[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

The night rain is drizzling, and the palace lanterns are scattered, and the red lanterns at the corners of the eaves are fluttering in the wind, reflecting the backs of people waiting in the pavilion.

The man in purple rolled up his jeweled sleeves, picked up the pen, stopped, turned his wrist, the tip of the pen flashed with silver light, and caught a strand of ink in the rain curtain to moisten the ink. yes:

The mayfly, the heaven and the earth depend on it, the water waves are not prosperous, the smoke and the moon are idle.

The bamboo shadows swayed, and a man in white came slowly with an umbrella. His sleeves were lightly lifted, but there was no trace of rain.

The man in purple didn't raise his head, but there was a faint smile on his lips. Although he was relaxed before, there was still a trace of distractedness from waiting for a long time. Now that the waiting man has arrived, he finally spoke, with a bright and gentle voice: "Friend Jian Zixian Trace, give me a sentence."

The visitor came under the shadow of wind, rain and bamboo, and said step by step, "Forget the dust and the people, covered with thousands of mountains, and the mountains are always misty." During the speech, another line of dripping ink fell on the blank half of the paper.

Jianzi Xianji stepped into the pavilion, folded his umbrella and stood upside down under the porch pillar, letting out a soft breath.Even if one is innate in Taoism, trekking in the rain late at night is not a pleasant thing.

What's more, the dispute between the Central Plains and the people of Yekouyue has resumed, the Daoist of the Swordsman and Shu is in deep trouble, and the bloodthirsty tribe frequently hurts people. Denied, he felt relaxed for a long time, just thinking about the ins and outs of today's appointment...he couldn't make cold jokes to amused him like in the past.

"Okay, what a forgetful person," Long Su lifted up this page, looked at it carefully, and said with a half-smile, "My friend, if I hadn't heard about your recent great achievements in detail, I would have thought that you were still the one who worked behind closed doors. A sword of self-admiration."

Hearing the sarcasm in Long Su's ridicule, the dissatisfaction that seemed to be pointed out in the words, which was expected by Jianzi, and the trace of hidden worry when he came also slowly let go.

Ridiculousness also represents relief, and irony also represents intimacy. Such a proper intimacy will undoubtedly wipe out the embarrassment and ambiguity of the last meeting.

From then on...they forgot about each other, it had nothing to do with romance, it was just a close friend.

"That's right, now the words 'Closing a car behind closed doors' are worthy of Long Su." After speaking, Jianzi sat down on the other side of the stone table.

Long Su picked up the bamboo tube of sake and poured him a cup, "Pour this cup for you."

The ones that Long Su brought with him were naturally not ordinary.The color of the wine was clear, and it became more fragrant after being warmed. Jianzi smelled it, but said: "Jianzi is really flattered that Longshou is so enthusiastic."

Hearing this, Long Su raised his pipe and protested euphemistically, "My friend, what you said really hurt my feelings. I am sincere to you."

Jianzi Xianji is still calm, and the eight winds are not moving, "I'm afraid I have nothing to do."

That little thought was exposed, Long Su remained calm, with an exaggerated wry smile on his face, "My friend misunderstood, this cup is to comfort Jian Ziru who has been working for the martial arts recently, but it's a pity that Confucianism has been troubled recently, I really can't get rid of it I have no choice but to put the heavy burden on you and Buddha Jian, two good friends."

He shook his fan lightly and sighed, "I'm really ashamed."

Jianzi raised the bamboo cup, "Long Su, do you really want to contribute to the martial arts?"

"The sages said: Cultivate one's morality, regulate one's family, and bring peace to the world. It's a pity that I have little talent and learning, and the Confucianism under my rule is not clear, and I have not yet unified my family. I can only be powerless." Long Su said it should be reasonable, with a frank face.

Jianzi snorted lightly, noncommittal to his reason.

Not to mention that Long Su was appointed heir since he was a child, and his succession was a matter of course. During the few years when the previous master Xiansheng was seriously ill, Long Su started to take care of Confucianism affairs. With Long Su's wrist, if the Confucianism is still not stable, then It's a joke.

