【Pei Luo】Floating Flowers

李谢

Xie Yunliu was stunned for a long time when he heard the news of Li Wangsheng's death. He thought it was a big joke. How could that Li Wangsheng be... He rushed from Kou Island to Huashan in a hurry. There was only half of his sword in front of the door. It was snowing heavily in Chunyang that day, and Xie Yunliu stood at a loss in the gossip formation in front of Liangyi Gate... He slowly walked up to hold the blood-stained sword, a slight expression appeared on his face. Very surprised, this... is the sword I gave him back then! "Li Wangsheng!"

He still remembers the first time he met Li Wangsheng, who was only seven years old at that time, and he followed his father to go to Chunyang to practice Taoism.His hair was neatly combed, tied behind his head, and tied into two rings with a red rope. He looked as cute as the good boy in the book.At that time, Xie Yunliu was only 12 years old, which was the time when he was most mischievous, and the two hit it off right away.

At that time, Chunyang had countless disciples, but Xie Yunliu was the only one who could be regarded as Lu Zu's disciple. Li Wangsheng's father had always been pious and had a good relationship with Lu Zu, so he asked his youngest son to worship him. Xie Yunliu had a playmate. He was very happy, he went in and out, ate, drank, slept and slept with Li Wangsheng on weekdays, and his relationship with him was very good, even Lu Zu would occasionally complain that his two apprentices were so close that he was a little jealous.

If only it had always been like this...

Xie Yunliu knew himself well. He was short-tempered and had a bad temper. He was not as good as Li Wangsheng in dealing with people. It can be seen from the attitude of his younger brothers and sisters towards him and his second younger brother. He felt very uncomfortable and awkward. The unspeakable discomfort left him nowhere to vent.

He can only choose to face the sword, only the sword can make him forget everything, forget the second junior brother who is smiling at other people, forget the second junior brother who is more suitable than himself to be the head of Chunyang.

He felt that he was jealous, but he didn't know whether the object of jealousy was Li Wangsheng or other people or things that could attract Li Wangsheng's attention. Of course, he felt that he didn't figure it out until the last moment.

Li Wangsheng, you bastard, you would choose to die like this!No, I can't accept it at all, you guy... You guy should have died in my hands!why why!

The sword was still in Xie Yunliu's hand. The weather in Huashan was as cold as when we met at the beginning of that year. Xie Yunliu lowered his head and felt that he could still see the little Li Wangsheng looking up at him.

"Brother, you are back."

Decades later, it was snowing heavily in Chunyang again. Xie Yunliu was sitting in front of the window looking into the distance. He vaguely saw two men in white clothes approaching one after the other. joyous.On that day, four generations of disciples asked for an audience, but they did not hear the call many times, so they went inside to explore, only to see Xie Yunliu leaning against the window and dying suddenly, with three cups on the table and two broken sword handles.