Yuanshin: Kidnapped by Bing Jiaoying at the beginning

Chapter 40 The Wind Spirit and the Boy

"If you're stuck in a windless place."

"I will play the song of heaven."

In the silent Mond field at night, the melodious sound of the piano sounded, and the cheerful tune was mixed with a trace of sadness.

In Old Mond at that time, the city was surrounded by wind walls, and the birds flying in the sky were also difficult to pass through. The fierce wind had no gentle heart at all, and it roared endlessly.

Fortunately, an apple tree seed carried by the young man was watered and germinated by him.

As the day and night passed, the apple tree gradually grew up and turned into a bright red apple, adding a little vitality to this cold world.

The boy thought to himself, let's take it off tomorrow.

However, in a corner, there is also a small figure yearning for this apple.

Sure enough, on the second day, the apple disappeared from the tree for no reason. The boy who found the apple stolen caught a little guy hiding in a dark corner, a little wind elf.

How could such a timid and gentle wind elf be born inside the roaring wind wall?The boy was puzzled.

The wind elf, who was caught by him by his neck and observed, was holding the leftover apple core in his hand, as if he was begging for his forgiveness, trembling and trembling.

This is the first encounter between the wind elf and the boy.

Seeing the leftover apple core, the boy pinched the little face of the wind elf, but he was not angry and just took it home.

The little guy looked very thin and listless, he must have been hungry for a long time, the boy took out the food and handed it to the wind elf.

The wind elf looked at the dazzling array of food in disbelief. It had never seen so much food since its birth.

When the people here saw it, they all hated it, and wished they could drive it away with weapons. It could only hide in the corner and pick up food that others didn't want.

It was so hungry that it stole the boy's apple.

This apple is the most delicious food I have ever eaten since it was born, and it likes it very much.

The young man looked at the gobbling wind elf with his cheeks on his hands, and couldn't help smiling. It seemed that this little wind elf hadn't had a decent meal for a long time.

It is probably hated by the people under the wind wall. Although Mond is the land of the wind, no one likes the wind. For them, the wind only represents destruction.

That's why Little Wind Fairy hid in such a dark corner, and stole his apples because he was so hungry.

Maybe the people under the wind wall will hate the wind, but he will not.

Like he wants to be a bard, he wants to bring soft wind to everyone,

The boy looked at the leftover apple core in his hand, and carefully picked out the seeds bit by bit.

Under such a dark and windy wall, even with the young man taking good care of it, it would be a miracle that the little apple tree could grow an apple.

So these apple seeds are very precious.

Not long after the apples grew, the apple tree withered and lost its vitality. The wind here would only bring destruction.

The young man shook his head, carefully wrapped the apple tree seeds in his hand with paper, and carefully placed them in his arms.

This apple was originally intended to be used to make cider, but it was eaten by the little wind elf, so it will have to wait some time.

The wind spirit seemed to see his mood, lowered his head in self-blame, put down the food in his hand, and approached him with an appearance of pleading guilty.

The boy smiled lightly and patted its head, "I'm not blaming you, I was just thinking about how to make cider that tastes good."

"After all, we don't have many apples here—"

As he spoke, the young man took out the fine wine he had collected, poured out a little, and took a sip with a satisfied look on his face.

The wind spirit was curious, so the young man gave it some, and after that, it also fell in love with the taste of wine.

It's just that they are always reluctant to drink more, because the young man only has such a pot of wine in his hand.

The wind elf was still a little sad, and blamed it for stealing the boy's apple.

Until one day, they happened to meet a strange demon god who recklessly broke into the wind wall.

They were very scared at first, until the Demon God kindly took out a bunch of full wine bottles from his body.

At that time, they finally experienced what it was like to be drunk, so they have known each other ever since.

Until here, Wendy's beautiful singing still has a hint of beauty.

What I sang next cast a shadow over the poem.

At that time, the wind elf was the happiest, and it could drink countless fine wines.

Under this depressing wall of wind, the Wind Spirit, who was cast aside by people, found his own home.

