Luo Yan Hu does not return

Yuankang six years

In the valley of the underworld, the ding-dong sound of the stream is in harmony with a series of crisp and tender cadences. A green and verdant ancient tree is intertwined with intertwined roots, and two white shadows, one short and one long, one up and one down, can be vaguely seen.

"Brother——why did Master Meng say here, 'Heaven is about to send a great mission to man, and he must first work hard on his will and his muscles and bones'? Nobody praises you for following Master so easily and without caring about anything. We have "clear eyesight, unparalleled roots", can we take up this "big responsibility", after all, it depends on human luck in the end?"

On the branch of the lower level, a boy in white clothes with long legs was hanging down. After listening to the little guy on the upper level, he pretended to shake his head and turned over and sat up.

"Ah Xuan, it's not that simple. No matter how good luck falls on a person, if you don't have enough strength to hold it tightly, it's just a dream. Insert a few knives, and when it comes, it will make people fall into the pain of repentance and laziness, struggle with ups and downs for several rounds of spring and autumn, and experience the helplessness of the world for a while. I want you to know that it is better not to touch any red light or great luck."

After the young man finished speaking, he stroked the scabbard hanging beside him without blinking his eyes, and jumped down from the tall tree with a "whoosh", his movements were so crisp, it seemed that he was not the same person as the one he was rambling about just now.

The little girl on the top is carved in pink and jade, about eight or nine years old. At first glance, it is difficult to make people think it is a boy. His hair is neither long nor short, and it is not divided into two buns. It is casually loose like a teenager.

The boy picked up the scroll in one hand, climbed up the vine with the other, and slid unhurriedly to the bottom of the tree, "Brother, why do you only talk so much when I ask Confucius and Mencius? Master hates you the most." Yes, isn't it these two?"

The boy's whole body is probably not as long as the boy's legs, but the banter on his face and the boy's displeasure make him the older and shrewd one, "And your tone just now is very similar to the one who came yesterday." That bearded uncle..."

Before the boy finished speaking, he immediately ran wildly, but his legs were not long enough, and within a few steps, the neckline was already picked up by the young man behind him, and his feet were about to leave the ground, "Brother, I'm just kidding, don't get angry ..."

"Who knows as much as you kid... Hey, what did you put on my face?"

"Brother, look behind, the master is here!" The boy raised his hand and pointed behind the young man, the young man turned his head in response, his hand was empty for a moment, only then did he remember the "master" that the boy said, and he had only started retreat a few days ago.

Just when he was about to get angry, the boy's voice came from a distance, "Brother Zhuzi, you-really-listen-to-"

"You poor bastard, how dare you call that... see if I don't beat you to death today!" The boy put on a posture of exercising his muscles, and the boy grinned and ran faster than before.

The sound of laughing, cursing and fighting gradually faded away, disappearing in the bottomless forest.

eight years later

The morning light was twilight, the forest spring was humming, and in front of the layers of green bamboo, a black phantom flew up and down, and the dense sword light poured continuously like flowing water.

"nice!"

A young man in white was on the other side of the clear pool, raised his hand and clapped twice, very loudly.

The black-clothed swordsman stopped what he was doing, and a sullen look appeared on his face.

To this swordsman, the word "beautiful" and two applause are tantamount to a blatant provocation, treating his swordsmanship as a show that is not useful, even three points more severe than a slap in the face.

The white robe casually swayed over, with an attitude of not being afraid of anything, just looking at it made people very annoyed.

It wasn't until the man approached that the black-clothed swordsman said in a cold voice with no expression on his face: "If you want to find someone to compete with in the future, please concentrate on walking..." The black-clothed swordsman wanted to teach a few more words, but was rejected by the man. The young man interrupted: "Your Excellency is—Brother Feng, Feng Liyuan, isn't it?" He narrowed the corners of his eyes slightly, his eyes lingering on the black-clothed swordsman.

The swordsman in black frowned, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, "Your Excellency?"

This question is equivalent to affirming the young man's guess.

The boy's eyes were full of excitement, he swallowed a few times before saying: "...My, my surname is Xue Mingheng, I'm from an unknown generation, my martial arts are very loose, I don't dare to let 'Luo Yan Cheng Ying' get involved."

One night three years ago, the spring was chilly and the moon was bleak. A sword energy passed outside Jinyong City in Luoyang, and pierced Zhao Wang Sima Lun who was about to escape. None of the eagle dogs beside him noticed the presence of the swordsman.

King Qi has been wanting to get rid of his arrogant and incompetent uncle for a long time, but that man managed to plan under his nose, and escaped from the bedroom under house arrest. Who could have predicted this, and who came alone... Everything has become an insoluble puzzle.

Jiaos are divided into Chengying, geese forget to return when they fall, the sword comes and goes invisible, just like the famous sword "Chengying" recorded in ancient legends. The name of "Luoyan Bearing the Shadow" is becoming more and more popular among the people of Luoyang - this is the wrath of the heavens, sending the gods to descend to the earth, and those who do many unrighteous and arrogant will be punished by the law of heaven.

