Yang Qingyue's fellow demon

It was cloudy and rainy.The wind pierces through the bamboo forest, rustling, and there is no sorrow.

The pear blossoms of that tree fell into mud, and the scene in the courtyard was bleak, reminding people that it was already the autumnal equinox.When Yu Shan stepped into the courtyard under an umbrella, he caught sight of the man in green.

Under the eaves, Yang Qingyue stood, with the half-open door behind her.He was dressed in a dark green gown. Among the dark and lonely courtyard scenery, he was the most colorful stroke. With just one glance, he was engraved in his heart.

In an instant, Yu Shan stopped and looked at him from a few steps away, covering the obsession in his eyes with the misty rain as a curtain.But when Yang Qingyue smiled at him, and wanted to step out into the rain, Yu Shan, who was afraid that he would catch a cold, hurried over quickly.

"Be careful of catching a cold." The two said this in unison, and then each other was startled and then smiled.After this smile, seeing Yang Qingyue staring at him, Yu Shan suddenly felt a burning cloud on his face, so he lowered his head, put his fist on his lips and coughed lightly, closed his umbrella and lowered his brows, and entered the room.

The house is quiet, and a lamp is like a bean.Then Yang Qingyue, who entered the room, saw Yu Shan bent over to wipe the strings, with his back turned to him. Under the warm yellow firelight, the young man's slightly thin back was supporting his clothes, and a few drops of rain were spreading on his back. Ink-dyed flowers on rice paper.

Suddenly, Yang Qingyue recalled her recent dreams.The white gauze moved in the wind, and the back was bent to support the white skin, while the stretching bright scars, like flowers blooming beside the lost road at night, bloomed all the way on the young man's back.A sound of the piano sounded, and he came back to his senses.

And Yu Shan, who turned around, saw Yang Qingyue's distraught face, couldn't help worrying, stepped forward and said, "What's wrong? You..."

Yang Qingyue tilted her head slightly, and after a while, she met his eyes and said softly, "Not really."

Yu Shan groaned, remembering the matter that Yang Yifei, the head of the sect, asked him to ask him, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Now it was Yang Qingyue's turn to ask him: "What's the matter?"

He also just said no.But he couldn't help but said, "I have to leave Changgemen for a few days... these few days, if I'm not here, you...you have to take care of yourself." As if thinking of something, he said again: "Maybe we can still be here We met in a dream, just like before..."

What Yu Shan said was the same as before in a dream, but Yang Qingyue didn't answer for a long time.He recalled his recent dream again...a bright scar on his back, like a flame...

Seeing that he remained silent, Yu Shan was very disturbed, and then remembered the request from the sect master, and said in a low voice: "It's like this... that's fine, that's fine..."

The two were caught in their own thoughts, occasionally looked at each other, and then hurried past, as if they couldn't face each other, but soon looked at each other, and when they realized each other's gaze, they hurriedly separated the eyes glued in the air.

Later, Yu Shan thought, Xu Shi became a teacher and apprentice at first, and later became a lover, so he didn't know how to know each other.However, at this moment, it was too late, too late.

The torrential rain, carrying ice slag, hit the world and the bamboo forest fiercely.The straight and proud bamboo can't stand such a break, fall, or break.Looking closely at the broken part of the bamboo, there are neat knife marks and sword wounds.

A few cold sword blades flashed coldly in the torrential rain.The sky was extremely gloomy and cold, and it was crisp and sharp when it hit the blade of the sword, like a dirge.

Maybe I am really going to die here, Yu Shan thought.Wearing a coir raincoat, he also holds a sword, but he is surrounded by one enemy and ten.

Touching the thing in his bosom, it was a thin piece, his fingers were so cold that he couldn't even feel if it was really in his bosom.However, following his move, the cold light of several blades slowly turned, ready to go.

"This letter is a list of corrupt officials obtained from the door. It is very important. You need to send it to Mr. Mei who is hiding in the world. Once it is in his hands, 'Tiandaoxuan' will try to get everyone on the list one by one. Get rid of it." Yang Yifei, the head of the sect, still lingered in his ears, but the leader of the assassins who were chasing him at this moment tried to persuade him to surrender.

"Young man, you have been expelled from the sect. It is useless to keep this list. If you want to exchange it for money, you can exchange it with us for a daughter. Why be persistent..."

Every word and every sentence was a bit pitiful, Yu Shan only felt bitter.Recalling that day when the sect master publicly announced that he was expelled from the Changge Gate, he was only glad that Yang Qingyue was not there under the eyes of everyone.

