He survived under the hands of Bai Yueguang

Zhou Yiguang thought to himself: If this portrait depicts the sweetheart of the "Young Master", who is so powerful and sees things and thinks about others, what kind of yearning it will be...

Lovesickness does not need to be deep in the bones, love has already eroded the bones and the heart.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yiguang was touched by the scene, feeling a little sympathetic and compassionate.

Then move closer to the wall to observe the portraits.It's too dim, even if you look closely, you still can't see the content clearly.

There is only one picture, which is a little clearer than the others.Zhou Yiguang took a closer look and was startled.

In the portrait, there is a man in red leaning on a railing, and the street lights are like daylight, which is the festive season of last month.The man looked lonely, looking at the prosperity of this world alone, he just felt that he was out of place.The wind poured into the wide cuffs, and the sleeves swelled up against the wind, making the man's figure even more emaciated.

Looking carefully at the man's eyebrows and eyes, it turned out to be exactly the same as his own, Zhou Yiguang was startled.

How could it be me?

Who is the "Young Master" that the supervisor is talking about, and why did he draw me in this secret room a hundred years ago.

After thinking about it, he fell asleep leaning on the stone wall in the secret room.In the dream, someone gently swayed the hair on his temples, and someone gently blew out the flickering candle. Between the flickering lights, a young man was seen painting under the seven-fold gauze curtain. Extremely Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yiguang seemed to make some noise, and the people in the sand tent seemed to be looking back at him.

But the moment the boy was about to turn his head, the candle was blown out, and Zhou Yiguang couldn't see the man's face clearly.I just feel that the back view is Zhou Yan's back view.

After a dreamless night, when Zhou Yiguang woke up again, Zhou Yiguang found that he had slept here for a whole day.A little headache, always felt like he had a few dreams, but he didn't remember anything about the dreams.

Rubbing my head and opening my eyes, I still can't figure it out, if I can't figure it out, I'll think about it later.There are still so many bleak portraits, maybe they will not be clear until they are uncovered one by one.The content of the portrait should be related to the progress of the mission.

In the portrait on the opposite side, only the trace of a folding fan is clear.

The insane shopkeeper in Shuzhong once gave a similar one to Zhou Yiguang.He wrote a letter saying "I send the world a snow-covered head", but at that time Zhou Yiguang just sighed with emotion and didn't think about it carefully, so he threw the folding fan at Zhou Yan.

Some things, just dare not think deeply, can not think through.

Zhou Yiguang pushed open the stone door of the secret room, the light shone on his face, and he let out a long sigh of relief.After the mission is over, he is now completely regarded as a person in this world and has nothing to do with the system.

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Zhou Yiguang was wandering aimlessly on the 24th floor. He first passed by Zangshu Pavilion. In the past, he was not interested in the local scenery and strange things. All the secrets of Shangling Kingdom are quite precious.

To this day, because of someone from Shangling Kingdom, Zhou Yiguang is full of thirst for knowledge for the first time.

After staying in Zangshu Pavilion for a little while, Zhou Yiguang went back to his original bedroom. The bedroom was as clean as new without a speck of dust, as if he had never left.He went in to freshen up and planned to change clothes.

Picking and picking, I don't know why, he usually wears plain clothes, but today he changed into a bright red clothes for the first time.The bun tied behind his head also came loose, looking like a peerless beauty.At first glance, the man is undoubtedly, but he is also unparalleled in style, the best in the world.

When he walked to the corridor and went to other places, the originally noisy drinkers in the hall on the first floor fell silent and stared blankly at his figure.

Zhou Yiguang walked from the bedroom to the penultimate storage room in the attic on the second floor, where his personal belongings were piled up, and when he opened the door, the room was full of pearls and gems.

The drinkers in the hall on the first floor had already raised their heads, staring blankly at Zhou Yiguang. Many people had heard that the luthier on the 24th floor was the best in the world, and seeing them now, it was true.Everyone is overwhelmed by Zhou Yiguang's red dress today, the light of the house full of pearls and jade is not as good as the blurred young man upstairs.For this kind of beauty, they can only repay it with reverence, and they don't even dare to have the idea of ​​encroaching on it.

