The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

There is never a story that is beautiful from beginning to end. Who said that? I can’t remember clearly.

When she opened her eyes, the girl was still crying. Her sadness was like the continuous raindrops falling on her body, taking away the remaining warmth.

When I raised my face, the season that was supposed to be white was replaced by the flames of the prairie fire. Even if I tried to search the red ocean, I couldn't find a harbor where I could rest.

The wind picked up, and the flames began to run, and I seemed to have turned into a flame, following them, roaring silently under the indifferent sky.

I don’t know how long it took, but I finally stopped. When I woke up, the girl was squatting next to me. She stopped crying. Her tears turned into flames and tightened my neck. She asked me a question:

"Why? Are you still alive?"

I opened my mouth, but I couldn't answer. My breathing gradually became difficult, and I couldn't even say a word.

Meihong woke up from her dream, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and the clothes on her back were soaked with sweat. She lowered her head and looked at the charred bed board at her hand, which seemed to be caused by her unconsciously.

Like all the dreams in the past, those fragmented contents were soon forgotten by her. The moonlight shone on the ground through the paper window. At this moment, Meihong was no longer sleepy.

Opening the door, under the hazy night, the quiet bamboo forest spreads along an endless gravel road to the end of the line of sight. She put on her clothes for going out. Meihong, with her hands in her pockets, followed the guidance of her memory and headed towards Walk deep into the bamboo forest.

In a trance, the surrounding bamboos began to twist and deform, and there seemed to be the sound of flames being ignited behind him, and the sound of beeping and cracking came one after another.

Meihong stopped and turned back. The road she came from had been covered in a sea of ​​fire. She was slightly startled and blinked hard. The cold moonlight once again became the main tone of the bamboo forest.

Illusion?

When Meihong came back to her senses, she realized that she had unknowingly arrived in front of a luxurious courtyard. The wooden sign engraved with the Eternal Pavilion made her unwilling to take another step forward.

Clicking her tongue, Meihong turned around decisively, but there was still an annoying voice behind her.

"Oh, isn't this turkey? It's rare that you have such taste. After staying with that Bai Ze for a long time, you finally got a genetic mutation, right?" Kaguya's mean character will not change even in ten thousand years. , and attacking Meihong is a daily routine that she enjoys endlessly.

"Shut up Kaguya," Meihong glanced sideways at Kaguya and said, not to be outdone, "But you, it's rare that you dress like a human being tonight. That old woman finally corrected your twisted personality?"

"Hehe, my concubine advises you to be kind. Although Yonglin doesn't like to bully the small with the big, the guy who wants to die is excluded."

"snort."

Turning her head away in disdain, Mei Hong is too lazy to argue with Hui Ye today, not because she is afraid of trouble, but because she is not in the mood.

This kind of beauty obviously made Kaguya feel a special sense of freshness. She raised her arms and covered her face with half sleeves, playing with the taste: "Alala, it seems like a puppy abandoned by its owner with such an expression. Do you want my love and affection?"

"hold head high?"

Meihong raised her eyebrows, and the flames wrapped around her body turned into a very aggressive hagoromo. The rising flames wrapped around her fists. As long as Kaguya dared to say another word, she would dare to set him on fire together with the Eternal Pavilion. .

But before she heard Kaguya's reply, Meihong discovered in horror that Kaguya in front of her was undergoing a strange transformation, with malicious black energy surrounding her, and red light converging into the shape of a sword. She held it in her hand.

In those eyes, the chaos that transcends reality and illusion is condensed, as deep as the whirlpool on the seabed, and the lightless darkness is madly devouring all the breath of the living.

That is simply not the kind of existence that should be born into the world.

A kind of creepy fear surged into her heart, and the size of the flame in Meihong's hand suddenly increased several times. Just when she was about to purify all the sins in front of her, she saw Kaguya's stunned expression.

"Turkey, what are you doing?"

Kaguya, who was approached by the flames, showed an expression of disbelief. Although the two often fought to the death, most of the time they were restrained within a controllable range.

And just now, she truly felt Meihong's killing intent, which she had never felt before.

It is different from the previous hatred that originated from long-standing grievances, but a kind of diametrical opposition, just like life and death, light and darkness.

Meihong stopped what she was doing in a daze, and Kaguya returned to her original appearance, but why, the guy she just saw seemed to have an incomprehensible sense of familiarity to her.

It's like I've seen it somewhere.

Meihong, who had an oolong, didn't have any intention of explaining, so she left the eternal pavilion with a puzzled face.

The misty bamboo forest made a rustling sound, and the full moon above her head was shining strangely, Mei Hong's mood became irritable for no reason.

Her steps were getting faster and faster, as if she wanted to escape from something. The scene of that dream began to become clear in her mind. She felt that the demonic power in her body began to become unstable, and an uncontrollable burst of feeling made her more and more excited. It became increasingly difficult to suppress the almost instinctive restlessness.

The sound of flames came from next to his ears, and the fiery touch slid across his skin, and he stopped abruptly, and his surroundings were already surrounded by a raging sea of ​​flames.

Wearing green clothes, Huiyin appeared in the flames without warning, her two crescent-like horns raised toward the sky, and her cold eyes lost all color of humanity.

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A trace of surprise flashed in her red eyes. Meihong didn't say a word as the flame feathers wrapped around her body again. This time she chose to attack without hesitation.

The jet of fire penetrated Huiyin's body, but there was no physical sensation. Bai Ze's shadow turned into a wisp of smoke in the flames without making any sound.

And just after she disappeared, there was the only road left that was not covered in flames.

Meihong gritted her teeth and embarked on this road. All the sounds around her were fading away, including the flames, the moonlight, and the bamboo forest. When all the light was swallowed up by the darkness, she finally reached the end of the road.

There, a mysterious man in a black robe was waiting for her. Ancient, remote, and isolated from the world, it was impossible to imagine that there was such a thing in the world.

But Meihong didn't care so much. The flame in her hand illuminated the darkness. She asked with an angry tone: "Are you the one who created all these messy things around me?"

"you are wrong."

Unexpectedly, there was an surprisingly young voice under the black robe. He said to Meihong calmly: "I'm here to put an end to everything, Meihong."

After he finished speaking, he reached out a hand from under his black robe, and the golden key shone brightly and enveloped the two of them.