[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

.Once she retreats like this, she will no longer be able to see the Yuanshen chess game.Suddenly, a flood surged, and the entire water body of the West Sea split in two. A bowl of big black lotus floated up from the crack in the water, with criss-cross veins and the sound of a heartbeat.The lotus grew rapidly, and its petals turned upside down, immediately enveloping the two of them.

Feeling dizzy, Ao Cunxin froze in place, almost losing the ability to think.

His life was entangled in this black lotus.

Perhaps from now on for thousands of years and generations to come, there will never be that person's voice and smile again.

And among the mortal beings that that person risked his life to protect each other, she was also a part of it.

He shouldn't have died like this...

A rustling sound of cracking penetrated into the ear.

The Saha Valley has been silent all year round, and she has developed her extraordinary hearing ability, so she is confident that she will never hear it wrong.

Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled out the wooden sword at her waist, poured her life's mana into the blade, and slashed at the black lotus flower that had grown in hell for hundreds of millions of years, like a moth to a flame, or an egg to a stone.

"It's against my will to see death and not to be saved, I would rather the world bear me!"

……

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and the snow falls alone on the sea.

The flowers bloom with six petals, falling slowly, and falling again.

It is snow, it is the snow that Guanjiangkou does not have, it is the snow that she has looked up to in the Sapo Valley for many years, and this year has arrived as promised.

She just felt that she was falling, falling, falling.

In the blurred field of vision, it looks like snowflakes are flying upwards.

She was still falling until there was cold sea water all around her, until there was no more water, until there was nothing left.

"I lied to you, why do you still help me?"

A distant sound came from nowhere, vaguely absent.A familiar cold fragrance lingered on the nose, it was his smell.

There was a slight smile on her lips, three points safe, two points satisfied, she said softly: "I have something to ask you, you are not allowed to die..."

……

"In your heart, who is more important, your master, your third sister, Brother Meishan, Xiao Tiangou, or me?"

The woman sat by the bed in a long crimson dress, holding the man's arm and asking delicately, her little face under the sun was white and transparent.

"Same weight."

"What if I had to choose one?"

"Cun Xin," he smoothed the hair around her ears, gently held the back of her neck, and looked deeply into her amber pupils, "You are irreplaceable as a wife."

The woman pursed her lips, and looked away from him over her shoulder, "I'm still not satisfied."

……

The moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite.Qugang jumps fish, Yuanhe pours dew, lonely and no one sees.It is like three drums, and a leaf resounds, and Mengyun is startled.

"Is the little princess awake?"

This voice was obviously very close, but it was a bit hazy to Ao Cunxin's ears. It was an old and joyful voice.

After a while, her collapsed consciousness finally gradually gathered, and she was able to open her heavy eyelids.

Before she figured out where she was, she was the first to notice that her body was bound by something, and when she looked down in the extremely dim light, she realized that she was leaning on someone's arms, and was being held by someone through the quilt. A pair of arms are tightly encircled.

What a shameless old pervert.

"presumptuous!"

She turned around and slapped the man in the face, making him grunt. Fortunately, the man's reaction was not slow, and he supported the couch with his hands in time to prevent him from falling down.

Ao Cunxin took a closer look, and found that the person was Yang Jian. He glanced away, and saw a bald old man with five short rounds standing far away at the door, baring his teeth and covering his eyes, looking like he couldn't bear to look at him.

Before Ao Cunxin could speak, the old man said: "Little princess, the cold poison in your body is attacking, Yang Jian uses body temperature to help you drive away the cold, and you still beat him, is that unreasonable?"

"Who is the princess now?" Ao Cunxin felt ashamed that she had identified the wrong person, and was annoyed.

"I said you are you. Ah, you little princess didn't apologize for beating someone, but came to argue with me first?" That being said, the old man probably saw that the wind was not in the right direction, so he put down his words and squeezed in small steps. He slipped out the door.

Ao Cunxin looked back at Yang Jian who had already sat at the table, and said in a muffled voice, "Why are you here?"

"You said you wanted to ask me something."

Like most courtiers of the Heavenly Court, his voice has never been emotional.Ao Cunxin leaned against the bedpost and didn't turn her head to see his expression.

What are you asking?

Ask yourself if you have been married, have you been divorced by your husband, or have you been abandoned like garbage and no one recognizes you?

"I don't want to ask anymore."

The moonlight penetrated through the window, reflecting a silvery square in the room without candles.

"Senior Yuexia is the master here, so he saved us."

The implication is probably to remind Ao Cunxin to be more polite to the short and fat old man.

"Oh."

After a moment of silence, Yang Jian got up and walked towards the door, "You have a good rest."

"you……"

She wrongly blamed him for his kindness and hasn't apologized. Is he leaving? Does he not care about her attitude at all?

