【Tuyan】Sword goes slant

His mind was muddled, he couldn't tell the truth from reality, as if he had been soaked in a puddle of water, and his body was unconsciously absorbing a huge amount of water like a sponge.

These "moistures" are all fragmented memories. An Yan became a little clearer, and realized that he was in the sea of ​​consciousness that he didn't know.

I have encountered these situations more or less during my adventures in the early years. An Yan stabilized his mind, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, stopped thinking about Shen Tu for the time being, and began to observe this sea of ​​consciousness.

The misty golden light spread throughout the vast space, like tiny sparks, burning all over the field like a prairie fire.

An Yan's consciousness just fluctuated a bit, and those light spots jumped up one after another as if they saw him, and gradually converged into a river, rushing towards him with lightning speed.

An Yan was shocked, unable to dodge in time, and was instantly submerged by the golden torrent.

In a vague dream, An Yan saw a young Taoist priest with bristling black hair and wide sleeves, walking in the mountains like the wind.

The mountain road is steep, and there is only a very narrow plank road, but the Taoist priest has a calm expression, not at all intimidated by the abyss next to him, and he walked to the end of the plank road in a short while.

At the end of the plank road is a stone road paved with bluestones. The young Taoist slowed down and looked up into the distance.

An Yan followed his gaze and found a simple Taoist temple there.

The young man walked in, lit incense in the hall, and worshiped. After a while, he knelt down and rested his head deeply on the futon.

A celadon vase appeared in front of him at some point. Inside the vase was a flower with purple petals and golden stamens. The flower was still in the shape of a bud, half-opened and hanging down weakly.

After kowtowing, the young man held up the vase respectfully, with pious and enthusiastic eyes, and then said: "I will not disgrace my mission, and I will enter the world from now on to kill all evil spirits and protect the world."

An Yan was shocked when he heard this, the flower was even more familiar, and instantly reminded him of another person.

It is the yellow spring flower. According to the legend, all the evil spirits are cut off, and the yellow spring flower appears.Could it be that this young Taoist is also a Kui Dao successor?

An Yan had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but before he could sort them out, a flash suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and the scene changed quickly, turning into another scene.

The young Taoist's brows and eyes have changed a lot, more like his appearance in that portrait.Thinking about it for more than ten years, he has changed from a green boy to this appearance.

He was writing in front of a table, concentrating on drawing, and next to him was a white fox with red eyes. The white fox was circling around the scroll curiously, and its tail swept across the inkstone. It was accidentally stained with black ink, and suddenly cried out anxiously. She came out, and flung herself into the arms of the Taoist priest coquettishly.

The Taoist smiled, put down the pen to help the white fox clean up the ink stains, and then left the room with it in his arms. There was an open space outside the door, and the forest was green in the distance.An Yan distinguished that the Taoist priest was in the Taoist temple that he and Shen Tu had entered before.

The screen flashed faster, and An Yan was a little dizzy. Fortunately, the information transmission between the seas of consciousness was very simple and crude, and did not require visual processing. After ten minutes, An Yan probably understood what the Taoist priest had encountered.

He is indeed a disciple of Kui Dao, and he came to Qinling after saying goodbye to his master.It turns out that there is a remote village here. The villagers are simple, diligent, hospitable, and very friendly to the Taoist priest. After staying for a while, the Taoist priest discovered that this is a rare dragon vein. The mountain spirit and water monster were easily born, so the Taoist went into the mountain to investigate, and sure enough, a white fox was found in this forest.

The white fox is a mountain god who has just condensed into a body. The reason why the remote village at the foot of the mountain has been able to do well for so many years is mostly due to the credit of this unnamed mountain god.

Feeling compassionate, the Taoist told the villagers about the matter and asked them to build a Taoist temple here, and worship the mountain god after a while to keep their families safe.

Time flies, more than ten years in the blink of an eye, until one day the Taoist priest found a fragment under the dragon vein.

The fragment contained astonishing power, and it was extremely difficult to control. The Taoist knew that it was dangerous, so he tried to seal it underground, but he didn't expect that everything would be out of touch since he touched the fragment.

The debris polluted the mountain god, and the mountain god suddenly went crazy, shaking the mountain instantly, the river flowed backwards, and the disaster came suddenly.

