[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

On this day, the clouds scattered and the snow stopped, and it was a blue sky for thousands of miles.

This day and night, Li Xunhuan visited the Zhao residence at night.

The moon hangs in the middle.

The night is deep.

The magnificent mansion in the past, under the snow cover, can be seen everywhere, bright and clean, resplendent and majestic, it seems to be in the fairy garden of the Western Paradise, and there is not even half a filth.

Clean and silent.

Li Xun Huan walked among them, he couldn't even hear the chirping of birds and insects.

It's like death.

The penetrating coolness invaded silently from the fingertips, cheeks and ears, which was three points colder than the outside and inside of the house.

With a slight smile, Li Xun Huan pulled out the hip flask from his waist and took a big gulp.

The mouth is full of fragrance, and the heat flows into the throat, and I feel the whole body is warm and melting, the fire is burning, and I am happy like a fairy.

"Good wine!"

He sighed, like a romantic drinker wandering the rivers and lakes and never returning home at night.

The drinker walked slowly and unsteadily in Zhao Ling'an's mansion, but with a sense of confidence in his steps, he walked straight and firmly through the layers of pavilions, deep corridors, and walked to a wide open space without hesitation. .

It was as if he had been here countless times before.

The open space is located in the garden, and there is a rockery lake.

The weather is very cold, and the clear and clear water in the past has been hidden under the thick layer of ice. Looking at it under the moon, it looks like a bright mirror.

There is a small vermilion pavilion standing on the lake, which is independent, there is no plaque on it, no place to rely on, and there is no man-made road beside the lake.

In this vast and cold night, I suddenly felt a little noble and lonely.

There was already a person in the pavilion, tall and slender, wearing a coir raincoat and a pointed bamboo hat, his face was hidden under it, and the outline could not be seen clearly.

The man held a slender stick in his hand and hung it far above the lake, not knowing why.

Li Xun Huan smiled, he gave up his lightness kung fu, walked slowly on the ice layer, and walked towards Zhu Ting step by step.

Under the bright moon, the young man walks on the ice of the lake, like walking on flat ground.

As he got closer, he saw that the man in coir raincoat was holding a long and slender fishing rod, the hook was deep under the ice and disappeared.

One person, one pavilion and one lake, fishing alone in the cold river and snow.

"The night is just right and the fish are plump. Would you like a jug of fine wine, brother?"

Li Xun Huan said with a smile, he threw the jug casually.

The jug draws an arc in the air, and the transparent wine is vaguely seen swirling rapidly without spilling a single drop.

The man in the coir raincoat didn't say a word, he raised his hand neatly, and the wine pot fell into his palm, just like a baby swallow returning to its nest and a weary bird returning to the forest.

He bowed his head and took a long breath: "Good wine!"

Li Xun Huan's wine is definitely a good wine.

There is no one good wine in a thousand.

The man in coir raincoat sighed again.

"It's a pity that although this wine is good, I don't have a good taste today."

Li Xunhuan heard the words.

“How come you see?”

"You are not a good person, you are not a good person, no matter how good the wine is, I will not drink it."

The man in coir raincoat had a deep and slow voice, and his tone was calm and calm, as if he was saying wise words.

He always thought so,

Besides, in this world, his words are already wise words.

Li Xunhuan came to his side, bent down and sat down casually, he slightly bent one leg, turned his head to look at the man in coir raincoat, and smiled casually. A bit young and chivalrous, just looking at it makes people feel happy.

"I thought it was time for you to come find me today."

Not paying attention to what the man in coir raincoat said, he raised his hand and said that the man in coir raincoat took off his bamboo hat.

"You know I never like the way you wear a bamboo hat."

"I know you don't like it yourself."

Li Xunhuan said.

The man in coir raincoat snorted, his face in the moonlight was clearly defined, so pale and handsome that it outshone the moonlight by three points.

He was still clinging to the fishing rod in his hand, but he finally turned his head.

"You should be glad that I came to see you wearing a bamboo hat."

"If I don't wear it for a day, on that day, you will die or I will die."

Li Xun Huan listened with a smile, without saying a word.

When the man saw it, he stopped talking harshly.

He knew it was useless to talk, so he simply changed the subject.

"Did you find out anything about Yaohu Yechu?"

"I found a man named Juan Changfeng." Li Xunhuan looked at the bamboo hat in his hand, his eyes were gentle and flexible, as if he was holding a most beautiful flower.

