I Qinghuan gl

The bustling pavilions flash past quickly outside the window, pedestrians on the side of the road hurried past with umbrellas, and the blue bricks under the carriage and the white tiles on the pavilions gradually fade away in the field of vision, getting closer and closer in the heavy rain. The more blurred, blurred to the point where I can no longer see their outlines clearly.But the scenery outside the window is not the reason for my long-term fascination. I just feel empty and desperately need something to fill this empty space.

I feel depressed and uncomfortable, although I don't have a heart disease, but my chest is always painful.The words of intercession in the ancients hurt people the most. I used to have a high-minded attitude and disdain this kind of statement, but now...it is really ridiculous.

But I haven't forgotten that before Qing Huan asked me: "Master, would you hate me for ruining your Tao?" Three lives and all things. But for me, all things are not as good as you, so what is the use of my cultivation?"

Even now, I still think so.Even though there are many regrets in this relationship since I fell in love with her until now, I don't regret it, and I will never regret it in the future.

I looked down at the Liuyu I had been holding in my hand. It took me some time to put it back together, but it was too broken, and many small pieces at the corners were incomplete. The words also appear blurred.

Wish to be like Liang Shangyan, see you every year.

The better the wish at the beginning, the crueler the reality now.

"Master, you haven't spoken for a long time." The man sitting on the other side of the carriage said worriedly, "Since Qing Huan left, you have been silent and in a daze all day long. ..."

"Cough cough." Rong Huai who was sitting opposite me suddenly coughed twice, interrupting Zi Yi's words.

But Zicheng turned his head to face Junqiao beside him, and said worriedly: "Master Gu, do you think my master is suffering from dementia? After all, he is so old and suffered such a blow..."

"Brother!" Yun Tang interrupted him again, frowning.

I raised my eyes to look at Zizheng, squinted my eyes, but still didn't speak.

"Young Master Bian, I don't know." Junqiao replied very politely, paused, and deliberately changed the subject: "Speaking of which, I would also like to thank you for taking me to Beifei Mountain. I have lost all power now. It’s completely a drag bottle, and I’m really bothering you.”

With a warm and elegant smile on his face, Rong Huai replied gently: "Where is the master of the valley, no matter what, you are the real head of the Luanhua Valley. I believe that one day you will be able to make a comeback."

"By honoring the auspicious words of the lord." Junqiao looked at me with sideways eyes, "...Nan Yang, I don't know if I can stay in your Rongku Pavilion this time like last time? I don't know other people in Beifei. people."

I nodded slightly.

"That's really annoying." She nodded slightly at me.

"Master Gu, you're welcome. Senior brother and I are not in Rongku Pavilion sometimes. We can feel at ease when you accompany Master to play chess, drink tea and so on." Yuntang said.

Zizheng took the words: "That's right, if no one is watching, what if the master commits suicide? I'm already old, and I can't afford it, can I..."

"Tsk."

"hiss……"

"cough."

Several people in the car glared at him.

"Zizhen," I looked at him, and said calmly, "you don't need to say these words to ease my mood, I know you said it on purpose. I'm fine, I won't commit suicide, let alone... senile dementia."

"Hahaha." Zizheng laughed loudly on purpose, but there was no response, and he paused in embarrassment, a trace of sadness that did not belong to him flashed in his eyes.After a long time, he lowered his head and sighed: "Master, we are all worried about you."

"Master, brother, he can't talk, so don't take it to heart." Yun Tang hurriedly said, "It's okay, except for junior sister, you still have us. Senior brother and I will never sever ties with you."

"Yuntang, how good are you at talking? Which pot is not open and which pot to lift..." Bianzi muttered.

I didn't speak again, I looked down at the Liuyu with cracks in my hand for a while, then raised my hand to touch the gauze covering the wound on my forehead, my heart was still gloomy and uncomfortable.

A few days later we arrived at Beijing Penalty.After returning to Beipu, it was strange to be surrounded by the familiar mountains of white snow. No matter whether the Central Plains is sunny or rainy, Beifei will always be covered with snow.It was only when I came back in person that I realized that I had been away from Beijing Penalty for such a long time.

