[Yi Tian Yang Xiao] Go to Jiuxiao with you

Without trivial matters, the two lived a leisurely life.

Xiaojiu loves to cook for Yang Xiao, and always likes to innovate. Although occasionally he makes it difficult to swallow by mistake, Yang Xiao only feels warm and doesn't care about eating.

But she couldn't bear to see him eating those dishes that were either too salty, too sweet, or burnt, so she generously invited Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min to eat together at this time, Although Yang Xiao was unhappy, he couldn't refuse.

But after eating it twice, they were desperately unwilling to come again, Xiao Jiu wondered, but Yang Xiao snickered a few times.

Sometimes when they got excited, they would drink plum wine to carry out drinking orders, and they would not give up until they were in a daze. When they were drunk, they hugged each other and crazily demanded each other while they were drunk.

They only have each other in their eyes and hearts.

I don't know the sun and stars, and I don't know the world of mortals.

Such a pleasant time is not always very long, the day of the lion slaughter meeting is getting closer and closer, and people from various sects have arrived near Shaoshi Mountain one after another.

People from the beggar gang also arrived, but Xiao Jiu didn't go to see them first, and decided to wait until the day of the lion slaughter meeting to show up again.

On the eighth day of September, Xiao Jiu just received the last stitch on the white robe made for Yang Xiao.

Even if the stitching is not fine enough, it is still a piece of clothing.

She quickly called Yang Xiao to try it on, and the size was just right, exactly.

"It's okay, and it's considered human."

Xiao Jiu nodded in satisfaction, and straightened the clothes for Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao also felt happy in his heart: "You gave me such a big gift today, and tomorrow is your birthday, it seems that I have to perform well."

"Thank you senior for your life?" Xiao Jiu teased him with a smile.

"The Lion King doesn't count."

"Then what are you going to give me?"

Yang Xiao kissed the corner of her mouth, his thin lips moved, but he only uttered two words with a smile: "Secret."

Xiao Jiu let out a "tch", but she couldn't help but look forward to it.

Since leaving Zuowang Peak, Yang Xiao has never participated in every birthday of hers, and she has never taken it seriously. If Zhang Wuji hadn't mentioned it every time, she would have almost forgotten it.

It's her birthday that Yang Xiao treasures so much.

After dinner, Xiao Jiu felt a little sleepy, so she and Yang Xiao went to bed early.

Now she is getting more and more lethargic, and she often sleeps until the sun is high, and her face is always pale and bloodless. If she doesn't wear makeup, a discerning person can tell that she is dying soon.

Yang Xiao knew that her body was fading day by day, so he also tried to transfer the Nine Suns Divine Art to her, but no matter what kind of internal energy entered her body, it was always like a stone sinking into the ocean, without any response.

He was sad in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face, he only dared to sob while she was asleep.

Hearing the long breathing of the woman in his arms, Yang Xiao gently put Xiao Jiu's head on the pillow, and got up to go out by himself.

There are two hours left before her birthday, so he has to make some preparations.

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Xiao Jiu slept deeply, she felt as if she was drowning in the vast ocean.

The seawater invaded her ears and nose, flooding her senses, making her speechless and unable to wield any moves.

Boundless as far as the eye can see, it is as quiet as a mirror.

The strong sense of suffocation made her dizzy, she stretched out her hand to grab something, but every time she held her hand, only the sea water flowed through her fingers, invisible and soundless but oppressed her so that she could no longer breathe.

She felt like she was going to drown.

She gave up struggling and was ready.

Suddenly, there was a sound of piano from the distant sea, the sound of the piano was like weeping, melodious, sometimes soul-stirring, like a sword that pierced the sky, cutting through the sea level, and calling back her consciousness in the bottomless abyss .

Xiao Jiu sat up abruptly, panting heavily.

She turned her head to look around again, the bed was cold and Yang Xiao was not there.

Her heart suddenly rose, and she suddenly felt a little panic. She got out of bed and put on her clothes, shoes and socks, and was about to go out to find him.

The sound of the piano outside the house rang again, and she realized that it was not a dream just now.

As if realizing something, she hurried over to open the door, but the moment the door opened, she was completely stunned in place.

I saw that the sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the entire courtyard were covered with lamps. After a closer look, I found that they were all made of fireflies.

Yellow-green fireflies swam and rotated in the light-colored gauze lantern like dots, and the fluorescent lights flickered, as bright as day.

Yang Xiao was sitting under the firefly lights all over the trees, playing the piano with his eyes downcast in the night.

