Chapter 463: Breaking the House in the Rain

Yan Yin was surprised, "Spirit Saint Sixth Order! is so strong, how could he be injured? Could it be that the man injured the intercession senior?"

"In this world, there are many kinds of injuries. External injuries to the body, or serious injuries to the inside, etc. However, there is a kind of wound called emotional wound. He smiled, shook his head sadly, and said, "The injuries on the body can be treated with medicine." Serious injuries within can also be recuperated slowly with time. And emotional wounds are spiritual wounds, and even time is difficult to heal them. ”

"Emotional injury?" Yan Yin frowned, then looked at the sadness in a daze, and said, "Ask her senior, is her relationship hurt?"

"Perhaps!" said sadly, "who knows? It's just that those sentimental stories never have a perfect ending. After she went to the man, something happened that we didn't know about. Subsequently, on a rainy night, the ancestor returned to Qingyue Mountain. After that, there was more of this in Qingyue Mountain. ”

Looking at Yan Yin, he said slowly and compassionately, "This love pass, at the beginning, was not used for those who were ruthless and ruthless, but a place to ask the ancestors of love to retreat. Later, because of the death of the ancestor for many years, and the memory of the first head of the love fairy, a series of rules were set, and this love level gradually became a test of people. The death of the ancestor of the interrogator was the night before the man arrived. When she passed away, the aura of the entire Qingyue Mountain fluctuated greatly, and the entire love pass was also rippled with colorful smoke. ”

The colorful smoke has been seen by Yan Yin before. I couldn't help but open my mouth and ask Compassion, "Senior, what is that colorful smoke?"

"That's the most dangerous thing in the relationship," Compassion said, "It is all the emotions of the ancestor of the love, and she used big means to detain and stay in this relationship. Whoever enters this will experience a small part of the emotions she has experienced. If you can go through this complex feeling, then your level of loyalty to the relationship is subconsciously recognized, and you will be safe and sound. On the contrary, you will only be trapped forever in the feelings of the ancestor until you slowly die. ”

Shocked, Yan Yin said abruptly, "It's so magical?"

nodded seriously, and said sadly, "Construct a small world with your own strength, and then arrange all kinds of emotional stories in it." Every kind of emotional story is real and unreal. Even when you pass the test, you will give up your understanding of the feelings because of the feelings in them. Over the years, I've experienced more than 100 challenges. But only three came out of it. And of the three, two have given up their own understanding of feelings. There is also one who fell into the feelings of the ancestor and finally became a substitute martyr. ”

Looking at the long road of white fog ahead, it was hazy, dreamy, and full of mystery.

Suddenly, Yan Yin thought of something and looked at the compassion, "Senior, can you tell me, who is that man?"

stood up and said sadly, "Okay, I told you so much, and it was also because of your relationship with the head of Bang Xin." Moreover, I can also see that you have your own ideas about the understanding of feelings. At least, when the head of Bang Xin asked you to defend the woman named Su Yanying in front of the mountain gate and what you did to Ye Qingwu's girl in the Valley of the Dead, I knew that you looked a little careless, but you were not abusive. At the very least, you really love the people around you. ”

Yan Yin didn't expect Bang Xin to say these things to Compassion, but thinking about it, it was probably for her own good.

"Guess for yourself, that man!" said compassionately, "Perhaps, when you get out of this love path, I can tell you who he is." ”

The compassionate eyes are full of encouragement and melancholy, encouragement is for Yan Yin, and melancholy is for this feeling.

Looking at the love pass, Yan Yin took a deep breath and said slowly, "It's all sad to say that the love is difficult, but how can the person who really loves you get lost in the emotional world of others." This huge illusory emotional world, let's use it as a tool to confirm Yan's feelings!"

Turning around, Yan Yin looked at Compassion and said, "Senior, I don't know if there is anything else I can advise my juniors?"

Looking at Yan Yin, she was silent for a long time, and finally said, "The best advice is not to break through this relationship"

smiled, Yan Yin's eyes flashed with a hint of firmness, "Yan Yin can be the commander of more than 100,000 troops in Northern Xinjiang, and he didn't do it by hesitation. As a leader of one side, as a warrior, only an unwavering heart can defeat everything!"

As he spoke, Yan Yin arched his hand to compassion and said, "Senior, the junior is leaving." ”

Watching Yan Yin gradually walk towards the white mist, Sadness suddenly said, "In this relationship, the time of a year is ten days outside. Remember, don't stay in it for long. And!"

At the end, he said in a deep voice, "In this relationship, there is a person. If you meet him, ask me to bring him a few words. ”

Yan Yin, who was walking towards the white mist, slowly stopped her pace.

"The feelings that have passed away have become illusory, and the love that was once not firmly grasped is useless to remember no matter how much it is remembered after it has passed. Since you have missed the opportunity to seize this love, why not let it go cleanly. The voice of compassion came into Yan Yin's ears word by word, "On the road of love, lock your heart, let the forcible feelings remain, open your heart and let it gradually go with the wind!"