The mountain people blamed the Taoist priest, their resentment was unbearable, and they attacked them in groups. The Taoist priest had to set up a maze to trap them outside, so as to prevent them from rushing into the forest and being injured by the crazy mountain god. In contrast, they were sealed together in the Taoist temple.

The altar that An Yan saw before was the trap that the Taoist finally set up. He used his own soul as an eye to lock himself and the crazy mountain god.

The picture finally stayed in the cramped cave. The Taoist priest, with a sad face, carved the soul-locking spell with his own hands, put the fragments and the unconscious white fox on the altar, and poured blood into the formation, ending the protracted battle.

The Huangquan flower that he had been carrying with him all this time was more than half in bloom at this time, swaying rustlingly in the fluorescent light, as lonely as the thin back of a Taoist priest.

An Yan's expression was in a trance, as if a boulder was blocked in his chest, making him unable to breathe.

The golden light gradually faded from his side, and the five senses slowly returned. He felt himself lying in the arms of a person, and the callused fingertips of that person were pressing on his air hole, and the spiritual power was released. Come over and relieve him of the dizziness after a lot of consciousness shock.

"An Yan?"

It was Shen Tu's voice, which was rarely deserted and mixed with anxiety and worry.

An Yan responded with effort, opened his eyes reluctantly, and saw Shen Tu's ice blue eyes staring at him motionless.

"What's wrong with me? What happened just now?" He rubbed his head and propped himself up from Shen Tu's arms, panting, and found that the golden pill that was in his hand just now had been taken away by Shen Tu.

"Jieyuan Golden Elixir is refined by the spirit of the soul. If you saw anything just now, it should be the experience of the owner of the Golden Elixir." Shen Tu replied, stood up, and stared at the mist in the distance with frowns.

Just now they were dispersed by the white mist. Shen Tu was worried about An Yan, so he directly used the power of the fragments to force out the white mist itself. The mist was afraid of the fragments and did not dare to go forward. Like a burning black mist.

An Yan took a breath, briefly explained what he saw, then looked at the mist, hesitantly said: "Could this mist be the mountain god?"

Shen Tu gave an "um", affirming An Yan's thoughts.

The scene was deadlocked, the black mist didn't dare to step forward to attack, and Shen Tu and An Yan couldn't subdue it. When he was in a dilemma, Shen Tu seemed to remember something, his eyes flickered, and he touched the fragments in his hand.

He pondered for a moment, then raised his hand suddenly, and flicked the fragments in his hand towards the black mist. The black mist screamed and wanted to run away immediately, but the fragments were moving like a rainbow. Suddenly, there was a strong wind, and the black mist seemed to be sucked by the vortex. It struggled desperately but couldn't stop it from dispersing. After a while, it was absorbed by the debris in the center of the vortex.

An Yan was speechless again and again, thinking that he didn't expect it to be solved so easily, before he lost his thoughts, a white light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and the white light went straight to Shentu.

"Shen Tu!" An Yan roared, and rushed over to try to block it, but Shen Tu dodged out of the way, grabbed the white light with his hand in the void, and caught the white light squarely.

An Yan staggered, walked up to Shen Tu and took a look, and found that the white light was the red-eyed white fox in the memory of the Taoist priest.

The white fox was exhausted, but still had a fierce look in its eyes, staring fixedly at Shen Tu, baring its teeth and trying to attack again.

Shen Tu frowned, and moved slightly the hand holding the golden elixir.

The white fox's gaze was immediately attracted, and the red eyes lost their viciousness when they looked at Jin Dan, and were stained with an obvious layer of sadness, and even faint tears.

An Yan felt the same way as the Taoist priest in his dream, and when he saw the appearance of the white fox, he couldn't help but soften his heart and feel some sympathy.

"I think it used to be a good mountain god. Now that the fragments are gone, it has lost its strength and turned into an ordinary fox. Otherwise, let it go." An Yan tentatively made an opinion, and Shen Tu glanced at him. He didn't make a sound, but let go of his hand, letting the white fox slip away.

An Yan breathed a sigh of relief, took the golden pill in Shen Tu's hand, and said, "This is of no use to us, so let's remember it?"

Shen Tu said "oh" lightly, and An Yan quickly put the golden core in front of the vigilant white fox, and said softly, "Take it away, and no one will disturb you from here."

The white fox was silent for a while, looked at An Yan, then at Shen Tu, then quickly picked up the golden pill, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The wind has dissipated, the sky and the earth are hazy, the sky is one color, and it looks like the dust has settled.

