[Town Soul] Zhao Yunlan Small Theater

Attached Curtain (8)

Under the twilight sky, the ice and snow shop that has not been closed all year round reflects a sweeping purity, and of course it also reflects the cutest fur ball in the purity.Daqing was meowing in thought, while raising his right paw, he carefully set aside the Gesang flower protruding from the ice and snow in front of him, stepped on it firmly, and then slowly raised the other side. claws, gracefully took a step forward.

On the persimmon-like face of the cat, there was an expression of caring about the world.

Well, like all pets, this kitten has always had a little bit of hidden admiration for its owner. Recently, it has grown up a bit, and the cat's brain seems to understand a little bit, and it began to imitate the owner unconsciously. It thinks it will be more handsome and more in line with its identity.

After all, I am the god cat of the supreme mountain sage, Kunlun Lord!

After taking two or three steps in a row, the respected cat carefully stepped onto a rock suspended by the side of the mountain. It raised its almost invisible neck, narrowed its cat eyes, and stared at the foot of the mountain without moving. —Recently, its owner often looks down at the Three Realms like this, and every time this time comes, there will always be a deep and quiet expression in his eyes.

Maybe it's because it's more handsome!

After standing for a while, Daqing felt that the wind was messy. He quickly jumped off the stone, retreated to a sheltered corner, stretched out his cat's paws to comb his beard, and then began to stick out his tongue to carefully lick his front paws. .

Nasty old man.It was thinking while arranging its fur that was blown by the wind.

If it weren't for that old man, it wouldn't have come to the mountainside from the warm spring-like mountain this evening. You must know that Kunlun Mountain gets colder the further you go down, meow.Daqing squinted at his shiny black paws, and growled twice.

This afternoon, an old man with a familiar face came to the foot of Kunlun Mountain somehow, and the Kunlun Lord who heard the news opened the mountain gate to welcome him to the top of the mountain.The old man, who was too old to walk, carried a big bamboo basket that was very exciting, but, Daqing thought angrily, there were only some messy weeds in it!

It remembered that it took a lot of effort to climb up the bamboo basket like a fish basket, and after looking around, it found that there were no small yellow croakers full!It roared angrily, and then was slapped to the ground by Kunlun.Meow, this is a shame!Daqing remembered that he flashed his claws at Kunlun very dissatisfied, turned around and walked down the mountain step by step arrogantly.

Hmph, if Kunlun doesn't come down to pick me up later, I plan to sleep at the foot of the mountain.

Daqing licked his paw noblely and coldly, then arched his body and stretched long.Proceed to jump on the rock and look farsighted.

Then it saw a black figure at the foot of the mountain.

Xiaowei!It meowed happily.It seemed that Kunlun had left his playmate in the cave to sleep in the afternoon, but he also ran down the mountain unexpectedly.The lonely kitten had long forgotten the troubles just now, jumped off the rock, spread its paws and ran towards the foot of the mountain.

"Meow... woo..." The galloping Daqing slammed on the brakes in front of the little ghost king, his paws squeaked and dragged out two streaks of ice shards on the ground, his persimmon face almost fell flat on the man's leg superior.

"Someone... meow... came to Kunlun Mountain..." It raised its paw and pointed up the mountain, the golden bell around its neck was still jingling.

"It's an old man, meow..." Daqing turned his head and found that the face of the Little Ghost King had turned pale for some reason, his shiny black eyes were staring at him, and there was a lingering hostility between his brows.Daqing couldn't help but took a step back, it somehow felt that Xiaowei seemed to regard him as a freshly roasted small yellow croaker.

"Meow...?" Without saying a word, a hand with sharp claws suddenly reached out to him, this hand was as fast as the wind, and fierce as if it was catching a prey.

Things in the Three Realms have never affected Kunlun Mountain, and even the rupture of the Great Seal has not brought any substantial changes to this forbidden land of the gods, except that it can no longer bathe in sunlight during the day.

Kunlun took a leaf in his mouth, and lay lazily on a side branch of the big Shenmu, thinking about it.

In the afternoon Shennong came to him and asked for a green fruit from a big sacred tree, only then did he know that the old man had casually thrown away his divine book.Tsk, to be honest, he has always disliked Shennong's compassionate expression, just like his tortuous thoughts, but it really surprised him that the old man became a mortal.He knew that this old man was very competitive in his work. Last time he borrowed his soul fire to say something about "suppressing the soul", but in the end he created a bunch of ghosts who could only devour.This time, he was rambling about reincarnation again, and it also brought...Xiao Wei.

