[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

The green grass beside the ancient road and the willows outside the long pavilion make the white-clothed Taoist under the tree seem to melt into the emerald green.

Deng Jiuwu reined in the reins, slowly stopped the carriage, his heart was tense, and he looked at Jianzi vigilantly.

Jianzi had a gentle expression on his back. He was carrying his whisk and sword, standing leisurely among thousands of green silk ribbons, as if he just passed by by chance.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Hongye in the carriage asked in surprise.

Before Deng Jiuwu could figure out how to deal with it, Jianzi was already smiling and said loudly: "I heard that Madam is going to retire with the prince, Jianzi is here to see him off."

When he said this, Hongye was both surprised and happy, and Deng Jiuwu was also relieved - he was not afraid of fighting Jianzi, but he didn't want to cause trouble with Hongye.

"Since the lord intends to change his past and become good, Su Zhenzhen and I both agreed not to pursue the relationship with Gongsun Yue and Mrs. Yue before," Jian Zisu Rong said, "However, the relatives and friends of the rest of the victims killed for their lives. We are not qualified to expose it on their behalf, so please be careful all the way, my lord."

Mrs. Hongye and Deng Jiuwu looked at each other, Deng Jiuwu patted Hongye's hand to tell her not to worry, and then solemnly thanked Jianzi: "I see, thank you for your kindness."

The carriage moved slowly again, Jianzi nodded slightly, watching them go away.

After the carriage drove for a while, Deng Jiuwu suddenly remembered that he forgot to tell Jianzi something, and sighed to Mrs. Hongye in the carriage, "I seem to have forgotten to tell him that he has returned to vulgarity."

Madam Hongye couldn't help covering her lips and smiling, "It's okay, Mr. Long Su is here."

What she said... When you think about it carefully, there is a deep meaning in it.

Deng Jiuwu took a turn to figure it out, and couldn't help laughing after being stunned, "How do you see it?"

"It was that time, when I invited Mr. Jianzi to a banquet, when he saw that dish," Hongye sighed softly when she said this, "I can't hide my eyes."

Since Xianfeng was sent by Longsu, it is clear at a glance who the owner of Osmanthus osmanthus Qinglu is.

"I hope they can figure it out too." Deng Jiuwu said, putting down the felt curtain to block the wind for Hongye.

It is far better to be full of mountains and rivers than to have pity for the people in front of you.

Beiyu Imperial City Ruins.

Since the fall of the Beichen Dynasty and the burning of the imperial city, few people came here.

The glazed gold tiles of the past have sunk into the mud; the carved railings and jade brickwork of the past have become ruins.Only the stone carving of the dragon standing on the steps still stands majestically, but gradually climbs up the moss and vines, silent in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Long Su looked up at the mottled stone carvings, and was speechless for a while.

But a few months ago, this was the ancient capital of the Beichen Dynasty that had been passed on for thousands of years. Once the dynasty changed, the prosperity disappeared.

Suddenly, he turned around as if feeling something.

On the collapsed stone platform, stood another person—his whole body covered in a dirty cloak, his unkempt hair exposed, standing among the ruins, like a cold and gloomy poisonous snake peeping in the dark.

"Shulou Longsu," the man's voice was hoarse, no longer the gentleness and joy of Mr. Qianqian, "I didn't expect to meet you here."

"Meeting you, I was also surprised... Your Majesty." The last two words were uttered, which successfully changed the man's face.

"Hahahaha, Your Majesty?" Beichen Yuanhuang smiled like a maniac, the dark hatred in his eyes made him look like a ghost, "Longsu is no longer the leader of the Confucian sect, what is the difference between you and me?"

"The difference is that I am not the leader of the dragon, and the Confucian school is still owned by me, but the dynasty has been destroyed," Long Su said lightly, "Speaking of it, it is also comforting to stand shoulder to shoulder with Wang Zhongyong to protect the lord, and the separation between father and son in danger has disappeared." .”

If there hadn't been a sudden change, Beichenyin would be very popular, and there would be a day when Beichen Yuanhuang couldn't tolerate him.At that time, Long Su and Yuan Huang were fighting, Yuan Huang did not kill his relatives, and Long Su did not kill Jian Zi.In the end, no one had the upper hand.

