Bewitched

That is really not the beauty that should be in the world.

The image of southern Xinjiang in the Central Plains has always been mysterious and dangerous, tall trees covering the sky, colorful venomous snakes, tree frogs lurking among the dark green leaves, barbarians living in the depths of the jungle, they are thirsty for rain, Worshiping the flame, the confusing colors are entangled into an absurd and magnificent dream.You can't see the blue sky from the gaps between the branches and leaves, but you can catch the sun that slipped through the net on the mossy tree trunks.This kind of beauty is primitive and savage, like a beast biting your throat, and licking your naked skin affectionately with a wet, barbed tongue.You tremble all over, unable to resist, as if seeing your supreme god, wanting to kneel on the ground and kiss his toes, boldly licking the thin layer of sweat off your ankles, even if you will be burned to ashes by the flames in the next second , that is also to die in this ultimate joy and beauty.

This is a dance used for preaching in southern Xinjiang. Every step of it has a hint, and every ringing of the bell seems to come from a distant and beautiful temple. It is sacred, as if stepping on the spine of the earth with every step, waving There are clouds, thunder, wind and rain moving everywhere, but it is also ghostly, reminiscent of the fog floating at night, covering the way of the confused person. It orders you to follow him, but asks for your forgiveness and gives you the ultimate love. Pain, but give you the ultimate joy.

This is a dance of ghosts and gods. How can human beings see it with their own eyes?

After this dance, the dancers and the audience will be exhausted. Maybe there is a god who came in a big way but left lightly, taking away the purest soul, leaving only the followers who were powerless to follow him , to continue suffering ups and downs in this worldly sea.

Nanyu knelt on the ground, facing the south and made a gesture of worship, completing the last movement.Then the contagious passion, the indistinguishable charm, the unspeakable ghost, just like the light of the sun and the fading of the fire, quietly faded away from him.

Yue Lianyi was the first to applaud, breaking the silence in the room.He was obviously really elegant, his temples were already wet with sweat, he probably couldn't help himself because of the excitement just now.On the contrary, Yan Feng was better, he had come to his senses at this time, saw Nan Yu straightened up and looked back at him, he didn't know what information he could read from this look, so he immediately walked over to help him up.The fabric of Nanyu's dance skirt was really thin, and her back was almost completely wet with sweat, sticking to his back, even the skin was barely visible.He couldn't stand steadily, so Yan Feng had no choice but to support his waist. Even through a layer of tulle, he could still feel it clearly. Because of the loss of strength, Nan Yu's whole body trembled uncontrollably while panting.Yan Feng frowned and asked, "Are you okay, Brother Nan?"

"I'm fine." Nan Yu shook her head and said in a low voice, "Help me go, I want to change clothes." He still remembers that he is pretending to be a woman now, and when he is so tired, he still remembers pretending to be a woman's voice , but the voice was also panting heavily, which made Yan Feng feel a little uncomfortable.Nanyu was a little anxious, afraid that Yue Lianyi would reveal his identity in the next second. You must know that the skeleton curves of men and women are obviously different. He is not the age of thirteen or fourteen years old, and the clothes cover him There are also many ways to modify it. Now that the clothes are sweaty and heavy, can't the waistline of the skeleton behind the back be clearly seen?He simply hid half of his body in Yan Feng's arms through his weakness, and he didn't care about being shy even though he was sweating all over.

Yan Feng supported Nanyu and moved a few steps. Seeing that Nanyu was really in a hurry to leave, he had to say a word of offense, hugged him by the waist, turned around and said sorry to Yue Lianyi, Nanyu's current state is really not suitable for continuing the banquet Drink, you have to resign first, and make an appointment at another day to make an apology.He glanced at Nan Yu who was in his arms and wished he could bury his whole face in his chest, well, the dance skirt can only be returned at another time.

Yue Lianyi naturally had no reason to refuse, and said: "Brother Yan is really lucky, just go by yourself, I will not send you off." Seeing Yan Feng leaving the hall with Nanyu in his arms.

The two returned to Yan's house.After coming out of the main hall, Yan Feng took off his coat and wrapped Nanyu in it. It was cold in Jinling in October, and he still remembered that Nandi didn't know martial arts, so he was afraid that he would catch a cold.It's just that martial arts practitioners have deep inner strength, and they have long been immune to cold and heat. He didn't expect to encounter so many things when he came out this time. What he can give Nan Yu at this time is nothing more than a thin coat, which makes him quite worried. The first thing I did after returning to Yan's house was to cook ginger soup and feed it to Nan Yu.

However, when Ye Nanyu still had a fever, he had a lot of Gu worms in his body. When he was in good health, these Gu worms still wanted to eat his flesh and blood for a living. It was because his body temperature was always slightly lower than ordinary people, and his skin was always pale the reason.At this moment when he was sick, the Gu worms in his body would start to make noise, which made him feel quite uncomfortable, his brows were wrinkled tightly, showing a look of enduring pain.He vaguely saw Yan Feng's figure. This man seemed to be still wearing the clothes he sent him back that day, with blue stubble on his chin. He looked even more haggard than when they rushed to Changjing up.

