I plant love Gu for Xianjun

Before Bi Rong left, she did not leave behind any relics.The only thing left for Feng Zhangjun is a string of tourmaline bracelets.

This is actually the gift of Jiji given to Bi Rong by Feng Zhangjun back then.There are two slightly dull old beads on the bracelet, which were taken from the crown worn by Bi Rong's birth mother when she was a child.

After leaving Xixianyuan, which had become a sad place, Feng Zhangjun led Lian Zhuxian Yujian back to Dongxianyuan on Jingpo Lake.

Since tomorrow is the time for the Cultivation Conference, the big and small islands are already busy.Some sects that are closer have even arrived earlier. From a distance, the apricot yellow on the island is also mixed with many other styles of robes, which looks weird and bizarre.

On the way after leaving Xixianyuan, Feng Zhangjun never said a word.Lian Zhu Xian knew that he was probably extremely depressed at the moment, so he didn't take the initiative to find topics, but just quietly accompanied him.

The two returned to the island where they stayed along the same road.Along the way, Feng Zhangjun's strong aura caused by his bad mood naturally scared away many passers-by who wanted to come forward to show his kindness.

Just as he stepped off the last small bridge, Feng Zhangjun flicked his sleeves and immediately cast a barrier to prevent outsiders from entering.And Lian Zhuxian flicked his fingers quietly, and planted Gu on a small frog by the river, letting it act as a little "guard" temporarily, notifying visitors and other movements outside in time.

The two walked into the courtyard one after the other, only to see that the garden was still full of vine flowers, but the petals under the tree had been cleaned by Dongxianyuan's intellectual disciples, leaving only a thin layer of freshly fallen today.

In addition, there are five or six more wine jars next to the rattan, and a set of exquisite wine utensils on the stone table, presumably that boy Yan Ying specially ordered someone to add it.

Feng Zhangjun, who has always been very disciplined, went straight to pick up a jug of wine at this moment, slapped the mud seal twice, and poured it into the wine cup on the table.

At the beginning of practicing Zhu Xian, he was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, if he could use the power of wine to express some sadness, maybe it would be a good thing.

It's just that being bored with alcohol hurts your body, you still need someone to accompany you.

So Lian Zhu Xian also walked over, picked up a wine cup and filled it up for himself, and then sat down in front of Feng Zhangjun.

"I'll accompany you." He said these three words softly.

Feng Zhangjun did not refuse, he just picked up the wine cup silently, raised his head and drank it down, and then stretched out his hand to the wine jar.

But Lian Zhu Xian's movements were faster than the ratio, and he had already picked up the wine jar to serve him—but it was only half full.

Feng Zhangjun looked at the shallow liquor, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about me."

Lian Zhu Xian shook his head: "This is not acceptable, I promised Bi Rong that I will take care of you."

This drinking session without much conversation started at noon and lasted until the evening.

Although he was drinking with Feng Zhangjun, Lian Zhu Xian didn't really have the courage to drink because of the experience of getting drunk last night.When the setting sun coated the wisteria in the courtyard with a golden layer, four of the five wine jars under the tree were empty, but at least [-]% of the wine fell into Feng Zhangjun's belly.

And it wasn't until this moment that Feng Zhangjun's breathing became slightly messy, and his eyes were slightly blurred.

"You're drunk." Lian Zhu Xian tried his best to soften his voice: "I'll help you to rest on the rattan couch."

But Feng Zhangjun shook his head: "No, I'm very well. I've never been so well."

Knowing that what he said was not only ironic, but probably drunk, Lian Zhu Xian didn't bother with him, but turned his eyes to the empty wine jars piled up beside the table.

Some old memories suddenly came to mind.

"Do you still remember? When you were in Shanguo Temple, you entered Shanguo Temple by mistake, and met me by mistake. We didn't know each other at that time, but we ran to the pile Hiding behind the mountains of wine jars...but we were found by those people."

"Remember." Feng Zhangjun nodded happily.

