[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

Tick, tick, tick...

The sound of water coming from nowhere was very obvious in the extremely silent darkness.

Jianzi walked slowly in the darkness. In this darkness that cannot be penetrated by eyesight, the sound of water was the only guide.

Gradually, the sound of the water became louder and louder, like rushing water. He could tell that it came from under his feet.The cold water soaked his shoes, and the undercurrent swirled around his feet, and he waded through it without wavering or fearing.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, there seemed to be a slow breath approaching behind him, and the breath hit the back of his neck, like the wind before a summer thunderstorm, with restless restlessness implied in the damp heat.

Jianzi stopped in his tracks, didn't move, and didn't look back.

The cool hand covered Jianzi's eyes in the dark, with a delicate and cold touch like marble.

In the darkness, someone grabbed Jianzi from behind, held Jianzi's waist with one hand, and passed his shoulder with the other, and leaned over - while his body was getting close to him, the man licked the sword with his head tilted. lip lines.

There was an extremely gentle kiss, and the ambiguous sound of water resounded in the silence.

Tick, tick, tick...

The spotless white clothes were pierced by the blade and soaked by the surging blood.The blood dripped down, splashing countless ripples in the stagnant water under his feet.

"Aren't you going to hide?" the man stopped, holding the dagger and going deeper inch by inch, and asked with a smile.

Still the tone of spring is warm and full of tenderness.

Suddenly, the darkness receded like a tide, Jianzi finally saw clearly, they were standing in the middle of a rushing water, Long Su's blood-red eyes were fixed on him, suddenly smiled, and let go of the sword again, "My Got it, is this what you want?"

Long Su took a step back, pulled out the dagger suddenly, and covered the wound with the sword, but saw that the heart of the person in front of him was also stained purple with blood.

The same wound, the same bloodstain, even the blood dripping from the corner of the clothes all happened at the same instant.

"So they wanted to drag me to hell, am I right, Jianzi?"

"No, you're wrong," he brushed the sword loosely over the skirt of his clothes, and in an instant, the blood-soaked snow-white Taoist uniform was clean again, without even a tear, and the fatal wound disappeared without a trace.

Jianzi removed the illusion from his body, and shook his head slightly at the stunned person in front of him, "What I want is not to die together, but to live together—besides, you are not Long Su, are you?"

The man laughed, wiped off the blood on his body, and asked with great interest, "How did you guess that?"

"Before Long Su left, he said 'If you are not as good as Huangquan, you will not meet each other'. Although Jianzi has been lucky recently, he has not memorized it so quickly to reach Huangquan." Jianzi said.

Jianzi was calm and calm, but the man sneered, "But you wanted to see him in your heart, so I appeared; you knew he hated you, so I let you see blood."

"You're right," Jianzi didn't deny it, his eyes were soft and calm as water, "so you can't hurt me."

The man was startled when he heard the words, "You Taoist priest, you are really boring. Forget it, you can go—this place is not a place to stay for a long time." After finishing speaking, he waved his wide sleeves, and a hurricane suddenly rolled up, and the surrounding space was distorted like a mirror, flowers and water. When he got up, the man turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute..." Under an inexplicable impulse, Jianzi couldn't help calling out to him.

"What?" The man turned around, long pearl-purple hair hanging lazily by his side, and a light robe, as if he was about to ride the wind to go home.

"You..." The words choked in his mouth, Jianzi was at a loss for words, he stopped impulsively, but he didn't know what to say.

The man smiled comprehensibly, and a familiar smile appeared on a familiar face—hard-edged and unassuming, "Dreams will eventually wake up, you came here by wading, don't you understand what you want?"

Everything is like a dream bubble, and it shatters one after another.

"Tick-tock", something dripped onto the face, icy, like enlightenment.

"...Ah, look, his wound is healing by itself!" A child next to his ear shouted in surprise.

"Hoohoo, interesting..." There was another young man who was obviously much calmer than the child, "Okay, Master Ninth, let's go cook."

"Hmph, Shaoai, you are exploiting child labor again." The child complained, but went out obediently.

When Jianzi opened his eyes, he happened to see Ah Jiu hopping out of the room with his tiger-striped tail waving. A young man in a yellow robe pointed at the head of the bed with a pipe, where there stood a bowl of concoction as black as ink. "Awake? Drink the medicine."

After drinking the bowl of indescribable medicine, Jianzi was speechless for a while.

The pharmacist understood, and said with a smile, "Ah Jiu boiled the medicine by himself, please be more patient." Then he introduced himself, "Pharmacist Mu Shaoai."

"Thank you, benefactor." Although the older and the younger seemed to be out of place, Jianzi thanked him solemnly.

Mu Shaoai sighed, "As expected of Su Huanzhen's true friends, one 'please senior' and one 'thank you, my benefactor', the old man still wants to live a few more years."

"By the way, you are seriously injured. Although the fall from above is healing on its own, the person who injured you is a master, and you have no defenses. The palm hits the vitals, and the palm energy shakes the internal organs, and the internal injuries are lingering. , you need to rest for a while." Mu Shaoai reminded him.

"I still have to trouble Engong, the current situation...Jianzi really can't rest assured."

"Oh," Mu Shaoai took a drag on his cigarette, and continued slowly, "First of all, you need to be able to stand up before talking."

In the quiet courtyard, there is only the sound of the wind.

"...Master, master?"

