I, Long Jun, am not short!

Bihaiyuntian is a particularly terrifying place.

Yan Cijing had thought of this a long time ago, but he didn't know exactly how terrible it was, but based on the fact that Emperor Jiuling didn't intend to let him in at the beginning, he inferred that it might not be as good as Wangchuan in the underworld.

He didn't expect the scene in front of him at all, he squinted his eyes slightly due to the almost dazzling light, he couldn't see anything clearly, so he had to cover his eyes with his hands, and it took a long time to slowly see the surrounding situation clearly

Not to mention anything else, this damn place is really too hot.

Yan Cijing looked around and saw a piece of flying sand and rocks flying in the air, making people's eyes hurt.

There are two men's figures in the dusty sky, they seem to be fighting, and a few sword lights flashed from time to time, cold and white.

Yan Cijing frowned slightly, and took a few steps back to see a group of people not far away, probably wanting to watch the fight but afraid of being accidentally injured, hiding so far away, it's not like who the two fighting are.

Before Yan Cijing finished thinking, the dust flying all over the sky slowly descended, and there stood a man in Tsing Yi, holding a three-foot long sword, but he was still a boy, with clear and good-looking eyes, and a smile on his lips. Two small dimples, it looks cute and harmless, if there is not a blood-stained... person lying in front of him.

The young man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly and wiped the blood on the sword blade with his thumb, and casually swept across the group of people not far away. He was satisfied to see them shrinking and retreating, then turned to Yan Cijing, raised his eyebrows, He opened his mouth and asked, "Does anyone else want to try it? Does this young man want to come?"

Yan Cijing ignored him, turned around and left.

It doesn't feel good to have the spirit root shattered, and he still doesn't feel well, how can he have time to pay attention to their messy things, the devil knows what he is talking about.

The young man in Tsing Yi blinked his eyes, as if he didn't expect such a development, and immediately said: "Stop! Who told you to go, do you know who I am?!"

Yan Cijing didn't bother to pay attention to him, and reluctantly turned his head to look at him. He felt that this person was really useless, and his sword posture was not right. Someone took the lead.

And secondly...

Chu Xian played a beautiful sword flower casually, then stuffed Changfeng into Yan Cijing's hand, taught him to hold the sword, and took his hand to imitate how he did just now to make a beautiful sword flower , smiled and said: "The posture of holding the sword must be correct, otherwise the sword will not be easy to shoot, and your sword posture will be a step slower than others. Of course, it is not a problem if you are ten or eight steps slower like me, but you are a beginner. , The fight is all about speed, do you know that it is better to strike first? Otherwise, even if you use the best sword technique, as long as the sword is slow, the weakness will be exposed. Isn't this chasing after the target?"

"This is the first point. Remember, the Changfeng Sword has always been famous for its speed. You have to be faster than the sword! Otherwise, how can you hold it? But the second thing is that it is naturally impossible to use the sword with this sword. , isn’t using a sword just to look good, what kind of sword can you use if you can’t play tricks?”

Second, you can't play Sword Flower.

Yan Cijing remembered that this was the first time he learned swordsmanship, Chu Xian held his hand and told him that the man's sword posture was really perfect and amazingly beautiful.

In those few years, Chu Xian never understood why Yan Cijing didn’t love swords. He had such a good swordsman by his side, but he wanted to learn Yanling Dao. In addition to ", there is another reason.

Chu Xian's sword is so good that Yan Cijing feels that even if he has learned it for a hundred years, he can't compare with him. It's better to learn something else. It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, as long as it is good, it will make him sooner. It's good to protect leisurely.

It's a pity that he lost the chance to protect that person forever before he finished his studies.

The boy in Tsing Yi called him again impatiently: "Hey, are you dumb? You won't be new here, right? What's your name?"

Yan Cijing also turned around, and replied coldly in the severe pain of the person who could be crushed kneeling: "Yan Cijing."

The young man in Tsing Yi tilted his head to look at him, showing his dimples again, put away his sword neatly, and said with a smile, "Your name is Yan Cijing? What a coincidence, my name is Huacishu."

This is Yan Cijing's first encounter with Huacishu, and even he himself didn't understand why Huacishu, whose sword was splattered with blood and planned to do it again, stopped just like that, and return it to the two brothers He came up and put his shoulders on Yan Cijing's shoulders.

Although Yan Cijing threw him down on the spot.

Later, when Yan Cijing thought of this incident again, he had almost adapted to the abnormal climate of blue sea and cloudy sky. He could face the scorching sun without changing his expression and suddenly turned into ice and snow, and he could even talk to Huacishu in heavy rain. Playing chess——Huacishu’s own chess pieces carved out of stone—he asked Huacishu why.

At that time, Huacishu was weaving a grass ring with ingenuity, and there were too few plants in the ghostly place of Bihaiyuntian. Only when it was cold and snowy, would such two tenacious long grasses be seen in some special places. , It really depends on luck to see it. After saving Huacishu for a long time, I can barely save enough long grass to weave a small bracelet.

He leaned against a block of ice with the grass ring. The ice did not melt all year round. The ice man looked cold and pale, but the cold was really nothing to him. He squinted at the grass ring towards the sun. , Hearing Yan Cijing's words, he burst out laughing with a "puchi".

