The spring breeze is proud to enter the treasure building

The summer wind is blowing, sending the breath of grass leaves into the nose.

In the coming year, the spring grass will be green, will the king and grandson return?

The smell of grass leaves is the same as back then. The young man who was leading the white horse stood on the grassy embankment and turned back to him, "I don't even want you to repay your life-saving grace, what else do you want?"

Lu Jiuhan looked up at the sky, white clouds and gray dogs, thousands of miles of blue sky like the sea.

His eyes were hot with tears.

Uh...he finally raised his head to the sky and let out a long howl.

Huadao was also looking at the clouds in the sky, and the wind blew his white monk robe. No one knew what he thought of at that moment.No matter how sad life is, there are always flashes and shadows worth remembering.Joy, sweetness, or even pain... Has a person like Huadao ever felt unrepentant and heartbroken for someone?In the end, this body is left in ruins, and the world of mortals is only wandering around?

Sweet as poison, after the beautiful flowers bloom, the living will sink into the endless hell forever.Even if the sword roars in Kyushu, it is invincible in the world.Even if you climb to a high-rise building, the singing is by your side.The sky is cloudless and the sea is vast, and it is lonely in the end.

The painting knife stood still for a moment, and lightly raised its sleeve, a black ruler stuck to Lu Jiuleng's thigh and nailed into the loess.

Lu Jiuhan felt the cold iron sticking to his vitals, and unconsciously jumped, "Crazy monk, what are you doing? You're going to hurt my life, and I'm going to kill you."

Huadao stared at him and said, "You owe my life. I will pay your debt. This is the cause and condition. After hundreds of thousands of eons, I am always in life and death. You love my heart. I pity your face. This is the cause and condition. After hundreds of thousands of eons .often in bondage."

The expression on Lu Jiuleng's face became more and more strange, "Crazy monk, are you reciting scriptures from the Shurangama Sutra? I thought you, a crazy monk, don't abide by the rules and regulations, and you can't even recite sutras. So you still know how to recite sutras. "

The Shurangama Sutra mentioned by Lu Jiuleng can naturally be seen in secular temples, and even eminent monks and wine and meat monks can recite a few sentences of the Shurangama Sutra.Although Lu Jiuhan is not as famous as Su Muhua, the head of the killing department of Xunhuan Villa has always been the successor of the owner, and he is not ignorant of classics and history.

At this moment, listening to Huadao recited through hundreds of thousands of kalpas, he is always bound.Lu Jiuleng's heart trembled violently, and he repeated those eight words in his heart several times.That's right, Xiao Su is not dead yet, how can I be so depressed?Even if...he... I have him in my heart, naturally I will not let him down.Even after that... I go boating alone to enjoy the moon, I always think of him as being by my side, and keep him in my heart.

A blue scripture was patted directly on his face. "I figured it out... Just memorize the Shurangama Sutra for me. Has the Su family kid taught you his mind?"

Lu Jiuhan held the book in his hand and nodded, "Master, I didn't say I would not learn, so don't be so reckless."

"You only need to learn from the fusion of exercises, one hour is enough. I will go to meditate, and after you have learned it, go hunt some wild game."

Lu Jiu responded coldly, took out a brocade box from his sleeve, opened the lid, and found a colorful butterfly in the box.

Zhuang Zhouxiao dreamed of butterflies, Wangdi Chunxin entrusted cuckoos.

Lu Jiuhan felt that his soul was sent to that butterfly. He held the butterfly in his palm, breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered, "Die Er, Die Er, you must not die."

Seeing the light, the colorful butterfly slowly fluttered its wings.

Lu Jiuleng's eyes lit up, the host is well.

He put away the smelling butterflies and memorized the Shurangama Sutra in an hour.

Perhaps the prey in this woods had never seen anyone before, so it jumped directly into his arms. Lu Jiuleng brought a pheasant back and roasted it on fire.

He had just roasted the pheasant on the fire until it was golden, when the painting knife was already sitting beside him.

The moonlight illuminated the sea of ​​red flowers, and Ye Wenyan stood outside the sea of ​​flowers, and said loudly, "Master, I'm asking you to see me."

His voice stirred in the valley, and the valley was silent only with the sound of the wind.Ye Wenyan waited quietly for a while, and walked towards the valley. He learned martial arts by drawing swords. He had entered and exited this valley several times, and the traps of poisonous flowers couldn't stop him.

There are several huge stones on the grass, and three bamboo cups are scattered on the stones. It seems that someone once drank here.Huadao lives alone in the valley, even if he sent someone to practice kung fu that day, he shouldn't have a drink with him.Who is that?

Ye Wenyan pushed open the door of the wooden house.

Su Muhua's five senses had been gradually lost, he vaguely felt someone pushing the door and entering, that person stood by the bed and looked down at him silently.

Su Muhua laughed helplessly, but he came back anyway.

