[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

There was a hunting sound.

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The sleeves are about to fly, and the fog is light and red.

The mellow Qiang wine slid into the throat, burning a piece of fiery blazing.Yang Jian held up the pottery bowl halfway, and a mist flickered in his eyes.

I thought I wasn't drunk.

"Am I so good-looking? Why are your eyes straight?"

The silk, bamboo and Qiang sounds are still singing in harmony, and they continue their celebration, just like generations of mortals stubbornly returning to their fate to sing in the midst of their sorrows and joys.

Yang Jian looked at the faint blush on her cheeks, his face was still calm, but in fact, it took him a lot of effort to suppress the ripples in his heart, and said officially: "Miss Ao's dance startled Yang Jian. Eye-opener."

Under the urging of Qiang wine, the usually cold eyes revealed a little warmth, and were covered with a layer of clear water mist.Different from Ao Lie's gentleness and humility, he is like a majestic mountain, not approachable, but it makes Ao Cunxin want to go around that person's heart.In that calm and clear heart, a root of love grew, a bloody root of love, which made her jealous, but felt that she had no right to be jealous.

She lowered her head, took the pottery bowl in his hand and put it on the ground, "I'll pass out after a while, I can't hold you back."

He didn't intend to explain, and prevaricated without distraction: "Pain can make people sober, and Yang Jian will always be sober."

Heartbroken poems about the past and the past, I don't know for Qing Chi Qing.

From the middle of the month to the middle of the day, the crowd dispersed one after another, the young man woke up drunk, led the two of them to an empty felt tent, then staggered back to sleep in his own tent.

"Hey wait, we..." Ao Cunxin wanted to hold the party boy to speak clearly, but he didn't stop him.

"It's okay, I'm going to rest for one night, I have business to do tomorrow, I'll just close my eyes outside the tent."

Ao Cunxin looked at him, his foundation was solid, judging from his figure and gait, he could not see the slightest hint of drunkenness, but the bewilderment in his eyes could not deceive anyone. "You have high spell skills, but it's convenient for everyone to come out of the tent."

"Don't reveal your spells in front of mortals. Remember, you and I are just Chinese merchants who got separated from the caravan."

"But this place is so windy..." Ao Cunxin lowered her head.That's right, he has boundless magic power, so how could he care about a little bit of mortal wind.

She raised the curtain and looked back at him again.

"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.

"Have we known each other for a long time? I always feel that we have a long friendship."

friendship is not shallow...

It is not shallow.

As high as tomorrow and the moon, loved ones and couples.

"If you don't want to tell, then I won't ask."

There are only three things, if you really refuse to tell me, I will never ask again in this life.

Yang Jian took a deep look at her, she was neither like her nor like her.

It turned out that leaving him could make her so peaceful and happy.

"It's true that I shouldn't hide it from you. You saved my life, but I tortured you for many, many years. It's that simple."

"How many years are many, many years?"

"One thousand six hundred and fifty two years, nine months and three days."

She wanted to say that I am already this old, but after thinking about it, Yang Jian must also be this old, so it's better not to say it to make people angry.

"It turns out that we have known each other for so long... I heard from Chen Xiang that you are the god of justice, and you are the biggest official in the entire heaven except for the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother. I am an ordinary commoner, but I am worthy of being tortured by the god of justice?" Ao Cunxin smiled. , found this very interesting, "What about me, have I tortured you for more than 1000 years?"

"No."

"You are lying."

"Yang Jian lied a lot, but this sentence is not."

Oh, that's good, very good.

Is this the meaning of the so-called "never tire of staying for a long time"?

Full of joy surged to the corner of his mouth, Ao Cunxin was afraid of being laughed at by Yang Jian, so he hurriedly turned around to return the account, but was held back.

"You're wrong about one thing."

"Huh?" She was worried, unable to figure out what he meant.

"You are not ordinary. In Yang Jian's heart, you will always be irreplaceable."

She turned her head abruptly to meet his bottomless eyes, and the mellow smell of wine lingered in her nose, making her heart tremble slightly.

"I know." She smiled coquettishly.

"you know?"

"You must like me." Looking at Yang Jian's weird face, she smiled even wider, "It was your eyes that told me, I already knew it when I was dancing."

Yang Jian's expression remained motionless, showing no emotion, "Who taught you this?"

She stroked her long hair that was blown by the wind, "You can learn without a teacher."

The next moment, those dark red lips gently kissed her eyelashes, and pressed against her pink lips along the bridge of the beautiful nose, and the heat between her lips and teeth touched her face with the rich aroma of wine.

He is a god, he should be ascetic, he should abide by the precepts, but at this moment, he really wants to kiss her.

The more he wants to stay away, the more he wants to get closer. He has lived for 2000 years, so he has never been so contradictory.

Her body softened and she could hardly stand upright, a pair of warm hands held her waist firmly, it was the kind of warmth she missed when she lived alone in the empty valley.

miss?