Nodding secretly, Yan Yin slowly walked towards the road of love.

Soon, the white mist covered his figure and gradually disappeared from the sight of sadness.

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Low eaves, broken bricks.

In a dilapidated house that could not block the wind or rain, a little boy curled up and shivered inside.

It was raining heavily, and the wind and rain were blowing through the dilapidated houses inside.

Most of the ground was already wet, and the little boy struggled to find a clean place to continue curling up.

His face was already a little purple from the cold, and his black lips were tightly pursed.

A pair of immature little hands tried to pull the tattered and incomplete clothes on his body, trying to cover the exposed purple and blue skin.

For three days, the wind was strong outside, and the cold rain was pouring.

The little boy woke up several times in the cold and passed out in the cold and hunger.

Several times the little boy woke up and walked to the dilapidated house, looking at the heavy rain outside, rubbing his little hands vigorously on his body, rubbing his face with the little warmth that came from the rubbing of his palms.

His lips were a little black, and some were dry and white. On the skin of the mouth, it has been dried and cracked many times.

Trembling with his hand, the little boy took a little of the cold rain that did not look dirty from the eaves, and took it into his mouth one by one.

After a few sips of water, the little boy withdrew his hand.

He wiped his wet hands on the warm clothes that had been the only thing the boy had been protecting him for the past three days, and then looked around the room.

The inside of the house was somewhat 'clean', except for the broken tiles that fell from the roof, there were some weeds and some bird droppings in the house.

A heavy rain washed away the bird droppings that had already been dried, and a thick stench spread through the house.

Rubbing his belly, the little boy began to look for it in the house.

He looked thin and even stunted. But a pair of bright eyes, but very clean and clear.

These eyes are very clear, some clever in them, and some nervous in them.

He searched the house several times, but found nothing.

Finally, he set his eyes on the weeds and a pile of guano.

A pair of immature little hands pulled through the weeds for a long time, and finally when his little hands were cut red by the weeds, there was a ru white thing in his hands.

It's a bird's egg, I don't know how long it's been hidden in this weed.

The little boy didn't wait to break and swallow the egg, but shook it back and forth in his ear.

With a disappointed look on his face, the boy carefully set the eggs aside, and then pulled them up in the weeds.

After a while, he found two more identical eggs.

He shook it back and forth a few times as before, and his eyes once again showed a look of disappointment.

Still carefully setting the two eggs aside, the little boy then looked at the rain-soaked bird droppings.

Wiping the rain that had fallen from the hole above and hit his face, the little boy breathed hard, then pinched his nose with one hand.

The other hand touched the soaked bird droppings.

In the dirty and smelly bird droppings, the little boy touched them in piles for a long time, and the stench in the whole dilapidated house became bigger and bigger.

After each time the little boy's face turned red, he hurried to the door.

Letting go of the hand that was pinching his nose, the little boy breathed heavily.

In the room, he did not dare or want to breathe in the stinky, unpleasant smell.

And so on, after several back and forth, after the little boy had touched the piles of guano one after another, he also had four more eggs stained with guano in his hands.

Carefully and cautiously took the eggs to a leaky place in the house and carefully washed them one by one with his little hands, and the little boy finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Holding the egg and shaking it back and forth in his ear a few times, the little boy showed a hint of surprise on his face.

Carefully knocking the egg on the ground, when it had some cracks but not broken, the little boy tilted his head, put the egg to his mouth, and then tapped it lightly on his teeth several times.

A cloud of white and yellow liquid flowed into his mouth, and the little boy's face showed a hint of satisfaction.

Three of the four eggs pulled from bird droppings were put into his mouth. The other one was placed with the three eggs that had been sent out of the weeds earlier.

Looking at the four eggs in front of him, the little boy's clear and bright eyes showed some hesitation.

There was a hint of hesitation, as if he was making some kind of huge decision.

It's just that why this picture is so poignant, and so unbearable to choke.

Outside, a figure appeared in the rain at some point.

His gaze looked at the little boy inside with some pity.

There were several times when he was about to take a step forward, but each time, he clenched his fist and retracted his foot.

"Come on, come on, that little junk must be here. In the distance, there was a loud laugh of a group of children, "Such a heavy rain, only this dilapidated house can go." Everybody will let the little tamble learn to bark later, and then give a rice ball, the little tambler will be happy, haha"

I saw a group of neatly dressed children, carrying one after another colorful little umbrellas, rushing towards the dilapidated house.

As they passed the figure outside the house, there was a slight ripple.

Then I saw them pass directly through the figure without hindrance, and headed towards the broken house.

Looking at the dilapidated house, the figure slowly raised his hand and said to himself, "Why have I become an illusion, but they are real? Is this really an illusory world? But why, everything is so real." ”