Kunlun chewed the leaves in his mouth, and frowned impatiently. The unique fragrance of Dashen Ye could not conceal the irritability in his heart.That's right, these 36 mountains and rivers, the [-] ghosts, and the demon and human races that he sheltered in Penglai... The burden on the shoulders of the mountain sage has never diminished.Fortunately, he was born with a lazy temperament, after thinking for a while, he spit out the leaves in his mouth neatly, and fell off the branch with one leg.

At this point, it's time to eat.

As soon as Shansheng took two steps, a lump of black ball with bells slammed straight into his arms, making intimate contact with his chest.

"Hiss, I said, can you lose weight, you dead cat..."

Just as Kunlun said a word, he stopped suddenly.

He found that the hairball in his hand was trembling constantly, and a stream of wet blood seeped into his palm from his back and dripped down again.

"What's wrong?" He stretched out his left hand to heal Daqing's wound very carefully, and then scratched its black fur.In Daqing, he felt a familiar hostility that had not subsided.

"Who hurt you?" Kunlun put the recovered Daqing on a nest of grass, squatted down and asked in a low voice.Although he guessed something, he still couldn't believe it.

The poor little black cat has been frightened silly.It whined in its throat for a long time, and the fur that exploded all over its body calmed down a little, then it raised its claws and pointed down the mountain.

Kunlun frowned, turned around and disappeared.

When Daqing came back to his senses and wanted to file a complaint, Kunlun had already returned from the foot of the mountain. He threw the small figure in his hand to the ground, and looked at it coldly with lowered eyes.

Xiao Wei stood up from the ground.He was a little dazed.The black clothes on his body rolled down a lot of mud, and he forgot to take a picture.

His shoulder was painful from Kunlun's grasp, but he didn't dare to rub it. In the long silence, he felt a sense of fear that was almost suffocating.

Kunlun still looked at him expressionlessly.

After a while, the little ghost king knelt down slowly, and looked up at Kunlun. His black eyes showed prayers, and some watery light was on them.Even Daqing, who was standing beside him, had to admit that this picturesque look did not look like the terrifying ghost king who wanted to devour him just now.

Kunlun sat on the ground.

The little ghost king waited for a while, but Kunlun still ignored him.He was anxious and ashamed, but he didn't dare to speak, the tears finally fell from his eyes.

Suddenly a blue light flashed in front of him, and when the little ghost king came to his senses, he realized that he was already lying on Kunlun's lap, and then his back was cold, and his whole underwear was melted away.

Then he slapped his back hard with a slap.

Snapped!

The little ghost king bit his lip, not daring to make a sound.

Immediately afterwards, it landed on the slightly trembling thigh, and the little ghost king's hand tightly grasped the corner of his clothes.

Kunlun slapped his buttocks like a board without stopping.The successive slaps were heavier and heavier, pulling the young ghost king from fear to pain.He couldn't breathe in pain, and he felt like his entire ass was on fire from hip-hump to leg-heel.

The little ghost king let go of his lips and took a few breaths, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.He didn't know how Kunlun would deal with him today, whether he would be really angry, or whether he would not want him anymore.

The crisp applause became louder and louder, and the little ghost king's panting became heavier and heavier. Just when he was about to crush the hem of his clothes, the pain behind him stopped.

Kunlun's voice came from the top of his head: "I told you at Mount Penglai that if I devour other living beings, I will kill you."

The voice was not as gentle as before, it was as cold as the unmelted snow and ice at the foot of Kunlun Mountains.The little ghost king bit his lip again, and he felt a piercing pain.Penglai Mountain, Kunlun said, I told you.Kunlun had spoken to him.

He said he would kill you...me.

The little ghost king's eyes were covered with mist again.His heart was almost twisted into blood.He hesitated for a while, then carefully moved his body back, and quietly pressed his cheek against the warm green clothes under him, and gently rubbed against it.

I'm just a filthy ghost, not worthy of such a handsome mountain saint.But... death by your hands is better than you abandoning me because of that figure fleeing in a hurry at the foot of the mountain.

