[Ancient Sword] Chu Gong Qionghua

Looking at the snow-white dead trees along the road, walking slowly, the thin figure will disappear at any time in the wind and snow.

After walking for a long time, Ouyang Shaogong's body was going to be terribly cold, his satin-like long hair was covered with snowflakes, and it was blown to pieces, with gorgeous peach blossom eyes, which were incredibly gentle.

The wind never stopped, and the wind chime under the porch was almost torn off, making a manic and crisp sound, like a rushing clear spring.

The young man in red with a little golden crown was sitting on the porch, looking up at the wind chime, his crescent eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the cinnabar between his brows was like blood, so bright that it almost flowed into his eyes.

On the steps in front of the corridor, sat a young man dressed in black and green, letting snowflakes fall on his body, he heard footsteps, turned his head sharply, and looked at the young man who was in a trance.

The fingers wrapped around the golden thread stopped slowly, the young master raised his hand and stroked the crown tassel, turned his eyes to look at the pale wind and snow, the ringtone was ethereal and distant, the figure of Youlan gradually became clear, his wide sleeves fluttered, his black hair was raised, wrapped in the wind and snow , he hugged Qin tightly, unable to see his face clearly.

The young master was stunned, staring at him fixedly, not even willing to blink, the crown fringe slipped between his fingers.The person carrying the qin looked up, and in the beautiful peach blossom eyes, there was gentleness and amorous feelings, so similar.

They don't know each other, but they have the same pair of eyes, somewhat gentle, somewhat sharp, somewhat arrogant, and the bright color at the corners of the eyes is exactly the same.

Ouyang Shaogong walked down the steps, looked down at the young man holding the sword, opened his mouth, and let out a sigh of relief: "Yishui..."

The dignified and well-dressed young master kept watching, his eyes were astonishingly bright, seeing Ouyang Shaogong turning to him, he immediately laughed, unable to hide his surprise, he opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, even a little at a loss.

Ouyang Shaogong knew what it was like, because he once had an idea that the person who understands him best in this world is himself, if there is another self who can accompany him, how perfect it would be.

"You..." Ouyang Mingri thought about it, wrapped the gold thread in his hand round and round, and finally said, "Are you cold? Go in and have a seat."

Obviously what he wanted to say was not this, maybe he didn't know how to express it for a while, just like receiving an ordinary guest.

Yi Shui went to open the door, the creaking sound overwhelmed the wind chime, Ouyang Shaogong finally put down the piano in his arms, took a breath of warm air into the palm of his hand, and pushed Ouyang Mingri in, the door closed, the wind and snow became more severe, half a cup of tea , Yi Shui came out again, and took the Qin in.

The sound of the wind chime was like broken jade, and it fell to the ground in a rage, and it was thrown out, which made me happy to hear it.

There was a lukewarm gurgling sound in the room, and the water had been boiling for a long time, but it hadn't boiled yet.Yi Shui was watching the stove, and the windows were closed tightly. The two Mr. Ouyang sat opposite each other, without saying a word for a long time.

Because Ouyang Mingri can't stand upright and has been sitting in a wheelchair for many years, the height of the furniture here is a little different from that of ordinary people's homes, but Ouyang Shaogong is quite familiar with him. He kneels on the couch, no lower than Ouyang Mingri.

I don't know how long it has been, Ouyang Shaogong has been leaning on the couch, seems to be very sleepy, the snow on his body has melted, his clothes are wet, his whole body is cold, but he still can't open his eyes.

Ouyang Mingri looked deeply at the person in front of him. His long hair was like a waterfall, his clothes turned into orchids, and his extremely elegant face was born with a trace of gentleness.Suddenly, Ouyang Shaogong was awakened by the screaming. He flickered, sat upright again, and nodded apologetically to Ouyang Mingri.

The water boiled, Yi Shui set out tea, brought the boiled water, and left the house silently, the sound of the wind chimes rushed into the ears for a moment, and then was blocked outside the door again.

Ouyang started to make tea tomorrow, his movements were slow and neat, extremely pleasing to the eye, the kind of gentleness that penetrated into every move made Ouyang Shaogong's heart fluctuate.This is indeed the person who knows him best, far better than Murong.

"Your clothes are all wet. If you don't mind, you can change them to mine." Ouyang Mingri said, pouring two cups of hot tea.

Ouyang Shaogong didn't speak, got up and went to the inside, went straight to the clothes storage place, took out a set of dark clothes and a small golden crown inlaid with jade.

After a while, Ouyang Shaogong tied his hair and changed his clothes. When he came out, he was in a trance like the old prince Jiancheng. The dark clothes were bright yellow embroidered clouds, the wide sleeves were rolled, and the knees were covered with woven flowers. It was his favorite common clothes at that time.

Ouyang Shaogong also stroked the crown tassels habitually, and became more energetic at once. He walked over to pick up the tea, raised his head and drank it cleanly, with a hiss of scalding.

Ouyang Mingri smiled lightly, everyone could see his joy, Ouyang Shaogong also found it interesting, stretched out his index finger to point on the cinnabar between his eyebrows, and pressed back gently: "When did I become so stupid .”

