The scattered snow feathers gently descended into the world and shuttled among the bright lanterns. On this peaceful and peaceful night, suddenly, a blazing fire rose in the night sky in the city, black air spread, and a huge monster figure stood between the sky and the earth.
Suddenly, the demonic energy soared into the sky, covering the sky and the moon. Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of crying and wailing:
"Monsters—there are monsters—"
The townspeople ran in panic and escaped from the burning houses. There were sounds of children crying, roosters crowing and dogs barking, and the sounds of footsteps, together with the sound of burning fire, and the roaring and roaring sounds of monsters.
, mixed in this snowy winter night.
Behind the door of Green Bamboo Residence, there is a child curled up. It is a six or seven-year-old female doll, wearing a green cotton-padded jacket, with a pair of cute buns, and a pink and tender face.
She was surprised and puzzled. She looked at the monster standing in the fire not far away in astonishment. The huge monster with dark poisonous shadows all over its body and spitting fire from its mouth had a familiar golden pattern on its ferocious face.
.
"Girl, you stay here and don't run around, do you understand?"
A clear voice came to her ears, and the girl followed the sound, only to see a thin figure standing beside her. The handsome face, the white clothes and black hair, and the gentle eyes reflecting the moonlight were all so kind. In an instant,
For a moment, Xiaozhu felt that her mind was in chaos, and she didn't know when or where she was. She could only stare at the man blankly and nodded stupidly.
Mo Bai stretched out his hand to ruffle the broken hair on her forehead, and then turned around. He rose into the air, stood in the void, and faced the huge beast. He waved a green bamboo staff with his right hand and made a magic formula with his left hand.
.As he shouted loudly, a whirlwind suddenly rose, and tongues of fire spurted out, like a fire dragon, rushing towards the monster and spiraling up its body.
The giant beast roared and roared, and black poisonous smoke suddenly erupted, causing its figure to surge several times. The pitch-black turbid gas, like an overwhelming mountain, not only rushed toward Mo Bai, but also toward the houses behind him and the neighbors who were panicking.
Mo Bai raised his bamboo stick high and shouted loudly:
"Hanlan Binglin!"
Suddenly, frost and snow fell from the sky. The ice crystals condensed quickly and formed a high transparent wall, blocking the black smoke and dust that came like landslides and tsunamis. At the same time, the flying snow plumes also suppressed the rising tongues of fire and reduced the intensity of the fire.
However, the beast's demonic aura soared into the sky, but in just a moment, the black energy shattered the ice wall. There was only a tiny "clicking" sound, cracking lines traveled on the ice, and the broken ice shattered like stars and fell into the world.
Seeing that the surging poisonous smoke was about to break through the ice wall, Mo Bai shouted loudly, and the top of the green bamboo stick in his hand emitted a dazzling fluorescent green light.
The flames were steaming, and Xiaozhu saw a trace of blood spilling out of Master Mo Bai's lips. The master's figure also changed, with two light spots, one black and one white, appearing and disappearing. His spiritual power was so exhausted that he couldn't even keep his human form and almost died.
She was going to be beaten back to her original shape. Seeing this, Xiaozhu didn't even think about it. She bent down and grabbed the gravel from the ground, and threw it at the giant beast:
"Don't hurt my master!"
The stone was eroded by the poisonous smoke before it hit the giant beast. But her childish voice attracted the demon. The tide of poisonous smoke suddenly changed its direction and rushed towards Xiaozhu. Xiaozhu ran away.
, but at this time she was just a six-year-old baby, how fast could she run? She saw the poisonous smoke getting closer and closer, like an evil black dragon, and the black mist was about to swallow her up. Suddenly, a
The tall, strong and round figure stood in front of her and held her tightly in his arms.
I saw the black and white panda, using its broad back to block the poisonous smoke from the disciple.
In an instant, a line of hot blood spattered on Xiaozhu's tender face. At some point, the poisonous smoke turned into a black steel whip. The end of the black whip pierced Mo Bai's back, and then
Passing out from the chest, a bright red blood lotus suddenly bloomed on the body that was always black and white, dyeing the white fur red, and also reflected Xiaozhu's eyes red.
