Tian Yan 49

Bai Chuyi led Mo Zhinian directly onto the high platform.

The moment it landed, the golden godhead above his head jumped suddenly, swaying a circle of pale light, and fell along the high platform to the ground covered with a thick golden carpet, stirring up the light spots all over the ground, fluttering like feathers.

The two looked at each other in silence. Mo Zhinian stretched out his hand silently, untied the white cloth strips from his eyes, and let loose his hair along with it.The golden rain of light fell into a pair of beautiful black jade pupils, embellishing a magnificent sea of ​​stars.

Actually, it wasn't the first time Mo Zhinian went down to the temple.It's just that the previous memory is too long, and the chaotic war has bred deep-rooted hatred on it. Those beautiful things mixed with honey are extremely precious. He is reluctant to even look at them, and finally fades away. , the lines are blurred.Now again, the shock was no less than before, he was speechless, stood for a long time, and then sat down quietly.

Fireflies fall like fine snow.

Bai Chuyi also sat down quietly, sitting next to Mo Zhinian, raised his face, reached out to pick it up, and murmured: "Isn't it beautiful? I have been looking for a good place for you, third brother, how about it? Surprise me!" ?”

Mo Zhinian nodded: "Surprise."

Bai Chuyi said softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "It's good that the elder brother is here. I really want him to see it."

Mo Zhinian looked at him sideways, and called him softly: "Senior brother."

The first time Bai Chu saw him, Mo Zhinian asked, "Do you like him?"

Mo Zhinian didn't specify who "he" refers to, but Bai Chu just smiled at him, neither saying yes nor no.After being silent for a while, he said softly: "Many years ago, one day he was teaching at Chixia Peak, and I just happened to pass by. Those piano repairers are all beginners. I heard, it was messy... I got closer, and I saw him, sitting at the front facing the disciple of the piano repairman, facing the door sideways, and tuning the strings slowly. The whole room was playing cotton in a mess, which made people feel dizzy , but there is something about him that makes you calm down immediately when you see him."

Mo Zhinian lowered his eyes and asked with a smile, "Are you moved?"

Bai Chu rolled his eyes at him: "Is your third senior brother that kind of person? Listen to me. That winter, it was very snowy. He was practicing swords on Sushen Peak. I went to him. At that time I saw him hugging Standing on the edge of the cliff with a sword in hand, snowflakes on his shoulders and head, his whole body is cold, and his face is very serious..."

He suddenly stopped talking, and Mo Zhinian waited patiently, Bai Chuyi spoke after a long time, his voice was low as embarrassed, but with a smile that was about to overflow: "I didn't dare to approach at that time, I called him. He turned around and smiled at me."

The person standing in the wind and snow with his sword in his arms smiled softly, rubbing the spring of April in the corners of his eyes and brows.

I don't know where the love started, and it has gone so long, looking back, it's just that these two trivial things were vivid in the first years.

Bai Chuyi was quiet for a while, and said, "Why don't you ask my elder brother if he likes me?"

Mo Zhinian asked cooperatively: "Does senior brother like you?"

"I don't know." Bai Chuyi said shyly, "I guess he likes me, and he loves me very much."

Mo Zhinian said intentionally: "Eldest brother is very kind to all juniors."

Bai Chu said: "That's different. When a person puts you in the top of his heart, no matter how calm his face is, you can feel it." After a pause, he said melancholy: "But His face is too calm."

Mo Zhi said in a young voice: "Brother, you already know each other well enough, if you really like it, be brave."

Putting his hands behind his back, Bai Chu sighed, "That's easy for you to say."

"Brother," Mo Zhi asked softly, "Do you believe in past lives?"

Bai Chuyi tilted his head in a daze: "This... I shouldn't believe it?"

Mo Zhinian stared fixedly at Bai Chuyi's side face for a long time, and then smiled softly: "It's okay if you don't believe me."

Then he looked ahead and changed the subject: "Brother, I once met a pair of people. It happened a long time ago, and this story is not suitable for the occasion. Don't blame me... Those two people, the older ones are gentle and elegant. , young and innocent, the two love each other, they are very suitable."

Mo Zhinian lowered his head, "They lived together, and they thought that they would go on like this for a long time. But then, the war broke out, and the older ones were killed in order to protect the younger ones. Before... and later, the war is over and everything is back on track."

But some people can't come back.

Mo Zhinian paused, then continued: "The young one was very strong. He never cried. He buried his lover. After that, he lived as usual and never married. He planted a lot of flowers and plants on the mountain. In summer, The sea of ​​flowers is very beautiful. He was originally a genius in cultivating Taoism, but he only practiced golden pills all his life; he was originally a cheerful person who loves to laugh, but since then, I have never seen him smile."

Mo Zhinian's voice was flat, but when Bai Chuyi heard it, he felt very sad.Mo Zhinian paused for a while, and his voice softened: "Later, he was dying and aged normally. During his last days, I went to see him and asked him," Mo Zhinian raised his head. Eyes, took a deep look at Bai Chuyi, "Are you happy all your life?"

Are you happy?

The old man didn't answer, but just looked into the distance, at the sea of ​​flowers in the summer moonlight.

Then he cried.

The city is full of flowers, the moon invades the clothes, the love of youth | things grow old and sad.

"...I buried him in the sea of ​​flowers. I hope he has a next life, and his lover can accompany him for the whole life. He doesn't have to be so sad, as long as he keeps laughing."

After Mo Zhinian finished speaking, Bai Chuyi sighed and said nothing.He really doesn't need to express anything, this is just a distant story.

But Mo Zhinian suddenly closed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, until his hands trembled uncontrollably.

He said decisively in his heart: brother, this will never happen again.

