"How long can 500 years be, what will happen in 500 years, who can live for 500 years?"

Syllable!

The old man broke the dead branch in his hand and woke up the officials.

Then I heard him shout: "Heaven and earth are divided into upper and lower, the sun and the moon shine on the present and the ancient, in this world, it is nothing more than a big drama for you to come and go!"

Speaking of this, he stopped, looked around with cloudy eyes, and shouted again: "Ladies and gentlemen, the little old man will tell you about the trouble in the Heavenly Palace today!"

Nancun is located at the foot of Daqing Mountain, there are some legends of foxes and monsters in the mountains, and some people see a long rainbow breaking through the sky on weekdays.

Listening to the old man in the village, it was an immortal who had lived for hundreds of years.

With the yearning for immortals, young people in the village often walk into Daqing Mountain to find immortals.

Old man Li was also one of those people when he was young, and when he came back from old age, he told the story at the entrance of the village.

At first, people were still interested in the story, but after listening to it more, they lost interest, and more people ridiculed that Old Man Li had been wandering outside for decades, and he couldn't get along with deceptive tricks and now he was back.

This also makes many people wonder whether immortals exist or not, and those who say that they have seen immortals are also suspected of being dazzled.

Because once there were two people together, one said he saw the immortal, and the other found nothing.

Regardless of whether the immortal exists or not, and whether the story told by Old Man Li is true or not, there are always some people who believe that it is true.

For example, the group of children in front of him, and for example, Zuo Tian, who had just entered the village at this moment.

"It is said that five hundred years ago, a demon monkey was born......"

"Do you know how this demon monkey came to this world?"

Under the old locust tree, Old Man Li sat on the ground, his eyes squinted, and the dead branch in his right hand appeared vividly on the ground with the fall of a small monkey at the beginning of the story.

"My mother said, monsters all fall from the sky, and they eat disobedient children at night!"

"Nonsense! Since that monster is a monkey, then the monkey is obviously born by a monkey. ”

"No, no, the monkey is so cute, how can it be a monster?"

......

Just one question, the children quarreled over it, which was enough to see that this old man Li had some coaxing skills.

Old man Li also looked at this group of children with a smile, slowly lifted the dead branch in his hand, and gently fell.

Although they were arguing, the group of children always glanced at Old Man Li from the corner of their eyes, knowing that this old man had always had a bad taste.

At this moment, with Old Man Li's movements, they also stopped making noise one by one, sat upright, and pricked up their ears to listen to Old Man Li's next story.

"That monkey jumped out of a crack in the rock!"

Without letting them wait, Old Man Li smiled slightly and explained.

Wow!

There was an uproar.

None of them guessed right?

It's just that monkeys can still pop out of this stone?

The first time they heard this kind of novelty, the children were restless again, but this time they didn't make any more noise, obviously knowing that Old Man Li would not let them start to speculate like before.

Sure enough, with the story of "Havoc in the Heavenly Palace" told by Old Man Li, the picture of the monkey also vividly appeared in their minds.

Behind this group of children, the teenager who had just entered the village saw the old man Li who was telling the story, and a touch of joy appeared on his face.

But seeing that the young man's lips were red and his teeth were white, and there was a spirit in his eyes, and his pure black eyes like jewels were flickering slightly, he crept over.

Looking for a corner where the old man's voice could be heard faintly, the young man gently put down the firewood behind him, and sat down cross-legged without disgusting the dust on the ground.

The two white hands naturally supported his cheeks, and with the story of Old Man Li, his smart eyes became brighter and brighter.

The boy is Zuo Tian, and he likes the words at the beginning of every story told by Old Man Li.

How long would 500 years be? He couldn't imagine it, but 500 years should be able to do a lot of things.

Perhaps, there was a wonderful story that happened 500 years ago......

"It is said that the demon monkey's ability is all over the sky, and one heel can turn over 108,000 miles, and it can be transformed into thousands or hundreds of clones when you pluck out a single hair......"

The story continues, and the children are fascinated by it.

They seem to have melted into the story, and they have become the unruly, powerful and powerful demons who stand up to the sky and the earth.

The sun gradually set in the west, baking the sky, and even the peak of the great green mountains reaching into the sky seemed to be burned red.

The half of the peak exposed in the haze seemed to be a peerless divine weapon about to be cast, and only the final quenching was needed to create the treasure that pierced the heavens.

Nancun quietly leaned on this divine weapon, enjoying its favor alone.

Seven years ago, Nan Shugen carried out a blood-stained boy from the depths of Daqing Mountain, which was full of wild beasts.

