[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

1. First acquaintance with Jun

When Jianzi met Long Su for the first time, he was still a little Taoist priest.

He followed his master to visit Mr. Xiansheng, the master of the Confucian sect. Mr. Xiansheng has been in charge of the Confucian sect for many years. He is delong Wangzun. Jianzi was a little nervous at first, but when he met, he found that he was an amiable old man with a white beard, a bit airy No, he immediately relaxed.

After the disciples served them tea, the two masters, one Confucian and one Taoist, began to chat.Jianzi stayed on the side drinking tea, and after sitting for a while, his buttocks began to twist and turn.

Mr. Xiansheng noticed it, he stroked his white beard and smiled, "Brother Yuanzhen, we two old men chatted for a whole day, I'm afraid your little apprentice can't sit still, let him go down to have some snacks."

Jianzi's master was also a little helpless, but when he caught a glimpse of the young apprentice's eyes suddenly lit up, he could only shake his head, "Forget it."

Mr. Xiansheng called his attendants to come in and lead Jianzi down. Before leaving, Taoist Yuanzhen told Jianzi, "This is an important place for Confucianism, you must know etiquette and abide by the rules, and you must not be reckless like you are in Taoism."

"Understood, Master!" Jianzi blinked, turned his head, rolled up his sleeves, and bowed to the attendant solemnly, "Big brother, I'm sorry." After saying that, he followed the attendant out of the inner hall.

Although he tried his best to maintain his demeanor, his sudden and brisk steps still betrayed his mood.

Watching him leave, Yuan Zhen couldn't help but sighed, "I'm so naughty, I'm laughing at you."

Mr. Xiansheng laughed and said: "The Ling disciples are innocent and innocent. It's not that they don't know etiquette. It's because of their pure heart and nature. Looking at their fundamental character, they are all excellent. Given time, they will achieve immeasurable achievements along the way."

"It's absurd, it's absurd," Yuan Zhen said again and again, but the expression on his face clearly agreed, "I still need to sharpen my mind and be pure-hearted."

The two quickly picked up the topic just now and continued to chat.

The attendant led Jianzi to a courtyard very close to the inner hall, walked around into the inner room, asked Jianzi to sit down and rest first, and went to fetch some tea and fruit first.

This is an extremely exquisite and luxurious room, with a complete set of furniture made of Suhe sunken wood. The curtains are made of light, soft and dense crocodile silk, which is automatic without wind; The white jade chilong is the hook, and the precious light is unparalleled.The window lattices and roof beams are all heavily carved and hollowed out, painted with gilt paint.Not to mention the famous calligraphy and paintings on the walls, and the tea sets on the table, everything has its origin.

Jianzi observed for a while, then gave up, and came to a conclusion——the owner here is a lover of extravagance and waste.

The attendants came back soon, and there were maidservants filing in behind them. They were agile, and after a while, a table of delicious snacks was set up, especially the crispy shrimp balls in the middle, which had a strong aroma and almost covered the rest. dessert.

The attendant said Yin Yin: "This is steamed from the extremely precious osmanthus clear dew. It is not only fragrant and delicious, but also can harmonize the spleen and stomach. You must try it."

Jianzi was about to put down his chopsticks when he saw a large group of people around him, he felt a little embarrassed.The sect master's personal attendant was astute, so he took the maidservants out on his own, leaving Jianzi alone to taste the delicious food.

Jianzi ate the delicious food on the teeth and cheeks, especially the crispy shrimp balls, which was so delicious that he would bite off his tongue, sighing that it was delicious in the world.

Suddenly someone opened the door and came in, and he heard an angry accusation: "Where did you come from a Taoist priest, you dare to go to the Confucianism gate to steal food!"

Jianzi was eating with relish, his cheeks were still bulging, and he was inexplicable when he heard the words, "What stealing food? The door master invited me to eat." He raised his head, and saw a child about his age coming in through the curtain.

Although the child was dressed as a Confucian scholar, but the gold belt was sewed with pearls, the clothes were luxurious, and his appearance was even more magnificent. He was holding a precious fan, with anger between his brows, but he still looked beautiful and beautiful, very lovely.

"Nonsense, if Shizun treats guests, he will definitely set up a banquet in the flower hall. How do you get to my room? Besides, I got up early in the morning and made these snacks with my own hands. The belly of a thief."

