Wang Yue Han

Some people light up the lamp and look at the sword while drunk, so naturally some people think about parting and sorrow while drunk. Once entering Huangliang, it is an old dream, the old scene, the shadows rustle; , In the darkness, he stood there in a daze for a long, long time, the sky and the earth turned around, and the strong smell of blood came to his nostrils. When the thick fog cleared, he looked around, and it turned out that the sunset was fading, but... the sunset, unexpectedly It is more fiery red than raging fire; the footsteps move lightly, and there is gurgling water, looking down, there is a bloody river under my feet, and the dead bones and dead bodies in the river are floating far away, the decaying smell makes people sick, corpses are everywhere, blood flows Cheng He, how many innocent people have lost their lives?Who is the perpetrator of such a tragic event?Why?

Yan Ziyao tried to get himself out of here, but his feet were suddenly weak and unable to lift his feet. He looked around the river, under the blood-colored setting sun, and suddenly heard a strand of strings, playing a song of lovesickness; plucking the strings The man, whose white feather robe of an exiled immortal has been dyed red by the color of blood, the red and white mottled, is the interweaving of love and hate in his life. Only now did Yan Ziyao want to understand that the sunset is not the color of blood red, but the color of the setting sun. The river was stained red with blood, and he scolded with resentment: "Killing so many people, what is your intention!?"; I can't stop you from cultivating to become an immortal, so I will pave the way for you with this ten-mile cold river, dry bones and blood, and hope that from now on, no matter in the sky or in the world, you can live a happy and happy life."; The earth is exhausted, the clouds and waves are vast, and they are bestowed with blood and floating pestles. Just ask, who can be so calm and calm?The pure moonlight appeared, and asked angrily: "I am cultivating my immortal journey, what does it have to do with you?"; "What to do with me? Hahahahaha, yes, what to do with me..." The strings trembled because of his sneer , under the setting sun, with blue hair replaced by white hair, he calmly pressed the strings: "I didn't have any intentions, but you made me passionate. From the moment I fell in love with you, fate is doomed to have no room for change."; Standing bloody, suddenly looking back, I was shocked to know that it was an old friend!

The young man's white clothes were stained red with blood, like Luoyang red peonies blooming layer by layer, his blue hair turned white, his glazed blue eyes faded, leaving only scarlet eyes...

"No! It shouldn't be like this!!" The wind in the past suddenly blew open the window of the bamboo pavilion, and woke up from the nightmare, only to know that it was a nightmare, sweating, and whispering; and this scene happened to be reflected in the In the Qingxin Pool in front of the White Horse Temple, the river and the sea are turbulent for no reason, and a person stands speechless with a sword in his hand...

"Qingxintan can reflect the greatest concern in a person's heart. If the benefactor is killing innocent people indiscriminately today, have you ever thought about how to face this person in the future?"; How to face it?Jiang Zihan really never thought about this point. He had vowed to make a bet with him at the beginning, so today he wanted to destroy it just because of a momentary impulse?Yan Ziyao is a member of the Taoist sect, and he has just confirmed this emotion, which is already inappropriate. If the crime of killing is added, does that mean that it will never be possible for him and himself?

"If the benefactor can't think of an answer, why don't you put down the butcher's knife and enter my White Horse Temple to meditate in the pagoda before answering?" Love and choose to let go, maybe in the future Yan Ziyao will refuse when he learns of this love, but he also does not want him to be criticized by others, but Xi Yu is bound to drink blood and pay back, if he wants to take it back, there is only one way; Sleeve yarn, using Xi Yu to draw down on his arm, the spirit sword drank blood, and the edge gradually faded: "It is not difficult for me to enter the tower, but I want to know more, if you ask me, where did my crime come from?" ; "The crime of privately arranging a flood dragon is the first, the second is the crime of killing people, and...";

After counting the crimes one by one, when he wanted to continue, the people inside stopped him and said: "Don't talk too much!" Jie put away his Zen staff and said: "I'm going to copy the Qingxin Sutra, and may the Buddha forgive me for being unreasonable." After ordering, he said to Jiang Zihan: "Almsgiver, please..."; a little spark guided Jiang Zihan to the back mountain of Baima Temple. Passing the pagoda, the pagoda has eighteen layers, one layer of the tower comes with a felony, love parting, greed, anger, ignorance, resentment and hatred, the upper nine layers are human thoughts, the lower nine layers are demon spirits and demons, what Yan Ziyao committed is love. Therefore, to confine yourself to the lower nine layers is to think about the bottom of the pagoda; the gold and jade are gradually scorching hot, Yan Ziyao wipes off the cold sweat, picks up the randomly discarded clothes on the ground, and puts them on carefully; I survived this catastrophe by chance, but I was just a dream of Jing Ke, why does this place seem a bit desolate?There are desolate figures all around, where did the singer who sang to wine last night go?

