[Bao Lian Lantern Heart] Lu Yao Returns to Dream

Tell me about your heartache. "

"It's just a moment of anger just now." Yang Jian's face was slightly cold.

"My sister's mind-reading skills were taught by me personally, so why should Zhenjun hide it from me? If you have love, you will take root, and if you take root, you will be deeply rooted. If you are deeply rooted, you will think hard, and if you think hard, you will be painful. The true king's heart for sister is invisible to the father. But you can see it."

Yang Jian sneered, "Just relying on a strange spell?"

"Not at all. Most of the seeing in the world does not rely on the eyes. There are very few things that can be seen clearly with the eyes, just like I still can't understand what my father thinks in my heart, and I can't understand what my father did back then."

"And then, how did she get out later?"

"It was the Black Lotus Sect, and the people of the Black Lotus Sect took her away. As for the reason, Xiaolong has no time to investigate further." Ao Lie looked away from Yang Jian, deliberately speaking calmly, as if he didn't want to talk deeply. "Dragon Palace has already noticed that my sister is missing, so I tried my best to suppress the news and investigate secretly, hoping not to alarm the higher-ups."

The mysteries of the past are entangled into a mess, and Yang Jian has no intention of sorting them out. "I have asked Chen Xiang to bring Cun Xin back to the Yang Mansion."

Ao Lie nodded, "Alright."

"Yang Jian has something to ask."

Seeing that he spoke solemnly, Ao Lie hurriedly said, "True Monarch, please speak."

"I'm going to cross the Naihe Bridge and go to Mengpo Village, and ask the Bodhisattva to hold the Yuanshen for me."

"No!" Ao Lie was shocked, "That place is in the gap between Yin and Yang, if you are not careful, you will not be able to come back!"

"I have to go." Yang Jian looked coldly in the direction of the Dragon Palace, and punched his heart hard, "Do I, Yang Jian, want to guard this tomb and pay homage to half my life alone? If you fail to grab my soul, I will Even if you split the river of forgetting, you still have to come back, I want to come back and ask her, I am reluctant to forget me."

Meng Po Tea Soup

The Shu Mountains are emerald green, moist and comfortable. The Yang Mansion is located on the far side of the Guanjiang Estuary. It is humble and low-key. If you are not a fellow, you can't tell that this is the mansion where the gods live.

The servants of the Yang family are all little earth immortals with a little knowledge of spells. As the years change, the style of the houses is constantly repaired according to the regulations of the mortal court. Coordination, so that it will not be alternative abrupt.

The surrounding houses have been repaired and repaired, and generations of neighbors have suffered from old age, sickness and death. Yang's mansion is still the pile of bricks and tiles that Yao Ji set up at the beginning, and it has stood upright for 2000 years.

Gray walls and stone walls, cornices and simple windows, compared with the carved railings of Zhuhu, there is an unconventional and timeless elegance.A chestnut horizontal plaque hangs on the lintel, and the word "Yang Fu" is cast in bronze, which is still in the ancient style. The iron ring on the black lacquered wooden door has been polished smooth and shiny.

Chen Xiang pushed open the door, walked through the porch, strode into the main courtyard, and called his family to put away the boxes of clothes and jewelry that Ao Cunxin brought back from Xiazhou.

In the courtyard is a square platform made of stone for the owner to feast on and enjoy the moon. At this time, some military equipment is being piled up in different categories.There is also a horizontal plaque under the eaves of the main house, which reads "Great virtues are mediocre".

Ao Cunxin's crimson embroidered shoes slightly kicked the hem of her skirt, and followed her into the courtyard.

……

"One kowtow—"

The red carpet spreads on the floor, and the wind blows the curtains.

"Two kowtows—"

The red candles are happy, and the setting sun is just right.

"Three kowtows—"

Pearls and emeralds ring softly, and the wedding dress is beautiful.

……

Yang Chan had already come out to greet her, she was delighted and surprised to see Ao Cunxin, and hurriedly walked into the hall to watch tea.

Ao Cunxin took a look around, and there were a few short tables in the main hall, and some antiques were displayed on the east and west sides, and there were two sliding doors leading to the backyard corridor in the north, and there were some household items such as candle lamps and potted plants, which were indistinguishable from ordinary people's residences. very different.

Yang Jian didn't come back with them, coincidentally the Meishan brothers and Xiao Tiangou had gone to the front line again, so Yang Chan was the only master in the big mansion, who was gentle, smiling, and Erya Tingting.

Chen Xiang listened to the two sisters-in-law chatting, from the scenery of Kyushu to anecdotes, but she didn't talk about Yang Jian, so she felt bored, so she left and prepared to go to the military camp, but was stopped by Yang Chan.

"How many times have you, Uncle Kang, told you that if you don't want to be formally enlisted, then don't meddle in military affairs. The barracks allows you to come in and out, all for your uncle's sake. If there is any leakage of secrets, you You should be suspected, and even your uncle should be held responsible. I brought you here to help him take care of his family, so you should be quiet. "

Although Chen Xiang was not happy, he had to obey.He knew very well in his heart that the so-called "taking care of the family" was just a rhetoric.Everyone in the Yang family, except him, who is surnamed Liu, has received immortality, so where does he need to take care of?It's just that after he and Xiaoyu got married, their family moved back to Huashan, and my uncle never visited them again, which made my mother feel a little uneasy.

