[Gujian Yigong] Same goal in different ways

Two four

Walking out of the cell, Ouyang Shaogong trembled violently, he stretched out his hand to grab Yuan Wu's shoulder, lowered his head, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ground.He clutched his chest, frowned to endure the severe pain, and was so trembling that he couldn't stand up straight, which frightened Yuan Wu into trembling, and he dared not move his body.The boy in plain clothes had tears in his eyes, only to hear the man coughing and tightening, as if he couldn't stop, the fingers clasped on his shoulders were like iron hooks, which made him feel pain in his heart.I don't know how long it took before Elder Danzhi let go of his shoulders.Yuan Wu hesitated to speak, but saw that the elder only waved to him, left everyone behind, and walked towards the elder's room alone.

The eternal night in the green jade altar is quiet and lonely, even the flowing water is silent, and the eternal day in the lower floor is quietly poured from top to bottom, only then does it appear lively.In this realm, everyone who steps in has a bit of gentle posture, speaks softly, and walks slowly, showing the unique tranquility of this place.

What's more, there are still many who just stand quietly and don't even know how to speak——

"people".

The people in Qinchuan standing neatly on both sides of the guest room are all neighbors and friends that Ouyang Shaogong is very familiar with, especially the second sister of the Fang family.Ouyang Shaogong walked slowly to the beautiful woman in Chinese clothes, Fang Ruqin looked at him, seemed to understand what he was thinking, and shook her head slightly.

"I don't even know what I'm thinking, why are you shaking your head?"

He whispered to himself, staring into her eyes, a little probing, a little mocking.

"Xiaolan will come to accompany you soon, and I will definitely let you siblings stand side by side." He said softly, "When we meet, everyone will never leave me again, until the world is old and the world is overthrown."

Fang Ruqin nodded slightly, her brows were gentle, as if she agreed.

Ouyang Shaogong had a happy smile on his lips, from his eyebrows to the bottom of his heart, it seemed to be wiped away by a ray of tenderness. He only hated that all the old friends and relatives of the year had been turned into bones, and they could no longer be turned into Jiao Ming, day and night. Be with yourself.

"If only he could be as obedient as you." He sighed regretfully, without naming his name, Fang Ruqin still knew what he meant, and shook his head again.Ouyang Shaogong saw it in his eyes, his expression was clear but he couldn't help being gloomy, and then he sighed softly, "You are right, some people have to live to be interesting."

As soon as these words came out, there was another dull pain in his chest, Ouyang Shaogong coughed a few times, and folded his hands behind his back into the elder's room.

The elder's room was dark and silent, he panted and went to the table, lit the lamp, then he had no more strength, just sat slumped and leaned back exhaustedly.

"Ji Tong." He called.

No one responded.He suddenly remembered that the man had been gone for a long time, a wry smile appeared on his lips, he closed his eyes silently, but smelled a cold and bitter fragrance.It was the aroma of white sandalwood mixed with Ruinao, Feng Guangmo liked it the most.Ouyang Shaogong felt that the smell of this fragrance was too dull, and he didn't like it, but he didn't care about these trivial matters at all, so he just followed his preferences.After a long time, I got used to it.

He also thought of Feng Guangmo kneeling on the ground, looking at himself.Hair like pine smoke and ink, eyes like Chang Geng's eyes, so familiar yet so unfamiliar, eight years have passed, it seems that he has never really known this person.

On Zhonghuang Mountain that day, Feng Guangmo failed to kill him with one move, but sent Wu Luo Bengming to kill him with the force of the mountain and rock.When the rocks collapsed and the snow covered the top, his body was bound and it was difficult to perform spells. He could only use a powerful cultivation base to resist the coercion. Freezing the flow of gravel and snow, I am afraid that I will really die in the moment.That's the case, forcing his body, and his qi and blood flowed backwards, eventually causing his meridians to be damaged and he was seriously injured.

After that, he traveled all the way between the Green Jade Altar and the Zhonghuang Mountain, gathering people and horses, working hard, but taking care of himself flawlessly, and his injuries became more and more serious, which is normal.

Ruthless, really vicious.

He didn't want to think about that person anymore, he sighed faintly, completely relaxed his body, and fell into a dark and sweet dream almost instantly.

