[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

Different from the perennial misty and rainy palace lanterns and curtains, it is always sunny in Sudden Land, and even the turbulent clouds of smoke seem extraordinarily relaxed and willful.At night, the stars and the moon hang high, the pines and the wind listen to the waves, and the wild flowers and herbs are almost like a wilderness. There is only a tree with a crooked neck, which erects a shade of the pavilion, and hangs a plain lantern on it, which shows that there is no owner here.

As soon as Jianzi returned to the Sudden Realm, Du Yiwei followed in angrily, "Jianzi, after thinking about it, Jiuyou is just a pawn, and the person who really designed to frame him must be the Demon Dragon Jitian!"

Jian Zishui rolled up his sleeves, nodded slightly, and said thoughtfully, "What you said..." was exactly what I guessed.

"He's talking nonsense!"

Before Jianzi finished speaking, there was a loud bang on the ground, and the dragon sacrificed to the sky and walked into the realm of suddenness. He was ugly, with high and low horns, and half of evil scales. At this moment, his face was full of dissatisfaction.

Demon dragon met with Du Yiwei's enemy, and they were extremely jealous. They stared at each other. Demon dragon accused angrily: "I never thought that you in the Central Plains are so arrogant and unreasonable. I just have old grudges with you. Now you Don’t dare to go to Jiuyou for revenge, bully me that I’m weak, and pour all the dirty water on me.”

"You're still confusing black and white!" Du Yiwei was furious, and was about to rush forward, but a snow-colored dust whisk stopped his way.

I saw Jianzi stopped Du Yiwei with one hand behind his back and the fly whisk in the other, staring at the magic dragon, and said slowly, "The magic dragon is underestimating itself, after your big movement before, the heroes of the Central Plains searched everywhere but couldn't find you—on hidden schemes Jianzi also sighs to himself for his ability. Today, when you are in a state of sudden surprise, it is inevitable...something goes wrong."

His tone was still calm and breezy, as if he was chatting with an old friend, but the deep meaning hidden in his tone made Molong's eyes tremble.

The Demon Dragon snorted coldly, "Jianzi Xianji, let's not mention the previous things for now, the Central Plains is in chaos right now, I, Demon Dragon, is a life-saving person, why did I come to this muddy water, I just sit at home, and the disaster comes from the sky ——Everyone in Artemisia thornju issued an order to kill me, although I don't want to cause trouble, but I have to come here to prove my innocence."

He paused, seeing that Jianzi Xianji seemed to be in deep thought, and added, "You are the pinnacle of Taoism, so you probably won't convict me based on groundless guesses."

Seeing that Jianzi was silent, Du Yiwei couldn't help but said anxiously: "Jianzi, you won't believe his sophistry!" He sneered, walked around Fuchen and took a step forward, looked at the magic dragon, implying something, " When some criminals feel guilty, they are especially good at shouting "stop thief."

"Oh, there are guests here, today's Sudden Realm is really lively." Confucian voice rang out, and I saw a person approaching through the flower path, it was the magnificent and unparalleled Shulou Longsu.

Jianzi glanced at the magic dragon, and then exchanged a glance with Long Su, "I think the capital of the dragon must have heard it, and I would like to ask you for your advice."

Long Su passed by the Demon Dragon Jitian, and Shi Shiran walked to Jianzi, "I'd rather let it go than kill by mistake."

Jianzi's eyes flashed, "It's surprising that such words come from a good friend."

His eyes flicked over Long Su who was standing leisurely holding a fan, Du Yiwei who was full of fright and anger, and the demon dragon Jitian who was implying resentment but calmness. When he landed on the ground, there was a lot of dust, and his cold and indifferent voice sounded, "I only believe in those who dare to swear before Gu Chenjian."

After Demon Dragon and Du Yiwei swore separately, there was still no conclusion about right and wrong. After the two left one after another, only the host and the gorgeous guests were left in a sudden situation.

"Jianzi, you are very silent today." The guest protested dissatisfied with the coldness.