She had no time to distinguish this strange word that popped into her mind for no reason, and instinctively raised her hand to wrap his broad and solid shoulders.

But when her hand touched his shoulder, he took half a step back as if awakened from a dream.

All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity.Ao Cunxin was half delighted by his difficult situation, half saddened by another guess, and said with a wry smile: "...What you were thinking just now, was it me or Ao Cunxin?"

Yang Jian looked into her clear eyes, and his heart suddenly throbbed. He was half sober from the wine, and his nails scratched the palm of his hand.

How could he have forgotten that she was no longer his.

"Yang Jian offended, I'm sorry."

She froze for a moment, forced a self-disguised smile, raised her eyebrows lightly, "I have forgotten many things, and I don't care about forgetting one more thing. It's cold here, and you are injured, it's better to get paid, if I'm sick, that boy Chen Xiang will blame me. Master Erlang, please do it yourself, the little girl sleeps first to respect you."

She didn't care whether she should show her spells in front of mortals or not, and she turned into a foot-long dragon, wrapped around Yang Jian's scabbard, with no one around.

Mountains have trees and trees have branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king, do you know?

Fei Lai Heng Yao

After hearing Yang Jian's even breathing, Ao Cunxin climbed out of the scabbard lightly, maintained the dragon's body like a small snake, got out of the felt tent, and sneaked to a deserted place before changing his human form.

With clasped hands and the sound of the mantra, the golden Buddha's light enveloped her, and after a long while, it gradually faded away.

"It's strange... Sister Yunyao said that there is a Buddha bone relic near Yumen Pass. Why can't it be detected? Could it be that someone snatched it first?"

Ao Cunxin tried several times, but still got nothing.

"It's hard to get Yang Jian drunk to have a chance to find the relic, but he can't perceive anything. Could it be that he can only find it by force?"

Ao Cun was not reconciled, he searched for the old birthday man's felt tent, and then searched around the nearby Buddha statue worship platform in the middle of the night, but still made no progress, he was too sleepy to hold on, so he had to go back home.

Just as she was about to set up the tent, she stopped.

What if... tomorrow he wakes up, remembers what he did tonight, and distances himself from now on, what can he do...

What if...he finds out that I am working for his enemy and brings me to justice...

It's better to escape early, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

Ao Cunxin turned around and struggled again: No, I haven't done what I promised to sister Yunyao, so how can I escape?Ao Ling, this is not a choice you should make.

Gathering up the courage to go back to the tent, the moment the felt curtain was put down, the eyes were also dark. Ao Cunxin was used to living alone in the deep sea, and could barely see things in the dark place. Seeing Yang Jian sleeping on his side with his arms folded, his long hair was loose, without Yuan's heart was bleak.

……

You saved my life, but I tortured you for many, many years, it's that simple.

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Things of the past, things long before the memory begins, exist in a vast void, and even if they are told a few words, they will not arouse even a little bit.

In the past years, who was Yang Jian, and who was Ao Ling?

She didn't dare to ask, for fear that the answer she asked would only be an end.

Many things, if you keep thinking about them, will be a knot, so you have to live as usual.

……

It was a rare sunny day when the sun rose in the southeast and shot out ten thousand zhang golden threads.The autumn morning in the desert is particularly cool, and a thin layer of frost has formed on the grass leaves, which has not yet melted away. Looking from a distance, it looks blue and white.

Inside the felt tent, Yang Jian's eyelashes were lightly opened, and a pair of cold eyes were as bright as ever.He habitually reached out to touch the weapon that was supposed to be under the pillow, but found nothing. Then he remembered that Ao Cunxin had to sleep wrapped around the sword last night. By the couch.

last night……

Just outside this tent, he was so close to her, his lips touched her eyelashes and delicate mouth, and they breathed each other.

Yang Jian's heart melted into tenderness, and then he felt a pain, secretly regretting.It's best that she doesn't remember today, it's best that she doesn't get angry at him for being frivolous, it's best that she doesn't leave in a fit of anger.

He turned over and sat up, but first saw the clothes scattered all over the floor, the style and color, of course they were not his own, but more like a woman's belongings, and then glanced at the corner of the tent, the little pink dragon had long since disappeared from the sword. .

Yang Jian quickly touched the neckline and side belt, but they were in good condition.After all, last night he slept in the same room as Ao Cunxin, who had turned into his original body, so he didn't want to be rude, so he didn't even take off his outer shirt and slept with his clothes on.

Although he was drunk the night before, he could still recall the details before and after. He only remembered that he entered the tent with the long sword wrapped around Ao Cunxin, and placed it beside the couch. There was nothing else. Due to the sleep aid of alcohol, it was rare to sleep peacefully, and I never woke up.

But right now, whose clothes are thrown all over the floor?

While he was wondering, the light flashed and the curtain was lifted.

"Wake up, did you sleep well?" Ao Cunxin hugged