【Most Beautiful】Body in a dream

From that day on, Qi Luosheng returned to Huafang, lived alone on the river, catching a few fishes in his free time, exchanged them for wine money in the market, and lived an ordinary and comfortable life as he told the city lord at the beginning.

The sound of the tide, the smell of wine, the twilight is still warm, Qi Luosheng's fingertips are hooked on the strings of the guqin on the table, and while drinking, he plucks out a few strands of his heart.The warm golden light smudged the white gauze fluttering on the window, Qi Luosheng closed his eyes slightly, and the strings under his fingers trembled, playing a tone like a sigh.

Such a good time, it's a pity that one person is missing.

When the memory has not recovered, the river has been ups and downs for 30 years, and he has not felt lonely, but now, he feels adrift.

It's a pity that now, even though he is right in front of his eyes, he still can't get in close contact with Jiuqiansheng, the youngest man.Now that he has brought the calamity on himself, he is willing to bear it on his shoulders until the calamity is completely resolved.

Covering the piano with five fingers, erasing the remaining vibrato, Qi Luosheng raised his eyelids slightly, and said: "You have been spying for a long time, my patience is limited."

Accompanied by a long laugh, the visitor stepped on the water and boarded the boat. He was dressed in black and held a giant scythe. He was undoubtedly the slave of the storm: "Jiangshan Kuaishou, I have been looking for you for a long time."

"There are always people who die due to obsession in this world." Qi Luosheng covered the Xuepu fan placed on one side with his hand, and the Jiangshan Yandao hidden in the fan seemed to listen to the master's heartbeat, condensing a trace of cold murderous aura.

Rainstorm Xinnu lightly sat down opposite him, even put down the scythe in his hand, and said: "I just came to listen to the piano, and I have no deep grudges with you, why do you want to kill me every word? Xin Nu is very sad..."

Qi Luosheng stroked his fan for a while and didn't answer——

Between you and me, how can there be no deep resentment, but we know that back then, the pain of having your ears torn off, the pain of losing your mind and soul, and the continuous torment of thousands of years of time reversal after the heart was dug out in the last year are all because of you.And if you don't kill you at this time, countless lives will die under your scythe in the future.

It is not your sin to help the tyrant, to be a slave to the tiger, but it will be your way in the future, and I am afraid that I will not be able to rewrite your fate.

Seeing that he was silent, Rainstorm Xinnu continued, "Why be so defensive, Xinnu really admires you very much, and if possible, I would not be your enemy."

Qi Luosheng tightened his grip on the fan, then slowly loosened it, and said coldly: "It's a pity that I don't feel like playing the qin right now."

There was no anger on Rainstorm Xinnu's face, but a bit of a smile on the contrary, he said: "It's okay, Xinnu won't mind, but I just want to befriend you sincerely."

"It's not necessary."

"Oh, I don't understand Xin Nu when you say that. I don't know if you can win nine thousand victories in terms of sword skills, but you are undoubtedly an unborn master. How can a person like you be famous in the world? Unknown? A strong man, a hero, must stand at the peak, be looked up to and worshiped, and even feared, so that's interesting!" Said Rainstorm Xinnu, with a faint look of cruelty and madness flashing across his face.

Qi Luosheng didn't answer, but instead asked a question that had lingered in his mind for a long time: "I know you originally wanted to find Jiuqiansheng, but why did you look for him? Is it only because of the battle that year?"

"Jiuqiansheng is known as the God of Swords in the world. The reason I've been here today is to one day be able to stand side by side with him... All these years, I have been paying attention to him silently, but I didn't expect that when I was with him It wasn't him who fought the first battle! Xin Nu is really very contradictory, and feels that his heart seems to be split into two halves, and even my God Aosha can't give me the answer, maybe it is best to keep you all in my heart. Good result."

The subtle tone seemed to be calm, but because of the similar words, Qi Luo felt the madness in it. With a turn of his mind, he knew that Rainstorm Heart Slave was a rebellious person. The biggest feature is that once you recognize what is yours, the less you get the obsession, the crazier you will be.Thinking of this, Qi Luosheng said lightly: "I'm really sorry. I didn't expect that I will go to a battle for Jiuqiansheng, but you will be so obsessed. If the adults find out, I'm afraid I will blame me for doing it myself." Claim it. But—"

"Huh?" Rainstorm Heart Slave could not help showing a little displeasure when he heard the intentional avoidance in his words.

"I'm a wanderer in the next world, and I don't have any reputation in the world. I'm afraid I will disappoint you. Since what you're after is the feeling of being at the top, you might as well treat it like nine thousand victories when you were arguing with you back then, and continue to pursue that kind of feeling." Standing side by side with him is the feeling of being looked up to by everyone." Qi Luosheng said, unfolding the Xuepu fan, covering his face: "So, I will see off the guests."

