Young Sovereign, he wants to die every day

It was already noon when Yan Xubai woke up, and he was woken up by the talisman bird that locked the window.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Fu Niao didn't stop outside. He turned over and felt that there was nothing beside him, only the quilt.Last night Yan Xubai insisted on staying in Xiantanzhu, but he didn't expect that he had already left after waking up.Feeling a little lost, he sat up slowly, took the undershirt that had been folded and put it on the bedside and put it on, a little soreness in his lower back made Yan Xubai feel a little uncomfortable.

Gently push the window open, and a little talisman bird is bouncing on the edge of the window.The sunlight outside the window was strong, and a little sunlight that fell along the cracks in the trees spread through the window and sprinkled on the bed.Yan Xubai leaned against the window, stretched out his hand to catch the talisman bird, and when it fell into the palm of the man, it instantly turned into letter paper.

"I have arrived at the Taoist place, but there are still many things I can't understand. I may not be able to return to Shu today, and I will have to hang around for a few more days. Don't worry about it. I will send you a letter of Acacia for your reward."

Sure enough, a blooming nocturnal acacia emerged from the letterhead with a very cute fluffy corolla.Yan Xubai lay down beside the bed again, carefully read the dozen or so words on the letter paper several times, his elegant elegance was pleasing to the eye.

The dappled sunlight shone on him, the rain last night did not stop until this morning, now the sunlight is mixed with water vapor, Yan Xubai looked up at the place where the sunlight escaped, and it seemed that he could see some faint rainbows.He twisted the stalk of the Albizia julibrissin flower and turned it towards the light. His expressionless face showed a slight smile at this moment, and the red marks on his neck were as attractive as peach blossoms in spring.

"Since I'm not coming back today, I'll take another day off." Yan Xubai turned over and buried himself in the quilt again, smelling the smell on the pillow, which made his mind sink.

After sleeping in a daze for an unknown amount of time, I vaguely heard a knock on the door outside the painting building, "Brother, are you in? The stewards of the various sects have already arrived, and they are all in the Immortal Pavilion. When will my brother come over?"

Opening his eyes suddenly, Yan Xubai suddenly remembered that he still had to meet people today, so he couldn't lie down anymore, so he got up and dressed, and said to the door: "Wait for me to wash up..." After a short pause, he remembered something, "Where is Auntie? Yesterday my aunt said to come with me."

Another female voice came from outside the door, "Ayu, just clean up, do you want me to go to the Yixian Pavilion first?"

Yan Xubai hurriedly put on his clothes, tied up his hair with a headband, and quickly opened the door to see Yan Minghuai and Duanying standing at the door of Huadong, suddenly felt that he should not be so indulgent, and said: "Let me wash up for a while. Please trouble Auntie, Minghuai will go there for me first."

Yan Minghuai and Duanying naturally didn't say anything, seeing that Yan Xubai looked good today, they responded with a smile and told him to take his time, and the two of them went to receive him first.

Same process as yesterday.After seeing the visitors from various sects, they exchanged a few more pleasantries, and after accepting their gifts, Yanmen returned a little.It has been tossing until the evening, and it is finally over.

Standing in the courtyard, Yan Xubai looked at the water-stained flowerbed in the courtyard, and recalled what he had said to Duanying at this time yesterday, and secretly strengthened his thoughts from yesterday.Back to Xiantanzhu along the stone road, the sun was almost setting and it was a bit hotter than yesterday.

He went up to the balcony and looked at Wujian under the protection of the enchantment, everything was intact.He walked to the table and took a storybook, and fell asleep on the recliner, staggering, reading the story in the book.

"Well... Yun Sheng loves Meiniang, the daughter of Yuanwailang's family in the town, but because Yunsheng's family is poor, he was expelled by Yuanwailang's family. But Meiniang is in love with her, and has even made a private decision for life. Yunsheng Knowing that Meiniang was promised to a wealthy family, she was depressed, lingering on her sick bed, and left in a few days..."

