Chapter 9 Chapter 8: The Strange Man of Time and Space who Appeared Mysteriously

Sang Yangdi was lying there weakly, his badly injured body had taken away his thinking, but he could clearly see the sudden change. The two people who appeared suddenly approached gradually, bypassed the jade pipa essence that was standing there, and turned a blind eye to it, but the jade lute essence was still standing there, as if it didn't even dare to move. When the two got closer, Sang Yangdi realized that they were two men with special appearances, one tall and strong, one thin, one old and one young, but there was a lot of strange atmosphere that didn't match them.The old man was thin and short, but he supported the tall young man.Upon closer inspection, the old man's expression was dignified. Although the young man had a haggard and sickly face, he had a relaxed expression, with a gentle smile from time to time.

Sang Yangdi took a closer look, and couldn't help but let out a "huh" in his heart, because behind the young man, there was actually a pair of wings waving slowly! The old man and the young man walked up to Sang Yangdi, and the young man coughed lightly. "I'm fine, how about going to see them?" The old man squatted down and first touched Sang Yangdi's wrist, the solemn expression on his face became more serious, and even his brows were wrinkled.Then, as soon as he stretched out his hand to caress the sheep's chest, he let out a loud "huh", picked up the small body of the sheep, and threw him up and down like a sack.

Sang Yangdi was startled, but his body was too weak, so he could only raise his hands with difficulty, trying to shout out, but his throat could only gurgle. Seeing this, the young man walked over tremblingly, put his palm on Sangyangdi's, and smiled gently: "It's okay, he's just helping that child to disperse the evil poison, and it will be cured later, understand?" ?do not worry." There seemed to be a warm heat flowing from his palm, like a source of life. Although Sangyangdi was still weak, he could already speak weakly. "Please...please..." he said with difficulty, "please call your friend...don't insult my son's body, he...his life is already very miserable..."

The young man didn't answer any more, just watched the old man throwing the sheep, his face seemed to be thinking about some difficult problem. After tossing it for a while, the old man shouted again, and then hugged the sheep in his arms, but his face was already dripping with sweat, as if he had exhausted his strength. "Can it be cured?" The young man smiled and asked quietly. "He..." The old man pointed at Sang Yangdi and shook his head: "The heart pulse has been broken, and the heart muscle is severely disabled. I can't cure it." Sang Yangdi knew that he was hopeless, and he was not surprised when he heard the old man say that, but what the young man said next made him hopeless.

"I know," the young man laughed, "I mean the kid." "The words of this little boy..." The old man pondered: "However, Mr. Di, you old man..." The young man called "Master Di" by the old man seems to be too young to be his grandson, but now the old man calls him "Old Man". There is indeed an intriguing atmosphere between the two . But Sang Yangdi would not notice such details, he only heard that "Master Di" seemed to be able to save the sheep, and at this time, he felt a force coming from nowhere in his body, and he pressed heavily. Taking a breath, he sat up slowly.

The young man "Master Di" quickly came over to help him, but he himself was very weak. With the help, the two fell almost at the same time. The old man had a cold face, but his movements were extremely fast, and he pulled them away with one hand. return. Sangyang Di's eyes were pleading, hoping that this "Master Di" could save his sheep. "Master Di" understood, and quickly smiled gently: "I will save him, I will save him." Although his tone was gentle, he revealed a firm demeanor, "Don't say that you love him so much. Heavy, even if you are just passers-by, I will save you well."

The old man on the side couldn't help being shocked when he heard the words, and said repeatedly: "No! How can you save the child with your body in this state? You know, if you save him, you, you, you..." "Master Di" laughed. "No loss, no loss, you have been with me for so long, why are you still so hard to see it? Didn't I save you in the same way back then?" "But..." the old man "Wu Kui" was at a loss for words, but he still murmured: "...but you were not..." "Life is alive, and one day it will turn into dust. Although I am a little strange, I can't help but have to go through this experience." Di Shi said heartily: "Whether high or low, rich or poor, the young are always more important than the old." , the living are always more important than the dead, I want you to always remember this, you know?"

The old man Wu Kui didn't say anything to stop him anymore, he just lowered his head slightly and stood by. Sang Yangdi showed gratitude in his eyes, and watched Di Shi slowly approaching Yang'er intently. Then, Master Di stretched out his left hand, his left hand was also very different from ordinary people, it was half bigger than his right hand, the color was gray, and there were scale-like horn-like lines on the surface. Seeing that Di Shiwei was concentrating, he ran across his right wrist with the sharp nails of his left hand, and a deep wound with visible bone appeared immediately.Although the wound was extremely deep, there was no blood gushing out. Sang Yangdi knew that there were big blood vessels in his hand. If there was a wound, blood would spurt out like a fountain.However, at this moment, Master Di is like a doll, and there is not a single blood bead in his body.

Sang Yangdi stared dumbfounded at the deeply wounded wrist, and after a long time, she gently secreted a transparent liquid, which dripped on Yang'er's lips. The old man Wu Kui seemed to have lost his most beloved treasure. At this moment, he stomped his feet angrily, as if he had seen something that was most impossible to recover. After the transparent liquid leaked out, Master Di couldn't hold on any longer, fell over and almost fell to the ground, the old man Wu Kui hurried over to help him, he smiled weakly, indicating that there was nothing serious about him. "You..." Master Di turned his head and smiled at Sangyangdi: "...your son is fine..."

