As the sun sets and the smoke clears, the town of Longmen gradually becomes lively, and the villagers with their children after a hard day's work spontaneously gather in a clearing to the west of the town.

Some of the lively townspeople have already moved many tables and wooden stools, put a few pots of peanuts, broad beans, melon seeds and the like that have been fried for a long time, you can eat for half a day, and there is also a scalded home-brewed rice wine, mellow and delicious, drink a few cups, in this hot summer night, the most is to cool off. There is also free tea, packed with a big poke, a big poke edge, neatly stacked with a clean coarse porcelain black bowl, if you want to drink, scoop it yourself, how much is not limited.

On the edge of the open space here, there was originally only one family, the surname of the head of the household is Chang, a single name is a winning word, it looks like a tried and tested talent, thirty or forty years old, quite kind, and there is surplus wealth in hand, three years ago with this beautiful woman and a three-foot tall dwarf, moved here, and bought the current two courtyards and the courtyard in front of this open space of more than ten zhang.

It's strange to say, that Chang Sheng bought that vacant land, neither planting flowers and trees, nor building houses and shops, doing some subsidies for the family's livelihood, just every evening, here with those children who come to play here to tell some ancient and modern legends, gods and ghost stories, but also quite pleasing to those children, over time, more and more children gathered, even adults will come here after sunset to chat in the shade, by the way to listen to Chang Sheng's strange stories. In the past three years, this has become a habit in Longmen Town.

At this time, Chang Sheng was half-lying on a bamboo chair in front of the door, holding a folding fan in his hand, squinting his eyes slightly, listening to the sound of rolling waves in the distance, and enjoying the cool breeze blowing in the evening.

However, he was already surrounded by dozens of impatient children, scratching their ears and cheeks, waiting to hear the story he was going to tell today.

"Uncle Chang, Uncle Chang," several older children couldn't help but exclaim, "it's not too early, everyone is here, you can tell a story!"

"You little hairy monkeys, come to listen to this cheap story every day, and you don't know how to be filial to my second master!" A dwarf squatted on the rattan chair next to him, eating broad beans one by one. He is Chang Sheng's younger brother, named Chang Monkey, but his name is like his person, he really has a bit of monkey appearance, burnt yellow hair, sharp-beaked monkey gills, eyes dripping and rolling, looking clever and shrewd, except for no tail, he is a monkey with a monkey and a crown.

The children, who had already become acquainted with the monkeys, did not annoy him, but laughed with him, and asked him for some broad beans, and shared them with each other, and ate merrily.

Chang Sheng opened his eyes and sat up, shook off the folding fan, and said with a smile: "I want to hear a story, okay! I want to tell a very long story today, would you like to hear it?" The voice was not loud, but the villagers in the entire clearing could hear it clearly, and everyone was silent, pricking up their ears, waiting to hear the story that Chang Shun was going to tell.

"It's long, it's long, that's great, I think the old story is too short, and it's over when I'm addicted!" said one child.

"How long, is it longer than the Ilo?" asked another, younger child, timidly.

Chang Sheng put away the folding fan, gently knocked it on the child's forehead, and said with a smile: "Yes, it is longer than the Yiluo River!"

"Speak, speak!" the children's eyes twinkled with countless little stars.

Chang Shun picked up the tea on the tea table on the side, took a sip lightly, cleared his throat, and said: "This story starts with a dream.

Once upon a time, there was a big, very big piece of land, not with us, it was from another world, far, far away from us, and the Ilo River was long, right? But a thousand Ilo rivers could not flow into that world. ”

"Wow!" the children's eyes lit up, imagining how far away that world was.

"One day, a child who was older than you had a dream that he was squatting on a mountain two thousand feet high, surrounded by a group of fierce beasts, no, not only fierce beasts, but also countless very fierce and cruel savages, like ants, covering the earth and boundless.

Above his head, more than a dozen giant dragons circled, roaring loudly, spitting out flames from time to time, each flame was as big as this clearing, and it was very powerful, and if it was touched, the whole person would be burned into ashes. Seven or eight phoenixes soared in the meantime, those phoenixes are not simple, the samadhi true fire surrounds them, as long as they want, anything can be ignited by this samadhi real fire, it is amazing. Chang Shun said slowly.