At this time, he was already in a daze of illness, his body seemed to be stuffed with warm cotton, and he couldn't lift his spirits up.At this time, although Nanyu felt that Yan Feng's image was different from usual, he couldn't figure out why, and couldn't speculate on the reason.With his current muddy head, what he remembers most clearly is that the person in front of him is his sweetheart, the sweetheart he... can't ask for.

Yan Feng's usual personality can be said to be quite appropriate, but now he looks unfamiliar in taking care of patients, holding the medicine bowl with his hand accustomed to holding a sword, as carefully as if the ordinary pottery bowl contained some kind of human flesh. The poplar branches and dew of bones.Of course he treasures this bowl of medicine. It is not easy to feed this little ancestor Nan Yu a bowl of medicine. The difficulty has surpassed that of seven years old. He found the drunk master in the streets and alleys, which became the most difficult thing he has ever experienced in his life. .Besides...he heard Nanyu say that it hurts, so how could he not treasure this bowl of medicine?I just hope that Brother Nan can get better soon after taking the medicine. The sooner he gets better, the less he will suffer.He turned around and saw Nanyu woke up again, and asked gently: "Brother Nan, do you feel better? After drinking this bowl of medicine, you will get better soon. Let's drink the medicine obediently, okay? Bitter."

Nanyu looked at the bowl of black concoction, then at Yan Feng who was coaxing him softly, stretched his arms and wanted to sit up, Yan Feng hurriedly put down the medicine bowl, put a pillow behind his waist, and supported him Leaning against the head of the bed, he lifted the quilt up again, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him, for fear that a little cool breeze would leak in.Nanyu reached out to get the medicine bowl, fortunately, although he was weak, he couldn't even pick up a bowl of medicine, so he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.Yan Feng sat on the sidelines and was a little surprised. He didn't expect it to be so easy this time. Nanyu had been in a coma for a day and a night. He didn't know why he was too sensitive to the taste of traditional Chinese medicine. He woke up every time it was time to feed the medicine. Perhaps people who are sick always tend to show their most vulnerable side. This little ancestor is actually afraid of hardship, and he can't be coaxed well every time.He didn't speak, just looked at you with his mouth closed, the hair on his forehead was sticking to his cheeks with sweat, the corners of his eyes were bright red, and the water in his eyes was pitiful, as if he was betting that you would not be ruthless, but he It happened to be the right bet, Yan Feng really couldn't help himself.

However, they are all called little ancestors, how can it be possible to drink medicine without making trouble?

Nanyu swallowed the last mouthful of medicine, looked at Yan Feng, blinked her eyes, and tears fell from her eyelashes.He thought of what happened a day ago, as if the discomfort had only surged now, engulfing him like a wave.Of course he knew that his behavior was not calm, he knew that he was at a loss, and he was afraid.He knew that Yan Feng liked girls, and he even knew that Yan Feng actually had some romantic reputation in the Jianghu before.But he couldn't imagine that one day when Yan Feng got married and had children, a woman he didn't know would accompany Yan Feng, add clothes and food for him, worry about his well-being, know his happiness, and sleep with him.He just thought about it for a moment, and he felt that he was going crazy with jealousy.This jealousy was so ugly and unreasonable that he almost frightened himself into this emotion.

However, he saw Yan Feng's eyebrows and heard him talking softly to himself, as if a heart was slowly soaked in warm water, full of warmth and tenderness, so good, so gentle, so beautiful that it seemed like a flash The dream of passing away, the flower that blooms and then falls, makes him so happy that he almost hates it. If he can't give it, why should he treat me so well?It's been eight years, can't you make some progress?He wanted to throw the bowl and question him viciously, but at the same time he wanted to kiss his lips piously, kiss his handsome eyebrows and eyes that he thought about day and night, these two emotions pulled him back and forth, but in the end he could only tell himself, Not in time.

Don't scare your prey away, and don't lose everything with one careless move.

He seems to be able to do a job with ease, but only he himself knows that he has already suffered a complete defeat.He hated because he knew perfectly well that he couldn't resist.

Yan Feng sighed, but did not show any impatient expression, but as if he had expected it, he took out two candied fruit like a magic trick, and fed them to the crying little ancestor Nanyu. Seeing Nanyu stunned, tears I also forgot to bleed, and smiled, and said: "Sure enough, it is still bitter after adding mint... Is it sweet in your mouth now?" , at this time, she smiled gently and dotingly, but it still made people's hearts drunk, wishing to drown in those eyes.

Nanyu lowered her head, reluctant to chew it off, pushed the two candied fruit into her cheeks with her tongue, and said in a vague voice with puffy face, "Mmm, it's sweet."

"Sweet ones are good." Seeing that Nanyu finally stopped crying, Yan Feng heaved a sigh of relief, removed the pillow behind his waist, pushed him down, covered the quilt, and coaxed: "Brother Nanyu, wait Get well, I'll take you to the streets of Jinling, okay?" After saying that, he bowed his head and smiled again.

