The Sword Returns to Tang Dynasty

What is Jiangnan?

——The spring water is clearer than the sky, draw a boat and listen to the rain to sleep.

It is the water town in the dream of many people.

It is also half of his hometown that he dreams of.

Li Jiancheng is from the north, but he spent the most important youth in the south of the Yangtze River, soaked in the smoky water, apricot blossoms and light rain.

Over the past years, he has looked across countless worlds, thinking about the past from the other side of time and space. The hidden sword villa by the West Lake is still the same as before.

With the help of Tang Wule's remnants of the world's breath, and the half of the coordinates he found in the desert, Li Jiancheng finally pushed out the way back to Jiantang.

After landing, he acted separately from Wu Xingyun and Tang Wule.

They have all left the sect for many years, and if they don't go back again, they are afraid that there will be no such person.

Especially Tang Wule, on the rivers and lakes of the Tang Dynasty, in the Tangjiabao, this person has really been confirmed dead.

Of course, even if Li Jiancheng was not confirmed dead, he would not be much better off.

After all, when he left, he was also caught off guard by an accident.

I hope that his departure did not leave too much psychological shadow on the younger brother.

Li Jiancheng walked slowly through the city of Hangzhou. The Xuehe school uniform of Cangjian Villa made him look very conspicuous.

Pedestrians cast amazed and puzzled eyes on this young man who is obviously a disciple of Tibetan swords. The bold little lady threw a handkerchief or a hairpin with a faint fragrance on the pavilion, and got a handkerchief from the graceful white hair. The young master glanced at him with a gentle smile.

It's over, and the dizziness is even worse.

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It was as if he had never been here.

The little ladies looked away regretfully, and began chattering about why the Second Young Master Cangjian ran out without carrying an epee. He looks so good-looking, why haven't I seen such a handsome Second Young Master in Hangzhou before... ...

Li Jiancheng half-hidden his body, lingering around the West Lake like a phantom.

The gentle wind is blowing, the world of mortals is fragrant and misty, and the thoughts are lingering;

Counting shuttles of golden feathers wear Qionglin, it turns out that the oriole is just flying.

In the depths of peach and apricot, the flowers are blooming, under the tree, the skirt of Jiao'e in golden clothes is swaying, with double swords on her back, her eyes are delicate and her eyebrows are charming, and her red makeup separates Yuhuang Mountain.

Blue bricks and white tiles, red curtains and embroidered houses, smoked windows, and in the shadows, the swordsmen in bright yellow clothes raised their hands and swung their swords freely and unrestrainedly.

The water is the eye wave, and the mountain is the eyebrows and peaks. There used to be traces of swords hidden in the rivers and lakes, the beautiful waters and the spiritual mountains. Is it not just a young swordsman hidden?

The water is sunny, pavilions, towers and pavilions, the magnificent scenery of the West Lake...

For returnees, it has been many years.

In the same place, there is only the water color of the West Lake in this world, which is deposited in his soul, accompanying him through the heavens and worlds, the ancient prehistoric times.

Li Jiancheng closed his eyes slightly, allowing himself to immerse himself in the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains.

Yes, yes.

Jiangnan here, after all, occupies half of his hometown, so he can't forget it.

"Zhaoming...senior brother?"

His consciousness was still faintly intoxicated by the gentle breeze of the West Lake, and a clear voice filled with hesitation, hesitation, joy and anticipation rang out in his ears.

The emotion contained in this voice was too complicated, Li Jiancheng opened his eyes, and his eyes were as clear and gentle as the color of West Lake.

On the broken bridge, a young swordsman was holding an oil-paper umbrella of the same color as his school uniform, staring at him blankly, faint excitement appeared on his handsome face, and even his hand holding the umbrella trembled a little.

The boy's outline was somewhat familiar.

In his long-lost memory, there seemed to be someone with such round brows and eyes rolling beside him like a gold ingot, hugging his thigh and calling for his brother to hug him.

Now the little gold ingot has turned into a handsome and bright young man.

It was his younger brother, Ye Zhaoquan.

Li Jiancheng's eyes were soft, and he said "junior brother" to his mouth, and swallowed it again,

He said: "Although we walked for a long time, I didn't bring you candied haws."

The white-haired young man smiled and said, "There is a senior brother, do you want to check it?"

"Brother Zhaoming—"

The young swordsman could no longer hold the umbrella, and let it fall on the broken bridge, with fine rain sticking to the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

But he couldn't care less.

The young man was as light as a swallow, and the next moment he landed in front of Li Jiancheng.

He grabbed the corner of Li Jiancheng's sleeve, choked with sobs and said, "I'm not dreaming, brother Zhaoming... have you come back?"

Li Jiancheng sighed and raised his hand to rub the boy's head.

"It's true, alive, huh?"

"Wow--"

The young swordsman who was still trying to restrain his emotions just now burst into tears on the broken bridge where people were coming and going.

"I thought you were dead ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... .”

Li Jiancheng watched him change from a seemingly safe young swordsman back to the little yellow bag back then, and he was quite dumbfounded.

He patted the young man on the back to comfort the junior who hadn't seen him for many years.

Ye Zhaoquan is the distant younger brother of the Ye family, who lost his father when he was young, and was sent to the Hidden Sword Villa by his mother when he was very young, and was assigned to be raised by him.

