[Dragon Sword Sword Butterfly] Return to Dust

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Using this method to determine whether it is the real Jianzi, even Jianzi himself was a little at a loss.

In the end, Long Su still didn't get his answer.

The two walked straight along a waterway in the forest, and Jianzi suddenly stopped, looking at the dust on the ground, which began to be covered by weeds.

Originally, this time should not be the case.

Seeing Jianzi's eyes stop on the ground, Long Su seemed to understand something, but he didn't say anything.Instead, he lightly smoked the cigarette bag in his hand.The smog from the exhalation obscured the flock of birds above the sky, and farther away, it looked like a distant mountain, without much artistic conception, full of weird black air covering the mountains.

That distant mountain is like...the place that I found with Jianzi when I was looking for Dao Zun with Ru Zun for the second time.

Miji Mountain, fifteen Jiazi ago.

Jianzi was only 15 years old at that time, and Longsu was a few months older than him.

"My friend, it's only been a few months, there's no need to be like this."

"Yeah, Jianzi, it's been a few months. Besides, we just met for the second time. Is the relationship so good?"

Jianzi's face is clearly the posture of an old friend you haven't seen for hundreds of years at the beginning, and the shadow of the person in Huashang is reflected in the translucent black eyes.The pair of phoenix eyes were born very well, apart from being able to feel the smile hidden in the eyes from time to time, there was also a very sharp killing intent.That is the kind of indifference that I am used to seeing after killing and making a decision.

This really stunned Jianzi who inadvertently met his gilt eyes.

He remembered the blazing sky and the drowsy night when he was three years old. He didn't get much chance for their escape, and was easily discovered by a soldier. After that, after that...he, he couldn't remember clearly.He only felt a headache, and the world in his eyes began to turn upside down.

In the chaos, his breathing began to become short, and there seemed to be some viscous liquid in his throat. With the hot air in his mouth and his restless beating heart, his world was completely overturned.

He staggered under his feet, his ears seemed to be roaring, and there was a dark scene in front of him.

Long Su ran up, but still couldn't catch Jian Zi who suddenly fainted in time.The white sleeves only brushed against his outstretched hand.

Why is this person always like this.

Always, like this, don't say anything about him.

Long Su hugged the sword horizontally in his arms, and hurried back to the Taoist temple.

Jianzi had a high fever.

Long Su was punished by Confucianism to copy "The Doctrine of the Mean" ten times.

"Longsu."

Jianzi seemed to have just recovered from an illness, panting heavily, with his usual soft voice.

Seeing Jianzi like this, Long Su put down the pen in his hand, patted Jianzi on the back, and handed him a cup of tea.Jianzi took a big gulp and pushed Long Su away.

"You just recovered from your illness, what are you doing here?"

"If Confucianism wants to double the punishment of his friend because of this, then the double weight will be borne by Jianzi."

Feelings come here just for this matter.

It has to be said that Long Su was actually a little disappointed.

"Jianzi, your task now is to recuperate."

"Longsu."

Jianzi's tone was firmer than Long Su had ever heard before.

"Okay, but the master is here..."

"Friends, let's make complaints together, share worries, and use it as a shield."

"Oh, so you always ask me to drag you down every time you have something to do."

"Anyone who boards the ship voluntarily is not my fault."

"What you said has profound meaning."

Jianzi didn't reply, but seemed to be thinking about something instead.

Long Su picked up his pen again and continued to copy the book.At this time, there was the sound of a sword, as if a stone was suddenly thrown into the calm water.

"Long Su, what happened to me that day."

"What about you, you don't know?"

"I... seem to have forgotten a very important person."

"Sword..."

"I'm fine."

"If you don't explain, why ask me?"

"Well..."

"Oh, Jianzi, your 'well' is far more shocking than 'go, go, go'."

"Ha, is it?"

The reply was originally a questioning tone, but it strengthened the tone of affirmation.

Confucian Venerable who was outside came to observe the progress, but before stepping in, he heard the voice of talking to someone from Longsu's room, stood outside, listened to the movement inside, and chuckled lightly , and left.

I heard that Long Su was later called over by Confucian Venerable, said something, and within a moment, he came out and said that he would not be punished.Jianzi couldn't help sighing because of this, what to say, I wasted so much time copying for nothing.Naturally, when these words came out, Long Su would inevitably laugh at them.

That's when Long Su saw Jianzi's handwriting for the first time.Like others, his brushstrokes are not strong, and although his handwriting is round and a bit scribbled, he can see the state of mind when he writes.

Ru Zun said that the way a person writes and the characters he writes can also reveal the character of this person.

"Jianzi, look, there are distant mountains."

"It's Miji Mountain."

Long Su nodded: "Are you still interested in visiting the old place again?"

"It's rare for a friend to be invited, how can Jianzi refuse?"

The latter just covered most of his face with the folding fan in his hand, he couldn't see his real eyes, but looked at the back of the sword walking like a hook.

Miji Mountain, a group of mountains surrounded by unknown smoke all the year round.There was also a resident living nearby who once went up the mountain to cut firewood, but never went back. He went to his family to search for it, only to find a basket and a letter.Therefore, it got its name and became the reason why nearby residents no longer climbed the mountain.

The last time I came here with Jianzi, it was already a long time ago. It was so long ago that people like them felt the traces of time for the first time, and it was so obvious in front of them.

