[Douluo x Jian Wang 3] The sun and moon remain the same

Tang San suddenly felt that his eyes were bright. He now had countless things to say to Lu Jiu, but Tang Hao was right next door. He held Lu Jiu's hand and shook his head. Lu Jiu looked at the flashing light in Tang San's eyes and wrote "High Mountains and Flowing Waters". Tang San took the pen from Lu Jiu's hand and continued to write "Old Knowledge from a Foreign Country".

Tang San burned the papers Lu Jiu had written on one by one and continued to forge the piece of pig iron. He seemed to have returned to his usual calm appearance, but his eyes were frighteningly bright. Tang San had never felt like this before, no matter in the previous life or this life, even when he made Buddha's Angry Tanglian, it seemed that it was not as ecstatic as he was today.

It seems that there is a person in this world who has the same secret as him, and then they meet, and the two of them carefully hide the secret together, only this one person, only this one person.

In the evening, after the three of them had dinner, Tang Hao went out for a drink as usual, but Lu Jiu followed him out holding his notebook. He stopped in front of Tang Hao and handed the small book into Tang Hao's hand. Tang Hao looked at this man with eager eyes. Lu Jiu had always avoided him, but today he actually came to him.

[Uncle Tang, the third brother is very talented. He should not waste his life in this village. 】

[Can you think again about letting him study? 】

Tang Hao looked at the words on it and snorted: "What do you, a brat, know?" He threw the notebook back to Lu Jiu and walked away.

Lu Jiu looked at Tang Hao walking away and was furious, but he couldn't pursue him anymore. Tang Hao's abnormality made Lu Jiu vaguely feel that this matter might have something to do with Tang San's mother.

He didn't know what it was like before, but since he came here, he had never heard Tang Hao or Tang San mention his mother's affairs. Lu Jiu intuitively felt that this was Ni Lin, so he never asked too much.

He sighed silently and put away the notebook, thinking about other options.

After a period of time, Tang Hao seemed to have forgotten about the Soul Master Academy. Lu Jiu also tried to block Tang Hao several times but failed. And after Tang San forged through the method Tang Hao taught him, he spent all day long thinking about how to forge iron.

Lying in bed at night, I kept thinking about blacksmithing. Lu Jiu stretched out his hand to cover Tang San's eyes, and suddenly fell into darkness. Tang San pulled Lu Jiu's hand in confusion: "What's wrong, Xiao Jiu?" Lu Jiu wrote in his hand [Sleep! ] [Haste makes waste] Tang San smiled and said: "Yes, Xiaojiu is right."

Lu Jiu felt that the people around him had closed their eyes, and then he retracted his hand with satisfaction.

"Doctor Qin, are you there?" Lu Jiu asked while standing outside the tent.

"come in."

There is a man in dark clothes sitting in the tent. On the man's waist is a jade plaque from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, with the pattern of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers on the front and the word Qin engraved on the back.

Lu Jiu was always a little embarrassed when facing Doctor Qin. When he first came here, Doctor Qin taught him the Zhongyuan dialect and Chinese characters, so meeting him was like a student meeting his teacher. He stood two steps away and asked: "How is my senior brother?" Doctor Qin looked at Lu Jiu and said amusedly: "Why are you standing so far away, are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Lu Jiu scratched his hair in embarrassment, and his golden curly hair became messy.

Doctor Qin put down the prescription in his hand and stood up, pulling Lu Jiu to the bedside: "See for yourself." Lu Jiu stared blankly at the person lying on the bed for a long time, until the person standing aside laughed: "Lu An is fine. He suffered some trauma and is all bandaged now. There is no sign of recurrence of fever."

Lu Jiu realized that it was Doctor Qin who had just teased him. He smiled shyly and said, "Thank you, Doctor Qin."

The Ten Thousand Flowers Doctor looked at Lu Jiu, whose whole body seemed to be glowing under the candlelight. His golden curly hair was draped over his shoulders. His pupils filled with the sun and moon were half covered by his drooped eyelids. The holy fire pattern seemed to be alive. He sighed: "I have also seen some barbarians or Persians in Chang'an. Some of them have green eyes and some have honey-colored eyes, but this is the first time I have seen you like this."

"Ajiu is the child protected by Ming Zun."

"Senior brother! You're awake!" Lu Jiu turned his head in surprise and looked at Lu An, who was lying on the bed and had opened his eyes. Doctor Qin, who was standing aside, said in a funny way: "If you don't sober up, Xiaojiu, you're going to put a knife on my neck." Lu An reached out and Lu Jiu put his head towards him honestly, and the other party pinched his face: "I asked you not to bother Doctor Qin all the time."

Lu An scolded Lu Jiu, but he was still hurt and fell asleep again not long after.

Doctor Qin followed Lu Jiu outside the tent. As soon as the snow stopped, the two of them walked up to the city wall. Lu Jiu looked at the lights below and asked, "Why did Doctor Qin come here?" Doctor Qin gathered his cloak and said, "First, I was in Chang'an to treat the common people who were infected with the epidemic with my senior brother."

His voice was low and slow, as if he was telling a story, and he narrated: "Something happened later, Chang'an fell, and I accidentally met a Cangyun soldier who was still in Chang'an at that time..." He paused. : "Then I followed him here." He turned to look at Lu Jiu, with emotions in his eyes that Lu Jiu couldn't understand: "Xiao Jiu, do you know that feeling?"

Lu Jiu tilted his head, and Doctor Qin smiled and said: "That moment when you meet someone." He took out two silver bells from his sleeves: "At that moment I understood what the master said, 'It's like seeing a green mountain. What does "Like a Dream of Taoyuan" mean?"

Lu Jiu looked at the people around him. He smiled very gently, but Lu Jiu felt that he was crying. He didn't ask what happened next. It was Lu Jiu's third year from the desert to Yanmen. Many of the people here had gone out and never came back. Yesterday, Lu An almost didn't come back.

And he himself is the same.