The fluorescence reflected his jade-like face, and the courtyard was filled with the elegant and tangy fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus, which crashed into her heart with the cool autumn wind and the sound of the clever piano, swaying leisurely.

His piano sound has not been heard for many years.

The moonlight trickled, and her emotions were aroused in an instant, and her eyes suddenly became moist.

The two of them just looked at each other from a distance across the bluestone road.

That's all, Yang Xiao got up and waved his sleeves.

I don't know where he conjured the long sword, the sword body is a little narrower than ordinary ones, he turned around and danced, and the long sword was in his hand, sometimes circling and dancing, sometimes turning sharply.

He lifted his white robe lightly, and raised his sword, striking, poking, picking, stabbing, as light as a swallow, as graceful as a dragon, in the shadow of swords all over the sky, but not a single leaf fell, and not a single firefly went out. The changes are endless, and everything will return to one in the end.

Xiao Jiu opened her mouth slightly, amazed in her heart.

This gorgeous scenery is better than fireworks.

He walked on the wind, so elegant, with a lingering smile at the end of his eyes, his long sword flashed across the long night with fluorescence, and stopped three feet in front of her. Come over and hug her waist, and stand in the middle of the courtyard.

At this moment, the sweet-scented osmanthus and fireflies that were full of trees flew away in an instant.

After the gauze lantern was broken, it hung in the wind, and hundreds of fireflies flew out of it, and the fragmentary light was like a small star that was close at hand.The tender yellow osmanthus petals also fluttered down, falling on her black hair, falling on her shoulders, sniffing with the tip of her nose, it was sweet and moving.

Yang Xiao lifted his robe, knelt down in front of her on one knee, raised his head, and said with a smile, "The child's time has passed, Xiaojiu, happy birthday."

With tears in her eyes, Xiao Jiu stared blankly at the thin long sword in his hand.

It is as bright as ice, exquisite and exquisite, it can roll up winter snow and break through heavy armor.

This was a gift from Yang Xiao when she was 11 years old. He named the sword "Jiuxiao".

At that time, she asked him why it was "Xiao" and not "Xiao". He said that "Xiao" meant going away, but he hoped that this sword could accompany her freely and freely.

It's a pity that she didn't take this sword with her when she left Zuowang Peak. Later, Yang Xiao thought she was dead, so he took all the things she left behind and set up a clothes tomb.

I don't know when he got the time to dig those things out.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help smiling again.

Yang Xiao saw that her face was rarely flushed, and he felt something in his chest was about to overflow. He held her soft hand and said seriously: "If you can smile, you will die without regret."

Xiao Jiu pulled him up, hugged his waist tightly, but sighed softly: "Yang Xiao, why don't you treat me a little bit worse?"

"Yes," Yang Xiao agreed readily, but added in the next moment, "Only on the bed."

"I'm serious!"

"Every word I say is very serious." He scratched her nose and raised his eyebrows. "I can't be bad to you at other times."

Xiao Jiuxiu glared at him angrily, and said sullenly after a while: "If you treat me badly, I won't be reluctant."

With this married couple, who is willing to leave?

She still has a lot of things to do with him in the future, and she has not yet joined hands with him to experience mountains and rivers, and her hair will be white.

But these are all hopeless after all.

Yang Xiao was silent for a moment, then buried his head in the crook of her neck, his voice sank into the water: "I only have one wish in this life, except to expel Yuan Shi."

Xiao Jiu's voice trembled: "What wish?"

He gave a low laugh, and slowly said: "If you have reached the end of the mountain and the water, I only wish to be with you, life and death, and go to the underworld together. Xiaojiu, since you don't want to give up, then don't leave me this time."

Xiao Jiu leaned in his arms and didn't speak, feeling turbulent and tangled in her heart.

She thought of his hot tears at Wan'an Temple, and Fan Yao's description to her that his life on the Bright Summit would be worse than death.

Tears flowed out uncontrollably, and after a long time, she suddenly raised her head and tiptoed to kiss him, her movements were slow, forgetful and serious.

Yang Xiao knew that she agreed.

So he bit her lips lightly, the tip of his tongue deftly pushed her glutinous white teeth away and squeezed them in. He was not eager to kiss, but he tasted and teased every part of her mouth one by one, unable to stop, so he had to Forever.

Under the bright moonlight, women's cheeks are flushed with affection, and men's lips are drawn with affection.

When the love is strong, the body is dominated by the most primitive desires. They just want to give back their whole selves to each other, and fall together in this full of night.

Until the morning dew surrounds a new round of sunshine, until the breeze ruffles the corner of the white robe, until the sweet-scented osmanthus fades, until the fireflies die out.