"Unfortunately, he died."

The coir raincoat said: "That's all?"

"Of course it's more than that."

Li Xun Huan gently put the bamboo hat aside, and suddenly looked up at the man in coir raincoat.

"Others, I think you should know better than me."

There is still a smile on his lips, but there is no smile in his eyes, they are pitch black, not sharp, nor cold and scorching. bone.

The man in the coir raincoat was suddenly burned, and the burning pain hit, but it finally turned into a fine numbness that penetrated to the bone.

He sighed a long time, suppressed all the trembling, and said casually: "I didn't intend to hide it from you."

"It's really you."

Li Xunhuan said.

"Why did you make this scene of the fox coming out at night?"

The man in coir raincoat said lightly, "Because I'm weird."

"Above the court hall, every one of them is a statue made of paper puppets and mud. Their faces are clear and bright, their faces are full of benevolence and righteousness, but their hearts are vicious and ruthless. They are full of self-interest. They kill people when they raise their hands, and they kill people when they open their mouths." Under the court, the soldiers in the army die early, and the small officials in the city are as rich as oil."

"I feel strange."

"In the market, scholars have no strength to restrain a chicken, no ambition to carry a fortune, are not good at learning, are not good at doing, eat precious delicacies, talk nothing, are arrogant, pedantic and stupid, but they are famous on the list and honor their ancestors."

"I feel strange."

"Thousands of miles of famine, the father eats the son, the wife kills the husband, the son abandons the mother, and finally arrives at the city, but the flesh and blood are turned into dry bones under the city wall."

"I feel strange."

"There are still many things I don't know, don't understand, it's strange."

"This is much more difficult than cultivating immortals."

The coir raincoat man looked at Li Xunhuan.

"If you don't understand, you have to find a way to figure it out. If you don't know, you have to let yourself know."

"But many people disagree and don't understand." He laughed mockingly: "So I will give them a reason and give me an excuse."

Li Xun Huan looked at him, and suddenly reached out and snatched the jug from him.

He raised his head and took a sip, then looked down at him again.

"You already have an East Factory."

"Not enough." The coir raincoat said.

Li Xun Huan looked at him quietly: "Just because it's not enough, because it's strange that you don't understand, so there are so many people who deserve to die?"

"Correct."

"If I understand clearly, there will be countless people living in this world."

Li Xunhuan suddenly smiled faintly.

"Your Majesty, why make excuses for your own desires and fears?"

"Even if you say that, I don't think those people deserve to die."

"Even less will cooperate with you to find a murderer."

The man in coir raincoat, Zhu Jianshen, twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered.

"If you can't find it, you will die."

Li Xun Huan shook his head and sighed: "Since I can't risk the world's turmoil to kill the real murderer, and I can't find a fake murderer for you, naturally I can only wait for death."

He looked up to the sky and said with a smile:

"Death, maybe it's a good thing."

"is not it?"

He turned his head slightly to look at Zhu Jianshen.

His eyes, like willow branches blown by the spring breeze, are gentle and flexible, and like sea water under the summer sun, they are full of pleasant vitality.

It seems that no matter how much darkness, filth and filth we have seen, how much suffering and life and death we have experienced, it is still the same.

There is always an unbearable charm.

Zhu Jianshen couldn't help but said: "If you die, your old husband, relatives and friends will be very sad, and your cousin may also go with you."

Li Xun Huan's dark eyes showed a little sadness.

"My father will be taken care of by my friends, and my cousin," he lowered his eyes slightly, his slender and thick eyelashes covering the sorrow in his eyes, "someone will always give her a good home."

He always had a smile on his face, he spoke freely, and he was free and easy. In this way, there was an unspeakable thrill. The belly of the raptor was exposed, and the steel turned into lava, making people want to hug and kiss him.

But he was afraid of hurting his hand and losing his life.

"It's a big deal, I'll leave the hands to you."

Zhu Jian had a deep throat, and the words had already come out of his mouth.

Li Xunhuan heard this and looked at him.

Not a word.

Zhu Jianshen moved his hand, and the fishing rod fell straight into the ice cave. He stood up and said, "As stubborn as your father."

Reaching out to pick up the bamboo hat, the face he covered, turned around, and left without looking back.

Li Xun Huan sat in the pavilion, smiled, leaned back against the railing, and looked up at the night sky.

It seemed that there was something that attracted him very much, something that he wanted very much.

It's coming to him.

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