The little ghost king made sure to sneak around for a while without offending Shan Sheng.Then he whispered, "I'm sorry... I know I was wrong."

He closed his eyes in shame.How would Kunlun kill himself?Is it like what I have seen at the foot of the mountain, with a wave of his hand, those filthy, dirty, and ignorant races are all wiped out?

His tears kept streaming down.He didn't see that the man behind him had dug his nails deeply into the palm of his hand.After waiting for a while, he heard Kunlun sigh inaudibly.

He said, "Get up."

The little ghost king stood up in a daze, his black robe fell down to cover his hot ass, and he looked up at Kunlun.

Kunlun raised his hand, and a fresh branch came into his hand.He pointed to the protruding roots of the Great Shenmu: "Lie down."

The little ghost king didn't come back to his senses, he was staring at Kunlun's green robe in a daze, there was an obvious water stain on the green robe, he knew that his tears had already wet the green robe.He suddenly felt ashamed that he had soiled Shansheng's clean clothes.

Kunlun said again: "Thirty strokes, lie down on the floor, and remember the pain well."

The word "pain" pulled the little ghost king back from his trance.He staggered towards the root of the tree and knelt down, then lifted up his black robe and lay down on his stomach carefully.He lay down very seriously, trying to expose his swollen butt as much as possible, so that it would be easier for Kunlun to strike.

It turned out that it was just a beating, not killing himself, let alone driving him away.Compared with these, the little ghost king felt that he could bear any pain.

With a swish, the branch was blown down by the wind, and landed on the already bruised buttocks, the skin was ripped apart, and black blood gushed out.

The little ghost king didn't dare to move.He bit his arm in one bite.

Again, they overlapped and drew up.The little ghost king felt that his bones were about to be broken, and his whole body couldn't help trembling.

The beating didn't stop, and the next blow tore the buttocks apart.The flimsy ghost king suddenly tensed into a ball, and then slowly loosened it with difficulty.

After seven or eight strokes, the little figure slid down from the tree roots.Immediately he struggled upward again, and assumed the posture of being beaten again.

The branch still twitched mercilessly. After fifteen strokes, the child on the root of the tree went from being silent to whimpering non-stop.

Kunlun didn't stop. He narrowed his eyes and watched the child in front of him slip down and struggle to get up again and again, saw the small buttocks from skin torn to bloody, and saw that the little ghost king was crying to pieces.He didn't throw the bloody branch aside until he finished thirty blows without turning off the water.

Then he turned and left.

Daqing shivered for a while, until he was sure that Kunlun was gone, and then he jumped out of the ambush grass.

It cautiously walked towards the trembling figure kneeling beside the tree roots, and meowed lowly.

"You... are you okay?"

Although Xiaowei hurt him, Kunlun's sudden rage made him feel even more frightened.In just half a day, this little black cat has been forced to accept the fear brought by the two closest people around him.

After panting for a while, the little ghost king slowly raised his head, his face was frighteningly white, with a trace of black blood winding around his lips.

He asked in a hoarse voice: "He... Is he still angry? "

angry?Daqing felt that this question was beyond the scope of his cat's mind. He tilted his head and pretended to think about it seriously: "Meow, my master has always been very talkative. I've never seen him be so cruel."

The little ghost king's eyes dimmed, and his eyes were covered with tears again.Kunlun has always been very kind to him. In the past, when he occasionally made a mistake in Kunlun Mountain, he would only lower his face and reprimand him, and in the end he would slap himself twice. He has never ignored himself like today.Does he... don't want to talk to himself anymore?

The little ghost king struggled to put his arms on the roots of the tree to support himself, but halfway his legs gave way and he knelt down again.After trying twice, he gave up, just pulled the black robe behind him to cover his bloody ass, buried his face in his arms, closed his eyes and fell into a drowsy sleep.

On Kunlun Mountain just now, he saw Daqing running up in a panic, felt a familiar hostility again, and immediately went to the bottom of the mountain.Sure enough, at the bottom of the mountain, he saw Ye Zun, the ghost king who was mistaken for him by Kunlun on the side of Penglai Mountain, his younger brother.He saw that he was wearing a black robe that was exactly the same as his own, and he was covering his hands and looking at him, with a faint trace of blood on the back of his hand.

