Yang Qingyue's fellow demon

Demon

Goodbye Yang Qingyue, Yushan is almost in its weakest years.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, apprenticed to Changgemen.Because the family has some relationship with Luo Binwang, the third senior brother of Changgemen, he is a down-and-out official family, and he has some accomplishments in piano rhythm, Yang Yifei, the head of the sect, asked him to join Kang Nian's sect.

Before the words could be conveyed to Kang Nian, the boy opened his mouth. "Thanks to the love of the sect master this time, Kang Nian has heard of the 'Close Eyes Immortal Sound' for a long time, and Xiao Ke admires it deeply in his heart. However, before the future comes, he has heard many interesting things about the seniors under the sect, and his heart yearns for him, and he already has people in his heart who admire him I also hope that the sect master will allow Xiao Ke to become a teacher on his own, and ask the sect master to help him."

After all, bow and worship.

Such insistence, Yang Yifei was not surprised at all.There are many talented people in the Changge family, and their reputations spread far and wide, and it is only natural that there are many admirers among the younger generation.But when he casually asked the person Yu Shan admired, and got the name from the young man's mouth, he couldn't help but look solemn.

"You... Seriously?"

Compared to the hesitant Yang Yifei, the young Yu Shan said with emotion: "Really."

"His situation... is really special compared to other people." After speaking, Yang Yifei let out a deep breath.

The young man said nothing.After a while, he said word by word: "'Taozi' Yang Qingyue is someone I admire. I will definitely worship him as my teacher."

The breeze is gentle, and the bamboo forest is quiet.

In the long corridor of Huairen Zhai, there are a few lines of poems, a few chords, quiet and elegant, and suddenly someone clapping their hands and laughing, the sound reaches the sky, shaking the bamboo leaves to rustle down.

Not far away, a disciple of Sanwu Changge Sect passing by couldn't help but look sideways at the place where the sound was made, and said with a smile: "Master Taibai and Master Zimei are fighting poetry again."

"Oh, the last time Master Taibai got up, he wanted to write a poem, because he didn't have the rice paper, so he wrote the cutting robe on his clothes... It's really freehand and romantic..."

Just as he was talking, he saw a person walking in the corridor.I saw him dressed in white with a blue background, his body was as slender as a willow, with a plum blossom hairpin in his head, and a lyre in his arms, walking in the spring, which was quite exciting.

But after seeing the man's appearance clearly, several disciples couldn't help laughing, and said jokingly: "Junior Brother Yushan, Master Taibai can heal your injury this time?"

Hearing this, the person who walked slowly raised his eyebrows and smiled helplessly, "The old injury is almost healed. It's just that the meridians have been damaged for a few days, so I asked Master Taibai to help me adjust my breath."

This is an understatement, but others are not as indifferent as this young man.A female disciple of Changge Sect said: "Junior Brother, listen to Senior Sister's advice, don't provoke your master. It has been more than two months since you apprenticed as a teacher. You should know how different he is from others..."

Yu Shan's face was indifferent, he only smiled and didn't speak.

Daoist Yang Qingyue is the eldest son of the former head of the Changge Sect and the brother of Yang Yifei, the current head of the sect. His piano skills are comparable to swordsmanship, and he kills people invisible.Such status and martial arts should be respected by disciples.However, Yang Qingyue's whole family was burdened by the affairs of the court when she was young. When her relatives took her to flee, she was given a poisonous injection in her brain, and she has been in a daze for half her life since then.

As he grew older, he became more and more sophisticated in his piano skills, and he became obsessed with it. Others seemed to be even more stupid, and since then he has been called "Uncle Crazy".

"...It's not wrong to admire the master, and it's not wrong to insist on standing by the master's side holding the piano, but the day you apprenticed to the master happened to be sober, and he saw you with his own eyes. The madness in his words, Why are you still so stubborn?"

Following these questions, the three or five disciples present all turned their eyes to Yushan.Yu Shan didn't answer, just bowed his head to touch the strings of the lyre, and after a long time he said: "I want to know, what kind of dream is he dreaming right now..."

Leaving behind these vague words, Yu Shan bid farewell to everyone and left, following the winding mountain road, he walked towards the high garden.That's where Yang Qingyue was.

And the rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay.Immediately, someone seemed to think of something, and said, "Speaking of... the day when Master Qingyue met Yu Shan, he also mentioned 'dreams'..."

"Yes, I remembered it when you said it." The other person suddenly realized, "I was there to deliver lunch that day. At that time, Master Qingyue was still meditating under the pavilion where he often used to close his eyes and fell into a nightmare. Unable to extricate themselves. When Junior Brother Yu Shan came to visit him, he played a very strange and unknown piece for the piano test. Uncle Qingyue opened his eyes suddenly. When he saw Junior Brother Yu Shan, he was stunned. What about 'you should be dead', and said, 'could this be a dream, but I can't tell the good from the bad'.

"Seeing this, Junior Brother Yushan's reaction was quite strange. When others saw this, most of them were dumbfounded or avoided, but he put down his piano and went straight forward. Seeing him walking into Senior Uncle Qingyue, his expression became more and more serious. Out of madness, he yelled at him not to go forward, but he insisted on going forward, and was finally knocked into the air by Uncle Qingyue with a wave of his hand, and flew out like a kite with a broken string, breaking several ribs on the spot.

