Dust of hidden love

At the end of spring and the beginning of summer, it is the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, and the willows are green and rippling with delicate and elegant fragrance.

Dongli Muyun stepped into the gate of Feizhao Pavilion, and saw such a comfortable and comfortable scene.The clean and handsome young man is sitting leaning against the pillars of the porch, with a pot of Yuqian Longjing freshly brewed beside him. The mellow fragrance is refreshing and wafts lightly in the breeze and drizzle.

"Ling Qing."

Hearing the sound, the young man turned his head sideways, his clear eyes seemed to be condensed with little drops of water on the lotus leaves, sparkling, when he saw someone coming, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corner of his mouth raised, "Brother Dongli, you are here!"

Dongli Muyun's steps slowed down, and then he walked over, standing across a railing from Ling Qing.Ling Qing simply lay down on the wooden railing, looking up at him.Dongli Muyun stretched out his hand and touched his head, "Uncle Ling wrote to say that you have lost your memory, but luckily you still recognize elder brother."

Ling Qing rested her face on her arm, and said in a displeased tone, "Isn't it just that I can remember some things, and some things can't be remembered, and my father made a fuss and still doesn't allow me to go out."

Dongli Muyun was startled, his eyes fell on Ling Qing's fingers, and then he frowned, "Of course Uncle Ling is doing it for your own good, and you don't want to think about it, such a big man disappeared from the capital without a trace, and then disappeared without a trace. There is no news during the year, how can people not be worried?"

"..." Ling Qing showed an unconvinced face, but he didn't refute. He just stood up and supported the railing with his hands, "Since Brother Dongli came to see me, why don't you take me to relax, so I'll be locked up all day long?" It's no wonder that Zhuangzi doesn't get sick from boredom."

The young man in front of him is not dressed as he used to. He is wearing a moon-white brocade arrow-sleeved shirt, with the same color hair band hanging down his temples. He is less elegant and more sassy. He seems younger than his real age. Be younger.

This gave Dongli Muyun the illusion for a moment, as if he was talking to Ling Qing many years ago. At that time, Ling Qing didn't like to wear white clothes with wide waist and sleeves, and his speech and behavior were as cheerful and active as now. Instead of being calm and gentle, humble and polite, and asking for help when you encounter trouble.But for Dongli Muyun, this...is not a good thing.

"Brother came this time to take you to Wuhuan Mountain to participate in the martial arts conference."

Ling Qing couldn't help showing a happy expression on his face, but the next moment he was puzzled, "Why isn't the martial arts conference held at Qingyun Villa, but go to the former leader's Wuhuan Mountain?"

Dongli Muyun smiled and said: "To elect a new martial arts leader, of course there must be a notary there."

Hearing this, Ling Qing's doubts turned into surprise again, "Brother Dongli is going to step down?"

Dongli Muyun walked around the railing, pulled Ling Qing to sit down, and poured himself a cup of tea, "Father is getting old, and he has mentioned several times that he wants to hand over the Dong Zhou family to me.

Although the emperor survived the illness last year, it seems that he won't be able to survive this summer, the crown prince is still young, and the second prince's ambitions are clearly revealed, then a dynasty turmoil is inevitable..."

Ling Qing's expression was slightly serious, and Qing Tuo's eyes were lowered, but he looked a little more stable and introverted yesterday, as if he had thought about Dongli Muyun's words in his heart before he said, "Brother Dongli is Which side are you on?"

Dongli Muyun smiled slightly, "Whether it is the leader of the martial arts or the king of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Brother Dongli is still your Brother Dongli, and this will never change."

Ling Qing stopped talking, and only talked with Dongli Muyun about going to Wuhuan Mountain. In the blink of an eye, he became the Ling Qing who had forgotten some things again, as if he had returned to the way he was many years ago.

Dongli Muyun thought to himself, how much has he forgotten?What part did you forget?

Having had dinner with Ling Qing at Wanyue Villa, Dongli Muyun politely declined the invitation to stay overnight at Wanyue Villa, but went back to the inn where she stayed alone.As soon as he entered the door, before he turned around, a familiar aura came over him.

