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Mucheng, in the mist and rain, an inn.

The two loose men chatted while drinking.

"Hey, have you heard? In the melee between the Four Great Sects and Zhuang Wujing in the Lingguang Stone Field two years ago, the heads of the Four Great Sects and the Patriarch Canghua were all wiped away by Zhuang Wujing It was clean, and all the people present at that time were cut off by Zhuang Wujing, completely eliminating the road of cultivation, and becoming useless people!"

"I heard it, I heard it! I also heard that Zhuang Wujing destroyed his own catastrophe in the Lingguang Stone Field, and God opened a passage for him. He is really one step away from becoming an immortal and becoming a saint, but Unexpectedly, he actually rejected the great opportunity of the day, and lost all his cultivation, saying that he had made some kind of deal with the god. But this mysterious and mysterious matter, if we are not present, how can we know it."

"Hey, that's right, I heard that the current Yunting has been taken over by Mu Changfeng and Fuzhi who lost his arm, and the head of Canghua has become Yuan Boheng."

"I've heard that too, and I've also heard that Lin Chenxi from Yunting has been wandering all over the place since he left Yunting, saying he was looking for someone, but when someone asked who it was, he said he didn't know. It seems that there is a problem here." The talking Sanxiu pointed to his head with his finger.

"Come on, let's not talk, let's drink first."

The two raised their wine glasses and staggered. At this moment, a blue-robed Taoist priest with a plum blossom mark between his eyebrows walked past them holding an umbrella.

The Taoist is Zhuang Wujing.

Zhuang Wujing was walking in the rain and fog, bypassing the noisy crowd, and walking in the winding alleys. Several Jiangnan women holding oil-paper umbrellas looked at him timidly, wanting to start a conversation with him. But always dare not.

Until Zhuang Wujing walked away completely, he didn't say a word to him.

Zhuang Wujing walked to the door of the female ghost that he met that day, but the female ghost disappeared as well as that person, Zhuang Wujing raised his hand, knocked lightly, and asked, "Is the girl there? "

He waited, but there was no sound.

Zhuang Wujing said softly: "I want to ask girl, do you still remember the son who came with me that day, his name is Fang Wu, he is my wife. I can't find him, I want to talk to you about him."

What responded to him was still the black and burnt wooden door.

A stooped old woman held an umbrella and said to Zhuang Wujing: "Hey, young man, stop knocking. This family has been burnt clean long ago, and even their souls are gone. You are also lucky. The woman in the past Ghosts often haunt the house, scaring passers-by, but two years ago a Taoist priest came and performed spells, and the house is finally clean."

Zhuang Wujing asked: "How to clean?"

The old woman said: "The female ghost is gone, and she will never be seen again!"

Zhuang Wujing's hand holding the umbrella handle trembled slightly, and then said: "I will see him, I will see him." Then he turned around and walked in the misty alley.

The old woman looked at Zhuang Wujing's figure, shook her head and said, "I'm all out of my wits, how can I see it? It's impossible."

In the lake in Qingcheng, many people happily touch crabs in the water with bare legs and hands.

Zhuang Wujing was walking on the shore, looking at the people touching crabs in the lake, a girl let out a scream of "ah", but the others laughed, and the girl's father laughed happily, seeing the girl's finger Clamped tightly by a blue crab.

Zhuang Wujing suddenly remembered the same thing with that person that day, he was pinched by a blue crab, his eyes were red, but he was very self-conscious and refused to cry.

With a wave of Zhuang Wujing's hand, the blue crab in the girl's hand fell down.

The girl's father looked at Zhuang Wujing, his eyes lit up, and he shouted, "Immortal, it's you, an immortal."

Zhuang Wujing asked, "You know me?"

The man nodded and smiled, "I know you. It was two years ago. At that time, I was touching blue crabs in this lake. Immortal, you once flew in the air and watched for a while, then flew away."