Up to now, Long Su was still going around in circles, Jianzi took a sip of the sake and said, "Why did you invite me today, just tell me the truth."

Shulou Longsu also pretended to be sitting upright, and clarified the situation, "Xuankong Island came down, Yekouyue made a disaster, and the martial arts in the Central Plains suffered heavy losses. I heard that you mediated through many parties and decided three battles. It's a pity that one wins one. Fortunately, in the fourth battle, Du Yiwei turned the tide and demarcated the border with the Yekouyue people, and Fang temporarily calmed down the fighting between the two parties."

"If there is a big grievance, there must be more grievances. Xiaoxiaoyekouyue people, you should not worry about it. This peace of mind should be due to the expectation that the bloodthirsty clan will be watching, and the snipe and the clam will fight for the fisherman's benefit."

Jianzi listened, "Well, Long Su really doesn't leave his house, he knows the world; he doesn't peek into the world, he sees the way of heaven."

Long Su waved his hands again and again, "Oh, I don't dare to do it. But, Jianzi, I don't know what plan you have for the bloodthirsty clan?"

"Move randomly."

Another plausible statement.

Although Shulou Longsu was not surprised by such an answer, he was also a little displeased—Jianzi still had reservations about him after all, and when he changed his mind, his speech became sharper, "The other party can let you do whatever you want." And move?"

Jianzi looked at him, and finally said the first sentence of the night, "The Buddha sword has returned from a future where hope is extinguished, and I have vowed to go against the sky, and I am obliged to do so."

Sure enough, after beating around the bush for a long time, this is Jianzi Xianji's answer, and it really is—as expected.

Shulou Longsu lightly shook his precious fan, lightly helping him clarify his unfinished meaning, "You are here to expel the bloodthirsty clan and save the world against the heavens."

Jian Zi murmured, rubbing the bamboo cup in his hand, it was smooth only after many years of touching.

The familiar touch made him feel relieved - he and Long Su have known each other for hundreds of years, and the days of acquaintance have long been a long-lasting memory, and even this small cup for drinking and drinking tea has been talking and fighting all night for many years. The inside is worn out.

After all, it's been... for so long.

Jianzi squeezed the bamboo cup tightly as if nothing had happened, concealed the sudden softening, looked at Long Su, and said: "Long Su, I also hope you... like this."

Long Su may have understood the meaning of his words, or he may have pretended not to understand his persuasive suggestion, paused, and changed the subject, "Unfortunately, among the three religions, apart from our Confucian sect, there is a clear mechanism. The Ru Dao Sect has long been scattered, and the same is true for the Shenyuan Buddha Realm, and the bloodthirsty clan has lasted for thousands of years, and now it is making a comeback, if it cannot unite the three religions to compete, it will be difficult."

During Long Su's words, another round was revealed, and another round was opened, pointing directly at the leaders of the three religions.

Unsurprisingly, Jianzi sighed slightly in his heart.

After hundreds of years of acquaintance, they are very familiar friends. They are so familiar that they can predict the other party's reaction when they speak a word-can predict that it will not be the same as what they expected.

Deep to shallow tacit understanding, close and distant feelings.

Even though there was a turmoil in his heart, it was only a moment between the gaps in the words, Jianzi Xianji replied cleverly, and asked: "Don't care about other things, are you willing?"

The topic turned to the Three Religions, but Jianzi kept silent and refused to talk about it. Long Su knew it was because of the word "jixin", and when it came to this word, Jianzi was always more wary of him, so he satirized Said: "What you mean is that the three of us are going to fight bloodthirsty people?"

Jianzi Xianji insisted on his opinion, "It may not be impossible to unite as one."

What a Taoist priest, this is a Tai Chi cloud hand move, and he pushed it back again.

Long Su smiled, but there was a blade-like coldness in his smile, "Jianzi Xianji, you are really good at calculating, but you are too clever."

Jianzi Xianji lowered his eyes, put down the bamboo cup, and said calmly, "The wine is cold."

Shulou Longsu suddenly turned around, waved his robe sleeves, and a foot of fire burst up on the stove, wrapping the wine pot and burning fiercely.

