One Sword Nine Ya

The sun and the moon are like startled pills, which can be described as floating life.

Personnel affairs are like flying dust, which can be described as laborious.

It has been 16 years since Zhongzhou was pacified.

Emperor Shi Zhuang Baihan has been in power for 16 years. He has worked hard and finally brought peace and prosperity. People in the world, whoever mentions Zhuang Baihan, must respectfully call him "Mr."It is anecdotally heard that the master of the emperor walked through the Great Dragon Court and was named the emperor, but he refused to be called the emperor, and still regarded the Yan family as the royal family. I don't know if it is true or not.

Since the beginning of the year, the emperor's teacher has become sick from overwork, and has been declining. The emperor has exhausted all the power of the world, but it is irreparable.

It is rumored that before his death, he met his old man in white and said: "Recently, I have had many dreams. I saw my beloved wife, Yingying bowed down, and said, 'I have been waiting for you for many years'. When I woke up, my face was full of tears. Angelica, angelica!"

I don't know if the rumors are true or not, and I don't know who the old man is.

I only know that in the early spring of this year, when March arrives, there will be green willows like smoke.

There are various merchants along the long street, selling fans, kites, melons and fruits.

There is a peach blossom tree in the street, and there is a fortune-telling booth under the tree, but it is not an ordinary fortune-teller, but a woman.

But seeing that she has white hair, her face is not very old. Although the sign and compass on the table are a little old, they are all available, but no one is there to count them.

Because this fortune teller only tells fortunes and does not change them.

Ordinary fortune tellers, when they calculate that there are disasters, they always charge some money to teach you how to avoid disasters, but she only counts with her fingers. If you are in trouble, even if you stay at home, disasters will come. It's miraculous to see you on your head.

Therefore, except for those old people who have nothing to worry about, they will ask her to figure out when she will die, and few people care about it.

When the neighbors talk about it, they will always say that only after knowing this lady's ability, do they realize that sometimes it is happier not to know the fate than to know the fate.

However, on this day, a person stopped by the fortune-telling booth.

In fact, as soon as this person entered the long street, people's eyes were all attracted to him.

This man was dressed in snow-white clothes, led a horse, and walked from the end of the long street.

He has no sword in his hand.

He also has no sword in his heart.

His appearance is very outstanding, but this is not the most eye-catching place.

This person, the existence of the whole person, is enough to make people forget his appearance, his clothes, what kind of horse he is leading, whether he has a sword in his hand or in his heart.

If you have to describe it, he is like a night of north wind, after the snow has stopped, the morning when the sky breaks, a very clear breeze blows from the sky.

The wind naturally comes from outside the world, and after going through the world once, it has to return to the outside world.

He stopped in front of a fortune-telling stand.

In other words, the stall owner stopped him.

The fortune teller said: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years. Is the old man safe?"

He replied: "Good."

The gentleman said: "After all these years, your appearance has not changed, but I am old."

He said: "People with dead hearts will naturally age."

The husband smiled and asked: "In this way, your heart has never died."

He said lightly: "I have no intention."

The master said, "Then why come here?"

He replied, "Passing by."

The gentleman laughed: "Really?"

He said: "I have traveled all over the world in recent years, so I naturally take it seriously."

The gentleman said: "If it is really passing by, it is really a coincidence."

"Why?"

"There is a strange thing in this neighborhood, let me explain it to you in detail." The gentleman rolled up his sleeves, and naturally curious passers-by stopped to listen carefully.

"More than ten years ago, a young son was born in the Chen family here. It was already a surprise to have a son when he was old. I didn't expect that the young master would grow up and grow up, but he looked exactly the same as the second son who had never heard from the old master of the Chen family 36 years ago. In order to commemorate the second son, the Chen family actually took the name of the younger son as the name of the year..."

Passers-by gasped in admiration.

The gentleman looked towards a part of the long street, and said: "It's just a coincidence that this young master happens to be on the street right now."