The last time she was in the North Penalty, she was always by her side...

I shook my head, why would I think of her in everything?Thoughts seem to be completely out of control.

The carriage staggered to the gate of Beifei Mountain.From a distance, we saw a group of people gathered at the mountain gate, as if a group of white-clothed Beifei disciples were arguing endlessly around something.Rong Huai looked over from the window and clicked his tongue twice: "What's wrong here at the mountain gate..."

When the carriage came to the front, it was blocked by a large group of people and had to stop.Rong Huai said: "I'll get out of the car to take a look, don't worry."

I also got up and wanted to go out with him.The son said in surprise, "Master, what are you doing?"

"Sitting in the carriage for a long time, you can walk back to Rongku Pavilion from the mountain gate."

"Oh……"

Following Rong Huai and approaching the group of people, two of the disciples saw us inadvertently, and hurriedly bowed with fists in their hands: "Your Majesty Rong Huai, Your Majesty Nanyang, you are back."

When the other disciples heard what they said, they hurriedly turned their heads to look at us, and clasped their fists respectfully: "I pay my respects to you two."

Rong Huai asked solemnly: "If you don't guard the mountain gate well, what's the point of gathering in a pile? What happened?"

A disciple replied: "My lord, there is a villager in the mountains who insists on entering the North Penalty with a cow. Except for the disciples of our sect, the North Penalty is not allowed to enter and leave at will, so we..."

I looked into the crowd, and sure enough there was a rough-looking middle-aged man pulling a cow, and interrupted the disciple in a dialect: "Don't be unreasonable to me, this cow is obviously one of yours who wants me to lead it." It came all the way from the Central Plains. It’s just a fucking cow. If it’s not for the sake of money, I’ll give it to you! Well, if you don’t let me in when you get to the gate, you won’t accept it. , don’t tell me I can’t take it back again!”

"Nonsense! Our Northern Punishment is an important place for cultivating Taoism, how could we want you to be a cow!" the disciple shouted sharply.

"Hugh is so rude." Rong Huai lowered his voice to look at the disciple, then softened his voice and said to the old man: "Who asked you to bring me here?"

"A young female doll!" The old man replied angrily.

I pursed my lips, paused, and asked him, "Can this cow...can be milked?"

"No nonsense! How about I squeeze a bucket for you now and have a look?"

"Brother," I looked at the cow and said in a deep voice, "This is my cow, I'll take it back."

"Nan Yang?" Rong Huai raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Without making a sound, I stepped forward, pulled the rope that tied the cow, and led it slowly out of the crowd.Many disciples behind me were speechless and just watched me leave in a daze.

"Let's go away, guard the mountain gate, don't slack off." Rong Huai instructed them.

Rong Huai didn't follow, he returned to the carriage, he didn't know what he had said with the others, the carriage drove past me quickly.I was left alone with a cow on the way back to Rongku Pavilion.

I stopped and looked at the cow carefully, and the cow stared back at me with wide-eyed eyes.My eyes searched it carefully, hoping to find something like a letter in its noose or pendant, but there was none.Just a cow and nothing else.

I touched its horns, my eyes were sore, I lowered my head and rubbed my eyes.

I muttered to myself: "You really lied to me, little brat."

The cow snorted, mooed, and gently arched my arm with its horn.

"You liar." I continued to look at the cow and said to myself, "Damn it."

"Your brain must have been kicked by a cow," my throat was sore, "or a donkey kicked you, you little brat."

The cow mooed again, lowered its head and pressed its forehead against my arm.

I felt tears streaming down from the corners of my eyes and sliding across the side of my face quickly, I couldn't help covering my mouth and crying in a low voice: "...but I miss you so much, little bastard, I really miss you, I miss you so much ..."

"I'm going to die, why can't you stay with me, you really don't like me, you really don't want me anymore. I will never forgive you, Qinghuan, I will never forgive you until I die... "

I buried my face in my palms and wept uncontrollably.