I will bury the gods

Chapter 272 Nine Tails
In the Holy Soil Palace, Goddess Zan Pei woke up from her dream. She clutched her forehead and stared at the dark Sin Ring Excalibur next to her pillow, unconsciously thinking of her sister.

On the day my younger sister was born, all the prominent people in the family gathered outside the delivery room, looking serious and silent. She stood beside her father, and when she looked up, she could see the sweat dripping from his rigid face.

It was as if a heavy rain was coming, in the cloudy and oppressive environment, the mother's painful groans came out through the door, and her heart was squeezed even tighter.

After an unknown amount of time, there was finally a baby crying from behind the door.

"It's a girl."

When the baby was brought out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, including her.

"I hope she can inherit the sacred blood of the fox ancestor." The father looked at the little sister who was still a baby, his eyes were full of joy and expectation, but there was no family affection, just like looking at a vessel.

"What if she can't do it?" Someone asked in a low voice.

"Then regenerate." The joy and expectation in the father's eyes also faded away.

Everyone gathered over to applaud the Si family for having another younger sister. At that time, she was standing there numbly, being pushed around by the crowd, and her body was about to fall apart.No one cared about her, everyone's congratulations and congratulations, she crossed her fingers, closed her eyes, and offered her only sincere blessing to her sister.

On the day my sister was born, another slender rhizome emerged from the root of the red lotus in the family holy pond, which twisted upwards like a vine, and a small flower bud bloomed.

Others say it's a good sign.

"The elder sister is called Si Muyan, and the younger sister is called Si Muxue." Father said.

So her younger sister was called Si Muxue.

Si Muxue was almost brought up by her.

She always felt that her younger sister was the cutest little girl in the world. When she was a child, she was carved out of jade, like an elf emerging from the jade. Her dark red hair was soft and soft, and she was extremely cute. Ruannuo is unusual, she has been very kind since she was a child, and knows etiquette very well, whether it is relatives and friends or servants and actors, she treats everyone kindly, and will not make a difference because of their origin.

And every time he saw such a younger sister, Si Muyan felt like a knife was twisting his heart.

Because she clearly knows that all the beauty and innocence will be smashed to pieces in the near future. My sister is a drop of pure water, but it is destined to drop into the mud.This process will be very long, and she will have to witness it all happen.

"Why do we have to wear the same hemp clothes every day? Why can uncles and aunts dress so nicely?" Sometimes Si Muxue was confused.

At that time, they didn't have nice clothes to wear, and they wore the simplest white linen clothes every day. In a big family like theirs, even the servants who sweep the floor would not wear such simple clothes.

"Because we are all future saints." Si Muyan said.

"Saint? Why does the saint wear clothes like this?" Si Muxue asked.

"Simple, kind, beautiful, and powerful, this is what mortals imagine for a saint. No matter how rich our family is, no matter how rich our people are, as saints, we must be simple. 'If a saint is like this, mortals should be willing to be poor' , This is the imagination we gave them." Si Muyan said in an extremely cold voice.

Si Muxue didn't know if she understood, she just nodded and stared at the family's tall buildings in a daze.

At night, she took out her plain sackcloth, stole ink pens and painted on it. Si Muyan looked at her drawing and praised how cute the fat mouse was, but her younger sister felt wronged and said that it was a big bear.

Since that day, my younger sister has been keen on drawing on clothes, and bears are the most drawn ones. I don’t know if it’s because of the material of the sackcloth, or because she really doesn’t have the talent to draw. cute.

Later, these clothes were burned by the angry mother, and the mother severely reprimanded her sister, telling her that these paintings are children's play, and she must be serious as a saint.

Her cubs died with her childhood.

After this incident, the mother snatched her younger sister away from her. The mother said that she was not a qualified older sister. She protected her sister too well and did not let her know the cruelty of the world.

One month later, she was locked up in the room of reflection.

Later in the chat with her sister, she realized how many things happened in this month...

During this month, my mother took her with me every day. My mother has strict etiquette. When eating, the whole family must be present before they can use the chopsticks. As long as one person is not present, the dishes will be cold She also has to wait, she does not allow her younger sister to be kind to her servants, and if any servant dares to accept her kindness, she will punish her twice.

From then on, the servants avoided this kind little master. She didn't understand why it happened when she was young. She felt that she had done something wrong, so she felt sad.

After that, she encountered many strange things.