An Yan sighed suddenly, sat down on the ground exhaustedly, propped up his body and raised his head to ask Shen Tu: "Slay all the evil spirits, and the flowers of Huangquan will appear. Tell me, are all of you Kui Dao like this?"

Shen Tu was silent for a while, and said lightly: "This is fate."

Killing all demons and protecting the common people is the fate of Kui Dao's successors.

An Yan heard these two words from Shen Tu's mouth more than once, but every time he heard them, he would feel a dull and depressed emotion.

It was the frustration and loss of what one could do nothing about.Shen Tu carried too many things, too heavy, so heavy that even he felt the pain of having no choice.

"Fate is fate. What must be done is fate. Living like this is too tiring."

Shen Tu half squatted beside An Yan, touched his chest, and a golden needle was exposed. He pulled out the needle, packed everything up, and then slowly said: "There are always things that need to be done. I am like this, And you..." He stared at An Yan quietly, with indescribable emotions in his icy blue eyes, "You chose this path."

An Yan was startled, and naturally understood the meaning of Shen Tu's words. After a while, he laughed, his smile was as bright as the morning sun.

"I was wrong. Bitterness is bitterness, but it's not necessarily what I thought." An Yan blinked, and said to Shen Tu: "It's always good to have someone to accompany you, right?"

People are afraid of being lonely. It is of course a good thing if someone is with you.

Shen Tu smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Let's go."

An Yan happily held Shen Tu's hand, and the other party pulled him up with a little force.

At this time, crystal white particles suddenly floated down from the sky, and they fell down one after another.

The two stood side by side, looking into the distance from a high place, the Qinling Mountains were soon covered with a layer of white gauze, like thousands of pear blossoms, scattered and scattered all over countless forest branches.

Snowing.

The snow falling on the Qinling Mountains is so beautiful.Many people who come to travel in winter come for the snow.

The weather gave me face, and there was a heavy snow, which satisfied the interest of tourists.But it was hard for the two people who had just escaped from death.

Fortunately, the way back was much easier to find than when they came. Following the mark left by Shen Tu, they found the exit after a short while, and went from the primeval forest to the crowded tourist area.

The two of them tossed about for a few days, and their clothes were in tatters. Even if Shen Tu was so handsome, he would look like a good-looking beggar without his clothes.

Pedestrians all backed up a few meters after seeing them, and they just separated a circle from the crowd.An Yan looked funny, but it was convenient for him to give way, and he didn't bother to care about those strange eyes, and walked down the mountain with Shen Tu.

After walking for more than ten minutes, someone suddenly yelled on the side of the road: "An Yan! Look here!"

When An Yan heard this, isn't this a fat man?Immediately stood on tiptoe and looked over there, and sure enough, he saw the fat man's burly body, who was waving desperately at him with his bag.

"Brother Fat is here to pick us up!" An Yan happily reported to Shen Tu that Shen Tu had already taken the lead and walked there.

The two groups of people converged, with different expressions on their faces.

In addition to Fatty, Lao Zhang also said that he was not at ease and followed him. He was about to enter the mountain, but he didn't expect them to come out first.I simply booked the return ticket, found a farmhouse and asked them to change into clothes they could see, and then left.

While An Yan was changing clothes, Shen Tu leaned against the door and closed his eyes to rest, Lao Zhang leaned over and called out with a smile: "Little uncle."

Shen Tu opened his eyes and glanced at him, but said nothing.

Seeing the strangeness, Lao Zhang took a puff of his cigarette and said with a smile, "Is there anything you can gain from this trip?"

Shen Tu shook his head, paused, and nodded again.

Lao Zhang showed a clear look, and just as he was about to continue the conversation, An Yan's voice came from behind, and the boy had already changed his clothes and walked this way.

"Shen Tu, Lao Zhang, what are you two talking about here?"

Fatty chimed in, "Look at you guys being sneaky just now, is there anything that Fatty and I can't let An Yan know?"

Shen Tu glanced at An Yan, and said coldly: "Let's go." Returning to his usual painting style, Lao Zhang shrugged and smiled at the two of them, "I didn't say anything. I just chatted for a while."

An Yan asked casually: "What are you talking about, that guy Shentu still chats?"

"Everyone has the seven emotions and six desires. This little brother is biased."

