The bright moon sits on the ground

The night in Lin'an is not too quiet.

Originally, Bai Xuan could only see the fireworks in the world through the small carved window. No matter whether he was happy, angry or sad, no matter how noisy or silent, in his eyes, they were no different from distant lights. Across an invisible Milky Way, ? He will always be untouchable.

Those who are keen on looking at paintings, after looking at them for a long time, will become the vegetation in the paintings, and become bright and vivid strokes in the mottled paint.

Now, living in Lin'an at night, Baixuan felt that it was different from when he looked through that window in the past.

The voice of the watchman came from far and near, and water vapor was swimming in the clouds. He saw the lights of thousands of families parading around him. Even though the evening came, there were occasional servants guarding the gate of the mansion, waiting for the return of the master. ——The evening wind is cold,? Carrying a dimly lit lantern, the young boy squatted on the edge of the stone steps,? Trembling from the evening wind, rubbing his hands constantly to keep warm .

He raised his eyes in a daze, and the boy trembled with fright at the sudden appearance of the black shadow. He looked intently, and it was not a ghost, but a man in black clothes and strange antlers. Masks are scary.

The man in the black robe walked towards him. The servant shook his hands and wanted to knock on the door knocker and call for the guards. With his undulating chest, he was about to step back, but the man in black stopped in his tracks. He just stood there, looking at the unattractive lantern in his hand, unable to discern the expression under the mask.

For some reason, he always felt that this person didn't seem to be hostile. Thinking about the consequences of waking up those guards, the boy thought about it, carefully looked at the man in Xuanyi who had stopped for a while, and finally confirmed that he was not targeting him. The mansion behind him came.

The lingering night wind seemed to be less sharp, the boy thought, was it because his nerves had relaxed, or because the man in black lifted up the corner of his robe and squatted a few steps away from him, just to catch the wind. Strictly blocked?

This night, at least he saw a living person, and he finally felt a little relieved.

Although the wind howled, it failed to blow up the black robe. The dark red rope buckle at the corner of the robe was like a weight, falling heavily, quietly, unmoved, and cut the sound of the wind. The servant took a few glances calmly, although he couldn't see very clearly, but with the light of the fire, he could see that the clothes this person was wearing were definitely not what ordinary people could have.

What kind of fabric is it?The boy suddenly became interested, racked his brains to think, and barely came to the conclusion of Huanbu, but then he didn't think it was right. How could Huanbu have a soft and warm luster like silk?Perhaps he was ignorant.

The man in Xuanyi kept looking at the lantern in his hand.The boy noticed this, but he didn't understand. There were no patterns painted on the surface of the lantern, and the shape was the most common. Even a three-year-old child wouldn't pick it up to play with. What's so special about it?

The boy looked away and looked up at the deserted alley. He was waiting for someone, and this person was also waiting for someone?

He had a lot of questions, which blocked his throat, but disappeared when he reached his lips, without uttering a word.

As if disturbed by his thoughts, the man in Xuanyi caressed the mask, turned his head and looked to the south, the servant was doing nothing, and began to guess what he was looking at, it was Jinghua Tower, Shangchun Pavilion, West Lake, is it Nanshi, or Prince Ji's Mansion?

Thinking of this, the man in Xuanyi suddenly asked, "Where is Prince Ji's Mansion?"

The boy didn't expect him to speak, he was terrified, and it took him a while to come to his senses. After thinking about it, he felt that his voice was like a lychee in a porcelain bowl, covered with a layer of hoarfrost that was about to melt. While thinking this way, he Then he gave the answer that was not a secret: "That is the royal family of the previous dynasty. The old king fled, and the throne fell on Ji Wang. However, within seven or eight days, the whole palace was beheaded by the current emperor, and the mansion was destroyed. It’s just so deserted, no one cares about it, and it should be refurbished in a year or so.”

As he said this, he saw the man in black smoothing the wrinkles on the corners of his robe, nodding to him, getting up and leaving.

The boy originally wanted to stand up too, but the pain in his buttocks was unbearable. He leaned over and rubbed his legs. Seeing the man in Xuanyi walking towards the south, he vaguely understood that he was going to Prince Ji's mansion, so he reminded: "It's in ruins, there's nothing to see there."

Hearing his words, Bai Xuan didn't stop in his tracks, he thought, he also knew that the mansion must be a desolate lonely grave.

Walking through the deep alleys and around the roundabout corners, the water mist in the clouds became more and more dignified, and a downpour was coming.

Xu Lang was standing at the end of the deep alley. In front of him was a closed mansion that was no different from ruins. It was old and decayed, and no one had set foot there for a long time. There was also a thick layer of dust on the stone steps, and cobwebs formed at the corners. , is a scene of loneliness and desolation.

He didn't go in, didn't need to go in, there was nothing in it but the sores and lesions of long-sickness.

Bai Xuan stood behind Xu Lang for a moment, he didn't try to cover up his footsteps, but Xu Lang didn't turn his head, he didn't say anything, those rambling words in the past seemed to have disappeared, he just looked at the person in front of him. In the mansion, there was no unnecessary expression on his face, his smile was suppressed, and there was a little nostalgia in his eyes, neither hatred nor sorrow.