For example, after watching an opera, she praised the singer's beauty. That night, when she walked through the thatched cottage, she would meet the actor doing mediocre things in the thatched cottage. On the street, she saw a young man upstairs. Compose poems, praise him for being suave, and soon she will hear the rumors of this son abandoning his wife and son. She sees a couple in harmony, praises their love, and soon she will see a man sitting on a step He was smoking a dry cigarette with a sad face in front of him, and there was a fierce sound from the room behind him.

What did she understand, she couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward to question, the man only said that she did it voluntarily, the family couldn't open the pot, and the child was going to starve to death.

Si Muxue stood there, tears streaming down her face.

The world has changed in her eyes. The backside of light must be dark, and the backside of beauty must be ugly. Mother patted her on the shoulder, pointed to the two roosters and said, look, this is life, Si Muxue Looking at the fierce rooster with colorful feathers, watching them fight to the death, she said softly, "But we are human", and the crowd burst into applause. They applauded the rooster's fight and counterattack, and her weak and inaudible voice was instantly drowned out .

After that, the world in Si Muxue's eyes fell apart, she kept her mouth shut, and she no longer praised anything. She was the most qualified little saint in the eyes of the world. Seeing her like this, her mother showed a gratified smile.

In the eyes of others, this smile is full of maternal brilliance, but only Si Muxue feels cold and cruel.

After that, she never painted on the clothes again, but only occasionally, she still had dreams, and she would tell her sister when she had dreams.

"I dreamed of a piece of snow, boundless snow and icebergs, and bears lived there, and they were white." Si Muxue described her dream, showing a pure smile.

Si Muyan listened quietly, she really wanted to protect her sister's smile, but she couldn't do anything.

She knew from a very young age that the family is an abyss, which drags them down, and growing up is a downfall for them.

At the age of seven, Si Muxue successfully contained the blood of the god fox, and the whole family celebrated with joy.

Only Si Muxue was not happy. For the next month, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. She hugged her knees and shivered all day long. She still couldn't forget the corpses all over the floor in the dungeon. At the end of the bloody road is enshrined the huge dead bone of the fox. It is dressed in colorful clothes. It is the ancestor of the fox respected by the people, but it is also a vicious devil in her eyes.

A month later, Si Muxue regained her composure.

"I know, those people are all invited by my mother. My mother wants me to see the ugliness of the world and break my shell. I know there are many such things, but... not everyone is like this, yes Is it?"

Seven-year-old Si Muxue hugged the quilt, and tremblingly said in a very light voice: "Fox Zu is unparalleled, enchanting the world, breaking the kingdom for a hundred years, drinking the smoke of the world, one day, I will become a demon god like Hu Zu, yes Is it?"

When Si Muxue said this, she turned around holding the quilt, grabbed her sister's shoulders, and asked in tears, "If I really become that kind of person, then am I the fox ancestor or Si Muxue?"

Si Muyan didn't speak, she looked at her tears and felt pity.

Si Muxue didn't get an answer from her sister, but she gave herself an answer. She rubbed the kindness and innocence of her childhood deep in her heart and carefully hid it. If one day, she was swallowed by the blood of the fox, then She hoped that this twilight could wake her up.

Many years later, when Si Muxue recalled this incident, she only found it ridiculous. She said that since she chose to accept the blood of the gods, it was equivalent to abandoning herself. This fragile hope was nothing but self-deceiving comfort. Those who don't sell their bodies are just as pathetic and ridiculous.

After that, Si Muxue became a qualified saint in the eyes of her mother.

Mother touched her head, smiled and praised her for growing up.

She was only seven years old this year, and she grew up so fast that she hadn't had time to embrace her childhood well.

Afterwards, fate got on the right track. Both she and her younger sister grew up to be outstanding people, beautiful and powerful, decisive in killing and killing. They looked alike so much that even their parents often admitted their mistakes.

The entangled red lotus in the holy pool is getting better and better, and it will not wither for a hundred years.

The family that was gradually declining prospered again because of the two gods.

Hundreds of years ago, she was polluted while slaying demons in the seaside devil cave, and her hard-trained eyes were corrupted. She fell to the bottom of the abyss and was locked in a cage for decades before being released.

Si Muxue took her place.

When handing the Sin Jie Excalibur to her, Si Muyan said seriously: "From the moment you take over the sword, you will no longer be a slave, and you are not the master of the Excalibur, but its vassal. Your innocence and kindness , Evil darkness has no meaning in front of it, it will distort you, smash you, replace you, do you really want to accept it?"

"I accept." Si Muxue didn't even think about it.