After calling several times, Long Su, who was leaning on the couch, opened his eyes, looked at Mu Xianfeng with worried eyes, and gave her a comforting look, "It's okay, it was just a dream just now—Is it over? "

"Well," Xianfeng nodded, "Everything went as you expected. Ying Wuyou took that one back to the Confucian School. The Confucian School was shocked and half-believed. After all, Deng Jiuwu and the Confucian School have no old grudges."

Long Su raised his head and changed into a comfortable position, "Don't worry, Deng Jiuwu will admit it in the future. Speaking of which, he should be looking for me now," smiled nonchalantly, and continued, "If that's the case, then I will also It's time to go out and seek justice for the death of my senior brother."

"But..." Xianfeng hesitated to speak, with a very worried tone.

"Don't worry, I'm just a little tired, and it doesn't affect my skills very much. Besides, Deng Jiuwu has a request from me, so I won't do it easily." Long Su comforted.

Only then did Xianfeng feel relieved, and he raised his heart again, and couldn't help asking: "Master's sudden weakness, could it be Mr. Jianzi... Well, I don't know how Mr. is doing now."

"I'm fine, of course he won't die." As if very tired, Long Su closed his eyes again, and his voice softened, "However, I saw some interesting things just now..." Unknowingly fell asleep.

"Master Ninth's scorched rice, please use." The pharmacist came in with a plate of food.

Jianzi felt his eyes go dark, shook his head and sighed: "It's too polite, I have practiced Taoism for a long time, I don't need to eat and drink every day... Please don't bother Mr. Jiu."

"Fufu, you don't have to choose what to eat when you're sick," even though he said that, Mu Shaoai put down the food plate, and didn't force him any more. He found a place to sit down and started chatting, "Speaking of which, when you were unconscious , The will to survive is quite strong. First, most of your skill is lost, and then you get a solid palm, and finally fall, the murderer must have thought you were dead."

Jianzi smiled wryly, "Naturally, he can't die, the Central Plains is still in crisis, and the scheme of the Holy Trail has not been exposed yet..."

But of course the pharmacist was too lazy to listen to his concern for the country and the people, so he cut in directly: "There are still beauties waiting for you."

"..." Jianzi choked on his saliva.

Shaoai blinked, "I heard your name..." He showed an expression that you understand me and we all understand.

Jianzi was stunned before he realized, "You misunderstood, it was just unintentional raving."

Shaoai's half-smile was not a smile, "No, what is said unintentionally is often the truth."

With the attitude that gossip is beneficial to the body and mind, Mu Shaoai couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "To that dragon girl..."

As the description became darker and darker, Jianzi gave up explaining, and corrected helplessly: "It's not a girl."

The pharmacist is well-informed, so naturally he didn't change his countenance, and changed his words in a polite manner: "To that Mr. Long, what are you running away from?"

Some things are easier to talk to strangers.Jianzi thought for a while, and finally expressed his hidden worries, "After stepping into the source of heaven and earth, time has no meaning for us. Bai Yuncanggou, everything in the world is destined to pass away, attachment is suffering, why bother."

After Jianzi finished speaking, Mu Shaoai stared at him for a long time, took two puffs of cigarettes, and said with emotion, "No wonder you are the peak of Taoism, you are really... a natural cultivator."

Not staying in such a calm atmosphere for a long time, Mu Shaoai had already put down the pipe, "Then you can go, anyway, you are destined to die one day, why should I save you now."

The doctor's ridicule made Jianzi smile, "I understand what you mean, but he is not an ordinary person..."

Shaoai showed an expression of hating iron but not steel, "The famous Taoist peak is not an ordinary person, and he is also my patient."

What he meant, Jianzi naturally understood.

Shaoai laughed loudly, "Those messy things, if you pay attention to them, it is an important matter, if you don't pay attention to it, it is a trivial matter that is not worth mentioning."

Jianzi lowered his head, just smiled, noncommittal, "Engong is more free and easy than me."

"That's not necessarily the case. When things come to an end, maybe I have more worries than you." Mu Shaoai admitted it very frankly.

Jianzi lay down slowly on the big welcoming pillow, his eyes were half closed, as if he was resting with his eyes closed, or he seemed to be in deep thought.

The regrets and setbacks from so long ago can no longer be recovered, and the sea of ​​consciousness has returned to the farewell of the palace lantern curtain.

"Maybe what you said is right, but unfortunately everything is meaningless."

"too late."

I thought that even if we would be friends of gentlemen from now on, we will advance and retreat together, but step by step, we are irretrievably heading towards a different path.

In the final analysis, Jianzi Xianji has Jianzi Xianji's considerations, Confucian dragon head has Confucian dragon head's planning, no one is willing to give in, leaving aside old friendships, they just broke out the hidden conflicts in advance.

Jianzi was never willing to force, but he had to.

As the leader of the Star Locking Art between the two, Jianzi can seal Long Su's body and force him to retire.

Although his life and soul were locked in from now on, Long Su would inevitably have to share his injuries and take great risks, but... when the righteous people want to kill the rebel dragon in the Central Plains, they have to take into account the additional sacrifices they will make.

The Star Locking Art is a cage, and Long Su, who has broken free from the cage, may not be safer.

However, Jianzi knew that Long Su was not a person willing to dormant, he broke away from Confucianism, and lived incognito in the Northwest for several years. During these years of turning light into darkness, he must have already set up a countermeasure.One day, Zilong will reappear gorgeously, setting off a bloody storm.At that time, Gu Chen can only be selfless.

Not as good as Huang Quan and no meeting?No way, we'll see each other soon.