Jianzi rolled his eyes and spread his hands, "It's up to you whether you believe it or not, you can call the elder brother who is next to the sect master to confront him, he is the one who invited me in, and he is the one who brought the food - you are the disciple of Mr. Xiansheng Well, I didn't expect you to be so good at making dim sum, I've never eaten such delicious ones."

The little Confucian student "hummed" and believed it a little bit. "I think your master is willing to let you cook dim sum to entertain guests. He must think that your skills are more exquisite than those of the Confucian chefs. Although he has not tasted it, it can be seen that he is very clear about your intentions."

The little Confucian scholar still didn't speak, but the anger between his eyebrows dissipated, and his face improved a little.

Seeing this, Jianzi jumped down from the high-backed chair, and saluted the young Confucian scholar, "Jianzi's fairy trail under Taoist Yuanzhen's sect, thank you for the delicious food." Then he raised his head and showed a big smile to him.

The little Taoist priest in white bowed his body halfway. When he looked up, a pair of clear and clear eyes appeared from under the snow-colored eyebrows. Coupled with his pure and friendly smile, it reminded people of the wind blowing through the bamboo forest and slipping from the tip of the leaves. A drop of dew, a white feather that falls when the crane passes over the clear pool, lifts up the hen and vibrates to fly - such a graceful and beautiful, natural carved grace.

The little Confucian student was slightly taken aback, and bowed back, reporting his family name, "Under Mr. Xiansheng's family, Shulou Longsu."

After the misunderstanding was resolved, the two children with similar identities and circumstances naturally had many topics to talk about.Shu Lou Long Susu has a high opinion of himself, and thinks that none of the children of the same age can match his own intelligence and intelligence. In addition, he has a noble status, and he is more self-confident, and he refuses to make friends with others easily. The precocious and outstanding children immediately got together.By the time the masters of Confucianism and Taoism had talked for a day, and the banquet was held at dinner, the two children had already stuck together and chattered non-stop.

After dinner, no matter how reluctant he was, Long Su could only separate from Jianzi, and obediently went back to get ready for bed.And Jianzi followed the master to the prepared guest room to rest, before leaving, the lord of Confucianism called Jianzi, "Jianzi, you can blame me for not explaining to Long Su in advance, so that you were misunderstood? "

The little Taoist smiled slightly, "Since it's just a misunderstanding, just let it go."

Mr. Xiansheng was startled, and he was a little emotional, "You are really...I really envy Yuan Zhen for accepting such a transparent apprentice like you."

He seemed to say unintentionally: "Although Long Su is quick-witted, he is paranoid. He grew up in Confucianism. He has few relatives and is arrogant. It is rare to communicate with others. I am worried about him..."

Jianzi took the words, "Are you worried that he is too lonely? Don't worry, he is my friend, and I will often come to play with him."

Under the moonlight, the powerful Confucian master nodded to him, "Thank you very much."

2. The moon comes one by one

In the next year's Lantern Festival, Long Su finished his homework ahead of schedule, and then went to the Taoist gate to visit Taoist Yuanzhen. He persuaded him to let him go, and finally went to the Lantern Festival with Jianzi satisfied.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market lights up like daylight, pedestrians on the street crowded shoulder to shoulder, and the girls who were usually confined at home all took the opportunity to come out to play.

There is a poem that says: "Thousands of lanterns shine on trees, and seven branches of flower flames bloom." The lantern market is very lively.

The rich and powerful families set up Buddhist altars, burned incense and prayed for blessings, and set up a Dharma wheel. Tens of thousands of candles are like waterfalls, which rotate with the ice wheel and flow mistyly, just like receiving the sea of ​​stars from the nine heavens, reflecting the brilliance of the sky above and below the stage.

There is also a lantern dragon, with bamboo strips as bones and grass tied into shape. Inside, thousands of unreversible candles are placed with mechanisms, covered with green curtains and decorated with golden scales, making a group of people fly and dance, looking like golden dragons winding and flying, Along the way, gilded butterflies are sprinkled all over the place, causing people to pick them up with exclamations.