"The dragon and the phoenix must have come to help the child!" asked one of the children.

Chang Shun shook his head and said, "No, these dragons and phoenixes are here to kill this child." ”

"Huh!?" the children covered their mouths unconsciously.

Chang Sheng continued: "Not only that, there are many other monsters in the sky, eagles, eagles, sea east greens, vultures, these are nothing, and what is even more terrifying is those giant beasts of the wilderness.

There is the stubborn Han Qi, the evil Qi Qi, the insatiable gluttony, the fierce and irritable Ju Li, the intelligent and knowledgeable Bai Ze, the murderous Zhu Yan, the wise and enlightened Lu Wu, the naturally arrogant Bi Fang, the eyes without beads, and the resolute and brave Qilin...... There were many, many fierce beasts, more than the stars in the sky, densely packed, covering the entire sky. ”

"What kind of monsters are these, more powerful than big tigers?" asked a child in a whisper.

"Cut, what is a big tiger? I've heard Uncle Chang say that these monsters are much more powerful than big tigers, ten, no, a hundred big tigers can't beat one of these monsters. Another child smugly explained.

"Isn't that kid finished, dead?" said the kid worriedly.

Chang Sheng smiled and said: "And not only in the sky, there are more monsters on the ground, not to mention tigers, lions, wolves, leopards, bears, etc., as well as the legendary heroic moves, Feilian, mirage, hedgehog, fox, nine-tailed fox, snake repair, hook snake, nine infants...... There are too many, and among them, there are countless savages who are dressed in animal skins, armed with swords, axes, and spears, and are extremely fierce!"

"That kid will definitely be eaten now, I wonder if there is a fairy grandfather who will come to rescue him?" the children whispered.

"The gods didn't see it," Chang Sheng shook his head and took a sip of water, "But this kid saw that there were countless corpses under the feet of those monsters, one layer after another, covering the earth, and many of them were the corpses of those desolate giant beasts, the corpses of the dragons alone, and the kid saw more than a dozen, not to mention others."

Farther away, a mountain peak was cut in half, and half of the peak collapsed to the side!"

"Wow!" all the children couldn't help but take a breath of cold air in unison, and asked with wide eyes, "Who has such a great ability, who can cut down all the peaks, and who can kill so many monsters?"

"I don't know!" Chang Shun said, "The kid didn't know either, and he was stunned by what he saw."

At this time, he heard a voice laughing and saying, 'Hahahaha, even though you have great powers and skills, you are not going to die under a certain spear!'

The child followed the sound and saw that more than a hundred feet away from him, a wicked man with a pair of big bare feet stepped on the head of a hideous fire dragon, suspended in the air.

The big man was more than two people tall, very ugly and fierce, his hair was red, and he stood up one by one, like a burning flame, and his eyes were as big as a bull's eye, and his eyes were aggressive, like shooting fire, and his face was full of horizontal flesh, and he had a lion nose, and a wide mouth, and two fangs in his mouth, and he laughed more ugly than crying.

What's even more terrifying is that there is a slender poisonous snake hanging on the big ears of the evil man, bright red as blood, spit out snake hyacinth from time to time, 'zizi' sound, and a few cold lights flashed in the eyes of the snake the size of mung beans.

The wicked man's body was frighteningly thick, his arms were two circles thicker than the thighs of an adult, and his skin was bronzed and shining like copper. The animal skin he was wearing was in tatters, and there were many deep wounds on his chest, arms, and thighs, and the flesh was turned out, and half of his body was stained red with blood.

But just like that, the wicked man was still very fierce, as if he didn't feel a trace of pain, and he grasped a bronze spear in his right hand, and the bronze spear was wrapped with a trace of fiery red light like wool, and the tip of the spear kept dripping blood, and I don't know if it was his or someone else's.

The wicked man grabbed the bronze spear with one hand, and pointed the tip of the spear at the child. ”

"Youkai! It must be a youkai, this evil man must be a youkai. The children trembled with fright, their little fists clenched tightly, their palms sweaty, and one child cried out.

Chang Sheng slapped the folding fan twice and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, this is just the child's dream, not true." ”

The children breathed a sigh of relief.

