The Lotus Lantern is with you

They all had a dream...

In the dream, Yang Jian stood in a peach grove, the petals were flying and the fragrance was tangy.

The man in white leaned against the peach tree, with a smile on his lips and slightly curved peach eyes.The petals are flying, the breeze is blowing, and the long ink-colored hair fluctuates like water.

"That's right, raise your left hand higher, lower your knees, and keep your center of gravity... Remember, when you encounter an enemy, you don't have so much time to think about your next move..." The man's voice was a bit vague, but that The face is very familiar.

He knew who it was... That man was the man who saved him thousands of years ago, but at that time he was wearing a black long coat, unlike the man in this memory, the white clothes were like immortals, elegant and casual.

Mo Chen... he said the name and smiled shyly.

"Is that so? Shen..." The young man's crisp voice pulled him back to consciousness, was that voice his?Yang Jian raised his head abruptly, and saw himself wiping sweat in his youth, and seemed to be very dependent on that man.

"Well... your talent is very good. If you add hard work and practice, you will be able to achieve something in a few years." The man stroked the boy's head and wiped the sweat from his cheek.

The boy then laughed, and he got into the man's arms with a happy expression on his face. "So Shen has to teach me all the time, and there are no other apprentices except me!" The boy said loudly, hooking the man's neck.

Shen...Yang Jian watched the man press a kiss on the young man's forehead with a doting expression, but his heart ached.

It turned out...they had known each other for a long time, he had forgotten, that peach blossom forest that would never wither, the ink, the aloes, the aloes...

Yang Jian's face turned pale, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly.

"Shen...why did you send me to Master Yuding, I just need you to teach me!" The boy tugged on the man's sleeve angrily, and asked dissatisfied

"Yu Ding is a good teacher..." the man said helplessly, "Although he can't be called omniscient, there are almost no people in this world who can surpass him in knowledge. Jian, you can't just look at people on the surface, Believe me, you will learn a lot from him."

At first the boy didn't understand, and even burned Yu Ding's beard childishly, Yang Jian suddenly felt that he was so childish in childhood.

He cautiously approached the man sitting under the peach blossom tree. The sleeping boy was quietly lying on the man's body, and the man was gently stroking the boy's long hair. But overflowing with sadness.

Every day, he would come to this peach forest on time, rain or shine... Until one day this person suddenly left, leaving only a letter entrusting him and Ling'er to Yu Ding, he made a mistake... Yang Jian saw Watching the boy cry and laugh, from deep resentment to hopeless expectation, and finally from deep yearning to suspicion.

He remembered, in the dream, that was the first time he saw a different Mo Chen, no longer Qing Miao in white clothes.He was only wearing a black and red robe, and the blood in his eyes made him look deeply depressed.

Yang Jian was fascinated, he looked at the identical self stroking the fifty-stringed qin, and the man of peerless elegance pressed one hand on his qin, and the sound that flowed from his mouth made his eyes widen.

"Uncle..." It was at that time that he began to doubt this person, he didn't know who he was looking at, whether it was him, or the so-called "uncle". The man in black and black hair is playing the flute under the cold moonlight, outlining a quiet and lonely picture. He wants to really ask him, who are you looking at.

Yang Jian often wonders why Mo Chen chose him because he looks similar to someone?Otherwise, why does he always feel that Mo Chen is looking at another man through him?

Later, Yang Jian wondered if it could be one of his relatives. When he heard Mo Chen mention his family, he was so jealous that he even started to loathe himself. This kind of anger and hopelessness settled in his heart and accumulated over time.

Yang Jian looked at the two people who were embracing each other and laughed up to the sky, the laughter was sad.

So, is that uncle him?From the very beginning, Mo Chen knew who he was, and the person he was jealous of was himself.

Yang Jian carefully looked at the man immersed in the moonlight, and finally understood who the figure in his mind was when he first saw Chang'e.

It turned out that he just forgot.

That inexplicable joy/love was never a dream, but he never noticed it. When Yang Jian closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to feel the passion of that night, as if he had experienced it all over again.

Meet in hell, body recast, so, is the hell that Chen Xiang said is this place?Yang Jian floated beside the two who were talking.

This is a memory, he can only watch, watching the man forcefully open the gate of hell with another self, and return to the present world, watching the man get seriously injured for himself, watching him forcefully use his own blood and strength He recasts the body.

He remembered that that day, the blood lotus in the sky was in full bloom, so beautiful that it was soul-stirring.

The seriously injured man led them out of the chaos, and under the siege of heavenly soldiers and other gods, they fought with their lives.

In the end, Qiqiao bleeds and disappears.

Seeing this scene again, Yang Jian knelt on the ground tremblingly. He saw Mo Chen struggling to hand him the Sky Eye until he lost his breath.

Why...why would he forget...Yang Jian's hands turned white, he hated this young man, if it wasn't for him, how could Mo Chen die, but this young man was himself.

He watched the boy fall into a breakdown, distraught, and the sour pain gradually spread from his heart...

Shen...

