A gentleman riding a red dust smile

Changsun Jue is an art idiot, and this "idiot" is not in vain.

He often followed Song Lingshuang to sweep the floor, cook, raise chickens and drink tea. He lived like a villager in the mountains, but once he started studying magic techniques, he could sleep without rest for days without eating or drinking.

Like now.

Song Lingshuang came to Zangshu Pavilion, looked at the elder Sun Jue on the top of the pavilion, sighed, and complained slightly: "A Jue, you have been up there for seven days and seven nights, how long do you want me to stay alone in the empty room?"

Although he has been used to the eldest grandson Jue who goes crazy from time to time over the years, it is the first time he has experienced such a long time.

Changsun Jue was at the top of the Zangshu Pavilion, holding a book in one hand and carefully drawing an unfinished talisman on the ground with red ink in the other. Without even raising his head, he replied: "The book says it will be today."

Song Lingshuang didn't quite understand, and didn't know if this was an answer to him.

He yelled at Changsun Jue: "Then I'll go down the mountain for a walk and buy dinner by the way!"

Changsun Jue didn't respond, and didn't know if he heard it.

To be happy in life is to have fun, and for Song Lingshuang, every meal is delicious and delicious.Sun Jue has stopped cooking for the past few days, so he can only go to the small restaurant at the foot of the mountain to buy some.Although it is not as good as the one made by my own wife, it is still a pleasure to taste all the restaurants at the foot of Qingyan Mountain.

Changsun Jue was in a daze for the first few days, and he would still deliver meals to his wife, but later he found that the things he delivered were completely untouched, so he gave up.

In the past few years, under the care of Ai Zixuan's medicine, Changsun Jue's health has improved a lot. Not only has he never had a cold attack, but even his body temperature is close to normal.Anyway, it's not that he hasn't done anything, with Changsun Jue's current cultivation base, he won't have anything if he doesn't eat or drink for a few days.He is happy, let him go.

Song Lingshuang sighed to himself and walked down the mountain.As he walked and pondered, it seemed that he had to find someone to cook for them, otherwise A Jue would have to be self-reliant when he was dazed.

Ai Zixuan promised to send Ai Lin to be his apprentice two years ago, but he can't expect that little guy to cook.When I go back to the reeds, I will see if I can ask my wife to bring Zhang Ying over...

Song Lingshuang thought about it and thought it was very reasonable.

At the moment, Changsun Jue is holding an ancient book that Song Lingshuang "borrowed" from the ice tomb in the imperial city as a birthday present on his birthday last year.The spells in this book can't but be said to be very appetizing to him.

Right now, what he is drawing is a kind of talisman related to time and space recorded in the book.This kind of technique has been favored by immortal cultivators since ancient times, but it is also extremely difficult.

For example, the teleportation technique is a spell that distorts space. It not only requires a great deal of spiritual power, but also requires a high degree of precision in controlling the spiritual power. Shattered in the cracks of space.

Therefore, although the teleportation technique is widely known, there are very few monks who can cast this spell.Back then, Xie Tong turned it into a formation and activated it with a magic weapon, which was considered a precedent.But without the support of a large amount of dark spiritual power contained in the amethyst stone, Xie Tong's idea would not be realized.

The magic of manipulating space is already like this, and the magic of manipulating time is even more yearning for practitioners.There are many people rushing to it, but I have never heard of anyone succeeding.

After the prehistoric period, there were very few studies on space-time spells, so when Chang Sun Jue saw the records about it in ancient books, eating and sleeping naturally took a backseat.

According to ancient books, when the four stars are in conjunction, the stars resonate, and the boundary of time and space is also the weakest. If a special talisman is used at this time, it can jump to different time and space.

The talismans described in the book are very mysterious, and need to be calculated according to the positions and orbits of the stars, and then make corresponding adjustments.

Ordinary talismans are dead, but this talisman is alive like a formation.Talisman formations are not uncommon. In Changsun Jue's view, this spell can be called a formation talisman.

Zangshu Pavilion is the highest point of Qingyan Mountain, which is convenient for viewing the sky, which is why he squats here for seven days and seven nights while observing the movement of the stars and drawing symbols.

The art of space is already very dangerous, let alone distorting time and space?However, the four planets are in conjunction once every 200 years, and as it happens, the most recent one is today.