He dreamed of him again.

It's more like a memory than a dream.

He and Feng Guangmo were walking slowly on the stone ladder in the mountain, and the man fell behind him, his breath was a little messy, he staggered, but he remained silent and refused to ask for help.

It is midsummer, there is no scorching heat in the mountains, and the breeze is gentle, which is cool and pleasant.The distant mountains are covered with black clouds, surrounded by clouds and fog, and the mountains are covered with green pines and cypresses, green and verdant.The huge trees on both sides of the stone steps are towering, filtering through a little bit of sunlight, the stars swayed and fell on the body, shaking the skirt of the clothes is brilliant.

Ouyang Shaogong suddenly turned around and looked down at him with a condescending smile.The person behind him seemed to be startled, raised his head, and stood there unconsciously, panting lightly.At that time, Feng Guangmofang came out of the stone prison, his wounds had healed slightly, his legs and feet were still not very flexible.Along the way, he reluctantly followed Ouyang Shaogong's deliberate slow-down pace, fine beads of sweat still oozing from the tip of his nose.

So Ouyang Shaogong stretched out his hand to him, and said softly, Guangmo, come to me.

Feng Guangmo stood on the slightly lower steps, his expression alert and nervous, and he remained motionless.Ouyang Shaogong kept looking at him with a smile, secretly thinking that if you don't answer, I won't move.The man had no choice but to step forward and walk side by side with him.

But did not hold his hand.

He put his hand down with a calm expression, and stepped on the stone steps again.

This stone ladder leads to an ancient temple on the top of the mountain. In the past, devout men and women often came to worship, and the incense was very strong, so it was repaired and easy to walk. There are several pavilions scattered on the mountainside, which are convenient for guests traveling far away to drink water and rest.

But the prosperity is just a temporary illusion, time flies, and the treasure temple in the past has been reduced to a ruined temple today.

Feng Guangmo said he wanted to take a look.

The two walked side by side slowly.The wind of pines and cypresses in the mountains is hidden by ancient temples.If it weren't for Feng Guangmo's panting more and more urgently, he would be no different from a bosom friend who usually travels together.Ouyang Shaogong waited for him to beg for mercy, said to take a break before leaving, the man seemed to have competed with him, despite the sweat dripping down, he just didn't speak.

Then his feet suddenly softened, and he knelt down like this, and was grabbed by Ouyang Shaogong.

look.Ouyang Shaogong said with a smile.What should I do if you follow me and fall down.

Feng Guangmo couldn't even stand up, he just bowed his head and half knelt, trembling.

What's wrong?Are your feet hurting again?

he asked softly.Feng Guangmo nodded slightly, propped up his body unsteadily, and tried to climb up again.

Why do you always like to be brave.Ouyang Shaogong grabbed his wrist and scolded him.There is a pavilion over there, go and have a rest.

Feng Guangmo never disobeyed what he said.When the two walked slowly under the gazebo, the smell of the wind changed.The breeze that was originally fragrant with vegetation is now mixed with a bit of earthy smell, and the sky is as bright as a mirror, and the clouds are heavy. The clouds seem to be thick but come suddenly, and they reach the top of the head in a blink of an eye.

Ouyang Shaogong took off his outer shirt, folded it, spread it on the stone table in the middle of the gazebo, motioned Feng Guangmo to sit over, and took off his shoes and socks.

Feng Guangmo shook his head, he thought it was broad daylight, and it was outdoors, how could he take off his boots and socks casually, it was out of etiquette.

Ouyang Shaogong burst out laughing, and said with a pretentious gesture, okay, then you are in such pain, and when the rain stops, you are still in pain, so I can only carry you or carry you back.

Then he saw an extremely complicated look on Feng Guangmo's face, the young Lord Wu Xian in Youdu seemed to be thinking over and over whether it would be better to show his bare feet in front of others during the day, or to be carried on his back and hugged in full view Sending it back to the room is even more humiliating.When he was thinking, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the lower right, flickering on and off.This appearance is completely different from his usual cold manners, which is very interesting.

Finally, Feng Guangmo sat down on the table dawdly, took off his shoes and socks, and rolled up his trousers to his knees.