Yan Xubai turned a page, and continued to see "...Meiniang knew the news, her heart was like a knife, and she ran all night to Yunsheng's grave to pay homage. In the middle of the night, she mourned and mourned, and only listened to her daughter's words, "this life The fate is shallow, I hope that the future will continue'. On the second day, some priests went to the cemetery to pay homage, and saw red clothes and dead bones, lying in front of Yu Yunsheng's tomb..."

"How can there be such a sad story..." Yan Xubai frowned, covered the thin blanket on his stomach, and lit the fireflies around him a little.Turning to the title page of the book, seeing the title of the book is "Si Li", and flipping through it casually, it is such a sad and sad story.

"Do ordinary people like this?" Yan Xubai felt bored, so he put the script back on the round stool beside him, thinking in his heart that he would tell Ming Huai not to send this script again.

The sunset glow faded again, he lay on the chair, watching the stars gradually climbing into the night, he couldn't help thinking of the scene of the night tour with Fu Guilan a few days ago.

It was late at night, and the moon was in the sky, shining brightly.The two were walking on the back hill of Longsuo Mountain. This is a place where few people come, but a stone road has been built.The shadows of the trees cast by the moonlight on the gravel road are like aquatic plants growing in the water.

"It looks like fish will swim out of the shadow of the tree." Yan Xubai pointed to the shadow of the tree on the ground and said to Fu Guilan.

Fu Guilan looked at the scene on the ground and asked, "Why does Ah Yu think that no fish will swim out?"

Yan Xubai felt that what he said was a little silly but cute, so he said, "Don't you know, sir, this place just looks like water, so how can there be fish there?"

After finishing speaking, Yan Xubai felt that his eyes were covered by someone, and a gentle voice came from his ear, accompanied by breathing, "Ayu, don't peek, close your eyes for a while."

Yan Xubai waited quietly, feeling that the hands covering his eyes were warm and dry, and there was even a faint fragrance, which was very nice.He thought about why the acacia fragrance on Fu Guilan's body never faded away, so he must ask him for some incense next time.

"Okay." Fu Guilan let go of his hand.

What catches the eye are wisps of aura, they are blue and bright silver, about ten or twenty wisps.Each strand has a slender figure, with a big head and belly, and a tail like a ginkgo leaf, swaying and swinging.

In this dark night, these auras really swim on the ground like little fish, hide in the clumps of leaves, and reappear again.

"It doesn't look like it?" Fu Guilan looked at the person in front of him, and he didn't speak for a while, neither did he like it or not.

Yan Xubai raised his face, looked at Fu Guilan quietly, his eyes gradually stained with a smile, and suddenly threw himself into the arms of the person in front of him.After a while, he opened his mouth softly and said, "Mister did it, of course it looks like it."

The memory just now is like the eagle's vision, floating in front of my eyes, and even Fu Guilan's face seems to be palpable.Yan Xubai was stunned for a moment, escaped from the memory, and what he saw in his eyes changed back to the galaxy in the night, but his hand was still half-raised, as if he wanted to touch the person's face.

Yan Xubai slowly put his hand down, and couldn't help laughing at what he did just now.But it's only been a day since we've been apart, so you've become sick with longing?

He lifted the thin blanket, got up and walked to the table, deciding to read some documents.

Longsuo Mountain is silent, and the breeze moves among the mountains.Disciples of the Yan Clan, after the evening class, they returned to the disciples' residence to rest in an orderly manner.But Yan Xubai was still reading by the candlelight, and had no intention of leaving, even though he was a little sleepy.

The handwriting in front of his eyes began to become blurred, Yan Xubai tried his best not to sleep.He didn't know why he had to do this tonight, but he just thought that if he fell asleep, would he see Fu Guilan, which would definitely make him miss him even more.

The mountain wind is lingering, and the galaxy is lonely.

Yan Xubai still leaned on the table, but he still kept saying: "I can't sleep, I can't sleep..."

Can't sleep, can't sleep...

If you fall asleep, you will never wake up again, and you will have no chance to find your grandfather...

Why would you die here?Why would I never have the chance to see my grandfather again?And... why am I going to find my grandfather, hasn't my grandfather passed away?

"Mr. Fu has already left after receiving the punishment, but he seemed to be looking for you before he left."

