[Comprehensive Martial Arts] Rumors about a sad relationship

The Tianjin Bridge is the most important thoroughfare in Luoyang City. On the Tianjin Bridge alone, at least thousands of people can be accommodated at the same time.Suddenly, the Tianjin Bridge, which was crowded with thousands of people, became quiet, so peaceful and still, as if these thousands of people were all stone sculptures and clay sculptures, and they would not make any sound.

Luoshui is endless, and the willows beside the road on the Tianjin Bridge are still floating, and the wind blows the leaves to fall on people.There is no continuous scene of traveling and traveling.If Luoshui had spirits, he would be amazed by the scene before him.

Who is this bustling Tianjin Bridge stopped for?

Maybe thousands of years later, when people learn about this, they will also sigh endlessly.What kind of power is it that can make a bustling place suddenly quiet down.

If the people on the Tianjin Bridge can still regain their thinking, they can't help but ask the same question.What made them suddenly stand there as if they were frozen, forgetting to even breathe?

Do the two people in the center of the storm also have such doubts?

No matter what others think, at least there is no emptiness.Because he kept his eyes closed from the beginning to the end, as if he really turned into an emotionless Buddha statue, standing there, watching you in the world, singing and me coming on stage, without any reaction.

The girl didn't think, she didn't think about anything.All she knew was that there was a voice, a force, in her heart that was urging her to come down, walk into the crowd, sit next to the strange monk, and bear the criticisms, blames and all the consequences of the crowd together with him. various consequences.Somewhere, there seemed to be a voice telling her: You are sorry for this person, you must take responsibility, no matter what the price is.

If you make a mistake, you have to admit it, and if you should bear it, you have to bear it.

So, she did it, no matter the consequences.

With a plop, a torch fell from a man's hand.Then there was another plop, and another torch fell.The torch that had been burning endlessly fell to the ground, and it seemed to be attracted by some force, and it went out in an instant.

The one holding the monk's robe fell off.Those who hold the call to action, the call to arms fell.The one holding the stick, the stick fell down with a clatter.Even the hand of the shrew who was pointing at the sky gradually dropped.

They can no longer blame it.Because, the girl sitting next to Kong is so spiritual, so unreal, so empty, so beautiful, yet so beautiful and gorgeous.

It is as beautiful as the ecstasy when you accidentally fall down the cliff, but you survived the catastrophe; as if you are looking for her in the world, there is no place to find her, but you are lingering and lost; it is also like the night string of a court song, drinking the Qing Dynasty after drinking a sad song. Crazy and drunk; vaguely like a big dream that hasn't woken up, looking at flowers in the fog.

Don't look forward to the gods, don't need to smile sweetly, just sit there lightly, and this life will be worthwhile.

Suddenly, everyone knew who she was, and although she didn't speak, there was no need to say any more.

Of course she was that woman, of course she was that woman.If she is not, there is no one in this world who can be that woman who is rumored to make the Taoist monk fall in love with his son and daughter.

For a character like her, who could not follow in Kong's footsteps?

Suddenly, people understood Sora again.Not only understanding, but also an inexplicable sympathy and sadness in my heart.Who can escape from a person like this?Who can forget a person like this?Who can keep a person like this?

The ancients always said that the extreme of wisdom will be hurt, and the deep love will not last.If you meet such a person, what's the harm in hurting Ji Yaoji?

Huaxu has a long way to go, the pillow is not yet cold, the Nanke is still awake, and the yellow beams are still warm.

Sad, deplorable, pity, but also enviable.

The girl closed her eyes, she was not afraid to face it, nor was she afraid.

She is waiting.Since they were going to burn Kong, she should naturally suffer the same consequences.If this is the case, she will have no regrets and no regrets if she ends her relationship once and for all.

It was a pity that God's wishes failed, and now that the torches had fallen, there was nothing to light the pyre, and no one wanted to do such a thing.

The girl closed her eyes and waited quietly for a long time, but she still didn't feel the burning pain of burning her body, so she had to open her eyes.The people on the bridge were still there, their expressions still remained the same as before, but there was no anger in their eyes.

The girl suddenly found it ridiculous, what qualifications do they have to treat this monk like this?Is it because they hold a banner of justice that no one can see?

The girl looked at the woman in the front without taking her eyes off for a moment, she looked at her, she just looked at her.Such a pair of bright eyes stared at such a woman whose age has passed away, staring at her ashamed and helpless.

Suddenly, the woman seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and turned around desperately, staggering and pushing away from the crowd, fleeing to a place where no one could see her.

The girl's eyes moved to those two people who were holding torches before.Her eyes are as quiet as a spring lake, as bright as a hanging mirror, implying a kind of tenderness that can kill you.The two of them couldn't hold on anymore, being seen like this, they seemed to be filled with guilt, and the remaining conscience had already tormented them to the point of embarrassment.So they had no choice but to escape, to escape the prison of that gaze, the sharp blade of the gaze.

The girl continued to look, she looked over one by one, not letting go of any one.

At first, she only looked at those people in the center, they were in the center, and they rushed to the front.If there were no such people, perhaps those who were watching stood here for a while, and then felt bored and walked away.It is because of them that this place has become the cusp of the storm and the center of the whirlpool.

