Shuang Hua You Nuo

The blue waves on Poyang Lake are vast and boundless, and there are mountains in the lake, with infinite scenery.The people here fish at sunrise and rest at sunset, fishing and picking lotus, living a peaceful life.

On this day, a lone boat floated on a small island in the lake.

There were two men and two women on the boat. The two men carried long swords on their backs. They had handsome faces, one black and one white, one cold and the other warm, like exiled immortals.It's a pity that the white-clothed man's eyes were covered with snow-white bandages, so he couldn't see them.

One of the two women was dressed in red, with a burning red lotus on her forehead, she was cold and beautiful; the other was petite, exquisite, agile and beautiful, it was Song Lan and the four of them.

They left Yunshen I don't know where they wanted to go back to Baixue Temple, but Qingyi said that it was best to find a water area to rest for a while, so the four of them came here.

Hearing that there is a small island in Poyang Lake with pleasant scenery, the four decided to live there for a while.

The name of this island is Changshan Island. Although it is small in size, it is like a piece of sapphire embedded in the lake, but it is also beautiful.

Residents on Changshan Island live by fishing and are extremely simple.At first glance, he saw four fairy-like figures, and invited them to his home as guests.

The so-called hospitality is difficult, but it is not a long-term solution.Xiao Xingchen immediately asked the master to help hire someone to build a wooden house next to a secluded bamboo forest on the island.

Due to the enough money for the employment, in only four days, the two-story exquisite wooden house has been built, and the tables, chairs, benches, bed cabinets and utensils are all ready.Around the end of the day, a fishing boat loaded with white rice, vegetables, fruits, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar also docked, and sent everything on board to the bamboo building.

Sending off the boatman, the four of them will be free.

The first floor is the living room and kitchen utility room, where Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen are preparing dinner.The second floor is divided into five small rooms, with fragrant quilts and soft pillows, and a makeup mirror box. Qingyi is making the bed.

"Daoist... Can I choose a room at will?" A-Qing, who was disgusted by the two places and had nothing to do, wandered around, skipping and jumping downstairs to the kitchen, looking at Xiao Xingchen with shining eyes.

"You and Qingyi choose, it doesn't matter which room Zichen and I live in." Xiao Xingchen was laying hands on Song Lan, when he heard this, he smiled, and without further ado, A-Qing cheered and ran up to the second floor.

Xiao Xingchen listened to the laughter from upstairs with a smile, and couldn't help looking sideways in Song Lan's direction.

Although there was no words, and no figure was seen, the sound of another person's breathing, footsteps, and the sound of water gurgling in the pot could be heard clearly.

Song Lan filled the soup in the pot, turned around and saw Xiao Xingchen seemed to be lost in thought on the small bench.

"Stardust? It's time to change the medicine."

The creamy white ointment was bound layer by layer by snow-white bandages, and Song Lan ironed the bandages tightly and tied them into a beautiful knot.

To this day, he has done these things with ease and incomparably appropriate.

"You haven't practiced swords for a long time, how about a sparring?"

Xiao Xingchen held Shuanghua, his sword hand trembling slightly.He didn't know it, but Song Lan saw everything clearly.

This sword was stained with a lot of innocent blood, it was this sword that pierced through Zichen's chest...

Just when Xiao Xingchen could hardly hold the sword, one hand held his sword hand, and it was Song Lan standing behind him.

"Zi Chen?"

Song Lan's voice was calm, "When you were still awake, I created a set of sword moves and practiced them for you to see."

In front of the window on the second floor, Qingyi and A-Qing stood together, looking at the overlapping figures in the open space downstairs, they smiled at each other tacitly.

As nightfall draws near, fishing boats on the lake dock one after another, and the dots of lights gradually brighten.Thousands of lights are thrown into the lake, which is really moving.The fragrance of vegetables wafts in the evening wind, tempting people to go home.

Song Lan went into the kitchen to bring out the dishes, and Xiao Xingchen had already arranged the dishes. "A-Qing, Qingyi, come down to eat!"

"Here we come!" A-Qing poked his head out from the stairs on the second floor, and bounced downstairs. "Sister Qingyi went out, and she said she would come back immediately."