Changsun Jue doesn't believe in fate, but his fate with this talisman seems to be predestined long ago.If not, how could he meet this ancient book just before the four planets conjunct?

So despite the risk, he decided to give it a try.He has made complete preparations for this, and his life will never be lost, at worst, he will lie on the bed for half a year.

If Song Lingshuang knew what he was thinking at the moment, he would definitely burn books and beat people up.

When Changsun Jue finished his last stroke, it was almost time.He looked up, only to see that the sky was dimming, the four stars were conjunct, and the day was turning into night.He slowly poured spiritual power into the talisman, and the success or failure was immediately announced.

He suddenly felt dizzy, and looked around, the small courtyard in Qingyan Mountain disappeared without a trace, and he was squatting on a rather bustling street.

Sun Jue, the leader of this street, is no stranger.He stood up and patted the hem of his clothes.

This is the imperial city, but it is not the imperial city.The imperial city was almost completely destroyed after the monsters invaded. It took more than a year to rebuild it, and it took five full years to restore its former prosperity.Song Lingshuang and Changsun Jue also went to the rebuilt imperial city in disguise to see the excitement, and it was no longer what it used to be.

But at this time, the imperial city where Changsun Jue was located was the imperial city in his memory.

Changsun Jue quickly ran through all the possibilities in his mind, and walked forward without hesitating for too long.

He walked the main streets of the imperial city back and forth several times, and finally stopped in front of a teahouse, and walked in.

The waiter came over and asked what kind of tea he wanted, and he ordered a pot of Biluoxian.

Xiaoer said, "The guest officer has good taste! Our Biluoxian shop is number one in the imperial city!" Then he went to prepare tea.

After a while the tea came, Changsun Jue took a sip, he didn't know if it was the first, but it was indeed good tea.He suddenly remembered that there were not many Biluoxians at home, because someone always said he didn't understand tea, and always came to drink tea when he was drinking tea.So he called the shop waiter again and said he wanted to buy some tea.

There is no reason to take away the tea in the teahouse, but everything is negotiable in front of excessive generosity.Changsun Jue put away the small bag of tea and put it in his bosom.

This teahouse is very open. The lobby on the first floor has only two walls, and the remaining two sides are only separated from the outside world by delicate wooden railings, allowing you to have a panoramic view of the street.Changsun Jue sat at the side of the wooden railing, watching the bustling crowd on the street, drinking tea while clearing his mind.

During these few hours, he confirmed that this place is indeed the imperial city, and now it is the 47th year of Xianqing, which is the year when Song Lingshuang fell into the reincarnation.

Is this an illusion, or is his talisman really successful?If it was an illusion, what he saw and heard in the imperial city just now might not be too realistic... But if he really went back to the past, why did he come to this year?How should he go back?

Just as he was thinking about it, Changsun Jue suddenly saw a person from the corner of his eye.

The man was dressed in black with a red belt around his waist. He had a handsome face, but there was a trace of sadness between his romantic eyebrows and eyes, and he seemed not energetic.

That person was 21-year-old Song Lingshuang.

Changsun Jue's heart was pounding, and he didn't even know why he was so flustered.

He looked around and found that there was a table behind him, a man and a woman were drinking tea, and a white gauze cloak was placed beside the woman.He immediately got up and went over, took the cloak while putting something down on the table, "Borrow it."

The woman was a little surprised, but blushed when she saw Changsun Jue's face and kept quiet. The man at the same table was about to make a fuss, but when he saw the gold coins on the table, he shut up obediently.Let alone borrowing, these gold coins are enough to buy a hundred or so cloaks.

Chang Sun Jue returned to his seat and put on his cloak, looking at Song Lingshuang on the side of the road through the white gauze.He was hesitating whether to pay the bill and follow him, but Song Lingshuang walked towards the teahouse.

Knowing that Song Lingshuang couldn't see him, he subconsciously lowered his cloak.

The teahouse was full, so Song Lingshuang quarreled with the waiter at the door.

Changsun Jue hasn't figured out whether it's an illusion or reality.If it is the latter, it is still unknown what impact the intersection with Song Lingshuang at this time will have.

