Xu Fu

Gradually, a ray of ancient white light like floating from tens of thousands of years ago, the more dazzling the white light made Dian Xuechen have to squint his eyes slightly, until the whiteness in front of him seemed to enter a dreamland, Huangquan Yimeng, The affectionate call that was familiar from thousands of years ago came from my ear.

"Xi'er..."

Lying on the pillow in the middle of the night, the wind blows and the rain, the red tears railing the moon is immortal.

You don't see the six misfortunes of the world of mortals, but you are heartbroken at Xiaoshi.

One true, one false, one sad, one flower, one moon, one light peace.

Three Lives Three Lives Three Lives Stone, engraved with love for thousands of generations and thousands of times.

*****

After Jin Yuan came out of the shower, he only saw a note on the table, the word "Don't read" was indeed written by Qing An, but after waiting for a long time, the other party didn't come back, so he became more and more anxious, put on his coat and left in a hurry.

The street was bustling and bustling, passing through layers of crowds, Jin Yuan anxiously kept looking for Dian Xuechen's figure on the street, flew up and quickly searched the entire Shenghuan Street, but there was still no such person shadow.

There is always a bad premonition in his heart that makes Jin Yuan inexplicably irritable, like an ant on a hot pot, he stands helplessly in the middle of the street, watching the ghosts and ghosts coming and going, grabs a little demon and shouts angrily in a cold voice: "Have you ever seen a man in a frost-colored shirt?"

"No, no, no... I don't know..." The other party waved his hands again and again, looking at Jin Yuan who was about to rage in horror.

Jin Yuan grabbed the little demon's skirt with all his might, and yelled sharply, "Impossible! Think clearly! Hair is colored."

"Grandpa, please forgive me, the little demon has never seen it before." The little demon trembled all over and said tremblingly.

"Get lost!" Jin Yuan pushed the little demon away and roared angrily.

"Yes, yes, yes..." The little demon ran away in fright.

Suddenly there seemed to be some turmoil ahead, and the sound seemed to be a group of dudes bullying someone, Jin Yuan suddenly thought of something bad, and panicked and eagerly landed in the center of the noise.

"Lord Jin Yuan!" The dude bowed down and worshiped as soon as he saw it.

Jin Yuan swept his sharp eyes across the crowd, and finally fell on the man kneeling on the ground with low brows and pleasing eyes. He realized that it was not Dian Xuechen and he breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at that figure seemed a little familiar.

"Don't bully these little demons." Jin Yuan said subconsciously.

"Yes yes yes..." the group of handsome young men echoed again and again.

Jin Yuan helped the kneeling man up. The man had a face that couldn't be more ordinary, maybe it was a little ugly, but the pair of brown pupils that didn't match this face were so vivid, it made people look at him. But I can't forget, looking at it carefully, it is five or six points similar to Dian Xuechen's eyes, and the dark gray hair is like a splashed ink landscape painting, flowing and peaceful.

The man didn't seem to like to talk, he just bent down to thank him.

"What's your name?" Jin Yuan stared straight at those beautiful brown pupils, subconsciously asked.

"Xiaohu Xiaomuyu." The man lowered his eyes, resigned.

"Fox clan?" Jin Yuan casually took off a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Xiao Muyu, "This is for you, you won't be bullied if you wear it."

"Thank you, young master." Xiao Muyu knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Get up, let's go back." Jin Yuan raised his hand to help him up.

Xiao Muyu nodded, kept her head lowered and turned to leave, her thin figure gradually disappeared into Jin Yuan's eyes, leaving only her dark gray hair like a dark green mountain.

Jin Yuan frowned, looked around with icy eyes, and his cold and stern tone made the atmosphere here instantly freeze: "Have you ever seen a man with silver-colored hair and frost-colored clothes?"

The surrounding quieted down, not daring to say a word, suddenly a little demon raised his hand tremblingly, his teeth were chattering with fear, and he said intermittently: "Dare to ask... dare to ask if your lord is... with a blue color?" The drop-shaped forehead..."

Jin Yuan's expression froze, and he teleported to the little demon and said anxiously: "Have you seen him?! Where is he?!"

"At...at Yu Mingting..."

*****

A piece of elegance, if you meet and love each other through life, you will see the past of the world of mortals, full of drops of tears melting the joyous songs of the prosperous age, it has nothing to do with the wind and moon in the world to enjoy the joy of the group alone, it has nothing to do with the softness of the wind and lotus in Quyuan, and it has nothing to do with wind, rain and bluestone year month month.

When Jin Yuan saw the lonely and clear man on the bridge, he realized what it meant to weep with joy, raised his sleeves childishly and wiped away the tears that were about to fall from his eyes, and flew away to the pavilion. The man who stood there in a daze hugged him again.

"An'an, you scared me to death." Jin Yuan tightened his arms and let out a long breath, as if the lost and regained love made him relax for a while.

"Bei Li..." Dian Xuechen put his arms around Jin Yuan's waist in a dull manner, and his tone was a little fearful and helpless.

"What's wrong? You got bullied?" Jin Yuan raised Dian Xuechen's face distressedly, and asked eagerly, with a hint of anger in his words, "Who got bullied?"

"Do you love me..." Dian Xuechen leaned lightly on Jin Yuan's shoulders, Qingling's eyes were vacant, as if seeing a lifetime of sorrow, a life worthy of sorrow.

