Wang Yue Han

Suoxian didn't see the sudden storm, and washed away the bloody sorrows and joys in front of the Forbidden Palace. The fairy body was gone and drifted away with the wind, not even a piece of rag was left. The rain washed away everything in the world. The king closed his eyes and didn't know what to think. Step by step to ascend to a high position, the so-called lord of the world is nothing more than a lonely family. What you don't want is easy to get, but what you want can't be kept. Is everything fatal?He was not reconciled; when Jiang Zihan first woke up from the dream, Jiang Zihan realized that everything was illusory, and the person in the dream was really an idiot, who did such a thing for a person who didn't love him. But deep, I don’t know why there is any need to be persistent? If it were me, I would definitely leave in a cool way, and I wouldn’t be obsessed with a heartless person, otherwise I would hurt myself and others, I would be really stupid.”; Drunk Dream , He didn't know who the so-called stupid person he was talking about was, and his mind was still a little dazed. The wax torch in this room had already been burned to ashes, and he couldn't see his fingers when he stretched out his hand. People said that one day in the sky and one year in the world, could it be that in this dream? Also like this?

But of course not, he just fell asleep until the bright moon and the breeze gathered together. With a flick of a finger, the candle was bright again. Jiang Zihan stood up and saw Yan Ziyao lying next to him. Said sarcastically: "If you are not good at wine, you compete with me for a drink. Is this the rule?" He witnessed the love infatuation of two lives in one dream, and seeing Yan Ziyao sleeping peacefully, maybe it should be a sweet dream, right?He played with Yan Ziyao's locks of hair neatly placed on his chest, and muttered to himself: "It's just that no matter how beautiful your dream is, there is no connection with me..."; but what kind of connection does he ask for?There is an inextricable knot between them, the Taoist demon and the natural enemy, and they should be content with being able to share the same bed at this moment. Let go of the obstacles in your heart, and want to step over Yan Ziyao's body to get out of the bed, but never want to be killed by Yan Ziyao at the hem of his clothes Suppressed by death, he accidentally threw himself on Yan Ziyao's body. This time, they were almost close to each other, and the distance between each other was not more than an inch. Yan Ziyao breathed evenly, and the warm breath sprayed on Jiang Zihan's face intentionally or unintentionally. There seems to be something wrong with the posture...

Jiang Zihan quickly put aside all his thoughts, propped himself up a little bit, and tried to pull out the hem of the clothes that was suppressed by Yan Ziyao. He was a little guilty and his hands were weak. After being rescued, Yan Ziyao didn't know what he had dreamed of, so he put his arm around his waist and hugged him tightly, shouting something in his mouth; the distance between them after so much difficulty changed back to zero again, Jiang Zihan was speechless and slandered Said: "What crime did I do..."; Yan Ziyao's hands were so strong that Jiang Zihan couldn't break free, and his rubbing back and forth caused some changes in Yan Ziyao's body. Straight to his stomach, Jiang Zihan was extremely embarrassed and didn't dare to move anymore. He was silent for a long time to calm down, and it took him a long time to remember that he could transform himself into an aurora shape, and lifted himself from Yan Ziyao's arms. Rescued from the accident, he cursed secretly, and quickly ran to the carved wooden window and pushed open the casement. At night, the spring breeze slipped in through the window with dampness, blowing on Jiang Zihan's face in his heart, and finally suppressed the nameless feeling. The fire is on, and there is only a single shadow on the window sill, which is the person without Shang; "Now that the dream has come back, how about watching the moon together?" Wushang sits alone under the peach blossom tree, the water in the cup reflects the moon in the sky, today's spring breeze has not melted into rain, Fanxi Lihua played a song of farewell, I want to ask you, when did we meet?

Although the door of the Peach Blossom Temple was closed, it was not locked. Yan Ziyao was in a dream, and Jiang Zihan didn't want to be disturbed. He got Wushang's invitation and pushed the door to go under the peach blossom tree. For a moment, he seemed to have a thousand words and a thousand words to say. Speaking of; "Sit." Wushang lightly sniffed the rim of the cup, and when Jiang Zihan approached, he invited him to sit in the west hall, but separated by a wall, there were two different styles, if the former was as elegant as a chrysanthemum, then the latter was Lingdong Aomei; "When I first met, I was surprised why the four gentlemen lacked the plum blossoms alone, but now I think about it, they are sitting in the well and watching the sky." A scent of tea lingers, the heat in the small stove is just right, and the water in the pot is boiling hot, just like Jiang Zihan Previous heartbeat; "Shanmei, proud of snow and frost, only blooms in the cold winter, and would rather stand alone than compete with a hundred flowers for spring. This is its pride and its shortage, just like people in the rivers and seas. The beautiful one lives alone." The temperature of the water in the pot is just right, so Wushang added some to taste the tea; every gentleman can know the taste of the tea, whether it is bitter or sweet, and it has a great connection with the tea drinker, Jiang Zihan has something in his heart The knot was beginning to appear, so when the tea entered his throat, he felt bitter and heartburning. He frowned slightly, put down the teacup and asked, "Is this bitter tea?" Wushang looked at him, knew what he was feeling, and explained with a sneer: "No, no, this tea is produced from the nameless mountain in Sichuan, so it is named Wuming. This tea is not as charming as the Longjing tea in the south of the Yangtze River, but it has its advantages. The world says that the taste is born from the heart, and the taste of this Wuming tea is also derived from it. Born from the heart, when you have bitterness in your heart, you will feel that it is like bitter tea. As long as you let go of the obsessions in your heart, the bitterness will naturally come to you."; "Obsessions in your heart? Do I have it?" This is the first time Jiang Zihan has been said to have a heart. Obsession, he just doesn't like to be in the world of mortals, is this also a kind of obsession?Other than that, he really couldn't think of anything else; "Forget it, these are just my judgments, why don't you tell me what you felt in your dream?" Scattered all over the ground, some mavericks fell into the teacup, and the delicate crimson was dyed with the fragrance of the tea, adding to the splendor. As for the dream, it was just a phantom. As long as the protagonist is not him, why should he care about it? ?