He hesitated again and again, and finally lowered his voice as much as possible, and said, "If this gentleman doesn't mind, you can sit with me." He made a cup of tea for him.

Song Lingshuang walked over carelessly, drank the tea in one gulp, and said, "Good tea! Then I'm not welcome!"

Changsun Jue watched him sit down and drink tea cup after cup, and the panic in his heart gradually calmed down.

He thought, whether it was a fantasy or a real trip through time and space, it would be nice to meet him here.

The young man was shallow-minded, and his thoughts were written all over his face.

Changsun Jue remembered that this year he and Song Lingshuang came to the imperial city following the clues of the amethyst stone. At first, Song Lingshuang was really in a bad mood because he couldn't see Chang Yuan.But Changsun Jue couldn't remember for a moment why he wasn't by his side that day, leaving him alone.

The heartless and silly master in the family has his own style, but the slightly persistent boy in front of him also looks very cute.

Changsun Jue saw that Song Lingshuang was lost in thought by himself, so he poured him tea cup after cup. Seeing that one pot of tea had run out, he called for another pot.

Song Lingshuang realized that she forgot to order tea when she heard the words, and said apologetically, "This pot is mine. I've had enough, drink it slowly."

Changsun Jue couldn't help but replied, "Young Master should drink more tea."

Song Lingshuang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why?"

Changsun Jue thought for a while and said, "Get off the fire."

Song Lingshuang asked: "How do you know I'm angry?" The slightly raised corner of his mouth showed his interest in this answer.

Changsun Jue looked at Song Lingshuang through the white gauze, feeling a little regretful at the moment, and didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

Song Lingshuang didn't wait for him to answer, and exaggeratedly told a story about getting caught in a fishbone and getting angry. He looked like a coquettish cat, with the words "please comfort" all over his body.

Changsun Jue naturally understood Song Lingshuang's story.

This person, since he was a child, has always had a face that doesn't care about anything.At this moment, he was talking about the things he cared about most, but it was still like a joke.

He wanted to speak a few words of comfort, but the words stuck on his lips.

During those years when he thought Song Lingshuang was dead, he dreamed countless times in the middle of the night, and he would see that rare young man who took off his disguise and said to himself drunkenly that he had been kneeling for too long, and his waist was sore and his back hurt.

He always thought, if at that time, he told him, stop chasing, let's go home.Then wouldn't his soul be scattered and his bones disappear?

At this moment, God seems to have given him a chance.

Maybe Hua Zhongyang and Xie Tong will still work together and have their own ghosts, maybe one day everyone will fall into the trap and be harmed by him, but if he can persuade Song Lingshuang to leave the imperial city, at least the people in front of him will be spared a lot of suffering ?

Will he not fall into the reincarnation and be separated from him for ten years?

So Changsun Jue was silent.

Before waiting for an answer, Song Lingshuang seemed to have lost his patience, touched his head and smiled, "Hehe, it's nothing, maybe one day the fishbone will go down after a bite of rice."

It was originally a sentence that Song Lingshuang wanted to make up for, but it hurt Changsun Jue like a sharp knife.

This person is like this, so dead to save face, as if showing weakness in front of others will kill him.But Changsun Jue would rather that he was the boy who would lose his temper and say that he was tired, than see him in pain, but pretend to be nonchalant and not take anything to heart.

How could he not understand that the thorn had deeply pierced Song Lingshuang's heart as early as the bloody night on Qingyan Mountain.He didn't cry out for pain, but in fact he was in such pain that he didn't live for a moment.Now that this person wants to pull out this thorn, he will definitely not ask him to continue to endure it.He didn't before, and he won't now.

So Changsun Jue said: "Since there is a pimple in the throat, does it matter if it hurts or not?"

Song Lingshuang was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing, and suddenly sat down and put one hand on his shoulder and hugged him, "Young master's words enlightened me! I'm so rigid! There's nothing terrible about pain, there will always be a day of thorns."

In another world, the hug that has long been used to, but in this time and space, Chang Sun Jue's body froze, and even his heart missed a beat.

Before he came back to his senses, Song Lingshuang said, "Thank you, Young Master, for your enlightenment. I still have some urgent matters, so I will take my leave first!"

After that, he left in a hurry.