A strange voice rang in his ears, and Yan Xubai suddenly woke up, and there was darkness in front of him.He was at a loss, subconsciously wanted to caress his eyes, and his fingertips touched the ribbon.

Why are you wearing a ribbon?

bang-

A porcelain bottle slipped out of Yan Xubai's hand and fell to the ground.

The person who just talked to him quickly picked up the things, handed them back to him, and said: "Junior Brother, go back quickly, the night is windy and dew heavy."

Yan Xubai took the porcelain vase, nodded, and replied: "Thank you, senior brother." Turning around and taking two steps, he tore off the ribbon on his face again, and the expected gleam came as expected, this is an early spring night.

He looked back again, and saw a clothed disciple of the ashram standing expressionlessly at the door of the room, and the room he was guarding was the hall.Yan Xubai looked down at the porcelain vase in his hand again, it was a jasper-colored gourd with dragon patterns on it.

"This is... wound medicine?" He opened the porcelain bottle, sniffed it with the tip of his nose, and said to himself, "Is this for him?"

Yan Xubai only felt that this scene was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it.He looked at the dojo disciple again, and found that his face was blurred and unrecognizable.But even so, Yan Xubai didn't think it was strange, he just pretended that he didn't know this senior brother.

All of this seems to be taken for granted, it is taken for granted that I can't think of it, and it is taken for granted that it is not surprising.

He remembered to deliver medicine to Fu Guilan.But the vague fear in his heart made him not want to go to Dulujian.

"I can clearly see it, so why do I still need to wear a ribbon?" Yan Xubai walked along the mountain road, and soon arrived at Zhehua Road. The mountains on both sides of the road were still turbulent, but this time the peach blossoms on the side of the road were in full bloom. Yes, it's pink and charming, it's really beautiful.

As the breeze blows, the lace of the pink peaches is like snow falling, falling continuously, and some petals are blown by the strong wind and flow into the night sky.Yan Xubai stopped unconsciously, wanting to grab those petals, but his hard work was still in vain.

"Is it supposed to rain?" Yan Xubai asked himself, "But why would I know that it's going to rain?"

This kind of guessing did not make Yan Xubai feel strange, he continued to walk on the stone road, only thinking that this flower-folding road was so long, as if it had no end.

I don't know how long he walked, Yan Xubai who was walking was thirsty and wanted to drink water from the pond next to him.But the etiquette from childhood restrained his thoughts.

This is really too reckless.

He continued to walk, and finally reached the mountain ladder leading to Dulujian. He climbed up slowly. He never thought that this mountain road is so difficult to walk. Was the Dulujian stone steps so narrow before?It was possible to walk when you were blind before, but why is it so difficult to walk now?

Such doubts appeared in Yan Xubai's mind.

before?Now?

Isn't now the past?

Why before?Why now?

If delivering medicine to Fu Guilan, shouldn't it be before leaving the ashram?But at that time, his eyesight had not recovered, so how could he see the surrounding scenery?

Yan Xubai suddenly felt that something was wrong.

That's right, apart from that senior brother whose face is unclear, I have never seen anyone else along the way.Is this really Dulujian?

Or is he just walking towards "Dulujian" according to the written script, without thinking.

Already entered the courtyard, the air is filled with the smell of Albizia julibrissin.

This fragrance doesn't smell good at all, why is it so sweet?Why is it so pungent?

Does Albizia julibrissin still smell like this?

Yan Xubai had doubts in his heart, he sat down on the stone bench under the tree, and looked towards the room where Fu Guilan lived.

The lights were not on, and it was pitch black.

He is not here, where would he be if he is not here?

when did he come back?has he been here?Have you really been here?Didn't he come to kill me?

That's it, that's it.

Then why wait for him here, why?Are you waiting to die?

But what about Yanmen?If he dies like this, wouldn't it be a waste of his grandfather's cultivation?

Thinking about this, Yan Xubai felt the sweet ambergris in his nostrils become more intense, making him dizzy.

Can't stay here.

No, you must stay here.

No.

No.

No.

No.

"Young Master Yan."

He is here, who is it?