Mr. Cat

From then on, he fell into the deep darkness, his eyes closed tightly, his consciousness sank, and his limbs felt indescribably comfortable and happy, just like a mortal returning to his mother's embrace.Gradually, he forgot everything, and the painful memories of 300 years were sealed in the deepest part of his memory.His limbs were light, his whole body relaxed, and he fell into a deeper, sweet dream.

After an unknown amount of time, chirping birds chirped in my ears, and Zhi Youyou woke up, only to realize that she was actually buried in the soil.Panicked, he thrust his arm out, and the breeze passed through his fingers lightly.Zhi woke up completely, he arched upwards, pressed his palms on the intertwined root system of the tree, exerted strength on his waist, and with a sudden leap, he got out of the loose soil layer.

Suddenly, the breeze was blowing, and the blue sky came into his eyes.

Zhi was stunned in place, the chirping birdsong rang in his ears, the clouds swirled in the sky, and the leaves above his head rustled.He looked up and saw the deep-rooted osmanthus trees dancing in the wind, and the osmanthus blossoms bloomed successively, as if welcoming his return.

For some reason, tears rolled down my cheeks, and a complex emotion surged in my heart, mixed with excitement, sadness, and joy, which was hard to express for a while.He struggled to get up from the soil and lay down on the green grass in a big shape.The slightly bitter fragrance of plants and trees fills the nostrils, causing silent tears.

He didn't know why he was crying, tears crawled down his cheeks unknowingly.All the grievances and all the pain disappeared at the moment when the tears flowed out.

His memory is like a painting that has been cut and damaged, mottled and blurred, he only remembers his own name, and can't remember the rest.He seems to have died long ago, and here is his grave.Zhi opened his arms, bathed in the warm sunshine, and the breeze brushed his cheeks——

Now, he returns to the world.

Smelling the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, he sat under the tree and basked in the sun for a whole day. He didn't realize that he had to eat until the golden sun was setting and his stomach was growling.It turned out that even if he came back from the dead, he still had to eat and sleep.Zhi Zhi stood up unsteadily, and walked out of the mountain.

He vaguely heard the sound of the river rushing, as long as he walked along the river, he could find people.Without even thinking about it, Zhi found the way out, as if he had walked it before.He was very hungry, and traveled day and night until dawn the next day, when he finally saw the river with the sound of water.

Zhi Chang breathed a sigh of relief, after walking on the mountain road for six or seven hours, he was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.He stared at the snowy river in front of him, and suddenly felt severe pain in his stomach.He looked down in astonishment, through the holes in the ragged clothes, a hideous wound slowly opened on his stomach, like a knife wound.

Blood gurgled out, and Zhi's vision gradually blurred. He heard a male voice say in surprise: "You!"

Severe pain swept over him, causing his whole body to twitch in pain, profusely sweating, and the man in front of him strode forward.He had obviously never met him before, but Kezhi's subconscious told him that this man was worthy of trust.

He knelt down softly and fell into the man's arms.

……

Louis withdrew from the dream, only to find that he was sitting on the tree trunk with his long legs resting on the raised tree roots, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears: "Wake up."

Louis looked up and found a young monk in snow-white robes standing in front of him, smiling.There is a cinnabar mole in the corner of the monk's eye, which is as red as blood. Beside the monk, there is another young man who is just like him, but he is wearing a wide-sleeved dark coat, holding a folding fan, and there is no cinnabar mole in the corner of his eye. He looks gentle and elegant. .

Louis was stunned, his whole body stiffened: "You...I...what, what's going on?"

Shan San came over, "You finally woke up, Sima Zhi and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Louis couldn't help but stepped back, leaning his back against the tree trunk, so surprised that he couldn't speak clearly.He put his hands together on his chest and muttered, "Am I dreaming?"

Another familiar voice came from above his head: "It's not wrong to say it's a dream."

Louis looked up, and saw that Zhi was sitting on a tree in an armor and wearing a strong sword. He lowered his head slightly and combed a high ponytail behind his head.His handsomeness is completely different from Sima Zhi and Shan Shi. Maybe it's because he was alone since he was born, or maybe it's because of what happened in those 300 years that Zhi looks a bit gloomy and indifferent.

Shan San spread his hands and said nonchalantly: "We are just a ray of obsession now, do you know about obsession?"

Louis was surprised, unable to understand Sugata's words, he said with some embarrassment: "I don't understand much."

Sima Zhi opened the folding fan with a snap, and the fan was embroidered with burning peach blossoms, but he didn't look frivolous. He said: "We are a ray of obsession left in the treetops, we are you, you are us, we represent What you couldn't let go of at that time, you thought you couldn't get the answer, so it didn't dissipate, but stayed in the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, waiting for the answer from your future self."

He closed the fan with a smile, and pointed to the gloomy young man on the tree: "For example, him, do you know who he can't let go of?"

"Xue Ling." Louis said directly without thinking.

Zhi was 19 years old when he was sacrificed, and was dumped on Honglian Road. Then he woke up in the state of a soul, went upstream along the Dongxu River, came to the edge of Chishui in Netherland, and then met the still immature Xue Ling.He and Xue Ling are brothers and sisters, and he indeed regards Xue Ling as his younger sister.