Changsun Jue came back to his senses, his eyes followed the figure from behind, and all his thoughts turned into a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

This guy always thinks about what to do, what is he in a hurry to do now?

The road ahead is bumpy, and I hope that the young people here can also overcome obstacles and live up to their original aspirations.

He took out a few gold coins from his pocket and put them on the table. Just as he was about to return the cloak, he suddenly became dizzy again and stood still in a wilderness again.

He looked around, there was no one around, there was only a country road leading to the tea pavilion that could be vaguely seen ahead.He thought about it, and finally decided not to use the sword, and walked towards the tea pavilion.

The scorching sun, although it is a bit boring, but thanks to the cloak, it will not be melted by the sun.When he reached the tea shed, Changsun Jue was already sweating profusely. Even if it wasn't for asking directions, he planned to go into the shade to take a rest.

The store owner is a man in his forties who is busy boiling water.

Changsun Jue went into the tea shed and asked for a bowl of tea. Suddenly he remembered that he still had the Biluoxian that he bought just now. One pack was enough for two people to drink several times. It is not too much to drink a little now.

He turned around and said, "For the same price, just ask for a pot and a cup, and some plain water."

It is rare for a customer to bring their own tea when passing by this wilderness. The shopkeeper agreed and served a pot of hot water.

Changsun Jue took off his cloak and asked, "Where is this place?"

The storekeeper looked up and saw the real face under the cloak, thinking that this young man is really good-looking.

He replied, "This is the junction of Xiqi Qingnan Mausoleum, and going east is the East China Sea."

Changsun Jue probably has a count.

The shop owner saw that Chang Sun Jue made tea with the tea leaves he brought. His elegant and dignified appearance gave his rough porcelain a bit of immortality.

The fragrance of Biluoxian spreads out as the hot water is poured into the teapot. It is obviously steaming, but it adds a touch of refreshment to this hot summer day.

The shopkeeper couldn't help sighing: "Good tea!"

Changsun Jue picked up the teacup and handed it over, "Please."

Those slender and bony hands are also very beautiful.

The shopkeeper shook his head with a smile and declined, "Thank you, officer. I don't know how to taste tea, so it would be a waste to give it to me! Drink it slowly."

Changsun Jue didn't force it, and slowly drank tea by himself.

After sitting for a while, but no one came, he asked curiously, "There are few people here, why do you do tea business here?"

The shopkeeper replied while busy: "The guest officer is right, there will not be many people coming on this road for ten days and a half months."

Changsun Jue was even more puzzled: "Then why did you choose this place?"

"To tell you the truth," the shopkeeper smiled, with a few wrinkles extending from the corners of his eyes, "Actually, I'm here to sell the tea room to wait for someone."

Changsun Jue: "Waiting for someone?"

The shopkeeper nodded, "I passed by here eight years ago and suffered from heatstroke, and fell on the side of the road. This is it." He pointed to an open space next to the tea shed.

"I was lying on the ground dizzy, and I felt that I might not be able to make it through. At this moment, a girl passed by. Maybe she was scared by herself and didn't dare to help me, but she put the water bottle she was carrying on before leaving. It was by my side. This jug of water saved me and brought me back to life. I just thought, if I open a shop here, maybe I can meet her again."

He touched his head embarrassedly and smiled, with a little shyness, "I just want to say thank you to her."

Once we meet each other, we will miss each other every evening.In this world, there is no shortage of infatuated people.

Time flies, maybe the girl back then has already married a woman.But there are still people who just ask for a thank you for the kindness of the pot of water.

"As long as you are sincere, gold and stone are the same. You will definitely be able to wait for her." Changsun Jue said seriously.

He also waited for someone, and finally he waited.

"Thank you for your words." The shopkeeper smiled.

Just as Changsun Jue was about to say something more, his expression froze for a moment, and he put on his cloak the next moment.

The store owner was surprised when he saw another customer came and greeted him quickly.Usually there were no people, but today two came here at once. For this small tea shop, it was surprisingly lively.

This new guest was dressed in gray cloth clothes and a somewhat worn straw hat on his head. He looked like a villager in the mountains, and was in stark contrast to the other young man in white who had a fairy air.

But when the guest took off his hat, he turned out to be a handsome gentleman.Her handsome face, which was incompatible with the clothes, was slightly flushed, whether it was from the sun or the heat.