After hearing the words, the unbearable longing in his heart became clearer. He looked at the calm face and asked, "Your strength, how can you really be nameless? Can you tell me the real name?"

"Qi Luosheng."

"Qi, Luo, Sheng."

Hearing the man chanting the name word by word, Qi Luosheng inexplicably felt chills, the dust and smoke of the past passed by, and the Xuepu fan in his hand was suddenly retracted, Jiangshan Yandao condensed coldness in it.

Stormy Heart Slave said, "Sure enough, I have never heard of this name. You hide your name so deeply, don't you live up to the knife in your hand?"

Qi Luosheng chuckled disapprovingly: "Compared to the past, your heart has turned to the way of the devil. Even though you have a sword in your hand, you can no longer see the shadow of the sword or hear the sound of the sword. It's not that I failed the sword. It's that you can't distinguish the knife clearly, so you are not qualified to discuss the knife with me."

Rainstorm Xinnu's expression was slightly cold, but he didn't explode. He maintained his emotions on the brink, and said: "Your attitude towards me was obviously not like that back then. You taught me how to learn knives, which made me feel very grateful, but now... you have become Make me angry!"

Qi Luosheng said indifferently: "The answer to this question is the same as the previous question."

Rainstorm Xinnu couldn't help clenching his fists: "But I don't know how to be qualified to discuss swords with you?"

Qi Luosheng also knew a thing or two about his previous affairs, remembering the person who blocked Feiyu for him a few days ago, he was silent for a moment, and replied: "My heart is biased, how can I hold the knife? If you don't untie the deepest heart Knot, if you don’t get rid of your obsession, the knife won’t wake you up.”

Rainstorm Xinnu shuddered in his heart, snorted coldly, picked up the giant scythe at the side, got up and left.

Sure enough.

Rainstorm is a heart slave, the more you can't get it, the more you want to possess it. The more you despise him, the more he wants you to kneel in front of him. This deep-rooted paranoia may not be about love and hatred, or it may be a twisted Love to hate.He does whatever he wants, and the cruelty that others think is just a joke in his eyes, or even the kind of beauty he pursues.

After hearing the news, Qi Luosheng lowered his eyes to look at Xuepu Fan, who had restrained Jiangshan Yandao, and sighed in a low voice.

This time, if Stormy Heart Slave can unravel the source of his twisted obsession and not fall into the devil's way, then... then he won't be killed.This Jiangshan Yandao had already been stained with the blood of innocent people, and he had been sealed for 30 years. Huang Yuke's words that night disrupted his originally firm killing intent.

This is the last chance he is willing to leave, but if Rainstorm Heart Slave intends to do evil, even if he sacrifices his life, the two swords will never show mercy.

Thinking of this, he heard a few conversations from far away on the shore, the wind blowing the gauze curtain, Qi Luosheng raised his eyes and saw that the person who came was the best time and Jiuqiansheng.

He clearly remembered that during the Langhua Banquet, he and the youngest time had no time to come to the riverside. At this time, it should be... yes, it was supposed to be the time when he was talking about the image with the rainstorm heart slave, and then the youngest time was caught. Feel interrupted by the massive passing of time.

It seems that the trajectory of things has changed.

It's just that the boat is owned by Jiuqiansheng. Although he is also Jiuqiansheng's fault, but the time is wrong, it is still like occupying someone else's boat. Seeing that the two people have gradually reached the shore, Qi Luosheng's heart is moved , opened the cabinet where the pen and ink were placed.

"Someone came."

As soon as he stepped on the boat, Jiu Qiansheng noticed a slight difference. Although the furnishings in the boat were the same as before, the subtle changes in breath could always affect the intuition of the warrior.

Most Guangyin followed him into the boat, clasped the silver ring lightly with his fingers, and his amber eyes were slightly golden: "Scent of peonies."

"I have a letter." Jiu Qiansheng's eyes moved slightly, and he saw a letter under an empty snow-preserved jug on the table. The person who left the letter left not long ago.

——"The storm is coming, don't go near the dam."

The signature below is Qi Luosheng.

"What do you mean?" Jiu Qiansheng frowned: "Could it be..."

"The dam..."

At the last moment, he read a sentence, Jiuqiansheng was thinking that Qi Luosheng was also related to Time City, and maybe he could understand the true meaning of this message at the last moment, so he waited for his next words, unexpectedly, the person flicked his white tail, He said solemnly: "What is that?"

"Uh..." Well, compared to the original "what is a ship", this is already a relatively... advanced question.

Jiu Qiansheng received the letter paper, and briefly explained what a dam is. Seeing the silver-haired boy nodding his head as if understanding, he then expressed his conjecture: "After the Langhua banquet that day, Qi Luosheng also left a letter, It is said that ten days later there will be an earthquake disaster thousands of miles northwest of this place. Although I don't know whether it is true or not, people's lives are the most important thing, so I can't be vague, so I have sent people to evacuate there. Count the time, maybe this time the news It's also related to the earthquake."

