Sword Net Three Strategies Collection·Shadow Cun

one,

"I can't remember, I forgot how long ago it was, when there was no snow here."

Daoist Chunyang, dressed in white, walked slowly, a leaf of white snow shattered the reflection of the lake, and ripples were light.In a trance, the snow melted before his eyes one after another, and everything faded from the whiteness and coldness like a memorial ceremony at that moment.Who uncovered the dust-laden past—revealed the smoldering youth, and who guided him to walk step by step toward the sunny sea of ​​the past.

two,

Someone's jade flute is flying secretly, blowing into the city full of spring breeze.

The familiar sound of the flute flowed through his fingertips like a gurgling stream.He stood still, not far in front of him, there seemed to be the back of a young man, the young man was wearing a black robe, his hair was as straight as ink, hanging down to his waist, and the tassels on his wide sleeves were blown up.

He remembered that at that moment, he lingered at the origin, hesitating whether to go forward, and melt the painting-like scene into his arms.

At the end of the sound of the flute, a curtain of flying flowers dances with the wind, thousands of gorgeous, not as beautiful as you looking back at the world.

He heard his own heartbeat, and felt that that person was like snow on a flower, the most amazing clarity.

The boy smiled at him, holding a bamboo flute in his hand.

three,

"Daozhang, are you interested in listening to my music again today?"

This has probably become his habit. Since the day he came down to Ten Thousand Flowers Valley and met this young man in the sea of ​​flowers, he has been here for five consecutive days. The sound of a boy's flute.

"It sounds good." He replied as usual.

Day after day, he naturally got to know each other well, as agreed, whenever the boy's flute sounded, he would quietly walk behind him, listen quietly, or sit cross-legged and close his eyes.Most of the time, he didn't speak, but one day, he finally remembered to ask the boy's name.

"I'm Chunyang Yan resigning from Liang, dare to ask Your Excellency?"

The boy smiled, "Guess."

He was startled, suddenly a little overwhelmed.

four,

"Unexpectedly, Zhuo Fengming handed over an excellent apprentice." Dongfang Yuxuan twirled his long beard, and praised repeatedly: "The Taoist priest is young, and he has already reached such a high level of attainment in pure Yang swordsmanship and Taoism." The level of proficiency in the furnace is truly terrifying for young people."

Yan Ciliang respectfully cupped his fists and bowed: "The owner of the valley is honored, and Ciliang is ashamed. I am honored to go down the mountain under the order of my teacher to exchange skills with Guigu. I have talked with Guigu for a few days, and Ciliang has really benefited a lot."

"It's a pity that Pei Yuan went on a trip, so how about it, there is a very outstanding disciple of Huajian among his peers in Guzhong, named Jue Ming, so I introduce you, you can learn from each other in your spare time, it's right to be a friendship! "

"See Valley Master, what orders does Valley Master have?"

An extremely familiar voice came from behind him, Yan Ciliang was taken aback, turned his head, and saw the young man standing there, smiling.

Fives,

"Ah, I lost this time."

Jian Guang and Mo Ying stopped together, the young man brushed off his sleeves and said with a helpless smile: "The Taoist priest's sword skills are so fierce."

This is the No. 13 match he played against this young man today, one of the few, and it happened to be evenly divided, so he was on top in this match.The tired two people finally rested and meditated cross-legged facing each other in the sea of ​​flowers. He asked cautiously, "Didn't I hurt you just now?"

"Of course not."

"In the round just now, you seemed to have hesitated for a moment with the move of burning jade and stone. If not, you should have won that round."

"Haha... Each other, the previous seventh game, didn't you also take the edge of the sword?"

"I didn't want to scratch your face, so I took it back in a hurry."

The young man was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and replied: "Then I really thank the Taoist priest for his kindness."

The young man always smiled when facing him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and sometimes his eyes were squinted.In his eyes, that smile was as gentle as a flawless jade, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at that time—maybe this young man was so easy-going to everyone, but he felt that he wanted to keep this young man's smile in his hands , regard it as a treasure.

six,

Compete and compete, meditate facing each other, or lie on your back in the sea of ​​flowers in the early morning or at night, listening to his flute; and later, walk together under the tree of life and death, by the Luoxing Lake, and watch him paint for yourself; Carrying a medicine basket to accompany him to collect medicines, everything became a matter of course.

"My name is Cassia." The young man suddenly remembered, reached out and shoveled down the growing cassia plant and put it in the medicine basket, then turned around, took his hand, and put something into his palm with a smile.He opened his hand suspiciously to see that it was a bright red cassia seed.The boy added: "It's finished."

