[Xue Xiao] Don't know dreams

He woke up from the dream with a tearing pain in his chest, and he didn't know whether it was tears or sweat on his cheeks.

The immersive nightmare made him unable to suppress the trembling all over his body, and he almost vomited.

He opened the door and rushed out. Dawn was breaking, and the last bright star was still hanging in the sky.

A band of light appeared in front of it, and when I ran closer, I realized that it was a cold river reflecting the starlight.

The river was clear, and a strange face appeared.

Pale as paper, without tears or sweat, Kong left a sad face.

Has he fallen into the next nightmare?

"you're awake."

At this time, someone sighed.

"You finally woke up."

The person who was talking to him was tall and carrying a saber, wearing a black Taoist robe, with a bamboo hat hanging down the black veil, completely unable to see his face, and took him back to the thatched hut he was in before.

"Who are you?" He asked blankly, "Who am I?"

The man replied indifferently: "You will remember."

The thatched hut was built in the wilderness, and it was very simple. There were only two rooms, and each of them lived in one room.

At the beginning, he was still drowsy all day long, unable to lift himself up, and the black-clothed Taoist priest stayed by the bed.After one or two months, the situation gradually improved. The Taoist priest in black would prepare the daily food, leave early and return late.

He once wanted to ask whether they were father, son, brother, friend or something else. The black-clothed Taoist seemed to know, but for some reason, he refused to reveal a single word.

The man himself was dressed in pitch black, but all the clothes prepared for him were coarse white clothes.

Sometimes he secretly got up early to watch the black-clothed Taoist go out, and sometimes ran to the river at night to wait for the black-clothed Taoist to come back.

He gradually forgot the horrible dream he once had, and there was no trace of grief on the face reflected in the river water.He no longer has the slightest bit of pain and disappointment. If it weren't for the confusion and curiosity accumulated in his heart, he would be able to enjoy the peace of endless books every day.

Once a Taoist came back and saw him by the river.

He pretended not to notice, but he knew that the Taoist priest had been watching him silently for a long time from a distance.

Under the black veil, he didn't know what kind of eyes the Taoist priest was looking at him.

After a long time, he couldn't help asking: "Where do you go every day?"

The black-clothed Taoist kept silent, turned around and walked towards the house, his lonely back was so desolate among the green mountains and green waters.

After returning to the house, the Taoist put the food on his table and went back to his room.

There are three steamed buns wrapped in oil paper.

During the one or two months when he was weak, he ate almost nothing.The improved food is smoked game meat, sometimes pheasant, sometimes hare.It was hard for him to swallow, and he only ate a little at a time, so he replaced it with steamed buns and noodles.

Obviously, these were not made by the black-clothed Taoist priest. Maybe he traded his prey for steamed buns and flatbreads. This place is so remote, does he walk to the market every day?The Taoist priest refused to tell him anything, how could he remember it?

While nibbling on the steamed bun, he secretly made a decision.

After the Taoist priest in black went out early in the morning, he walked into the Taoist priest's room. There was not even a table in it, only a bed.

There were no clues to be found. When I was about to leave, I saw something placed in the corner with a layer of cloth wrapped around it.When untied, it turned out to be a magnificent sword.

Unlike the saber carried by the Taoist priest in black, maybe this is another sword of his.

He pulled out the sword curiously, looked at it for a long time, then wrapped the sword in its original shape, and put it back to its original place.

He thought of a possibility.The black-clothed Taoist priest is a villain who commits all kinds of crimes. He was taken hostage, so he couldn't be allowed to escape, and his life couldn't be harmed in the slightest. It also explained why he refused to tell him the truth.

He is not afraid of any possibility, he just wants to know the truth.

The next day, he wrapped the leftover dry food in the past two days in a short coat and tied it into a cloth pocket. After the Taoist priest in black went out, he took the sword hidden in the Taoist priest's room for self-defense, and secretly followed the Taoist priest in black. Taoist priest.