"Teacher...Master..."
The female doll tremblingly stretched out her hands, trying to block the hole where the hot blood was spewing. A warm but sticky touch came from her fingertips, and blood overflowed from between her fingers. She widened her amber eyes and murmured.
She called out to the panda master who raised her. But no matter how she called, the other party never responded, and just collapsed to the ground dejectedly.
The steel whip disappeared without a trace, the poisonous smoke gradually dissipated, and even the huge beast dissipated. However, Xiaozhu did not notice all this. She just grabbed the master's soft paw tightly and shook it gently.
His body, and whispered "Master" over and over again.
The snowy feathers all over the sky fell one after another on the girl's young face, and then melted into crystal tears, falling down.
The falling snow also covered the ink-white figure, but gradually piled up, burying him in the snow.
Xiaozhu hurriedly reached out and brushed it to prevent the snow feathers from drowning her master. But she had just swept away the snow on her master's fur, and more snow flakes came up quietly, covering up the black and white fluff.
The blood that gradually lost its temperature was completely buried under the flawless white snow. It wasn't until the master turned into a snowman that she suddenly realized:
Her master is no longer here.
The female doll sat helplessly on the snow. She stared blankly at the snowdrifts in front of her and at her master who could never wake up. She didn't notice even the gravel and tiles falling on her body. Until one day
A rotten egg smashed onto her body covered with ink-white snow, and her eyes widened in shock. She quickly stretched out her hands to wipe away the dirty stains. But the next moment, more filth fell like rain.
Smashed it over normally:
"Little monster, get out!"
"You fairies have deceived us so much, get out of here!"
A broken porcelain bowl was thrown violently, hitting Xiaozhu's forehead, and immediately opened a bloody mouth. The blood snaked down, dyeing the girl's childish side face red. She turned her head blankly and looked at
The people who were cursing and roaring. They were all kind uncles and aunts on weekdays, but now they all showed angry expressions and stared at her fiercely. Some were waving hoes, some were holding spatulas, and some were picking up pots.
Stones and leaves hit her hard.
When she saw an old man scooping up a spoonful of rancid swill from the swill jar and pouring it on her, Xiaozhu couldn't care less about her painful wound. She straightened up and opened her short little legs.
He blocked the master with his arm.
Immediately, swill poured all over her head and face, and the sour smell was simply disgusting. Xiaozhu didn't have time to brush off the remaining noodles hanging on her body, so she hurriedly turned around and saw that Master was still clean, so she felt relieved.
.Immediately afterwards, she turned to look at the townspeople who were constantly scolding, and whispered:
"Let's go, let's go now, please don't hurt my master."
The soft child's voice expressed the humblest request. Xiaozhu imitated the master's movements in her memory, raised her two short arms, hugged her fists at everyone, and made a bow. After that, she knelt beside her master and grabbed
The master's plush arms, with her small body, struggled to support the master's body. She stepped forward with her short legs, reluctantly but firmly pulling the ink-white body, step after step, dragging a path on the falling snow.
Deep marks.
"Master, master, let's go... Xiaozhu will take you away... let's go to a place where there are no people and no monsters..."
As she moved forward slowly, she murmured softly. Her short figure, stumbling and awkward movements, and the traces of dragging on the snow, were soon buried in the swirling snow feathers and disappeared without a trace.
Xiaozhu didn't know how long she had been walking. The scenery around her gradually changed from a small town on a winter night to a dense forest on a dark night. A silver moon hung brightly on the branches, reflecting her young self, dragging her master who was several times taller and stronger than herself.
That almost ridiculous figure. She murmured and repeated, "It's almost there! It's almost there!", but she didn't know whether she was talking about her deceased master or to cheer herself up.
Suddenly, she stumbled and hit a stone in the falling snow. Eventually, her legs gave out and she fell into the thick snow. She was holding on for a breath, but at this moment, she lost all her strength.