It was the first time for Long Su and Jian Zi to go out to watch the Lantern Festival by themselves, and it was very novel to stop and go around.After a while, Long Su lost interest in the simple and straightforward lantern riddles, so he followed Jianzi to chase the lantern dragon. The two were pushed forward by the crowd, afraid of being scattered by the crowd, they had to hold hands tightly.

"Long Su, look, the golden butterfly!" Jianzi picked up a piece from the pinching of hands all over the ground, reflecting the colorful light around him, the golden butterfly in his palm was shining brightly, as if he was holding a handful of cold cold moonlight.

"What's the matter, it's just gilt. I have many shiny gold objects in Confucianism." Long Su said, but his eyes were reluctant to leave.

"The gold you have is so stupid, it doesn't look good at all," Jianzi said cheerfully, "Look at—" He snapped his fingers suddenly, and the golden butterfly was thrown high up, flying in the air Because it is as thin as a cicada's wing, it spins and falls slowly, and the butterfly's wings tremble. Under the light of a piece of light, it is like a living butterfly stealing the light of the stars and the moon and dancing gracefully.

Even though Long Su was well-informed, he couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

The golden butterfly fell slowly, turned the sword over, put it in the palm, pulled up Long Su, and squeezed in the direction of Denglong from the crowd, "Let's go, let's go grab the golden butterfly again."

Long Su held his hand instead, with rare excitement on his face, and the two of them ran together and joined the army of butterflies.

Both of them practiced martial arts since they were young, and their hands and feet were nimble. After a while, they both grabbed a handful of golden butterflies. However, due to the crowd, Long Su's originally meticulously combed hair was half loose, and Jianzi was dressed in white. , also rubbed on the plaster, the two of you looked at me and I looked at you, and couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that it was getting late, they also walked back, holding hands, turned into an alley, leaving behind the street full of fiery trees, silver flowers, BMW fragrance and dust.Gradually, the noise disappeared, and they walked into the alleys of the outer city, where most of the poor people lived. In order to save fire and candles, the lights were turned off early at night, so it was pitch black along the way.

Fortunately, on the night of the full fifteenth month, the moonlight poured down like mercury, illuminating thousands of households in the night.

Long Su and Jian Zi looked at each other and smiled, at the same time, they performed the technique of lightness, soaring several feet high, turning around and emitting a little golden light, instantly flying golden butterflies all over the sky, reflecting the moonlight, spinning and flying in all directions.

Long Su and Jian Zi landed one after another, looked up at the sky quietly, and the golden butterflies fluttered down one after another, landing in front of and behind the houses of the surrounding people. From a distance, in the dark streets and alleys, there was a little bit of light faintly visible.

After spreading the golden butterflies, the two took a shortcut and went home.

Along the way, after reminiscing about the liveliness of the night, I still have something to say.

Long Su thought for a while and said, "When I inherit Confucianism, I will build a garden and burn thousands of lanterns all year round, so that we can enjoy the lanterns every day."

"Okay, if there is a day, I will definitely watch the lanterns with you every day."

3. Zhan Piqiao

The wind is blowing in the daytime, and the scenery is rushing westward.The two master disciples under the lord's sect, as they got older, they became more and more outstanding.

Long Su was internally designated as the future successor of the Confucianism sect. He was gradually not as sharp-edged, reserved and arrogant as he was when he was a child. Everyone said that he was no longer so domineering, and became warm and amiable. He was popular among Confucian disciples. One class is better than the other, coupled with the beautiful description and charming demeanor, no matter it is literary, ink or martial arts, they are all outstanding.When the guests who came to visit Mr. Xiansheng saw him, they would all sigh.

On the contrary, Jianzi has changed from his childhood detachment, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, becoming more restrained and harmonious.He is dressed in snow and has white hair, holding Fuchen and carrying a famous sword on his back.

After all, they were getting older and their schoolwork was getting heavier, so the two of them couldn't play together like they did when they were young.However, they have a tacit understanding with each other, ranging from half a month to more than a month, and one of them always finds time to visit the other, or make tea and chat, or walk on flowers to relax.

But recently, Jianzi went away on business, and the two haven't seen each other for several months.

On this day, Shulou Longsu was in the study, with a volume of Mao poems spread out on his desk, and he was copying and annotating.The wind blew in from the open window, making the paper rattle, and he was a little upset. He got up and was about to close the screen window when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar man in white clothes coming towards him amidst the shade of greenery.