Li Jiancheng was only a half-child at the beginning, and suddenly his senior brother stuffed a kid in, and he was in a hurry.

But at any rate, he also took care of his younger brother in his hometown, so he quickly became proficient in teaching him.

Among his gang of juniors and juniors, Ye Zhaoquan is the one who clings to him the most.

"Brother, where have you been all these years?"

The little kid is still a kid when he grows up, not to mention the age of Ye Zhaoquan in front of him, he is only about the same age as Li Jiancheng when he left Jiantang.

With red eyes and wrinkled nose, he firmly grasped his senior brother's sleeves, and asked while pulling him towards Hidden Sword Villa.

"You've only been gone for five years, why did you..." His hair was white, his heart was heavy, and his expression didn't even look like that of the first year.

Ye Zhaoquan didn't ask about the latter words, but Li Jiancheng knew it.

"Well...I went out to see the world," he tilted his head, blinked his left eye, and said with a smile, "Your senior brother, I am very powerful now, no one can bully me."

"..." Ye Zhaoquan sniffed, turned his head and muttered: "No one dared to bully you before."

The two brothers entered the gate of the villa. Li Jiancheng raised his eyes and looked over. Every plant and tree he saw was the same as before he left.

In front of Tianze Tower, there are still newcomers wielding swords under the leadership of older senior brothers and sisters, and smiles unconsciously appear on the faces of people passing by with vigorous faces.

But in fact, the most interesting thing is not the disciples practicing sword downstairs, but the eyes of many heads poking out from the walls and trees, looking upstairs cautiously.

Those chivalrous girls and knights in school uniforms of various colors lying on the wall only made fun of the little disciples, and immediately set their eyes on the figure holding a sword and watching the flowers on the Tianze Tower.

Until the second ladies who hid swords couldn't understand their overly enthusiastic eyes, they raised their heavy swords and slapped them one by one.

However, the knights were all very skilled and dexterous, and they popped up again after they patted this side and that side.

Tibetan sword disciples can't break through the wall of their own house because of this, can they?

As a result, the characteristic landscape of Tibetan swords like a gopher is formed.

...even this hasn't changed.

Li Jiancheng lamented that the Jianghu people in Datang were really boring.

But it's also normal.

Just ask, who doesn't like beauty?

The returning young second young master stared at the figure upstairs that had not been seen for many years with rare respectful eyes.

That is his master.

The one who protected him throughout his youth and single-handedly taught him to grow up, Master.

The owner of Hidden Sword Villa, Ye Ying.

The man sitting upright on the tall building seemed to have noticed something, and turned his head slightly to "look" over.

He obviously didn't open his eyes, and he knew that Master's eyes were blind early on, but Li Jiancheng noticed that, somewhere in the dark, a gaze fell on him.

The emotions contained in it are the same as in the past.

Li Jiancheng patted his junior brother on the shoulder, motioning him to loosen his sleeves, then jumped up and jumped up.

"Hey hey hey-"

A disciple of Qixiu who was locked on by the epee and sprinted away said: "Why don't you hit him? Why can he jump in the queue? It's not fair!"

The second young lady, who was having a great time playing hamsters, looked back, and then raised her light sword to point at the little beggar gang girl who was already in the blind spot of her perspective:

"Is that our brother who hides the sword?"

Although it looks a little strange, Senior Brother Zhao Quan will not casually bring outsiders in to disturb the owner of the villa.

"you're lying!"

The jade fan in the hair of the little girl Qixiu was shaking, and she shouted:

"I've been staying in Hidden Sword for so long, how could I not know that there is such a good-looking Second Young Master?!"

The little girl tapped her toes on the fence, trampled all the onlookers who were too late to escape, and said angrily, "You did it on purpose!"

"What is intentional or not?"

The little girl shrunk her neck, seeing that Ye Zhaoquan, who was still with the strange sword hidden just now, had appeared on the wall at some point, and the epee inlaid with gold, silver and jade fell to the ground, and half of his body was leaning on the epee, With one hand on his hip, he seemed to be smiling.

"Junior Sister, leave these onlookers to me, you go and inform Brother Zhaoyu and them, just say—"

A smile as bright as the warm sun appeared on the young man's hidden sword face, "Senior brother Zhaoming is back."

"Eh?"

The girl's golden skirt fluttered in the wind, and she held an epee that was used as a plank in her hand. Subconsciously, she turned her head and glanced upstairs at the figure in golden clothes and white hair, who looked exactly like the figure of the owner of the estate.

"Is that... Brother Zhaoming?"

The onlookers who were bowing their waists and trying to escape were sandwiched between two epees. They felt that their eyes were a little dazzled, but they were still empty in their hearts.

However, Zhaoming?

This name is a bit familiar, and he is also a Tibetan sword disciple.

The chaos downstairs is not heard by those upstairs.

The young man in golden clothes and white clothes jumped over the railing, stepped lightly on the balcony, bent slightly, and smiled at the young man in front of him with a high spirit——

"Master, I'm back!"

The author has something to say:

I can't hold it back anymore.

*The scenery of West Lake is adapted from "The Preface to Ying Tiao" by Wang Yuanliang

感谢在2020-01-0718：56：10～2020-01-0916：11：20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: vv, 1 bottle of Yisan at the end of the play;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!