What would Kunlun think?When Kunlun saw him, did he know that the person he saw that day was not himself?Will Kunlun like him more? !

Shi Shi didn't care what he was thinking, he let out a low growl, showed his sharp claws and pounced on Ye Zun, driving him away neatly.

Then he turned around in a panic and waited. After a while, Kunlun came to the bottom of the mountain and lifted him up.

……

After an unknown amount of time, Xiaowei felt a furry paw pat on his shoulder, he raised his head and saw Daqing handing him a small dried fish: "Eat it quickly!"

Only then did he realize that it was already dark, and Kunlun still hadn't come back.He looked at the dried fish and shook his head stubbornly. Kunlun didn't allow him to have dinner, so he didn't dare to eat anything.

Daqing meowed sullenly, and took back the precious dried fish.It scratched the back of its neck, feeling that this man was probably still lost for his master.

"Don't be like this." The kitten pretended to be an adult, and comforted in a serious way: "My master won't be angry for too long. When he wakes up, he will be fine tomorrow!"

Well, it's like I forgot magnanimously that you were going to devour me!

Then it saw the little ghost king's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really?"

"Well, really."

The little ghost king smiled hopefully, and suddenly seemed to remember something, he waved his hand, and conjured up a neat black robe for himself.He pulled his sleeves again and carefully wiped his cheeks and lips.Then he leaned on the roots of the tree and stood up with difficulty.

Daqing was right, Kunlun really wasn't angry with him for too long.The next day when he walked out of the cave and saw the little ghost king standing outside waiting for him, he seemed to have forgotten what happened yesterday, so he rubbed his head and went to have breakfast together.It's just that he didn't ask about the injury of the little ghost king, nor did he express any opinion on his limping walking posture and prone sleeping posture for a long time.

Until... that day.

On that day, a faint wind blew on the top of Kunlun Mountain, and the sky that had been obscured for many days seemed to be brighter and higher by this gust of wind.Kunlun, who had already fed Daqing with green fruits and then sent them to Penglai, called Xiaowei. He sat on the root of the big sacred tree, pressed him on his knees, and slowly took off his - bottom - clothes .

The little ghost king felt Kunlun Jun's warm hand caressing his long-scarred wound.

Then he heard Kunlun click his tongue softly.

The little ghost king's face was already hot red to the ears, he was very ashamed, his scraggly ass could hardly meet Kunlun's eyes, he stretched his hands back to cover it.

Kunlun held him down.

"Remember?" he asked in a low voice.

The little ghost king felt that his heart was like a scarred wound, it hurt and itched under Kunlun's caress.He replied seriously: "I remember."

He heard Kunlun chuckle slightly, raised his hand on his buttocks, and stroked it weakly, a burst of scorching warmth comforted the wound, he knew that Kunlun had healed his injury.

Kunlun helped him pull up his trousers, and let him kneel on his knees, rubbing his heart again and again.

He said, "Xiaowei..."

The little ghost king pressed his hot face tightly against Kunlun's Tsing Yi. For some reason, he felt a strong warmth.It was a deep-seated, unceasing love that made his head heavy as if he had been drunk.

The mountain wind rolled up the corner of Kunlun's robe.

The little ghost king secretly hoped that this moment would last forever.

He was intoxicated by this kind of warmth for a long time, until one or two drops of hot blood fell into the back of his neck.

He was about to raise his head when Kunlun held him down.

"Don't look." Shan Sheng said in a low voice.

The little ghost king suddenly woke up. For the first time in his life, he violated his master's will, struggling to push away the palm that was pressing him, and raised his head to look at Kunlun.

When he saw Kunlun, he was pulling out his tendons from his chest inch by inch.

The young ghost king whimpered and rushed towards the hand, but was pushed five steps away by a burst of blue light.

He can't move, earn, stop, or save.Only weeping and watching Kunlun slowly pull out his tendons.

There is nothing more painful than peeling-skin-twitching-tendons. He looked at Kunlun sweating profusely, but still looked at him with a smile.

Shansheng made a silent gesture and said, "Don't cry. If you cry, you won't be able to hear what I said to you."

Kunlun looked at the ghost king who was biting his lip and kept crying, and smiled softly.