While talking, Qing Yi carried two jars of wine and pushed the door into the room.As soon as the seal is opened, the fragrance is overflowing.

Song Lan raised her eyes, "Zhuyeqing?"

Qingyi smiled and said: "The two priests reunited, and the new residence was completed, the two priests should drink together for dinner tonight!"

Xiao Xingchen was taken aback, "Me and Zichen?"

"I'm going out tomorrow. A-Qing is too young to drink alcohol. Of course there are only two priests. A-Qing and I will celebrate with tea instead of wine."

Since Qing Yi said so, the two of them naturally did not object.

The wine is excellent, mellow and clear, with a unique flavor.As for the food, the two drank each other, just like before.

The corners of Xiao Xingchen's lips were smiling, drinking one cup after another, but there was a lot of interest in his chest.Song Lan frowned slightly, but did not speak, and continued to drink with him.

Qingyi and A-Qing looked at each other, tacitly cleaned up the dishes, then quietly went upstairs and returned to the room.

A jar of wine gradually bottomed out, and Xiao Xingchen also reached the point where he was slightly tipsy.Song Lan put down the wine glass, held Xiao Xingchen's hand, and stopped his movements.

"Xingchen, be careful of tomorrow's headache."

Xiao Xingchen still smiled, but obediently put down the wine glass in his hand, propped his elbows on the table and tilted his head to look where the sound came from.

"Zichen, are you happy?"

Song Lan paused, with a look of tenderness in his eyes, "I'm very happy."

Xiao Xingchen chuckled when he heard the words, and murmured softly, "I'm also happy, this is like a beautiful dream, it's too unreal, too unreal."

Song Lan lightly took the wine glass away, looked at Xiao Xingchen who had already fallen on the table, and said in a low voice, "It will always be like this in the future. Walk through the world and eliminate evil spirits."

The deep and firm voice wafted through the room, and he didn't know whether it was for himself or Xiao Xingchen.

Helping Xiao Xingchen back upstairs to settle down, Song Lan looked around.The room was furnished by Qingyi, and it was said to be furnished, but in fact there were only bedding and toiletries.But this is the first shelter that belongs to them after Baixue Temple, so it's no wonder that Xingchen is like this.

After being drunk, Xingchen is quite well-behaved, he doesn't drink like crazy, and even wipes his hands and face obediently.

Song Lan tidied up and stuffed him into the bed, raised his eyebrows and shook his head: If he was sober, he would never say these words, and if he thinks about it, he will have to drink more with him in the future.

Thinking of this, Song Lan also washed and lay down beside Xiao Xingchen.Now that I'm drunk, I'm sure I won't be bothered by the effects of the medicine anymore, so I can rest.

In the middle of the night, a figure floated out of the wooden house soundlessly and landed on the river.Under the moonlight, hunting in red is exactly Qingyi who should be sleeping peacefully in the room.

Qingyi glanced back at the wooden house, turned around and went straight to the southwest, stepping on the moon.In less than half an hour, they arrived at a village.

Qingyi slowly fell from the air to the ground, stood with her sleeves rolled up, and said with a sneer: "Come out, you have been looking for me for a long time, but am I afraid to show up when I come?"

"It was you who stole my things and injured me? What method did you use, why the wound couldn't heal?"

A man in white came out slowly from the dense fog at night. He had a handsome face, a smile, and a face full of interest. Unfortunately, one of his sleeves was empty and he was clearly missing an arm.

Qing Yi chuckled, and asked funny, "Your stuff? Xue Yang, are you sure it's yours?"

The white-clothed man's smile faltered, and a fierce look appeared on his face.

Qing Yi was not in a hurry, she just straightened her sleeves slowly, "Why don't you ask him if he is willing? You don't seem to ask others if they are willing. The same is true for taking people's lives, and the same for gouging out people's eyes."

Xue Yang laughed out loud, and then said viciously: "I don't care if they want it or not, what I want, I just take it."

"I hurt you, and your wound is probably still burning like a fire. After chasing so far, it must not be to thank me."