He was indeed drunk, and even lost his consistent rigorous logic because of this: "Alcohol is really the most useless thing in the world, it can't hide people, and it can't pour out hatred."

"Who said it wasn't." Lian Zhuxian sighed softly, but soon changed into a relaxed tone: "But then again, I really thought you were sent by God to save me, why did you dress so brightly?" , and kept saying that he was a disciple of the Immortal Sect."

Perhaps because he accidentally touched some key emotion, Feng Zhangjun stopped in mid-air with his hand holding the wine cup, as if he was struggling silently in his heart.

Thinking of the previous conversation in the hot spring, Lian Zhuxian thought that Feng Zhangjun would choose to change the subject again.But he did not expect that Feng Zhangjun made a different decision this time.

"I once had a master named Wuyou."

Yun Cang said in a low voice but clearly, "I have followed Master to go out to practice since I was five years old. After the incident in Liuquan City, Master also found me and took me back to his cave."

Although a hundred years have passed, Lian Zhu Xian did remember that "Xiaohua" once mentioned something about Master during the few days they spent together briefly.

At that time, he had almost no common sense and experience, so he didn't notice the strangeness; but looking back now, how could Dayan's prince be sent to the Taoist sect at a young age, and be raised by outsiders?

"Master once saved the life of Emperor Father."

Feng Zhangjun rested his chin with one hand, looked into the clear wine in the cup, as if he could glimpse the old days, "It was an autumn hunt. Although careful precautions had been made in advance, but the third God, when I turned to the second hunting ground, suddenly a few ghouls of unknown origin rushed in. They even stunned the holy driver by mistake. At that time, it was Miaoxuanzi and my master who was visiting Xuanzong. .”

"Xuanzong's guest..."

Lian Zhu Xian suddenly remembered the comments he had made to Miao Xuanzi in front of Feng Zhangjun, and felt awkward for a while.

Only to hear Feng Zhangjun said again: "Because of the meritorious service in saving Jia, the emperor wanted to reward the master. But the master said, looking at my bones, I am a genius for cultivating immortals. He is willing to accept me as a disciple to teach longevity."

Lian Zhuxian said softly: "Then your parents...agreed?"

"Why not?" Jun Fengzhang nodded, "Although I am in the royal family, I am not a suitable son of the royal family. It may be a good thing to follow Master to practice and avoid the battles in the palace."

Lian Zhuxian didn't understand the various secrets of the Dayan royal family, but he had also heard of brothers fighting against each other and fighting against each other in the drama stories.I don't want these things to really happen to Feng Zhangjun.

He asked again: "How is Master Wuyou treating you well?"

"Master treats me very well." Jun Fengzhang poured himself another glass of wine, "He took me to his cave and taught me everything he had learned throughout his life. But he didn't want me to be like the other schools in the Central Plains." As a disciple, he will step on the road of becoming an immortal with all his heart."

"Why is this?" Lian Zhuxian was puzzled, "I didn't want you to become a fairy, so why did I take you away in the first place? Isn't this contradictory?"

Fengzhangjun drank the wine in his glass, and the color in his pupils suddenly became a little darker: "Master said that I was destined to be in my previous life, and if I was raised in the royal family in this life, I am afraid that I will die, so he took me to the fairyland. door, to teach you how to protect yourself. But I never expected that this catastrophe... would finally be fulfilled by my family."

Lian Zhuxian's heart trembled, and he immediately retorted: "You and I are both cultivators, so we must understand that there is only a difference between dodging or not avoiding calamity, and there is absolutely no possibility of transferring fulfillment and blaming others. I can understand you You don’t have to blame yourself for everything.”

After a pause, he took the initiative to adjust the topic again: "Then, how is your worry-free master?"

Feng Zhangjun shook his head: "Shortly after I became an adult, the master suddenly said, 'You and I are at the end of our fate as a master and apprentice', and ordered me to set off to return to Beijing. The next day I went to say goodbye to him, but found that the master's clothes were still there, but I didn't know him anymore. gone."

"It sounds like a dead body turned into a fairy."