He said: "Xiaowei, before that old man Shennong borrowed my soul fire, and ended up burning out your ghost clan. At the same time, Gonggong knocked down Buzhou, the Great Seal was broken, the Three Realms were in turmoil, ghost clans were rampant, and mourners were everywhere. "

"Back then Fuxi died in Dafeng, but now his daughter-in-law Nuwa followed him and turned into colored stones to fill the hole in the sky. After Shennong abandoned the divine book, he sacrificed his own soul to reincarnation and built the earth boundary. Now the ghost race is Returning to Dafeng again, the Four Saints have consolidated the Three Saints. The only difference is... the last one."

"Xiao Wei, I am the Lord of the 36 Mountains and Rivers, and I have inherited Pan Gu's legacy. I cannot just watch everything in this world perish."

He stuffed the kunlun tendon in his hand into the hands of the little ghost king, and squeezed that picturesque white and tender little face.

"Tsk, it's a pity, I can't watch the little beauty grow into a big beauty."

"Don't cry, baby."

Kunlun slowly wiped away the tears from the child's face. Since Shennong came to Kunlun last time to beg for green fruits, he knew that this moment was destined.The saints were destined to die for the Three Realms, and he, who bears the heavy entrustment of Nuwa, is destined to guard the heavy world entrusted to him.

little beauty.He looked at the child in front of him tenderly for a long time.That day Shennong proposed to bring the ghost king back to Dafeng on the top of Kunlun Mountain, but he flatly rejected it.But now, that stubborn old man actually used his soul as a sacrifice to build a land border near Dafeng, and that kind of irresistible power of the gods will suppress all the ghosts and return to Dafeng.And Xiaowei, his little ghost king...he will never let him return to that dark place again.

Kunlun stood up, and he said: "Put away the nerves, no one can touch you. Xiaowei, I can't protect others, but I can always protect you."

For the first time, the young ghost king understood what despair is. He watched Kunlun vomit blood from his heart into a wick, and then turned his body into a small bronze lamp with dim eyes.The town soul lamp flew towards the south with the generous arms of the mountain sage, and the twilight sky suddenly shone, and the first ray of sunlight in many days shone on the top of the mountain, and the seal was completed.

At this moment, the little ghost king felt that the shackles on his body disappeared. He staggered and ran two steps towards the side of the mountain, and desperately stretched out his hand towards the direction where the soul lamp flew, the distant horizon: "Kunlun... "

A warm hand gently held her.

"Kunlun?" The little ghost king stood still, looking at the reappearing familiar figure in front of him.

"Well," said the other party: "Xiaowei, this is my soul, and I'm going to the underworld to guard the great seal."

The little ghost king said, "I'm going too. Take me with you."

"I want to stay by your side," he said stubbornly.

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The author has something to say:

What follows:

From summer to winter, thank you for your company all the way.This summer I became a soul-suppressing girl, and this winter, I finally finished writing what I wanted to write.

Admonishment is a serious and profound topic.Many people want to revive Mian Mian and be happy with his brother and sister-in-law.But how can I impress this paranoid ghost king?I forcibly added a setting to him through Zhao Yunlan: Only those who love him will hurt him.Through this straightforward setting, Mianmian finally willingly accepts this kind of discipline that is compatible with love and pain.

I always thought that if Shen Wei and the revived Shen Mian did not reconcile, it would be Zhao Yunlan's responsibility.It is his duty to help the brothers recover their feelings.But I didn't write this process as exciting and smooth as it should be. Please bear with me.

As for the relationship between Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan, Act 7 sets up that Shen Wei hit Zhao Yunlan who has become the Kunlun Lord, and even before that, he could deceive Zhao Yunlan with the reason of "trying the ruler". Pants.It shows that Shen Wei at this time is no longer as inferior as before, thinking that he is "not worthy of Kunlun".The way this family of four get along is what I have always expected hehe.

Originally, I wanted to open the second act after the seventh chapter, and use the content of chapters six to seven to write the admonitions of Kunlun and the little ghost king.But there is a great master in Tieba who has already written very well, and he dare not make mistakes. At the same time, he strongly recommends everyone to read it. (The name is "Immortality, Immortality, and Immortality")

This is my first novel, sorry for the busy work, I will update it one after another.Thanks to those little friends who have never given up on following the article, and have been sending me messages with love.It is a pity that the writing is limited, and I can't express my feelings.I hope that in the next article, there will be a more in-depth analysis of the precepts.