Jianzi was contemplating with his eyes closed. Hearing Long Su's complaints, he opened his eyes and said lightly, "I'm thinking about Molong's style today. It's magnificent, just like your gorgeous style."

Long Su stopped shaking his fan, and the smile on his face remained unchanged. He walked slowly to Jianzi, "Xianfeng sent a 'Qin Sang Luzhi' yesterday. It’s been a long time since I plucked the strings, I’ve been working on it for a few days, and I’m about to ask my friends to comment on it.”

Long Su stood very close, and his Confucian voice was mellow and soft, resounding in his ears, like a lover's whisper.

Jianzi took a step back and opened the distance, "Qin Sang Luzhi is one of Fuxi's Seven Qins, which is far better than Bai Yuqin. From this we can see that if the old ones don't go away, the new ones won't come."

"No matter how good Qin Sang is, it's not as good as the tacit understanding of the old piano." Long Su went further, he turned his head sideways, and his warm breath brushed Jianzi's velvety temple hair, "Clothing is not as good as new, and people are not as good as old."

The two were very close, the purple floral silk shirt and the pure white and flawless gauze were gently entangled together, breathing and smelling each other, their eyes met, one was the gentle and focused gaze in the light gold eyes, the other was the soft and focused gaze in the dark black pupils. The ancient well is clear and bright without waves.

Gu Chen stayed quietly in the sheath.

Facing Long Su's approaching every step of the way, Jian Zi stood still and looked straight into Long Su's eyes, "My friend, you have overstepped."

The cool night wind came from nowhere, blowing Jianzi's disheveled forehead hair, and the ends of the hair scratched Long Su's eyelashes between his eyebrows, causing Long Su to slowly stretch out his hand.

The shadow of the hand fell in front of his eyes, Jianzi closed his eyes involuntarily, but only felt the cool fingertips lightly touch his forehead.

The silver spirit jade between the brows is that the three lights of the sun, moon and stars have been opened, which means that they have stepped into the source of heaven and earth, and the passage of time will no longer be meaningful to them.

There is also a cinnabar-colored dragon pattern winding between Long Su's eyebrows.

Since there is no fate, why not forget it.

Long Su closed his eyes, opened them again, and the ambiguous feelings in his eyes were swept away. He took advantage of the opportunity to help Jianzi lick his bangs, took a step back, and smiled lightly, his tone was as usual, "My friend is really Daoist." , Long Su has no shape for a while, don't take it seriously."

Jianzi also took a step back, "Just now... I should say less in the future."

On the contrary, Long Su smiled and looked at him from a distance, with a hint of sarcasm, "What are you afraid of?"

I am also human, and I will also be shaken... Silent words are swallowed after tasting bitterness on the tip of the tongue, and silent words die in silence.

"Mr. Jian was seriously injured by the bloodthirsty clan, and his life was in danger," Jianzi flipped the page nonchalantly, "Since my friend is free to play the piano every day, why don't you follow me to have a look."

"Ha, I knew that if I saw Jianzi, I would be in trouble, let's go." Long Su disappeared first, followed closely by Jianzi.

Restoring the peaceful and sudden state, I don't know who left a sigh.

On the hanging island, the stars and the moon are hidden by the clouds and the pupils are hazy.In the longest night, swordsmen fought bloody battles, questioning heaven and earth with their swords, vowing to seek the highest state of swordsmanship.Green blood flew horizontally, full of majestic energy, and the last drop of blood finally condensed into an invincible sword intent, which roared and forced the enemies back, shaking the mountains.Ao Xiao, who came a step too late, only had time to take away his body, build soil and erect a monument with his own hands, adding new hatred.

In the past, I went away, and Yangliu Yiyi; now I come to think about it, the sword king has fallen, and the twelve hatreds have disappeared.

Among the people present, some were weeping, some were sighing, and Artemisia thorns were in the midst of mourning.

When Jianzi and Long Su came, they happened to walk into such a sad and angry atmosphere.Jianzi was startled, and let out a long sigh—after all, it was too late.

Although he and Jianjun did not have a deep friendship, they were both on the right side of the Central Plains and swordsmen who pursued the supreme swordsmanship. At this moment, facing the decisive end of Jianjun, he couldn't help feeling sad and sad.