In addition to torturing the witnesses, King Qi secretly sent people to investigate, and offered a reward of ten thousand taels of gold to mobilize people all over the world to search, but the muddy cows entered the sea, and the waves washed the sand. Since then, there has been no news.A year later, the Luoyang war broke out again, King Qi died, and his corpse was left in the Ximing Pavilion.

"...Where did he find out about me? Could it be that Langya King..." Feng Liyuan thought for a while, his interest in sword practice was disturbed by many doubts, and he didn't want to cause more trouble, so he turned his face coldly Turn around and go to the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Brother Feng, where are you going?"

Feng Liyuan strode swiftly into the bamboo forest, Xue Heng trotted all the way, always missing a few steps.When he was out of breath, he missed a piece of smooth bluestone under his feet, and with a "swipe", he slipped and fell to the ground.

Hearing that sound, Feng Liyuan thought that the person behind him finally couldn't hold back and was about to strike at him, so he turned around and drew his sword suddenly, but it was this funny and stupid look that caught his eyes, so he was willing to believe that this person's "martial arts is sparse", Maybe it's really more than just humility.

"Ouch——" Xue Heng clutched his ass and stood up with great difficulty. When he raised his head, he saw Feng Liyuan bent down and stretched out an arm to him.He didn't climb immediately, but looked carefully at Feng Liyuan's eyebrows and eyes again.

Xue Heng murmured: "It's beautiful...it's really beautiful..."

Could it be that what this person applauded just now wasn't his sword skills, but just his face?

Feng Liyuan could hear it clearly, his lungs were already overwhelmed, and his outstretched arm pushed Xue Heng back hard. This time it was not his buttocks but his head that landed on the ground, followed by a crisp "boom".

But this time, in fact, it only took [-]% of his strength, otherwise Xue Heng would have lost his mind and died.

"Your Excellency, if you are so weak and dare to come out to amuse people, are you really afraid of losing your life?"

Feng Liyuan stared at Xue Heng angrily, but his tone was as if he was joking.The boy didn't know if he was in pain from knocking, his eyes were dim with tears, he was stunned and didn't speak.

He was confused, turned around and left, Xue Hengfu got up again, covered the back of his head and looked at his back, and said inaudibly, "Master, I finally... I finally found him It's-"

In the early morning of the next day, a simple farmhouse in Xingyang City had a gap in the fence, and Xue Heng squeezed his way in without lifting his hand.

A young man in a green robe was practicing Wu Qinxi in the courtyard. Xue Heng jumped up and down beside him and called, "Uncle Ji, guess who I saw yesterday?"

This year, Ai's person was Ji Zhongsan, the son of Ji Kang, Ji Shao, who was dismissed from office by Sima Ying, king of Chengdu, and denounced him as a commoner.

Ji Shao opened his arms like a flying bird, closed his eyes and pressed his hands to his dantian. He repeated seven times before closing his posture. After he finished, he let out a long breath and said slowly, "Heng'er, can you remember to say hello before entering the door? Don't be afraid." Scared your Uncle Ji to death?"

"Uncle Ji 'didn't do anything wrong, I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door'." Xue Heng went around to Ji Shao, grinned, bowed respectfully, raised his head and asked, "Have you written a letter recently?"

"Well, someone just delivered it today, and I'll bring it to you later... I really don't understand the meaning of those flowers and plants, you all seem to have lost your soul..."

"Uncle Ji, it's fine if you look down on me, but you can't implicate elder brother-this "Southern Vegetation and Trees" contains all the products in the south, and it covers a wide range of things. People who seek immortals and ask questions are very rare. When I finish copying, you must Take a closer look, don't waste big brother's hard work."

Ji Shao stroked his gray hair, and said with a smile, "Your elder brother has been by my side since childhood, everything is as careful as the beginning, clear and orderly, and I really can't find anything to blame. Naturally, you are far from each other. You idle... tell me, where have you been these past few days?"

Xue Heng scratched his nose uncomfortably, lowered his head and said, "Yeah, I didn't go anywhere... just... just went back to Sumen Mountain..."

"Then you just wanted to say, who did you see?"

Xue Heng raised his head suddenly, looked at Ji Shao fixedly, and said after a long pause: "Brother Zhu, Brother Zhuzi, I saw Brother Zhuzi at the bamboo forest in Shanyang!"

A trace of surprise flashed across Ji Shao's face, and he said in a deep voice, "Then...why didn't you bring him back with you?"

Not only did that person seem to have no impression of him, but he was also on guard as if he was facing an enemy. Xue Heng pondered for a while, and then said as if he had just woken up from a dream, "...Yeah, why did I forget, I am Ah Xuan, he is Brother Zhuzi..." Then he ran out of the courtyard wall without saying hello.

Ji Shao watched the young man's furious back gradually fade away, and murmured: "I didn't expect that he is still alive..."

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emmm, the male lead's name was wrong the first time it appeared~ Cover your face, it seems that the author is going to be slapped @[email protected]