The pain and fatigue of injury and blood loss surged into her small body. After all, the young girl couldn't bear the cold and exhaustion. She collapsed on the ground and could no longer stand up.
She propped up her elbows and moved to her master's side with great effort, leaning against the soft but cold ink-white fur. It was freezing cold, so she shrank her hands and feet, curled up next to her master, and murmured in a low voice: "Master, master, Xiaozhu
I will accompany you..."
The only thing that responded to her was the howling north wind and the rustling sound of falling snow. Xiaozhu, who was shivering all over from the cold, buried her face in her master's fur, and a deep tiredness also came over her. Just before she
The moment her consciousness gradually drifted away, and she was about to fall into a dark and sweet dream, a vague call suddenly came to her ears:
"Girl, you're an ant and you're still trying to survive. When did I ever teach you how to fight for your life?"
——The affectionate name and the smiling tone were so familiar and so warm. This voice belonged to the relative who raised her up, who was both a teacher and a friend, like a father and a mother.
"Even if you don't care about your own life, you should also cherish the life that Mo Bai bought. If you were buried at the bottom of the river and under the Nine Springs, how could you have the dignity to meet your master?"
——The stern tone and dissatisfied questioning belonged to that heroic and majestic god general. Although they only met once, it was like an enlightenment and ignited new hope for her.
"I return to Haiming. I will avenge my enemies and repay my favors."
——The cold tone, the forbearing emotion, that person is her close friend who has gone through life and death several times, and whose life depends on her...
Her ears were full of noise, and many voices lingered in her mind. Some people called her "Miss Yue", and some called her "Little Bamboo Girl". The various names almost broke her little head. Before her eyes.
Familiar faces emerged, including the master with a gentle smile, the cold and taciturn Brother Little Snake, the gentle and humble Brother Bi, the hearty and heroic Miss Lu, the chattering and laughing young master Xiaobai, and even the cunning chicken thief Lin Baize, with white hair.
Elderly Aunt Liu...
No! This is not Pingcheng in the past, and she is not the six-year-old child more than ten years ago!
Xiaozhu bent her fingers and clenched her little fists. She put her elbows on the ground and struggled to support her body. She raised her little face covered with snow dust and looked at the bright moon in the sky, with her tender childlike eyes.
Sound, telling firmly:
"I understand, this is not a memory of the past, this is a test for me..."
Suddenly, a burst of faint blue light enveloped Xiaozhu's body. In the dim light, her figure no longer looked like a six-year-old child, but grew longer bit by bit, and finally transformed into that young girl.
"I was adopted by my master since I was a child. I respected him, loved him, and regarded him as my biological father. During the battle on the East China Sea, I saw my master die trying to protect me. At that time, I was almost despairing. I didn't know where to go, and I even thought about risking my life to follow him.
I am afraid that my master will die, and I am afraid that my master will not be saved. This is my inner demon..."
The dim light dissipated, and the girl stood in the snowy forest. She lowered her eyes and looked at the panda body in the snow, and said slowly:
"In this journey of experience, I have made many friends, and I have also seen scenes of separation, reunification, and helpless separation in the world. I understand that all parties in the world must come to an end, and even my parents and even my master cannot be with me.
Stay with me for life. One day, he will leave me, but even if there is no master, I still want to live. This is exactly what the master hopes for..."
Having said this, Xiaozhu raised her head, straightened her back, and looked firmly at the bright moon:
"Master Xuanqi, please lend me the Purple Sky Sword! I firmly believe that I will be able to save my master! Even if one day we are on opposite sides of the world, even if the yin and yang are separated, I will firm my mind and face it firmly, and I will not suffer any more
Troubled by inner demons.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a cold blue light suddenly light up in the night sky. The silver moon, falling snow, mountains and forests, and even the ink-white body all turned into dust and scattered between the sky and the earth. There was nothing under her feet, standing in the boundless chaos.
In the middle, Xiaozhu took a deep breath, and the next moment, she took firm steps towards the vast void, towards where the faint blue brilliance was...