There was only one bench in the tea shed, and he was not polite, and sat down beside the young man in white at a distance, and said, "Shopkeeper, have a bowl of tea."

He took out a few copper plates from his red belt, counted them, and thought they were just right, and was about to hand them out, when a low and warm voice came from beside him.

"If you don't dislike it, you can drink with me, young master."

Changsun Jue looked at Song Lingshuang in front of him, as if trying to cover up his abruptness, he added, "I just soaked too much, I'm afraid I can't finish it."

The shopkeeper behind him asked, "My lord, do you want tea or not?"

After a little hesitation, Song Lingshuang smiled brightly, and said, "I don't want it now." Then he put the copper plate on the bench, "You will pay for the tea!"

Only then did Changsun Jue realize that he hadn't thought about it.He handed over the tea with a little apology, "Young Master is still thoughtful."

Song Lingshuang took the tea, his sweaty hair on his forehead stuck to his face, and his sideburns were a little rough, showing his distinct jawline even more.His light pupils reflected himself wearing a cloak, and there was a simple smile on his lips that were more rosy because of the heat.

This smile made Chang Sun Jue's breath stagnant.

This is the Song Lingshuang he is not familiar with, but it is still the Song Lingshuang he knows.At this time, he has lost his aristocratic air, but he still always considers others in the subtleties.

Song Lingshuang waved his hands and took a sip of the tea, exclaiming, "Biluoxian? I never thought there would be such good tea here!"

The shopkeeper cheerfully interjected: "The tea this young master drinks is not what I can have in this small tea shed!"

Changsun Jue was a little surprised. In his impression, Song Lingshuang knew nothing about tea.Even though he often drank tea with himself in the past few years, every time he talked about the tea ceremony with him, he would feel drowsy.But he actually knew what kind of tea it was after taking a sip.

"Young master also understands tea?" He asked tentatively.

The corners of Song Lingshuang's mouth curled into a beautiful arc.He didn't think it was too hot, and drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, "I don't know much about tea! To be honest, among all the teas, I only know Biluoxian."

"Why is this?"

"I have a friend who likes Biluoxian very much. Every time I go to drink tea with him, it is Biluoxian." Song Lingshuang paused and said with a smile, "Speaking of which, he also likes to wear white clothes. You look a little like me."

Changsun Jue was a little uncomfortable, as if trying to hide his uneasiness, he took a sip of tea.But he was happy, because after all, he thought of him and talked about him to strangers.

After the restless and curious heaven and man fought, Changsun Jue still couldn't help asking: "This friend of yours, what kind of person is he?"

Song Lingshuang laughed, "He is a very twisted person. He is very picky about food and clothing, and he must learn everything to the extreme. His temper is stinky, and his face is also stinky!"

Changsun Jue felt a little disappointed, "It sounds like he is someone you hate..."

It turned out that he thought so.

Song Lingshuang shook his head, "It should be said that I am the one he hates. Although he has a bad temper, he has a good heart. He has a bean curd heart, and he can't even take care of himself, but he always wants to take care of others. And sneakily, so that no one will know. Do you think it's awkward or not?"

For Changsun Jue, Song Lingshuang praised him a lot, such as "A Jue, why are you so good-looking?", and "My wife is such a genius!"

This was the first time Changsun Jue heard Song Lingshuang comment on himself like this, but for some reason he felt a bit sad.

He blurted out: "he doesn't hate you."

"Brother, how do you know?" Song Lingshuang looked at him and asked with a smile.

Changsun Jue was at a loss for words when asked by Song Lingshuang, for fear that he would see something.After thinking for a long time, he finally thought of a reason.

"People who can make tea for you will not hate you..."

Through the white gauze, Changsun Jue saw Song Lingshuang smiling.He watched the other party turn his head away, looked down at the tea in his hand, and was fascinated by it.

Song Lingshuang's side profile is very good-looking. He has a high nose bridge, a tear mole under the corner of the slightly raised eye, loose hair on the sideburns behind the ears, and hangs beside the chiseled jaw.

Changsun Jue thought for a while, put down the teacup, took off his cloak, and put it beside him.He waited quietly, waiting for the man to turn his head.

