[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

break up with you

"This, is your answer?" Long Su didn't look at him, he was facing the scenery outside the pavilion, looking at the rain that never stopped falling all the year round, he felt in a daze that for so many years, time was rushing, he went round and round, Never escaped from this side of the rain.

Without hesitating for a long time, Jianzi only said one word, but it was extremely firm:

"Yes."

Once you make up your mind, take the first step, and say the first word, the next step will be much easier. Jianzi said slowly, word by word, very slowly, with a somewhat erratic voice, as if he was convincing himself, He is also convincing Long Su, "I have already decided to pursue the immortal way, abandon common ideas, and reach the way of inaction—you... I, let it be."

That's it... that's all.

That's it... that's all.

As Long Su listened, every word fell into his ears, he chuckled lightly as if mocking himself, and it melted into the sound of rain, without a sound.

——That was a possibility that had been expected but avoided all the time. A strange but logical road was laid out in front of him. Jian Zi was already planning to take the first step, but he stayed where he was, stubbornly pulling him, He refused to leave, nor let Jianzi take the next step.

"Ha, it's because I delayed you," Long Su suddenly said, the end of which became sharp and piercing because of being too excited, "Sword Immortal!"

As soon as the words came out, both of them were startled.

Long Su doesn't often use the title "Sword Great Immortal", but every time he uses it, it's usually when the two of them are having a fight, and Long Su either teases or catches the opportunity to sneer, followed by the sword. Zizi teased without showing any weakness, such as "sorrowing spring and autumn, not giving birth", you come and go, it's fun.

This is a title that represents too many tender and beautiful memories, and suddenly tore apart the calm and restraint that the two tried their best to maintain.Sensing the embarrassment of losing his composure, Long Su shut his mouth and only faced each other in silence.

Silence again.

After an unknown amount of time, Jianzi lowered his eyes and spoke again with a hoarse voice, "No...it's not what you said, for you, I'm not..." He paused, and finally said frankly, "It wasn't unintentional .”

His usual flat and peaceful tone was finally inevitably tainted with a hint of softness and hesitation because of this sentence.

The long-awaited, tacit answer is revealed at this moment, and finally heralds the inevitable and irreversible road.

"It's just that you chose something that is more important to you. You are too forgetful and cut off your common thoughts, right?" Long Su followed his words.

He spoke almost briskly and cheerfully, with a half-smile on his face.

"You are right. Even if it is not wishful thinking, it is against customs and ethics, and even contrary to the way of the great way. You rein in the precipice..." He turned around, faced the sword directly, and saw the white-clothed and snow-haired Taoist priest standing silently, with a heavy brow between his brows. Concentrated, still with that excellent demeanor, the words of swords and swords that were supposed to be spoken smoothly, suddenly stopped in his mind.

The past, the past, and the poems of old people are full of lovesickness, you don't know.

Thousands of words, a change of mind, no matter how much regret and accusation, what can I do, but in vain, I hurt others and myself.

Then give it up.

Shulou Longsu smiled slightly, his eyebrows flew into his temples, with a sense of detachment and ease, and then he finished speaking, "...Longsu was enlightened."

It is vaguely the dragon head of that Confucianist sect who dominates the world.

Jianzi looked at him for a moment, and then lowered his eyelids—when he closed his eyes, he always looked as imposing and unattainable as ice and snow. When his eyelashes trembled, his spirit seemed to have left this body and traveled far and wide.

But he is not such a person, as long as he is familiar with people, he can see the humor inside him, not to mention that he is as close as a dragon.In the past when I met Long Su, no matter what the situation was, there were always endless things to say and endless arguments.But today, after he finished what he wanted to say, he found that there was nothing left to say.

Not saying it is wrong, saying it is wrong, saying too much is wrong.

From the choice he made, what happened in the past and what happened too late are all wrong.

"Alright." He put away the complicated and meaningless thoughts in his mind, nodded, reached out and took out the Zijin Xiao from his arms, and put it on the table.

"Since I have given it away, I will not take it back. Qin, my friends should also take it away together," Long Su said lightly, "Since the conversation is over, I will take my leave first and see you later."

He didn't say any more, and disappeared.

Zijin Xiao, Bai Yuqin, two musical instruments are quietly placed on the table.

The flute has not sounded, and the qin has not been played.

Jianzi sighed, stretched out his hand and slowly touched the Bai Yuqin, the body of white jade, the strings of ice silk, dragon gum and phoenix eyes, seven stars exposed.

The wide water sleeves are piled up on the body of the piano, as if lingering.

When Long Su returned to Shulou Xifeng, Mu Xianfeng had already been waiting for a long time.

"Master, Yan Xin has already taken care of that witch doctor."

After Xianfeng reported, seeing that Long Su didn't reply for a long time, but instead sat in front of the desks, staring at the pen and ink without speaking, he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled - the master looked like he was distracted.

She hesitated and said, "Master, but what else is missing?"

Long Su returned to his senses, smiled to himself, thought for a while, and said, "Where's his family?"

Xianfeng bowed her head and said hesitantly, "This..."

No need to answer, Long Su understood from her performance, he pondered for a moment, then said softly: "Feng'er, do you think I'm ungrateful?"

Xianfeng was startled, "How could Feng'er treat Master like this!"

"Don't panic, you grew up beside me, so I know your character very well." Speaking of this, Long Su sighed, "Besides, if the situation wasn't compelling, I wouldn't have the heart to kill the one who saved me. Witch doctor, let alone his innocent family?"

"I have just quelled the Confucian sect's rebellion, and my internal injuries have not recovered, and the remnants of the rebellious party are still lurking in the Confucian sect. If the news of my serious injury leaks, the consequences will be incalculable."