He finally remembered everything, Yang Jian covered his face and smiled lowly, his voice was hoarse, like a trapped animal.

"It's ridiculous...it's really ridiculous...haha...hahaha..." He thought of the tenderness and reluctance in Mo Chen's eyes when he saved him, but he didn't take it to heart when he was eager to save his mother.

Why didn't he notice it at that time, why did he leave at that time, if he didn't leave, if he didn't let go of that person...

"As long as you are willing, I will give you everything you want." Including my life, everything about me, I will protect you with my soul.The man's past words are still vivid in his memory, Yang Jian finally understood the true meaning of those words, but he would rather Mo Chen never said that.

He did it, he fulfilled his promise, he arranged everything for him, and then left with peace of mind, he knew that his master was Jade Cauldron, that's why he was entrusted to him in this life.

He knew that Ling'er was an ancient phoenix, so he raised his cultivation level just to protect him. Yang Jian suddenly thought of the first words that the three Jiao Jiao said when they first saw him.

"Come here by order, follow to the death, protect to the death..." Every word struck his heart.At that time, he was puzzled and came here under orders, so whose orders did he follow...

Now that the truth is out, he finally understands.

How ridiculous, they missed the whole 2000 years, and then 2000 years later, he hurt him again with another miss.

Yang Jian's eyes were full of the young man who fell in blood, he screamed, the double pain made him unbearable, and finally, his world began to collapse.

He has fallen into a breakdown...

Yu Ding stared at the mask in front of him seriously, uneasy.

The man in the mask was pale, biting his lips, as if he was in great pain, screaming from time to time, there was only one word in his mouth.

"Oops, is it going to be like 2000 years ago again? Yang Jian, calm down!" Yu Ding jumped angrily, the fan in his hand had been broken in half.

"Master, what happened to him? Did something happen 2000 years ago?" Three-headed Jiao asked anxiously.

"His soul fell into collapse again. If he can't come out by himself, I'm afraid I will have to forcibly seal his memory again. It's just..."

"Then seal it, what's the mother-in-law at this time!"

"Stupid!" A popcorn hit the three-headed Jiao on the forehead, "Do you think this can be done once and for all? His subconscious began to attack my seal a long time ago. During this period, he almost broke the seal many times. How long do you think the seal will last this time?"

Yu Ding sighed, ignoring the three-headed dragon who seemed to understand but half understood, "I can't help him, he can only come out of this matter if he understands it himself, hey, it's a pity that the bastard Mo Chen is not here, otherwise he can still come out." ...Wait, I seem to have missed Mo Chen?"

The light in the formation flickered, and he watched in amazement that a cyan light group suddenly appeared in Yang Jian's body.

"Isn't this the soul fragment from that time?" Yu Ding remembered that Yang Jian was injured suddenly once, and it seemed to be related to this soul fragment. Only later did he know that the soul belonged to Mo Chen.

Recalling that Mo Chen once told him that when they died, their souls merged, and a trace of his soul merged with Yang Jian's soul, so... Yuding suddenly laughed.

"Haha, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, Mo Chen, you bastard finally had a reliable one, this time you two are lucky!"

The three Jiao Jiao looked at someone who suddenly fell into a maniacal laugh, and frowned at the person in the mask.

Far away in Liujia Village, Ao Tingxin walked up and down the house anxiously.

"I'm really terrified. It's been three days, why haven't I woke up yet? It shouldn't be. Chen Xiang's wound has already healed a lot. Is there something else I haven't noticed?"

"Hey, Liu Yanchang, what did the doctor say?"

The middle-aged man in the black black-patterned gown sat by the bed, stared at the sleeping teenager on the bed complicatedly, and sighed, "The doctor said that the child is unwilling to wake up, probably because of some serious blow."

"Strike?" Ao Tingxin was annoyed, "I said that Chen Xiang should not be allowed to leave Liu's Village. What exactly did Yang Jian do? Could it be that he planned it? He is really despicable and shameless."

"But... I think that person looks very familiar." Sitting on the chair, Xiaoyu tilted her head and said, "It seems... We met a long time ago, um, it feels very kind."

"What did you say?" Ao Tingxin and Liu Yanchang looked at the girl, and they looked at each other in disbelief. They knew that the girl was a girl Chen Xiang met outside, if even Xiaoyu, who had lost his memory, could vaguely remember Yang Jian's words.

"Could it be that Chen Xiang met Yang Jian a long time ago?" Ao Tingxin exclaimed, "Liu Yanchang, do you think Chen Xiang was deceived by Yang Jian? What... this is really troublesome."

"But... Xiaoyu likes him very much? Xiaoyu doesn't think he's a bad guy." The girl looked at the boy on the bed without blinking, and she suddenly exclaimed, interrupting what they were about to say, "Ah! Something's not right!"

The two of them heard the words and looked over, the young man was panting uncomfortably, holding the brocade quilt under him tightly with his hands, humming slightly, as if he had fallen into a nightmare.

"Jian..." With just one word, the expressions of the two of them changed instantly.

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Chen Xiang walked in the darkness, he seemed to feel a sadness surrounding him, he knew this sadness was not his, but it was so familiar.

