Wind and rain

Lunch is three dishes and one soup.Although Juying Mountain is empty, fortunately the back garden has not been abandoned, and some seasonal vegetables have been planted.Baili Dengfeng picked a few handfuls, lit a fire and cooked them. After a while, the aroma of the food wafted out.A blue-haired child came by the door, with half of his head exposed, holding the door frame and looking in.

"Yuzhen, are you hungry?" Baili Dengfeng turned around and asked as he heated up the fire.

"No...not hungry." Shan Yu was really taken aback. This person obviously didn't see him, why did he seem to have eyes behind him?

"The meal will be ready soon, you go and ask brother Shan to come out." Baili Dengfeng scooped up a spoonful of broth before he wanted to taste it, then put it down again, took a bowl and filled it with soup, the saltiness was just right.

Shan Yuzhen raised one foot, put it down again in a flash, hesitated for a moment, and muttered: "Brother, he has been meditating in the room, his injury...is it serious?"

Baili Dengfeng approached, lowered his body, and reached out to stroke the child's round hair: "Don't worry, with your brother Dengfeng here, your brother will be fine."

The child blushed, pinched the hem of his clothes with both hands, turned and ran away.

eat.

Baili Dengfeng sat opposite Shan Yutong, with a child in the middle, his cheeks were bulging from eating, and he admired this elder brother Baili whom he had only known for a few days.His martial arts are as good as his brother's, but he can cook better than his brother, and he can even touch his own head. I really hope he can stay and cook for himself forever!But my brother doesn't seem to like him very much, he only likes to drink the soup he makes.Brother Baili must work hard to make the soup well, just like Yuzhen must practice his skills well, so that brother will like him as much as Yuzhen.

Shan Yutong picked up a piece of chopsticks rice, which was sticky and soft in the mouth, and the vegetable soup was also delicious.Although a meal is not a little meaty, it just makes people move their index fingers.He has always been obsessed with cleanliness, except for his younger brother, he seldom eats with others, but at this moment, there is his special bowl and chopsticks in front of him, the rice in the bowl is crystal clear and plump, and the soup is served alone, so he couldn't bear to leave the table.Bai Li Dengfeng is so careful, if he is not a hero, he can be a cook.

That night.

The full moon is fading.Bai Li Dengfeng was lying on his back on the roof, using his arms as a pillow, dangling a grass stalk in his mouth.The moon was still a full silver plate last night, but today it showed signs of decline and became less symmetrical.The moonlight is still bright and clean, illuminating the leaves, sand and stones.He raised one foot, and the night breeze in late spring was like a lover's touch, cool but not cold, warm but not dry, as if it was mixed with the whispers of herbs, the fragrance of flowers and trees, blowing every now and then, teaching people to get drunk before drinking .Suddenly I heard the sound of a flute, a deep and quiet swallow, curling up endlessly.Baili Dengfeng followed the prestige, and saw a man sitting under the peach blossom tree with a flute, his back to him, showing half of his face.The flute is very strange, the mouthpiece is blue, just like that person's hair; when it goes down, it gradually turns white, neither bamboo nor jade, I don't know what kind of material it is.In the sound of the flute, there seems to be the bottom of the flower, the spring flowing under the ice, whimpering and sobbing, if it is illusory.Perhaps because of the instrument itself, there is no discontinuity at the high and low turning points, but the low and low turns are tactful.The peach blossom tree was in full bloom a few days ago, although the Spring Festival Gala on the mountain, now it has lost its will, the petals are falling, many of them are stained with the man's clothes and hair, and they are blown up by the wind, like red snow.Baili Dengfeng saw the man with blue pipes and vermilion lips, breathed out and pressed his fingers, immersed himself in it, completely unaware.He has never heard this song before, and he knows that although it is not as good as Xiao Shao's [-]%, it also makes people forget himself.Luo Hua, Night Breeze, and Moonlight, if any of them were missing, Xiao Yin would lose a lot of color.

The song is over.

Shan Yutong put the flute on his knees, raised his eyes and saw that there was someone beside him at some point, he was startled, and subconsciously clenched the flute with his right hand.He didn't wear gloves, revealing his fair and delicate hands with slender knuckles.Holding the flute in his palm at this moment, he does not look like a warrior, but like a literati.