Jianzi also seemed to notice that Long Su was looking at him—it was still that upright and straightforward face, but there was joy in the corners of his eyes and brows.

I haven't seen him for a few months, but Jianzi still looks the same... Well, maybe he has grown a little taller, Long Su thought, and couldn't help but smile, the moment he flashed his mind, the wind saw the opportunity, and the wind in his hand blew The scroll flipped quickly, he lowered his head, and caught a glimpse of a line of ink writing:

"Good at joking, not cruel."

Long Su weighed these two sentences, and felt that they were perfect for Jianzi, so he couldn't help pointing and reading out gently, he smiled slightly, slipped his fingers, but suddenly froze.

"What's the matter, how many books did you want to read this time?" Jianzi just walked into the study, saw Long Su staring at the books in a daze, and asked casually.

However, Long Su looked up as if suddenly awakened, and glanced at Jianzi. His gilt eyes were shining brightly, but there was a smile on his lips, which was a rare pure joy. He held the fan halfway, To cover up the unread poem:

"There are bandits and gentlemen, and they must not be shamed."

4. Ye Yu Lin Ling will never complain

In the second year, news suddenly came out from the Confucian School that Long Su was about to go to Xuehai Wuya for further study, and the return date was uncertain.

Jianzi was very surprised when he heard the news, although it is customary for the head of the Confucian sect to learn Hai, but according to Long Su's age, it should be a few years later, so why did he rush to learn Hai after the coronation ceremony.

Besides, he met Long Su half a month ago, and Long Su was still enthusiastically planning to travel to the northern border together.

In any case, it was a foregone conclusion for Long Su to go to Xuehai. Although he was puzzled, Jianzi hurriedly asked his master for leave and went to see Long Su farewell.

There was a lot of rain this year, and it lasted intermittently for a month. Seeing that the rainy season was about to begin, it became even more violent.

It was raining heavily, and Jianzi was waiting in the long pavilion ten miles away from Confucianism.When the large carriage with ornate carvings from Confucianism stopped outside the pavilion, a maid informed the inside of the carriage. Soon, Long Su raised the curtain and got out of the carriage.

Seeing that Long Su didn't intend to go into the pavilion to avoid the rain, Jianzi had no choice but to walk towards him holding an umbrella.An umbrella opened up a side of the world, temporarily separated from the bitter wind and rain, Jianzi let out a sigh of relief, although he hadn't seen each other for half a month, but seeing Long Su again in this situation, he also felt as if he had passed away.

The raindrops hit the ribs of the umbrella, crackling, splashing, dripping down along the edge, and wet the temples and sleeves of the two of them.Jian Zi looked at him, Long Su looked a little tired, but his arrogance was still eye-catching.

"Long Su, why are you going to Xuehai all of a sudden? I remember you said you would go again in a few years."

Long Su smiled quietly, and said casually: "Well, it was like this, but it happened suddenly, so I can only go first."

Seeing that he had mentioned it briefly, Jianzi guessed that it was inconvenient to disclose the internal affairs of the Confucianism Sect, so he stopped dwelling on it and asked the most concerned question, "Then when will you come back?"

Long Su lowered his head, was silent for a while, and said slowly, "I don't know, but I will always come back."

That's what it means to be out of date.

Seeing that he was suddenly depressed, Jianzi couldn't help feeling sad about parting. He handed the umbrella to Long Su, turned around and ran into the pavilion in the rain, and came out with a long stick in his arms.

Long Su held the umbrella, watched Jianzi run back under the umbrella, stuffed the cloth strip over, and opened his eyes wide, "This is it?"

Jianzi smiled, and tore off a corner of the package, revealing the lustrous texture of white jade, "Didn't you always want my Bai Yuqin, because it was bestowed by Master in the past, I couldn't give it back as a gift, today I told Master, he I agree to give it to you...you..."

Long Su suddenly hugged Jianzi together with Bai Yuqin's package, Jianzi froze suddenly and did not dare to move.

This hug was not long, as short as a breath, as if it was just an expression of the true feelings of parting between close friends.