"What's the matter? You didn't come here for me." Ouyang Mingri frowned, making Ouyang Shaogong reluctant to say anything. No one knew better than them what it felt like to be alone for 1000 years.

Ouyang Shaogong murmured: "I didn't know it was you..."

"Although Prince Jiancheng was the person he admired at the beginning, with his status, even Ziyin would never think about it, and Dongfang Sheng disappeared in his arms. How could he leave this pain behind? As for you, it is Destined to leave." Ouyang Mingri sighed, curled up his crown, and lowered his eyes, "Immortals live too long, and they will be afraid of loneliness. After all, they are cultivated by humans. Unlike gods, they will never feel that they really belong to them. .”

"Yes, only you, he can't get it, but he can spoil and accompany him all the time," Ouyang Shaogong said, and he poured another cup of tea and held it in his hand to warm it.

"Murong...he knew you were here." Ouyang Mingri said, his face was a bit worried, this kind of anxiety seemed to be afraid of something, "I can't understand the feeling of people, they can know it out of thin air Many, you don't do anything, even if you hide yourself, as long as you show up, he will know and find it, you are born without this ability, even if you are a human being, you can't do it."

Ouyang Shaogong smiled, and stroked the cinnabar between his brows, making his brows relax: "I came here to find him, what's so scary about it."

Ouyang Mingri grabbed the hand that fell between his eyebrows, and said eagerly: "No, don't look for him. This world was born because of him, but it is not affected by him. This is a world, a complete world."

"So what." Changqin, who is the key to the time realm, doesn't care about this, Ouyang Shaogong shrugged, put his hands on the back of the chair, and embraced Ouyang Mingri.

Ouyang Mingri looked at the hands on his chest, and all the eagerness that seemed to be fear disappeared at once. He was silent, looking at the fingers used to play the piano, his voice became playful, and the cold, beautiful peach blossom eyes also He narrowed his eyes: "You stay, stay with me, and I will let him go."

"You..." Ouyang Shaogong was amazed by his change, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I don't want him." Ouyang Mingri said, he has no love for Murong Ziying, let alone allow himself to fall into this kind of private love that represents destruction, "I want you, he will never understand me."

Ouyang Shaogong was taken aback, it was not difficult to understand each other's thoughts, but sometimes, he almost forgot that he was a god.

God is the incarnation of law, and he cannot obtain a true and complete self, just like the blood in the human body, which nourishes the body. The supremacy of law is God's instinct, just like human beings are born to breathe.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

God is the most ruthless existence, love and hate are poison, if God has love and hate, it is blood stained with poison, which means death.

After wandering in the human world for too long, Ouyang Shaogong sometimes felt that the existence of God made people feel inexplicably sad.

"...Okay, I promise you." Ouyang Shaogong said, "I will stay with you until this world dissipates, let's see if I...will fall in love with myself."

"You are for Murong." Ouyang Mingri was determined, with anger in his eyes, and said coldly, "How can you value him so much, don't you know your identity?"

He was right, Ouyang Shaogong had nothing to refute, but still like a child, he twisted him and said softly: "I just want to accompany you."

"This is also the truth." Ouyang Mingri sighed, feeling helpless.

The tea on the table was still warm, but it was already tasteless, white steam lingered intermittently.

Ouyang Shaogong didn't know what else to say, he raised his hand to support his hair crown, and also lowered his head, seeing Ouyang tomorrow with his hands tucked into his sleeves, motionless, he suddenly called him.

The sound of the wind chime could still come in, it was muffled and so quiet, Ouyang Mingri really didn't want to talk any more, and started to close his eyes and rest his mind.

Ouyang Shaogong gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and suddenly hugged him up, Ouyang Mingri was startled and opened his eyes tomorrow.

No.80 seven times

The couch was cold, the bedding was tidy, and it was too cold to touch.

Ouyang Shaogong's movements were still gentle, he put Ouyang Mingri on the couch, and stood beside the couch quietly, without saying anything, but there was a bit of anxiety and helplessness in his eyes.

Ouyang knew tomorrow that he was eager to leave here and take Murong Ziying away. If he stayed in the illusory world for a long time, people would not be able to tell the real from the fake.

"I have been in the human world for thousands of years. I don't know if the memories I keep are important, but for me, Murong is my only concern for the human world." Ouyang Shaogong said, he seemed to be pleading to himself, wanting to Recognized.

The silence made the room even more empty. Ouyang Mingri just listened quietly. In fact, he really wanted to tell this person that you once loved your wife deeply, but you forgot after all, and you must not even remember her name.

Ouyang Mingri doesn't know whether this kind of love is the same, so he has nothing to say.

The golden thread gently pulled down the curtain in front of the couch to isolate everything outside. Ouyang turned over tomorrow, closed his eyes again, and found a comfortable position.

He didn't speak, he seemed to be asleep, and the sound of shallow breathing came out. After a long time, Ouyang Shaogong looked at the bright yellow embroidered curtain, his face became more gentle, his fingertips were raised slightly, showing awe-inspiring killing intent.

The person on the bed sighed lazily: "Killing me will not help."

"Since seeing me