Afraid of being discovered, he only dared to follow from a distance.

I saw the Taoist priest in black walking into a forest, as if he was going to hunt, but before he went deep, he changed his direction and walked back to the main road.

He walked a few miles and was already panting from exhaustion, but the Taoist priest in black was still walking steadily, and he was about to be unable to keep up. It happened that the Taoist priest in black stopped when he met a few pedestrians on the road.

He leaned on the sword and was about to rest for a while, when suddenly the Taoist priest in black drew out his sword and slashed at the pedestrians.

He was taken aback, and he didn't know how to gather strength, and strode forward.

The person who was cut was decapitated immediately. He stood in front of the only two passers-by and wanted to shout to stop, but no sound came out of his dry throat.

The Taoist priest in black froze for a moment, and then the sharp sword in his hand stabbed straight again.

He didn't see the movement of the Taoist priest in black at all, and he was pulled behind the Taoist priest in an instant, and the passerby who was originally protected by him was killed on the spot.

"You want to save these things that are no longer human?"

He looked at the corpses in horror. Purple-black liquid was sprayed beside the deformed heads and torsos, making a hissing sound and emitting a few wisps of blue smoke.

It turned out that what the Taoist priest in black killed was not a human being, but a walking corpse.

He was still in shock, and the Taoist priest in black sighed.

"Shuanghua has come out of her sheath."

A beam of sword light fell into his hand, and he suddenly held a sword in his hand, the tip of the sword was still dripping the black blood of the corpse.

It was none other than him who killed the two walking corpses just now, or to be precise, it was the Shuanghua sword in his hand.

"You said I would remember, how long will it take?"

He turned against the customer and used questioning to cover up his panic at the moment.After all, he not only followed the Taoist priest in black, but also stole his sword.

The Taoist priest in black stared at him for a long time, then turned his back.

"It's a good thing that you can't remember it."

It seemed that the Taoist priest was not angry.

His thoughts turned: "This sword... Could it be mine in the first place?"

The Taoist priest in black nodded, wiped him dry and put his sword back into its sheath.

He followed the Taoist priest in black into the woods. He guessed right, hunting was easy for the Taoist priest, and then he carried the prey to a village five miles away, in exchange for food such as steamed buns and noodles.

After a day of tossing around, he was already exhausted, his legs were weak, and he walked more and more slowly. The Taoist priest in black carried him back to the thatched cottage.

It was late at night.

The brightest star in the dawn was now dim, hidden in the light of the moon and the other stars.

He was still able to find the star.

This sense of familiarity is strange and uncanny.

Their bodies touch each other, and they are both dressed in black and white, but they are both real people, and there is not much difference.

He thought that even if this Taoist priest was a bad person, he would not be a bad person through and through.He already understands his goodness.Maybe, he thought wrong from the beginning, in fact, this Taoist priest is a good person, a good person who is not good at words and gentle in heart.

Suddenly, he boldly reached out and lifted the black veil hanging beside the Taoist hat.

He froze.

Under the black gauze are layers of bandages.

The Taoist turned his head, and two rays of light shot out from the gap between the bandages.

His heart shuddered, and his body trembled with inexplicable cold.

The Taoist still walked forward with his back on his back, but he didn't dare to say any more, and tightly clenched the hands on the Taoist's shoulders.

He still can't remember anything.

The Taoist priest in black gave him back his sword, and he began to fall asleep with the sword in his arms.

Dream again.

In the dream all night, there are sword dancers dressed in white practicing martial arts diligently on the top of the mountain, and their moves are elegant and elegant.

During the day, he used Shuanghua to try to practice the swordsmanship in his dream.

He found that as long as he danced his sword, the Taoist priest in black would stare blankly and no longer try to avoid it.

While controlling Shuanghua, he guessed in his heart that they must have known each other before, and the bond was very deep. He didn't know what kind of fate brought them to this situation.