Of course she won't forget.

When the people at the front all fled, her eyes turned to the spectators in the back row.Without these spectators, no matter how well the people in the front row sang and composed, they would just be entertaining themselves.

Those who gather here to watch the excitement include people from the Jianghu and ordinary people, and they are even more vulnerable.As soon as they were swept by the girl's gaze, many people backed away unconsciously, and kept backing until they were too far away from being seen by the gaze.

The girl stared at it for a long time, until she looked away from all those who were leading the fight and watching the excitement, and then she looked away.

Speaking of it, it was incredible that thousands of people standing on the Tianjin Bridge were just seen away by her alone, with a pair of eyes, and with a single look.

If this matter were to spread, it would be a joke in the world.But the girl didn't think so, she took it for granted.This was originally a matter between the two of them. When such a scene happened, it was a real joke in the world.

It's a pity that she looks at the sky, the ground, the culprit, the unprovoked onlookers, the passers-by, the scenery, the willows on the Tianjin Bridge, the flowing water under the bridge, and even the white clouds passing by in the sky. Asuka, she just didn't look at the monk beside her.

It wasn't that she didn't dare, or that she couldn't, but that she didn't know.She didn't know if she should look at him, she didn't know why she should look at him, she didn't know if she could look at him.

She doesn't know, so she hesitates, she doesn't look.

However, if you don't read it, will you sit here forever?

Of course not.

So, the girl watched, she just watched.

She looked at the monk, but the monk didn't look at her. He still sat with his eyes closed and remained motionless.

The breeze was blowing his clothes, the green willows were hanging down the clouds, and the flowing water was gurgling. He sat upright among the breeze and white clouds, and there was even a wisp of willow silk hanging down on his radiant face.

The wind is very light, the clouds are very white, the willow color is light yellow, and the clear sky is blue, but it can't compare with the hemp-colored monk's robe.

The scorching sun is like fire, the scorching sun is like me, the king is like a willow, and the willow is like a willow, straight up to the sky.

Suddenly, a drop of clear tears fell from the girl's eyes, just like the nectar from the willow in the bottle of Guanyin.Poplar nectar can moisten the earth, but I don't know if it can moisten the heart that has been burned by the scorching sun?

No one knew that at this moment, many images suddenly appeared in front of the girl's eyes.A tall and thin figure, traveled all over the world, and went all over the world, searching for it hard, laughing and scolding him without complaining.

What did she forget?What did she miss?What did she fail?The girl asked herself in her heart.

Suddenly, another resolute, handsome and masculine face emerged in her mind.

I, Song Que, never regret anything I have done.

Could she be like Song Que, without regrets in her life?

Drums at dusk and bells in the morning wake up the famous and wealthy people in the world, and the sound of the Buddha's call recalls the charming dream of the sea of ​​bitterness.

Suddenly, the gate of Jingnian Temple appeared in front of the girl, and the two lines of old and weather-beaten words on the gate appeared in her heart, stroke by stroke, and each word was engraved in her heart like a knife.

The girl stood up slowly, and the monk who had been shutting his eyes and meditating seemed to have sensed it, and he stood up at the same time as the girl, neither sooner nor later.

A voice that seemed sad, happy, singing, and crying also sounded: "Where did you come from?"

"Gaochang."

"Where are you going?"

"Chang'an."

"Why did you come?"

"I should come." Yes, I should, I should, not thinking.

"Who are you?

"do not know."

"who am I?"

"……do not know."

The monk was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, and said in a loud voice: "The prosperity is glamorous, but the eyes are empty. For 50 years, it has always been a dream. Now the dream has awakened, and the front edge is broken. The little benefactor takes care, and the poor monk bids farewell."

The girl was speechless, even though she had all kinds of feelings and words on her heart, she couldn't say it, and she didn't dare to say it, even her eyes could only be as fixed as a pool of water.She has made a big mistake once, how can she make another mistake?

Can't remember, can't forget, can't take it up, can't let it go, can't pay it back, can't say it.

It's better, that's all, it's better, let him go.

The girl stood where she was, the monk brushed off the dust from her body, smiled to himself, broke off a branch of willow, and handed it to the girl.

On the empty Tianjin Bridge, I saw a white-clothed monk walking forward slowly, singing and walking: "Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating leaves, why not scream and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?" A cloud of mist and rain, Ren Pingsheng... Looking back at the bleak place, when I go back, there is neither wind nor rain nor sunshine."

No joy, no sorrow, no waking, no dream, no victory, no defeat, no anger, no ignorance, no awakening, no unconsciousness.

Then, he drifted away, traveled all the way west, and worked tirelessly, roaming the Western Regions, visiting Tianzhu, for decades, without falling day and night, and finally attained the Dao.

Since then, he has never said a word, not in his life.

The author has something to say:

Prosperity and beauty...it's always a dream.From Zhang Dai's "Tao An Meng Yi".

Don't listen to the sound of Chuanlin beating leaves... There is no wind or rain or sunshine.From Su Shi's "Setting the Storm".

It's over with Kong, and he won't show up again.