Secret arrows are hard to defend

The ice wheel stands on the tip, the moonlight is as cold as water, and the small building is independent of the wind.This small building, which is not particularly tall, looks a bit old. A layer of fine and fluffy moss grew in the gaps around the wall, and there were traces of dead moss remaining beside the new moss. The dark green reflected the light green, and it was mottled. .

Song Wuan hides alone in the mid-night light, looking at the small building with only one light on in front of him.He looked at this small building, which was somewhat familiar, and after recalling it carefully, he remembered that he had seen it in a picture album.By the moonlight, I looked up and saw the plaque hanging above my head: Qianshuang Tower - the former stronghold of the ancient building.

He lingered in front of the door for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he had already stepped on the stairs.The old steps creaked under his feet, as if they were about to collapse and fall apart.Song Wuan didn't quite understand how he got in, but it seemed that he couldn't stop no matter what, and the only choice left was to walk step by step to the only room with lights on in Qianshuang Building.He doesn't know why he is here, nor how he got here, everything seems to be arranged, he can only follow the established track.

The small building is not high, so there are not too many steps, but the stairs are very narrow and the light is dim. It seems that countless eyes are looking at him in the invisible darkness.Song Wuan walked up the stairs, taking every step very carefully.

He thought: If only there was a lamp.Just as he was thinking, a candlestick appeared out of thin air in his hand, lighting up the cramped stairs.

Song Wuan stared at the lamp in his hand for a moment, then realized that it was his dream.He felt a little funny, and was a little curious, how could he dream of this small building that he had only seen in the paintings.

He held up the flashing lantern in his hand and continued to walk forward. Under the orange-red light, he could clearly see the vermilion color of the steps under his feet, which was very similar to the road leading to the holy fire altar in the cities of various kings that he had walked.

How did you decide to go down that path?He decided to test Lu Xuandu's reaction. If he cared about him, he would take the opportunity to retaliate against him; if he didn't care, he would find another opportunity to retaliate against him.Although Lu Xuandu's behavior was a little too impulsive, the overall direction was not wrong, and Song Wu'an succeeded.

He returned all the shock, anger, and shame of being deceived to Lu Xuandu, and perhaps even more.After all, he has never been tempted, and Lu Xuandu, he doesn't know, he is too plausible, sometimes he thinks he is tempted, but he will behave completely opposite.

But even if tempted, it's no big deal.Lu Xuandu already had a lingering person in his heart, even if Xuezang's heart trembled, the magnitude was too slight, and it would soon return to calm, not even a splash.

Every day in this world, there are countless such temptations, some are attracted by the color, some are in a trance for a while, and some suddenly see the familiar shadow behind them.Lv Xuandu's temptation, I'm afraid, has always been the last one.No matter who he looks at, he only sees Yan Zihuai's shadow.

Lu Xuan had told him that he had a pair of hands similar to his master's, and a pair of clear and clear eyes, which was the reason why he spoke to him at the inn in the first place.Song Wu'an thought, this was probably the reason why he was a little bit tempted by himself.

When he was about to cross the last few steps, Song Wuan stopped.He had already seen clearly who was waiting for him at the end——Lu Xuandu.It turned out to be him, it really was him.Song Wuan walked over the last few steps to Lu Xuandu, looked at Lu Xuandu and smiled: "Lord Lu."

The Lu Xuandu in the dream seemed to be softer, more pitiful and cute than the real Lu Xuandu. Dimples appeared on his lips, stirring a pool of spring water: "Wu An...why do you want to see me?"

Song Wuan subconsciously denied: "I don't want to see you."

"Liar." Lu Xuandu fiddled with the lantern, squinting at him sarcastically, "If you don't want to see me, why would you dream of me?" He suddenly closed his eyes again, his peach blossom eyes were almost bleeding, He stared at him ferociously: "You lied to me! How dare you lie to me!"

Lu Xuandu ruthlessly threw the candlestick on the ground, and the flames spread in all directions as soon as they hit the ground, rising more than ten feet high, so fast that Song Wuan had no time to stop it.Through the hissing golden fire curtain, Song Wu'an only saw the last look in Lu Xuandu's eyes.

Not angry, calm, calm, sad and self-deprecating.

The place under his feet was torn apart like drawing paper, and Song Wuan fell straight down.

He opened his eyes suddenly, stared at the green bed curtains swinging gently in the darkness, and calmed down his rapid breathing.Song Wuan tightened the thin quilt on his body, he felt a little cold.The window that originally had a gap was blown open by the wind, and there were occasional "hula" sounds as it swayed.

He closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep again.The look in Lu Xuandu's dream appeared in front of his eyes, quietly overlapping with the look in his memory. Song Wuan opened his eyes again, only to feel that he lost all sleepiness.

Is it too much?When the anger receded, it was the revived reason that told him, was this revenge too hurtful?

Maybe I always knew it, but I just refused to admit it.

Song Wu'an gently turned his back to the door, and the window behind him closed in response.After all, it was a sleepless night.

Before dawn on the second day, Song Wuan took a horse from the stable and went straight down the mountain alone.It will not take long to get from Wuwu Mountain to Yangzhou, and he began to speed up the horse, and the speed became slower and slower.

Song Wuan led the horse and stopped behind Xiangsi Pavilion, and could hear the overlapping of silk and bamboo in the garden from a distance.If you want to find someone, you might as well go directly to Red Rain Cottage if you come here, but because you are afraid of being too reckless, you went around twice in the distance and finally chose to come here.

He stopped at the spot for a long time, thinking to himself: Since everything has come, why bother to procrastinate?He tied up the horse, slipped in from the backyard while no one was looking, and quietly sneaked into Hua Pingzhu's room.

Hua Pingzhu's martial arts are still superior to his, so he was not surprised to see him come in suddenly, he still closed his eyes and waved his fan leisurely: "When will Song Shaoxia become a fragrance thief?"

"..." Song Wu'an clasped his fists together: "I'm sorry to bother the head of the line. I—I want to ask to see Lord Lu."

"Oh?" Hua Pingzhu elongated his voice, and his beautiful eyebrows slowly opened: "Song Shaoxia came at an unlucky time, and the landlord didn't see any guests on the full moon."

Song Wuan fell silent suddenly, as if he had been splashed with cold water, he cupped his hands slightly: "Excuse me, goodbye." His expression was icy, and he walked in a hurry and resolutely.Only when there was no one there, did he lean against a willow tree and stop, closing his eyes and smiling wryly.

What is this doing?I have done everything, why bother to pretend at this time.He shouldn't have come here in the first place, the moon in the water is not the moon in the sky, Lu Xuan has always only looked at another person through him, and he can hurt him by this, but it is impossible to comfort him by this.

He straightened up and walked to the place where the horse was tied, only to see a length of rope, and the end leading the horse was empty.

Song Wuan: "..."

The so-called lost his wife and lost his army.