Zhou Yiguang ignored the amazed expressions of the crowd, and casually passed the key in his hand to the boy who passed by, saying: "These belongings, take them away and give them to those in need."

"In the future, I probably won't come back to the 24th floor often."

The servant held the key in his hand and looked at the piles of gold and jewels in the house with a look of bewilderment.Before he even had time to ask Mr. Zhou why he left and where he was going after he left, Zhou Yiguang disappeared from the sight of the crowd.

On the one hand, the name of Mr. Rong Guang is becoming more and more turbulent in the increasingly turbulent world. On the other hand, the most mysterious Mr. Zhou in the most mysterious 24th floor, donated his righteousness to donate money, and left the 24th floor without knowing where he was going.

From now on, there will still be a large number of talented people on the 24th floor, and there has never been a shortage of amazing talents, but there is no such a luthier.

Zhou Yiguang felt a little lost, and finally he could go to Zhou Yan and tell him that I am back and I will never leave again.

But for some reason, it may be a state of mind that is closer to the nostalgia and more timid.He was a little hesitant, he couldn't take that step no matter what, his thoughts were a little complicated, and his intuition told him that his entanglement with Zhou Yan was definitely not as simple as this world.

As we walked, we came to a tavern on the street. The tavern set up a simple open-air pergola outside. Zhou Yiguang sat down, and the shop waiter came up to greet the guests and recommended our special Huadiao wine. Zhou Yiguang shook his head: "Do you have daughter red? "

Zhou Yiguang thought that when he first took over the task, the night when he followed the scent of wine and threw himself into the trap, Zhou Yan used Nurhong to entertain him.My daughter of three years, Hong, because of that time, I left for three years.He left to escape for his life, and then went back to die, so why bother.

The shop clerk was a little confused: "Yes, first... a half catty?"

Zhou Yiguang: "Three altars."

Shop waiter: "A pot here weighs three catties, are you sure?"

Zhou Yiguang smiled: "Three catties is good, three jars and nine catties, it is a good number for a long time. For wine, you need three jars."

On that day, Zhou Yiguang drank alone, and got himself half-drunk until he was not really drunk. If it wasn't for his unwillingness to wake up, there is no alcohol in the world that can make him drunk.

The sky gradually dimmed, and after a long time, Zhou Yiguang once again visited the palace at night.It's just that the last time I was sober, now I'm intoxicated. Alcohol is not intoxicating, but people are the most intoxicating.

The back garden of the bedroom is left unattended tonight.

No one sleeps tonight, and I don't know where to go when I'm intoxicated.

In the peach blossom forest, the shadows of the trees are whirling, but there is no wind, but the trees are shaken and the flowers are falling.

Zhou Yiguang approached the peach blossom grove, and the faint cold fragrance permeated his heart and spleen. He looked at the flowers with drunken eyes, but the flowers were not flowers, and it was clearly the person who fell into his eyes.I vaguely saw a moment ago, vaguely, someone was dancing a sword against the wind in the peach blossom forest, and only then did I startle the trees and flowers.

In a trance, suddenly a rough hand covered his eyes from behind, his back hit a warm chest, a familiar breath came to his ears, and Zhou Yan's chin was stuck on his shoulder.

Familiar and hoarse voice: "When you come back, don't think about leaving again."

"I let you go once, and I will never let you go a second time."

Zhou Yiguang's eyes were completely dark, and the phantom in his fantasy just now was wearing black clothes, and he stretched out his hands to cover his eyes, so that he couldn't see his face until now.

As he spoke, Zhou Yan tugged on the sleeve of the other hand with his teeth, and there was a sound of tearing silk in his ears, and Zhou Yan removed a piece of black cloth from the sleeve.

"Don't open your eyes." Zhou Yan's voice was cold, lingering in Zhou Yiguang's ears, no emotion could be heard, just like an order.

Zhou Yiguang closed his eyes, obediently.Zhou Yan raised his hand that covered his eyes, and then covered his eyes with a cloth strip. There was still the person's body temperature on the cloth strip, and a knot was tied behind his head.

Zhou Yan looked at Zhou Yiguang's red dress: "You are very different from usual today."

"Ok?"

The mellow smell of alcohol overflowed from Zhou Yiguang's mouth.