"The situation is tense now, doesn't the prince need to stay in the capital?" Dongli Muyun asked.

King Anyang circled Dongli Muyun from behind, put his head on his neck, "You didn't stay at Wanyue Villa for the night, but went back to Kechao, isn't it because you knew that this king would come to you?"

As he said that, he held Dongli Muyun's shoulders and pulled him around forcefully, with a sense of irresistibility in it, and Dongli Muyun didn't resist, allowing him to press himself against the door panel and kiss him fiercely.

"Dongli...your heart is in Nali? I really want to know..." King Anyang asked when the two parted to breathe.

Dongli Muyun's face was calm, his cheeks flushed a little because of the passionate kiss, he raised his hand to touch his left chest, "Here is my heart, the prince wants to see it...you can do it yourself."

King Anyang clenched his fists and looked at him, the two were silent for a while, but it was Dongli Muyun who spoke first.

"Give me the prescription of 'Jidi', Ling Qing has lost his memory."

Hearing what he said, King Anyang let go of Dongli Muyun's hand with a dark face, and angrily walked to the window, "Forget it, it's best to forget about you!"

There was another silence in the room, and the night outside the window was like ink, like water and moonlight spreading in, flowing silently.

Dongli Muyun called "Zhao You" softly, with a low and gentle voice, "You know, in his heart, Shuiyuan and I are his big brother Dongli, I don't want to lose even this relationship. .”

King Anyang turned around, raised his chin slightly, and said in a rebellious tone, "Okay, let me see how much you, big brother, can do for him?"

Hearing this, Dongli Muyun's pupils shrank suddenly, but after being stunned, she went straight to the bed, loosened her hair belt and slowly took off her clothes... and soon she took off nothing left, but Dongli Muyun's face had nothing left. Any expression of shame, let the naked muscular and well-proportioned body be exposed to King Anyang's sight.

King Anyang walked over slowly, and twirled his fingers around the brown bump on his chest twice, "Leader Dongli is getting smoother and smoother now, and the girls in the buildings and pavilions are almost unable to catch up with the leader. "

The barbed words did not arouse Dongli Muyun's emotions. Facing such a person will arouse people's desire to conquer even more, wanting to penetrate him fiercely, watching his tenacity be crushed little by little, and then reveal his confusion look.

The king of Anyang pushed Dongli Muyun onto the bed with great force, and then fell on top of him. Without any foreplay, he went straight to attack the city. The pain caused Dongli Moyun's whole body to suddenly tense up. There was some pain, the soft intestinal wall was still pushing out the invading hard object, King Anyang moved twice, suddenly grabbed Dongli Muyun's ankle and lifted his foot violently, and hit his waist hard, He rushed in like venting his anger fiercely.

Dongli Muyun only felt his eyes go dark, the pain of being torn apart spread to the nerve endings along the eight extraordinary meridians, and the place where he was invaded was burning with pain, but fortunately the opponent still had a bit of humanity, so he didn't launch an offensive immediately.

When the chaos in front of him dissipated, Dongli Muyun saw that King Anyang was above him, looking at him with an indescribably complicated expression, like sympathy and ridicule, and a little warm and angry, and he could even feel It's a little puffed up.

Dongli Muyun moved his waist, a tingling pain came from under his body immediately, he felt that there was still a sticky liquid flowing out slowly, and a faint smell of blood radiated from the room.Dongli Muyun didn't care too much, instead, he put his arms around King Anyang's neck, "Zhao You... I am destined to fall into the Asura Hell with you, and I will not be reborn in the water world..."

King Anyang seemed to be touched by this sentence, he pulled out his penis suddenly, and pushed it in hard again, Dongli Muyun's five fingers surrounding him suddenly tightened in pain, and his nails left a few bloodstains on his back.

King Anyang didn't care, he opened up the territory in his body one by one, and galloped on his territory without any scruples, "Dongli, do you remember asking me when I was drunk, is there anything in this world that can make people feel happy?" What you want to come true, through it, you can get what you want..."