Long Su let go of the sword, he turned around and opened the curtain, took out a purple gold flute from the hidden compartment on the carriage, stroked it slowly, and finally pursed his lips into a smile, and handed the purple gold flute to Jianzi, "Reciprocate, do it!" Think about it."

Jianzi was still in shock, he sensed some secret thoughts conveyed by Shulou Longsu, and hurriedly asked, "Longsu, what are you going to do?"

Long Su stared at Jianzi, but finally said nothing, waved to him, and boarded the carriage without hesitation.

The curtain fell, blocking the line of sight.

Holding the purple golden flute, Jianzi stared blankly at the carriage drifting away, slowly caressed his chest, and let out a sigh of unknown meaning.

In the end, Long Su still didn't say anything.

5. Wishing for the day

As soon as Long Su went, there were two Jiazi, and a hundred years passed by.

Jianzi has become more and more proficient in Taoism. In addition to those praises as in the past, he also has a legendary flute skill, but few people have the opportunity to smell it. Only occasionally on the night of the full moon, Someone heard his faint playing.

The sound of the flute sobs, like weeping and complaining.

In recent years, Jianzi also went to the Confucianism School to ask Mr. Xiansheng to inquire about Long Su's news.But Mr. Xiansheng said with certainty that Xuehai formed its own system and was not allowed to return before completing his studies. He also didn't know the news about Longsu.

Until one day, Jianzi's master Taoist Yuanzhen woke Jianzi up with a word: "Don't you understand, Xiansheng just wants to separate the two of you."

Since then, Jianzi has never looked for the Confucian master again.

A hundred years passed by like this, and finally, Xuehai Wuya sent the news that Longsu was about to graduate and return.Jianzi suddenly waited for the visiting Confucian master.

Goodbye Confucian Master, Jianzi could barely recognize him.

When Jianzi was young, Mr. Xiansheng had white hair and white beard, but he had white hair and a youthful face with a hale and hearty spirit.Now, but I haven't seen him for decades, my husband is almost as old as an ordinary old man, his face is wrinkled and his spirit is lax.

"You, what advice do you have?" Facing such a Confucian lord, Jianzi felt complicated.

"I heard that you don't intend to take over all the positions in the Taoist sect?"

"Yes, I've always been fond of idle clouds and wild cranes. Compassion does not lead soldiers, and I don't want to force myself."

The old Confucian master smiled wryly, "I can tell, you are blaming me."

"Alas," Mr. Xiansheng let out a long sigh, "Do you know why Long Su hurried to Xuehai back then, and delayed his return until now?"

Jianzi replied indifferently: "The guess is probably close to ten."

Mr. Xiansheng looked at him, smiled, and pondered for a long time, Fang slowly said: "My wife who passed away was a member of the Kong family who is a descendant of a saint. Although outsiders don't know much about it, according to the Confucian tradition, every head of the sect must marry a saint's blood As a wife, the Confucian family and the Confucian family have been married from generation to generation, so that they can manage the Confucian students in the world in a legitimate way."

Even though he had already guessed, Jianzi couldn't help being startled, he immediately thought, "Then Long Su..."

"Yes, back then I asked him to go to the place where the Kong family lived to sign a marriage contract with Zijinxiao, but he was unwilling. I asked him to give a reason, he didn't want to lie to me, and in the end, guess what he told me?"

"My heart belongs to me." Jianzi said softly, the words were low and gentle, as if someone could hear them in the dark.

When Mr. Xiansheng said this, he stood up excitedly from his seat, "He is the child I brought up with one hand, except for a little paranoid, the rest is almost perfect. He is my most proud disciple, and the ruler after Confucianism, However, why does he have such thoughts of violating ethics and customs? How can he be a model for Confucian scholars in the world in the future, and how can he be an important task for Confucianism!"

"I was wrong," Jianzi just looked at him indifferently, "I always thought that you were the one who cared about Long Su the most in this world, now it seems that I was wrong in the first place."

Mr. Xiansheng froze, and the anger on his face was replaced by frustration and helplessness, "No, you are wrong, I am very clear about Long Su's nature, and I am very clear about what he really wants. But that's all."

As he said, there was a look of complacency on his face, "He is better than me, and one day he will stand out from the blue and look down on the world. But he should have stood at the highest place." As he spoke, he glanced at Jianzi with some intention He pointed out, "Instead of being talked about, being accused of going astray."