Yang Jian turned around and waited for her to continue. In the dark night, his face was silent in the half-light.

"It's nothing." Ao Cunxin withdrew her gaze and hugged the quilt tightly, "I just want you to go, I don't want to see you again!"

The gentle wind blows the curtain beside the bed, bringing up a burst of clean fragrance, but it's just a gentleness without emotion, a fragrance without emotion.

Just like the wind is just the wind, not a quivering leaf, I shine brightly in my world and lose color in your world.

After an unknown amount of time, she raised her head with tears all over her face, and saw him leaning against the doorway, as if she was looking at the moonlight outside, but she didn't seem to be looking at anything.

"Why are you still here?" Ao Cunxin asked fiercely.

"Lie down and rest first." He came over, as if to help her.

Ao Cunxin blocked his hand.

Yang Jian stood in front of the couch, maintaining the original posture, and then slowly put it down after a long time, pursing his thin lips, and said, "Do you know why you are in the Saha Valley?"

"I don't know." She didn't even look at her, her light tone was very much like his.

"because I."

"You?" Her eyes shifted sideways and landed on his sleeve.Under the moonlight, the pure white sleeves of the clothes are holy and translucent, unstained by mortal dust, and a hand with sharp joints hangs down by the side, bending into a fist uncomfortably.

"I divorced you, and the heavens took over the position of the judicial god. Later, I deceived the emperor, and you took the blame for me, and was demoted by the Jade Emperor to be a commoner and imprisoned in Xihai forever. Today, you are considered a fugitive prisoner."

45 years of cold sea water seemed to fill her whole heart again.

Does he even know what he's talking about?

"I was married to you?"

This question is deliberately asked, if you are not married, how can you divorce your wife?

"……Correct."

"More than 600 years?"

"……Correct."

She thrust her gaze straight at him, holding back her instinct to avoid looking when she touched the overwhelming pain in his eyes.

Her pupils are very light, faintly visible in the faint moonlight, sometimes jumping happily like dancing flames, sometimes gloomy like undulating sea water, but at this moment, it is so cold that it seems to ruthlessly crush his whole heart .

"Yang Jian, let me ask you, why did you leave me at your house?" She had no expression on her face, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her, but she picked out words that could hurt him Go ahead and say, the harder you are, the happier you are, "Is it to maintain your image of emphasizing love and righteousness in front of your relatives and friends, or to comfort your conscience after the truth is revealed? Would a shrewd person like you make a loss-making business? "

"Ao Cunxin..." He warned in a low voice.

"'Ao Cunxin' is gone, you said it yourself!" She threw off the quilt suddenly and got out of bed, facing him closely, "Let me ask you, what is the meaning of the word 'Yinhe'?"

"It's just a name, is it that important?"

"From Guanjiangkou's 'first meeting', you gave me 'Yima'. What do you mean? Pave the way for yourself early, and expect my forgiveness?"

His black jade-like eyes shone with subtle brilliance in the moonlight, but under closer inspection they were gloomy, like a pair of rare gemstones, lonely in the solitude of thousands of generations.The dantian in the void was throbbing with pain, constantly urging the fishy sweetness in his throat, "When I, Yang Jian, was scolded by the whole Three Realms, I never argued a word, and it would not be uncommon for anyone to forgive Yang Jian."

Ao Cun was so angry that he blushed and said, "Okay, you don't care about it, and you certainly don't care about my sincerity. You gave it to the dogs, right?"

The sweet fragrance rushed from between her lips and teeth, but his gaze cooled down little by little in her warm and fresh breath, as if the blue flames were dying out little by little. "My heart, you can feed it to the dogs."

Her heart sank.

Maybe he has always been struggling on the edge of staying and going, but with her sudden push, he was ready to turn around and leave completely.

She armed herself with feigned vicious eyes, "Don't call me 'Cun Xin' again, the lost things will never come back." After that, she pushed his shoulder away and stepped out.

He turned his head slightly, but abruptly withdrew his peripheral vision and closed his eyes.

Ao Cunxin rushed out the door, the warm wind outside the door was mixed with the fragrance of lotus in the moist air, and a low-pitched voice came from behind him, it sounded so cold and so painful.

"I never expected anyone to come back to me."

……

Inside the domed temple, ice silk is entangled, curtains hang down, and only the moonlight by the window illuminates.

Yuexia originally slipped back to watch the gossip between the two, but saw Yang Jian poking in the room alone with a pale face. He didn't know how long he had been poking, so he invited him to sit on the gazebo.

"Senior, it should be early winter. Even in Lingnan, it should be a bit cool at night, but here it is as warm as spring. Where is it?"

Climbing up to the high seat under the moonlight, with a flick of his fat five fingers, a table of melons and fruits and dishes, as well as wine pots and cups, are conjured out of thin air.