Dongli and Muyun were taken aback for a moment, then laughed a little self-consciously, and looked at the top of the tent a little absent-mindedly, "Remember, how could I forget, and then you gave me "Jiji"..."

King Anyang didn't say anything more, the room only echoed the sound of bodies colliding with each other, when it reached the peak, Dongli Muyun suddenly propped up his upper body and bit on King Anyang's neck, and kept biting, not letting go.

"Why don't you bite down a little harder every time?" King Anyang asked him in a low voice, the hot thing buried deep in his body jumped up and sprinkled all the hot liquid in his body.

Dongli, this king never lied to you, "Jidi" really gave me what I always wanted...

There is still a lot of time before the martial arts conference in Wuhuan Mountain, but Ling Qing, who was suffocated in the village, couldn't wait any longer. He packed his luggage early and fled, just like Dongli Muyun, and set foot on the road to Wuhuan Mountain.

It's just that he didn't expect that a person born halfway made Ling Qing's original good mood like this drizzle day, and it would rain a little from time to time.

"There is a herbal tea shop in front, do you want to go there and have a rest?"

"That's a great idea, the king is also a little thirsty."

"Brother Dongli doesn't seem to have asked you, my lord..."

"Brother Dongli, are you asking for the meaning of this king, or the meaning of this young master Ling?"

"you?"

"..."

The three of them rode their horses and walked leisurely along the official road. Since they quarreled endlessly as soon as they got on the road, Dongli Muyun had to walk between the two of them, lest the two children's quarrels turn into children's fights, which would be too much. Ugly.

But he really didn't expect such a lazy situation. Ling Qing's memory is messed up, and his personality is a bit regressed to when he was a teenager. However, King Anyang didn't care about Ling Qing's rudeness at all, and he seemed a little lively after arguing all the way. .

Just when Dongli and Muyun were feeling alone, King Anyang sent Ling Qing away smoothly.Ling Qing drove his horse to the front alone, and King Anyang pulled the reins and leaned next to Dongli Muyun, "Do you think he lost part of his memory because of "Jiji"?" Don't wait for Dongli When Li Muyun replied, King Anyang tilted his head, "This king doesn't think it looks like..."

"What do you want to say?" Dongli Muyun asked in a deep voice.

King Anyang didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to cover Dongli Muyun's hand holding the rein, "Who said that if you fall into the Shura Hell, you will not be reborn?" Then he continued, "The Buddha said: All sentient beings who have not been liberated will die. Going back and forth among the six paths is called "samsara". The so-called liberation refers to leaving the shackles, using precepts for the initial good, concentration for the middle and universal, and wisdom for the later good. In this way, meditation is produced to strive for the end of suffering, and finally to be liberated Reincarnation."

Dongli Muyun opened his eyes wide, as if he didn't expect King Anyang to say such words.

King Anyang withdrew his hand, held his own rein, and looked ahead, "I'll give you the prescription when I get back..."

After finishing speaking, he saw King Anyang urging his horse to walk forward and run side by side with Ling Qing. After a while, the voices of the two arguing were heard again. Ling Qing was so angry that he even kicked the horse under King Anyang's crotch. As a result, he almost Fall from the horse.

Dongli Muyun couldn't help laughing, and then recalled what King Anyang said just now in his heart.

"The so-called liberation refers to leaving the bondage..."

After walking for a few days, Ling Qing was "taught" by King Anyang so that he lost his temper completely. Regardless of whether King Anyang teased or pinched him, he always treated him as ignorant, so King Anyang ordered Jin to withdraw his troops without interest.The one who was most satisfied with this situation was Dongli Muyun, secretly lamenting that the ears could finally be quiet now.

At this time, they had reached the border of Jingzhou. When they left the inn, the waiter reminded them that there were bandits on the mountain road, so they should be more careful.

