[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

In the cold and damp prison, there are smooth high walls on all sides, leaving only a small ventilation window on the door to enter and exit the prison, which shines in a meager light, so that the entire prison will not be plunged into pure darkness.

He must have been locked up here for a long time, sometimes he was unconscious, sometimes he was sober, so he couldn't remember how long he had been here, and it was judged by the fact that the jailer delivered food twice a day.

In the mist, the eyes suddenly lit up—it was the door of the dark prison that opened.

It brightened and dimmed, and someone came in.

No, there were two footsteps, one more person, one more person...

He suddenly opened his eyes, and just happened to see outside his cell door, separated by the iron bars thick as a baby's arms, the jailer respectfully held up the lamp, which illuminated the pearl-encrusted costume of the man beside the jailer dazzlingly bright.

"Shulou Longsu!" His eyes were tearing apart, and he read out the person's name word by word.

Long Su's eyes slowly sized them up, still so proud, even because of the change in their identities, the contempt and disdain he had previously hidden in his eyes were revealed at this moment without a doubt.

——His eyes were like looking at a dying insect.

He was well-dressed and smiling, looking at his fellow prisoner with interest.

"See you for a long time," Long Su smiled lightly, greeted him, and slowly added his address, "Senior Brother Bai Zhou."

"Senior brother?" Bai Zhou laughed loudly, his violent movements touched the wound, and blood began to ooze again, but he didn't realize it, "I can't afford to be a cruel and merciless junior like you."

Long Su just looked at him quietly, as calm as the waves, watching the messy prisoner change from a loud laugh to a dry laugh, and the dry laughter dropped again. When Bai Zhou was silent, he said slowly, "Senior brother Why belittle yourself, compared to your wolves' ambitions over the years, I am only slightly punishing you."

Mu Xianfeng came back with soup, and there was a bunch of flowers on the side of the dinner plate. Each flower had a large bowl mouth, with layers of double petals, either pure white and elegant, or light red, with emerald green leaves She became more and more beautiful.

"Sir, let's try this bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall." Surrounded by flowers, a gold-painted earthen jar is steaming. Xianfeng lifted the lid, and a burst of fragrance rushed to the face, which made the index finger move.

Jianzi took the small painted porcelain bowl, took a spoonful of it with a spoon, blew on it, and tasted it carefully, "Well, what an ingenious Feng'er."

Mu Xianfeng watched him drink the soup with a smile, "Sir, you've been busy recently, so it's time to nourish yourself."

"It's a pity that Long Su isn't here," Jianzi asked while eating, "What's going on in Confucianism recently, so that Long Su is so surprised that he came out in person?"

Mu Xianfeng tilted her head and thought for a while, "Big things... If it's not about big things, there is one."

"Appreciate further details."

"Are we making waves? Heh," Bai Zhou stood up staggeringly, pointing at Long Su, "If it wasn't for your lack of virtue and disobedience to your lord, who would shake your position as the Confucian young master?"

"If I am virtuous and obey your orders obediently, you won't want to shake my position?"

"Those who are able to live there, not to mention that you are a young master but you don't examine yourself, corrupting discipline is against ethics, how can you be an example for all Confucian scholars?"

Long Su smiled instead of anger, and waited for the other party to talk eloquently, and suddenly asked, "Dare to ask Your Excellency, how did I corrupt Gangji and violate ethics?"

As if reminded by Long Su, the blood-stained person was stunned, and then showed a contemptuous smile, "You still dare to ask, you and that... are really disgusting..."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind lifted him up and slammed him onto the inner wall.Bai Zhou slid down slowly against the wall, and a bloodstain immediately stuck to the wall.

Long Su closed his precious fan, his golden eyes couldn't tell whether it was sadness or joy, but condensed into the deepest vortex in the darkness, swallowing all the reflected light, for a long time, he faced the person in front of him who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, He said lightly, "I have suspected it for many years, but now I can be sure that you were the one who spread the rumors back then, and you should be the one who went to Master to slander you."