Du Yiwei, who was one step ahead, couldn't hide his pain. He looked at the silent Jianzi, "Jianjun's bloody battle is all due to the disaster of the bloodthirsty clan. This is the end of the matter, Jianzi, I don't believe you can still stand by and watch."

Standing beside Jianzi, Long Su watched Du Yiwei approach, then looked away, and looked at Aoxiao Hongchen who was grieving in front of Jianjun's tombstone as if nothing had happened, watched Aoxiao pull out the Hongchen sword and meditated, listening Nearby, Du Yiwei's words revealed an almost imperceptible subtle expression.

Sure enough, at the next moment, Long Su heard Jianzi's seemingly still calm words, "Yekouyue, with an arrogant smile, should be enough to deal with it, and bloodthirsty people... don't need to bear it anymore."

Sure enough, it was Jianzi Xianji, Long Su smiled in his heart—the more angry, the calmer he is, the way is ruthless, and only then can the sun and the moon run. Ordinary people are happy, angry, sad, and frightened, but they can still hold on to oneness and not change their minds. For example, telling cold jokes in the face of adversity is bold and fearless, and it also shows a firm heart.

Dao Xin is firm, so the mind is determined, and it is difficult to shake it.If Du Yiwei said that in another venue, Long Su could interrupt and persuade Jianzi not to intervene rashly, then at this moment, at Jianjun's funeral, facing the bloody price and the grief of everyone, Long Su would say nothing. is of no avail.

What's more, Jianzi doesn't want to leave the Central Plains, sooner or later he will have to step into this muddy water himself, it's just the difference of time.

Climbing up the dark thorns in the bottom of my heart, my golden eyes still do not have a trace of haze.

Then, this muddy water might as well be a little more muddy, Long Su calmly shook his fan.

Unexpectedly, Jianzi's voice came from behind: "...the magic dragon worships the sky, I'm afraid I'm going to trouble my friend Longsu."

Long Su said "Oh", "It's a pity that Demon Dragon Jitian took great pains to prove his innocence, but Jian Ziru can't help but say it."

"The magic dragon can do what it wants, and everyone knows it. Even if it puts on a majestic disguise, it can't hide it from someone who has a heart. The search for the Millennium Tree is imminent. Right now I can't get away. Since my friend is his guarantee, this gorgeous mess will be handed over to you." Cleaned up for my friends."

Long Su sighed, "Okay, okay, Jianzi speaks, do you dare not accompany him? ——It's really careless making friends, causing endless harm."

"A mere demonic dragon, compared to the Confucian dragon head who is so skilled in swordsmanship, is nothing more than a little effort," Jianzi smiled lightly, but the smile disappeared before it melted away. He looked at the tombstone newly erected by Jianjun , with a deep voice, "The bloodthirsty clan is coming fiercely. I hope the Central Plains will work together to avoid new hatred."

Long Su followed his gaze, remained silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Jianzi, Jianjun would rather fight to the death than become a bloodthirsty person, what about you?"

Jianzi looked indifferently, "Looking at the situation at that time, there is no unparalleled road—then Long Su, what about you?"

The Confucian congenital, who was dressed in heavy satin, pondered: "Even if you become a bloodthirsty person, you can still serve the righteous way."

Jianzi laughed, his eyes were strange, but his tense face relaxed, "I am very relieved to hear such words from Shulou Longsu, who is loose and free."

Regardless of whether it is true or not, Long Su said this, the hidden intention cannot be ignored, and the sword avoids the seriousness and is calm, but this intention cannot be ignored.

Long Su is turning a corner, advising him that if something happens and he is bitten by bloodthirsty people, don't impulsively kill himself.

Long Su cast a sidelong glance at him, and said with a hint of resentment, "Jianzi, your most profound kung fu is to conceal your seriousness."

He sighed faintly, his voice lowered, almost faintly, "Forget it, what I mean, if you hear it, you can be more concerned, my words are not in vain."

Jianzi closed his eyes, and in the silence, he heard himself say in his heart:

I know.