What surrounded the mountain before was white mist, which made the air a little misty with water vapor.Now, it is a cloud of black mist.

The place where the black mist is concentrated is not far from the top of the mountain.

In fact, Jianzi's body has not been well since the high fever.It took a long time to keep it on and off before the disease was completely cured.Long Su once went to play with Jianzi, but Jianzi happened to be ill, lying on the bed dying, very quiet, so quiet that he couldn't bear to wake him up.

Later, it was heard that Dao Zun went to the northern border and obtained the prescription by chance.

Jianzi doesn't like to take medicine, probably because he finds it bitter.

However, this recipe is clear soup with little water and no taste at all.

At first Jianzi pretended to be drinking, but afterward, Dao Zun probably forgot about it, so he stopped urging Jianzi to take medicine.Jianzi didn't know until Dao Zunxian passed away that it was the blind medicine in the prescription, which had been lost for a long time.That blind medicine is the original heart.Dao Zun always knew that after Jianzi drank the medicine for the first time, he spit it out in a corner.Where is the original heart of the body that is driving the crane to the west?

In fact, Dao Zun knew it all, but he didn't explain it.

Probably because he wants Jianzi to follow his heart at all times. After all, it is very rare to be able to maintain a pure heart after growing old.

"Jianzi, you..."

"The body that has been raised for so long is not for nothing, I am fine."

From the moment they set foot on this mountain, they had no way out, only to move forward.

"Sword."

Long Su stopped Jianzi who was about to move on.

Jianzi turned his head to look at Long Su, but smiled faintly.

"We, it's time to find an inn."

Long Su didn't know where the feeling was, he just felt that the air here was very oppressive, he was afraid that he would walk with Jianzi here, but he couldn't find Jianzi.

For the first time he was afraid.

He subconsciously clenched his fists and trembled uncontrollably, but he didn't realize it himself.

Jianzi walked up to Long Su with gentle steps, lightly patted Long Su on the shoulder, and said to Long Su with a smile: "My friend is tired? Then let's go to the inn first."

Long Su's fist loosened, and he lowered his vigilance.

Perhaps, Long Su would regret that day, he let down his vigilance because of Jianzi.

Finding the inn to rest, the night was dark, Long Su lit the candle on the table, tea was burning on the tea stove, Long Su was waiting for the tea to boil.At that time, the movement from the opposite room made him suddenly seem to understand something, he took Yuhuang and rushed to Jianzi's room.

Candles were still lit on the desk, and the cold wind was blowing in from the window that was pushed open, making the flames dance extremely restlessly.

Jianzi was nowhere to be found, as if he had gone out of the window.

Leveraging the light of the candle lamp, Long Su leaped out along the railing of the window.

Outside the window were the bricks and tiles of the roof, and there seemed to be someone walking behind him. Long Su pressed the hilt of his sword in his hand, waiting for the opponent to approach.A familiar voice came from behind him: "Friend?"

It was Jianzi's voice.

After Long Su turned around, he saw Jianzi sitting on the roof tiles, looking at him.

this person......

Um?wrong.

Long Su, who immediately reacted, grasped the handle of Yuhuang again, amidst the sword energy, he saw a person stepping out from behind the sword, and slowly came into Long Su's eyes.

"It's you."

"Our agreed time is up, do you want to break the contract?"

"But as I said, whether it is really successful or not, you can't take him as a hostage."

Maybe other people couldn't hear it, but Jianzi could hear it clearly. When Long Su said that sentence, his voice seemed to tremble slightly.

"It's just a condition."

"The dignified Daoist sect is innate, and he has not yet reached the embarrassment of committing himself to make the conditions."

When Jianzi said this, he slammed loudly, with a calm and calm expression on his face, and made a full posture, which stunned the man in black who was touching his acupuncture points.

Long Su didn't seem to hear Jianzi's words: "What conditions."

"His life."

"I don't agree."

"So......"

The man in black's hand made an arc in the air, and a group of people rushed out suddenly, surrounding Long Su and Jian Zi.

Jianzi felt a chill on his neck, and he didn't use the perspective of his eyes to confirm, but just sat like this, as if waiting for a while.

In the dark night, there seemed to be a commotion that made the whole room tremble.

The cold light drawn by the two sword shadows quickly flashed through the crowd, and after that, there was the sound of corpses rolling off the roof and falling down.

The leading man in black watched in disbelief as the golden sword pierced through his chest in Jianzi's hand, and the rolling blood kept gushing out, his eyes widened in surprise, staring at Jianzi firmly.Barely supporting the last strength, but just said: "You...you..." and immediately collapsed on the roof.On the bricks and tiles, there was still warm blood dripping coldly.

This shows that their actions have been completely controlled by others.

If the following journey is not carried out separately, there will only be more enemies lurking that neither of them can deal with.

Friends who have known each other for many years can know everything with just one look without asking.

Jianzi took out the golden sword from the corpse, instead of wiping off the bright red glaring liquid, he turned around and said coldly to Long Su: "My friend, this time I played too much."

Long Su seemed to have a look of disdain, and looked at Jianzi following you.

With all his strength, Yu Huang was taken out from the abdomen of the last killer who was about to sneak attack him behind him, and the body of that killer fell down with a muffled sound as the light sword in his hand slid down on the bricks and tiles.

The air was full of moisture, and after a while, it began to drizzle, like the mercy of the gods for the dead souls.

2016.02.21