Ao Cunxin saw that Chen Xiang had to be by the side as a junior, and knew that he was bored, so she asked him about his martial arts insights.Chen Xiang really got excited, and wanted to show his uncle the image of "teaching his nephew well", digging through the [-] books that he was forced to memorize back then, picking up some inscrutable theories, and talking about it, to show it directly. Mouth and tongue were dry, but he didn't feel it was enough, so he dragged Ao Cunxin to the courtyard to perform and discuss.

When the sunset was fading away, Chen Xiang was finally tired of playing monkeys, leaning on the steps with a piece of grass in his mouth, crossed his legs and bumped his feet, "I have talked about so many strange moves, in fact, in general martial arts, ingenious moves are second, and the most important thing is Strength. If you don’t have enough strength, it’s not a problem if you meet an ordinary little demon, but if you meet someone as experienced as my uncle... Back then, my daughter-in-law ate the wick of a lotus lamp and carried ten thousand years of mana, but she couldn’t support my uncle’s Ten strokes, for a thin and weak person like you, it is estimated that even three moves will be difficult."

"Your uncle, your uncle, he always talks about your uncle. Hey, I heard that he had a dead wife. What kind of person is she?"

"Death..." Chen Xiang constricted his chest with a mouthful of old blood.

Okay, okay, you are Ao Cunxin, you have the final say.

Chen Xiang suddenly understood something, and laughed mischievously, "If you want me to help you, just tell me!"

Ao Cunxin had dark lines on her face, and the slightly fiery temperature on her face made her lose the strength to fight back.

Chen Xiang had long regarded her as an old friend, and there were few taboos in words, and he joked with joy: "Do you know? My uncle was born so upright, but apart from my mother's friend, the fairy in the sky can't speak with him." I don't dare, so when I saw you holding my uncle's hand, I knew you were a big deal!"

Ao Cunxin squinted at Chen Xiang's smug little face, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that he needed a beating, "You kid is crooked there like an old man, you don't even bat an eyelid when you brag, come, come, let's compete. "

The two stood still in the field, closed their eyes and meditated, and their souls came out of their bodies.

In the void, one person and one dragon flashed and retreated, the dragon chanted and the people whistled, and the Buddha's light shone everywhere.After the number is combined, the power of the people is getting stronger and the power of the dragon is getting weaker.

"Hahahaha, Aunt Ao, this is called the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and the front waves 'die' on the beach!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the black smoke scattered in the golden Buddha's light, and the purple glow appeared in the eyes of Fen Long, and Chen Xiang was tightly bound by overwhelming power.Chen Xiang saw that this move was aggressive, but he couldn't use his ultimate move to fight back, so he had to bear it with luck. Unexpectedly, when the two forces collided, a cold air invaded along the skin. Back to the body.

A wave of great sadness rushed into his heart, Ao Cunxin gathered himself together, said that he was tired, and left the scene.

The autumn wind blew over the branches, the dead leaves fluttered, and the red ropes and copper bells tied to the branches made a tinkling sound, as if a poem without rhyme that had been passed down for thousands of years.

In the shortness of breath, teardrops gushed out like a tide, and the sadness on the corners of the eyes and brows fluttered down with the trembling long eyelashes.

Previously, Yang Chan said that the vacant guest room was adjacent to the residence of the Meishan brothers. She was worried about her inconvenience and wanted to let her live in her bedroom, but she declined.

There is only one wall between Yang Chan and Chen Xiang's bedroom, which was originally the residence of the three brothers and sisters of the Yang family.In her current state, she didn't dare to be heard by others.

Ao Cunxin hurried back to the room, tightened the door with a bang, and threw herself on the bed.

The overwhelming chill rolled over, she pulled off the quilt and wrapped her body tightly, shivering continuously.The unbearable sadness bound a heart tightly, and the turbulent tears wet the soft bed sheet along the corners of his eyes.

The chill originated from the depths of the bones and traveled all over the limbs, but the tears were as hot as fire.Her teeth chattered from the cold, she hugged herself tightly and curled up into a small ball.

"help me……"

Knowing that no one can save her, she keeps talking to herself like this every time.She desperately lowered her voice and sobbed, tightly pressing her head that was about to explode in pain.

"Who am I... who am I..."

The overlapping figures were chaotic in front of her eyes, and whenever she wanted to grab something, those images flowed out of her mind, and more doubts poured into her chaotic thoughts again.Unknown people appeared one by one, their faces could never be seen clearly, and what they were saying could never be heard clearly. Their lips opened and closed, laughing or crying, all distorted into the appearance of teeth and claws.

Like a dream, not a dream.

This is not a dream of a dream. It has been a dream for 45 years.

A gentle hand held her hand, like the straw before falling into the abyss.The chill gradually subsided, and the chaos in front of my eyes gradually condensed into the same face, dark pupils, straight nose, thin lips...

He is back?

"Who let you in?" Her voice was still trembling.

"Is it better? Would you like to ask a gentleman to take a look?"

That face became more and more clear, with soft lines and beautiful eyes.

"I'm fine, I'm sick. Don't ask anything, don't say anything, sister Chan."

……

Yang Jian walked along the long and narrow Naihe Bridge alone. Under the bridge was the source of the Wangchuan River. The bridge was covered with fog, and the opposite bank was invisible, as if it would never end.

I don't know how long I walked in the mist, and I vaguely saw a large courtyard with hundreds of corridors around it, with terraces on both sides and pots next to it.