"Ahem... rumors?" The person lying on the ground stubbornly raised his head. Although he was weak, his words were still full of hatred and contempt. "It's as if you like that one. That's not the truth."

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank you. It was originally true, but after all your painstaking efforts, it will probably be false forever." Long Su murmured, and after a moment of trance, he swept away the haze of the past. And empty, don't care.

——When you care, you can't do anything, and when you have the ability, you don't care anymore. The love of the world is often such a coincidence.

Long Su waved his fan slowly, "If you don't mention the old things, don't you wonder why the defeat is so disastrous now?"

Mu Xianfeng refilled a bowl for Jianzi, and then told the whole story: "Sir, you should know that Mr. Xiansheng, the last lord of my Confucianism sect, passed away not long ago. According to the usual practice, he should be granted posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumously after the burial. Xiang has always been drafted by the chief of ceremonies, selected by the next lord and announced to the world, and from then on, whether it is writing a book or arguing, talking about the previous lord, he must be called a posthumous posthumous title to respect the ancestors."

Jianzi paused his hand holding the spoon, then asked nonchalantly, "But Long Su has not decided yet?"

"Yes, in the past few months, several batches of candidates have been recruited by the Supervisor of Rituals, but the master is not satisfied. The master has just succeeded, and the foundation is not stable, so some people take the lead in dissatisfaction, and spread the falsehood of the master's disrespect for his teacher. The master was furious and ordered a thorough investigation, but these opposition forces are deeply rooted, and it is really difficult for them to do all the work."

"Then, the incident became more and more troublesome, affecting the entire Confucian school, how many old departments were implicated?" Jianzi said casually while drinking the soup, his tone was light, and there was no sign of happiness or anger.

"Mr. is really clever," Xianfeng continued, "The Confucian school has been in turmoil for several months, and it only calmed down not long ago."

Jianzi seemed to smile, but there was no smile on his face, he said softly, "Xianfeng, Longsu is arrogant, these family ugliness are absolutely unwilling to tell me, even...you would You should have told me."

Mu Xianfeng lowered his eyes, "Sir, you understand, why bother to ask this question."

Jianzi also fell into silence, and slowly, slowly sighed.

That's right, the Confucian sect was in turmoil. No matter how close Jianzi Xianji had been with the Confucian dragon head, he was still an outsider. What's more, these were Long Su's intentional methods to clean up the sect.

Confucianism in Distress, one of the three religions, is also the organization with the most disciples and the most powerful. It is as vast as a country, and its supreme authority can only be touched by stepping on corpses and blood all the way.

He and Long Su had been acquainted since they were in Chuipiao. In front of him, Long Su was knowledgeable, quick-witted and smart, and he did not lose the heart of a child.That's his side of Shu Lou Long Su, but more often than not, he is the young master of Confucianism, with iron and blood wrists, vigorous and resolute, which makes people respect and fear.

And Jianzi is kind and generous by nature, like a wild crane in the clouds.In the beginning, the differences in temperament and disposition could be smoothed out by mutual understanding, but then it was like a square hole, the closer they got, the closer they got, the more glaring they became.

"Then, how did Long Su solve it later, and why did he leave in such a hurry now?"

In the dark cave, the dragon head of the Confucian sect was analyzing his defeated subordinates in a considerate manner, "I have returned from self-learning and started to participate in important and important affairs. It has been nearly a year so far. If I hadn't pushed for it, senior brother Where can so many opposition forces gather?"

He freed one hand, and shook it leisurely in the air, a gust of air flow was generated out of thin air, and the people on the ground were swept close. Long Su bowed his hands to the senior brother politely, "This is all thanks to the senior brother's help."

"You deliberately delayed the posthumous posthumous title, ahem... I also said that you were holding grudges because of the past, haha, but I was a villain in vain."

"Zheng Boke Duan Yuyan, accumulated evil will kill himself," Long Su said, "Back then, you made a mistake in chess and failed to kill them all. The day I went to Xuehai, you should have expected this day to come."