A kind boy and a friendly demon named Maple Leaf.

Good times always pass quickly. When parting, Maple Leaf taught the young man the skills of wine making, and the young man sang the poem they made for Maple Leaf.

Maple Leaf left, the young man comforted the depressed Wind Spirit, and said with a smile.

"It's okay, he promised to come back again."

"And, to tell you in secret, our apple tree seeds have germinated—"

"When the apples bear fruit, I will make you lots and lots of delicious cider."

It loves apples, and it loves cider.

Under the young man's comfort, the wind elf is no longer so sad.

Chapter 41 For me, see the world

In order to live in the city, a boy who has never seen a bird, Wendy the wind spirit collected the feathers of the falcon.

Since then, a war for "freedom" broke out in Mond, and the flames of war spread throughout Mond. People could no longer bear the king's rule and rose up to resist.

Feather hid in Wendy's arms, and together with it, he witnessed the death of the perverse king in the smoke of rebellion.

The king had provided his subjects with a city free from bitter cold, and until the end he thought they loved him as much as he loved them.

It's just the king's will to do his own way, just like the howling wind will not listen to people's demands.

Even with the victory, Wendy failed to give the feather to the boy.

Because the boy died for poetry, blue sky, birds, and people who lived in the wind wall like him in the struggle.

At the moment when the boy was dying, it stayed with the boy in grief.

Clearly agreed, the boy will take it on a trip, to travel all over the Tivat continent, to taste the fine wine brewed by maple leaves himself again.

There was blood on the corner of the boy's mouth, and his breathing was weak, but he managed to pull out a smile, and gently pinched its face.

Just like when we met for the first time, he said, "Are apples delicious? Little guy."

"Hey...haven't let you taste the cider I...made."

"Ahem..." The blood kept overflowing from the corner of the boy's mouth, his breath was almost inaudible, and the wind elf's tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Because it can feel that the life of the young man is like the original apple tree, constantly withering and passing away.

With trembling blood-stained hands, the boy took out the apple tree seeds he had always treasured from his bosom.

His face was stained with blood, and he didn't care about his smile, which was still so bright and beautiful, "Help me plant it in this land...let it take me to see the outside world."

The old god seat collapsed, and a new god was born. The wind elf named Barbatos became the new wind god, and she felt the power flowing from her fingertips.

The first thing she did with this power was to reshape her body with the appearance of a teenager.

——Because only with a human body can you play the harp that the boy loves well.

She flicked the strings, scattered the ice and snow with the kamikaze, and split the mountains.

Let New Mond be the land of the free, a land where no one is king.

In time, it should be a very good and romantic city-state...

"He would also like to live in such a place."

If so, the beginning of "New Mond".

Since then, no one has been on the throne.

Barbatos scattered the apple tree seeds in Mond, which was full of gentle breeze, and a strong apple tree grew.

Born within the wind wall, a boy who has never seen blue sky, falcons and green grass.

At last he saw what he had dreamed of.

You entrusted me with all your poems, but why did you become a poem and was sung by me in the world.

I'm going to be the bard you want to be and pass it on.

Although you only left such a poem, this poem will always be circulated in the hearts of the audience.

Even if I disappear from this world one day in the future, it will not change.

It's just... I will be very sad, because by then, maybe no one will remember that young man who wanted to be free.

Every time I think about it, it makes me sadder than ever.

"Fly, fly."

"Like a bird, see the world for me..."

"Fly to the sky for me."

After the song was over, two tears flowed from the corners of Wendy's eyes.

Now, he has come back.

Wendy put away the qin in her hand, and slowly took out a sprouted seed from her bosom, and the sprout was well preserved by her.

The tender white shoots were still stained with blood.

The time of the seed seems to stand still at the moment when the boy handed it to her.

This is the only seed left by her from the apple core she ate back then, and she planted the others in different places in Mond.

Let him see the now free Mond more clearly.

Under such a gentle breeze, the apple tree should be full of apples now.