When the two of them regained consciousness, they had already noticed the presence of the man on the shore. Mo Guyuan held his sword in front and stared at the man in red. He thought that this man must have been responsible for the previous crisis.
Bai Li held a hand on his chest, his hair was slightly messy, and there were still water stains hanging down his cheeks, looking sad and blurry. At this moment, he stared blankly at Mo Guyuan standing in front of him, as if he was in another world.
After the door of Cao Qingyi's house was broken, she could not sense Mo Guyuan's existence. In addition, due to the previous conflict between the two, Bai Li left alone in anger. Searching all the way, he accidentally stumbled into this place. Corroded by the fireflies, Bai Li fell into a deep sleep and coma. If he hadn't been rescued by Mo Guyuan in the end, he might have been lost in the past and unable to extricate himself.
But at this moment, Bai Li stood behind Mo Guyuan, still looking dazed and absent-minded for some reason.
"Who are you?" Mo Guyuan asked in a cold voice.
On the shore, the man in red clothes had already regained his composure. He saw the two people on the water surface of the lake looking at him together, with different expressions on their faces. He did not speak, his expression was indifferent, and there was nothing strange about it.
For a moment, Mo Guyuan saw that the man was just standing on the shore, looking at the two of them motionlessly, and then he pulled Bai Li and slowly moved behind him.
Just as Mo Guyuan made a slight movement and was about to retreat in an instant, four splashes of water suddenly erupted from all sides of the lake and rose into the sky, blocking all retreat directions for the two of them. Mo Guyuan stepped forward, trying to break through while the top of his head was not covered.
On the shore, the man in red clothes turned into a stream of light again and struck upwards.
Mo Guyuan glanced away without any time to think too much, and waved Xuanyuan in his hand. In an instant, the wind surged, and the water splashes all over the sky were blown away by his sword energy. The water splashes were rolled up layer by layer, like drawing fuel from the bottom of a cauldron, and torrents rushed out from the bottom of the water, heading straight towards the red Kill the man in clothes.
Until this moment, the expression of the man in red clothes changed slightly. When the water arrow rushed towards him, the man in red clothes raised a sleeve in a slashing motion, and countless feathers appeared out of thin air from the cuffs. , also turned into falling arrows and headed downward to resist.
However, at this moment, Mo Guyuan was approaching, the Xuanyuan Sword was shining brightly, and the sword aura was awe-inspiring. The man in red clothes felt a sudden chill in his heart, as the dazzling sword light in the daytime enveloped him.
Mo Guyuan stood up with his sword, and the water curtains that lost control fell one after another. The mist was confused and there was a trace of blood floating in it. Mo Guyuan walked forward and flew down. Until the last moment, he stood quietly on the shore with his sword pointed at the moment.
The heavily injured man in red was weakly leaning against the rock wall, his face always calm. Even though blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth at this moment, he still showed no sign of pain, and his pupils were filled with the sharp sword in front of him.
Mo Guyuan raised his sword and pointed it at his heart, and asked coldly again, "Tell me the way out of here, and I will spare your life."
The man in red clothes looked away and sneered, his grin full of scarlet.
Mo Guyuan was angry and was about to scare him again when Bai Li flew forward behind him and pulled Mo Guyuan to stop him. After a long time, he said softly, "He wants to die."
Mo Guyuan paused and looked at Bai Li inexplicably, only to see Bai Li walking to the side of the man in red clothes and grabbing his sleeve with one hand.
At this moment, the man in red clothes suddenly panicked and hurriedly raised his hands to stop him, but was unable to do so. He became unsteady and fell to the ground.
Mo Guyuan was shocked. At this moment, he discovered that under the man's loose robe, there was only one arm, and the other sleeve was empty.
"My master told me when I was young that her master was lucky enough to see a very special bird in ancient times. At that time, I thought it was just a legend. If I hadn't seen it in the light and shadow before, it would be hard for people to believe it." Bai Li looked at the man in front of him, lowered his head and said silently.