He quickly understood the way, and after several months of practice, his swordsmanship improved greatly.

The big tree outside the thatched hut was attracted by the sword energy, and the leaves fluttered down. Shuanghua made a circle, and the fallen leaves rolled into a strip in the air.

The martial arts of the Taoist priest in black was unknown, if he threatened him with sword energy, he wondered if the Taoist priest would reveal all the unspeakable secrets.

His sword energy drew a strong wind, and he wanted to lean towards the place where the black-clothed Taoist priest was standing, but his mind was uncertain.

After all, they shared weal and woe, and thanks to the Taoist priest's careful care, he was able to gradually recover.Although he was eager to know the truth, how could he use such a threatening method?

So, he turned to another direction with his sword energy.

The mud was wet after the rain, and suddenly his feet were unsteady. If it weren't for a pair of steady and strong hands to support him, he would have fallen down.

The sword energy dissipated, and the frost fell, piercing into the mud.

The fallen leaves spread out slowly, fluttering and falling beside Shuanghua.

The black veil of the bamboo hat was blown up by the wind, and he once again met the eyes of the Taoist priest in black.

This time, he read out the frost that keeps people thousands of miles away, and the bottomless sadness.

However, this person's hands were warm.

His hands were also warm.

So, he held the Taoist priest's hands tightly.

After giving up the slight struggle, the Taoist priest in black seemed helpless.

"I thought it was time for you to sigh again." He laughed.

He stood up straight and put Shuanghua back into the sheath.

"It's been a full year since I woke up today. I can't remember anything except swordsmanship." He asked faintly, "Who are you? And who am I?"

This time, he didn't have to wait too long.

The Taoist priest in black took off his bamboo hat and said with determination: "It's time, I'll take you to take revenge."

The cave that the Taoist priest in black took him to was not far away.

The Taoist priest is very familiar with the road, and he may come here often, but he has never mentioned it to him.

In the cold and damp cave, they used their swords to control the light, and the air was filled with moisture, which wet their coats unknowingly.

There was a person lying in the corner of the cave. He never thought that besides him and the Taoist priest in black, there was another person living in such a place.

The person lying there was so emaciated and motionless that it was difficult to be sure that it was not a corpse.It is empty under the left cuff.

"Is this my enemy?"

"That's right, you and I were both killed by this villain, and I put him under house arrest here."

Just looking at his clothes, this should be a young man. He leaned over and lifted the gray hair on the man's forehead, but found that the man's face had turned black and his cheeks were sunken, almost out of shape.

He was thinking about what this young man should look like, and suddenly there was a violent emotional ups and downs in his chest. He knew that he must recognize this person.

"He ruined everything for us, kill him."

He sniffed, and sure enough, the man was still alive.

Seeing that he was still refusing to raise his sword, the black-clothed Taoist priest suddenly became agitated, picked up his own sword and stabbed at the people on the ground.

"what are you doing?"

His thoughts were confused and his head was dizzy.

The black-clothed Taoist priest stabbed several times on his own, the clothes of the man lying on the ground were torn, and the flesh was cut in many places, but he did not wake up without saying a word.

He suddenly threw himself on that person, preventing the black-clothed Taoist priest from doing anything to hurt that person.

"Get out of the way! You hate him! I hate him too!"

The voice of the Taoist priest in black changed from his usual tone because of his excitement.

He didn't understand why he went against the Taoist priest in black to protect his so-called enemy in front of him. He hugged that person tightly, trembling uncontrollably, thousands of fragments flashed through his mind but they couldn't be connected clearly. He almost gagged.

The Taoist priest in black noticed his strangeness, and asked anxiously, "Xiao Xingchen, what's wrong with you?"

There was a tearing pain in his chest, and he didn't know whether it was tears or sweat on his cheeks.

Sure enough, the nightmare found him again, or, never let him go?

He gritted his teeth and said two words tremblingly, then passed out.

"Xue... Yang..."