Thinking about what was wrong, Yan Ziyao rushed in to Mu Fengxuan next door, knocked on the door of the guest room eagerly and shouted: "Lu Zhuofeng, have you woken up yet! Come out quickly!"; the door of the next room was knocked There was a ding-dong sound, which disturbed the dream three times, Lu Zhuofeng was still leaning on Liu Yiyun's chest and fell asleep, he coquettishly shook Liu Yiyun, and yelled for him to open the door to see what Yan Ziyao was screaming at ghosts; last night after drinking Madman, Lu Zhuofeng's bruises have not subsided yet, Liu Yiyun smiled fondly, and scratched the tip of his nose lightly, then took the long gown from the bedside and put it on his body, then kicked on his shoes to open the door and asked: "Mr. Yan, Zhuo Feng, he hasn't woken up yet, what are you looking for him for?"; "Haven't woken up yet?" No wonder no one responded in the room for a long time, it turned out that he had knocked on the wrong door, so Yan Ziyao had to turn over; He half-closed the door and didn't come out, but on his half-exposed shoulders, there were a few red marks that were very obvious, as if... In order to confirm the conjecture, Yan Ziyao tapped Liu Yiyun's sleeping acupoints while Liu Yiyun was absent-minded, and let him Leaning in front of the door to sleep, he raised his hand and pushed the door and walked in. The person on the bed was still asleep, his body was only covered by a silky thin quilt around his waist, and the marks on his body were a bit of an eyesore, how could it be possible!How can humans and demons do this!

Angrily, Yan Ziyao dragged Lu Zhuofeng to sit up, and said angrily: "What did you guys do last night?!"; How could he not lose his temper when he was dragged up forcibly, but only after he lost his temper did he realize, what's going on!Yan Ziyao unexpectedly entered without invitation!And I didn't wear clothes at all at this time, okay?

In a panic, he pulled off the thin quilt and reprimanded: "I'm going, Master Yan Daochang! Please don't enter unless you are, and don't look if you are inappropriate! Do you know! Where are all the etiquette taught by your Taoism!"

"Lu Zhuofeng! Do you know that humans and monsters cannot be combined! Don't say you are a man, even if you are a woman, you are not allowed! You are self-destructing and practicing, do you know it! Do you know it!" Yan Ziyao stomped his feet anxiously, but Lu Zhuofeng didn't feel wrong in the slightest: "I know what you said, but I also know that the spring night is short, and we should enjoy ourselves in time. Anyway, I don't practice immortality, so I live one more day." There is no difference in living a year less! Besides, doing happy things with a lover does not hinder others..."; "You! There is no cure!" Yan Ziyao slammed the door angrily, when did he start to care? Are you talking about someone else?

In his anger, he forgot to ask Lu Zhuofeng if he knew where Jiang Zihan had gone, but depending on the situation, it might be useless to ask...

He returned to Hanyue residence, dust was flying everywhere, he remembered that Jiang Zihan was very clean, with a wave of his sleeve, three thousand dusts were swept away, and everything returned to tranquility; Here, there are a few passers-by outside the bamboo forest, Qi Qi said: "Did you feel the strong wind in the morning, even many houses in the town were damaged, and they are being repaired right now!"; "Yes yes yes Ah, that wind is the same as the thunderstorm last year, it came weirdly and suddenly, but fortunately it went away quickly, otherwise I really don't know what kind of disaster it will cause."; The voice of the people faded away, and Yan Ziyao's heart twitched unknowingly, It seems that there is a slight connection between the wind and rain and Jiang Zihan; is it because I left without saying goodbye last year, so now you are doing the same and deciding to leave first?It's okay, it's okay... I'm going to leave anyway...

Caressing Ji Feng, today I have no intention to perform a farewell song, the gentle wind is rustling, suddenly there is continuous drizzle, footsteps are stepping, Yan Ziyao looks back, the person who came is not the person he missed, but a little novice novice, he respectfully Respectfully stepped forward: "Little monk, please refrain from anger, I have seen the benefactor." People treat each other with courtesy, and I treat others with courtesy. Yan Ziyao returned with Buddha's courtesy, saying: "What is the so-called little master coming here?"; Practice He is pure and quiet, so he did not go to look at Yan Ziyao. The little novice straightened his body and said the purpose of this trip: "Benefactor, the little monk went out of the mountain to join the White Horse Temple in the mountain. Our abbot told me to come and invite the benefactor to come. A continuation in the White Horse Temple."