Zhou Yan: "You also drank wine."

"Ah."

Zhou Yiguang sighed: "Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, yesterday I had a dream, in the dream I..."

"Anyway, I felt it, so I changed into this clothes."

Zhou Yan raised his chin: "It's very pretty."

Zhou Yiguang: "You in the dream also said so."

Zhou Yan: "The moonlight is beautiful, do you want to fight?"

Zhou Yiguang: "You always welcome me in this way, but..."

"I like."

Blindfolded, Zhou Yiguang fought that man while he was drunk, and when they met each other, their moves were exactly the same.

After several rounds, Zhou Yiguang was defeated, the famous sword was dropped and nailed to the opposite peach blossom tree, and the door of life fell into Zhou Yan's hands.

"I still lost." Zhou Yiguang smiled.

Even if he wasn't blindfolded, Zhou Yiguang couldn't beat him.

Even if he has more than half of Zhou Yan's skill, Zhou Yiguang can't beat him.

Zhou Yan: "Admit defeat so quickly?"

Zhou Yiguang: "The peach blossoms are too beautiful, if they disturb my mind, I will lose completely."

"it is good."

A cold voice sounded, and then Zhou Yiguang's hands were bound by cold iron chains, Zhou Yan stopped talking, and in silence, Zhou Yiguang was taken to a dungeon.

With a "bang", it was probably that the prison door made of refined steel was locked.

It was extremely quiet all around, Zhou Yiguang was blindfolded, so he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.He didn't even know if Zhou Yan had left, or was looking at him silently in front of him.

Is he gone?

He's gone, locked me up here, punished me, punished me for leaving so suddenly.

Maybe he didn't leave, maybe he was looking at me, from head to toe, intently.

Zhou Yiguang was blindfolded and couldn't see anything, but when he thought of Zhou Yan staring at him, he felt hot all over, swallowed, and his Adam's apple rolled.

Of course Zhou Yan didn't leave, Zhou Yan was indeed staring at him.

The small detail of his adam's apple up and down naturally fell into Zhou Yan's eyes, and he was keenly aware of it.

After a long time, Zhou Yan finally spoke, making Zhou Yiguang sure that he was still here.

"Maybe you're right. From the beginning, I should have kept you locked here like this."

Zhou Yiguang seemed to be comforting, but also seemed to be pity: "Okay, now you have locked me up."

Zhou Yan kissed affectionately on Zhou Yiguang's blindfolded eyes. In the dark dungeon, all the emotions Zhou Yan had hidden for a long time erupted, his voice trembling as if he was about to cry:

"You know how scared I am that you won't come back."

Zhou Yan has always been forbearing, whether he is a man or a ghost, he will not show his emotions on his face, calm and rational like a piece of wood.

That day when Zhou Yiguang said he wanted to leave, he didn't know how he agreed, he must be crazy, how could he agree.

It wasn't until the second day after Zhou Yiguang left that he recalled it.Whenever he thought that Zhou Yiguang might never come back, he felt fear.With longing, fear, and all kinds of greed, anger, ignorance, resentment, and hatred, he will not be able to ask for it. He is completely like a human being.

Zhou Yiguang asked: "Then now, are you planning to imprison me for the rest of my life?"

With that said, Zhou Yan reached behind his head and untied the cloth strips that blindfolded him:

"No, I don't have much time. At least, I shouldn't waste it in this dungeon. I have time to come here. I have been king for many years. At least the great rivers and mountains in the Shangling Mausoleum should be visited."

The cloth strips covering his eyes were removed, and Zhou Yiguang saw the dungeon clearly.

This place was exactly the cell where he was detained three years ago, and there were other spirit-carrying people who were locked up with him at that time.But now, Zhou Yiguang looked around and found that he was the only one left.

All those youths who could continue Zhou Yan's life were gone.A few months ago, there were about a dozen people left, and Zhou Yan has been going out with him recently, so it is impossible to consume them so quickly.

Zhou Yiguang had a bad feeling: "You let them all go"

"Yeah." Zhou Yan admitted.

"Then you..." Then what do you do?Fend for itself?

"So I said, there's not much time left. We shouldn't waste it here."

With that said, Zhou Yan also untied the chains that bound Zhou Yiguang's wrist.