At the end of the day, Mo Zhinian and Li Shuyan were discussing the small details of a refining tool in Tianshu Pavilion, when a voice that did not distinguish between male and female, old and young suddenly sounded: "Li Shuyan, Fusang wants you to go to the meeting hall."

Li Shuyan closed the scroll in his hand, frowning.

Mo Zhinian probably guessed what was going on, and looked at his master.Li Shuyan got up and walked out, halfway he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked, "Tianshu, did Fusang look for Shuangjiang?"

"Have."

Li Shuyan nodded and left Tianshu Pavilion.

The meeting hall is in Dingjun Peak, all the peak masters gathered together, and Fusang is also there, he is leaning on the lacquered pillar in the hall with his arms around his shoulders, beautiful golden light spots are flying around him for some reason, and standing beside him is a somewhat cautious Shuang Jiang .Seeing Li Shuyan pushing the door and entering, Fusang said, "The lights of the unreturned disciples at Qingjian Peak have all gone out just now."

When the natal lamp goes out, people will naturally not live.

Li Shuyan frowned, and Fusang said again: "The three little guys who went to save people are not in good condition, especially Yu Yaofeng—"

Before he finished speaking, the golden light on his body became a little more intense. He straightened up and gestured for Li Shuyan to take a look at him with his hands outstretched: "—Conservatively, he can last two hours."

Li Shuyan frowned, said nothing, and looked into the hall. A missing disciple of Qingjian Peak was standing in the middle of the hall, with a half-smile expression on his face, and a cold voice: "Everyone is here, then I just said it."

Li Shuyan's figure flashed, and he was already in front of the man. He pinched the disciple's chin expressionlessly, lifted his head, and swept his soul.

The disciple laughed loudly: "Don't waste your time, the primordial spirit of this waste has been crushed, I just use this shell to pass on a message to you--Li Shuyan, aren't you very good? Your disciple is amazing!" It’s about to die, come to our Demon Palace to save people.”

Li Shuyan just looked at him coldly, but he didn't take it seriously, pointing to Shuangjiang beside Fusang: "That little thing, come too."

Shuangjiang didn't speak, but looked at him coldly.

"If people in the transformation stage still want to come, welcome." The demon cultivator who took up the disciple's body said grimly, "Don't get involved with those who control Qi, and you all know that the big formation can recognize it—otherwise, in our hands, the There will be three more puppets in the transformation stage."

No one in the lobby spoke, Moxiu sneered, and suddenly fell to the ground.Li Shuyan stepped forward to check, and shook his head to indicate that it was hopeless.

After a frightening silence, the peak master of Zhenyuan Peak smashed the armrest of the chair with a slap: "Too much deceit!"

Li Shuyan turned around and said, "Then I'm leaving."

Zheng Yitong's face was solemn like never before: "Ayan, this is obviously a dead end. If you listen to the words of the demon cultivator, you will definitely not be able to come back. It is even said that you will not be able to come back no matter how many monks in the transformation stage."

"The demon palace has a hole, one qi control, three complete transformations, and the demon palace's large formation," said the head of the demon palace. "If they are determined to keep you, you will indeed die."

Li Shuyan turned around slowly, his brows seemed to be condensed with a layer of frost, his voice was lowered, and his suppressed anger was like a burning charcoal, trying to endure on the verge of eruption: "Brother, what do you mean?"

The ending sound has brought a little bit of anger.

"Everything is based on the overall situation. As the leader of a peak, you can't be arrogant." Zuo Zhengtang said in a deep voice, "If you go here, the biggest possibility is your life, and you won't be able to save anyone!"

The masters of the peaks tried to persuade Li Shuyan, and Li Shuyan frowned, his cold aura hovered around him, and his voice raised slightly impatiently: "The talents of those three people are not inferior to mine, and Jiuchongshan can't do it." Losing the three future qi periods—"

Fusang said: "Let him go."

The lobby was silent for a moment.

"You can't persuade him, he will really turn his face later, it's not good-looking." Fusang didn't look at these people, and said in a casual voice, "But Ayan, let me remind you that Yu Yaofeng's death is not good for Jiuchongshan. It's a good thing."

The emerald pupils lifted up slightly, and Li Shuyan's figure was reflected in them, making him extremely small. Fusang looked at him carefully and said, "And your death is a huge loss."

Li Shuyan didn't respond, and pointed to the center of his eyebrows: "Help me untie it."

Fusang sighed heavily, walked in front of him and stretched out his hand to scratch his forehead, a ball of golden-green flame was pulled out.Fusang whispered next to his ear: "Listen, you only have three moments to live after using the Huaixu Sword. Unless you break through the Yuqi now, I won't be able to save you."

"I know, thank you." Li Shuyan turned to Zheng Yitong, and Zheng Yitong waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to say more: "I know, I'm outside to meet you."

Seeing that Li Shuyan was about to walk out of the gate, Shuang Jiang, who had never had any sense of presence, followed him silently, but was stopped by Fusang angrily: "You wait, A Yan has a brain hole, and you have it too?"

Shuang Jiang's eyes sparkled, and he said in a low voice, "Uncle."

Fusang was taken aback for a moment - he hadn't heard of this name for 500 years.When he came back to his senses, Shuang Jiang had already bypassed him and followed him: "My fate is hard, I won't die so easily."

Li Shuyan had already walked into the gorgeous dusk sky, Shuang Jiang trotted to keep up, grabbed his sleeve corner, raised his head and said something, raised his free hand, and Hong Ming, who didn't know where he was flying to, flew back, steadily fell on his arm.

Seeing their backs, Fusang opened his mouth and cursed, "You two bastards."