"So what, in the end..." Yuanhuang didn't want to talk anymore, walked down from the stone platform, pulled the cloak that was blown up by the evening wind, and was about to leave.

In the east wind at dusk, he walked away from the ruined ancient capital, feeling that his life was like a joke.

——He has been the crown prince of a country since he was a child, but his gentleness, courtesy, generosity and benevolence are not worth a drop of the blood of a real prince; he is filial to his mother, dedicated to his lover, and enthusiastic to his friends. He has tried his best to be good to everyone around him, but it is a pity. In the end, no one stayed by his side; he was so thirsty for talent that he spared no expense to hire a leather drummer, but the only reward he got was a betrayal that was imminent.

He spared no effort to be a wise king, but in the end he became a subjugated king who ruined his country for a thousand years.

"Ha...that's ridiculous." He laughed at himself, his hoarse voice was like a night owl's moaning.

Holding the fan, Long Su quietly watched him go away, then looked at the city in the twilight, and sighed slowly.

Even if one possesses supreme power, one cannot escape the tricks of fate.

The hero's end, the emperor's downfall, and the mighty Beichen Dynasty were annihilated in an instant.

Baiyun Canggou, a hundred generations become smoke, who can control his own destiny, and there is no restraint in the direction of the heart.

Deng Jiuwu's retirement does not mean that the world will be peaceful from now on. After the opening of the Dao of Amnesty, rumors of alien demons began to spread, and unknown shadows gradually shrouded the future of the plight.

However, for Jianzi, the most difficult thing at present... is the uninvited and enthusiastic guest Xianji.

Unfortunately, his previous wounds had not healed, and he hurriedly left Xianni Migu to go to a geography division, which caused the old wounds to recur. .

Not only Jianzi alone, but I heard that the talented scholar Tan Wuyu has been deeply involved in the marriage contract with Yin Wudu recently, Fojian's friend was forced to marry a "witch" in the realm of Chunlin, and even the model lover Butterfly Jun encountered a situation where he took the initiative to ask for help. The concubine's beautiful dancer...

A handful of rotten peach blossoms that bloomed in adversity made all the congenital masters suffer so much that they couldn't speak.

Even so, the difficult situation ushered in a rare calm.

In such a short period of peace, news of the upheaval in the Confucian School spread, but it only caused passers-by to sigh in astonishment.

The former lord Shulou Longsu who left Confucianism because of his status as a bloodthirsty clan refused the request of the elders of Confucianism to invite him to return. He set up his own family in Longmen Dao and founded the supreme organization of Confucianism, called "Confucianism Tianxia", with three divisions and three divisions. Prison, abolished the old religious system, abolished many red tapes and regulations, and followed the instructions of the dragon head in advance and retreat.

This move caused an uproar in Confucianism. Some senior and powerful elders were furious and accused him of "forgetting the ancestors" and "being rude to the upright son". Talk, Long Su just smiled when he heard it, didn't take it seriously, and said casually: "Those who believe in me will follow their own destiny. Those who don't believe in me will live for themselves."

The word spread, causing more old Confucian scholars to jump their feet, but more and more young, vigorous and ambitious students couldn't help rushing to Longshou's command.

The world of Confucianism, Xifeng Pavilion.

The pigeons fluttered down, and Xianfeng, who was taking care of the flowers and plants, took off the letter paper on the pigeon's legs. After a brief look, she couldn't help but turn pale with shock, and hurried into the inner court to report, "Master, there is news that the magic dragon sacrificed to the sky and went to the realm of suddenness." The direction, sir, he may be in danger!"

The ice strings lingered with the fingers, and the melodious and free-spirited sound was like climbing a building overlooking the mountains and rivers in the flat bank. without him."

"Master, sir, his old injury..." Xianfeng bit her lip, and wanted to continue, but she caught a glimpse of Long Su's face, and suddenly fell silent, but the pleading expression on her face was obvious.

"Stand back." Long Su ordered coldly again with anger condensed between his brows.

Xianfeng stopped making a sound, bowed and left after saluting.