When everyone looked around, they didn't see the young man's appearance. They first saw the red sleeves upstairs, and then looked down, and saw a young man dressed in brocade clothes, holding a painting fan, with affectionate eyebrows, and a gentle and elegant style.

There is always some affection in his eyes, if you look at it for a long time, you will find that this affection is not for any one person, but for everyone.

Not even facing everyone, but facing all things in this world. When he looked at a beautiful woman and a ragged beggar by the side of the road, the affection in his eyes would not change in any way, but he looked at the swamp The muddy gaze is no different from the gaze of Kazuki Peach Blossom, as if this person was born with a deep love for everything in the world.

Therefore, being able to be with this Mr. Chen is a very pleasant thing, and sometimes just looking at him is also pleasant.

The fortune-teller said: "Ye Jun, do you feel familiar?"

Ye Jiuya nodded and said, "It does look familiar."

"Since you look familiar, why are you here now?"

The breeze blew, and a few peach blossoms fell on the clothes, and he said calmly: "I thought he was the only one in the world who lied to me."

"Oh?" The fortune teller laughed, "Is the emperor sometimes deceived by others? I don't know who has such a great ability."

Seeing Ye Jiuya looking there, she seemed to have a slight smile in his eyes: "At the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the little Rakshasa once said that it takes 20 years to grow three souls and seven souls."

She said: "Half of your soul was torn apart, so naturally it is faster than usual soul cultivation..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the young master looking towards this side.

He was originally smiling, but suddenly he froze in place.

The servant next to him tugged at his sleeve and said indifferently: "Young master, let me tell you that when you see a beautiful woman, you will be in a daze. When will it be good?"

After looking at it again, I was also stunned.

Just at this moment, tears fell from his son's eyes.

The boy panicked and wiped it off with a silk cloth: "My lord, don't scare me, what's wrong?"

The silk is soft, but it is useless at all, as soon as the teardrops are wiped away, new ones have already flowed down, as if they can't flow completely.

Both the servant and the servant became anxious, asking a series of questions: "My lord, what's the matter?"

The young master shook his head while weeping: "I...don't know."

A lady passing by said: "I'm afraid it's not that I haven't shed tears in several lifetimes, but today I was caught by an evil spirit, so I have to cry all the time."

The young master was almost out of breath, and after a while, the tears gradually disappeared, and he looked up at Ye Jiuya, his eyes were red again.

He looked at Ye Jiuya, and took a few steps back: "A Nian, I'm in so much pain, don't... don't see him."

The servant looked at Ye Jiuya in embarrassment: "This, this..."

This person is not a mortal at first glance, he didn't know what to call him for a while, and finally he had a flash of inspiration: "This fairy..."

The title of "Xianjun" somehow attracted his young master, and the tears that had stopped just now fell down again.

The little servant wanted to slap himself, but he saw Xianjun walking over.

His young master said not to see, but stood still.

Finally, when the person came close, he tried Tantan to tug at the corner of Xianjun's clothes, and seeing that Xianjun was also looking at him, he simply threw himself into the person's arms and choked.

After crying for a long time, I raised my face and asked, "... who are you?"

Servant: "..."

He exchanged glances with several servants, and they all wanted to drag his young master away so as not to be ashamed in the street.

But the white-clothed fairy not only did not push the young master away, but gently hugged him back, stroking his hair with his fingers, and said: "Ye Jiuya."

As soon as the name came out, everyone who heard it was shocked.

In the whole world, there is only one named Ye Jiuya.

The young master said, "Did you come to see me?"

"Yes."

The son's eyes were still red, and he looked up at him: "...then you still go?"

"Don't go."

After all, he gently wiped away a little tear from the corner of the young master's eyes with his fingertips.

The young master stared at him for a long time before whispering, "I'm thirsty."

The servant raised his forehead: "Young master, I think you cry too much."

Xianjun said lightly: "Go to the teahouse."

The young master nodded, and pulled Xianjun towards the teahouse.

The boy and the servants were left stunned.