"If you really understand, 100 years have passed, what are you afraid of now? What are you doing here again?" Jianzi said lightly.

Seeing that his demeanor was getting more and more crazy, Jianzi didn't intend to continue to quarrel with him, so he said: "If you have something to say, what's your business today?"

Mr. Xiansheng took a sip of tea, and slowly regained his graceful attitude, "Master Taixue sent a message that he has nothing to teach, and Longsu will soon be back from graduation."

"so?"

Mr. Xiansheng said kindly: "Jianzi, you haven't gone to the Dao Realm to study yet. I have already discussed with your master and arranged for you to participate in the Ten Thousand Dao Contest."

"It's another trick like this?"

Mr. Xiansheng smiled disdainfully, "You don't need to have many moves, as long as they are useful. You are the one selected by the upper echelons of the Taoist sect, and you must be able to greatly add honor to the Taoist sect in a difficult situation."

"In that case, why did you say so much just now?"

Mr. Xiansheng suddenly smiled meaningfully, "Jianzi, I understand you, Long Su won't listen to those words, but you, even though you can't listen to them, but you will be scruples about those words in the future."

Jianzi bowed to him, and Gu Zi opened the door, "Since the matter has been finished, Jianzi will not give away the fairy trace."

"You!" Mr. Xiansheng choked, and then walked away, "Jianzi, you should hurry up and pack your clothes for going out, hahahaha."

6. Stop and listen to old dreams

And then, in fact, many years have passed,

Jianzi went to participate in the battle of ten thousand ways, met against me and wronged the way, gained the soul of the poor, and was involved in some bloody twists and turns, and went round and round, and when he returned to the plight, nearly a hundred years had passed.

He and Long Su had known each other since childhood, and the time they really got along was only a short ten years or so.But the time they have been apart has been ten times longer than the time they spent together.

Time is so frightening, silently changing the most familiar people.

Even Jianzi, who has become a Taoist innate, can't remember some things from his childhood.It's just that that year, when he bid farewell to Long Su in the heavy rain, Long Su's short, forbearing and silent hug, the palpitations at that moment were still as clear as yesterday.

Most of the joys and sorrows in the world are like this, no matter how frightened and painful it was at the time, to the whole world, it is just an insignificant feather, crushed by the wheel of time, until many years later, the words between words are accidentally caught. What was recovered was just the tip of the iceberg.

But it is the only one, the only one, the one that can be missed.

When Jianzi saw Long Su again, Mr. Xiansheng was already critically ill. Long Su was busy acting as an agent for Confucianism and serving decoctions, so busy that he hardly had time to go out, so he simply met Jianzi in the inner courtyard where his husband lived.

Jianzi Xianji saw Shulou Longsu again after 181 years before Mr. Xiansheng's sickbed.

At this time, Jianzi's reputation spread far and wide, and he was the pinnacle of Taoism. Although he did not hold any position in the Taoist sect, he was a disciple of the Taoist sect, but secretly respected him.

At this time, Shulou Longsu had already begun to take over the affairs of Confucianism, acting on behalf of his master to exercise the supreme authority of Confucianism, a behemoth in a difficult situation. He was dressed in gorgeous purple clothes, covered his face with a precious fan, and was decisive in killing and fighting. peak.

Everything is not as simple as it used to be.

"I've been busy recently, I'm afraid I don't have time to entertain my friends properly," Shulou Longsu expressed his apology politely and cordially.

"Where, it's Jianzi who disturbed you temporarily on behalf of Confucianism." Jianzi was also very polite.

The two bowed to each other, separated by a distance of ten feet.

It's not too far, and it can't be any closer.

"Young master, your lord wants to see Senior Jianzi." A maid suddenly came to deliver a message.

Jianzi smiled, "Wait a minute." Then he followed the maid into the inner room.

Long Su shook the precious fan lightly, watched the door of the inner room close slowly, lowered his head, and covered the complex emotions in his eyes with the fan.

Mr. Xiansheng on the couch was already too sick to get up, he waved away all the attendants, leaving only the sword, and the two faced each other quietly.

"Ha, you didn't die at the hands of Fan Ji, what a fate... Cough cough cough." The Confucian master coughed while showing a regretful expression.

