Shuang Hua You Nuo

In the pitch-black world, Xiao Xingchen stumbled and groped forward

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where is thisWhat about Zichen?

"Haha, who are you looking for?"

The man with an evil smile held his sword in his arms, as if he had seen something interesting, and looked at him playfully.

"Xue Yang..." Xiao Xingchen saw the man's face clearly, and immediately turned pale, as if falling into an ice cave. "It's you? What did you do to Zichen?"

"What can I do to him? Didn't you... that high and mighty Daoist priest... pierced his heart with a sword? You won't forget, right?"

Xiao Xingchen froze in his heart, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground. Xue Yang's face and the world gradually turned into a cloud of mist to envelop him.

"I... killed Zichen? Was it... me? Why can't I remember?"

Xiao Xingchen covered his head with trembling hands in pain, no!wrong!

Zichen...Aqing...Qingyi... Xue Yang was already dead, and he and Aqing had to be treated by Qingyi, Zichen also got rid of his identity as a murderous corpse, no!

Xiao Xingchen opened his eyes abruptly, and the blue bed curtain on the top of the bed came into view. This is... Poyang Lake... Changshan Island?Turn your head, the morning light outside the window is just right.

Xiao Xingchen sat up while clutching his heavy head, his underwear was soaked in cold sweat.

This dream is too real, it hits people's hearts and makes people afraid.

Xiao Xingchen sat blankly for a while, and his memory gradually came back.

Yesterday Qing Yi treated someone's illness and got two jars of good wine. To celebrate A-Qing's acquisition of a handy weapon, the four of them had a drink, but the drink ended up getting too high.

It's rare that Zichen is still very drunk, Xiao Xingchen smiled when he thought of the way he was holding his shiny eyes.

Zichen was like a child when he was drunk, not noisy, but also very clingy, especially when he woke up the next day and couldn't remember anything.

But... how could I have such a dream?Dreaming about the scene I was most afraid of back then.

Or... this is not a dream, but a demon?

Before Xiao Xingchen could think deeply, Song Lan's cold voice downstairs took his thoughts away.

Looking around, Qingyi was sitting on the recliner in front of the door, eating snacks and watching the fun.

A-Qing was being instructed by Zichen to use the imperial envoy's talisman.

Hearing the movement, Qingyi flew to sit by the window of Xiao Xingchen's room, "Daoist Xiao is awake? Haha... A-Qing woke me up to practice with her this morning like a joke, but accidentally woke up Daoist Song. Daoist Song was afraid that she would wake you up, so he taught her to let Qianfeng recognize the Lord, and taught her to do so."

Xiao Xingchen couldn't help laughing when he heard that.

Looking down, Zichen's complexion was frosty, and he was explaining the formula to A-Qing. As expected, A-Qing wrinkled his face with bitterness, and listened seriously.

A-Qing had always been most afraid of Song Lan, acting like a spoiled child was useless to Song Lan, and even got slapped in the palm of her hand, it was really hard.

"Let this girl suffer more, otherwise she won't be able to control her wildly."

Xiao Xingchen chuckled, and washed slowly.

Zichen had always known the seriousness, and that girl Aqing looked afraid of him, but she was really close to him, and now she was probably afraid of being punished.

In the past, the little Taoist priests in Baixue Temple were also most afraid of Zichen, seeing him was like a little mouse seeing a cat, the most polite.

Little did he know that this person had always been soft-hearted. From a distance, he looked like a bright and chilly moon, but he knew how to be soft and ironed when he touched it.

Xiao Xingchen listened attentively to what was going on downstairs, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Heavy heart from being haunted by nightmares all night

, it is slowly comfortable and relaxed, and a heart is no longer wandering without a place to fall.

The hand on the table accidentally touched a cold object, touched it, Xiao Xingchen was taken aback, and a soft smile appeared on his lips.

That day, I accidentally mentioned that the green bamboo in the forest is very good, and it can make two bamboo cups, but I didn't expect this person to actually make a pair.She was also teased by A-Qing for her poor workmanship and lack of elegance.

The breeze blew in, and the wind chimes on the corner of the eaves rang crisply, mixed with Qing Yi's laughter, "Did Daoist Xiao not practice swords with Daoist Song today?"

Xiao Xingchen smiled, the sword fell to the ground, and said, "Of course I want it."

The piercing sword is as bright as moonlight, colder than ice, flying freely with the life and death of the two people fighting each other.

Shuanghua can blow the snow, such a wonderful sword move, such a dangerous beauty, is simply intoxicating.

Qingyi and A-Qing sat at a small square table beside them, drying the herbs they picked, while watching the two practice their swords.

Qian Feng was pinned in A-Qing's hair, and the tassel swayed as she moved, staring at the two of them intently.

"When I learn these moves, I'm going to beat the shit out of scoundrels like Xue Yang!"

Qingyi scratched her nose with a smile, "It's like falling flowers and flowing water! If the Taoist priest heard you say... um.

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A-Qing put down the hand that covered Qingyi's mouth, and rubbed it flatteringly, "Yes, it's falling flowers and flowing water!"

Qingyi smiled and blinked, and said, "We, A-Qing, are heroines, so we can definitely do it!"

The scenery of Poyang Lake is beautiful, especially when the setting sun is setting in the west.