"Not long ago, the master convened a Confucian court meeting, and stated in public the kindness of the Lord's upbringing and teaching. He was emotional and almost choked up. He personally drew up the posthumous title, made an exception and changed the two-character seal, and added the posthumous posthumous title to four characters."悫贞术', one virtue is unremittingly called Jian, standing upright and sincere is called 悫, being straight and indomitable is called Zhen, and buddhism is called Mu."

"Jian Kui Zhen Mu?" Jian Zi was noncommittal, repeated it once, and seemed to understand something.

He didn't have a good impression of Mr. Xiansheng, and even if Long Su was a disciple, it would probably be difficult for him to have no grudges in the end.The four-character posthumous title seemed honorable, but it implied Long Su's deep ridicule and resentment.

Jian Cui Zhen Mu——Cut off the disguise, revealing the true face.

Seeing Jianzi distracted, Mu Xianfeng asked curiously, "Sir, this posthumous title was drawn up by the master himself, is there anything wrong with it?"

"No. What happened after the posthumous title was finalized?" Jianzi took the topic lightly and didn't want to say more.

——Perhaps only those who know Mr. Xiansheng's true face can see Long Su's hidden revenge.

"The master orders his etiquette and weeps respectfully, offering sacrifices at the time (note), and adding thunderous means to suppress the rebellion, and the chaos of Confucianism will be cleared up very quickly. This time, the leader of the rebel party must have been arrested."

What should be said has been finished. Long Su was thinking about the agreement with Jianzi, so he felt relieved. He signaled the jailer to give the prisoner medicine, and then he planned to leave, "Brother, stay here from now on, and enjoy the peace and quiet." Inaction for the rest of my life."

"Shulou Longsu, I don't believe you are so merciful."

Long Su had already approached the gate of the dark prison, and the fine iron gate had been opened halfway. The glare from outside shone in from behind him, and Long Su almost melted into the bright light. Long Su turned his head and smiled calmly, "That's right. , your direct brother Rukawa Piaomiao has served under my command, he is loyal, because he has made great achievements in arresting the leader of the rebel party, I have transferred him to contact the bloodthirsty clan for me-you better, pray that he will not be too early lost his life."

He walked out of the dark prison with a smile, and the heavy iron gate fell behind him, throwing the prisoners in the prison into darkness forever.

After talking about Confucian affairs, the dishes on the table were already cold, and Long Su hadn't returned yet.

Jianzi finally noticed that the colors of the flowers on the dinner plate had changed slightly.

——The original pure white flowers turned red, and the original light red flowers turned purple red. The plate of flowers that were originally very light in color had unknowingly become bright and colorful.

Xianfeng smiled and explained slowly, "The name of this flower is Mu Furong, also known as Resisting Frost Flower. It is often seen near the water in the south, so it is called 'Zhaoshui Furong'. It is white or reddish at the beginning, and turns dark in the afternoon. Red, these three colors gradually change within a day, like a beauty drunk, from light to dark, so it is also called 'three drunk lotus'."

"I see."

Mu Xianfeng's eyes flashed, she picked up a hibiscus flower, and sighed softly, "Unfortunately, the white flower and the red flower are clearly the same flower, but it is not the same as when I picked it."

She spoke lightly and skillfully, without any trace of dust, only a hint of deep meaning hidden in her eyes, but it didn't blend into the words.

Jianzi also said that she was sentimental because of a girl, so he smiled and comforted him, "Whether it is white or red, it is still this flower. If you really like this flower, no matter how the color changes, you will still like it."

Mu Xianfeng was stunned, "It's because I was thinking about it." She lowered her head, looked at the gorgeous hibiscus flowers piled up on the dinner plate, and swallowed countless words that she wanted to say but couldn't say.

Mr. Jianzi is a good person, but she can only remind him so far.

For the rest, I just hope that the master can remember the old love... the old love?Thinking of this, she almost couldn't help laughing bitterly.

I just hope that God will show mercy, don't really get to that point.

Note: This sentence comes from Dai Liang's "Danxi Weng Zhuan", "It is also worshiped at the time, and the etiquette is set and weep."