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An old friend comes in the dream.

The man could not be seen clearly, but he looked like a young man, with red clothes, red ankles and silver bells, and he was always smiling.

The first time we met was in the barren mountains and forests in the land of the Southern Barbarians.He rushed thousands of miles to kill Chi Lian and take the snake gall to save others. The red snake was as thick as a tree, and its scales were as hard as a stone, and the autumn water in his hands couldn't hurt a bit.He was accumulating strength on the Qiushui sword, and the snake seemed to sense it, hissed and uttered a letter, and retreated in a meandering way.He hurried to catch up, but saw that the snake body had already swam up to the young boy in the forest. The thick red snake's scales were cold and cold, as if it had been twisted into the young boy's flesh, and he was about to die on the spot.

He was very lucky at the moment, but he saw the red snake suddenly stopped completely, and then the red scales trembled slightly, not daring to advance or retreat an inch.

The young man never called for help, he knew that there were many strange people in the ancient southern border.

At that time, southern Xinjiang was hot and humid, and the forest was shaded. When the silver bell rang, it was like a soul call, and the huge red snake fell to the ground instantly and lost its movement.The young man is dressed in bright red, with fair skin and silver bells around his ankles. He steps barefoot on the cold and hard snake scales, and the shadows of the forest are like a dreamland, with a natural look.

The young man looked back, between heaven and earth, Wan Lai was silent.

The picture in the dream has no clue, and comes one after another, as if returning to the empty city that day and night, under the eaves of the clear rain.

His white clothes were rarely messed up, and he stumbled on the long street.There is no one in the city, so there is no one to tell the world. Master Wushuang also has moments when he is unparalleled in the world in white clothes.The young man in red clothes stepped barefoot on the bluestone slab, watched him staggering forward desperately, and whispered something in his ear while smiling.

He insisted on not listening, the young man stepped on the silver bell, he felt breathless, the young man hugged him with a smile on his face.Under the red thin shirt, the man had bare hands and snow muscles, but he possessed irresistible strength.

That night, the sound of rain falling on the eaves of the temple, the young man got up afterwards, with his snowy shoulders and shirt slipping on, and said with a smile, "This poison is called Wanghun. You don't have to remember it, and I don't have to forget it. Thousands of mountains and rivers, so don't let it go." "Mountains are high and rivers are long, and there will be no future."

He didn't forget his soul, at least in his dream, no.

He remembered that the boy's skin was like snow, his hair was like silk, his eyebrows were like mountain daisies, his eyes were like mist, and his lips were like cinnabar.He remembered the temperature there, it couldn't be more hot flashes, no more pestering, no more love-seeking.He remembered that the boy's clothes were all taken off from the back of his waist, the red butterfly kissed the snowy skin, he moved and danced, his beauty was vivid.He still remembers the rain that day, sliding down from the corner of the eaves, dripping on the entangled two people like a bead curtain, it was cold and hot.

The drizzle made that person's usually gorgeous and unparalleled face wash like Hsinchu after the rain. It was so clear and moving, it seemed that he could still smell the cold fragrance from the abyss and deep valley.

The scenery dissipated in an instant, and in the blink of an eye there was the man on the cliff of Huashan, with the man's long hair loose, the strong wind blowing, and the red robe hunting alluringly.The young man was as beautiful as a demon, his expression was almost crazy, blood flowed everywhere he passed, his momentum pierced the sky like a long sword cutting the moon, forcing everyone to kill him all the way.

The so-called enchantment technique is nothing more than when the young man rolls his eyes and smiles during the battle, the bell rings in the wind, and everyone is deluded.

He always dreamed that he pierced the young man's chest with a sword, but there was no trace of blood. The young man stared at him resentfully with a ferocious expression possessed by a demon, and said, "Good! Good! You would rather guard the Zhilan Yushu than sleep forever in hell with me." .”

A bloody robe falls off the cliff in the strong wind, and finally sleeps alone in the Shura Hell for the rest of his life.

Knowing that I am a guest in a dream, the dream is long and sleepy, and it is not easy to wake up.He seemed to be still in the cloud of smoke curling up on the top of the Huashan cliff, only seeing a emptiness without any color.

In the year when we first met, the young man rode the red snake, and traveled with him all the way to the southern border with a smile, talking about the world, and the surprise of others was ignored.There is always a banquet in the world. When he took the snake gall to say goodbye, the young man said with a smile, "Why don't I tell you a secret?"

He murmured, not knowing whether he should listen or not, the young man used the snake's belly to draw the blood to coagulate on his fingertips, and wrote stroke by stroke on the cold snake scales: Tai Sui.