Song Lan stood on the shore in a black Taoist robe, half of his face was illuminated by the setting sun, and his handsome silhouette was particularly eye-catching.

Beside him is a willow tree with a crooked neck hanging in the water

, the pink lotus in front of him is in full bloom, and a red carp leaps out of the water to beg for food from time to time.

Xiao Xingchen suddenly came back to his senses, his face flushed.

They have known each other for many years since they came out of the mountains when they were young and returned to the world now.I was stunned by his appearance, so useless!

Although upset in his heart, Xiao Xingchen spread out a piece of rice paper in his hand.

Concentrating on picking up the pen, the pink lotus stretches on the paper, the weeping willow is soft, the Taoist in black looks down at the red carp jumping out of the water, his eyes are cold and arrogant, and his eyebrows are picturesque.

Even if you close your eyes, you can still think of the dark color in his eyes, the slight curve of his lips and the coldness between his brows.

Xiao Xingchen put down his pen and looked at his scroll.

Although I haven't painted for many years, I have never done it by hand.Although privately peeping at Zichen and drawing his portrait privately is not a gentleman, but he probably wouldn't care if he thought about it.

"I didn't expect Daoist Master to draw so well! Daoist Song's cockroaches are all in it, as if they were alive, really amazing."

Xiao Xingchen carefully pressed the painting scroll with the inkstone, shook his head and said, "This is not so good, my painting skills are average, what you said, I can only draw Zichen's, um... probably because I have painted more Right. Zichen is really good at painting. He is especially good at painting plums, white snow and red plums, which are his favorite scenery."

Qingyi smiled even deeper when she heard the words, and agreed: "Song Dao is like a plum, Xiao Dao is like you, Xiao Lian. You are a gentleman among flowers, and you are also a gentleman among people."

Just at this time Song Lan came in from the door, Xiao Xingchen couldn't help raising his eyebrows at him and said, "Zichen, you came just in time. Didn't Qingyi praise you just now?"

Hearing this, Song Lan looked at the two of them in doubt, asking questions.

Qing Yi rolled her eyes, and said with a smile: "Just now, Daoist Xiao said that I wish you a happy plum. People are like plum blossoms, frost and snow, and a gentleman. He just returned..."

His subordinates quickly rolled up the scroll, and Xiao Xingchen opened his eyes wide and looked at Qingyi, who was really blushing and breathless when he was talking nonsense.

Song Lan frowned and glanced at the two of them, knowing that they were laughing again, but...seeing the smiling faces of the two, it was the first time that Xingchen was so close to a woman...so close.

Song Lan shook her head, why was she so depressed?

Suppressing complicated thoughts, Song Lan lowered his eyes and took out a letter from his sleeve, saying, "Don't make trouble, there is a letter."

The letter was sent by Ouyang Zizhen. It said that they were going to Miaojiang, and there seemed to be evil spirits haunting Moling as they passed by. Please go and have a look when you have time.

After reading the letter, Xiao Xingchen looked up at Song Lan, "Zichen, what do you think?"

"You can go and have a look."

Xiao Xingchen nodded with a smile, "I was just about to tell you. Since I have regained my sight, I don't need to stay here. Why don't you go back to Baixue Temple after this matter."

Song Lan was taken aback for a moment, and there was some worry in his eyes, "Xingchen?"

Xiao Xingchen looked at the worried look in Song Lan's eyes, but his expression was extremely calm. "I said before that I want to accompany you back to Baixue Temple. I also promised to enjoy the snow scene together."

"You... heard?"

Xiao Xingchen lowered his eyes, even though he was in the spirit lock bag at that time, he didn't realize nothing.

Like a dream but not a dream, there is always a familiar voice, saying that he wants to watch the snow with him, take him to walk all over the rivers and mountains, let him understand, it turns out...the world still has concerns, so that he can't leave cruelly, and gave him time and time again. One time strength to support it.

Song Lan was silent for a moment, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and said, "That's fine."

The next day, the four of them packed up their belongings and left Poyang Lake.It is said to be all items, but in fact there are only medicinal materials collected by Qingyi, gold and silver treasures and underwear.

As for the cabin...

According to what Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan said, Qingyi summoned the brother and sister on the island who were rescued by the villagers due to the early death of their parents.

The two brothers and sisters had only heard that a few immortals had come to the island, but this was the first time they had seen them.

It really is a fairy!They have never seen such a good-looking person since they were young, and the eyes of the two brothers and sisters are full of curiosity, awe and fear.

Until the four left, they still couldn't believe that this beautiful house belonged to them just like that.

Qingyi closed the courtyard door casually, and smiled slightly as she looked at the siblings who were still standing there foolishly.

Unexpectedly, the two Taoist priests gave the house away like this, but this place is not their home after all, and this approach is also in line with the temperament of the two Taoist priests.

The wind chimes made of shells on the eaves of the second floor are ringing crisply, the lotus in the lake is graceful and graceful, and the bamboo shadows are whirling behind the house. After all, it is a place where I have lived for a long time.

The four of them looked back for a moment, and finally boarded the boat and floated away.

Since then, it is rumored that the immortal living in seclusion on Changshan Island has disappeared.

The author has something to say:

Hmm... I'm going to move Daochang's emotional line, the two girls will be assisted by God, I will try my best to let them live a happy two-person world earlier