What does it matter if we go back in time or are in an illusion?When he turned his head, he just wanted to tell him again that his friend didn't hate him.

With the wind blowing, the scene in front of Changsun Jue's eyes blurred sharply, followed by the familiar feeling of dizziness.Before his consciousness disappeared, he seemed to see Song Lingshuang saying something with a smile, that smile was as bright as light.

Changsun Jue opened his eyes, but his head was still dizzy.The Tengu has gone, but the sun has set to the west.

Getting up from the ground, he realized that he had returned to Qingyan Mountain.There was a gentle breeze on the top of the Zangshu Pavilion. He held his forehead and shook his head lightly. He looked around again, and then looked at the ancient books in his hand. He suddenly remembered something, and quickly searched himself, trying to find some clues.

After searching for nothing, Changsun Jue sighed.He came down from the Library Pavilion and returned to the small courtyard where he lived in deep thought.

Song Lingshuang also happened to enter the yard at this time.He held the packaged food in his left hand, and dangled a few jars of pear blossoms in his right hand.

Seeing Changsun Jue, he shouted in surprise: "A Jue, you have come down from the Library Pavilion! Come, come, just in time for dinner!"

Changsun Jue looked at him with a little perplexity.The next moment, his expression became serious.

Song Lingshuang panicked when he saw him, "What's wrong?"

Changsun Jue didn't know where to start asking.

He thought for a while and asked, "Have you...have you ever had tea with a stranger before when I was away?" After thinking about it, he felt that this question was too broad, so he tried hard to find something wrong. After seeing the same thing, he finally remembered something, "And...the shoulder hook?"

Song Lingshuang was startled by this sudden question.

Where did this come from?Something went wrong with hunger in Zangshu Pavilion?How did you turn over the jar of vinegar?

Wait, a few days ago Ke Yanche came to visit them down the mountain to listen to music, Changsun Jue was still obsessed with his spells, Song Lingshuang went down the mountain with them to play for a long time.The three of them did drink tea while they were boating on the lake to listen to the song, and the girl who filled the tea on the way seemed to lean on him intentionally or unconsciously.

Could it be that he knew?How did he know?Is this eye opening?Wrong!I haven't even looked at someone directly, so why talk about cuddling!

Song Lingshuang straightened her waist and shook her head like a rattle, "No! Impossible! Absolutely not! Except for our family, A Jue, I would never look at a man or a woman! No, no, Absolutely not!" Then he slipped into the house.

Changsun Jue was thoughtful.

Could it be that he was too tired and fell asleep, and then had a dream?Or, is that just an illusion created by talismans?

He was a little disappointed, manipulating time and space is really not so easy to succeed... He looked at the ancient books in his hand and thought, it turns out that ancient books can also deceive people.

In autumn, the sky is getting dark quickly, and the twilight just now has sunk into the night.

Changsun Jue casually threw the book on the stone table in the yard, and then asked Song Lingshuang in the room, "What's for dinner tonight?"

Song Lingshuang replied, "Spiced beef."

Changsun Jue: "Where are you drinking?"

Song Lingshuang: "Pear Blossom White! This is brewed by the owner of the wine shop at the foot of the mountain for his father-in-law! That's me, chic and suave enough to convince all living beings, and I can tell the boss to give me six taels. He won't sell it to others!"

Changsun Jue completely ignored his narcissism and said, "But I want to drink Biluoxian."

Song Lingshuang: "...Just eat Biluoxian, five-spice beef?"

"I just want to drink Biluoxian." Changsun Jue said again.

Song Lingshuang looked over, and saw that the people in the courtyard were dressed in white clothes, standing there waiting for his answer.He was helpless and funny, but his own daughter-in-law, who would spoil him if he didn't.

So he agreed: "Okay, okay, then drink Biluoxian. Come in quickly, it's cold outside!"

Changsun Jue showed joy on his face.

The waning moon and the evening breeze, the autumn night is still long, and the people in the house are warm yellow by the lights.

"Here we come!" He frowned and walked towards the person who called him with a smile.

The author has something to say:

This is from the perspective of the younger brother~

Did the smart cuties already guess that the young man in white is Wuli Ajue?

We agreed not to leave any pits, so let’s fill them up~

Tomorrow, Fan San, the meat stars have to be removed, silently praying not to be locked...