After learning that the boy had lost his memory, Nan Shugen, who had lost his parents since he was a child, felt the same way and treated the boy who looked a few years younger than him as his own brother.

In the past seven years, by chance, the village's hunting party discovered that the boy had an innate keen sense of danger.

Since then, the boy has been in the hunting party, and he has lived up to expectations and led the team to avoid many crises.

Seven years is enough time for a novice to transform into a mature old hunter, and enough for a teenager to grow into a responsible man.

But the boy didn't change in the slightest.

His companions all started to have little dolls, and he still liked to listen to Old Man Li's stories as before.

Every time, he would happily sit cross-legged in the front row, and then frolic with the little dolls in the village in a funny way, and from time to time he would ask all kinds of strange questions about the stories told by Old Man Li.

Until one day, a little doll with a runny nose asked him: "Uncle Zuo Tian, why don't you get old, Daddy's beard is prickly, and he has to stick it on my face every day, it's really annoying!"

Children tend to be childish, and adults don't care about what they say.

But this sentence was somehow listened to by the person who had a heart.

Since that day.

"The youkai in the big green mountain have appeared"

"The Monster That Doesn't Grow"

Rumors spread throughout the village.

And all this points to the left sky that has not changed.

Thinking of Zuo Tian's origins, as well as his unchanged appearance in the past seven years, the villagers gradually began to believe this rumor.

There is also the old man who believes in the existence of demons and monsters, patting his thigh and shouting when chatting after dinner: "It's been seven years and you haven't aged at all? ”

Although it is a joke, there should be no less precautions.

The villagers began to deliberately distance themselves from him, and the uncles and aunts who used to greet him with a smile when they met him would also stay away when they saw him.

Even the little dolls who used to joke with him when they listened to stories were intimidated by the house, and then they began to stay away from him, unwilling to sit with him.

If it weren't for the fact that he had been in the hunting team, and those good companions who played with him had now become the main force of the hunting team, and those old people still took care of the kindness of the former guide, Zuo Tian would have been driven out of the South Village.

That's it, as the rumors in the village intensified, Zuo Tian's life became more and more difficult.

After all, as time goes by, the affection in my heart will always fade.

And who can tolerate an old youkai who never seems to grow old and doesn't know how many years to live with them?

Maybe even his amnesia is faked, after all, he hasn't forgotten his name.

Zuo Tian didn't understand why he was the way he was now, he knew that he was different from others, he had tried his best to fit in with the village and make himself a useful person.

But he was still targeted again and again.

He used to follow the hunting team in the village, and every time he returned from hunting, he had a share of the team's allocation.

Since the rumor spread a few years ago, he has been participating in fewer and fewer hunts, and they don't call him anymore when they meet collectively to study the area in the mountains.

He was gradually marginalized, and Zuo Tian could only watch, but there was nothing he could do.

Until one afternoon a year ago, no one came to inform him to go to the meeting place.

Because there was only one person, he didn't dare to go into the mountain, so he could only put some traps on the back mountain, a safe place, or make some small traps to catch prey such as hares and pheasants to help his eldest brother Nanshu root relieve some pressure.

But lately, every time he went to harvest, he would find that his prey had been taken first, and what was even more infuriating was that he had destroyed the trap he had worked so hard to make.

Zuo Tian knew that someone wanted to drive himself away in this way, and although it was sad, he didn't resent it at all.

After all, it was a village where he had lived for seven years, after all, he had fought with them, and he knew that he would leave here one day.

The thought came from the depths of his heart, as if someone had told him that he didn't belong here.

He also fantasized about his past, every time he saw that kind of magical thing happening to him at night, these were the same as the monsters in Old Man Li's story, and he couldn't help but explore his own life experience.

What kind of person was I before, where did I come from, why did I lose my memory, or was I really a monster?

He didn't dare to tell people about his specialness.

He had seen the village burn alive babies with a tail on it.

He looked at the smiles on the faces of those men and the desperate eyes of the mother who had lost her child, and for many days and nights he woke up in a nightmare.

I'm still useful to them, and they certainly won't do this to me.

Zuo Tian often comforted himself like this.

Only every time he listens to Old Man Li's story, he will forget all his troubles.

"Smack. There was another sound of a branch breaking.

Zuo Tian woke up, and suddenly seemed to realize something, he quickly picked up the firewood that was put aside, and fled here in a hurry.

Muffled voices came from behind him.

"Hmm, you're a damn monster again!

But it was the child who entered the play who listened to the sound behind him, turned his head and saw Zuo Tian who had escaped, and couldn't help shouting.