Xue Yang sneered, the surrounding fog slowly dissipated, and Qingyi was surrounded by densely packed corpses.

"You got Xiao Xingchen's soul? You saved him!!!"

"Yes! I saved him!" Qingyi raised her eyes, and looked at the person she wanted to cut to death with a blank expression, "I also saved A-Qing and Song Lan, what do you think? Kill once? Turn into a walking corpse? Live with you in Yicheng for the rest of your life?"

"I can't see that your medical skills are so superb, you can do what Yiling Patriarch couldn't do. If that's the case, why don't we make friends?"

Qing Yi sneered, "Friend? You can't get that word out of your mouth, how disgusting!"

Xue Yang laughed, "You deliver it to your door yourself, don't blame me." After saying that, he waved his arm, and walking corpses quickly surrounded him.

Xue Yang's eyes lit up, and a frenzied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The blue waves on Poyang Lake are vast and boundless, and there are mountains in the lake, with infinite scenery.

The people here fish at sunrise and rest at sunset, fishing and picking lotus, living a peaceful life.

On this day, a lone boat floated on a small island in the lake.

There were two men and two women on the boat. The two men carried long swords on their backs. They had handsome faces, one black and one white, one cold and the other warm, like exiled immortals.

It's a pity that the white-clothed man's eyes were covered with snow-white bandages, so he couldn't see them.

One of the two women was dressed in red, with a burning red lotus on her forehead, she was cold and beautiful.The other one was petite, agile and beautiful, it was Song Lan and his party.

They left Yunshen I don't know where they wanted to go back to Baixue Temple, but Qingyi said that it was best to find a water area to rest for a while, so the four of them came here.

Hearing that there is a small island in Poyang Lake with pleasant scenery, the four decided to live there for a while.

The name of this island is Changshan Island. Although it is small in size, it is like a piece of sapphire embedded in the lake, but it is also beautiful.

Residents on Changshan Island live by fishing and are extremely simple.At first glance, he saw four fairy-like figures, and invited them to his home as guests.

The so-called hospitality is difficult, but it is not a long-term solution.Xiao Xingchen immediately asked the master to help hire someone to build a wooden house next to a secluded bamboo forest on the island.

Due to the enough money for the employment, in only four days, the two-story exquisite wooden house has been built, and the tables, chairs, benches, bed cabinets and utensils are all ready.

Around the end of the day, a fishing boat loaded with white rice, vegetables, fruits, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar also docked, and sent everything on board to the bamboo building.

Sending off the boatman, the four of them will be free.

The first floor is the living room and kitchen utility room, where Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen are preparing dinner.

The second floor is divided into five small rooms, with fragrant quilts and soft pillows, and a makeup mirror box. Qingyi is making the bed.

"Daoist... Can I choose a room at will?" A-Qing, who was disgusted by the two places and had nothing to do, wandered around, skipping and jumping downstairs to the kitchen, looking at Xiao Xingchen with shining eyes.

"You and Qingyi choose, it doesn't matter which room Zichen and I live in."

Xiao Xingchen was laying hands on Song Lan, when he heard this, he smiled, and without further ado, A-Qing cheered and ran up to the second floor.

Xiao Xingchen listened to the laughter from upstairs with a smile, and couldn't help looking sideways in Song Lan's direction.

Although there was no words, and no figure was seen, the sound of another person's breathing, footsteps, and the sound of water gurgling in the pot could be heard clearly.

Song Lan filled the soup in the pot, turned around and saw Xiao Xingchen seemed to be lost in thought on the small bench.

"Stardust? It's time to change the medicine."

The creamy white ointment was bound layer by layer by snow-white bandages, and Song Lan ironed the bandages tightly and tied them into a beautiful knot.

To this day, he has done these things with ease and incomparably appropriate.

"You haven't practiced swords for a long time, how about a sparring?"

Xiao Xingchen held Shuanghua, his sword hand trembling slightly.He didn't know it, but Song Lan saw everything clearly.

This sword was stained with a lot of innocent blood, it was this sword that pierced through Zichen's chest...