He nodded and held the cassia seed in his palm.

Seven,

Counting the days, he has been in Ten Thousand Flowers Valley for three months, and it's time to go back to Huashan, although he doesn't really want to leave.

He couldn't fall asleep, and ran to Jueming's place early in the morning, raised his hand to knock on the door, but took it back, for fear that Jueming was still resting and would wake him up.So he stood stupidly outside the door, and the morning light came from behind him.

Later, Jue Ming opened the door of the house, and the Taoist priest in white stood at the door, the eyes of the two intertwined.

"You..." Jueming was surprised and didn't know what to say.

"...This is for you," Yan Ciliang held Caesia Ming's hand, and quickly stuffed a bamboo flute into Cassia Ming's hand, passing it along with the warmth of his palm, "I'm not very good at Do this...don't hold back."

"...Are you leaving?" Jue Ming asked with great concern.

"En." Yan Ciliang exhaled, "I'll come to you next time."

Eight,

He left the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. When the horseshoes stepped across the sea of ​​flowers, there was the warm sunshine in front of him, dark green branches like ink, wild flowers blooming like stars, moss marks on the blue and white rocks, and birds singing like melodious. Silver bells and fallen flowers fluttered in the sky, and red irises bloomed quietly everywhere, and the spikes of flowers stretched to the end of the road.

And here three months ago, he met a person who was as charming as a flower and as cold as snow.

Yan Ciliang didn't look back, but thought about it, after returning to his life, he would travel around the rivers and lakes as a disciple of the Haoqi League, and at that time, he could meet again.

Later, at Chang'an Post Station, he saw a familiar figure.With black hair hanging down his waist, and a black robe, he is leading a white horse and holding the bamboo flute he gave him in his hand.As the rush of people passed by, they stopped facing each other, that person still had a familiar smile on his face.

"I have nothing to do when I'm free, I'm going out to travel in the valley." said Jueming.

nine,

"Wanhua and Chunyang... both pay more attention to self-cultivation? By the way, I heard that Taoist priests are very good at looking at people?"

"The ones who read the physiognomy are the fortune-telling masters in the rivers and lakes. We call it divination." Yan Ciliang stroked his forehead helplessly, "Although they all seem to belong to Taoism, they know a little about yin and yang and gossip."

"Then help me figure out how long this little guy can live." Jueming held a dying rabbit that had been pricked by needles and cured by medicine in his arms, showing a bit of guilt: "Leaving the scriptures and changing the way." It's a little difficult..."

"..." Yan Ciliang couldn't help imagining that if these needles were stuck on his body, he shivered, turned the corner of his mouth, changed the subject, and asked, "Didn't you always specialize in Huajianyou? Why did you think of learning Lijing?" ?”

"Before I didn't learn the Yidao, firstly, I didn't have much interest in it, and secondly, I didn't meet the person worthy of me..."

Yan Ciliang was stunned there, a cassia seed he gave him a year ago fell into his heart, took root, sprouted, time passed, and he had grown so strong before he knew it.

ten,

The fifth time they took Cassia back to his small house in Luoyanfeng was when they were 19 years old.

The situation in the Haoqi League is unstable, and there seems to be rumors of civil strife from the conservative faction.In order to prevent turmoil and plan ahead, the current commander, Ye Qingshang, first discussed with Tianxuanying to recall him and a few trusted people back to the Haoqi League. The closed training he will undergo will last for a year anyway.

"One year?" Jue Ming dropped a piece on the chessboard, looked up at Yan Ciliang, and replied, "Then I will wait for one year."

"Jaeming, don't you consider joining the Haoqi League? With your talent, you will definitely accomplish a lot."

Jue Ming smiled and shook his head, "I don't really want to get involved in disputes between Jianghu and Jianghu, but I just want to stand by your side."

Cassia couldn't wait for Yan Ciliang to drop a son.Yan Ciliang got up with a flick of his sleeves, and suddenly pulled Cassia Ming over, pressing against the door panel, kissing Cassia Ming's lips with an irresistible kiss, anxious and urgent.

The desire accumulated for three years is finally scattered on the ground like a chess piece, no matter how difficult it is to distinguish between black and white; it is also like a turbulent tide that breaks a bank and hits the shore of my heart, and then it is out of control.

"At this time next year, I'll be waiting for you in Huahai, remember to make an appointment." Jue Ming lay on his side beside Yan Ciliang, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

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