When he knelt to Yang Yifei, the head of the sect, to thank the teacher of Changge sect for his kindness, his sleeve brushed the tip of his nose inadvertently, and a cold smell of wine lingered in his heart.It was he who proposed to drink and poured half a jug of wine down Yang Qingyue to keep her away.Yang Qingyue was drunk, lying on the side of the table weakly, her hair fluttered with her breath, her handsome pale face was flushed, and her lips were also flushed...

"You...would you like to visit your master?" Yang Yifei looked at him with compassion in his eyes.

But Yu Shan realized that he was crying.He had some regrets and only tapped the watery red lips with his fingers. The wet and soft touch of his fingers, when he touched his lips again, the taste of wine was very light, but sweet... Thinking of this, he felt that he couldn't do it. what.

What else to do, if he died, it would only increase Yang Qingyue's pain.He wiped away his tears and said in a low voice, "No need. I've already made a decision..."

This decision made him stand in the rain, one against ten with weak martial arts.

"Yang Yifei just asked you to die. It's very easy to kill you..." the assassin leader said again.

Rubbing his frozen fingertips, Yu Shan pressed the letter in his arms, and sneered at the leader of the assassins through the pouring rain: "Oh? Then why didn't you kill me? It's because you know, I sent The letter may be false, but if I was captured alive and tortured to extract a confession, there may be some real news."

"Since you know what will happen, why bother?" said the assassin leader.

In the rain, the young man surrounded by assassins was wearing a thick coir raincoat, which was still thin.In the strong wind and torrential rain, the young man was silent, as if he had died from the cold.His body was cold and his mind was dizzy, probably because he had contracted a cold.In the most miserable situation, the disease takes advantage of the emptiness, and so does the scene that I dare not recall.

"Yushan...you don't want to go." He tried his best, thinking that it would be all right to pour Yang Qingyue off, but Yang Qingyue still appeared.Regardless of the people present, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed his shoulder, that's what he said.

Yang Qingyue's bright black eyes were filled with the worry of a child and the tenderness of a lover.She looked at him with her eyes, "Wanyu has already told me the whole story... This trip will be more dangerous, you, don't go."

Yu Shan sniffed, his throat trembled so badly that he seemed to be so choked up that he couldn't speak.But when he thought about why he agreed to this, he tried his best to control his trembling face, and his tone was extremely low, "I am already an abandoned disciple of Changge Sect, and it has nothing to do with you..."

As he spoke, he suddenly smiled.In Yang Qingyue's eyes, that smile was like crying.

However, Yu Shan did not cry, and continued, "Let me call this one last time, Master." However, what he called out in his heart and eyes was the word Qingyue.

Hearing this, Yang Qingyue froze for a moment, stared at him closely, and asked, "Is it just Master?" Avoiding his gaze, Yu Shan nodded slowly.

"You and I have never been masters and apprentices."

Due to her illness, Yang Qingyue's voice was not full of breath, her articulation was a little loose, her voice was a little low, like ripples in water being gently fiddled with, as soft as a dream.

But this time, many of the disciples present understood what the "Mad Master" of Changgemen said.

"You and I met in a dream, and we have been friends for many years. Although we haven't really met each other, we are already bosom friends. And the meeting after many years has continued our relationship. The real you is not only my bosom friend. In my whole life , I just want to be with you."

It was clearly the most crowded hall of the Changge Sect, and there were countless disciples of the Changge Sect standing there, but it was completely silent for a while.The only thing Yu Shan could hear was his own heartbeat that was throbbing and clattering.

In the rain of typhoid fever, the young man who resolutely left Changgemen and became an abandoned disciple felt almost regretful for a moment, thinking that if he agreed then, he would be consummated.However, the twists and turns are also people's hearts.

Several cold blades were intertwined to form a sky-wide net, quickly enveloping the young man standing in the center.The sound of wind, rain, murderous aura, and cold air also became a snare, rushing toward Yushan.

Knowing that he would die, Yu Shan closed his eyes.But I heard the sound of a piano, far away, like a reed in the middle of the water, so far away that it is suspicious that this is another dream.

"Where is this again?" It's not the first time they meet in a dream, Yushan looks around, the pink willows and green, white walls and blue tiles, like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.There is a hexagonal pavilion in the distance, and the clang of the piano comes from the pavilion.

As usual, follow the sound of the piano to find the past. Outside the hexagonal pavilion, layers of gauze curtains hang down, revealing a tall and tall figure in it, like a jade mountain.