In the darkness, the sound of shallow breathing came from the corner. He followed the sound and walked over, and saw a young man in a blue short coat kneeling there.

"Who are you...?" The young man suddenly called out when he was approaching, Chen Xiang squatted down, and was surprised to find that this young man seemed to be Yang Jian's youthful appearance.

"Who are you?" the boy asked again.

"Don't you know me? Jian, I'm Chen." Chen Xiang tried to pull him up, but the boy avoided his hand.

"No, you're not Shen!" The boy leaned back, resisting his touch, "You're not him, Shen is dead, I saw him die with my own eyes."

Stupid... Chen Xiang leaned forward and hugged the young man, crying bitterly in his heart, "I am Shen, your Shen... I am not dead, never have been."

"Didn't... die?" The young man's low voice seemed unreal in his arms.

Chen Xiang let him go, grabbed his hand and put it on his face, and said softly, "I am Mo Chen, and I am also Chen Xiang, do you remember? I am always by your side, Jian, wake up."

"...Shen..." The young man's eyes became complicated, his hands gently traced Chen Xiang's face, this face was still immature, but Mo Chen's shadow could be vaguely seen, Mo Chen was Chen Xiang's face when he grew up. The appearance is so similar, but I have never recognized it.

"Aren't you dead?" The young man leaned forward, biting the lips of the person in front of him, almost biting, until the blood flowed from his lips, he stopped, and gently licked Chen Xiang's lips. "Not dead...not dead, mine..." The young man left Chen Xiang's lips, and looked at those red and swollen lips that were dripping blood with satisfaction.

Caressing Chen Xiang's neck with his hand, he slid all the way down, passed the collarbone, and reached the position of the heart, two ugly wounds appeared on the chest, one of which was the place where the three-pointed double-edged knife passed through.

The boy trembled all over, stroking the wound with trembling hands, over and over again.Chen Xiang seemed to hear the sadness in the boy's throat. "I'm sorry, Shen..." Chen Xiang held the boy's hand silently, and shook his head, "I don't blame you...it's fine, really."

Hearing this, the young man's appearance gradually changed. The blue clothes on his body were covered with white, his shoulder-length hair was continuously stretched and scattered on the ground, and his black eyes were gradually stained with a familiar sadness.

Chen Xiang looked at the man who changed in an instant, and slowly said his name.

"Jian..." The man's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Uncle..." Chen Xiang shouted again, Yang Jian stretched out his hand, embraced Chen Xiang fiercely, buried his head on his shoulder, even though he didn't speak, the unconcealable sadness made Chen Xiang feel sad.

"What... what should we do..." Chen Xiang looked at the endless darkness, seemed to see their future through there, and asked heavily.

"I don't know... Shen... I don't know" Yang Jian's voice was low and weak, he had endured the memories and pains of his past and present lives, and he could no longer pretend that he didn't know anything "I can't let go... I'm sorry, I can't anymore Let it go."

Chen Xiang suddenly laughed in a low voice, "Then don't let go, uncle? Jian? Chen Xiang let go of Yang Jian's hand, and threw him to the ground. His long black hair fell on the man's face, leaving a shadow.

Long black curly hair was wrapped around his black hair and scattered on the ground, drawing an arc.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand again to pull down the boy's head, and kissed it fiercely. He put his wrist around the boy's waist, and his hand moved slightly. The clothes of the two fell down, and the two bodies gradually merged.

I don't know who's tears dripped slowly, with strong helplessness and joy of regaining what was lost.The surrounding darkness gradually faded, stained with pink petals.

It was Taolin, the place where they met for the first time in this life, and it was also the most beautiful moment in this life.

Yang Jian put his robes on the two of them, and looked at the blue sky with nostalgia.

"It turned out to be a peach forest? Shen, the peach blossoms withered after you left that time." Yang Jian lowered his eyes, "I tried many methods, but the peach blossoms never bloomed again. Maybe the master left, and the peach trees gradually became dependent on each other. Death, now, there is no more peach grove here."

Chen Xiang turned her head and reached out to hug the person beside her, "Sorry..."

"No..." The man shook his head, "You're back, that's enough."

Chen Xiang pursed his lips, he held each other's hand tightly, fingers intertwined.

"Jian... I should leave." His hands were clenched tightly, and he saw the veins popping out on the opponent's arm.

Once they leave here, they are uncles and nephews, enemies, but they cannot become lovers.

"Liu Chenxiang must split the mountain to save his mother and release Xin Tiantiao. This is his responsibility. This is what I must do." Chen Xiang said, he heard a sigh above his head, and Yang Jian finally spoke.

"Once you leave here, the next time you meet...you will really be an enemy..."

Yang Jian caressed Chen Xiang's scar, and said sadly, "I don't want to see you get hurt again because of me, so protect yourself, even if it's me."

Chen Xiang was speechless, he felt that his body seemed to be pulling his soul, even if he was nostalgic, he could only let it go.

I'm sorry, but this is the only point I can't promise you, Jian...