Because other countries were ruined and their families were destroyed, only mountains and rivers remained.

"'Xu Lang' is not your real name." Bai Xuan asked, "What is your name?"

"Wanzhu." Xu Lang replied, "It's an unlucky name, I don't like it very much."

Bai Xuan didn't expect Xu Lang to answer so simply, and then, should he ask, how did Xu Lang escape, and how did he abandon his name, leave Lin'an, search all over the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, and never return?This is clearly out of date.

But Xu Lang smiled, turned to look at him, and said, "Mystery, there are not so many soul-stirring stories in this world."

Yes, Xu Lang chewed these words repeatedly in his heart.Not all stories in this world are like those legends that only exist in myths, with twists and turns, bizarre, soul-stirring, they are always about saving the common people in the world, and they are about to destroy the world at every turn.

"There's really nothing to say." He said, "Things in this world are not like in books, where there is a beginning and an end, and what comes and goes back. I swear, even bloody revenge is nothing more than that."

For the first time, Bai Xuan felt that the mortals in front of him were not mediocre people with no ambitions.Xu Lang's hands were once used to pluck the strings of the qin, but now they are used to break branches and blow leaves; his feet once stepped on jade towers and golden pavilions, but now they are stepping into muddy mountains and fields; But now looking at the beautiful rivers and mountains in the world...why?Bai Xuan didn't understand.

Xu Lang stood for a while, when he heard Bai Xuan leisurely open his mouth, and asked him, why?

"Why make this river and mountain bloody again?" Xu Lang pondered for a moment, then replied, "Nowadays the world is peaceful, and no one cares who the previous emperor was. As I said, there are too many stories in this world that have no ending. The beginning does not necessarily have the end, and there is no need to avenge some grudges. In the first few years, many people came to me, grabbing land with their heads, and talking about family hatred and country hatred, but I was the least favored one. An idler, lazy, can't make a fortune, and they come to find me, but they just use me as a puppet."

"If there is such a day that will come, it shouldn't be me, an idler, who will do it. The tide will swallow up the court."

Bai Xuan didn't understand what it meant, and mumbled the word "tide water" again, not knowing what Xu Lang was referring to.

"Have you ever heard such a saying?" Xu Lang turned around, turned his back to the mansion, and said, "Water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it."

Before the words were finished, the torrential rain came whistling with the night wind, and the heavy rain fell in torrents. The raindrops were the size of beans, like hail, and it was painful to hit the face, and they were drenched thoroughly in an instant.Xu Lang panicked and shouted, "It's raining." After searching all over his body, he couldn't find anything that could cover the rain, so he had to take off his outer robe and put it on his head carelessly, his movements were very embarrassing.

He took two steps out, turned his head to look, only to find that Bai Xuan hadn't followed at all, and was standing upright, like a rock.

Xu Lang turned his head a few times, feeling blessed in his heart, and suddenly thought that there is no rain on the clouds, has Bai Xuan never seen rain before, and he doesn't know about sheltering from rain, let alone that he will catch a cold when he gets wet? Sickness - oh, gods don't get sick.

Through the rain curtain, Bai Xuan saw Xu Lang take two steps at a time and then ran back again. He was very anxious and stretched out his hand to tug at his sleeve, muttering something, which was indistinct through the sound of the rain, probably because he felt that he was about to It's too shameful for him to be thrown in the rain.

The mortal in front of him grabbed his sleeve and was about to run. He rushed out in a few steps, and his movements were fast. Bai Xuan's foot was steady, but he would not be staggered by Xu Lang, and Bai Xuan was dragged half a step by him. , probably understood what he wanted to do, so he opened his lips and called his name.

"Xu Lang."

Xu Lang didn't hear it at all.

"Xu Lang?"

Xu Lang continued to run towards the eaves not far away.

"Ji Wanzhu—"

Bai Xuan held Xu Lang's wrist instead, and used skillful strength to stop him from walking, so that he would not slip on the rain-covered ground. Xu Langmeng was dripping water at the neckline of his outer robe above his head, and his forehead was covered with water. The broken hair was also wet and stuck to the eyelids, and he couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly. He only vaguely saw the fairy in the antler mask raising his hand to make a tactic, and the cold raindrops splashed around.

Xu Lang was stunned for a moment, thinking that the rain had stopped, took off his outer robe, and wiped the drops of water off his face. He saw that it was raining heavily, and he had no intention of taking a breather, and those raindrops fell, Nothing could get on the corner of his clothes, his body seemed to be covered with a thin layer of barrier, separating the rainwater, flowing along the bend of his arm to the toe of the shoe, and then melted into a drop of stagnant water.

He looked at Bai Xuan again, but Bai Xuan was still drenched in the rain, neither dodging nor dodging. He only gave him a trick to avoid the water, then retracted the hand that was holding his wrist just now into his sleeve, and shook it away. On the cuffs, black silver streaks flowed slowly, covering his fingertips.

The heavy rain was torrential, the full moon was buried, a hole was torn in the sky, and the Milky Way flowed down like lead water, turning into a shower.