Mingyue doesn't know the pain of parting, the road is different, and the way is different. After a fantasy dream, Chenlong is bathed in water and reborn. Look, the color of that place is wrong, it looks like it has been soaked by water, did I lose control last night?

The atmosphere seemed to be frozen for a moment, Yan Ziyao covered his face with his hands, he seemed to have had a dream last night, in the dream there was love, parting, resentment and hatred, but after Li Shang passed, he seemed to have another dream, it was a frank and honest relationship with others. When the clouds and rain blended, even after reaching its peak, the Yellow River burst its embankment and flooded the river, could it be...not to mention anything else, just because the other party is a man, Yan Ziyao no longer dared to recall that dream It's been a while, and the drowsiness has long since dissipated. He regained his composure and found that Jiang Zihan was still asleep on the inside, and then he kept comforting himself, saying that it's fortunate that such a ugliness has not been noticed by others, otherwise he would have no face. For Yan Ziyao, the leakage in the dream was really the first time since he knew about human affairs, he gently turned over and lay down on the bed, and took out his own clothes in the package to change, but he didn't know whether to take care of the dirty clothes or not. Keep it, after all, it is not his property; "Actually... this is just a common thing, let's keep the clothes, after all, they are made of high-quality materials, the craftsmanship is also top-notch, and the clothes really fit your temperament. If you throw them away, wouldn't you What a pity?" Yan Ziyao was staring at a pile of clothes worrying, when Jiang Zihan suddenly appeared behind him, suppressed a smile and said, in fact, he doesn't care how expensive a piece of clothing is, he just thinks that black dress is really real He liked Yan Ziyao very much, he was used to Yan Ziyao wearing black clothes, but suddenly he was not used to Yan Ziyao wearing clothes of other colors, especially white, he thought that pure white was too dazzling, even uglier than wearing hemp and mourning. People can't help but want to splash some dirt on it; Jiang Zihan's words made Yan Ziyao's cheeks blush, he has always known that this bamboo spirit has a face as thick as a wall, and it seems easy to tease himself, it is really abominable, he is a master of Taoism Man, how can this kind of thing become commonplace!

Unfortunately, before he opened his mouth to refute, Jiang Zihan rummaged through his baggage to find something, until Jiang Zihan finally stuffed another blue dress into his hand, and he still hadn't figured out the cause and effect, Jiang Zihan ordered him to put it on immediately , he did so silently, but he felt that he, a cultivator, obeyed a goblin, and there was no one else; he smiled bitterly in his heart and prayed, only asking Ling Yun to watch the ancestors of the past generations, but don’t take advantage of him next time he falls asleep. It’s good to come to him to read the ancestral precepts, change clothes in two or three, and go with Jiang Zihan to say goodbye to Wushang; before leaving, Wushang prepared a bag of unknown tea and a few pots of peach blossom wine to wish them a smooth journey, Said that today's rivers and lakes are chaotic, good and evil cannot be distinguished with the naked eye alone, and if necessary, you should ask your heart. He also mentioned a little about Sanshengjiu before letting them go; An extra bamboo frame was set up, with Yan Ziyao's changed clothes hanging on it, and the two sat side by side on the bow of the boat, Jiang Zihan suddenly slapped Yan Ziyao's shoulder, and asked, "Hey, tell me, I'm such a good drinker A person, why did he get drunk after only two drinks yesterday?"; Yan Ziyao didn't look at him, and replied indifferently: "Everyone gets drunk if you don't get drunk. Brother Wushang said that Sansheng wine is strange, but you still insist on it?" Bravery."; "Then aren't you the same? Come on, tell me, where did you dream of such a beautiful woman? It can make you like a pure-hearted person..." Jiang Zihan deliberately said ambiguously, and his eyes still glanced from time to time Yan Ziyao washed his clothes just now; he knew what he meant, but how could Yan Ziyao think about it again, blushing and escaped from Jiang Zihan's sight, and went to the other side of the boat to meditate , lest the joke go too far, if two people fight on this small boat, the gain will outweigh the loss. After all, Jiang Zihan doesn't want to do it himself, because instead of wasting time, it's better to look down on the time. , the beauty of the two banks, if he misses it, he will regret it for the rest of his life.