During the ten years in prison, as long as she closed her eyes, she would dream of another world.

There is no real energy in that world, where there are green mountains and green waters, blue sky and sea, and countless birds and animals. In the dream, she is a small village girl in the water town of Jiangnan. She grew up with the children in the same village, fishing and farming. Marriage and childbirth, relatives die, parents grow old... After waking up from the dream, she is still surrounded by a cage, dark and dark.

In the world of dreams, she had heard the story of Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly. This story made her feel terrified. The illusion and reality were confused. Is she a village girl or Si Muyan... For a long time, she couldn't tell the difference True or false, dare not fall asleep, dare not wake up.

When her sister came to visit her, she told her about this experience.

"It would be great if there really was such a world." Si Muyan said.

"If it really exists, I'll take my sister to see it even in the remotest corners of the world." Si Muxue said.

"No, I have been polluted by evil gods, lost my sanctity, and become an unforgivable sinner. If such a world really exists, please see it for me."

"But……"

"You saw it, and I saw it." Si Muyan said, gouged out his bloody eyes, and handed them to her.

In the dark cell, Si Muxue knelt on the ground, holding her sister's bloody eyes with both hands, and nodded in agreement.

After that, she no longer questioned whether the dreams and reality were true or false. She asked her sister to bring a lot of sleeping pills, and she chose to indulge in dreams.

Ten years later, the great doctor of the Holy Land Temple cured her. The great doctor said that she was cured and could be released from prison. She stood in the cell, looked at the sunshine outside, and cried loudly.

She never dreamed of the small fishing village again.

She changed back to her gentle and peaceful appearance, went to Patriarch Mountain, became a small sect master, and took pills regularly to maintain her mental stability.

Even so, many midnights, she would still dream of that little village girl, who grabbed her skirt and asked her why she wanted to kill herself.

Si Muyan was speechless, and always burst into tears when he woke up.

Many years passed.

There were so many trivial things that happened, she was too lazy to recall.

She only remembered that on a snowy night 16 years ago, Si Muxue came to Patriarch Mountain voluntarily in a black robe and met her.

She looked at the sword of crime ring on Si Muxue's waist, as if she saw herself many years ago.

"You haven't come to see me for a long time." Si Muyan smiled miserably.

"Sister, do you still remember the dream you had in prison?" Si Muxue said straight to the point: "I want to hear more."

"At that time, I was backlashed by the sword of sin ring, and I was already insane. It was a madman's dream. It was absurd and bizarre. What's so good about it?" Si Muyan smiled lightly.

"That world might really exist." Si Muxue said.

"What did you say?" Si Muyan was stunned.

"That world really exists." Si Muxue repeated, saying: "That world is on the other side. It is a clean world, just like my sister's dream, but... it is now polluted."

"Someone opened the door to that world, and true energy invaded in. That world was destroyed, not only destroyed, but also became a breeding ground for demons. Demons are slowly growing and growing in that world. One day, the original A clean world will also become dirty and decayed, and at the same time, the demons from outside the realm it nourishes will descend from the other side and destroy our world."

"This is not alarmist talk, sister, I need your help."

Si Muxue held her hand and said.

Si Muyan was stunned for a long time, and finally asked: "Who told you this?"

In fact, when this question was asked, Si Muyan already had the answer - Si Muxue is now the Goddess of Admiration and the master of the Sword of Sin, and the only one who is truly superior to her is...

"I got the oracle." Si Muxue said.

……

Outside Chang'an City, on the broken ground, Si Muxue was lying quietly, the remnants of lightning flowing through her skin like water, lingering between her long dark red hair, forming an arc of light, she panted softly, and the coat painted with a little bear Ups and downs.

The outer dress was very long, just past her hips, her slender legs were completely exposed, her shoes and socks were burned by lightning, and her jade-like skin was delicate and smooth.

Lin Shouxi has seen many times to admire the goddess.

When we first met, she pretended to be a maid, with a smile on her face, always praising him and Mu Shijing seamlessly, giving people a sense of gentleness.

Afterwards, she turned into a terrifying demon, and her original gentle smile became cold and cruel.

Later, she suffered repeated setbacks, stopped laughing, and became more like a real female devil, indifferent, crazy, and complaining.

But no matter which one it was, he couldn't associate her with this bear-painted underwear. At this moment, she was lying on the ground in such a dress, more like a sleeping young girl with beautiful curves.

Of course, no matter what kind of person Si Muxue is, first of all, she is an enemy, an enemy that must be killed.