"That's not the end. Yu Shan got up and walked over enduring the pain. Seeing him approaching again, the madness on Master Qingyue's face suddenly disappeared, and his expression calmed down. He pressed the lyre with his hand, and there was no wind around him. The air is so still, it is clearly a killer move——

"Now, even a blind person can see that Master Qingyue is about to use his ultimate move, but Yu Shan is still going forward stubbornly. Fortunately, the sect master is present, or Yu Shan will be blood splattered on the spot..."

Everyone present listened silently, thinking of Yang Qingyue's powerful martial arts like a lunatic, they couldn't help admiring, and thinking of Yu Shan's stubbornness, they couldn't help sighing.

Someone said: "Junior Brother Yushan still insists on getting close to Senior Uncle Qingyue?"

"That's not true. Otherwise, the meridians wouldn't be broken."

"Why do you insist on this?"

"He said that he admired Uncle Qingyue and was willing to stand one foot away from him. In order to achieve this vision, the rest should be trials."

Such words, everyone is still puzzled.Because of something, they dispersed and did not continue to inquire.There were two disciples walking together, and one of them suddenly said, "Ah, come to think of it, Junior Brother Yushan is so stubborn to approach Senior Uncle Qingyue, yet Senior Uncle Qingyue no longer uses his ultimate move?"

"Zifeiyu, know the joy of fish?"

"My child is not me, An Zhiyu doesn't know the joy of fish?"

"..."

"In the past, Zhuang Zhou's dream was a butterfly, and he was a butterfly. He described himself as a person who didn't know Zhou Ye. Suddenly, he realized that he was a butterfly. I didn't know that Zhou's dream was a butterfly, and the butterfly's dream was Zhou Yu?"

The voice in the dream gradually faded away. When I opened my eyes, I saw the person not far away. It was another Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly.

Fair and delicate face, lacquer-like eyes, jet-black hair, and slender body like wicker.He embraced the lyre, leaned against the porch pillar, looked up at the sky, his expression was so expressionless that no one could guess.

In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed that he was a butterfly, and he was a butterfly.It looks like an illusion, but also seems real, so people can't tell the difference.Perhaps it is the gap between dreams and reality, only in this way can the people in front of us exist.

"What are you thinking?" Yang Qingyue said without thinking.

Hearing this, the man turned his head and looked at him.Eyes like lacquer, can't express what kind of emotion.

"Do you... know who I am?" After a while, he asked.

These words are strange.Yang Qingyue, who was sitting cross-legged, stood up, and slowly approached the man, but the man opened his eyes slightly, and slowly pinched the corner of the lyre with his hand holding the lyre in his arms, his fingers gradually turned white.

"You know who I am, don't you?" He asked again, his voice was very soft, as if he was not sure, and seemed to be elusive.

Yang Qingyue was surprised, a puzzled expression appeared on her jade-like face, and she remembered that this was just a dream, so she didn't think about it any more.He looked at the person in front of him, and they were only a short distance away, so he raised his hand to compare, "You are much taller." He leaned over again, and put his arms around Yu Shan's waist.

When the accident happened, Yu Shan couldn't help backing away, but felt Yang Qingyue's slender fingers touch the ribs on his back, rubbing the slightly protruding bone back and forth through the clothes, "Does it still hurt?"

"...It doesn't hurt anymore, it's just an old injury." How can it compare to the injuries I suffer almost every day now?

Yang Qingyue acted as if she had never heard of it, she still silently touched the slightly protruding ribs on the young man's back.Yu Shan didn't speak either, just closed his eyes.The two stood in silence, in an almost hugging pose.

After stroking for a moment, Yang Qingyue felt relieved and said, "I had a very long dream."

"You in the dream died again. I killed you again." When he was speaking, he looked at Yu Shan with clear eyes, but with a tone whispered in a dream.

...Suddenly feel it, then you will be around.Yang Qingyue's dream was a nightmare that happened before.In the dark dream, he was deeply trapped in it, with ups and downs, unable to extricate himself.

Thinking of this, Yu Shan smiled almost bitterly.After all, he was the one who harmed him, and he deserved what he owed...

But seeing Yang Qingyue hug him tightly, the lyre she was holding in her arms suddenly fell, and the lyre scattered on the ground played several mournful sounds.But Yu Shan's whole body was trapped in the shackles of his arms and he couldn't move, and he didn't want to move either.

"You can't...die anymore." Yang Qingyue buried her head in Yu Shan's shoulder and murmured.Hair as black as a crow's feathers flowed down Yu Shan's shoulders.

The wind blows the forest tops, and the bamboo shadows are heavy.A few chirping birds made Yu Shan raise his head.

The sunlight fell through the layers of bamboo leaves, and the mottled sunlight sprinkled on the young man's white face like jade, as if life was fleeting.

... In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of being a butterfly, and he was also a butterfly.If this moment is a dream, it is happy enough.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is a strange picture.The young man in black wrapped his arms around the waist of the young man in white, and buried his head on his shoulders, while the young man in white looked up at the sky, showing a psychedelic and sincere smile, surrounded by a fallen Yaoqin and a few scattered strings , a black butterfly rests on the only good string.

Not far away, Yang Yifei looked at this scene, and saw the black butterfly flying up suddenly, covering the scene in front of his eyes.After standing still for a moment, he quietly left.Later, the disciples who were present that day were prohibited from discussing what they saw that day.

A few days later, the head of the sect summoned Yushan.