Ling Qing snorted nonchalantly, took Gui Meng and stepped across the threshold, stretched his body, flew on the horse and landed firmly on the saddle, his movements were light and elegant.Dongli Muyun looked at King Anyang, and got on the horse when he went out. Although it wasn't as good as Ling Qing did deliberately to show his lightness kung fu, but the movements were also very sharp and neat.

Seeing the two of them like this, King Anyang also snorted, walked out of the inn carelessly waving his fan, put away his fan in full view, and obediently stepped on the horse-mounting stone to mount his horse.

Dongli Muyun smiled inwardly, it seemed only right and proper to do such an indecent thing, I am afraid that only the King of Anyang, and thought, these few days are the rare days when he and the King of Anyang don't get along with each other in a situation where swords are at stake up.

I didn't go far on the mountain road, but I actually encountered bandits. More than a dozen people surrounded a carriage in front, and there were several black-clothed and masked people lying on the ground around them.Just when a few of them were about to board the carriage, Ling Qingxiu raised her eyebrows, let out a clear whistle, stepped on the stirrups to get up, unsheathed Gui Mengkeng in her hand, and flew over with her sword in her hand.

A few thieves in the area are naturally not the opponents of the Wanyue Sword. It is estimated that they have been fighting with King Anyang for a long time these days. After a few efforts, they cleaned up neatly. .

The bandit fell to the ground, but Gui Meng's sword was not stained with blood. Ling Qing put the sword back into the sheath, boarded the carriage and lifted the curtain, "Are you all right, bandits..."

Fan Dao silver light flew towards him, and it was too late to dodge, Ling Qing only felt a prickling pain in his shoulder, and at the same time saw the people in the car clearly, he couldn't help being surprised.

"Master Yan?"

You think some people will never see you again in this life, but God is going to play tricks on you.

When the curtain of the car was raised, and that Qingjun face suddenly appeared in front of him, Yan Yunlie felt that something in his chest was about to jump out of his throat.Then what brought him back to his senses immediately was his still outstretched hand and the three gleaming poisonous needles on the opponent's shoulder.

The young man was no longer the young man in his impression. He was wearing a moon-white arrow-sleeved shirt with patterns embroidered with silver thread on the lapel and cuffs. A white silk belt inlaid with jade was buckled around his waist and white boots. A head of black silk was combed into a bun at the back of the head, and moon-white hair bands hung down from both sides of the cheeks. It was completely dressed like a knight in the rivers and lakes, refreshing and capable, with a dashing demeanor.

When he was injured by his own poisonous needle, he waved his hand indifferently, telling him not to care, saying that he was reckless first, and stopped Dongli Muyun, who was slightly sullen and came up with a sword.

Yan Yunlie couldn't tell what it was like at the moment, watching him ride a horse ahead through the curtain of the car, talking with Dongli and Muyun from time to time, and when he was happy, his persistent Guimeng's hand danced in the air two times. Down.

There were also times when he was walking with King Anyang, but obviously the atmosphere was not so harmonious. As he was talking, he flicked his finger, something hit King Anyang on the buttocks of his horse, and King Anyang's horse whinnied and ran away in front. He couldn't pull it, but he returned to Dongli Muyun with a puffy face.That appearance is really interesting, but those have nothing to do with Yan Yunlie...

Yan Yunlie looked down at the child who was still soundly sleeping in his arms sucking his fingers, and couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and loss.

He forgot... He really forgot everything...

There was a delay on the road, and it was too late to enter the city at the city gate, so they decided to stay for one night in a ruined temple outside the city.

"Sect Master Yan also went to Wuhuan Mountain to participate in the martial arts conference?" King Anyang asked seemingly unintentionally, "How did you end up in such a mess?"

Hearing his question, Ling Qing, who was sitting by another fire, and Dongli Muyun, who was helping Ling Qing with the wound on his shoulder, also raised their heads to look at Yan Yunlie.

Yan Yunlie fed the child some rice soup, and was holding the child in his arms and patted his back to make him hiccup, "I was also invited to participate in the Wuhuan Mountain Conference, but I was constantly blocked by officers and soldiers along the way..."