When the Ninth Tail was born, the astonishment was only momentary, he quickly pulled out of Zhan Gong, held the sword in his dark hand, and stabbed at her heart.

The moment the sword fell, Si Muxue opened her eyes.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed Zhan Gongjian directly.

When she was in a coma before, her consciousness was captured by the blood of the gods, and there, she met the fox ancestor.

Fox ancestor was a timid and fearful fox when he was a child. When he was hungry, he went to the village to steal chickens, but he did not dare to bite the fierce roosters and hens. Instead, he was surrounded by them. The old farmer came to the chicken coop. He grabbed it by the back of the neck and picked it up. It thought it was dead, but the old farmer said: It's a spirit fox.

Later it found out that this old farmer was not an ordinary person. He used to be a minister. Because he was dissatisfied with the cruel rule of the king, he escaped from his shell and feigned death to live in seclusion. In these years, the king's rule has become more and more brutal.

"Cultivate hard and become a master as soon as possible. What you have to do is not only to confuse the king, but to kill this entire corrupt kingdom." The old farmer said to it.

Afterwards, the old farmer taught it how to read, read to it every day, and taught it piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The little red fox gradually became enlightened and became the most cultured animal in the village.

It is extremely rare for a beast to become a spirit before the revival of true qi, but it is by no means impossible, but the process is much longer than it is now.

The old farmer died of illness five years later, and before he died, the villagers helped him organize the funeral. The little red fox wanted to keep a filial piety for the old man, but that night, the villagers brought torches and nets to throw it kill.

Before the old farmer died, he entrusted the villagers to help take care of the fox, but the rumors came from somewhere. Some people said that it was a monster that became a spirit, confused the old farmer, and sucked him dry, so that the originally hale and hearty farmer died like this up.

The chickens that besieged it back then helped it, and it escaped from the village amidst the chaos, and all the chickens that helped it were spared, and all became food on the table.

It has not forgotten its promise to the old farmers and practiced unswervingly.

It seems that the old farmer overestimated its aptitude. It survived three emperors and failed to cultivate successfully.

But it is still persisting, because each of the three emperors is more extravagant and cruel than the other. In addition to years of disasters, countless people die of freezing and starving every year. As a fox with a heart for the common people, it cannot ignore all these.

Later, it met an old man fishing on the bank of the Wei River, and the old man enlightened it. Three years later, it manifested itself as a human being, unparalleled in the world.

She went to the palace.

The whole world is ignited, and princes from all over the world come to court. The last dynasty, which was already crumbling, exhausted its last trace of luck, and collapsed in her magnificent singing and dancing. She is the most amazing stroke in these dark years.

The world said that she was the source of all disasters, and the one who wanted to execute her was the old man who enlightened her back then.

Just like the old farmer back then, she escaped her shell, feigned death and lived in seclusion. Before she found the way to another world, she wandered around the world like a lonely ghost. She completed her mission, and her life seemed to have lost its meaning, and she only owed one death.

Later, she returned to the village of that year.

The village has long been deserted during the war and chaos. The farmhouses were dilapidated and the chicken coops were moldy and smelly. They became a paradise for poisonous insects. She opened the door tremblingly, and the dust fell down.

She sat down in this farmhouse and stayed in a daze for a long time.

Suddenly, the door moved.

She thought it was the old farmer who came back, subconsciously got up to meet him.

But there was no one outside the door.

It's just a gust of wind that blows and never comes back.

……

Si Muxue witnessed all this.

At a certain moment, something that had been buried in her heart for a long time was opened. Apart from indifference, violence, and charm, her cherished childhood memories took root and sprouted, growing crazily, perfectly compatible with the blood of the gods.

The ninth tail, which she couldn't get after a hundred years of hard work, stretched out from her buttocks. It was different from the fiery red of the other eight tails. It was as white as snow and as soft as clouds.

She held the stabbing Zhan Gong sword and stood up.

Si Muxue's opened eyes were extremely clear, there was no bone-piercing frost, no flames, only peace.

The cloak of hypocrisy and cruelty faded away, and the moment she became a nine-tailed fox, she achieved her true self.

Si Muxue's slender fingers were like a cage, firmly imprisoning Zhan Gong's sharp edge.

She looks up to the sky.

Outside Chang'an City, snow fell.

This is the second snow this year.

She ignored the shocked gazes of the people around her, just stared at the sky stupidly, and after a few breaths, she showed a smile that turned all living beings upside down.

"I'm back," she said.

Nine tails fluttering in the wind.

(End of this chapter)