I'm the villain's own mother

Chapter 64 Long Years(14)

Su Hu took two steps and turned back. Seeing that Mu Wanwan was still where he was, he turned back.

"Sister Wanwan, what's wrong? Are you afraid of snakes?"

Mu Wanwan bit her lip and said nothing, and it took a while to calm down.

"Let's go."

It's not too boring to be with Su Hu, because Su Hu is a talkative person.

After walking through the long corridor, I still didn't see the shadow of the sword.

Some people couldn't help but complain.

"Why haven't you arrived yet? Is it true or false?"

"Yes, this entrance is not meant to trick me, right?"

"Could it be that the sword furnace of Taiyan Palace is this long corridor? Does it deserve to be called a sword furnace without a sword?"

After listening to what others said, Su Hu turned to look at Mu Wanwan and said, "Sister Wanwan, can we get the sword together later?"

Mu Wanwan thought about the settings of the sword furnace. After entering the sword furnace, everyone saw different things. Some people saw the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, while others saw the yellow sand and the sunset; some saw what was in their minds, and some saw it.

See what you fear.

People are different, so naturally they are all different.

Mu Wanwan spoke slowly: "There are many illusions in the sword furnace. I'm not sure whether we can be together."

Mu Wanwan turned around when she didn't hear Su Hu's movement.

This long corridor was completely dark, and there was no human figure anywhere.

Mu Wanwan knew that others might have entered the illusion now.

She didn't know how to get in, so she could only use the Open Fire Technique to barely illuminate her surroundings.

She walked alone in the cave for a long time, until she reached a point where she thought she had no chance of getting the sword.

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense.

But she didn't feel sad that she couldn't get the sword.

Just because this world shouldn't give her too much.

She just walked like this, not even noticing that the scenery around her had changed.

Until she heard a human voice.

"How can we live in this world today?"

Mu Wanwan looked at the person speaking. He was a Manchu man about thirty years old, dressed as a scholar and with a black mole on the corner of his mouth.

Mu Wanwan wanted to step forward to ask for advice, but she walked straight through the man's shadow.

She stepped back and the man's shadow appeared again.

Sumeru Illusion?

Unlike other illusions, everything in the Sumeru illusion is set, and people who enter it cannot change anything, because everything that is happening has already happened.

Just like a painted picture, those involved in it can only appreciate it but cannot change it.

As she walked, some people lamented how difficult the world was.

She didn't know where the city shrouded in yellow sand was, so she could only keep walking forward.

Along the way, life was devastated, people died of hunger and demons lived forever.

She saw people dying on the roadside, people exchanging children for cannibalism, and demons and ghosts absorbing all the evil spirits and sins in this land wantonly.

But there was nothing she could do.

Along the way, what she saw and heard put her conscience in a frying pan and fried her repeatedly.

But there was nothing she could do.

After walking for who knows how long, she finally saw a city.

Under the pale moonlight, the city was so clean that it was incompatible with everything in this world.

In the silent night, the city was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

It seems as if nothing has ever happened here, this place is like the last piece of peach blossom land.

She walked in, and the road was endless as far as the eye could see. The brightly lit long street looked like a prosperous world. But she had seen the suffering of the people, and when she saw this place again, she felt only endless sadness.

She walked along the long street until she saw the majestic palace.

Extremely luxurious, extremely complex, extremely gorgeous.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but when she was about to lower her head, she saw fireworks in the sky.

All the people in the city cheered and jumped for joy.

Mu Wanwan stepped into the palace.

She walked through the promenade, walked past the waterside pavilion, crossed the garden, and waded across the lake.

Then she saw people sitting on the terrace.

She couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, she could only see the man's green clothes floating in the night sky, and his body leaning on a sword.

Then he picked up the wine jar and took a swig, then fell to the ground.

The sword is still in that position and has not moved.

Then Mu Wanwan heard a somewhat familiar voice coming from the silent night sky.

"Mang Mang, he doesn't like me like this, and he never comes to see me again."

"Mang Mang, do you know? He has been dead for ten years."

No one answered his words, only the night wind carried the sobs of the people, echoing throughout the world.

"Mang Mang, he is really cruel. He never came to me and never fell asleep. If he was still here, I probably wouldn't have made it this far. But if he didn't come to me, I would have to look for him. I want to become

How strong can I make him come back to me?"

The man spoke incoherently and was obviously drunk.

But whether he is drunk in wine or drunk in memories, I am afraid only he knows.

"——Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking and unforgettable. Thousands of miles away from a solitary grave, there is no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we would not know each other, our face will be covered with dust, and our temples will be like frost.

——At night, I suddenly returned home with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without saying anything, but there were only a thousand tears. It was expected that my heart would be broken every year, and on a bright moonlit night, there would be short pines."

The man was humming in tune, and everything was blown away by the wind.

The moonlight shines on this bustling city, but the most supreme person in this city is drunk and lying on the terrace, humming words in memory of his dead wife.

"Mangming, he will not come back."

When the scene changed, Mu Wanwan found herself standing behind that person.

The man sat up at some point, still holding the sword, but this time his back was to Mu Wanwan, and she still couldn't see clearly what he looked like.

"Mang Mang, he is so afraid of the dark and ghosts, so I gathered all his favorite lights and favorite people here. I also specially made those cow-nosed ghost exorcism charms, and even made those bald donkeys

Chanting sutras day and night to remove ghost energy. But he still didn't come back. He must be very disappointed with me. If he doesn't come to see me, I don't dare to see him. I really want to go back to Luoming Mountain to see his body.

, but I don’t dare. I have turned this world into what it is now, how can I dare to see him.”

The young emperor cried out in the dark night.

Mu Wanwan looked at him with a complicated expression.

This man has turned the world into what it is now, yet he still has the nerve to cry for his lover.,

How many people have been separated because of him

Before I could finish thinking about it, the sword that had been stuck there and had not moved for a long time made a buzzing sound.

The man said worriedly: "Mangmang, what's wrong with you?"

The sword suddenly flew out and struck Mu Wanwan.

In this fantasy, nothing responded to her.

Only this sword.

Could it be that this sword named 'Mangmang' is her life sword?

The illusion slowly dissipated, and the black sword 'Mang Mang' stopped in front of Mu Wanwan.

There is no special decoration, just a lotus flower engraved on the hilt.

It seems that they are afraid of grinding their hands, so they specially use it for incisive engraving.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking and unforgettable. Thousands of miles away from a lonely tomb, there is no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly return to my hometown with a deep dream. They are dressing up outside the small Xuan window. They look at each other speechlessly, only a thousand tears can be shed. It is expected that the heartache will be severed every year, and on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

——From "Jiangchengzi·Dreams on the Night of the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yimao" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty

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