Just when Xiao Xingchen could hardly hold the sword, one hand held his sword hand, and it was Song Lan standing behind him.

"Zi Chen?"

Song Lan's voice was calm, "When you were still awake, I created a set of sword moves and practiced them for you to see."

In front of the window on the second floor, Qingyi and A-Qing stood together, looking at the overlapping figures in the open space downstairs, they smiled at each other tacitly.

As nightfall draws near, fishing boats on the lake dock one after another, and the dots of lights gradually brighten.

Thousands of lights are thrown into the lake, which is really moving.The fragrance of vegetables wafts in the evening wind, tempting people to go home.

Song Lan went into the kitchen to bring out the dishes, and Xiao Xingchen had already arranged the dishes. "A-Qing, Qingyi, come down to eat!"

"Here we come!" A-Qing poked his head out from the stairs on the second floor, and bounced downstairs. "Sister Qingyi went out, and she said she would come back immediately."

While talking, Qing Yi carried two jars of wine and pushed the door into the room.As soon as the seal is opened, the fragrance is overflowing.

Song Lan raised her eyes, "Zhuyeqing?"

Qingyi smiled and said: "The two priests reunited, and the new residence was completed, the two priests should drink together for dinner tonight!"

Xiao Xingchen was taken aback, "Me and Zichen?"

"I'm going out tomorrow. A-Qing is too young to drink alcohol. Of course there are only two priests. A-Qing and I will celebrate with tea instead of wine."

Since Qing Yi said so, the two of them naturally did not object.

The wine is excellent, mellow and clear, with a unique flavor.As for the food, the two drank each other, just like before.

The corners of Xiao Xingchen's lips were smiling, drinking one cup after another, but there was a lot of interest in his chest.

Song Lan frowned slightly, but did not speak, and continued to drink with him.

Qingyi and A-Qing looked at each other, tacitly cleaned up the dishes, then quietly went upstairs and returned to the room.

A jar of wine gradually bottomed out, and Xiao Xingchen also reached the point where he was slightly tipsy.

Song Lan put down the wine glass, held Xiao Xingchen's hand, and stopped his movements.

"Xingchen, be careful of tomorrow's headache."

Xiao Xingchen still smiled, but obediently put down the wine glass in his hand, propped his elbows on the table and tilted his head to look where the sound came from.

"Zichen, are you happy?"

Song Lan paused, with a look of tenderness in his eyes, "I'm very happy."

Xiao Xingchen chuckled when he heard the words, and murmured softly, "I'm also happy, this is like a beautiful dream, it's too unreal, too unreal."

Song Lan lightly took the wine glass away, looked at Xiao Xingchen who had already fallen on the table, and said in a low voice, "It will always be like this in the future. Walk through the world and eliminate evil spirits."

The deep and firm voice wafted through the room, and he didn't know whether it was for himself or Xiao Xingchen.

Helping Xiao Xingchen back upstairs to settle down, Song Lan looked around.

The room was furnished by Qingyi, and it was said to be furnished, but in fact there were only bedding and toiletries.

But this is the first shelter that belongs to them after Baixue Temple, so it's no wonder that Xingchen is like this.

After being drunk, Xingchen is quite well-behaved, he doesn't drink like crazy, and even wipes his hands and face obediently.

Song Lan tidied up and stuffed him into the bed, raised his eyebrows and shook his head: If he was sober, he would never say these words, and if he thinks about it, he will have to drink more with him in the future.

Thinking of this, Song Lan also washed and lay down beside Xiao Xingchen.Now that I'm drunk, I'm sure I won't be bothered by the effects of the medicine anymore, so I can rest.

In the middle of the night, a figure floated out of the wooden house soundlessly and landed on the river.Under the moonlight, hunting in red is exactly Qingyi who should be sleeping peacefully in the room.

Qingyi glanced back at the wooden house, turned around and went straight to the southwest, stepping on the moon.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at a village.

Qingyi slowly fell from the air to the ground, stood with her sleeves rolled up, and said with a sneer: "Come out, you have been looking for me for a long time, but am I afraid to show up when I come?"

"It was you who stole my things and injured me? What method did you use, why the wound couldn't heal?"

