Its appearance
Under the moonlit night, the lake shimmered, and the weeping willows swayed gently. Suddenly, the water splashed, and three or five small figures suddenly broke through the water. "Haha!" A child raised his hand high and shouted excitedly, "Look at me, I caught it!"
"Fish!" The other children's eyes lit up as they waded over to him. Looking at the fish in his hand, they also shouted excitedly, "What a fat fish! You caught such a big one!"
The children, surrounded by him, burst into laughter, their backs straightening up little by little. Having heard enough of their exclamations, he waved his hand casually, carried the fish, and walked towards the shore, saying, "Let's go ashore, warm ourselves by the fire, and share the fish!"
The children's eyes sparkled and they quickly responded "OK". They shook their wet hair, twisted the corners of their wet clothes, and walked towards the shore with laughter.
The children ran around with a "clattering sound", brought the dry wood they had collected earlier, piled it by the lake and lit it with tinder, and dug out bowls and chopsticks from the bushes. They sat around the bonfire and looked at the lake under the moonlight. After a while, they were all laughing and making noises.
"Eat fish, eat fish, eat fish--" a child knocked on the bowl and shouted.
"Don't worry!" The person next to him stretched out his hand and pretended to protect the fish, saying with a smile, "The fish is not ready yet. Didn't you say you were tired? Go to sleep first. I'll call you when the fish is ready."
Suddenly, the children sitting around laughed so hard that they fell backwards and gasped for breath. The child who had been holding the bowl for a long time also laughed so hard that his face flushed. He glared at her in feigned anger and shouted, "I believe you, you want to wait until you finish eating the fish before calling me!"
"What a mean-spirited person! What a mean-spirited person!" The girl pointed at the fish, made an expression of injustice, then smiled and cried out in injustice, "The fish is really not cooked! If you eat it, you will be beaten tomorrow morning and you won't be able to run away fast enough!"
The children burst into laughter and fell backwards to the ground.
They laughed and said to each other in a halting manner, pretending to be embarrassed: "You can't run fast, so don't dare eat fish anymore!" "Don't touch your chopsticks for a moment. Let me test the poison for you first!"
The laughter drowned out the crackling of the campfire, then trembled and subsided, leaving only one or two laughs.
The children wiped the tears of laughter from their eyes, sat up, stared at the grilled fish on the fire, and shouted, "Hurry up and see if the fish is ready! We will be beaten tomorrow morning, and we must eat fish tonight to make our work worthwhile!"
The boy who caught the fish smiled, stretched out his hand, turned the bamboo stick, and said, "Do you think the fish is ready? Who dares to try it?" He looked at the crowd.
When he glanced at it inadvertently, the smile on his face paused, then slowly faded away, and his eyes widened in astonishment.
The children around him also laughed for a moment, opened their eyes wide, and turned to look in the direction of his gaze.
Beyond the bright, blazing fire, the night seemed even darker and thicker. Under the bright moonlight, a figure in white, graceful and elegant, slowly treaded on the shimmering lake surface from afar.
Several children beside the bonfire stood up suddenly, their faces alert, and exchanged nervous glances with each other.
Without any reluctance, they turned around and ran away.
"mother--"
"Mom! Dad!"
When the girl parted the grass and saw the familiar house, she suddenly let out a loud scream.
With tears in her eyes, she stumbled towards the house and screamed frantically in the night: "Mother! Mother! Go find Hei'er and the others, they..."
The lake shimmered under the moonlight, and a man in white wandered around like a ghost.
She suddenly stopped and fell to the ground, tilting her head back and staring blankly at the scene not far ahead.
The next moment.
"ah!!!"
The shrill screams echoed layer by layer, shaking the mountains and rivers, and quickly spread to the distance with this small village as the center.
…………
In the dead of night, in a dilapidated thatched hut, a thin figure bent over, holding a cloth bag, limped slowly towards them.
A cold light flashed from the side, and someone came slashing with a sword, crying and screaming: "Give me back my master, uncle, brothers, and sisters--!!"