Zhuang Wujing's heart moved, and he said: "Then do you remember the young master next to me?"

The man let out an "ah" and then said, "No, there is only the immortal from the beginning to the end, and there is no one else."

Zhuang Wujing asked again: "He looks very good-looking, and he was caught by a crab once, can you think about it again?"

The man smiled and said: "Immortal, I dare to swear, there really is no such person, you are the only one that day."

Zhuang Wujing stopped talking, just nodded slightly to the man, and then walked along the bank towards the city.

The man scratched his head and said, "Hey, the immortal seems to be upset, but it really isn't. It's impossible for me to lose my memory."

Zhuang Wujing came to the restaurant in Qingcheng where he and that person had eaten crabs that day.

The boss who received him was still the monkey-headed monkey-brained boss. At that time, that person secretly joked that the boss looked very much like the male owner of the Zhu family who sold buns in Epiphyllum Village.

Seeing Zhuang Wujing, the boss immediately said: "Xiandao, after two years, you are here again."

Zhuang Wujing gave a faint "Yes", and then asked, "Do you still remember me?"

The boss laughed and said: "As long as anyone has been here, no matter it is ten or twenty years, I will remember it clearly, let alone a fairy like you. I still remember that day when you were holding a blue umbrella , You are also wearing such a blue Taoist robe."

Zhuang Wujing asked: "Then do you remember that there is a young master with me?"

The boss wondered: "No, you are the only one, are you kidding me?"

Zhuang Wujing said lightly, "Maybe."

He sat at the table that day and ordered the dishes they ate that day. Zhuang Wujing dipped the blue crab in chili, bit it in his mouth, then looked at Kong Kong and said, "It's really spicy, if you eat it If you do, you will cry again."

On Yongan Street.

The people coming and going are full of joy. Today is Yong'an's "Spring Festival" festival. People are carrying lanterns, wearing new clothes, and their faces are full of joyful smiles to welcome the spring.

Zhuang Wujing walked among the crowd and looked up at the blue sky. That day at the Lingguang Stone Field, when the gate of heaven opened, he had exchanged his lifelong cultivation base and chance of becoming an immortal to God, and only asked God to give him The man returned it to him.

But although God closed the gate of heaven, he did not take back his cultivation.

And the man never came back.

He seems to have never been in this world, and no one remembers him except himself.

Zhuang Wujing looked at the puddle of water on the ground, flicked his finger lightly, and the water on the ground splashed into the sky like a splash.

Then the sky gradually darkened and gray, and a gust of cold wind blew by.

Someone raised his head and shouted: "Ah, why is it snowing all the time?"

Snow feathers began to fall from the sky without warning.

Many people raised their heads and shouted, "Strange, why is it still snowing?"

"Hiss, it's a bit cold, hurry back first."

People on the street covered their heads and ran back one after another.

So the street, which was still very noisy just now, went clean all of a sudden.

Only Zhuang Wujing stood on the street of Yong'an, let the goose feather heavy snow fall on his shoulders and hair, and after a while, his black hair was dyed into white hair.

The snow fell harder and harder, and someone hid under the eaves and shouted: "That Taoist priest, quickly hide in, this snow is too unusual, it may be harmful to people's health."

Someone also handed Zhuang Wujing an umbrella. Zhuang Wujing shook his head, just stretched out his hand, looked at the snowflakes falling on his hand, and said: "Snow and frost are all over my head, and my head is also white. I have white head, it's up to you yes, where are you?"

On this day, Yong'an inexplicably had a heavy snowfall.

And on the street of Yong'an, a blue-robed Taoist, covered in frost and snow, walked on the street with few people.

Seems to be looking for someone.

Because an old beggar asked him, "Master Taoist, it's so cold and you're still on the street, who are you looking for?"

The Taoist said: "Look for a wife."

The old beggar said with a smile: "Your wife is really self-willed. Don't worry about not going home in such a heavy snowfall!"