"If you let them go, they won't live long. The unawakened spirit-carrying people don't even have the way to continue their lives like killing each other. They come from hell and are born to be your nourishment. Why should you?"

What Zhou Yiguang said was very cold. On his trip back, he had read some classics that recorded the secrets of the spirit-carrying people in the Library Pavilion on the 24th floor.

Once a spirit-carrying person is awakened, his spiritual consciousness can be somewhat connected with the underworld. Although he will not remember it completely, he can have the method of picking up the clear and replenishing the turbid.Moreover, there are many people fleeing from the bottom to the ground, but only one awakens at the same time.Unless the person who has already awakened dies, no one will awaken at the same time.

"Besides, I'm just an unawakened spirit-carrying person."

At least, this body of mine is.

Zhou Yiguang's implication is that he himself will not live long, and Zhou Yan can continue to strive for longevity. There is no need for him to experience life, old age, sickness and death at the age of a cricket.

Zhou Yan fully understood what Zhou Yiguang wanted to express, he pinched Zhou Yiguang's face with a smile: "You think too much, I'm not from this world, and it's meaningless to stay here for a long time. "

Zhou Yiguang frowned: "It used to be interesting, but now it's boring? Don't follow the one in other dramas, looking for death and life? I despise that one the most, it's boring."

"Besides, I am very clear about my fate after death, but your fate in this life must be twists and turns after your death. Wouldn't it be nice to stay comfortably in Shangling Kingdom?"

Zhou Yan still didn't care, stroked Zhou Yiguang's brow, and said with a smile: "What twists and turns am I afraid of?"

What I'm afraid of is forgetting you.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains without you, but a beautiful cage, boundless loneliness.Zhou Yan vaguely felt that he and he had known each other long before he had independent consciousness.

"Row."

The words have come to this point, Zhou Yiguang has nothing to be hypocritical, he happily accepts this kindness, and is happy every day.

For a long time in the future, day and night, day and night, and three years in a blink of an eye.

Zhou Yiguang stayed in the palace, writing and playing the piano, and occasionally saw the "Mozhong" sword in his hand. When he saw things and thought about others, he would think of how free and easy the life of the former calligrapher was. , falling into the wine to condense the fragrance.

As for Zhou Yan, after dealing with the affairs of the court, he returned to the palace and lived a normal life.

The prime minister handed over a memorial to ask the emperor to establish an heir early, but the emperor did not approve it, and the meaning was already obvious, so the courtiers stopped mentioning it.

Back then, the king recovered the rivers and mountains with gold and iron horses. He was not arbitrarily arbitrary, but no matter whether he sent his troops to the north or west, the difficulties and dangers ahead could not shake him.

Although the art of war is debated, far away and close to attack, but the cold weather in the barren land in the north may not be a territory worth negotiating.Zhou Yan went into the wilderness alone, and went three thousand miles to have peace talks with the barren people, even the thousands of miles of ice could not stop him, and the result of the peace talks was satisfactory.

What Zhou Yan is determined to do, from the beginning to the end, since the founding of the Shangling, there has been no will of God or man that can go against it, so there is no need for the prime minister to make fun of himself if his memorial fails.

After all, it is not their turn to control the emperor's private affairs.

As for how Guozuo will be after a hundred years, it will not depend entirely on the emperor alone.

When Zhou Yan came in, he stayed in the court hall for a longer and longer time, and there were many things to deal with. The prime minister felt something in his heart, but it was hard to ask.

To this day, the courtiers have all dispersed, and Zhou Yan and the prime minister sit opposite each other in the court hall, chatting about family matters:

"Gu Qing, can you take apart the birthday gift I sent you for your son? Do you still like it?"

The prime minister's surname is Gu, and Zhou Yan rarely gets so close to people in the court, and they always address each other with their first and last names, which is very different today.

The congratulatory gift Zhou Yan sent was a pair of inkstones carved with dragons and phoenixes, which made the prime minister extremely terrified.

"Look, I saw... I like it if I like it, but it's just a gift from Your Majesty, I'm afraid it's not in accordance with the etiquette system. The inkstone used by Your Majesty for your own use is too disgusting for my son. I absolutely dare not take it."

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