Ye Wenyan stared deeply at the person lying on the bed. He had known this person since he was young.He had never seen him so weak for a moment, and in his memory this person had always been very proud.Even when he was pressed under him and pointed a knife at his chest, it was dangerous as if he could violently hurt someone at any time, as long as he wanted to.

Ye Wenyan helped Su Muhua up, put his hand through his cuff, and put his hand on his veins.

The skin is close to each other, and the warm blood between the young man's wrists rises and falls slightly.

Ye Wenyan's face became ugly, and he squeezed his hand tightly for an instant, "No internal strength? Su Muhua, how did you do this?"

The corner of the mouth of the person in his arms moved slightly, and there was slight water in his eyes, and he called out, "It hurts..." Su Muhua opened his mouth, the blood in his chest boiled, and he spat out with a plop.

Ye Wenyan had never seen Su Muhua so weak for a moment, nor had he seen him so seductive for a moment.

The young man lay docilely in his arms, his jet-black hair draped over his shoulders, his chest heaved slightly, as weak as a mermaid.

The light-colored lips were also darker than usual due to blood stains, and the cheeks were already dyed a thin red, only the pair of eyes were still calm, as if they didn't pay attention to his pain at the moment.

Ye Wenyan's heart was full of longing, and his head suddenly became hot, and he lowered his head towards the person in his arms.

Lips and teeth met, Su Muhua did not resist, and was docile even like a lazy cat with squinting eyes.He raised his hand to grab his sleeve, panting lowly.

The taste is so good, the secret lust that has never been tried before revives in Ye Wenyan's body.Want more, but don't want more.

I have known this person for many years and pushed away the fate with my own hands. I don't want to be able to meet again and be so close.

When Ye Wenyan let go of his lips, his breath was already unstable, and his hot lips fell on Su Muhua's slender neck.The young man held him tightly in his arms, and eagerly put his hands into the neckline, lingering on the warm and smooth skin of his chest.

Still in such a hurry, Su Muhua couldn't help laughing, raised his neck and put it close to his ear, and murmured, "The wine is cold..."

Ye Wenyan's face turned pale in an instant, as if someone had punched him to the heart.He grabbed Su Muhua by the collar and dragged him up from the bed, "Su Muhua! You can see who I am!"

Su Muhua had already lost his sense of pain. At this moment when his clothes were lifted, the strong discomfort made him frown, and the pain sharpened his five senses for a moment. He forcefully opened his eyes, "Why are you crazy?"

The moonlight shines in from the window, and a piece of white brocade sleeve embroidered with gold thread is reflected in the eyes. It is of excellent texture and is dazzlingly white.

Not him, not Lu Jiuhan!

The moonlight saw Ye Wenyan's face, the son of Tsinghua Guijie in front of him, his eyes were ruthless.

Su Muhua's pupils shrank suddenly, "Ye Wenyan! Let me go!"

Ye Wenyan threw him back on the bed, with a murderous intent in his eyes, "The wine is cold? Su Muhua, who are you thinking about, your lover? You let him treat you like this... or you , are you willing to let him sleep?"

"Lord Ye, it's none of your business what I do with whom and whom I fall in love with. But I can tell you... Lu Jiuhan and I have made a romantic alliance."

Su Muhua smiled coldly, his eyes were sharp, and when he said the word Yuanmeng, there was a gentle smile on his lips.

Ye Wenyan really wanted to strangle this man to death.

He let out a long breath, and finally hugged Su Muhua's back slowly, and picked him up.The smile on his lips was as playful as looking at the prey under his claws, "Mr. Su, now that you have fallen into my hands, you are still trying to provoke me, but you are not smart enough." He just carried Su Muhua and walked out the door, vigorously The swift figure quickly disappeared into the night.

In Wangbei City, the night is already deep.

Shu Qingxiu was standing under the lantern, while Shu Xiaoyun had already fallen asleep in the room.

A strong arm wrapped around his back, "You haven't slept yet, are you waiting for me?"

Shu Qingxiu turned around and saw Sun Sheng standing behind him with his armor still on.He reached out to hold Sun Sheng's hand, and then stroked the beard residue on his face with his fingertips.

Shu Qingxiu was wearing a simple plain dress, and his description was a bit clear. At this moment, he didn't have that charming smile on his face, but he looked a bit like a gentle and handsome scholar.

Sun Sheng stared at him deeply, as if he wanted to take him into his heart, "Don't worry, the prince's soldiers have only been here for a few days, who wants to fight? Zhong Tuoda's soldiers are his brothers and sisters. If I were him, he wouldn't send troops... Feiyuqi is the prince's brother Paozhe, and he wouldn't let us make such a senseless sacrifice."

A cool smile flashed across Shu Qingxiu's eyes, "Then why are you still wearing armor late at night?"

When he laughed like this, there was a little sadness, but it made people unable to turn their eyes away.

Just like when he was in the shade of the spring sun and flowers, he held a three-foot green sword and performed a sword dance.

——Even if it is ruthless, it is also touching.

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