"It turns out you are a descendant of the nine-tailed fox, no wonder." The man in red clothes stopped struggling and took a breath, his face relaxed, and suddenly there was a smile.
At this point, this was the first sentence that Mo Guyuan heard the man in red speak. His ears felt like the sound of nature, and his voice was so pleasant.
Bai Li nodded slightly, and when he was about to check the injury of the man in red, he was blocked by him. The man in red clothes shook his head and said, "That sword was deliberately aimed at me with my heart open."
Bai Li's body trembled, and he looked at the man in red clothes in disbelief, and saw that his face was calm and his eyes were peaceful, as if he was relieved.
"Are you just giving up? What do you think these tens of thousands of years are? What if! What if there is still a chance?" Bai Li's voice suddenly became louder, and then gradually became silent, as if he was talking to himself. language.
Mo Guyuan was surprised and looked at Bai Li, seeing her body trembling and feeling a little lonely.
"Bai...Miss Bai, are you okay?" Mo Guyuan gently patted her shoulder and asked worriedly.
The man in red clothes stared into nothingness, his eyes full of nostalgia and longing. The so-called one glance for ten thousand years is nothing more than this.
"She doesn't even have the luxury of reincarnation, so what chance is there? It's just me deceiving myself." The man murmured slightly.
At this moment, the figure of the man beside him gradually shrank. At first glance, Mo Guyuan saw that when the figure of the man disappeared, he revealed his true form, which turned out to be an extremely delicate bird. But what surprised him was that he only had one wing and one eye, and his feathers were light red in color, which was quite strange.
The fireflies that disappeared on the lake surface came towards the shore again, the light and shadow shattered, turning into thousands of birds flying with wings. There was a lingering sound of wind coming from the empty valley, as if someone was whispering and singing softly.
The crisp chirping of birds is the most beautiful confession in the world. Mo Guyuan looked at the mirage in front of him, and suddenly knew why Bai Li was like this, and he was at a loss.
In the distant ancient times, there was a small village on the bank of the Yellow River. The local people were simple and simple, and the villagers made a living by farming and weaving. They have taken root here for generations.
At that time, there was a child named Yagyu in the small village. His family was poor. He knew how to help the family when he was still under age. He worked in the fields with his parents and was diligent and sincere. He is optimistic and optimistic. After helping his family every day, what he likes most is listening to the chirping of various birds in the woods behind his home.
As he worked tirelessly day and night, Yagyu gradually learned to distinguish various types of bird calls, and he gradually tried to imitate various sounds like those birds, learning in a formal way. With.
As time went by, Yagyu's learning ability became more and more proficient. After a long time, the sounds he imitated were so that even the bird itself could not distinguish the real ones from the fake ones. This made Yagyu even more happy. Whenever he was tired and sleepy, he would imitate the chirping of birds, which would often attract many birds to play with him and chat happily in the forest.
Day after day, year after year, Yagyu gradually grew up, and this year, Yagyu just turned sixteen.
Because my mother is tired from working in the fields all year round and suffers from physical illness and cannot get out of bed, she needs more money to buy medicine to recuperate her health. In desperation, Yagyu had no choice but to sell himself to a wealthy family in another town, work as a servant, and be responsible for the garden of the house.
The wealthy family's surname is Huang. The Huang mansion is magnificent, with many large and small courtyards and a variety of potted flowers and plants. Yagyu's daily job is to carefully take care of these flowers, plants and trees, and collect fallen leaves and roots.
On this day, when Yagyu was finishing pruning the flowers in the other courtyard, he had nothing to do, so he sneaked to the corner of the wall, covered his mouth and sang softly, imitating the bird's call. After a while, there was a canary. Flying from the sky.
Liu Sheng laughed and chased, chasing and playing with the canary, and had a great time. However, every move he made from beginning to end was witnessed by a woman who was hiding aside at the time.
