Sealing Sword

What if he cuts off his lust and never loves you? "

Gu Yufang laughed: "I have come and gone on the blade in this life, and I met the person I like the most in the best years. During the few years I walked side by side with him, I have been an ordinary person for thousands of years in my life. No regrets, no regrets."

After finishing speaking, she stood up and walked away with the wind on a flying leaf. Daoist Duan Ya looked at her back and sighed, turned over and saw a figure flashing on the window paper.

The lights in the Duanqing house were on all night.

The next day, Gu Yufang was about to leave when Zhao Bingyu, whose alias was "He Lianyue", went up the mountain to find Taoist Duanya. Two women who were good at knives met on a narrow road. There was a fight on Qingming Road.

The Wanyue Dao was treacherous and changeable, and the Jinghong Dao was swift and nimble. When the battle was in full swing, both sides lost their sense of proportion, and Daoist Duanya was alarmed to stop Zhao Bingye.

But Gu Yufang didn't expect that at the moment when the blade approached her, Duanqing, who was sitting in the pavilion reading a book, actually moved. Her left hand waved away the shock, and the bamboo slips with her right hand went up to the moon. With the sound of cracking bamboo, the bamboo slips shattered. All over the ground, he stood in front of Gu Yaofang, and brushed off the bamboo pieces that had fallen from his sleeves.

Gu Yufang's sinking heart was beating violently at this moment, revived.

She left the Taishang Palace with a heart that jumped up and down, and went to three mountains and four seas for more than half a year, and came back in spring, picked a new peach and gently pinned it on the door of the bullying house.

The next day, after realizing that the gate was empty, Gu Jufang ran even more frequently to Wangchen Peak, even Duanheng wished to go down the mountain to find the two watchdogs tied at the gate of Duanqing, but Taoist priest Duanya opened his eyes and closed his eyes. Eye.

After going around like this for two years, Duanheng and Duanyi proposed to ask the head of the sect to make Duanqing the elder of the law enforcement. From then on, they will become a complete monk, and they will live in Wangchen Peak forever and ignore the secular world.

Shen Liu has always been well-informed, and when he got the information, he gave it to Gu Fangfang, and at the same time comforted him: "Look out, big girl."

Gu Yufang slapped his head into the wine jar, angrily lifted the table, and said ruthlessly: "Look at the devil! He took my wife's flowers and drank my wife's wine, and he belongs to my aunt!"

She took Shen Liu and carried the knife to Wangchen Peak, saying "If you can't grab the man, you can take over the mountain and become king", but in fact, she felt like a cat's paw scratching her heart.

Until she rushed into the Ruoshui temple, she saw Duanqing kneeling in front of the patriarch's spiritual tablet, with cold sweat on her brows, eyelashes and forehead. She didn't know how long she had been kneeling.

Seeing her coming in, Duanqing got up slowly, pulled up her Taoist robe to cover her back soaked in cold sweat, and said: "I was about to look for you, but I didn't expect you to be one step faster."

Gu Jiefang has always had endless jokes, but now she can't utter a single word. She saw a Tai Chi jade pendant on the incense case, which was a token of the law enforcement elders of the Supreme Palace.

Duanqing walked to her side, raised his hand to Taoist Duanya and saluted, his tone was still calm, but he said very seriously: "Thank you, senior brother, for your success."

Taoist Duanya smiled slightly: "Now, do you understand what a person is?"

Duanqing took Gu Jufang's sweaty hand and said, "I am a human being."

……

After that, many years passed.

The four seasons come and go, and the cycle goes back and forth; birth, old age, sickness and death, the cycle goes back and forth.

It is said that people tend to get confused when they are old, but now that I think about it carefully, I realize that I still remember Gu Yaofang so clearly, from the galloping horse when they first met, to the peach tree facing each other by the water, From the trek across mountains and rivers covered with bruises in Mizong Ridge that year, to the startled sound of shattering jade and jade when he went mad... bit by bit, he spelled out Gu Yufang in his mind.

He was originally a branch of the river when it turned a fork in the road, but because of her flying flowers falling into the water, the ripples were pierced with a different color. There have been countless passers-by in my life, and I still remember this most vivid smiling face.

After thinking so much, Duanqing seemed to have exhausted the last of his strength, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his hands stroking the kitten's fur became slower and slower.The cat seemed to have sensed something, and gave two soft "meow" sounds, and formed a small ball of fur in his palm, and cupped his hand one after another.

The fur is soft and fluffy, full of vitality unique to life, making death gentle and peaceful.At that moment, the warm wind in March blew down a few crumbling peach petals, like thousands of days and nights passing by in an instant, and the last one fell on Duanqing's forehead.

He closed his eyes gently.

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When the wind blows, Ye Fusheng put a bowl of hot soup on the ground, knelt down and gently held Duanqing's hand, and gently rubbed his hair like that cat.

Ye Fusheng thought about this scene many times, thinking that he would definitely cry, but now that this day really came, his eyes were wet, but he did not shed tears.

There was still a bit of residual warmth in that hand, just like the white-haired Taoist face, it was incredibly peaceful, as if he had just fallen into a dream that would never wake up, and whether he spoke or cried, it would disturb the pure land on the other side.

Chu Xiwei stood behind him. The two of them had seen countless deaths in the rivers and lakes in half their lives. Apart from the bloody storm, it was more heart-piercing, not to mention terrifying, but also cold. , such as a belated home.

Later, there was an additional tomb and a stele in Feiyun Peak, which was still under the peach blossom tree, and only one name was still engraved.

At the moment when the paper money was burned and the sacrificial wine was poured out, the kitten hopped lightly on the tree, and the chick who didn’t know where it came from uttered soft chirps, the green smoke scattered with the wind, and the peach blossoms all over the tree were flying in this moment sprinkle.

Ye Fusheng finally understood——

People in the world are like crucian carp crossing the river, some live in the world of mortals, some live in rivers and lakes temples, and some live in the memory of legends, and Gu Huafang and Duanqing live here.