Ouyang Shaogong walked over to hold his right ankle, even squeezed it on purpose, and said, relax.

He gently kneaded along the calf along the ankle bone, carefully and carefully.

The ankle in the hand is not as slender and graceful as a woman's, and it is as bright as jade, but because it is thin, it can only be held in one hand. It is still cold in the palm of the hand in midsummer, as if holding a piece of ice.There are criss-crossing criss-crossing scars on it, and the scars that have been cut by knives and pierced through the bones, even though they have been reduced and faded, are shocking at first glance.

Ouyang Shaogong's fingertips gently stroked the small scars on his feet, which were raised and sunken. The new flesh was very sensitive, and the fragile bones trembled in his palm.He took a look at Feng Guangmo, saw that his expression was peaceful, and he didn't look sad or resentful when facing the numerous scars on his body, sighed lightly, took out the silver needles, and stabbed them slowly one by one according to the acupuncture points.

Once the needle was done, he raised his head and met Feng Guangmo's ecstatic eyes that were looking at him.The soft, probing eyes looked like a young wolf or a tame deer.It's just that Feng Guangmo met his gaze, and turned his head silently for some reason, as if to avoid it.

He was about to say a few joking words when, at this moment, big raindrops suddenly hit the treetops on the top of the pavilion one by one. The sound was either crisp or dull, mixed with the sound of rushing rain. interest.

It turned out that this is rain.

Feng Guangmo's eyes brightened slightly, and there was a bit of surprise hidden in his voice.

I saw it for the first time.

There was a hint of a smile on his lips, and the cold and tense eyes were relaxed.

Ouyang Shaogong looked at his scarred legs, and at his smiling face, and asked softly, "Guangmo, do you like rain?"

I've never seen it, and I don't know if I like it.Feng Guangmo was in a good mood because of the sudden torrential rain, so he answered happily.Just thought it was new and interesting.I read it in a book before: Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly, bamboo sticks and straw shoes are as light as a horse, who is afraid, a cloud of mist and rain will let you live forever.I feel very moving.

Ouyang Shaogong chuckled, and echoed in a low voice: ... Indeed, very touching.

Feng Guangmo also laughed, and he said: Yes, although everything in the world is not all beautiful.However, no matter whether you like it or hate it, there is always something moving.

Ouyang Shaogong looked at his side face as if seeing the sun through the clouds, couldn't help reaching out to brush his long hair from the sideburns behind his ears, and said softly: "Since you like it, then I will take you out for a walk more in the future."

The man didn't know whether he was surprised or happy, he suddenly turned his head and stared at him blankly.The fingertips that were too late to retract slid across his face, cold and soft, making one's heart palpitate.

Ouyang Shaogong looked at his unbelievable eyes, frowned deliberately, and said: You look like I am a heinous villain.

Feng Guangmo was really fooled, and quickly clasped his fists and replied: Thank you Elder Danzhi for your kindness, but...

His voice trembled slightly, as if nervous and expectant.

...Although the elder treats me very well, I do not belong to the human world after all, can I... just let me go.

Ouyang Shaogong was silent, he stared at the wrist protruding from the wide cuff for a while, then slowly stretched out his hand to hold it.While stroking the man's wrist, he chuckled and said: I let you go, will you come back?

Feng Guangmo suddenly raised his head, muttering about something to say.Ouyang Shaogong smiled kindly and continued:

I know, you will never come back.

He looked into Feng Guangmo's dejected eyes clearly, held his hand, and asked softly:

If you stay with me, I can give you everything you want.There are all kinds of delicacies in this world, fine wines, rich clothes and brocade robes, warm and fragrant nephrite jade, mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery and wonders.Why is it so hard and persistent to go back to Youdu?

Feng Guangmo stared at him blankly, hesitated to speak, his lips quivered several times, and finally found his own voice——

Suddenly there were bursts of thunder, lightning and thunder.

Ouyang Shaogong just woke up.He was paralyzed on the chair, his heart was beating fast, his chest was throbbing with pain, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and his hands and feet were cold and limp.The room was so quiet that only his gasping for pain could be heard, it was dark and quiet.

What did he say then.

Ouyang Shaogong rubbed his forehead exhaustedly, trying to remember.

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