Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Chapter 77 Painful Footprints

Without Jing Nian's help, the difficulty of putting on the clothes would have been magnified several times. There is a small pocket on the inside of the sleeve's elbow.

There is only a thin red hair band inside, and the letter reads: We will marry each other to know each other, and we will live together until we grow old.

Memories fade like tides, leaving fragmentary traces in the sand, all the details that I have neglected.

The divine sense that approached me involuntarily on the ice lake, the gaze cast on me who was addicted to lyre fish at the temple fair, the silver whip named "Ji Jing"...

The timeline goes retrograde all the way, going back to a more distant day.

In the sky full of fire, Jing Nian carefully and carefully stitched up the scorched gap on the back of the corpse, his side face was quiet, reflecting a strange red color, I don't know if it was the light of the fire, or the blood-red wedding dress that Miss Jing was wearing.

I stubbornly pestered Jing Nian to prove that I was useful and smart. He smiled without refuting, and said inexplicably that the wedding dress was suitable for me.

That's right, now I not only know the reason why Jing Nian exchanged hair before, but also understand other things.

It turned out that his mind was not difficult to guess at all, the answer was always in front of my eyes, but because of his deformed expression, I was so dull that I couldn't understand it.

Although Delay understood his feelings, what should he do next?

Can machines respond to human love?

I turned around, naturally wanting to ask Jing Nian for advice, but found that he had already retreated to the outer hall.

The ropes on the joints began to tighten, and the puppets stood up one by one. Under the dexterous traction, they started to walk like ordinary people, and I was forced to follow.

The screen of the outer hall has been set up, and the slim figures of the Yanshi are looming behind, and it seems that they are all ready.

As the main servant, Qin Sanchu held the rope to control me, and before returning to his position, he stood in front of the screen and said to Jing Nian: "We originally wanted to follow the old rules and invite the emperor who enjoys the opera to sit on the dragon chair in the outer hall, but now we see Come on, it is difficult for him to get up from the bed, please sit on it, Master Guoshi."

Jing Nian glanced at me, probably still worried, and replied, "Why are you so rigid about formalities? This puppet show is just for you, so I'll just stand aside and watch."

Qin Sanchu nodded, and then read aloud: "Today's show is - Lei Zehuaxu."

It turned out to be about a love story, no wonder the costume is a wedding dress.

Of course, "Lei Ze Hua Xu" is not only a perfect love story, but also a classic myth.

According to legend, in the Daze in the west of Kunlun Mountains, there lived a Lei Ze God with a human head and a dragon body. The saint named Huaxu was envious of her heart, and she painstakingly searched for her location. The hard work paid off. They met in the southeast of Kunlun Mountain. He made his own footprints, hoping that Hua Xu could step on them.In the end, Huaxu stepped on the footsteps and conceived, and the lovers finally got married, and after getting married, Fuxi, the emperor of heaven, was born.

After reviewing it in my mind, I finally noticed the details of the wedding dress, such as the end of the skirt was cut very slender and embroidered with layered scale patterns, representing the dragon's tail, and a shining star hanging in the center of the crown. Huihui's Lei Lingzhu, representing the power of thunder, complements the silver whip wrapped around his wrist, which is really beautiful.

In other words, the role I played should be the bridegroom who married the saint in the story: Lei Zeshen, but because the costumes were prepared for the concubines, they were all women, so they were changed to wedding dresses.

These are the second, and most overlooked, details that I worry about.

Huaxu in the story was created in the image of Nuwa.

I don't know if I was thinking too much, but I always feel that this setting is very similar to the relationship between Jing Nian and No. 3, which gave me an ominous premonition.

The performance was about to start, but there was a cat meowing outside the window suddenly, Qin Sanchu was taken aback, and asked Jing Nian: "Is this the wild cat on the roof that Master Guoshi just mentioned?"

Jing Nian's expression was also stunned for two seconds, because the wild cat was just an excuse he made up.

Before he could answer, the elusive No. 2 broke in again, running towards me with a clear purpose. I instinctively wanted to reach out and hug him, but the rope controlling my body was still tightly held in his hand, so I couldn't move.

However, No. 2 got into my sleeve pocket without any hesitation, took out the porcelain bottle containing the black pill, then jumped to Qin Sanchu, and put the porcelain bottle in her hand.

Qin Sanchu wondered, "What's the matter with this cat?"

Seeing the important pill being snatched by the cat, it was really unexpected and absurd, I couldn't help exclaiming: "What are you doing, No. 2?"

Everyone's eyes immediately focused on a cat, Jing Nian raised his hand to catch it, but his hand passed directly through it.

