Ah Cheng didn't have time to have breakfast, so he hurried to the college, but he was still late.
He was made to stand on horseback.
During the poetry and calligraphy class, I stood outside the classroom door.
During my martial arts class, I stood on the edge of the martial arts arena.
His classmates were minding their own business in class, and would pass by him from time to time. Some of them who were familiar with him would smile at him and make fun of him, while some of his classmates who were not familiar with him would look at him secretly, with a smile of gloating on their faces.
It's fun to watch others being punished, but it's sad when you're punished yourself.
Ah Cheng's mind was empty. He was like a fisherman standing by the lake in his heart, trying hard to catch the girl, her every smile.
His meditation practice is very good. He can chant like pearls and every thought is like looking at lines on the palm of his hand. He cuts out every minute and second he spends with Xili and encapsulates them like pearls.
, dripping down from the heart, growing into a heavy sea of flowers, hiding in the lake of the heart, turning into a large group of swimming fish.
He tried hard to recall, not daring to ignore every memory.
Occasionally, the epiphyllum between his brows lit up, and Ah Cheng hoped to receive news from Xiuli. However, what he received was just snickers from a few old friends, probably meant to make fun of her. Ah Cheng ignored them and kept waiting for her.
news.
The whole day, Xili didn't send a single message.
…
Dad stood on the eaves.
On a moonlit night, the eaves were covered with a layer of moisture and the moss was wet.
He stood firm and looked at the plains in the distance. Ah Cheng's slender back was rising and falling among the grass, like a hare in a hurry and like a tired bird eager to return to its nest.
But he was not in a hurry, his purpose was clear, and he was not in a hurry to return home, he headed towards the distance.
Dad's face was ashen.
He looked down upon his son very much.
Stupid, skinny, lazy, cowardly.
Dad is a survivor of the war between good and evil in the last century. He has experienced iron and blood, and has a casual temperament. He loves his life and nature, but he does not like human beings.
Shandao Star is a place full of order, Dad knows it, but he hates order.
The Evil Planet is a chaotic and crazy place, and Dad also knows that, but he also doesn't want to be controlled by an evil god.
According to myths and legends, Luyuan Bodhisattva is the great god who opened the sky, and Duankar evil Buddha is the great demon who destroys the world. There is no difference between them, so they can each control half of the universe.
The difference is that the Bodhisattva is in a hidden state and never cares about the human world, while the evil Buddha is always active and constantly tries to devour the light of the Dharma world. In the Dharma world, you can reincarnate after death, but in the outside world, you can only fall into hell after death.
, suffered from slavery.
When my father was young, he didn't understand this, and he once longed to live on an evil planet. However, he heard a lot about the situation there during the war between good and evil, so he gave up the idea.
It is said that Mount Sumeru is like a city wall, and people on both sides long for the past. It is the tragic scene at the end of the century that can arouse the dreams of dreamers.
Dad hates the hypocritical rules of the good path, and is afraid of the eternal torture of the evil path. Like countless people, he longs for the legendary holy star.
However, no one has ever really been to the Holy Path Planet. It may be just an imaginary other side, and people are just immersed in carefully woven lies and do not want to wake up.
…
"Xili, Xili, here I come!" Ah Cheng called.
The lakeside is quiet, and there is a strong light in the center of the lake.
The light group slowly dissipated, revealing the figure of the mountain ghost Xili.
She strolled to the lake, looked at Ah Cheng first, and then smiled, "It's you, Ah Cheng."
Ah Cheng asked doubtfully: "Why did you come out of the light?"
"Ah, I came from a far away place. It took me time."
Ah Cheng felt that her answer was wrong, but he didn't care and smiled stupidly, "I'll sing to you, what do you want to hear?"
Xili shook her head, "No."
"Why?" Ah Cheng's smile stiffened.
"Don't listen."
The mountain ghost was tired of it, and she frowned. Her eyebrows seemed to be the silhouette of distant mountains, long, elegant, and beautiful when wrinkled.
Ah Cheng fell into a great panic. Doesn't she like it? Doesn't she like "The Book of Songs" and "Li Sao"? So, what else can Ah Cheng do?
The only valuable thing is now no longer needed. Ah Cheng feels like a prisoner about to be hanged, just like what he saw when he followed his father to the execution ground in the city when he was a child. The noose is strangled around his neck, and the pedal under his feet may disappear at any time.
, and then he fell and his neck was broken. Or he was beheaded. Ah Cheng was more afraid of beheading, because the body of a hanged mortal was still intact, but beheading was different, the head would fly high.
Now, Xili is the executioner. Although there has never been such a beautiful executioner, Ah Cheng still feels a cold blade moving on the back of his neck, shaving the hair clean slowly, just for the most straightforward knife, splitting
The skin, muscles, and blood vessels were cut through the gaps in the bones, cutting off the throat and trachea. Finally, with the back of the knife, the big head was thrown away.
Ah Cheng closed his eyes.
Xili leaned close to his ear, exhaling cool and sweet breath, "I want to ask you to go somewhere."
Ah Cheng:awsl
"Where." He felt a little dizzy. Ah Cheng lowered his head and looked at the pattern on Xiuli's shoulder dress. It was clouds and phoenixes, woven with silver threads, shiny and light, and not blackened at all. He
I thought this might be the clothes made by the Weaver Girl.
"My home." Xili pursed her lips and suppressed her singing tone, "I'll take you there, and you can find me later."
"Okay, okay, no problem."
Xili held Ah Cheng's hand, her left hand holding the right hand, but it was more like walking a dog. Xili seemed to be holding a rein, while Ah Cheng would just stay blank and follow every step.
The mountain ghost was walking on the lake, and Ah Cheng fell directly into the water. Xili gently lifted Ah Cheng out of the water, stretched out her right hand and slapped him on the chest.
Ah Cheng felt a stream of frost pass through, going down from his chest to the soles of his feet, passing through the three meridians and seven chakras along the way. The inner energy running in it seemed to be inspired, running around like a mad dog, rushing from the root chakra to the heart chakra, and then to the heart chakra.
Returning from the heart chakra to the root chakra, abdominal chakra, and navel chakra, the sea of illusion was shaken. Ah Cheng felt his heart beating into his throat. His power was so disordered that he felt that his meridians might be severed in the next moment.
However, nothing bad happened in the end.
He even felt that his skills had become much more condensed.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was walking on the lake, the water only covered the insteps of his feet, and it was the cool breath in the soles of his feet that held him up.
"Where are you taking me?"
Xili turned back and smiled sweetly at him, "You'll know right away."
In the middle of the lake, Ah Cheng looked down and found that the lake water was actually crystal clear.
The moonlight gently illuminates the world at the bottom of the lake, where there are large flowers, epiphyllums, and stone flower sculptures.
Xili let go of Ah Cheng's hand, and he reluctantly grabbed it a few times.
The mountain ghost danced on the lake, circling Ah Cheng, gently but with great movements. Ah Cheng was afraid that her hand would hit him, so he kept dodging, with his shoulders hunched and his back looking weird and funny, as if he was a child.
A monkey that only imitates the movements at the feet of the dancer.
The moonlight is getting brighter and brighter, and the epiphyllum statues at the bottom of the lake are also shining with light. They are blue, gold-red, emerald green, and colorful, like drops of heaven and earth.
Acheng and Xili were wrapped in light, as if falling into a big cocoon. When the light dissipated, they disappeared on the lake.