the wooden stake was going to follow the village masters to rescue the disaster, but the son suddenly came back, looking at the appearance, it seemed that he had just escaped from the fire, presumably his mind was greatly stimulated, his brain was broken, and the two of them were anxious to add fuel to the fire, but they couldn't do anything, so they could only wait until the night.

In the middle of the night, Ziyun Niang suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly pulled the man over and said: "Today is July 10, and tomorrow is not my son's hanging arc day, then tonight!" ”

The stake slapped his forehead and said, "But forget about this, I'll go and prepare some soil!" ”

Tonight is about to start a thunder feast again, but at the beginning of the hour, when the original thunder started, the night was surprisingly quiet.

And Mu Ziyun had a long dream on this night, and this time, he remembered it from beginning to end:

A foggy village with only three or two adobe houses.

The roof was clean, the doors were open, and the old man sat on a stone mill that had been abandoned for many years, crossing his fingers and counting the days carefully.

He was bare, but the grass in the valleys and ravines was luxuriant. There is a wooden plough in the plough, and behind the plough is a plow or two of cow dung, and the sound of the ox roaring on the hillside, sometimes witty, sometimes tired, if you stand beside it, at first glance, you will forget what year it is, just like the old man, who is not counting the hours, but the years.

"Yes... It's this year, it's today. The old man moved his face, which had been numb for too long, a pair of brown eyes, sunken in the sockets, and he waited, in this lonely, ruthless, so-called rule world, waiting for a group of children.

Lo and behold, the children appeared, coming out of the adobe house that had not changed its appearance in many years, and the old man had waited too long.

"Come here, come here," the old man refused to move, and his thin skeleton was still bent over his shoulders, and he sat on the stone mill, and beckoned to them. The children obediently ran over, frolicking, and lay on the old man's lap.

The old man carefully counted back and forth twice, it was nine children, that's right, he couldn't wait, and told the story that he had been brewing for an unknown number of years, "Eh? Children, have you ever heard of the Yin-Yang Stone? ”

"Yin-Yang Stone?" A girl shook her head, "Grandpa Shouki, what's that?" "The first time the child talked to the old man, it was as familiar as a cross world.

The old man flashed and swallowed, he still held back his mania, thought about it carefully, put away his emotions that had been worn out by the years, and did what he could do in the end.

He said, "That's the starting point of the law, it's... The main culprit of the war. ”

"What is war? What is the law? The girl asked again.

"Time, life and death, feelings.... They are all laws, and war is just a form prescribed by laws. The old man touched the girl's head and said with a kind smile: "I only understand this truth when I am old, you are too young now, but you will understand in the future, you just need to listen to this story." ”

The old man continued: "At that time, there was no boundary between living beings, and the underworld was bordered by yang, nothing more than chaos in the world, and all things were demons and holy spirits. The human race is not prosperous, and barely occupies a small boundary in the sun. One day in legend, a temple suddenly appeared on the top of the continent, and there was a lot of commotion in the temple, and at the end of the ninth day, nine green stones shook out of the temple, and the temple disappeared. ”

"That stone, that is the Yin-Yang Stone, it did not land, but floated into the air, emitting a breathtaking light, the territory of thousands of miles was illuminated, and almost all the races abandoned their homes and gathered beside the Yin-Yang Stone."

Grieve.... The old man paused, changed his posture, and his expression was difficult to settle when he said it, "That's war, I've heard countless legends about war in my life, but compared to that time, even the myth will be bleak, I still can't judge the meaning of that war, even, I can't think of it as a disaster, I just want to use the change of rules to describe it, back then, all the races participated in the war for the Yin-Yang Stone, and the heavens and the earth were torn apart by this war." ”

The children trembled, and suddenly some pictures turned in their minds, and no one felt surprised, just afraid, fear rising from the bottom of their hearts. One of them asked anxiously, "What about the Terrans, have they been destroyed?" ”

"It's a pity that not" The old man patted his wrist meaningfully, then pointed to his head, and said: "The human race can get a piece of the pie in the heaven and earth, relying on the wisdom superior to other races, or cunning, after they suffered a heavy blow for the first time, they immediately withdrew from the battlefield, and then used special means to hide the body breath, not only cunning but also very patient, they didn't dare to do too much, one step at a time, and walked for twenty days to reach the Yin Yang Stone." ”.

"But...," the old man said lonely, "the human race is the race with the most lust for profit, they are the most greedy, obviously they have endured it for so long, but they have no cautious thoughts in front of the yin and yang stones, and they grabbed the nine yin and yang stones like crazy, a total of eighteen people, two of each yin and yang stone stand, and when they touched their hands to the stone face, the bad luck began." The light of the Yin-Yang Stone plummeted, and the eighteen people were surrounded by terrifying energy, and soon after, the nine people who were surrounded by the Yang side turned into nine rays of light and flew into the sky, and the remaining nine people actually transformed into nine fierce beasts. ”

"Beasts? What is a beast, is it a human? One of the boys asked.