No. 2 tilted its head, and its eyes emitted a red light similar to that of a camera. In the next second, its whole body emitted a dazzling light, like a pile of concrete data, which disintegrated from the tail and then reassembled into a The Guqin, which has accumulated for a long time, leans on the dragon chair as a stand for watching operas.

The reason why the piano table in the National Teacher Hall is empty has been found.

It seems that the cat didn't appear under Jingnian's window by accident and was adopted by me. Since No. 3 knows the whole story, why is it so difficult to place a surveillance object by my side?

An ominous premonition has been experienced, Qin on the 3rd appears here, which means that Jing Nian who pretends to be him will be exposed at any time.

Qin Sanchu recognized No. 3's Qin and immediately walked towards it.

The untouched strings began to be plucked automatically. In an instant, she fell to her knees uncontrollably, and everyone else was also bounced away by the invisible barrier, unable to touch her.

The sound of the piano is not like a piece of music, it only plays rhythmically according to a certain arrangement.

We all know that the word language is a broad concept. Even a silent gesture of fingers can become a language as long as it is paired with a set of analytical rules. The same is true for Qin.

Therefore, No. 3 is communicating with Qin Sanchu through the sound of the piano.

I don't know what No. 3 ordered. In short, the doubts on Qin Sanchu's face gradually dissipated. She stood up, looked at the porcelain bottle in her hand, and then looked at me. Although I was on guard, I also knew that No. 3 took it away. The porcelain bottle must not be for harming me, because in that case, the elixir inside can be destroyed directly.

However, her eyes only stayed on my face for a moment, she turned directly to Jing Nian, and said, "Master, can you also join in the performance for the sake of our careful preparation?"

Although he still called him the honorific title, there was no respect in his tone.

Jing Nian also knew that she had seen through, so he didn't talk nonsense, and directly pulled out Henwan to confront her.

Unexpectedly, Qin Sanchu showed the porcelain bottle, "If you disagree, I will destroy this pill."

Her voice is cold. "I don't know what you outsiders want to do, but I will never tolerate meddling in the affairs of the Yanshi clan. I advise you not to force yourself, you are indeed capable of killing me, but this is the territory of the three masters. And it’s not that easy to go back.”

At the end, he added, "Especially your little brother."

I hurriedly shouted to Jing Nian. "Don't listen to her, the national teacher will not hurt me."

It stands to reason that Jing Nian has always been smart, so he must be able to understand that this is a trap.

But in fact, Jing Nian hardly hesitated, and agreed: "After the performance, hand over the elixir immediately, or I will definitely kill you."

I was so angry that I scolded him for being stupid, but he said coldly: "I am willing, don't worry about it."

"Huh? Is this the time to get angry?"

Ignore me again.

A few strings hung down, firmly binding his limbs, turning him into a string puppet in front of the stage, controlled by the faceless No. 3.

Qin Sanchu returned to the screen with satisfaction, the main actor returned to his place, and the performance began.

The candle flames were completely blown out by the night wind, and the hall was pitch black except for the faint light on the screen. The colors on it began to flow, divided into upper and lower layers, representing heaven and earth respectively. Mountains, rivers and swamps, the silver dragon tail rises from the foot of the mountain, rolling and stirring between the sky and the earth, with a majestic momentum.

Jing Nian and I appeared on stage at the same time, dancing with our backs, unable to see each other.Even if we glimpsed in the gap of the rotation, the Yanshi behind the screen quickly manipulated other puppets to block us.

Just like what is said in the myth, Lei Zehuaxu lived together on the same mountain, never met each other, and missed each other many times.

The strings fluttered, the lights and shadows changed, and finally, as the sound of the piano stopped, the dance stopped, and Jing Nian and I stood at the two ends of the screen, looking at each other from a distance.

Then, I was dragged and stretched out my right hand, untied the thorns wrapped around my left wrist, and the sharp whip blade full of lightning drew a circle of scorched black scorching marks on my feet.

Next, wait for Jing Nian to walk in.

Finally, the backs were no longer facing each other. Only then did I clearly see that he was different from other puppets on the field. The strings were not tied to the joints, but pierced directly through them. Even the slightest movement would leave bloodstains on the flesh. Worrying.

Why did No. 3 torture Jing Nian so much?Isn't his purpose to take me out of the game?Hurting Jing Nian and taking me away, is there any necessary connection between the two?According to No. 3's meticulous style of action, I don't think it's just for the purpose of declaring sovereignty.

Just as he was thinking, a dazzling thunderbolt was drawn on the screen.