The wind suddenly blows, the gauze curtain moves, and the figure in it is as ethereal as a cloud.Looking at it, it makes people feel the absurdity of Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly.Knowing that it was a dream, he couldn't stand the feeling of being unable to grasp it. Yu Shan lifted the gauze curtain and went in, and sat next to Yang Qingyue who was playing the piano.

Yang Qingyue took off the crown, let her hair loose, her face was calm, she closed her eyes and played the piano, she was quite romantic in the Wei and Jin Dynasties.His bony fingers criss-crossed the lyre, light or heavy, and his thick eyelashes drooped, casting a small square of feather-fan-like shadows in the eye sockets.

When Yang Qingyue opened her eyes, Yu Shan realized that she was too close.Warm breath sprayed on his cheek, as if something scratched his heart.

"You shouldn't have come." Yang Qingyue said flatly.

For some reason, Yu Shan felt angry.He replied angrily, "It's not that I have to connect with your dreams." After 13 years old, he had a dream connection with this person, unintentionally revealing a bit of God's will.

"Today, you shouldn't come." Yang Qingyue repeated.

Faced with his change of usual indifference, Yu Shan felt somewhat depressed for no reason. He suppressed the annoyance caused by Yang Qingyue's opening of his eyes, pondered for a moment, and asked, "Why?"

Yang Qingyue didn't speak.He fell silent, with a hint of confusion on his face and complex emotions in his eyes.Suddenly there was anxiety in the air.In order to suppress this uneasiness, Yu Shan looked around and changed the subject: "Well... this time it is not a desert scenery, but a Jiangnan water town. I remember you said you were born in Jiangnan Road. Is this the scenery of your hometown?"

These words seemed to remind Yang Qingyue unintentionally, he said yes in a deep voice, and then asked him: "Are you afraid?"

Yu Shan was surprised.In the dream, Yang Qingyue traveled with him to the great rivers and mountains, some dangers were everywhere, and the dangers turned into good fortunes. Why did he feel afraid when he came to his hometown?

However, the deliberately lowered footsteps around, and the people in black gradually gathering outside the pavilion, revealed extreme danger.

Looking at the dark shadows outside the gauze curtain and facing the silent Yang Qingyue, Yu Shan had a bad intuition. "Yang... Qingyue?" He tried to call him, but Yang Qingyue put her hands on the strings and closed her eyes again.At this time, he was as quiet as an abyss, and he was no longer the gentle and innocent person Yu Shan knew.

Outside the pavilion, those ghostly figures were approaching, and a sword edge parted the veil and poked in.The uneasiness that gripped his heart made Yu Shan grab Yang Qingyue's wrist unexpectedly and wanted to pull him away, but saw a flash of cold blade, half of the veil was cut off neatly, and fell to the ground.

A sudden cold wind came from all directions, making Yu Shan's face shiver and his heart tremble.At this moment, Yang Qingyue opened her eyes.Realizing that he opened his eyes, Yu Shan wanted to call him happily, but he couldn't say anything when he saw those eyes.

Those are a pair of eyes that contain madness and madness, but are no longer clear.

Typhoid never seemed to get better.The torrential rain that day devastated not only the bamboo forest, but also the rain-drenched youth.And in the fight that day, except for the young man, no one survived.

He was in a daze all day long, and Yushan couldn't distinguish day and night.However, he also has his own way of distinguishing himself from the day.

A kiss on the forehead heralds the beginning of the day.After some hours, the warm close body, the kiss on the corner of the mouth, heralded the end of the day.

What a sweet dream, Yu Shan closed his eyes and thought.The corner of the mouth that couldn't stop curling up was kissed by a pair of lips again, and then a slender finger pressed his cheek lightly, asking him, "How long will you sleep?"

Breathing out a hot breath, Yu Shan hummed twice, turned over and fell asleep again.

Until that day, the two met again in a dream.The green leaves meet the sky, the moonlight is scorching, the center of the lotus leaves is a hexagonal pavilion, and the light gauze hangs down.

And Yu Shan sat in the pavilion, facing Yang Qingyue.The only thing separated is a guqin.

Facing the familiar dream, the two remained silent.

"Since that time... this is the first time we met in a dream." Yang Qingyue opened her mouth.

Hearing this, Yu Shan felt uncomfortable all over, he just asked: "When did you know, you?"

"You insisted on sending that letter as an abandoned disciple of Changge Sect, so I guessed it."

"Ah", Yu Shan said, "I know I can't hide it from you..."

Yang Qingyue looked at him, and said softly: "But I want to hear from you. You love me, but leave me. If you don't make it clear, I will be sad."