"Baili Shaoxia also likes to listen to the flute?"

"Bringing the flute under the flowers, Brother Shan is very elegant. If I don't attach myself to this elegance, wouldn't it be a disappointment to such a good night?" Bai Li Dengfeng smiled leisurely, "Brother Shan is so versatile. Compared with Brother Shan, this rough man is like Rubbles and pearls, weeds and fairy flowers, they are really worthless."

He thought that the person would not answer these teasing words as usual, but Shan Yutong was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "When I was young, my breath was very shallow, and my master gave me a 'white feather flute' to help me expand my sea of ​​energy." .

His eyes looked towards a certain direction in the void, whether he was looking at the falling flowers or the moon, "Later, when Xuanshuang saw me playing the flute, she begged Master to give her the Xuanrong flute. Yes, it can also be invisible, confusing people's minds.

"However, at that time I classified this technique as heresy, so I didn't further study it. Xuanshuang has learned it."

Shan Yutong sat on the rock, the moonlight fell on him like a thin layer of snow.Baili Dengfeng stared blankly, he couldn't bear to open his mouth to break the scene, but also hoped that this moment would pass slowly.

"'Xuanrong Baiyu, the same pronunciation as Baishou'. The world only knows that these two flutes can sense each other, but they don't know that there is another meaning of this word. These two flutes will not be broken."

Bai Li Dengfeng showed doubts on his face, but he heard Shan Yutong say: "They will only break. Once they are broken into two pieces, they will start to break into pieces from the broken place, without turning around.

"If one is broken, the color of the other will fade with it. This is the so-called 'white head'."

His eyes were half closed, as if intoxicated by the night, and as if he was meditating on the past.The night wind blows gently, messing up his long hair.Baili Dengfeng suddenly felt a sense of strangeness, mixed with secret joy.Before he could think about it, the man got up and left, leaving only a sentence "It's late at night and the dew is heavy, you should go back to the house", which came from a distance with the wind.

(six)

After a few days like this, Baili Dengfeng often went into the mountains to hunt some game.Shan Yutong had a free afternoon that day, and felt that his skills had recovered a little bit, so he went with him.At the end of spring, Juying Mountain is lush with lush vegetation and cold streams, where animals and fish can be seen from time to time.The two walked all the way, with short grass and no boots under their feet, red and red everywhere, and new birds whispering in their ears. For a while, Shan Yutong only heard the sound of springs, wind, and birds.More than ten years have passed by, and he has been carved from a childish child to a young man who is now like a Zhilan Yushu.In a blink of an eye, the teacher's door is separated, and the same door is separated, only the mountains and birds, year after year.He suddenly felt a little dazed, three thousand worlds, ten feet of soft red, a moment of time, and a hundred generations of travelers.This body is placed in heaven and earth, where can I live, where can I live?

"I saw the day before yesterday that there were many crucian carp in the mountain stream of Houshan. Today is just a change of taste." He suddenly heard Baili Dengfeng speak, and looked up to see the man's lips smile. His thoughts froze, and the same landscape was here. People's eyes are just ordinary scenery, which probably won't arouse melancholy like him, but he is passionate.

"Then let's go."

Walking to the mountain stream, Baili Dengfeng went into the water barefoot, the soles of his feet were muddy and slippery, and a layer of moss grew on the bluestones on the bank, which was the most slippery.The stream flowed very fast, he couldn't take care of himself for a while, the mud and sand kicked up under his feet muddied the stream.Suddenly the surface of the water was turbulent, and a spray exploded, and a big-bellied crucian carp was lifted ashore, with dark silver scales on its abdomen flashing, bouncing and struggling in the grass.

Bai Li Dengfeng was overjoyed, he knew that the man poured his internal force into his fingertips, shot it into the water and then threw the fish out with the rest of his energy. This is not unusual, but most people kill the fish when they exert their force. But he was able to throw it to the shore without hurting it, this kind of skill is really wonderful.

"Let it go." Bai Li Dengfeng went to the bank to catch the fish, but he heard this sentence.He took a closer look, the prey in his hand opened and closed its gills, its belly almost transparent, it was a female fish waiting to give birth.Immediately, he also felt compassion, and couldn't help but let go of his hand.As soon as the fish touched the water, it immediately came to life, flicked its tail, and disappeared in an instant.