The Taoist said: "Yes, so I have to let him go home quickly."

Zhuang Wujing came to Epiphyllum Village, but on the stone outside the village, it was no longer 'Epiphyllum Village' but 'Anle Village'.

When Zhuang Wujing walked into the village, he didn't see the epiphyllum that could be seen everywhere in the past.

When he came to Zhuang Cui's stall selling cakes, Zhuang Cui's familiar loud voice was still heard. When Zhuang Cui faced Shang Zhuang Wujing, he was terrified, wiped his hands clean, and said: "Zhuang Zu, Zhuang Zu, you are back ah."

Zhuang Wujing said, "Do you remember Fang Wu?"

Zhuang Cui didn't understand, so she said, "Fang Wu? Who is Fang Wu?"

Zhuang Wujing said: "I married him back then, and he also lived in your house. How could you not remember?"

Zhuang Cui blushed with anxiety, and said, "I really don't remember." Zhuang Cui pulled Miao Zi and A Mu over, and asked, "Do you remember that a person named Fang Wu once lived here."

Miaozi and Amu kept shaking their heads, looking at Zhuang Wujing in trepidation.

Zhuang Wujing asked: "When did this place become Anle Village? Wasn't it the Epiphyllum Village before?"

Zhuang Cui hurriedly replied: "Two years ago, for some reason, all the Epiphyllum in the village withered overnight, and since then no Epiphyllum has grown again. The village chief thinks the meaning of 'Flash in the Epiphyll' is too unlucky, So it was renamed."

A flash in the pan, never to return, is that so?

Zhuang Wujing closed his eyes, opened them again, turned around, and left.

Zhuang Cui shouted from behind: "Zhuang Zu, why don't we think about it again, you should rest here first."

Zhuang Wujing walked into a wine inn.

He ordered a jug of wine and sat at the table by the window, drinking the wine with a cold expression while looking out the window.

At this moment, an old man on crutches approached Zhuang Wujing.

Zhuang Wujing raised his head, it was the old gentleman who taught Zhuang Huzi.

The old man was already very old, and his back could not stand straight anymore. He looked at Zhuang Wujing and said, "Zhuang Zu, you are back?"

Zhuang Wujing nodded lightly.

The old teacher said: "Hey? Why didn't you bring your wife back? He gave birth to four sons?"

Zhuang Wujing shook the hand holding the jug, looked at the old gentleman, and said, "His name is Fang Wu, and she is my wife, do you remember?"

The old man said: "Of course I remember, your wife is very beautiful, even more beautiful than the fairy in the sky, I also gave him two pots of wine called 'Xiangai', can he give it to you? Hey, your wife's temper is like my wife's temper. Back then, there was a struggle, by the way, speaking of my wife, she is still waiting for me to eat at home, I have to go back."

The owner of the liquor seller laughed loudly: "Old man, you are confused again. Your daughter-in-law has been there for decades. You, at your age, stop drinking, and you will become even more confused."

The liquor seller said to Zhuang Wujing again: "Don't believe what he said, the old man is getting old, he often talks nonsense, it's usually just in his own head, it's not true."

The old gentleman said: "Ah? My wife has gone? Nonsense, my wife is only less than twenty, where are you going?"

The liquor seller didn't say anything, just helped the old man to leave.

Zhuang Wujing poured the wine into his mouth.

Out of the wine inn.

Zhuang Wujing arrived at the ferry and looked at the boats at the ferry. They used to catch fish on the boat, but now the fish are still there but no one is there.

Leaving here, go to other places, the ends of the earth, you will always find him.

"Zhuang Zu! Zhuang Zu! Zhuang Zu!"

Zhuang Wujing was about to board the boat, but he heard a child calling him.

When he turned around, he saw Zhuang Huzi coming over with something. Two years later, Zhuang Huzi was taller and thinner than before, but he still looked like a tiger.