Chang Sheng then said: "And the child, after listening to the words of the evil man, also sneered at the evil man a few times, and shouted: 'What are you proud of? Do you think it's over? It's still early, even if you kill the body of the deity, you don't have the ability to destroy the deity's divine thoughts.

As long as the deity's divine thoughts are still there, one day it will come back, and when the deity returns, see how you indigenous barbarians resist, the deity will kill you, kill you, hehehe!"

One child hesitated and stammered, "What......'s this?" Did the kid say that?"

Chang Sheng shook his head and said: "Of course it wasn't the kid who said it, the kid only found out at this time that he was attached to a man's body at this time, the man's robe had been soaked with blood, his hair was scattered, and his hair was wet and slippery, all of which were stinking blood, dripping down constantly."

His right shoulder hurt terribly, and the boy looked at it secretly and was startled, and it turned out that his right arm had been torn off at the shoulder, and only the empty half-tattered sleeve remained.

The muscles and bones of his whole body were also so sore that he didn't even have the strength to stand up, and he could only barely maintain his squat by landing on the half-amputated knife with his left hand.

It wasn't the kid who said it, it was the man who said it. ”

"This man is so powerful! He killed all those monsters!" The children all admired heroes, and their eyes suddenly flashed with bright light, imagining that they were the men in the siege, fighting bloodily, and the blood in their hearts boiled unconsciously.

"That's for sure, he can kill so many monsters, and the remaining monsters won't be able to surround him!" one of the children shouted, and in their hearts, heroes are always invincible.

"No," Chang Sheng put away the folding fan, slapped the folding fan in his hand, and said, "The man is exhausted, his blood is almost gone, and his body is weak and weak, even if he has the heart to kill the enemy, he is powerless to return to the sky."

At this time, he didn't say that it was those fierce monsters, even if a three-year-old child came, he could push him to the ground with a gentle push. In fact, he also understood that this time, he was in a catastrophe.

I heard the wicked man shouting again, 'Do you want to come back?'

The voice was so loud that it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and it shook people's souls, and the wicked man then shouted: 'Yes, a certain punishment can't kill your so-called divine thoughts, but this heaven and earth can?

As he spoke, the wicked man took out a secluded hill out of nowhere, only an inch in size, exquisite, small and exquisite, and very beautiful.

After digging out the hill, the wicked man said viciously: 'After thousands of years of bloody war, it is finally time to end, and it is time to completely wipe out you, what else do you have to say?'

'Very good, very good!' the man in blood sneered, 'I want to understand the deity, how powerful is that thing, can wear down the deity?'

It's a pity, if it weren't for the suppression of heaven and earth, how would the deity have lost to you?

When he returns, he hopes to see you, the poor ant. No more nonsense, come on!'

"Okay! It's also a good man, so I'll give you a good time!" A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the spear in the reckless man's palm turned into a fire shadow, and went straight to the blood-clothed man to stab him......

When the children heard this, they had already held their breath, and their little hearts had already hung in their throats, and they looked at Chang Sheng, only hoping that Chang Shun would suddenly come to a turn, such as a sword light falling from the sky, just blocking the bronze spear, and for example, a gust of wind blew by, fascinating everyone's eyes, and after the wind, the man had disappeared.

It's a pity that when it comes to this, Chang Sheng's eyes are a little blurred, looking at the starry sky in the distance stupidly, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

"And then?" asked one of the children, finally holding back, whispering.

Chang Sheng woke up and said with a smile: "Later, naturally the child woke up from the dream. ”

"Huh!?" the children were disappointed.

"Uncle Chang, is the blood-clad man dead?" asked a child.

"He must not be dead, someone must have saved him!" said another child.

"Not necessarily, I said he was dead! That kid was actually his son, and when he grew up, he would come back and kill the wicked man to avenge his father!" another child argued.

Chang Sheng smiled, reached out and touched the child's head, and said: "This is just the beginning of this story, there are many things to do in the future, I want to know if this man in blood is dead or not, listen slowly! I'm not afraid that there will be no results, I'm afraid that you are impatient." ”

"What's that child's name?" the boy asked, looking up.

"He?" Chang Sheng said with a smile, "His name is Changsheng, the immortal Changsheng, and the name of your Uncle Chang is different from the phonetic. ”

Chang Monkey tilted his head and looked at Chang Sheng with a grin.