Journey to the West: God-level Gathering Technique

The woman closed her eyes, and a white light flashed in front of her eyes.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" The poor woman trembled, touched the candle by the bed, she twirled it, her hand was full of wax oil.The woman lit the short candle, and the dim yellow light fell on the baby in her arms, and the cries like a cat's meowing continuously stimulated her eardrums.

She couldn't help becoming irritable, touching the pants wet by the child, she couldn't help cursing: "You lose money! Where can I get so many pants for you to change!"

She roughly pulled the bottom of the trousers on the back of the chair, and after taking off the child's trousers, she seemed to be out of breath, and a gust of wind blew her around.

"It's a girl!" said the woman who delivered her.

"Why is it a girl again?" This is what his man said.Her man is a monster. The woman couldn't help laughing when she thought of this. She was cold and mocking. This is what the woman learned later. After giving birth to him, not only the child was a little strange, but even he became strange. stand up.

The child in her arms opened her eyes, babbling, the child's skin was so white and tender under the halo that it glowed softly, those wet black eyes looked at her docilely, and the imprint of a peach blossom on the forehead was pink and tender. .The woman's heart was empty, and she couldn't help but hugged her child tightly.

"Girl," her eyes felt wet and hot, but no tears came down.

When the child fell asleep again, the white walls on all sides suddenly fell silent, and she opened her dry and tired eyes blankly, without any sleepiness.Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a bronze mirror.She was holding this mirror, the surface was dirty, it hadn't been cleaned for a long time, and it was left in the corner and no one cares about it.

At this time, the woman held it up like a long-lost treasure.She gently wiped off the dust with her fingertips, and the sallow face in the bronze mirror showed a bright smile, and those dry eyes seemed to be shining with the light of a girl again.

The wall behind her was reflected in the mirror, gradually turning yellow, the person in the mirror blurred into a youthful face, she trembled her lips, and gently pressed her face against it, the cold touch instantly chilled her , A few tears rolled out of dry eyes for no reason.

That was her teenage time! She pressed the mirror tightly, as if she was close to her youth, sparks suddenly appeared from the ashes in her heart, she closed her eyes, and imagined that she had fallen into the mirror, into her teenage time .

She thought the man left because she couldn't give birth to a child, and the man wanted a son.Unexpectedly, this is all his lies, just because he is tired, human beings are just new things for him to play.The woman smiled and shed a little more tears.

In the end, no one had a good death. The woman found the Taoist priest who collected the demons. He was a practitioner. She led the man back home. In their home, the Taoist priest was hiding there, waiting for the man to come.

The woman hugged their child and watched him disappear under the sword of the Taoist priest, even the last unbelievable eyes disappeared.

The woman felt happy, she laughed, and finally went crazy.The little monster, the half-human and half-demon survived, her sister was accidentally strangled to death by her mother when she was two or three years old, the little monster was still in her infancy, maybe she inherited a little bit of blood from the monster, what happened back then I remember it very clearly.

The woman was sometimes sober and sometimes insane. When she woke up, she looked at the dead body of her eldest daughter and couldn't help crying like crazy.The little monster didn't know what to do, and cried loudly, the little monster

Many things were like this, she didn't want to recall, her mother always raised her as a boy, she had already forgotten the real fact that her father left, and believed that her father just left because a woman couldn't give birth to a son.

The little monster grew up like this, amidst the resentment of his mother day after day, and the ridicule of his companions and neighbors.

Fortunately, his mother was still a little sane and covered up the imprint of peach blossoms on her forehead. Later, when she grew up by herself, the little monster knew how to hide her identity in the world, so she didn't need her mother's help.Later, the mother died, and the little monster left the small courtyard.

Leaving this place that has trapped her for a long time, the moss-scarred terraced green and the black lintel are soaked in old and simple colors.The black-and-green tile-roofed houses are piled up with tiles, and the roof is like the back of a unicorn. There is also a symbolic yard,

It is said to be a yard, but it is not like it. It is only surrounded by one or two vegetable beds, three or four fruit trees, and a shelf made of loofahs. In summer, it is a good place to cool off.

The little monster didn't know why she left that house, but suddenly there were many thoughts in her mind. Their house was backed by Cangshan Mountain, facing the green field, and there was a gurgling stream.

When the spring breeze blew warmth, and my mother was more awake, the little monster could jump over the vegetable bed, run happily, and then shouted: "Go! Go out and play!".

She likes to follow the puppy up the mountain and down the river. At that time, there were no worries. Every day, she went away with the morning sun and returned with the twilight.But when my mother fell ill, she no longer had such long-lasting freedom.

She could only sit on the threshold, which was very old, about knee-high, just right for a little one like herself, and it became slippery with time.

There are also swallows that are indispensable in spring. Their smooth figures come and go in the wind. They are not afraid of people, and they keep flying into the halls of different houses to compare where is the most suitable nest. I can raise my face and see Shuangyan in the hazy drizzle.They are too free, the little monster thought then.

Why is he a Peach Blossom Demon?Why not a swallow demon?How can a tree compare to the freedom of a bird, or don't become a monster at all, just be a normal person, it doesn't matter if she was born in a normal family, she left, left that place.

There is a nest on the beam, the winter is lonely and the spring is noisy, and it goes back and forth for a period of years, and then it migrates. There are no swallows on the beam, and there are no chicks in the nest.

The spring breeze is still precarious, and this is already the fifth year since the little monster came out.She staggered on the narrow mountain road, her wine-stained cheeks were as bright as lotus flowers all over the mountains and plains.

The little monster hugged the empty wine gourd and muttered in a low voice: "It is said that the spring breeze blows the wine sober, why am I getting more and more drunk? The wine from the old land is really a fake!"

Before she finished speaking, there was a strange sound under her feet, and a person appeared suddenly. She couldn't stabilize herself, and slammed into him in a daze. She was drunk and hurt, as if she saw the person in front of her, and she sighed in her heart: Who is there? Disturb my cleanliness!

The peach petals dangled and landed on Jiang Han's eyelashes, and Jiang Han suddenly opened his eyes. ..