"Remember, my name is Tai Sui."

The smiling voice kept repeating the word Tai Sui, layer upon layer, like a whirlpool, until it hurt his ear cavity and tympanic membrane.Someone beside him called him softly, and held his hand tightly, and he woke up from the nightmare dripping with sweat.

In front of him was his junior brother Bian Hongxue, looking at him worriedly and asking him if he had a nightmare.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, reached out to fetch the autumn water from the pillow, got up again, and wiped the blade of the sword carefully in the dim light of the candlelight in front of the window.Hongxue knew that he didn't like to talk too much, but this scene was probably dreaming of that person, so she could only comfort her in a voice behind her: "Senior brother didn't kill him, the rest of the people may be too far away, I saw his blood splashing down the cliff. But the younger brother sees it clearly, he killed himself by the elder brother's sword."

He knows that there are inaccuracies in the dream, but if it is asserted that he did not kill him... He stared at the autumn water under the candle, the three-foot sword was cold and flexible, stained with countless blood, and wiped off one by one, leaving only a silvery light.

"It's my bounden duty to eliminate demons and defend the Tao. There are no innocent souls under the sword." Bian Hongxue stared at the back of that side, and he asked abruptly, "I don't understand why he was alone, and the senior brother couldn't let go of it for a long time." ? What makes him different?"

It didn't know how long it was before he heard the man who was praised by the world as being unparalleled in the world stroke his sword and sigh softly.

"No one in the world is different."

At the wine banquet the next day, I saw Rong Chengli again.

Under the sunlight, the man looked very pure, with indifference written all over his body, like a lonely bamboo left in the mountains.The four of them followed the servants to the waterside pavilion, and saw the man waiting in the pavilion from a distance, his eyes lowered into the water, thoughtful.When the waves are shining brightly, it is the elegance of a glimpse.

At the end, there is no shadow of the magic girl.

As soon as they stepped into the water pavilion, the man immediately restrained his thoughts, bowed in front of him, and said: "Everyone with high mountains and rivers came to Rong's mansion, I should have accompanied the last seat yesterday, so that I can entertain and honor the friendship of the landlord. Today is the right My lord apologizes, and I would like to clean up the dust for everyone, you are welcome, please take a seat first."

Mr. Wu Shuang responded with a smile: "Mr. Rong is polite."

After all the people sat down, Rong Chengli lifted his sleeves and toasted, and drank it all in one gulp: "I would like to toast to everyone first."

Xiang Guanyu saw that Rong Chengli drank happily, and smelled the aroma of the wine, and she had never indulged in the journey of thousands of miles, so she also started to drink at this time.He picked up the glazed wine cup, shook its color first, it was as clear as the heart of water, and smelled the fragrance of the wine like a flower, feeling refreshed for a while, he couldn't help asking: "May I ask Mr. Rong, what good wine is this?"

"I'm afraid it's a great honor to be able to wait for Mr. Jinyu to ask about this wine." Rong Chengli waited for the maid to pour the wine, and then raised his glass with his right hand, respecting everyone from afar.

"Mr. Rong is lying. Mr. Jinyu is just a joking name for the outsider of gold and jade." Xiang Guanyu said, this statement is true and false.The title of Mr. Jinyu from the Xiang family in the capital is that one means that he wears gold ornaments and jades when he goes out, and he should be the richest in the world; Incompetent, under the shade of his parents all day long.

Rong Chengli pursed his lips when he heard the words, he couldn't even smile.

Xiang Guanyu wanted to ask him about the name of his good wine again, so Tsing Yi said: "Fairy Jinghong was famous all over the world with a legendary song 'Jinghong Sword Dance'." Jinghong Sword Dance was created by Princess Anping of the former dynasty. "The dance of the sword is unparalleled in the world, and the tenderness of the bones is one", which was created by the people of the time and is well-known for its dance.

"Because the world is different at different times, the world only remembers the fairy Jinghong's sword and Jinghong dance, but the fairy's Jinghong wine is also famous for a while." The man in Tsing Yi sighed, "The Jinghong wine has been lost for two years. For more than ten years, I never imagined that I could drink this wine in Mr. Rong's residence, it is really a joy in life, it is a joy!"

When Rong Chengli heard this, a touch of color flashed across his indifferent eyes, and he said: "I never thought that my mother's leisure work can also be cherished by Fengsheng Yexiaohu Lesheng."