Facing this old man whose life was about to come to this day, but still obsessed with obsession, Jianzi suddenly felt that he had nothing to say. He was still so indifferent, with a detached demeanor like ice and snow, "You, still refuse to let go?"

"How could I lose?" Mr. Xiansheng suddenly showed a treacherous expression, and on his decayed face, twisted into a terrifying description like a ghost, "I'm not just waiting for more than 100 years. Jianzi Xianji, I have arranged a force in the Confucianism sect, so long as the future Lord does anything to damage the reputation of the Confucianism sect, the sect will be cleaned up and the Confucianism sect will be corrected!"

Jianzi sighed, he almost looked at the Lord with pity, "Do you think it is feasible? Or, do you think the effect is credible?"

Mr. Xiansheng struggled to sit up, grabbed Jianzi by the sleeve of his robe, lowered his voice, and said, "Yes, none of them are the opponents of Long Su, but—"

He said almost maliciously: "I have been the head of the sect for so many years, and Long Su was raised by me alone. Only I think that even if I die, I can still set up a secret trick to kill him..."

Jianzi pulled his sleeve out of his skinny hand like a wisp of insignificant dust, and he smiled calmly, "I will do what you want, but it's not because of your lame threat, it's something else reason."

Mr. Xiansheng's pupils constricted sharply, and he suddenly gasped for breath, wanting to laugh, but his already stiff face twisted into a strange expression of neither crying nor laughing, "You...don't forget, do what you say."

Jianzi closed his eyes lightly, turned around and pushed the door open.

In the court, Long Su was still waiting. When he saw Jianzi coming out, his eyes flashed, and he was about to come over, but another Confucian priest rushed into the court to report the affairs. He sighed and turned to the court. Jianzi said: "Jianzi, it's better to talk about it three days later."

"Okay, Jianzi will definitely attend the appointment."

Jianzi walked out of the courtyard, turned around, and saw the maid seemed to have reported something to Long Su, with a worried expression on her face, Long Su quickly walked into the inner room.

Jianzi thought, it's time to make an end, Long Su.

7. Ending

Mr. Xiansheng passed away shortly after he left the Confucianism Sect, and Long Su succeeded as the new Sect Master the next day.

After he and Long Su cut off their love with each other through the palace lantern curtain, Long Su walked away in a huff.

Jianzi stayed in the Sudden Realm for a few days, and received an invitation to ask Xiafeng to listen to Xiadao Shu Daoxing's sermon.

It's good to leave for a few days, he thought so, and prepared to go out.

On the way to Wenxia Peak, he happened to pass through a town. When the lights first came on, the streets were filled with all kinds of lanterns. There were still ice wheels carrying candlelight flowing out of the misty sea of ​​stars, and some simple lantern dragons were dancing among the crowd. , It's just that no one sprinkles golden butterflies.

The laughter of the girls floated among the lanterns, and the children were chasing and running around, gathering in front of the noodle stall and candied haws.

Jianzi watched quietly for a while, until a running child accidentally bumped into him, fell to the ground, probably hurt from the fall, and started to cry.Jianzi bent down, helped the child up, dusted him off, wiped away his tears, and said softly, "Don't cry, I'll give you something fun."

The child opened his ignorant eyes, but really stopped crying and stared at Jianzi.

Jianzi took out a golden butterfly from his bosom, the butterfly was of a very old style, the gilt was worn away, but it was still as light as before.He looked at it carefully for a while, until the child became impatient and began to cry again. He smiled to himself, and solemnly placed the golden butterfly in the child's palm, and said, "Take it well, and give it to someone you like later."

The child looked at him half-understood, the sword wrapped his small fist and clenched the golden butterfly tightly, after a moment of silence, he finally let go of his hand slowly.

Jianzi waved at the child, "Go."

The child hesitated, took a few steps, and disappeared into the passing crowd.

Jianzi turned around and left the city of lights, walking away step by step, leaving this day-like lantern behind.

That is the human and ordinary happiness that some people cannot have for a long time after all.

"When I inherit Confucianism in the future, I will build a garden and burn thousands of lanterns all year round, so that we can enjoy the lanterns every day."

"Okay, if there is a day, I will definitely watch the lanterns with you every day."

Prequel to "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting": End of "Yu Linling"