That woman is the daughter of the master of the Huang Mansion, named Huang Ying. She saw that Yagyu and the canary seemed to be psychic, chatting and laughing with each other, and watched with great interest. In addition, the two of them were similar in age, and they were also curious and playful. As time went by, the two of them became interested in each other and interacted with each other.
"Yagyu, you are so amazing. It seems that you can know all the bird calls in the world, and you can also learn them so well."
"If you like to listen, then I will sing to you every day."
"Are you serious? You can't lie to me!"
"Don't worry, I will do what I say."
Under the promenade, the reflection of the setting sun lengthened. The two of them sat next to each other, with a faint affection, and several years passed quietly.
However, the two people's long-lasting love was discovered by the master of the Huang Mansion. The Master of the Huang Mansion was so angry that even a lowly person like Yagyu Sheng dared to cross the line. He immediately sent someone to capture Yagyu Sheng.
That evening, Liu Sheng went to find Huang Ying as usual, but he was intercepted by a servant of the Huang Mansion and beat him to death without saying a word. Liu Sheng was seriously injured and fell unconscious. The servants were instructed by the master of the Huang Mansion to carry Liu Sheng out and throw him into the Yellow River.
That day, Huang Ying waited patiently for Yagyu to arrive, so she sent her servants to find out. When she found out the whole story, she was so angry that she spurted out a large pool of blood. By the time the doctor came, Huang Ying had already passed away.
Everyone was so sad that they suddenly saw a beautiful and dazzling bird jumping out of the yellow warbler's heart. The bird was green in color and had one wing and one eye. It only looked around briefly before spreading its legs and chasing in the direction of the Yellow River.
Since she only had her right wing and could not fly, everyone looked at her strangely and followed her. The bird ran extremely fast, and soon it reached the Yellow River.
At this moment, Yagyu was already dying, but the servants carrying him beside him could still hear strange whinnying sounds coming from Yagyu's mouth from time to time, intermittently, and never stopped.
Suddenly there was a shrill sound, and Liu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked around, seeing a strange bird running desperately towards him on the shore. With just one glance, Yagyu recognized that it was the form of Huang Ying. All the previous struggles and beliefs collapsed at this moment. As the servant threw Yagyu's body into the Yellow River, Yagyu finally closed his eyes gently in mid-air.
The vision appeared, and everyone also saw a little bird snatched out of Yagyu's heart. The bird also had one wing and one eye, and jumped up on Yagyu's fallen body. On the shore, the little bird transformed by the oriole also rushed towards it. The two little birds overlapped in the air and were tightly entwined. As the colorful light enveloped them, the two little birds gradually merged into one, and they turned out to be transformed into one. Be like a big bird with two heads and two wings, sharing their left and right wings with each other, waving constantly.
There was a lingering cry, and everyone on the bank of the Yellow River felt that the sound was extremely beautiful. Countless figures were attracted by the cry, and stared blankly at the big bird soaring away.
From then on, the world recorded these strange and strange things in books, and called the bird a biwing bird to spread the true love between Liu Sheng and Huang Ying until death.
However, as the years went by, Yagyu and Oriole traveled all over the world. During the Five Classics of Mountains and Seas, there happened to be a flood and the rivers overflowed. The two of them did not want to stay for a long time and flew to another place.
However, local people saw the two of them passing by each other that day. The ordinary people saw that the big bird had two heads and shared wings. The color was red with blue and green with red. It was extremely strange, so someone with good intentions copied it and painted it. It is even said from word of mouth that this big bird is an ominous thing, and wherever it comes, there will be disasters such as floods. So everyone in the world fought against them one after another, until one day they were caught and tortured extremely cruelly, their bones and blood were everywhere.
Huang Ying's body was completely bruised and she could not die anymore, but Yagyu Sheng was filled with resentment and turned into a ghost to kill all the people. Then, he stayed in front of Huang Ying's blood and refused to leave.