"Take the water from the heart of Taihu Lake, make Baifanhua Jiuqu, comb the wine with Qinghong's tail feathers and let the wine rest in a glass cup for three years, and then you will get a pot of Jinghong wine. The fragrance of the wine is as fragrant as a hundred flowers blooming, and the color of the wine is as clear as the water in the heart of Taihu Lake. , the taste of the wine is as soft as the tail feathers of Qinghong, which is the so-called "flying like a frightened bird, like a dragon swimming". Such a fine wine is actually made in leisure time, and it is so talented that it is really impressive." The man in Qingyi used wine as a matchmaker, Feeling it.

Rong Chengli looked at him again, his indifferent expression softened a bit, and said: "There is one person in the world who is a confidant, and you don't need to hate him."

"Since ancient times, famous flowers have loved beauties, swords have been given to heroes, and there are still a few pots of Jinghong wine in the lower mansion. Why don't you give it to Brother Hu to reward Brother Hu for his love of wine."

Between cups and cups, Brother Hu was called, Xiang Guanyu muttered silently, swallowing the fine wine in her throat.But Bian Hongxue smiled and watched Hu Lesheng and Rong Chengli come and go, calling each other brothers, and when his eyes still fell on the senior brother, he noticed that the other party was in a rare daze.The so-called daze is just that the person's eyes are empty and his mind is as deep as a sea of ​​stones, which is not easy to be known by others.

The senior brother was in a daze or he had seen it when he was young, after the senior brother passed the crown ceremony and practiced to the seventh level of Wushuang swordsmanship, he never saw why the senior brother was in a daze again.

So he called out in a low voice, "Brother."

His senior brother turned his eyes to look at him, his eyes were as deep as the deep sea, and there was something somewhere, very strange for a moment.However, Bian Hongxue took a closer look, and it was the same as in the past. Senior brother's eyes were full of wind and moonlight, he was calm and self-possessed.

At the banquet, there were staggered cups and cups, the bamboo dishes were about to be settled, the wine and food were over, and Young Master Wu Shuang finally opened his mouth to talk to the host of the banquet.

"Young Master Rong."

Rong Chengli stopped talking with Hu Lesheng, turned his eyes to look at him, his words were still respectful and thoughtful: "What can you teach me, Mr. Wushuang?"

The rest of the people at the table were silent for a moment, except for the two people who were paying attention, they didn't realize it.Their auras collided, and they faintly swayed with a thousand weights, which made people dare not move.

"A few days ago, Shimen ordered the four of us to rush all the way to Rong's mansion. He never said clearly what he was going for. I wonder if Mr. Rong knows a thing or two?" Go for the dialect.

At the banquet, the serious business was just being discussed at this time, Rong Chengli lowered his eyelashes and drooped in the glass of wine. His appearance was as beautiful as a crescent moon, and he looked a bit like a frightened fairy.Zongxiang Guanyu has always been used to beauties, but at this moment he couldn't help but sigh at her natural face and clear personality, how could he mistake her for that demon at first sight.

"This matter," the occupants of the pavilion in the lake sighed softly, and said eloquently, "We should start with Hengxin flying from the mansion a few days ago..."

Afterwards, the banquet broke up happily, and the drunken Xiangguan Yugang took Bian Hongxue to Yiyu Pavilion to enjoy the wind and the moon, and Hu Lesheng and his maid went to get the Jinghong wine from the cellar.In the water pavilion, there were only young master Wushuang and Rong Chengli left.

After finishing speaking, Rong Chengli drank half a pot of wine on the table, looking sideways at the clear water.The wine was full of sorrow, and Fang turned his eyes into the pupils of Mr. Wushuang. He seemed to feel that he was still there, and said: "After the banquet and music, why don't you leave the table to have fun? Hangzhou still has a lot of scenery."

Young Master Wushuang stared at him and said with a smile, "You haven't left yet?"

Rong Chengli lowered his eyes, his eyes turned bright, he raised them again, and the person in the table still looked at him lightly.He paused, and couldn't help saying: "Maybe it's my illusion, but Mr. Wushuang is always looking at me?"

The man's expression did not change, there were sun, moon and wind flowers in his pupils.After a while, the man gradually suppressed his smile, and said softly: "Your Excellency is very similar to an old friend of mine."

It was the first time since meeting him that Young Master Wushuang didn't smile.The beauty at the table raised her eyebrows, but she also smiled for the first time. His eyes were as far away as fog, and it was a half-smile, but it was indeed a smile.

"Old friend?" It seemed to be a joke.

The author has something to say: There is a confidant in the world who does not need to hate. ——Zhang Chao's "You Meng Ying"