Most Guang frowned, and said, "I don't feel a lot of time passing by."

Whenever a great catastrophe occurs somewhere and many people's time is plundered, as the son of the sundial of the city of time, Zuo Guang will feel the passage of time in his heart.

"The people over there haven't sent me a reply yet. If it wasn't for the Langhua Banquet, I'd like to go there by myself... Fortunately, after discussing this matter with Mr. Wenxi, he also promised that if there is an earthquake, he will pour out his money." help."

"Ah."

"It's rare to have free time these days, so why don't you drink with me first."

The two sat across the table, Jiu Qiansheng took out the small stove and warmed up the wine brought in the pot.

Not long after, the aroma of the wine evaporated, making people want to get drunk. Jiu Qiansheng filled two cups with the jug, put one cup in front of Jin Guangyin, and said with a smile: "Although you have overcome half of the seasickness now, after drinking this cup Don't fall any more."

"I won't." Zuo Guang tilted his head, and his soft silver hair flicked disobediently with this somewhat annoying movement, almost sweeping over the wine glass.

Jiuqiansheng smiled and said: "I hope so, otherwise I will jump down to save you again." After a short pause, he added, "The last time you saved you, you already promised with your body. If I save you this time, how will you repay me?"

It seemed that the twilight was getting deeper, and the gorgeous sunset glow dyed the side face of the young man red, with sparse brows and thin lips. His originally ruthless face was now stained with the world of mortals.

At the very end, he picked up the glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp. His throat was burning, and even his stomach was burning up. He just remained motionless, as if I just wouldn't fall.

"It's rare that you are so interested in drinking today." Jiuqiansheng picked up the wine pot and filled it for him, with a smile on his romantic brows and eyes, but at this time the sun was setting and it was already a little dark in the painting boat, but it was shining brightly.

Most time has always been a bad drinker, now his mind is clear and dizzy for a while, and he can't see clearly. He wants to ask him to light the lamp, but when he lowers his eyes and sees the Guqin put away, what he says is: "It's too dark... Tap the piano."

"Ha..." Jiu Qiansheng couldn't help it, he chuckled softly, waved his sleeves and put the qin on the table, "I'm not very good at 'lighting' the qin, can you teach me?"

Most of the time, my thoughts were knotted at this time, but I was still trying to figure out what the thing I should order was called. No matter what, it must not be the object in front of me.He stood up, trying to find the candle in the corner cabinet according to the past memory, but the moment he got up, the boat seemed to shake violently.

Seeing that the past was about to repeat itself, Jiuqiansheng quickly pulled him back, sat beside him, took that slender finger, and put it on the Lingling string: "Forget it, let me teach you."

The fingertips touching the strings are slightly cool, but the palm covering the back of the hand is very warm. Most Guangyin followed his guidance and pulled the strings. The scattered sounds beside his ears were obviously not tunes, not so pleasant, but they hit his heart one after another. The drunkenness also dissipated a little.

After the sky had completely darkened, the moonlight of Qing Lingling spread into half a boat of silver light from the window, and a piece of music had been played several times, and finally got a faint tone, and at last he turned his face slightly, and saw the man's snowy hair A few wisps were blown by the night wind through the window, showing a light silver color under the moonlight.

"What song is this?"

Jiuqiansheng led him to dial the last few tones, and replied slowly: "How happy are the years." The purple eyes drooped slightly, and in the dark, it seemed that the eyelashes covered the expression in the pupils like spreading butterfly wings , his voice was gentle, but at this time it sank a little, and the words were like the sound of his heart: "Without you in this life, how happy are the years."

The last tone was plucked in the heart of the other person in this way, and the strings trembled, endlessly.

Zhi Guang held his palm on the back of his hand with his backhand and pressed it against his chest: "My heart beats so fast."

It was vaguely the usual deep and calm tone, the young man's words were not false or exaggerated, and they were not really romantic words, just frankly speaking about the situation.

Through the clothes, he could still feel the continuous tremors and warm breath in his palms, and his face under the moonlight still looked deserted, as if he was born with alienation.

However, his expression was serious and determined.

Jiuqiansheng suddenly had some inexplicable emotions, and said in a low voice: "The time is like a passer-by for a hundred generations. But life is like a dream, how can you be happy?"

He is not a person who will hurt the spring and the autumn, but, the most innocent time is too pure, he is obviously not a person of the world of mortals.The young man himself said that he came to the affliction to cultivate, and he might really be his dust calamity.

Looking at him quietly in the most time, the unknown emotion seemed to be able to infect him, and his heart felt empty for a while—it was a bad feeling.Tightening his hand, he leaned closer to the snow-white figure under the moonlight, and his thin lips touched the gentle corners of his lips.

The aroma of the wine was strong, maybe the wine was overheated, or maybe the person in front of him was still drunk just now?