A man in white came out slowly from the dense fog at night. He had a handsome face, a smile, and a face full of interest. Unfortunately, one of his sleeves was empty and he was clearly missing an arm.

Qing Yi chuckled, and asked funny, "Your stuff? Xue Yang, are you sure it's yours?"

The white-clothed man's smile faltered, and a fierce look appeared on his face.

Qing Yi was not in a hurry, she just straightened her sleeves slowly, "Why don't you ask him if he is willing? You don't seem to ask others if they are willing. The same is true for taking people's lives, and the same for gouging out people's eyes."

Xue Yang laughed out loud, and then said viciously: "I don't care if they want it or not, what I want, I just take it."

"I hurt you, and your wound is probably still burning like a fire. After chasing so far, it must not be to thank me."

Xue Yang sneered, the surrounding fog slowly dissipated, and Qingyi was surrounded by densely packed corpses.

"You got Xiao Xingchen's soul? You saved him!"

"Yes! I saved him!" Qingyi raised her eyes, and looked at the person she wanted to cut to death with a blank expression, "I also saved A-Qing and Song Lan, what do you think? Kill once? Turn into a walking corpse? Live with you in Yicheng for the rest of your life?"

Xue Yang laughed, "You deliver it to your door yourself, don't blame me." After saying that, he waved his arm, and walking corpses quickly surrounded him.

Xue Yang's eyes lit up, and a frenzied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Qingyi raised her eyebrows and smiled, and in the next moment, she appeared in front of Xue Yang like a ghost.

The smile on Xue Yang's face froze instantly, not only the smile froze, but also the whole person could not move.

Qingyi formed a red lotus mark with both hands, and slapped Xue Yang's eyebrows with his palm.

"To answer your question, what I used to hurt you was the Red Lotus Fire, which can burn everything, including your soul. Also, I am most afraid of dying from talking too much."

From the slender and white fingertips, a red lotus slowly emerged, and when it was in full bloom, it was discovered that it was clearly a ball of dancing flames.

"Impossible... who are you... no, you are not human... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Qingyi took a few steps back, watching Xue Yang being surrounded by flames bit by bit, until his soul was burned away, and his body turned into a ball of ashes, completely disappearing from the world.

The walking corpses lost control and still surrounded each other in a daze.

Qing Yi reached out to pick up the Jiang disaster on the ground, looked at the weeping sword spirit in the sword, and sighed inaudibly.

The snow-white sword body was gradually incinerated into molten iron, which dripped on the ground.The sword spirit's face was serene, gradually turning into nothingness.

"It's ridiculous that Xue Yang was so insane that he harmed others and himself, but he didn't know what he was looking for. How can a person who insists on going to hell find warmth."

Qingyi originally wanted to torture Xue Yang and avenge the two priests.But when I saw this person, I lost interest.

Everyone is fine now, why bother to make myself look hateful for such a person.

After cleaning up the walking corpses, the sky was already pale.

Qingyi let out a breath, smiled, and swayed away with her toes lightly.

It wasn't until the figure in red disappeared in the distance that the two walked out from behind a wall.

"I never expected that this Qingyi would have such a skill, but she really doesn't show her face. Lan Zhan, what do you think?"

Wei Wuxian gnawed on the apple, and looked at Lan Zhan who was holding the little apple aside.

"It's really powerful. Xue Yang actually turned himself into a murderous corpse. Fortunately, his soul has dissipated and he is no longer a disaster."

Lan Zhan looked sideways at Wei Wuxian, "The corpses in this village have been wiped out by Qingyi, where shall we go next?"

"Let's go down the mountain and go wherever we don't like it, how about that?"

"it is good."

When dawn comes, the quiet village that has been shrouded in mist all year round dissipates. It is not a bit simple, it seems that it has never been shrouded in haze.

Maybe many years later, this place will be lively again, and people will gather.

In the end, no one will know who has stopped here and who has been buried forever.

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The scumbag author is facing a final exam recently, and it will be updated irregularly. It is estimated that it will be stable and updated after the exam is over (*^ω^*). theater, sideshow or something