Whenever late at night, Liu Sheng would get entangled with one another, crying like ghosts and howling like wolves, making the people miserable and frightened. Later, a Taoist cultivator passed by this place, took him into custody, and brought him here.
The afterimages of that scene changed one after another, like a scroll of time flowing. Mo Guyuan looked at the scene in front of him, clenching his fists tightly, and there was a dull pain in his chest. This feeling seemed to be more painful and more intense than when I saw the past between Luo Chengdong and Liu Zimo.
What did they do wrong? They really just want to live an ordinary and good life, so why doesn't God fulfill their wishes? They couldn't stay together while alive, and they had to be skinned and divided even after death. Mo Guyuan lowered his head and felt completely confused.
Bai Li on the side had already used the characteristics of the Qingqiu Fox Clan to see the outline of the red-clothed man Yagyu in the firefly bubble. However, the clearer past scene now made it difficult for her to breathe again.
Compared with those lovers who can sing and cry, and have gone through life and death hardships, Yagyu and Huang Ying are actually ordinary and simple, and they cannot be more ordinary. But it's just that, such an ordinary pair of lovers have to experience such incomparable treatment. After all, what does the cycle of heaven and the existence of the principle of cause and effect mean?
"Perhaps she had sinned deeply in her previous life, and she and I were in such a situation in this life. I was resentful and unwilling to accept it, but now it's all nonsense. Now that she is no longer, I should also let go. The impermanence of heaven has its own destiny." Then As Yagyu's figure gradually disappeared, he gently spoke to the two people below.
Mo Guyuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and his face was still unwilling. He panted and said angrily, "Fart, why, are you willing to be bound by the so-called heaven and manipulated by fate?"
Liu Sheng was unmoved and just looked at the two of them quietly. After a long time, he smiled lightly at Bai Li and said, "What did you see in his memory just now?"
Bai Li was stunned, looking at Liu Sheng at a loss, and couldn't help but look at Mo Guyuan, as if the previous scene appeared in front of him again.
The young man was alone, carrying all the sorrows and joys alone, spending year after year. He looked like all living beings, living in the world with joys, sorrows and joys, but Bai Li just liked to watch him age after year, stubborn and aloof, yet warm and hot.
Bai Li suddenly felt something in her heart, but it seemed that she couldn't grasp anything. She only felt an inexplicable loss, but there was also a trace of happiness, which made her confused.
"I never realized how miserable and beautiful this world is. As for the so-called worthiness of the world, it is not worth mentioning. But do you know that even though everything in the world is unsatisfactory and everyone is selfish, there is still hope in the world, as deep as that The seeds buried in the ground will sprout one day. Or the person you meet by chance one day, your life will change quietly. Aren't they full of unknown possibilities and expectations? As long as there is still a trace of thought, a trace of Hope, then there will naturally be so-called opportunities in the world. I didn't understand it before, but it is now that I suddenly realized it." Liu Sheng said slowly.
After saying this, he suddenly laughed loudly, and his whole figure rose into the void. At the same time, the two of them felt the sound of nature ringing in their ears again.
"I give up my soul and return to heaven and earth. I give up reincarnation and pray for the common people. May all the good people in the world grow old together, and may all the deep love live up to each other. On earth, I wish to be a twig, and in the sky, I wish to be a winged bird."
This sentence echoed endlessly in the ears of the two people. Their eyes were moist, and they both bowed deeply. Suddenly, a loud and clear cry came from the sky. The two of them looked up, and they could vaguely see a single-winged bird waving towards them, echoing with Yagyu from a distance.
"Is that Huang Ying?" Bai Li murmured.
"That's right, they are the winged birds they transformed into." Mo Guyuan murmured with a smile.
The two waved and then the big bird soared into the sky and its cries spread throughout the world. The clouds and smoke drifted away, and a faint light fell, as if a god was shining down, giving Yagyu's last wish to the earth.