Nanyu was dazed by this smile, and then hid herself in the quilt silently, only showing a pair of eyes, after a while, she saw that Yan Feng was still sitting beside his bed and guarding him, with no intention of leaving. He muffled: "Okay."

Spoiler: Spring Mountain Smiles and Flying Snow Melts

Yan Chunshan is not called Yan Chunshan, his name is Feng, and his character is Yuanshan. Chunshan is the first two characters of his saber, Chunshanxiao.

Bai Xiaosheng liked him very much and wrote about him:

The spring mountain smiles and the snow melts, and the rivers and lakes come and go.

When this poem first came out, it caused Yan Feng a lot of trouble.Because the evaluation is too high, and he is still a junior in the arena, many people feel that his reputation is hard to live up to.

So some seniors set up a Hongmen banquet for him.

The predecessor is Du Mengrong from Feihong Mountain Villa. He is famous because of his Feihong Snow Stepping Sword. There are only seven moves in the sword. The only advantage is that it is fast enough, but it is enough to have this advantage. Being ruthless is enough to make him famous in this arena.

He is a stingy person who likes to pretend to be big-bellied and tolerant, but he doesn't pretend well enough. When facing those who are stronger than him, no matter whether they are seniors or juniors, he always likes to beat around the bush when he speaks, and he thinks he is very clever and very Funny, everyone else is stupid, he is the only smart person in the world.As long as he thinks about it this way, he feels that his belly has grown a bit, and he is very complacent.

He invited Yan Feng, thinking that he was a respected senior who wanted to give advice to the ignorant junior.Therefore, he refused to neglect this banquet just for the face of his predecessors.Not only did he let the kitchen start preparing early that day, but he also asked his wife to dig out a set of satin clothes for him to put on, and specially tightened the belt to show his suave figure.

When everything was ready, it seemed that it was almost time to write on the invitation card, but he waited and waited, and sent the porter to run back and forth five times in a quarter of an hour, but he still didn't see Yan Feng's shadow.

Where is Yan Feng?

Feihong Mountain Villa is on the mountainside, and the foot of the mountain is close to the official road. An old man set up a tea stall by the roadside, and also sold some braised beef and sesame cakes.Yan Feng was sitting here eating wine, and it was accompanied by a plate of sauced beef.

He asked for more than he ate, and after eating and paying the bill, he gave the remaining beef and sesame seed cakes to the dirty little beggars on the side of the road, watched them gobble it up, and took out his money bag again. He threw all the copper plates inside into the broken bowl, then took the knife and went up the mountain.

It didn't look like they were going to a banquet, but rather like they were going to fight.

Du Mengrong sent the concierge to run 21 times, and finally at the last time, Yan Feng, who was pinching to enter the door, came.

When Yan Feng saw him, he just smiled, and the youthful arrogance that could not be concealed was revealed from this smile. He saluted Du Mengrong as a junior, and called out: "Senior Du."

In terms of etiquette, he failed to make Du Mengrong pick a mistake, but he didn't expect that his smile would make Du Mengrong very unhappy.

Du Mengrong didn't want to think about why he wasn't happy, all he knew was that when he saw Yan Feng smiling, he felt uncomfortable all over his body, the satin clothes were ugly, and the jade belt was too tight, which made him hold his breath in his chest. I can't stop, I can't wait to drive out this ignorant junior in front of me immediately.

However, not only can he not drive people away, but he has to entertain him with food and drink.

The host invited Yan Feng to sit down and persuaded him to drink cup after cup of pomegranate flowers.Yan Feng originally felt a little grievance in his heart, but this kind of stinginess, a few glasses of wine is enough to quench it.When the wine was hot, even Du Mengrong, an idiot, was pleasing to his eyes.The master drew his sword and danced, and the sword light stabbed the drunken Yan Feng with sharp edge.

Yan Feng sat on the spot without moving, but raised his glass when the sword stabbed at him, and said with a cheerful smile, "It's such a good wine, why don't we drink it together?"

Before he finished speaking, the sword that was as fast as wind and thunder was close in front of him. He pressed down the tip of the sword with a wine glass. After the sound of gold and iron clashing, the glass of wine was sent to the owner.

His sleeve robe was swayed by the breeze caused by the sword, but this sword only blew the corner of his clothes, and couldn't advance an inch.

The master took the glass of wine, his face was half red and half white, and he was still trying to hold on to the airs of his predecessors. He put the sword back into its sheath, and sighed: "Young hero." He had already used his strongest sword, Yan Feng's knife was not out of its sheath.

He already had the intention to kill, but Yan Feng persuaded him to have a drink together.

This is just one of the countless rumors and anecdotes in Yan Feng's Jianghu career.

Yan Feng is a good-looking man, with high martial arts skills, generous friends, and a reputation as a chivalrous man. Apart from being a bit sloppy, he is almost a person who can't find any faults.Besides, since ancient times, beauties love heroes, and the children of the Jianghu don't care about trivial matters. There are a few good stories about not marrying if you are not a king, what is it?

Who in the world doesn't love Chun Shanxiao?