Shanhedu

The black whirlwind swept Xiaoyao all the way into the cave in a mountain peak.

Falling down on the hard stone bed in the cave, Xiaoyao once thought that he was going to be thrown to death in this big dark hole.

Grinning and rubbing his shoulders, he stood up, raised his head and looked up at the bare hole above, when suddenly a black shadow flew down behind him.

He turned around "ah", trembling with fear.

In front of him, there are unidentified demons and ghosts that can be called "human beings".

He was a head taller than Xiaoyao, and was wearing a long black robe, with a layer of black cloth wrapped around his shoulders, wrapped around his upper body and piled around his waist.

Wearing a mask with animal patterns covering the upper half of his face, the man and Xiaoyao looked at each other, the deep eyes could not see the bottom, and then turned around.

The long hair was all gathered up, hanging down the back of the neck, and the back showed a sense of indifference and alienation. Xiaoyao felt that this person looked very familiar.

Boldly speaking, "You, you brought me here... who are you? You have to touch a hair of my hair, otherwise, otherwise, the heavens will not spare you!"

When Xiaoyao said the rest, he shouted at the top of his voice, trying to boost his momentum.

The black-faced man with his back to Xiaoyao turned around again and asked him.

"who are you?"

This question puzzled Monk Zhang Er who was asked by Xiaoyao. Obviously you arrested me, why don't you know who I am?

Thinking of this, Xiaoyao turned to recall, the voice just now...

A thought that made Xiaoyao both terrified and excited went straight to Tianlinggai, his blood was surging, and his whole body from head to toe began to tremble involuntarily.

The umbrella handle on the side of the waist reminded Xiaoyao to regain his sanity, but he couldn't restrain his boiling mind and dragged him back to the past with all his might...

200 years ago, relying on the demon king Nine-headed Jiao, who was born with infinite evil power, he wantonly harmed the Six Realms. Because the evil power in his body was gathered from the dark forces of all things in the world, there was no one in the Six Realms to contend with it.

In the end, most of the old immortals from the heavens set off, leading 60 heavenly soldiers and generals, and united with other experts from all walks of life. They lost most of them, and they were worthy of sealing the nine-headed dragon in the unreal sea, and endured the pain of purgatory.

The dragons in the demon world were leaderless for a while, and those who fled escaped and hid. At that time, the wife of the demon king was giving birth, and the queen swallowed the baby to apologize for her death, leaving only the flesh and blood to survive.

Heaven was ordered to eradicate evil spirits everywhere, but the one-month-old son of the demon king was taken to heaven to be dealt with.

The Heavenly Mother was soft-hearted and couldn't bear the guilt of an innocent child. With Guanyin Bodhisattva and other immortals pleading for mercy, the descendants of the demon king were spared by the Heavenly Emperor to live under the lap of the Taishang Laojun.

The kind-hearted Laojun named him "Zhuyin" in order to give this new life a hope of living.

When the child grows up in the future, he will ask where his parents came from, so that he can understand that good and evil have their share.

One day in the sky, three years in the ground, until Zhuyin can stand and walk, others will discover the incompleteness of this new life.

Zhuyin was a little blind man who could not see in his right eye.

Laojun has countless elixir in his alchemy furnace, but he is powerless to recover from the cause. I'm afraid it's a sin he was born with, and that blind eye is probably the price he paid for his life.

The little blind man in the Taishang Laojun's palace is the bastard of the great devil, and he will not be a good thing when he grows up. All the little fairies in the heaven say so.

Cause-by-cause is a different kind of existence, you can't fight back when you hit, and you can't fight back when you scold.

Laojun saw that he was weak since he was a child. Although he was born in the devil world, he was still a child after all. He ate and drank well and took good care of him, but he couldn't protect him well in all aspects.

Being used to being oppressed by his peers, the little blind man naturally understood that he was an outlier.

Never longing for someone to be close to him, as long as those people don't trouble him.