Jin Yuan caressed Fu Dian Xuechen's hair, and his gentle and loving kiss fell on the soft hair. He kept saying in Dian Xuechen's ear: "I love you, I love you very much..."

"I still want to hear it."

"Qing'an is so capricious." Jin Yuan laughed and pinched Dian Xuechen's face and said.

"Bei Li, I want to hear it." Dian Xuechen hugged Jin Yuan's waist, and a hazy mist rose from his amber eyes unconsciously.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, I love Qing'an!" Jin Yuan said happily, looking up at the sky, he seemed to use all his strength to say loudly: "I want to tell everyone in the world The love of my life, Jin Yuan, is Dian Xuechen!"

Dian Xuechen evoked a mournful smile, and the mist in his eyes gradually gathered into a drop of crystal clear tears that soaked Jin Yuan's clothes, dripping silently, with a feeling of unrequited sadness.

The huge sky echoed Jin Yuan's loud words, and he rushed straight to the Nine Heavens Pagoda, a testament to the love year after year. He could see the sky full of stars, the clear moon, and the river on the other side. The fire is dyed through, but only Dian Xuechen's tears of pain to the heart cannot be seen.

The sound of "dingling" like falling jade made the two embracing eyes move to the ground. A red jade hairpin fell down, with auspicious cloud pattern, and there was a break in the upper right corner, lying on the ground so abruptly.

Dian Xuechen felt cold all over his body, as if his heartbeat had stopped at this moment, he remembered very clearly that the red jade hairpin was worn on the head of the man in green in his dream that day, maybe the man in green was not a dream, but Dian Xuechen was Dream.

Jin Yuan picked up the red jade hairpin, and explained seriously: "Qing'an, don't get me wrong, I accidentally bumped into a young master when I went back to Xiaofu, and this red jade hairpin belongs to him, I think he still kept it when it was broken. , must be very important to him, so I plan to return it to him next time I go to Xiaofu."

"Well, let's go back." Dian Xuechen smiled slightly, his pale and feeble smile was even more empty in the dark night.

Jinyuan is also used to Dian Xuechen's cold and quiet appearance, Xi Ran hugged Dian Xuechen with a warm smile and said, "Okay, then let's go home."

Dian Xuechen put his arms around Jin Yuan's neck, and lightly rested on the opponent's shoulders, closed his eyes as if falling into the boundless darkness, opened his pink lips softly, but couldn't hear a word from him.

Yu Mingting was empty and quiet, leaving only a little bit of breeze, while the Bi'an River was still lingering with red fire, but there was a bit of sadness in that redness, like a drop of blood dripping into clear water, instantly reddening every inch of the world.

In the year of Jinse, Qing'an owes Bei Li the inability to be with the king for three lives.

【Yin World·Folk·Li'an Pavilion】

Outside the window, the rain fell from the blue sky, weeping down like broken beads, and there was some desolation and sadness hidden in the dark night.

Dian Xuechen stood in front of the bed, quietly looking at the sleeping Jin Yuan, stroked his heroic eyebrows lightly with his fingertips, touched the slightly childish long eyelashes, slid down the tall bridge of the nose, and nodded lightly. Crimson lips.

He slowly moved to the other's lips, and gently kissed it as if it was a farewell.

"I'm sorry, forget about Qing'an." Dian Xuechen smiled wryly, the golden air flow from the palm of his hand flowed in and out of Jinyuan's chest, and Jinyuan, who was already sleeping, even lost consciousness.

The wind blew past Dian Xuechen's amber pupils, and suddenly his pupils were sore and misty. He looked at the Yaoyu that Taoist Xuying gave him, and chuckled softly: "Six misfortunes reincarnated, and finally Hua Xu A dream..."

Clothes and shadows fly away from the carved window as quietly as soft snow falls, and in the hazy moonlight, the figure in the dark night looks so lonely.

Thinking without traces, why are you infatuated, burn your heart in vain, forget the Ming Dynasty, go wrong with infatuation, and destroy the six realms.

****

Came back to the top of the crescent moon, still wearing frost clothes, everything went back to 1000 years ago, Dian Xuechen was just Dian Xuechen, the noble and indifferent Lord of Kansi, unmoving and half-hearted, his calm face seemed like a strong wind Can't scratch the slightest ripple.

"Beauty, we meet again~" Qian Mian popped out suddenly, still dressed as a scholar, and said with a smile.

"In the peak of the crescent moon, hidden are the ancient ten swords." Dian Xuechen looked at Qian Mian indifferently.

"The beauty wants to know, so I will tell you naturally." Qianmian blinked enigmatically, and began to talk in detail, "The ten swords of the ancient times are Chengying, Lijun, Wuchang, Yuxie, Miaojiang, Longzhan, and Qinbi. , Fu Xiao, San Ying, Qu Yao, those are all stories..."

Dian Xuechen glanced at Qian Mian, who was still intoxicated by the Ten Swords of Immemorial, and flew towards the attic.

"Beauty, what are you going to do!" Qian Mian suddenly woke up, and quickly stood in front of Dian Xuechen, his tone became cold.

"Take the sword."

"Oh! Don't! Don't you despise me..." Qian Mian said slightly displeased.

"You think you can beat me?