During the 200 years of being caught by Lord Jiuyin and thrown into Leiyuan and ghosts, he couldn't stop hating, hating Xue Ling's deception, and Lord Jiuyin's viciousness.Until he was locked in the Jiuyou Ice Cave in the extreme north, only Xue Ling was with him day and night, and he gradually realized his own life experience.

A soul born of a conspiracy, even if it is not Xue Ling, will fall into the palm of Lord Jiuyin.

Shan San laughed: "It seems that you have indeed recovered the memory of the past."

Zhi jumped off the tree and landed firmly on the ground. Louis looked at him, and found that Zhi's eyes were extremely dark, almost black, like a long sword drawn out of its sheath, and his whole body was entwined with a soaring evil spirit, which was amazing. shudder.Zhi took a step forward and approached him. He lowered his eyes and asked, "Is Xue Ling still alive?"

"She was out of her mind," Louis unconsciously stroked the rough tree roots, feeling depressed, "it turned into flying snow before my eyes, and I don't know where to fly."

Zhi couldn't see any change in his expression, as cold as ever.He nodded and said, "I see."

"You know? She is very guilty. She said that she was a slave to a tiger. It is the best way to get rid of her soul and wash away her sins," Louis said. "Are you sad?"

Zhi didn't answer, but looked at him steadfastly: "Then are you sad?"

It wasn't very sad, Louis stroked his heart, even if he regained his memory, it was just like watching a movie, those were other people's stories.Even though Xue Ling had a deep friendship with him, he still couldn't empathize with his past self.

"Swagger is grown on my body. When I was nurturing my soul, I took away a wisp of divine sense and asked him to keep it for me," Zhi said flatly, "Wait until the future me, tell me the answer."

When Zhi reached the shore of Shenmu, Xue Ling resolutely returned to the extreme north with Honghu.Zhi is not worried about Weichen Jun, nor Honghu, both of them are gods, so they naturally have a way to be reborn.But Xueling was different, she was crying, but also timid, and after a little coaxing, she smiled happily.She is too weak, and the possibility of being killed is very high when she returns to the Far North.

This thread of obsession has been blatantly guarded for 2000 years.

Zhi retreated back without a word, returning to silence, he closed his eyes slightly, so that people could not see his mood.

Sima Zhi took over the conversation, tapped Louis on the head with a folding fan, and said softly, "Then what do you think I want to know?"

"Victor and Yangliu," Louie whispered, "You can't let them go."

"After you left, the empire collapsed. Victor spent 1000 years in life-and-death struggle, then adopted a baby like him, lived in seclusion by the sea, planted many roses, and finally slept in the sea of ​​flowers. As for Yang Li Bird, whose feathers have turned into a kingfisher, flies from Siwangguan to Honglian Road every morning. The mountain of Zawangguan is named after the kingfisher, called Jicui Peak.”

Sima Zhi said, "How long has Victor been dead?"

"It's been almost two or three hundred years. The baby that Victor brought up is my current father, and he gave his name to my father." The sea of ​​red roses outside Guangdu Middle School appeared in Louis's mind. .

When Sima Zhi got the answer of missing, he also stepped back and stood with Zhi.

Shan San brushed off his cassock and sat down in front of Lu Yi, without so much bitterness and hatred from fate, he seemed to have turned back into that cheerful monk who teased his senior brother again.When he laughed, even the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye became bright.

"Then who is my obsession?"

"Mr. Kunlun, Lu Wu." Lu Yi wrote lightly, but his eyes softened unconsciously, "He is what you miss the most."

After that, he cast his eyes on Sima Zhi and Zhi, and said, "Including both of them miss Lu Wu more or less."

Zhi wants to know Lu Wu, Sima Zhi feels that Lu Wu, as a god, will be able to wait for the second fateful person, but at the same time, he is worried that Lu Wu will not accept his passing.

"He's fine," Louie said, "and he's going to go back to what he was before."

Change back to the previous Kunlun Jun who likes to laugh, likes to be lively, loves to be jealous and sweet, possessive, and sometimes mischievous.The successive losses made Mr. Kunlun silent and gentle, as if he had smoothed the edges and corners of his body, gentle, but depressed, afraid of losing Louis again.

Shanshi said: "How did Mr. Kunlun spend the 1000 years when I was lost? Do you know?"

Louis got stuck and shook his head in despair: "I don't know."

Shan Sui stroked the bright red mole at the corner of the eye, and said: "The cinnabar mole at the corner of my eye is the mark left on my body after the rebirth of Yangli from the ashes of fire, and the flame of Yangli bird is hidden inside. Your appearance, It means that my scattered souls have been collected by Lord Kunlun, and re-warmed and raised to perfection."

When the voice fell, Louis found that the three of them were emitting light dust.Those light and dust rushed over, Shan San smiled and looked at him: "Forget the river of water, forget the past, if you go downstream, you will lose all your memories, but if you go upstream, you will be able to remember the past and present."

The figures of the three of them gradually dissipated, and their smiles became blurred in the dazzling light.The gloomy and indifferent General Zhi, the gentle and refined Sima Zhi, and the white-clothed and brown-covered Shan Shi all disappeared before his eyes with the lingering sound.

He heard Zhao Yao say: "Do you still remember what a demon is?"