Sang Yangdi felt that the feeling that the consciousness was about to leave his body was getting stronger and stronger, but he still had something to do, so he could only look at Master Di and the old man pleadingly.And he was also surprised to find that Di Shi seemed to have aged decades for no reason, with a haggard look on his face. It seems that the old man has nothing to lose by not allowing Master Di to heal the sheep. It turns out that such a healing process will cause Master Di to suffer great damage. Master Di looked into his eyes and knew what was on his mind, so he nodded slowly.

"You want me to take good care of your son, don't you? I can't heal your injury, but I can still do this. Well, Wu Kui and I promise you." "Master Di... Master Di's great kindness, Sang Yangdi... I can't repay you in this life, I only hope that my son can serve you forever..." "Where is it?" Di Shi smiled weakly: "Do you have anything else to explain?" Sang Yangdi only felt that everything in front of him had gradually faded, and he couldn't even tie his thoughts to his body. His mind was in chaos, but he blurted out and asked an abrupt question. "But I don't know... Where did Master Di come from... Immortal... Immortal..." Hearing his words, Master Di was slightly taken aback, then turned his head to look at the old man Wukui, and then sighed leisurely: "I don't really remember what happened so long ago..." His thoughts seemed to have returned to that old man. A distant world before time and space, "Sometimes I almost forget my name, but now I kind of remember it..." He paused, as if recalling some long-forgotten past. "Me! My name is Di Menghun." But this name has no meaning to Sangyangdi, even if he is still alive, the word "Di Menghun" has no meaning to him.What's more, Sangyangdi has closed his eyes at this time, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he has already lost his breath. That master Di sighed quietly. Life is alive, like morning dew... Once it is light, once it turns into dust, the tide rises and the tide rises, the origin and the end... As Di Menghun sang, the old man found a place nearby, buried Sang Yangdi's body, and erected a simple tombstone on it. After singing for a while, the little Tong Yang'er snorted and began to breathe slowly again.Moreover, the blackness on his face has also faded away, and his original rosiness has gradually returned. "This child has an extraordinary face, but his life has been full of calamities..." Di Menghun sighed and said, "Since I have promised his father, I must take good care of him. If there is no loss, then bring him back to us!" The old man bowed Wukui and said, "Yes." Seeing the old man carrying the little boy on his back, Di Menghun suddenly remembered something and let out a "Huh". "I don't know the name of this little boy? His father has passed away, so I don't know their names." "When I buried that man just now, I saw the word 'Sang Yang Di' embroidered on that man's belt." "That's why he's called Sangyangdi..." Di Menghun pondered, "Then this little boy is also named Sangyangluo..." "It's just that I don't know his name. I turned over Sang Yangdi's body, but I didn't see any writing." "Since he's following us, let's give him a name," Di Menghun said with a smile, "No loss, you can give him a name." "I've seen this child's face. He has no soil and no gold. Also, his palmistry is just like what Master Di said. He has been alone and suffering all his life, and true love is rare. Although he has extraordinary talents, he looks lonely. Therefore, if you want to talk Opposite each other, an ominous name would be more suitable for him." "Okay! You can give him a name accordingly!" The old man Wu Kui closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then opened them. "This son lost his mother when he was young, and now he has lost his father. If he stays with us, he may live underground for a long time in this life, and he is destined to never have any more joy and laughter." He said coldly, "I will help him name it." Wu Huan' it!" "No joy, no joy..." Di Menghun muttered a few times, with a happy expression on his face, "Sangyang Wuhuan, Sangyang Wuhuan, a good name, really a good name!" "This name, according to Master Di's teaching method, the three elements of heaven, earth and man may not be the best, but it can reveal his good nature," said the old man Wukui, "Although I don't know this child's original destiny, I know that he The main force is to conquer relatives, and if his ability is very strong, if there is someone in his relatives who died unexpectedly, if he has a heavy heart of hatred, he will often easily compete with others and win, not only harming others, but also harming himself." "So, you chose this name for him, so that he is magnanimous in nature and not good at holding grudges..." Di Menghun smiled and said, "Very good, I have taught you for so many years, and I see that my days are numbered. , you can have such an idea of ​​neither complaining nor hating, neither grudge nor seeking, it is not in vain that I have taught you for so many years." The old man walked over, carrying the little boy "Sang Yang Wu Huan" on his back, while supporting Di Menghun, the figures of the three gradually disappeared into the moonlight. And Di Menghun's clear voice was also carried leisurely in the wind. "This child is our remaining hope..." He said as if dreaming, "Otherwise...Kunlun...Kunlun..." In the end, his voice was even more low and inaudible, but that voice gradually drifted away with the evening wind. At this time, he would always call out a person's name, and he had been with him for decades. Although he never knew the meaning of this name, he was already very familiar with it. The name Di Menghun kept saying was: "Yao Sheng...Yao Sheng..." The night is low, and the night wind is drunk. The night wind blows through the forest, the night wind blows through the plains. The night wind also blew through the woman's sleeves. A gust of light evening wind blows, blowing Yao Sheng's white clothes, flowing in the dark like a dream fairy.For a moment, she seemed to hear a familiar voice from Night Breeze, but that voice quietly called her name. She turned her head expectantly, but of course she could only see the desolation of the night.The person who can call her name is likely to be sleeping underground at this moment, so to say that he heard his voice, wouldn't it be an extremely boring idea? But, why did the voice in the soft night wind sound so much like the soul of Di Meng that she longed for and dreamed of? It was late at night.