My young master cried a lot in the street, and then... abducted His Majesty the Immortal Emperor?

Mr. Zhou in the teahouse has been talking about books for many years, and he is still talking about it now.

"Following the Lanshan Lord Lu Lanshan's ascension through the thunder disaster, and his sister Yanlong Lord Lu Hongyan's taking over the South China Sea Sword Tower, this pure Guanxi Guanzhu also announced that his ascension is imminent. Presumably within a year or two, he will be able to prove the Tao and gain longevity— ——Speaking of Guanzhu Xie, there are many interesting facts, just the wall he encountered when he went to the fairyland before retreating to find someone to foster for his pet civet, it will make people laugh..."

There are new things in the mortal world every year. He never tires of talking about them for a long time, and the audience never tires of hearing them.

It is said that Xie Lang thanked Guanzhu for his ascension, and has gradually handed over the affairs to his disciple Xin Guanzhu. This new Guanzhu is really pedantic, and he doesn't like his disciples making money by selling news of immortality to the mortal world.Originally, people were worried that if this happened, there would be no fairy tales to listen to, but they didn't expect that the stories not only did not stop, but continued to flow more and more.

——Because this summer, Emperor Ye’s Floating Heaven Immortal Palace moved from Huandang Mountain to Canglang Cliff two hundred miles away from Yuecheng. A place where immortals often haunt.

Ye Jiuya was watching a heart method.

The young master leaned on him to read the storybook.

The young master only likes to read some poems and scriptures, even if there are many rare thoughts in the Futian Immortal Palace, he will not cultivate immortality.

It was rare for Xing Qiu to come down from Zhichen Mountain, and after laying out hundreds of Buddhist and Demonic Cultivation Methods, the young master just said lazily: "I don't have the root of wisdom, doesn't it mean that my three hearts are impartial... I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy. Hui, you can't do anything famous."

Xing Qiu glared at Ye Jiuya.

Ye Jiuya picked up a copy of "The Story of the Flower Moon" from among the many "Liuyunjian", "Zheyi Jing", and "Liangyi Qi" on the case, and put it in front of the young master, and said to Xingqiu: "Let him go."

Another year passed, in March, Xie Lang finally came out of the retreat, and as soon as he left the retreat, he went straight to Canglangya with the cat in his arms.

"Master Ye Jian," the little Taoist said with a sad face, "If Qingyuan can't ascend with me, if I want to lose weight, what should I do—"

Ye Jiuya said, "Give it to Mochen."

Xie Lang stepped forward and lowered his voice: "...is it really him?"

Before Ye Jiuya could speak, Qingyuan let out an "ow", broke away from Xie Lang, and ran towards the back of the hall.

"Hey, Miss Heiyuan is visiting?" The young master smiled and dodged a paw, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't hurt others—"

Qingyuan tilted his head, looking at him with green eyes.

The young master blinked at her, put a finger on his lips, the corners of his mouth were curled up, and there was a sly and mysterious smile in his eyes.

Suddenly, a white shadow appeared in the corner of his eye, and he stopped smiling.

Ye Jiuya looked at him with a half-smile.

Xie Lang didn't know what happened, so he scratched his head and said, "Brother Chen, the name Hei Yuan is really indecent. I think you judged my sister when I first met Canglangya, but she has held grudges to this day—"

He was talking, but found that Chen Weichen was looking at him with "quickly shut up" eyes.

Xie Lang was at a loss.

But he saw Mr. Chen stepping forward, holding Ye Jiuya's sleeve: "...I'm not lying to you."

"I'm also slowly remembering..."

Ye Jiuya reached out and stroked the top of his hair.

The stature of a teenager, not yet fully grown, is just right for touching the head.

Chen Weichen raised his head, frowned, and smiled foolishly.

On the edge of the Canglang cliff, the waves beat the shore, and the waves are like snow.I vaguely remember that there were people in white clothes stepping on the moon at sea back then.

——Since then, the world of mortals has been shocked.