Speaking of this, the eyes suddenly turned sharp and looked at King Anyang. Seeing that he didn't seem to notice it at all, he narrowed his eyes and continued: "I have no choice but to walk with my subordinates in several ways. Those who come here can be led away by them, but I didn’t expect to meet bandits on the mountain road.”

"Does Master Yan know the purpose of those officers and soldiers?" Dongli Muyun asked.

Yan Yunlie shook his head, "I don't know, it looks like he's looking for something." Speaking of which, the child in his arms began to cry for some reason, Yan Yunlie stopped talking, just Concentrate on coaxing the child.

The wound on Ling Qing's shoulder was just a minor wound, after taking the antidote given by Yan Yunlie, it was fine to force out the poisonous blood from the wound.Ling Qing put on her clothes and took Dongli Muyun's baked steamed buns, took two bites, suddenly remembered something, took another one, got up, walked to Yan Yunlie's side and sat down, "Master Yan has been busy taking care of the children, I haven't eaten anything yet, give it."

Yan Yunlie looked at the steamed buns that Ling Qing stretched out his hand, and saw the kind smile on his face. He fell silent for a while, but did not accept, "It's okay, I'm not hungry yet."

Seeing that the good intention was rejected, Ling Qing only curled his lips, but he seemed to be very interested in the child in Yan Yunlie's arms, "Is this the child of Master Yan? Why did you take it out with you at such a young age?"

"I don't feel at ease leaving him alone on Tianjue Mountain. Someone will take care of him after entering the city." Then he looked at Ling Qing, "This is naturally my child..."

And of course... yours too.

"What's your name?" Ling Qing rested his elbows on his knees, resting his face in one hand, and stretched out the other hand to poke the child's swollen face.The child was still crying just now, and his big eyes were full of wet moisture. After being teased by Ling Qing twice, he grinned at Ling Qing, with a stream of saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand as if Ask Ling Qing to give her a full hug.

After all, he risked his life to give birth in ten months of pregnancy. Even if he forgot, the bond of blood is still there, even if the child doesn't know anything yet, he can still feel it.

Yan Yunlie wiped the saliva from the child's mouth with his sleeve, and said in a deep voice, "Siqin, his name is Yan Siqin."

Ling Qing's hand touching the child's face suddenly stopped, and raised his head to stare at Yan Yunlie. Yan Yunlie's eyes met his, and the light of fire flickered in Ling Qing's clear eyes.

Yan Yunlie thought that Ling Qing looked at him like this because he touched a certain string in his heart, but Ling Qing blinked his eyes, and instead of showing the expression Yan Yunlie expected, the corners of his mouth curled into a chuckle, "I didn't expect that. Master Yan is still such an infatuated person, does Mrs. Zun have the word Qin in her name?"

Yan Yunlie had no time to talk to him anymore, just now he had a moment of impulsiveness, and he really wanted him to stop talking.

Don't say anything... I am not an infatuated person, and there is no such respectable wife as Yan Yunlie in this world, only "Qin Lin"...or it could be you, Ling Qing.

Yan Yunlie didn't make a sound anymore, Ling Qing also seemed to find it boring, took Guimeng and ran outside the temple alone, and practiced his sword against the shadow of the tree under the moonlight.

"Master Yan..." Dongli Muyun said this time, "Master Yan must feel a little strange. In fact, there seems to be something wrong with Ling Qing's memory. I can't remember many things clearly. Hierarch forgive me. I also heard that Ling Qing has been taken care of by Hierarch Yan in Tianjue Mountain during these days when he disappeared, and Dongli has thanked the people in Wanyue Villa here before."

"You're welcome." Yan Yunlie replied coldly.If the people from Dongli Muyun or Wanyue Villa knew what kind of life Ling Qing lived on Tianjue Mountain, it might not be enough to relieve their hatred by tearing himself apart.

"Just now I heard the name of Master Yan's child, presumably Master Yan has already found your "Qin Lin"?"

Hearing what Dongli Muyun said, Yan Yunlie's hands holding the child trembled, and he only replied vaguely: "I found it... I found it..."