The melody is calm and unhurried, and the person playing the qin sits alone in the empty pavilion. The sound of the qin is like a vortex in the water, the ax and the ax compete, the sword and halberd fall, and the endless chilling.

Flying from the East to the Shrike and flying from the West to the West, it is not as good as Huangquan, and there is no meeting.

Jianzi is surprised and delighted by the Duyeren's visit.

After the farewell a few years ago, he lost the news of Duyeren. People in the rivers and lakes come and go in a hurry, gathering and dispersing impermanently. It is enough to make people happy to see each other again by fate.

While looking at Su Ranzhi's new attire, Du Yeren approached Jianzi and said with a smile, "It's really a big change."

For some reason, he laughed, but it made Jianzi feel strange.

——After the lonely night man lost his wife, he never smiled again.

Jianzi instinctively raised his vigilance. Immortal Fairy had already warmly greeted her with the teapot. The moment Du Yeren took the teacup, there was an imperceptible treachery in the corner of his mouth.

"Be careful!" Jianzi didn't have time to remind, and pushed Xian Ji away with a palm, but he was inevitably hit by Duyeren's full force.

The strength of the thick palm was firmly imprinted on the chest, and the sword stepped back a few steps before barely stopping, blood splattered from the mouth, looked at the assassin who showed his true face, and said word by word, "It's you, the dragon sacrifices to the sky!" !"

The arrogant laugh belongs to a long-lost enemy.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the ferocious face of the demon dragon, "Jianzi Xianji, today is your death day."

"You are dreaming!" Xian Ji drew out her sword and stabbed at the dragon.

"Let's go!" Before Jianzi could stop him, the magic dragon flicked and directed Xian Ji's sword, followed closely behind with a palm, and was about to take Xian Ji's life, but saw the wind of the sword whistling, and the holy light chasing after him—it was Gu Dust came to help.

The demon dragon sneered, counterattacked Jianzi, and gave another palm praise, "Heaven and earth are destroyed!"

The palm wind affected Xian Ji, she vomited scarlet, fell to the ground and passed out.

Gu Chen's sword wind met the demon dragon's yin and cold palm wind, and the dust flew up in an instant.

As soon as he accepted the trick, Molong smiled even more proudly, "You are exhausted and the lamp is dry."

Jianzi took a few steps back, endured the surging blood in his mouth, supported his body with Gu Chen, his brows were locked, and he said without fear, "Not necessarily." His old wound was not healed, and he was conspired by the devil dragon to forcibly mobilize his inner yuan to rescue Xianji , has already caused damage to the tendons, at this time he reluctantly used Gu Chen, facing the menacing dragon, Jianzi knew that it might be difficult to save himself today.

With a dark sigh in my heart, thousands of thoughts floated in my heart, and there was only the last choice.

Flipping his wrist, a golden sword sank into his chest.Linlin's true energy erupted and formed a barrier, enveloping the comatose Fairy Fairy.

"Sword Immortal Trace, just let you not expect it."

"You're looking for your own death, and you'll save me a lot of trouble." The magic dragon laughed wildly, and left contentedly.

Blood flowed out from the wound continuously, his true energy was condensed, and the sword could not move. Seeing the dragon leave, he suddenly showed a relieved smile.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, mobilized the last of his true energy, and gathered it near the heart vein, only to see a faintly visible thread glowing with silver light emerging from the heart.The thread is extremely slender, yet extremely bright, even the most expensive jewelry in the world cannot match its splendid brilliance.

——That is the brilliance of extraterrestrial stars from the vast sky.

The invisible blade of the nether world swung down, and in an instant, the starlight shattered and disappeared in the world.

The drawn stars return to their original trajectories, and the locked souls are separated again.

What followed was a huge sense of emptiness in my heart, and a pain like a tear—that was the wail of the soul that was once firmly bound there was cut open.

Since then, the blue sky and the yellow spring have all disappeared.

Thousands of miles away, in a place that could not be seen with all eyesight, the same starlight suddenly lit up, like a white epiphyllum, and disappeared without a trace after it bloomed brightly.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and all the ice strings broke in response. Someone closed their eyes, and involuntarily covered the heart that had long stopped beating.

"Jianzi, is this the ending you want..."