God Lei Ze is guiding Hua Xu.

At the same time, my hand was raised uncontrollably, and I lashed Jing Nian's body heavily, as if opening a crack in the void, and the sharp blade at the end pierced his heart. A small amount of blood froth was brought out, and the old scar was torn apart again, the pain can be imagined.

He is not a bionic robot that can heal itself and has no pain like me, why should he suffer from this?

I yelled to stop the stands where no one was watching the show, but it didn't help. There were still thunder and lightning on the screen, and the torrential rain was raging.

I begged Jing Nian to stop, but he still came slowly with whip marks all over his body, his head bowed, as if he didn't want to be seen by me in distress, his clenched palms trembled slightly.

The spiritual power of knowing the thorns was instilled by him. Who would have thought that what was used to protect me would eventually be whipped by himself.

I decided to resist, and when I swung the whip again, I forcibly stopped my arms in the air, letting the joints make twisting sounds.

A cold system prompt sounded in my mind.

[The program "Pain Sense" has been restored]

In an instant, a strange feeling that had never been felt before rose from the joints, spread throughout the body, and gathered into the chest cavity.It was like swallowing a thousand needles, and like a nuclear bomb exploded in the body, the radiation pulse blasted every circuit, and the bright red electrolyte overflowed from around the bionic lens that collected the image, blurring the world in the eyes.

I only saw a warm face, and the tip of my tongue licked it, with a very light salty taste.

It turned out that it wasn't the electrolyte leaking out, it was just crying.

It seems to be getting worse.

The breathing rate increased, but the nasal cavity was blocked, and I was forced to open my mouth to breathe. If it weren't for the traction rope, I would have been paralyzed on the ground, let alone resisted.

Pain, indeed, is an extremely negative program.

I thought so.

But I deserve it, because my incompetence is the chief culprit who hurt Jing Nian.

Tears poured out like newborn springs, and I simply burst into tears, maybe this way, I can feel better.

I am ultimately selfish.

Time flowed silently, I was tired from crying, and Jing Nian's blood was dragged into a red mark running through the entire hall.

Looking at Jing Nian again, he was already very close to me, but he still didn't raise his head, his hands trembled more violently, and the palms of his palms were cut by nails.

I finally realized that something was wrong with him. At the same time, the performance entered the final stage, that is, Hua Xu stepped into his footsteps under the guidance of Thunder God.

It's just that Hua Xu in the myth is still holy and complete, but Jing Nian in front of the stage is covered with bruises.

I thought I would be free immediately, but Jing Nian was suddenly pulled by the strings and knelt down, stepping into the circle under my feet.

Didn't you mean to step on footprints?

He is kneeling like this, there is no way to step on it.

The rope at the ankle started to exert force, and I raised my foot little by little. The medicine in my body had swelled and heated up to an astonishing degree. From a distance, it seemed that there was a life that was really sleeping and was about to wake up.

In the myth, the soles of the feet stick to the sunken footprints, which is a metaphor about copulation and reproduction.

After being shocked, I suddenly realized that in this puppet show, since everyone's gender was reversed, including me who played Lei Zeshen, why must it be Jing Nian who stepped on his footprints?

Unreasonable everywhere, superimposed, but generate a new harmony.

The guqin, which had been quiet for a long time, began to play "I Don't Know Through Years".

Under the foreshadowing of the music, the back of my foot stretched out towards Jing Nian who was kneeling in front of me.

No, I have already hurt Jing Nian physically, so I can't humiliate him like this again.

I held back the severe pain, stopped my movements, and broke out in cold sweat.

Jing Nian finally raised his head slowly, but the expression on his face was not at all the anger or embarrassment I imagined.

On the contrary, he was panting heavily, with thin sweat on his flushed face, extremely excited, his eyes completely soaked in demonic energy were blurred and dangerous, I just took one look, and couldn't look away anymore.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Brother, you are right."

"You didn't lie to me. I felt it. It resonated from the inside out. There really is such a person who is exactly like me."

Before I could react, Jing Nian ordered again: "Step on me."

"what?"

"Don't hesitate, just like the whip just now, be decisive."

"I do not want……"

"Hurry up, brother."

"I said I don't want it! Don't say it again!"

"The six-hour period for the elixir is approaching, we must get out of trouble immediately." The morning breeze blew in from the window, blowing my hair onto his forehead, and it was stuck to the skin with sweat. He frowned and looked up The hair on the neck was thrown away, and the raised blue veins and Adam's apple agitated with the words.

"Trust me, senior brother, step on it as they wish, and leave the rest to me, nothing will go wrong."