"Brother Shan has strong martial arts skills and a compassionate heart, which I admire." He raised his eyebrows jokingly.

The man paused slightly, looked away, raised his hand and flicked his fingers, and the water splashed instantly, and two more fish were thrown to the shore, bouncing endlessly.

Baili Dengfeng went ashore to break the reeds and skewered the fish.When Fang was about to return, he saw that the sky had darkened, and the cool wind was blowing towards his face with water vapor.Shan Yutong frowned: "It's going to rain."

"Go faster, maybe you can..."

"It's too late." Shan Yu's fairy tale hadn't finished yet, and there were a few muffled thunderclaps, and big raindrops fell down.He went up the stream, walked to a place where there was no way, raised his breath a few vertical leaps, and climbed up to a high ground in the middle of the mountain in the blink of an eye.Baili Dengfeng then settled down, and when he looked up, he saw a huge boulder protruding from the side of the mountain. A few strands of branches hung down from the stone, swaying with the wind, half covering the opening.The distant mountains and near water are becoming more and more unreal, as if separated by a layer of fog.

"I grew up in Juying Mountain, and I can always find a shelter from the rain." Shan Yutong said lightly.He had just been exposed to the rain, a few strands of hair stuck to his face, water droplets flowed down his chin, passed his Adam's apple, paused at his collarbone, and then sank into his clothes.

Baili Dengfeng suddenly felt his throat dry: "Brother Shan lives in such a beautiful place, where there are beautiful scenery to enjoy every day. It's not like this. I have stayed in Baili Village for more than [-] years, and I haven't seen anything around me. Change is so boring."

Shan Yutong steamed his clothes dry, and said: "Although the scenery is boring, brother Baili has a beautiful woman as his companion, so it won't be boring if you think about it."

The other party looked sad after hearing this.Shan Yutong reacted immediately.He wanted to speak comforting words, but he didn't want to sprinkle a lot of salt on the wound, and felt guilty for a while.He always speaks from the heart, at first glance he doesn't leave much room, but every sentence is harsh, so although others feel that he is not sympathetic, he is not harsh.It's just that he never apologized, let alone coaxing soft words, and he didn't know how to make up for such unintentional mistakes.

After a moment of silence, he said, "My parents passed away early, and their appearance was no longer in my memory. Later, when I met Master, she saw that we were pitiful, so she took Yuzhen and me to the mountain to teach me how to practice."

Baili Dengfeng didn't want him to have such a past, and his heart softened. Now he has become this arrogant and cold-hearted, and he probably had no choice at the time.

"Later, I joined the Soul Control Group, and gradually became the strongest in Yueyingtang, and then the strongest in the entire Soul Control Group. My fellow sects either feared me, or wooed me. I didn't want to go into that muddy water. Among them, how can I get out? It's ridiculous that I didn't see through it at the time."

The wind rolled up the vines and blew in the rain.Shan Yutong stood closer, and a few drops hit his face.He didn't seem to realize it, and continued: "I thought that in the future, I would practice kung fu on weekdays, watch Yuzhen grow up, and occasionally go out to kill spirit disciples, and I would do this until my death. It's a pity that people are not as good as God, and now... Maybe it's me This is how Shan Yu's childhood should be."

Bai Li Dengfeng saw that although he had a cold face, there was a little powerlessness in his eyes, and he felt pity in his heart, and said for a long time: "Those who go don't remonstrate, those who come can be chased. Since God's will tricks people, brother Shan is not as pity Take the person in front of you."

Shan Yutong froze when he heard the words.At this time, the rain was over and the sky was blue, and the sun shone on Baili Dengfeng's face, giving off a layer of golden luster.His lips moved, as if he hesitated to speak, and finally said, "Let's go."

As the house approached, Shan Yutong suddenly stopped in his tracks: "Someone is coming." Before he left, he set up traps, and they had all been destroyed by now.

The two rushed to the atrium, and saw that the visitor was dressed in peach pink and wore an eight-hole flute around his waist, laughing with Yu Zhenyan.She turned her head and smiled sweetly: "Yutong, you are here."