【Yanlu】Ghost

One day, Shaolin Lu came a little late.Yan Yu was used to the noise of ghosts whispering in his ears, so he was at ease when he calmed down for a while.

When I raised my hand to turn the book, I saw the moonlight made of water pouring into the yard.There is a pool of clear light outside the window, and the shadows on the ground are scattered horizontally, like silvery white mist floating in the boundless darkness.

He remembered what the nurse had told him not to wear a moon to practice swords.Presumably it was because of that romantic ghost, but I couldn't figure out the reason.Thinking of this, he couldn't help getting excited, and regardless of his new injury, he got up and took off the saber on the wall.

A Taoist sword is not a good sword.More than enough to kill ghosts, not enough to hurt people.However, his swordsmanship is superb, his movements are elegant and smooth, and the sharp blade moves with his heart, and soon melts into the sky and bright moonlight together with the light of the sword.

The moonlight is quiet, and the sword's edge is cold, intertwined into a cool silvery white, cutting through the emptiness of the night.

Suddenly, the flow of air changed direction.

Lu Shaolin didn't know when he suddenly appeared.The person without shadow stepped on the clear light on the ground, and floated to Yan Yu's side, the sword in his hand showed its sharpness, and they walked together in the desolate night.

The ghost's movements are light and light, as if he is very familiar with the Taoist swordsmanship routines, and the opening and closing gradually come together like breathing.And Yan Yu also easily mastered Lu Shaolin's rhythm, and the cooperation became more and more seamless.

In the courtyard, there was only the humming sound of the cold light piercing the air.A pair of figures were bathed in the moonlight like a silver veil, and in the dazzling shadow of swords, they slowly overlapped into one person.

When the two stopped, they didn't know how many days it was.

It was a perfect closing gesture. After putting the sword back into the sheath, they realized that their backs were touching each other unconsciously.

Yan Yu is used to being alone, and doesn't like to be close to others, but at this moment, he felt a little joy for no reason because of the cool temperature coming from his shoulder.

He even had the illusion that this scene had been repeated countless times.And in those countless phantoms, they are all breathing together, and their hearts are connected, even if the sky is dark and the city is overwhelming, even if the bloody wind is in front of them.

That feels...not bad.

Thinking of this, Yan Yu lightly pursed the corners of her lips.

The moonlight gave him a cool and soft outline.That smile was like an epiphyllum blooming in the boundless darkness, and it disappeared in an instant.

But it is like the beam of bright moonlight above the head, passing through this narrow courtyard, and shining straight into the heart.

Lu Shaolin, who was looking back at him, remained silent for a long time, but just stared at him without blinking, seemingly insane.