little spicy jiao

Chapter 119

Ever since Mo Jiaojiao knew about the changes in Dugu Jiu's sea of ​​consciousness that day, the young man followed the man like a tail, looking at him eagerly, as if worried that if he was not paying attention, Dugu Jiu would enter the consciousness alone. Hai, it's like not taking him with you.

Bie Hejian and Shen Siyuan saw clearly from the side, but they never teased him, they just occasionally made Mo Jiaojiao laugh when he was upset.

Since the young man learned to laugh, he often had a smile on his face, and he looked like a lively and happy cherry pepper.

It's just that for some reason, Mo Jiaojiao has never shown his true form to others since he became an adult.

It took nine days for the group to finally reach the vicinity of the Hidden God Valley.

On this day, Mo Jiaojiao hurriedly jumped out of the carriage after it stopped, stood in front of the carriage and tiptoed into the valley.

Without waiting for anyone else to speak, the boy released his mount Rhubarb, climbed up on it, rode a duckling, and charged towards the entrance of the Valley of the Hidden Gods, followed by an elegant black figure.

Seeing this, Bie Hejian and Shen Siyuan looked at each other in blank dismay, and hurriedly chased after him.

However, everyone was originally excited, but after seeing the present appearance of the formerly glorious Hidden God Valley, they fell silent again.

The entrance of the once glorious and magnificent Yinshen Valley has long been devastated, with broken stones and broken walls everywhere, and only the three words "Yin Shen Valley" written on a huge stone tablet towering into the sky can be vaguely seen.

It is rumored that this stele is called "Wen Tian", which is the name given by the owner of Yinshen Valley when the valley was built, but later, the sky can no longer be asked, and no one mentions the allusions of the stele.

At this time, the eastern part of the mainland was at the time when the autumn wind was bleak.

In front of the dilapidated stele, a young man in a red robe got off the ground and stood beside a big yellow duck as tall as a man. He raised his head and quietly stared at the three characters deeply engraved on the stele, without blinking his eyes.

He just stood there looking at it for a long time, as if he wanted to engrave these three words deeply into his mind again.

And not far from the boy, a tall and straight black figure stood still, his quiet eyes were firmly fixed on the boy, his brows and eyes were cold and solemn.

The wind whizzed past his ears, and when he heard Bie Hejian's call from behind, Mo Jiaojiao blinked slowly and lowered his head.

Just when Shen Siyuan and Bie Hejian came to Chongrong's side, the young man was facing the huge stone tablet...slowly bent down and bowed.

Afterwards, her slender knees slowly bent down, and she knelt straight down on the ground.

The once innocent child in red robe walked out of the deep valley, wandered in the world for many years, tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and finally, 18 years later, he became the thin and beautiful young man in red clothes who is now worshiping the hidden god valley devoutly and quietly. .

As his fair forehead touched the pitch-black ground, the boy kowtowed slowly and stood up.

Then he took three steps forward, knelt down again, and kowtowed deeply.

Fu got up again, took three steps, kowtowed his long head, closed his eyes silently like water, and soaked the scorched ground with hot tears.

From the magic circle at the entrance of the valley, go all the way in, three steps and one kowtow, until you reach the forest of seeking knowledge that was completely burned by the fire.

The forest of seeking knowledge, which was once lush and lush, was huge and could be called the largest forest on the mainland. Now, charred and fallen trees and shrubs can be seen everywhere. Bare, not a trace of greenery can be seen.

Mo Jiaojiao watched all this quietly, his clear and clean eyes swept across the homeland inch by inch, and what was smudged with it was nostalgia and warmth.

He remembered the original appearance of every tree, every stone, and every green grass here, and treasured it in his heart.

However, the mess that is no longer the past is still the hometown in the eyes of the young man.

There is a legend in the demon world that kowtowing to pray for the homeland can bring the dead back to life.

The Forest of Knowledge.

Forget Chuanhe.

Changfeng Plain.

Twilight mountains.

Then, Yongzhou Building, Huaimu Hall, Zhenxie Pavilion, Muchun Garden...

The more you walk, the more your heart sinks.

Walk through the homeland step by step until you reach the extremely familiar Zangshu Pavilion.

Looking around, among the broken walls and ruins, there are still a few bookshelves that are crumbling.

After kowtowing, Mo Jiaojiao stood up, looked at the dilapidated attic that was close at hand, smiled with beautiful peach blossom eyes, but there were crystal tears sliding down her face, and said softly:

"Jiaojiao used to study here. The owner of the valley made Jiaojiao turn into a cherry pepper every day, jumping from the sunset lake to here to go to school."

"At that time, there were many elders here every day, teaching Jiao Jiao to read, and they also liked to quarrel, saying that he was the best speaker, but no one was convinced. They blushed and had thick necks, and their beards were still shaking."

"The elders like to rub Jiao Jiao's head secretly, pull Jiao Jiao's hair, pull Jiao Jiao's hat, put it back on Jiao Jiao, and hide behind to watch Jiao Jiao write and make faces."

"Jiao Jiao's handwriting is always ugly, so the elder couldn't help sighing, and happily praised Jiao Jiao's writing as the most beautiful in the world."