When he was older, Zhuyin would be at the age to study with those fairies, and the little heavenly grandson who was raised in Lingshan in the South China Sea also returned to the heaven to study with them.

Xiao Tiansun grew up surrounded by love since he was a child. His grandparents are the emperor and mother of heaven, and his parents are gods and fairies. They take good care of him, and he is like a warm and warm cloud to others.

On the first day of school, the little blind man who huddled in the far corner of the study hall was "kindly greeted" by the fairies who pushed him out on weekdays.

He hugged his knees with both hands to form a little hedgehog without thorns, and let them punch and kick him.

As long as they wait until they've had enough, the little blind man told himself.

But the expected pain did not intensify, and the haze above his head dissipated. The little blind man waited for a while before he dared to let go of his arms.

Looking up, those people had already been driven away by Yuebai's figure, and that person saw everyone leaving, turned around and ran back, bending over in front of Zhuyin.

The little blind man was vigilant with a bright eye, watching the chubby little round face in front of him spread a sugar-like smile to himself, and then stretched out his hand to pull himself up.

"My name is Xiaoyao, don't be afraid, they won't bully you in the future, I will be Yuelao in the future."

The fleshy little hand stretched out in front of Zhuyin, the little blind man backed away, the smile on Xiaoyao's face was still there, and the smile was even warmer.

"Don't be afraid, let's be friends. I don't have friends either. If you follow me, they won't hurt you anymore."

Immediately afterwards, Xiaoyao flicked his sleeves in front of him, and Zhuyin felt comfortable all over, the bruises on his face disappeared, and the place where he was beaten didn't feel pain anymore.

Xiao Xiaoyao proved himself, "I didn't lie to you, get up and chase the cause."

Facing those too innocent and warm eyes, the little blind man let go of his guard for the first time, opened his fragile and humble heart, and accepted the warm and sunny love.

With Xiao Tiansun's "cover" care, others' harm to Zhu Yin receded like flowing clouds.

Xiaoyao and Zhuyin really became each other's only friends until Tiaotiao grew up.

When Zhuyin was [-] or [-] years old, he worked as a laborer for Zhinu Temple for a year, picking the most beautiful sunset glow from the sky and carrying the most intense ink color at dusk.

Xiaoyao's umbrella comes from this. Zhuyin learned from Zhinu for a whole month, repeated it countless times, and was pierced with countless thorns, and finally tied a Liuyun tiger bone umbrella.

The two of them are very close, no matter how much they see it, they feel that it is inappropriate for Tiansun and the son of the devil to walk so close.

But Xiaoyao never cared about those rumors, and told Zhuyin not to listen to them.

During those years, Zhuyin put all his thoughts and eyes on Xiaoyao.

Being at ease with him is the patronage and redemption of light and love for the cause.

A different kind of affection was born in the young man's heart, and it has also settled over the years, and the fire is never extinguished.

It's a pity that this kind of time didn't last too long, and Zhuyin was used by someone with a heart to break down his psychological defense line of more than ten years, dig out the human hatred of his parents who were killed, and become a demon in one day.

Before he could stir up chaos in the heavens, the mastermind who secretly manipulated all this took the lead and took away Zhuyin Haosheng.

When Xiaoyao heard the news, Zhuyin had long since disappeared. Not only that, the Emperor of Heaven was furious, and he put down the beheading order, caught the devil and executed Zhuyin immediately, leaving no future troubles.

It's a pity that Xiaoyao wandered around without doing business for more than 100 years, and he never found the little blind man who obeyed his advice but left without telling him.

The rain began to fall outside the cave, Xiaoyao blinked his eyes, his breathing was trembling, and the corners of his mouth were twitching, slowly moving.

"Yes...is that you..."

The author has something to say: Xiaoyao: Is it you~ will give me a heart and let me go forward bravely~ it's you~

Black-faced man: Who do you call Ye Zi?

Happy: (;｀O?) o is you!