"They are human, they have the power of beasts, they are beasts, but they also have human nature, but this nature has faded with time, they have scattered, carved up the world that was already fragmented at that time, they have different abilities, if anyone resists, they will be ruined, all beings are miserable, these nine fierce beasts were named according to their abilities and appearances, they are Hanqi, Chaos, Qilin, Nine-headed Bird, Blood Bedi, Qiqi, Prison Ox, Zhongshan Dragon, Gluttony, the living beings pray to God every day for salvation, just when all thoughts are burning, Nine gods of hope descended from the sky and fought another epic battle with the nine beasts. ”

"And then, then," the children asked eagerly.

"Alas, I didn't expect that this battle could not be divided into winners and losers for two hundred years, both sides were exhausted and seriously injured, and the creatures of the continent were almost wiped out in these two hundred years, so the two sides had to stop, arguing in the center of the continent for ten days and ten nights, and finally formulated the rules of the new world, and agreed that they would no longer be in trouble, and this pattern only lasted for a thousand years, and was finally broken by the fierce beast Qiqi, the heaven and the earth were in chaos again, and the gods and the fierce beasts were really immortal this time."

"Grandpa Shouki, who won in the end?"

"There is no winner" After the old man replied dryly, his eyes drifted away a little, he suddenly stood up, trembling and angry: "This is a curse, it is fate, the fierce beast is dead, the gods are also dead, but the Yin Yang Stone makes them reincarnate." ”

The children were frightened and speechless, the old man sat down in a trance, and after a long time, he smiled, "That's it, that's it, what kind of concern do I need, mine, it's over, the nine gods are the human beings who touched the yin and yang stone and yang side at the beginning, these eighteen were originally mother and son, brothers, and lovers, all of whom were caught in infinite reincarnation and endless wars." ”

"Grandpa, how can I stop reincarnation?"

"I failed, and after a thousand years, I can't forgive myself, but after that, this is your task."

Boom, the sky was darkened from the east, thunder was everywhere, the old man breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw this, and smiled as if he was finally relieved, "You should go, go." ”

The children quickly dispersed, but one boy remained.

"Oh?" The old man nodded, looked at him with pity, and said sadly, "Is it you this time, come here." ”

The child walked over, and the old man touched his head, "Which one are you?" ”

"My name is Kirin"

"Oh, it's you, kid, grandpa has lived for a long time, and he only regrets one thing, and you will encounter this incident, you must remember it."

The child sighed, and the old man continued: "When you go to that cave, you must go in, no matter how important things are waiting to be done, you must go in, you must go in, you must go in, you may change everything if you go in, remember?" ”

"Remembered."

"Good, good", the old man nodded, "Let's go, child." After hearing this, the child turned around and slowly left, and his figure gradually disappeared. With tears in his eyes, the old man slowly got up, leaned over lonely, and walked towards the ethereal, muttering in his mouth: "I also said that I remembered, and you will regret it." ”

Mu Ziyun suddenly jumped out of this picture, he passed through a lot of white light films, and saw many people of all kinds, but they were all children, but they were all wearing clothes that looked like adults. When he opened his eyes, the doll cried, he turned out to be a child, it turned out that this was the moment when he was just born.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes again, at this time, he was lying on the kang, and it was already dawn outside the window, this dream, also the moment he opened his eyes, completely disappeared from his memory, and the last picture flashed in his mind, which was the deep pit he had to dig at the end of his nightmare every night.

And in a certain area of this world, it is overgrown with Qisheng immortal trees, where countless tombstones are erected, at this moment, a certain immortal tree in the depths of the immortal forest, Xia, slowly appeared a tomb, but there is no handwriting on the tombstone, it is new, as if waiting for the arrival of the tomb owner.

At the same time, there is also a continent, which stands on the left side of the clouds, and there are two immortals with crane hair and childish faces, who are staring intently at the world.

An immortal said: "Finally appeared, another reincarnation, another troubled world." ”

Another immortal said, "Who will it be this time?" ”

"No matter who it is, the ending is the same."

"Hey, yes, but this time, I still guess he's—梼杌."

"Wrong, wrong, I bet he's - Chaos."

The two immortals looked at each other and smiled, and suddenly the sky changed color, and the immortal's face changed, and he said, "He is asleep." "It's an unusually early day."

"'He' also slept" "Yes, they all felt it, a new era was coming. ”

From this day on, there were no eighteen thunderstorms in Huzhou overnight, and Mu Ziyun never had that nightmare again, nor did he dig the soil again.