Lian Zhu Xian remembered this extremely ancient way of ascending to immortality, but because the training time was too long, and the corpse had to go through various painful tests before being dissected, it had long been abandoned by the major sects in the Central Plains.

And his guess was immediately denied by Feng Zhangjun: "Master can't become a fairy. He always thought that a true cultivator should not become a fairy, and he even taught me to 'keep a low profile and pursue a career without Zhang Weiyao'." ’, try not to contend with the world.”

Speaking of this, Feng Zhangjun smiled wryly again: "But I don't fight with the world, but the world fights with me. If I don't do my best, how can I protect the people I cherish?"

After saying this, he suddenly turned his gaze to Lian Zhu Xian, without saying a word, just staring at each other.

Before I knew it, even dusk had passed.A huge full moon rises from the mountain to the east of Jingpo Lake, shining on the sparkling lake surface, and also shining on the two people under the vine trellis through overlapping vine shadows.

The moment the eyes met, Lian Zhuxian felt that the "person who wants to protect" that Feng Zhangjun said was referring to himself.His mood suddenly boiled with alcohol, and it was out of control.

The silver moonlight shining through the vine flowers obliquely shone on him, as if turning him into the gorgeous and beautiful guardian of the Five Immortals who was dressed in silver ornaments.

The people of Nanzhao dare to love and hate, if there are some things you want to say, you should say it boldly.

So Lian Zhuxian took a deep breath silently, turned towards Feng Zhangjun, and looked at him emotionally.

"If it was me, you don't have to protect me. Because I will take care of myself and try to stay by your side."

For a long time after he finished speaking, the entire courtyard fell into an eerie silence.

Feng Zhangjun neither responded nor did he make any movements, not even the liquid in his glass was shaking anymore.

He still stared into Lian Zhu Xian's eyes without blinking, as if what Lian Zhu Xian uttered just now was not a confession, but a spell that could turn him into petrification.

After a long time without a response, Lian Zhu Xian seemed to have noticed something negative.His expression gradually changed from apprehension to confusion, and then a touch of disappointment.

"I...can't?" He cautiously made the final test, "Because I'm a man? Or because of the Five Immortals—"

Just halfway through the conversation, he suddenly interrupted his question with a few dry laughs, then reached out and pressed his temple, covering his eyes by the way, only showing a fake smile on purpose.

"Forget it, forget it...I'm sorry...I seem to be a little drunk again. Come on, let's continue drinking, don't take what you just said to heart, haha..."

Amidst a burst of bitter laughter, Lian Zhuxian reached out to grab the wine jar, but his wrist started to tremble unexpectedly, so sore that he couldn't even exert any strength.

He froze for a moment, only to realize that this powerlessness actually came from his own heart, and like poison, it quickly spread to all parts of his body.

Depression, great overwhelming depression...

I don't know how long it took, Lian Zhuxian finally lifted the wine jar, filled it up for himself first, and then poured wine for Feng Zhangjun symbolically.But the wine jar was held down by a pair of hands that were also a little unsteady.

"……Do not."

Feng Zhangjun, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

Because of the drunkenness, his complexion was slightly drunk at the moment, but his eyes were no longer dim, but bright as stars.

Lian Zhuxian shivered silently.He suddenly remembered these eyes, and they were the eyes of the boy named "Xiaohua".

In fact, he was so focused on staring at these eyes that when he came back to his senses, he suddenly found that Feng Zhangjun had moved closer, almost in front of him.

I only heard Yun Cang's head whispered in a low voice: "No, only you can... At this moment, the person I most want to protect is you."

The author has something to say: Lian Zhu Xian: Huh, finally said it

Feng Zhangjun: Did you say it?

Lian Zhuxian: Didn't I say it?

Feng Zhangjun: What did you say?

Lian Zhuxian: I said I will always be by your side, bastard!

Feng Zhangjun: Shouldn’t the confession be: I love you, please stay with me forever?

Lian Zhuxian: Put it away, that's your line!

Feng Zhangjun: No, I prefer to use practical actions to solve problems