The Year of Rebirth

Jun Ruyu will never forget that night, the gate that was knocked open was like the broken wings of a butterfly, and the blazing fire flooded the entire city.

The screams of people, the neighing of war horses, the last roar of soldiers when they were martyred, the neat pace of the enemy, and the crackling sound of the flame burning constitute Jun Ruyu’s memory of that night.

His mother put on a dress for the five-year-old, and tied her shoulder-length hair into two braids, and handed him into the hands of a court lady. Holding his hand and telling him, this is the destruction of the country and the family. Without strength, he has no right to get everything. He wants to grow up.

At that time, Jun Ruyu was still ignorant, but everything that followed let him fully understand the meaning of the words behind the scenes.

He hid in the secret path with the maid, watching his father and king guarding his mother, but was killed by the dragon-robed man with a sword. However, his mother did not shed a tear, but rushed towards where they were, hit and died at the entrance of the secret passage, and destroyed the mechanism that opened the secret passage.

He clearly remembered those eyes, and every time he dreamed back at midnight, those eyes would appear before his eyes.

That is the desolation of the death of the family and the family, the hatred of death, and the black and shiny, as if it can touch your deepest heartstrings.

So Jun Ruyu has never forgotten.

He fled with the palace maid all the way, becoming a beggar begging on the side of the road just to hide his eyes and ears, but the palace maid became seriously ill due to the plague caused by the national war. The two were thrown in a mass grave after being beaten and scolded.

Where did Jun Ruyu meet someone who changed his life, and since then embark on a path that cannot be looked back.

He gave everything he had to the woman wearing a mask, worshiped that woman as a teacher, and lived on as a woman’s disciple.

It’s like abandoning the past, being cultivated by a woman as a successor, and even to the outside world, she has always been shown as a daughter.

This is the beginning of this story.

Jun Ruyu not only inherited his mother’s beautiful appearance, he was born with a wonderful foundation, but also learned a woman’s lifelong skills. After the death of a woman, he replaced the woman and took charge of the entire force.

Others are just like the name, the gentleman was born like jade, but cold as ice. He doesn’t like to speak in the ordinary days, but he has never made a mistake in his decision-making. He is probably the most mysterious leader in the history of the magic sect.

*

Su Liunian put down the script in his hand, raised his head and silently looked at the person in the vanity mirror.

The willow eyebrows are slender, and a pair of phoenix eyes are slightly watery, which makes the black pupils a little moisturized, the eyelashes are curled, and the elongated eyeliner adds majesty to these beautiful eyes. There is a silver flame pattern at the center of the eyebrows. If you look closely, you will find that because of the peculiar way of makeup, the flame emblem is different from any angle, as if it is burning.

The lower half of his face was shrouded under the veil, and he could only vaguely see a beautiful nose and red lips.

If it weren’t for sitting in front of the mirror, Su Liunian would not admit that the beauty in the mirror was him.

His eyes moved slightly, he pursed his lips and looked at the makeup artist on the side, his eyes condensed with the murderous intent.

The makeup artist who was still immersed in his own world naturally couldn’t see this murderous gaze. He just got more and more excited as he watched. He finally recovered and was even more satisfied, and started tossing Su Liunian’s hairstyle again.

Su Liunian sighed and glanced at the final design drawing that the makeup artist put on the dressing table. He had to admit that this look fits the description of the “devil head” in the script.

After calming down for a while, Su Liunian felt that he still couldn’t see and was upset, and chose to close his eyes and simmer his emotions.

What they were going to film later was the first act of this play. Su Liunian needed to make her debut in women’s clothing. They arrived early, and the sound of setting up the scenery outside was still intermittent, making some sleepy Shen Yue completely drowsy.

When everything was ready and the actor was already in place, the director remembered that his protagonist hadn’t appeared yet.

“Where is Su Liunian?” The director looked around.

Chang Ji was jumping up and down. Hearing the director’s words, he hurriedly replied: “He came very early, and he has been staying in the dressing room to put on makeup!”

The screenwriter’s eyes lit up and he laughed. “That’s right, today he is going to wear women’s clothing~~~”

The director glanced at the screenwriter, and silently turned his head to indicate that he did not know him. As soon as he was about to call Su Liunian, he saw the dressing room door being pushed open. “…”

The director said, don’t be so scary every time! Give people a little time to prepare yourself ! !

The whole set was silent for about three seconds, and Su Liunian, who walked to the director, heard the wailing of an assistant girl: “Also let the woman live qaq!”

“…” Su Liunian remained silent and nodded to the director slightly. “Director, I can do it.”

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone reflected…Fortunately, even though he was completely invisible with a set of ancient costumes and makeup, his voice was normal.

“Ahem.” The director pretended to cough and waved: “All the actors are in place! Ready to start!!”

Chang Ji picked up the small board, and silently appeared in a cameo.

“Wrong, first act, action!”