"Give it back!"
"Come back!"
“Give them back to me!!!”
The thin figure was knocked to the ground. The longsword trembled awkwardly, the man screamed, and the longsword rose and fell.
Only thin cuts were made on his arm that protected his head, and the fallen cloth bag was chopped to pieces, and the rice mixed with lime fell into the mud.
“Ahhhh——” More than a dozen dwarf children rushed over, with their toothless mouths open, clumsily slashing with swords and knives, crying, “Give our master, uncle, brothers, and sisters back——”
The swords and knives were both stuck in the mud and could not be pulled out.
The thin boy, who was surrounded by the shadows of different sizes, had a dim look in his eyes. He curled up with his hands protecting his head, looking up at the sky in despair.
There was a tiny white shadow in the distance in the darkness. Caught off guard, they looked at each other from afar, and the boy's pupils suddenly shrank.
"Clang!" "Boom!"
The long sword fell, and the man covered his neck with both hands, staring at him in disbelief and shock, and slowly fell backwards.
The skinny young man stood up and kicked him, his eyes sinister and ferocious, and he shouted sternly: "Why should a son pay for his father's debt? Why! What does it have to do with me? What does it have to do with me!!"
"Ah, ah... Master, senior brother!" The child was so frightened that his hands loosened and he fell to the ground. He turned around and cried loudly, stumbling and running away, shouting "Senior brothers, senior sisters, master, uncle".
A vicious and resentful look suddenly turned towards them.
The thin boy suddenly bent down, grabbed the long sword on the ground, and rushed out like thunder in the night.
"What does it have to do with me? What does it have to do with me?!"
The angry roar was like muffled thunder, booming in my ears.
He roared, swinging his sword.
"Get out! Get out—"
"Why do you bother me!!!"
"Get out of here!!"
The young faces fell to the ground in fear.
…………
Yuguo.
Daoxing City.
The imperial palace, a magnificent palace with golden splendor.
The young woman was draped in a lavish, layered, black dragon robe with golden patterns. Her silver-gray eyes were cold. With an indifferent expression, she rose from the dragon throne and slowly descended the steps.
In the center of the palace, there is a pair of chime bells and chime stones.
Le Tingshui had an indifferent expression on his face. He lifted up his gorgeous dragon robe and knelt quietly in the center of the palace.
She raised her head slightly, her silver-gray eyes were dazed for a moment, then she lowered her head without any reluctance and closed her eyes - solemn and pious.
An invisible force gently strikes the golden bell and jade chimes.
"clang--"
The music is clear and heavy, and the sound of gold and jade spreads out layer by layer.
Rumbling like thunder, it clears the mind and illuminates the self. Gentle and soothing like a spring breeze, it brushes through weeping willows and stirs the water, removing old ailments.
Sound by sound, layer by layer, the deep-rooted illness of karma is peeled away.
It shook the entire palace and the entire Daoxing City... Le Tingshui frowned slightly, the sound of gold and jade froze for a moment, then spread, instantly shaking the entire territory of Yu Kingdom.
Not enough, not enough... Her brows furrowed even tighter, her facial features twisted slightly, and cold sweat dripped down her face.
In the center of the palace, the kneeling girl bent over slightly with her whole body tense with pain, her hands hanging on her knees clenched and trembling little by little.
"Bang!"
“Ashui!!”
The palace door burst open, and a cold and violent wind rushed into the palace.
The sound of violent footsteps overlapped chaotically, and a figure dressed in platinum rushed over first, threw out a brass disc with his backhand, and suddenly hugged the girl, holding her tightly in his arms.
"A Shui, A Shui..."
Ping-pong, clang-clang, the roars poured into the palace like a tide. A familiar figure stood in front of her, protecting her tightly, and whispering unconsciously.
Le Tingshui opened his eyes, his vision was blurry for a moment, then tremblingly clear.
An invisible barrier rose up in an instant, with flashes of swords and sabers. The crowd rushing over had ferocious faces and waved swords wildly in their hands.