Obviously it was just stating the facts, but because of its straightforwardness, it made Yu Shan blush.Under the gentle gaze of Yang Qingyue opposite, his face became even more reddened, half joy and half shame.

"...My uncle's death back then was not an accident, but he was killed by a villain in the court... The letter I sent was the evidence to overthrow that villain..." At that time, the anger in the chest that had been promised at that time, in The breeze-like eyes on the other side disappeared, and he just said condescendingly.

"Even if it's a fake secret letter?" Yang Qingyue reminded him gently.

Yu Shan moved his lips to defend, but in the end he just lowered his head and didn't look at him. "Feel sorry……"

After a long while, the silent Yang Qingyue pushed away the guqin, pulled the boy into her arms, and said, "There will be no next time... Do you know how worried I am? If I don't save you, maybe you will..." Read And the scene of the moment of death, he tightened his grip on the boy in his arms, not daring to let go.

At that time, the blade of the sword was only a short distance away from Yushan Mountain, and a few strands of hair that had been cut off fell to the ground.With the sound of a zither, a powerful internal force surged in like waves, shaking everyone present, regardless of whether they were enemies or friends, to feel their blood rushing and their lungs being squeezed, and then the blade fell out of their hands and fell to the muddy ground.

The internal force forms Qi blades, which are sent out in unison.Yu Shan only felt the air around him suddenly fierce, and the assassin screamed incessantly in his ears, and when he blinked again, the assassin was dead and wounded.

Taking a closer look, standing not far away is Yang Qingyue holding a guqin in her hands.Suspecting it was an illusion, Yu Shan didn't dare to blink, but just looked at him.After he walked through the muddy ground under the rain curtain and approached, he touched the boy's eyes with his hands, and then he closed them reluctantly.

"You are crying." It was clearly because of the heavy rain that people could not see the world clearly, and it was obviously because of this that the eyes were blurred, but Yang Qingyue still used an affirmative sentence.

As he spoke, he sighed, full of helplessness.Yu Shan opened his mouth, wanting to say too much, but in the end he passed out without saying anything.

The subsequent coma was just a day-to-day escape.But in today's dream, Yushan Yang Qingyue finally faced it calmly.He hugged Yang Qingyue tightly, raised his head and kissed his lips.Yang Qingyue lifted up a lock of hair hanging on his shoulders, and said thoughtfully: "Now, maybe we can go further..."

In March in the south of the Yangtze River, the grass grows and the warbler flies.

Yu Shan, an abandoned disciple of Changge, returned to the sect because of his meritorious service in maintaining the sect.Spring is in full bloom, Yang Yifei, the head of the Changge Sect, welcomes his elder brother who seldom goes out during his spare time dealing with the affairs of the sect.

"Brother, you had been with Yu Shan for many years in your dream, and you killed him..." Even though he had seen a lot, Yang Yifei couldn't digest the absurdity in it for a while.

Yang Qingyue nodded, took a sip of tea and said, "This is what I owe him in this life." In the dream, because of his confused thoughts, in the dream, countless men in black chased and killed Yu Shan by mistake, and he has been in trouble ever since. In guilt.Unexpectedly, a few years later, Yu Shan, who was supposed to meet in a dream, entered the Changge Gate, which slowly dissipated his demons.

Speaking of which, it must have been love at first sight... Yang Qingyue smiled slightly, and the mist from the teacup floated up.

Seeing his brother's gentle expression, Yang Yifei felt relieved, thought about the matter carefully and said: "Then you rushed to rescue him later, that will offset this."

Yang Qingyue didn't answer this question, but said: "Maybe I owe him more than that."

Kill him and save him.This story, strange to say, has achieved a relationship.

Yang Yifei came to understand, frowned in embarrassment, and took over the job of persuading his parents and everyone in the door.As a younger brother, he naturally hoped that his elder brother would be safe and happy.

The two brothers drank tea for a while.Yang Yifei thought of something and asked, "Where are the people from Yushan?"

"He," Yang Qingyue smiled rarely, thinking of someone with weak legs and low back pain, the smile deepened, "still asleep."

The end

The author has something to say: closing remarks

This article has been written for three years and has experienced a lot.

From playing swordsman to not playing swordsman, from not taking a step to taking a new step, from writing to not writing to rehabilitation.Well... The end of this article is a product I recently used to restore my writing skills. I don’t know if it’s good or not, but I think I’m actually very happy to draw this circle.

I hope all readers who read this article, little angels, that your life will be smooth and joyful.And I will also write articles, looking forward to meeting us in another article one day.