—It's just a little effort.

The smell of wine smelt from the fire, and it had a hint of domineering warmth.Jianzi didn't answer for a while, and Long Su didn't urge them, the two sat quietly and waited for the wine to warm up, only the sound of burning charcoal peeling off, accompanied by the tireless sound of rain.

There was a flash of light in the rain, and a letter had already flown into the pavilion.Jianzi caught the letter with his hands, unfolded it for a quick look, and a look of shock and anger appeared on his face.

Long Su spoke again, already calmly, "What happened?"

With a wave of his sword whisk, he stood up, "A message from Haojiju, Qiushan Linfeng Wojiangzi was killed by Jiuyou, the silver fox is missing, Aoxiao Hongchen has broken into the Hanging Island - the situation is urgent, my friend, thank you Your hospitality, I will go first."

"Well, Aoxiao Hongchen has a stubborn personality, if he tears up the peace treaty with Yekouyueren in a fit of anger, it will be a waste of all previous efforts, you go quickly." Long Su said thoughtfully.

Jianzi was about to step out of the pavilion when he heard Long Su call to stop him:

"Jianzi, I agree."

This is an answer to Jianzi's words just now that left the two of them in a cold stand, meaning that they are willing to save the world and the heavens together at the peak of the three religions.

Long Su sighed: "It's a mistake to make a bad friend. The two friends have devoted themselves to it. How can Long Su be afraid of death."

Jian Zi was startled, turned to look at Long Su, nodded slightly to signal, everything was kept silent.

Watching the sword go away, Long Su took a sip of the cold wine in his glass, and the helplessness and concern on his face slowly disappeared with the wine in his throat. With coldness and anticipation, he murmured: "I'm afraid you will regret today's request in the future."

Jianzi, alcohol can be warmed at any time, but it is not so easy to warm up a cold heart.

In the rain, Mu Xianfeng came with an umbrella holding the qin. She entered the pavilion and carefully placed the deep purple Fuxi-style guqin in her hand on the table. I will bring the 'Qin Sang Green Branches', please appreciate it."

Long Su stretched out his hand, and the moment he touched the strings, he frowned involuntarily. The sound moved with the strings, and a very clear sound of the piano resounded through the air, like gold and stone striking each other, but also solid and dignified. Long Su showed satisfaction, " It really is a good piano."

Xianfeng didn't miss Long Su's dissatisfaction just now, and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

"Clear and gentle," Long Su commented, and the letter continued to play, and the sound of the piano followed intermittently, spreading around the beam. He said lightly amidst the sound of the piano, "It's just that I'm not used to it, and I'll be fine when I get used to it." .”

After playing the que for a while, but the tune was not completed, Long Su put his hands aside and asked, "Xianfeng, is there any news from Confucianism about the killing of Wo Jiangzi by Jiuyou?"

Xianfeng tilted her head and thought for a while, "I heard that Jiuyou invited Wo Jiangzi to discuss the matter of jointly dealing with bloodthirsty clans. Wo Jiangzi went alone, but was besieged and killed after being poisoned. , Feng'er was surprised, the two parties had already made a peace agreement, why did Jiuyou suddenly provoke?"

Long Su pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled, "Feng'er, don't you think that this sudden intensification of the conflict between the two sides, which makes the two sides know not to be impulsive, but can't help but aggravate the conflict, is somewhat familiar?"

"Could it be bloodthirsty?"

"Yes, but not really," Long Su said with emotion, "That person is especially good at disguising his ability to change, and he also roams among the three parties. In terms of insidiousness, there are few people in the martial arts world that can match him."

Mu Xianfeng suddenly realized, "It's the magic dragon offering sacrifices to heaven! Mr. Jianzi and the others are still in the dark, should we tell them?"

Long Su waved his hand and said, "No need, send someone to contact Molong—he's probably going to be in trouble soon, and needs my advice."

Mu Xianfeng was startled, and persuaded politely: "Master helps the magic dragon solve the trouble, and sooner or later it will get into trouble."

"It's trouble, but it's also an opportunity."