The fat man coughed, "Speak human."

Old Zhang said leisurely: "It's a matter of blossoming and bearing fruit. Now, the flowers bloom, and the bearing fruit is probably not far away."

An Yan was in a cloud of mist when he heard it, does the emotional God Tu still plant flowers?This is big news.

The fat man's eyelids twitched, and he and Lao Zhang looked at each other as if they were giving a secret signal, then he laughed, patted An Yan on the back, and said with a smile: "What's the mess of blooming and fruiting, let's go quickly, we didn't see that Shen Tu was still there Are you waiting?"

An Yan rolled his eyes, and muttered: "The legs are so long, you walk so fast, why don't you have to wait for us."

The fat man chuckled, leaned up to An Yan and said ambiguously, "There are many great things about Shen Tu, and you will have to realize it slowly in the future."

An Yan glared at him, always felt that the words were weird, and couldn't taste them, so he had to give up.

A group of four boarded the plane back to Yanping. THA was still so stingy that he didn't even want to give it a first-class cabin. Fortunately, there were very few people on this flight. The four of them took up more than half of the cabin, and there were still a few chartered flights. the taste of.

The journey was boring, and the fat man couldn't bear the loneliness, so he urged An Yan to talk about the past few days. Of course, An Yan would not give up the opportunity to show off, and he said it like a bean pouring out with joy, what is the witty and brave Tawau monster, what is the agility Quickly dodging bees and insects, and still not forgetting to praise Shen Tu's tyrannical and cool place, no matter how you look at it, he is taking the opportunity to flatter others.

Shen Tu was sitting at the seat by the window, staring at the cloud scene outside the window calmly, and occasionally An Yan would ask "Is it right" for verification, and get a few "Oh" replies.

The fat man smiled like a Maitreya Buddha, his eyes flicked back and forth between An Yan and Shen Tu, and when An Yan was tired from speaking, he handed him a glass of water and asked, "An Yan, I hear what you mean, and Shen Tu also agrees with you. followed him?"

"Of course, now he won't want to run around alone!"

"Not bad, you can be regarded as an iron pestle that has been ground into a needle, and dripping water pierced this stone. The heaven pays off! Fat Lord, I am moved for you."

Hearing the words, An Yan always felt that the fat man had something in his words, which was very wrong, before he turned the corner, he saw the fat man smiling and turned to Shen Tu, gave him a thumbs up, and praised: "The sword is slanted, and I want to play hard to catch. Shen Tu, your chasing skills are good. Another day I have time to teach Fat Master two tricks, and I will try to catch a girl too!"

Before Shen Tu could make a sound, An Yan jumped up from the seat, was thrown back by the seat belt, and shouted red-faced: "Fuck, fat man, what are you talking about?!"

The fat man laughed, "I'm going to the toilet, you guys talk first!" Before he finished speaking, he had already fled away.With An Yan and Shen Tu left behind, the atmosphere was particularly delicate.

An Yan didn't dare to look at Shen Tu for a long time. Fatty usually joked a lot, but he didn't know why he felt very guilty when he made this kind of joke directly in front of Shen Tu, and there was a fear of being disgusted by Shen Tu.

After a while of silence, Shen Tu didn't seem to hear what the fat man said just now, and didn't react at all.

An Yan calmed down a little before mustering up the courage to sneak a glance at Shen Tu.

With this glance, the blood on his face became even darker, almost dripping red.

"You, you, you, don't worry, fat brother is talking nonsense."

Shen Tu leaned against the window, staring at him with a half-smile, his icy blue eyes were exactly the same as the clear blue sky outside the window, it was shockingly beautiful.

An Yan turned his gaze away in embarrassment, couldn't control his heart beating like a drum, and cursed secretly: The law should stipulate that people who are too handsome should have facial paralysis!Otherwise, laughing at every turn is murder.

Just like at this moment, Shen Tu focused his eyes on An Yan, and the smile on his lips gradually deepened, forcing An Yan to have nowhere to retreat.

For a long time, An Yan couldn't calm down his beating heart, and finally had to admit a fact that he wanted to ignore once in the midst of all thoughts.

Maybe the fat man is right, he must have been enchanted by Shen Tu.He is a virgin, not a fool, of course he understands the feeling of liking.

Shen Tu laughed lightly.

An Yan covered his face and wailed silently.

It's over, it's really over now.

END