As soon as Zhuang Huzi saw Zhuang Wujing, he handed the package to Zhuang Wujing and said, "There is a jug of wine and an empty wine jug here, someone asked me to give it to you."

Zhuang Wujing took it and opened it. There was a jug of wine and an empty jug, which was given to Fang Wu by the old gentleman that day.

Zhuang Wujing said hoarsely, "Who told you to give it to me? When?"

Zhuang Huzi said: "I... I can't remember who asked me to give it to you. I just remember that there was such a person who asked me to give it to you. It seems to be two years ago...but it's so strange. I can't remember who he is."

Zhuang Wujing turned around and said: "I see, you go first."

Zhuang Huzi nodded, then jumped away.

It's just that before Zhuang Huzi went far, Zhuang Wujing was already holding the jug, knelt on the ground, and said softly, "Help..."

Immediately afterwards, tears burst into tears, and Zhuang Wujing's voice became hoarse, as if all the pain in his heart was gushing out, "Help...help...help...help...Fang Wu ...Fang Wu...help...Fang Wu..."

No one would have imagined that Zhuang Wujing, who had always been aloof and indifferent, was kneeling on the ground in such a state of embarrassment at this moment, holding the flagon called 'Xiang Ai', crying, "Help." And that voice "Fang Wu."

Passers-by looked at Zhuang Wujing and whispered to each other.

But Zhuang Wujing seemed to be unable to hear or see anything. He just hugged "Xiangai" tightly and fell into the altar. He was extremely embarrassed and let others laugh at him.

A breeze blows.

The sound of paddling the oars gently entered the ears, and then someone said: "Zhuang Wujing, you are so embarrassed, why are you crying my name in public? Hurry up and get on the boat." You are shameless, I want shame."

Zhuang Wujing raised his head, and saw a man in Tsing Yi holding a paddle on a boat in the lake, looking at him with a smile.

He has exquisite eyebrows, long hair reaching his waist, a simple jade hairpin inserted obliquely on his head, fair complexion, a pair of narrow and long eyes, but the tip of his eyebrows is slightly raised, and when he doesn't smile, he is extremely cold and cold. The spring breeze in the severe cold instantly melted the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month.

It seems to be a person in a fairy, but also a person in a dream.

Zhuang Wujing looked at the man, his voice trembling, and called, "Fang Wu."

Fang Wu clicked his tongue, "Here, come up!"

Then, there was the sound of oars falling into the water, and two people embracing were reflected on the lake.

At this time, it is spring, peach blossoms are flourishing, it is a good day for spring breeze, wine and you!

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It's over, I know it's going to be a little bit sooner.This is the longest word count since Ah Yang wrote the article for more than a year.Maybe it has something to do with my temperament. My article pace will be very fast. I will talk about a lot of things in one chapter, and I will gradually improve it in the future. I also hope that the little cutie can accompany me to improve.

Speaking of Fang Wu, the protagonist in the non-traditional sense can be said to be a villain, but I just want this villain to be the protagonist. I want him to be cute, not fake, vicious, scheming, stupid, arrogant, selfish, But he is also a little cute, he is a little tsundere, he will get lost, and sometimes he is kind.

As far as I am concerned, everyone can be a protagonist.Although, I still don't have the ability to plump up every character in my writing, so as not to become a vassal of the protagonist. Personally, I don't like facial expressions. Why?Because I don’t like that some characters in the book are just reduced to NPCs who can improve the protagonist’s IQ and give the protagonist a good time. , There will be many catastrophes on the way of life, they are not perfect, but sometimes it will be enough to move you a little.

The next article is still Gudan, because I found that Gudan allows me to add some elements I like as I like, to be more unswervingly romantic, to be more able to hate the family and the country, of course it is also for me personally Ha ha.

If you are interested, you can click in and bookmark "2019 To Be Opened", the name of the document has not yet been decided.Also an unconventional protagonist and an unconventional attack.

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