Huacishu casually grabbed Yan Cijing's hand, put the grass ring on his hand, admired it with satisfaction for a while, and answered him with a smile: "Ah, because your name is Yan Cijing, why are there so many reasons?" Isn't that right, tsk, don't pick your farewells, do you know Zhu Yan's Ci Jing Hua Ci Shu?"

After staying for so long, Yan Cijing still wasn't used to the coldness. He was frozen by Huacishu's hand and the grass ring, and was about to pick it off immediately. Hearing Huacishu's words, he reluctantly gave him face , did not pick it, nodded, and answered briefly: "I know."

Hua Cishu put his hands behind his head, leaned slightly towards Yan Cijing, and smiled at him cutely and harmlessly: "When my master named me, he said this poem, Zhu Yan Cijing Huacishu. When I heard your name that day, I thought of him. Hey, Cici, who got your name?"

Yan Cijing opened his mouth, not knowing how to describe the relationship between Chu Xian and him, after thinking for a long time, a mysterious sentence came up: "The person I love, he also told me at that time that Zhu Yanci Jing Huaci Tree."

Huacishu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him in surprise, and said: "Hey, Cici, what a coincidence, my name is also obtained by the person I love."

Yan Cijing looked at him: "Do you love your master?"

Huacishu raised his eyebrows: "Why, can't it?"

Yan Cijing's face was as cold as the surrounding ice and snow all year round, but at this moment it softened a little, as if the ice and snow had melted, he said: "Actually, he can be regarded as my master, but he bluntly said that he would not accept apprentices and asked me He's a brother."

Huacishu let out a "huh" and said with a smile: "This is too coincidental Cici, hey, you used to ask questions and didn't say anything, why are you willing to say it today?"

Yan Cijing froze the corner that had just melted again, and glanced at him lightly, as if it didn't matter whether he answered this question or not, and it was not worthwhile to open his mouth to answer.

Huacishu has long been used to his style, and asked again: "Then you were thrown here, does your brother know?"

Yan Cijing nodded, and said slowly, "It was he who spoke."

Hua Cishu looked at him with wide eyes, as if thinking of something, his voice was a little tight: "Did he speak? Does he not like you? Why..."

Yan Cijing pursed the corners of his lips, and said coldly: "He doesn't know, and he won't like me. Because... because I made his life worse than death."

Huacishu heard the slight tremor in his voice, and asked cautiously: "What is it, life is better than death?"

Yan Cijing turned to look at him, his eyes were tightly covered by thousands of colors of ice and snow, and he couldn't see any emotions, he said: "The whole body's keels are broken, is life better than death?"

Huacishu gasped, and exclaimed: "Keel?"

Yan Cijing nodded: "He is the Dragon King of the Heaven Realm, and I am a dirty hybrid of gods and demons."

Huacishu murmured: "Why do I find this story so familiar?"

Yan Cijing didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

Huacishu turned over from the ice and climbed onto Yan Cijing's shoulder. He leaned against half of his body, looking at his eyes that were terribly bright: "I said, this story is so familiar. He is God in the heavens, and I am the son of the singer and the devil."

Yan Cijing moved his body unnaturally, and asked him: "Your master?"

Huacishu nodded: "Yes, you know, when my master met me, I was almost betrayed."

Yan Cijing nodded: "I know, you said it before."

Huacishu let out an "oh" and continued: "My master, he taught me to put away remaining hatred, avoid evil in my heart, reform myself, change my feelings, turn around from the sea of ​​suffering, and realize Lan Yin early, but ah, I didn't do anything Learned, but learned to like him."

Yan Cijing tilted his head to look at him, and said softly, "Xianxian has never taught me so much."

Huacishu laughed, resting his head on Yan Cijing's shoulder, his red coat was wet with tears from his laughter, he laughed and said: "It's different, he is my only light in the dark, but He never wanted to really shine on me."

He looked up at Yan Cijing: "He is like a star, I want to pluck the star, but I can't even catch the light from the shooting star across the sky, the way is different, we can't go to the same destination."

Yan Cijing rubbed his head for the first time, not pushing him off his shoulder for the first time, he said: "Speaking of it, Xianxian and I are like a dream, but now, the dream is to Wake up."

Huacishu asked him: "Then are you awake?"

Yan Cijing first looked forward, as if he had seen a place far, far away through the ice and snow of the blue sea and sky, but he didn't know if there was Chu Xian at the end of that ice and snow.

He said: "He has already woken up, and I, painting the ground as a prison, am stuck in the past. I can't wake up."

Yan Cijing didn't know that through the snow and ice, far, far ahead, so far away that he couldn't see, so far beyond the blue sea and sky, where he could no longer see the ice and snow, he could actually just see The gate of the Hall of Compassion Yan.

Chu Xian, who had not yet recovered, was lying in the inner room, holding a book in his hand. He looked towards the door of the palace a little strangely, and murmured: "It's strange, why do I always feel like someone is looking at me? Ling's eyeliner?"

The author has something to say: accept remaining hatred, avoid coquettish anger, and renew, change love, stop falling in love with passing water, turn back from bitter sea, and realize Lanyin early - "Suo Lin Nang"

I think I put a big candy at the end, sweet, see how much I love you.

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