He found "Qin Lin", but it wasn't the "Qin Lin" he wanted, but it didn't matter anymore, because no matter which one it was, they all chose to leave him.

After Ling Qing left, there was no one on Tianjue Mountain who could talk to him.In the dead of night, many things came to mind. After peeking into Ling Qing's eight years of memory with the soul-stirring technique, he seemed to have fallen into a huge quagmire.As soon as I close my eyes, what emerges in the darkness is the young man's handsome face, gentle and modest demeanor, and that fiery gaze secretly watching in the dark...

The suppressed emotion, the secret love, the indescribable and obsessive pursuit hidden in his heart, are so strong and persistent, they are conveyed directly, deeply affecting Yan Yunlie's state of mind.

He never knew that this seemingly ordinary young man, this person whom he had never paid attention to carefully, had such strong feelings for him in his heart. Earth formed mountains, accumulated water formed abysses, accumulated for eight full years, but he abandoned them all overnight.

The feelings built on him collapsed and destroyed, without taking away a single bit, leaving a pile of ruins for himself, allowing himself to pick up among the rubble.

He knew that he had hurt him, but he didn't know that he had hurt him to such a state. He decided to put all his feelings in the past, and even abandon the flesh and blood connected by blood... So he came out of the mud, brought The whole body was refreshed, like rebirth, but he was stuck in it, unable to extricate himself.

When we arrived at Sishui Town, we met Huai Die who came from the capital there. Huai Die also brought a nanny. With them taking care of Yan Siqin, Yan Yunlie was much more relaxed, because they were all going to Wuhuan Mountain. Let's hit the road together.

Even though swords and swords met in the past, they each had their own purpose at that time. Besides, they were able to kill Huo Xian in the end. Yan Yunlie's poison on that fake map also helped a lot. Dongli Muyun knew Yan Yun from that time. Lie Jing didn't really rely on Huo Xian, but got close to him one day, so he didn't make things difficult for Yan Yunlie and the others.

Ling Qing couldn't remember the ins and outs at all, and his attitude towards Yan Yunlie was the same as that of any close friend he met in Jianghu, and he was happy to tease Qin along the way instead of being teased by King Anyang.

King Anyang didn't care about anything, and Yan Yunlie was the only one who seemed to be suffering along the way.

He couldn't help but keep his eyes on Ling Qing, and he didn't want to be noticed. Once the other party turned his head, he would deliberately stagger it, and occasionally there would be embarrassing moments when he was too distracted to look away.

On Tianjue Mountain, he had already sketched a figure in his heart, but now he really added charm and vitality to this figure, so the impression of Ling Qing in his heart became clearer and deeper.

Lying on Kezhao's bed at night, he could clearly recall the day's events as soon as he closed his eyes.The lake is sparkling, the lotus is fragrant, and the youthful and graceful figure shuttles between the Wupeng boats, startling a few water birds and disturbing the spring ripples in the pool.When he finally calmed down, he sat on the bow of the boat, raised his glass and looked into the distance.

With clear eyes and slightly smiling lips, such a wanton and casual person made him unable to look away.

He suddenly wanted to step on the lotus leaves and step on the canopy of the boat with him, lightly float on the lake, and compare moves to see whose lightness kung fu is better; he really wanted to sit on the bow of the boat with him, toast and drink, and put all the world affairs into practice. In a joke: I really want to tell him that "Sizuo" is just what he said casually, and the child's name is still waiting for him to pick it up...

Yan Yunlie thought about a lot of things, but they were all in his heart, just like when he stopped and looked back after passing each other; like he gradually got used to wearing a white dress with wide waist and sleeves, flowing and light; His words and deeds make him look more mature and gentlemanly; just like many things that Ling Qing has done alone, he doesn't know, it seems that he is silently watching him now, and he doesn't feel it.

They seem to have reversed their positions, or maybe this is God's punishment for themselves.Because Ling Qing's affection was trampled on wantonly, God wants to taste it himself.

I just don't know how many years it will be...