*

The Demon Cult is not actually called the Demon Cult. They had their own names a long time ago, but since they were called the Demon Cult from the rivers and lakes, they also began to call themselves the Demon Cult. Gradually, it was as if they were originally called the Demon Cult. general.

Among the arena, the opposite of the right way is naturally the magic sect, so everyone in the magic sect is willing to accept this title. Although they are neither aggressive nor wicked, they clearly do business that is very serious.

The selection of the leader of the magic sect has always been very strange. All the leaders will go out at the time they think is suitable. They will pick a child who is close to them and has good roots to come back for training. They teach from an early age, with high standards. Require, absolutely put an end to all kinds of corruption.

When the apprentice succeeds, the master retires. This has always been the tradition of the magic sect.

As for where the old leaders went after they retired, there was no one to look into.

There is another important point. I don’t know when the leaders of the past dynasties of the magic sect began to be women, and these women are all cold-hearted and unmoved by love. The ideal of every heart is to find a child to raise her. Big and then pass the position down.

Almost every leader will tell his disciples that their religion is not called the magic sect. In the future, they must carry forward the sect and restore the name of the sect. The little apprentice said that he would definitely do it in the future, but turned around and found another apprentice to pass on this great wish.

It’s passed down to Jun Ruyu’s generation, and I don’t know which term it was.

Today is Jun Ruyu’s ascension ceremony.

The ceremony was not grand, it was just to recall the hall masters of the demon cult outside and the leaders of various places back to the headquarters, so that they could see the demeanor of the master leader.

Before today, Jun Ruyu had already taken over the Demon Cult thing for a whole year. And his legendary master disappeared long ago.

At the moment, there are rows of people standing neatly in the core area of ​​the Demon Cult. They bowed slightly in one direction, and their voices were loud and loud: “Respectfully ask the Lord!”

As the neat voice fell, someone stepped in from outside the door.

In front of them were four young girls in white palace attire with double flat hair buns. The four people stood side by side, the first two sprinkled the petals from the flower basket they were holding, the last two each carried the incense burner, and the four strolled out, paved a road decorated with flowers on the ground.

Then a woman in red flew out.

“She” doesn’t touch the ground, just tap her toes on the petals flying in the air, and she can fly up again.

The congregation only felt a fragrant wind passing in front of them, but they couldn’t see the woman’s face clearly.

“She” landed on the high platform, stretched her long sleeves slightly, and then slowly turned around.

She had black silk up to her waist, loosely rolled up on her head to make it upturned, with a phoenix hairpin, which looked like a phoenix flying high in the sky, with strands of black silk and silver tassels hanging from her back. The red palace dress was slightly conservative, the upper body appeared loose and tightly wrapped, and could not outline her figure, but the black silk cloth was tightly wrapped around her waist, which made the slender waist not bad. The layered red skirts on the lower body are like waves of water when they move with the wind, which is very beautiful.

With the concentration of everyone’s eyes, the person’s eyes were still indifferent, his lips pressed without a trace of smile, and his eyes were full of cold light, which could directly freeze the person to death. So together with that peerless face, he became cold. The veil moved lightly in the breeze, seeing her red lips slightly open, but she didn’t say a word.

She sat down on the throne on the high platform and looked down at the people below.

The demons knelt on one knee, supported their shoulders with their left hands, and once again spoke in an incomparably tacit understanding. “See the leader!”

The sound was loud, and the camera slowly pulled back, gradually pulling the lens away.

*

Wen Chuyuan stood by and watched Su Liunian’s play without a single line until the director called him in a trance.

Moving to Su Liunian’s side, Wen Chuyuan said with emotion: “When I read the script, I felt that this scene was too pretentious/forced… I didn’t expect it to be like this when I really came out… This is an unpredictable realm! I feel that kind of aura when I stand here!”

Su Liunian glanced at him, but didn’t reply.

But Wen Chuyuan, who understands the meaning of his eyes, exploded: “What do you mean! Why do you look at me like a hillbilly!”

Su Liunian blinked and said innocently, “Aren’t you?”

“…” How should he refute… He can’t speak at all to Su Liunian who is dressed like this now!

“If there was no such momentum in this scene, the director would have called a card.” Su Liunian ignored the hillbilly next to him and turned his head down the script. “How many more games I have with this makeup look, will you have one for the next one?”

“Yes…” Wen Chuyuan leaned over to read the script together. “Well, our opponent’s play started from here…” He was a little emotional.

“Correct.” Su Liunian moved a little farther. “It’s the beginning of an evil fate.”

“What to do, I’m afraid that the momentum will not overwhelm you by then.” Wen Chuyuan wanted to scratch his hair, but he was afraid of breaking it.

Su Liunian lit candles for his lack of brains. “Your IQ is offline? In the next game, you will just have a few lines. You are still a newcomer who can overwhelm me?” Glancing at him, Su Liunian got up and went back to apply makeup.

Wen Chuyuan looked at the red-painted figure that was going away, and shrugged, “What if you first come out of the rivers and lakes, you still have to take it to me~”