In mid-air, a brass disc was suspended.
The sound of gold and jade clashing made the brass disc tremble violently, with cracks as fine as spider webs rapidly climbing up on it.
The howling cold wind could not blow away the confusion and frenzy in people's hearts and minds.
The people who rushed into the hall one after another had ferocious faces and resentful eyes, as if they had lost their minds. They roared like wild beasts and rushed towards the invisible barrier like a flood.
What's going on? Why is it useless... Le Tingshui let the man hold him, raised his eyes, and looked blankly from Le Fei's shoulder to everything in front of him.
How could this be? How could this be?
impossible!
Le Tingshui's face changed and he turned his head abruptly to look to the side. The chime bells and chime stones were placed intact in the center of the palace, protected by an invisible barrier.
“Wow—”
An even colder gale blew through the palace gate, mixing it with the falling snowflakes. In the night, a blazing fire burned the sky, and a figure in white approached.
The visitor had a smile on his face and his eyes showed neither sadness nor joy, but when you looked closely, it seemed that there were countless extremely strong emotions hidden in them.
Le Tingshui turned his head and suddenly looked into his eyes, "Buzz!" His mind went blank.
My mind was blank, chaotic, and my heart was trembling with fear, uneasiness, resentment, and resistance.
In an instant, hatred came like a torrent or tsunami, overwhelming and overwhelming.
Malice is returning.
…………
early morning.
As the sky suddenly became bright, the whole world quickly turned gray.
In the holy snow-covered mountains and forests, in a bamboo and wooden house, in front of a table, papers are scattered around, and a figure is buried in writing.
Jiang Jingyuan held a pen in his hand, his eyes fixed on the paper, but his mind was empty, with nothing in it. He just kept writing, writing...
Messy ink splatters across the paper, paragraph after paragraph, with no regard for cohesion, layout, or neatness. I just write faster and faster, faster and faster.
“Boom.”
The thin brush was thrown on the table, and ink splattered everywhere.
Jiang Jingyuan leaned back suddenly in his chair.
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes half closed, her mouth slightly open, her chest, shoulders and neck rising and falling violently, desperately fighting for air and breathing.
After a while, she closed her eyes, pursed her lips and swallowed, opened her eyes, straightened her back, and reached out to carefully pick up the scattered papers on the table.
He picked up the papers one by one and shook them in the air. Jiang Jingyuan held his breath and concentrated, moving himself close to the paper, trying to distinguish each word one by one, slowly distinguishing them, his brows deep in thought.
This word, this sentence, was written by her. She wrote each word as inspiration turned it into a word. During the writing process, she had no ability to think clearly. She had no idea what the sentence was about or what the content was.
She could only stop writing and look at it again, trying to restore the true meaning from the confusing sentences.
But it's inevitable... Jiang Jingyuan frowned, staring at the words on the paper, thinking over and over again, but still couldn't figure out what they meant.
Jiang Jingyuan placed the paper on the table, stood up, moved the chair forward, sat down, relaxed against the back of the chair, lowered his head and eyes, stared at the ink-colored area, and closed his eyes naturally.
She sank into the boundless darkness in her heart, reciting the incoherent words alone. If one time was not enough, she would recite it again, slowly reciting until the darkness responded... Jiang Jingyuan suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed a pen and quickly wrote on the blank space of the paper. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, leaned back tiredly, picked up the paper and looked at it again.
Jiang Jingyuan watched, his thoughts racing as he pondered how the darkness had given the answer just now.
Even I am confused.
This feeling was not the silent voice of "His" from before. This darkness was always silent. There was no sound to give her an answer, and even the feeling was very weak.
Suddenly, I read out the answers, short words like "sad" and "angry".
Jiang Jingyuan thought about the feeling, but it was too short. The answer came out in an instant without any warning. She doubted whether she could really distinguish the feeling in such a short time.
Jiang Jingyuan put down the paper, closed his eyes again, and asked himself in the darkness, "What is it, what is it..."
"'Disaster'."
She read it out loud in the dark.
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