Mo Jiaojiao looked up at the cloudless sky, with tears in his eyes, then lowered his head and grabbed his sleeve to wipe it away, still smiling with two dimples, sweetly said:

"Jiao Jiao is back."

No one answered.

The reply he was expecting did not come.

The two tall figures behind him watched all this silently, but they couldn't disturb the young man in the slightest.

Karmic reincarnation, time changes and the world will change, and it will eventually come to an end.

Mo Jiaojiao stood for a long time before he took out the small handkerchief to wipe his face, turned around holding the handkerchief, and walked to the other side of the valley.

Along the way, the young man looked at the ruins of the Hidden God Valley one by one, and sometimes stopped to say a few words about the memories of the past, but most of the time, he was silent.

The more silent you are, the more you understand that some things were doomed a long time ago.

As if in the dark, the truth is getting closer and closer to the boy, revealing the real sharp edges and corners.

If you want to hug, you must be hurt, but it is the only way to go.

Even with his eyes closed, Mo Jiaojiao could find the place where he was born, a peaceful lake.

The young man looked at the calm lake, and slowly squatted down, looking at the center of the lake with his chin in his hands.

Suddenly, three green cherry peppers appeared in the boy's palm.

He first took out one, pinched it on his fingertips, raised his hand and threw the cherry pepper, right in the center of the lake.

The small and exquisite cherry peppers were submerged in the water, making tiny ripples, soundlessly.

The boy's eyes were filled with anticipation, and he stared intently at the water wave.

However, a stick of incense passed, and there was no movement in the lake.

Mo Jiaojiao lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, patted his chest with soft palms, took a deep breath, and persuaded himself to calm down.

He continued to separate out a cherry pepper, threw it into the lake in the same way, and looked at it without blinking.

Another stick of incense passed by, and the setting sun lake was as quiet and peaceful as ever.

The boy rubbed his knees that were bruised and swollen from kneeling too many times, as well as his forehead that was also bruised, stood up slowly, and spread his palms.

The soft and tender boyish voice sounded slowly by the lake, ethereal and soft.

"When Jiao Jiao was young, he liked to play hide-and-seek with the owner of the valley. The owner of the valley turned into a whale and hid in the sunset lake, but Jiao Jiao was an idiot. He always forgot. He ran to find the owner of the valley elsewhere, and then cried The owner of the valley taught me that in the future, as long as you throw cherry peppers into the center of the lake, he will come out, and there will never be more than three times.”

"He will come out."

The thin boy repeated it so firmly, but it was not for convincing others, but for convincing himself.

He squeezed the last cherry pepper tightly, raised his arm, closed his eyes, and threw it out forcefully, accurately throwing it into the center of the lake.

Then, he stood motionless.

The sun slowly moved from the east to the center, and then gradually slanted west.

The straight back became more and more stiff, and the hands that hung down trembled more and more.

Until the setting sun shines at night, until the sunset on the western mountain, the stars slowly rise.

The red eyes were always closed tightly, unwilling to open.

When the first sound of insects sounded, the boy opened his eyes, looked at the dark and silent lake, and suddenly tried to smile, tears streaming down his face.

"The owner of the valley said, no matter where Jiao Jiao... goes when he grows up, no matter when Jiao Jiao comes back, he will definitely come out to pick me up."

"But he didn't come."

"Jiao Jiao walked a long way from the outside, and when he came here, the owner of the valley didn't show up."

"The owner of the valley said that Jiao Jiao said that I was back, and he would say that Jiao Jiao did a good job, but he didn't say anything."

The boy moved his already stiff steps, turned around and looked at the familiar black figure not far away, and asked in a low voice:

"Jiujiu, the owner of the valley has come back to life, but he will never see Jiao Jiao, right?"

"Elder Huaishu and the others, everyone has a substitute, but Guzhu... is an exception, he... he can never be seen by others without a substitute, right?"

At the end of the boy's speech, he couldn't control his sobs.

He was clearly an adult boy, but he was so helpless that he had to raise his hands to cover his red eyes, and like a child, he raised his head and sobbed softly.

There was no crying, no hoarseness, just hoarse sobbing, the pain was already extreme.

Dugu Jiu looked at the extremely disappointed young man calmly, walked over, leaned over and gently hugged him into his arms, tightened his arms, and hugged him tightly.

The night falls, covering the earth like a silver moonlight veil, silently comforting the collapsed and crying teenager.

Mo Jiaojiao worked hard for a long time and gave everything, so that one day he could reunite with the Yinshengu clan again.

However, now that his relatives are clearly here, he can't see anything.

Thin mournful cries spread far away through the cool air.

In the deep and vast Sunset Lake, the water rippled and faintly trembled.

The blue whale as huge as an island surfaced silently, and the moonlight shone on the dark blue smooth back, reflecting a sharp arc.

The blue and energetic eyes were wide open, looking at the immature and petite figure from a distance, the water was shining.

The powerful and nimble fish tail slapped the water surface violently, and the vigorous figure sank into the lake, then rushed out of the water again, jumped high, and plunged into the deep lake.

After a while, the blue whale surfaced again, looking at the unaware young man in the distance, raised his head and roared in a low voice.