Chapter 83 Fanwai Past Life One

"Ayu-Ayu, where are you?"

Silent hills, gusts of overcast wind mixed with an inexplicable rustling sound, heavy frost at night, and the mist overflowing from nowhere can be able to cover the stars in the sky that are not very clear.

In the interlaced branches, you can occasionally see a bright color shuttle in the vast fog, stumbled and somewhat eagerly looking for someone.

"Ayu-ah-"

The person who came was forced to stop abruptly in the middle of shouting, for no other reason, just because there was a strange beast like a lion and a leopard entrenched in the road ahead, and it was dark and sleeping quietly in the night, but the huge body was extremely oppressive. Makes people timid, for fear of disturbing it.

The weak mortal couldn't help but take a few steps back, tremblingly and gropingly picked up the branches on the ground and blocked it in front of him.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, whether Ayu had been buried in the belly of this beast, and he was afraid that he would be doomed tonight.

He was so frightened that his hands and feet became weak, but he had no way to retreat. He tripped over a pile of rocks under his feet again, and fell to the ground with a scream.

The elbows and palms on the ground were slashed with blood by sharp stone thorns.

It is like a sneaky mountain with a distant and gigantic outline. It emerges little by little from the entanglement of night and fog. The huge body that should make the earth shake, but it seems to be pity for the grass and trees. in front of him.

The weak mortal held up the branch and confronted it hilariously and pitifully.

The giant beast like a god stopped in front of him, its eyes were as deep as the sea without a trace of wildness. It seemed to be integrated with this quiet green mountain, and the breath it exhaled instantly became wind, wrapping the mortal in it.

The wound that was still bleeding just now was instantly intact.

The unstoppable wind turned into a white butterfly surrounding him again, and he looked up again, where there were any giant beasts, and there was nothing but the sky and the earth in front of him.

Is it a dream or a hallucination?

He looked at the butterfly in front of him, and the fluttering wings flashed with blue-green and fascinating fluorescent light.

The memory is also confused with this firefly for no reason. Why did he come to this mountain? ...Yes, he came after this white butterfly, and he got lost on this mountain.

Yes, it must be the case, he has to go back quickly, otherwise Ayu will be worried...

He brushed away the fog, lifted the hem of his clothes and ran, but he couldn't get out of this obstacle after going around.

How to be good, how to be good, if you are stuck in the mountains all night, I am afraid that the old illness will come back and suffer this winter.

He was born weak, how could the Ye clan in Runan be inherited by a sick child? This world of the weak can't tolerate him. He was thrown into the wild mountains and ridges by his family since he was a child. No one cares.

I don't know if it was this isolated and helpless situation, or the too cold night wind made him feel sad in the spring and autumn, and his eyes were filled with the bitterness and astringency of the world, such as the morning dew.

"Master, are you lost?" A clear and warm voice sounded not far away.

The owner of the voice stood in the blue-white fog, and the dim starlight that remained was not enough for people to see his face clearly.

"Under Runan Ye's Ye Jirong, Xiaosheng was fascinated here, if your Excellency can help me..." Ye Jirong hurriedly bowed and saluted, walking forward in three or two steps like grabbing a life-saving straw.

The man stretched out his hand and smiled lightly: "It is not easy to travel in the foggy mountains. I am a servant of the mountains. If you don't mind, you can go down the mountain with you, and you will be safe."

Ye Jirong didn't say anything for fear that he would regret it, so he quickly reached out and firmly held his cool palm, and couldn't wait to say: "If you don't dare to dislike it, please help me, sir, and I will live in the Taoist temple in the mountains. After the mountain, I will pay you a lot of money!"

As if being amused by his words, the man led him into the fog with steady steps, and still said gently, "I don't lack that A-block."

Ye Jirong was stunned for a moment and followed him stumblingly, "Then what do you want?"

The gentleman who looked like an immortal suddenly sighed in a low voice: "The sea is full of vicissitudes and white clouds, Canggou, how many years have you been standing here at Duyun Mountain?"

Ye Jirong didn't understand why he talked about Duyun Mountain again for no reason, and only said embarrassedly: "I have little knowledge and I don't know."

"I'm just..." The man stopped abruptly in the middle of the sentence, Ye Jirong looked up and realized that they had broken through the endless layers of confusion.

At the end of the fog, the man turned his head, his eyebrows, his fingers, like smoke lingering under the moonlight, turned into sparkling water, shaking into bright light.

"I'm just too lonely."

[The author has something to say: There are probably three or four articles in the past life, and there will not be too many]