Xianfeng's complexion changed a few times, she lowered her head, bowed straightly, and said, "Feng'er was wrong, I will send someone to clean it up immediately, and make sure not to leak any information."

She was about to go out when she suddenly remembered something and said, "I almost forgot, Master, the Suguo you want has been found and delivered just now."

Then, Mu Xianfeng saw a familiar expression that looked like a smile but not a smile on her master's face. It was not the usual smile that the master knew when he was examining the plan, nor was it the smile that the master was complacent when watching the enemy enter the gourd.

It's kind of... a bit sad.

Mu Xianfeng was a little surprised, but when she took a closer look, the master was still as arrogant as ever.

Probably misunderstood, Mu Xianfeng thought.

"Present it." Long Su said almost expectantly before getting up to leave the case.

Jianzi Xianji came out of the Sudden Realm, and was about to go out, when his thoughts changed, his footsteps followed suit, and he stepped onto the other side of the forked road.Unknowingly walked to the door of Shulou Xifeng, Mo Yanxin didn't seem to be there today, so they should all go back to Confucianism, Jianzi couldn't help shaking his head, and turned to leave.

"Senior Jianzi!" The girl's clear and soft voice sounded from behind.

Jianzi turned his head and saw Mu Xianfeng walking quickly, his face full of surprise, "Is the senior here to visit the master?"

"Just walking around, I'm going to ask Xiafeng soon."

Xianfeng was a little disappointed, and then regained her emotions, bowed her head, "Feng'er is being abrupt, so I wish you all the best."

Jianzi laughed, and the girl in red didn't say anything, but what she was thinking was already clearly expressed on her face, "Then let me borrow your good words and come to see you when I come back..." and your master.

Mu Xianfeng covered her mouth and smiled lightly, watching Jianzi chanting a poem and disappearing into light, the smile gradually faded from her face.

"Senior Jianzi, when you come again, Feng'er will still be Feng'er, but the master...is no longer the master."

She looked back at the pavilions of Shulou Xifeng, revealing a look of worry that could not be concealed.

Long Su was lying on the white-haired recliner in Xifeng of Shulou, holding a vermilion fruit in his hand.

It was a fruit the size of a baby's fist. It was bright red, smooth and shiny, and could be broken by blowing bombs. It was really beautiful.

Su Guo, with its red color and blazing taste, is a holy medicine for healing, which can quickly recover power, and is especially good at treating old heart injuries, but it is nothing more than... a bit expensive.

"Shulou Longsu, why are you hesitating?" he murmured.Shulou Longsu does things as he pleases, and it is difficult to decide when to look forward and backward like this, only when it involves...

Thinking of this, he simply took the Tongjue prepared by Xianfeng, squeezed the vermilion fruit with his thumb, and let the bright red juice drip into the Tongjue.The vermilion fruit shriveled, leaving a thin skin soon, and the blood-like juice in the cup slowly accumulated, submerging the Yunlei banana leaf pattern carved on the bronze cup.

He casually threw away the fruit peel, raised the copper cup, brought it close to his lips, and then stopped suddenly.

He knew what was in the cup, and he knew exactly what would happen after he drank it—from then on, he cut it down with a knife, and there was no turning back.

Not even a chance to regret it.

Shulou Longsu has always been a selfish person, he knows how to treat himself best, except for a sword son Xianji, he has almost never made a loss-making business.

Jianzi has made a choice, and it is time for him to make a choice.

Long Su smiled, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The entrance is fishy and sweet, the throat is pungent, and the interior is hot.

"Follow it back, the road is long and obstructive. Follow it back, and you will be in the middle of the water... So this is the fruit." He coughed violently, but laughed more and more. Depressed to give up.

He closed his eyes, stopped laughing slowly, and let the medicine take effect.

Bursts of burning pain in his body traveled through his internal organs like waves, and gradually spread to his brain. Gradually, his consciousness began to blur.

Those things that linger in the past, those that are sweet and palpitating, those that are irretrievably bitter—those that he thought he would never forget in this life, are like sand sculptures on the seashore, gradually eroded by the waves of tides, The pieces collapsed and turned into sand that flowed away with the water, no longer alive.

"Crack", the copper jue fell to the ground, and the remaining juice slowly dripped out along the texture of the cup wall, like a drop of blood and tears falling.

The sun is setting, and the rays of the sun are shining all over Shulou.

Mu Xianfeng walked into the inner hall with the food box in her hand. She raised the beaded curtain and bowed to salute, "Master, it's time to eat."

The curtains cut from vermilion streamlined damask were erratically blown by the evening wind that came in through the window.

The man lying on the couch with his eyes closed and meditating slowly woke up, and let out a "hmm".

The moment the curtain was lifted, Mu Xianfeng took a light breath, swallowed back the exclamation, and lowered her head to start arranging dishes and tableware.

The people behind the curtain noticed it. He took the hollow ivory chopsticks from Xianfeng and asked casually, "Feng'er, are you afraid of me?"

Mu Xianfeng shook her head, "No, Feng'er was just surprised that the master's injury healed so quickly, no wonder Suguo is so precious, it turns out it has such a miraculous effect."

"Yeah, I was both surprised and delighted." Long Su seemed to smile, then paused, "Now, I can free up my hands to deal with those rogue parties."

"Feng'er, go and revoke the order immediately, save the witch doctor's family, and then let them spread the news of my serious injury."

"Yes."

The evening wind rolled up the curtain, revealing the figure of the dragon head of the Confucian sect, still adorned with jewels, reflecting his emotionless eyes, but with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips.