Sword net three love thread peeling cocoon

Many people think that war is made up of constant struggle, but it is not.

War is made of waiting.

The truth is often cruel.As long as there are people's hearts, there will be disputes, evil breeds, love and hate, and desires, and invincible devils emerge from the ground one after another, and those who trek along this road can't see it at all. dawn.

They can only wait.When the weapons in their hands are no match for the heaven and earth shattered by the finger of the supreme being, they can only wait for an east wind to bring them back to the prosperous Tang Dynasty in their dreams.

The enemy is dead, the friend is dead, and the guilty or innocent will eventually be displaced to the underworld.It's easy to say, but who can really wipe out the tens of thousands of innocent people who lost their lives because of it?

And the tragedy of disastrous lives cannot be brought to an end with the death of An Lushan alone.

The fate of Datang has been pushed to the cusp, and the forces coming from all directions are scrambling to grab that supreme but dangerous position, as if once they ascend, they will enjoy endless power and glory.

How can it be so easy?Huo Qingyun thought.But they were all thrown into a chaotic chess game.

Humans are obviously thoughtful and decisive creatures, but they are willing to be turned into immovable pawns by all kinds of temptations.

Huo Qingyun received a letter from Ye Anran on the way back to Luoyang City on horseback. Sang Mo saw that his hand holding the letter trembled almost invisibly, and then raised his head to look at himself: "Do me a favor."

Sang Mo was sensitive to the obvious unusualness in the other party's tone, and couldn't help becoming nervous: "What happened?"

"Zhanmei is gone." Huo Qingyun said succinctly, "I suspect that this matter has something to do with his biological father, help me to find out whether King Feng has been targeted recently."

Sang Mo nodded, and Huo Qingyun got on the horse: "I'll go to the Tibetan Sword Villa first, and see you in the camp outside the Wulao Pass in three days." After saying that, he flicked the whip and left in the dust.

The Rongji Restaurant in Luoyang City has countless delicacies that are well-known for hundreds of miles, and seafood delicacies are the most popular among them.It can be said that this is Ye Zhanmei's favorite restaurant in the Central Plains, far better than the light and mellow beauty of Shili Yangzhou or the luxury and luxury of Chang'an.

And Boss Cui of this restaurant is even more open-eyed because of the arrival of the young master of the Ye family - who wouldn't like a big-spending and talkative guest?He got the news early and went downstairs to greet them in person, and guided them to the quiet and elegant seat on the third floor familiarly.

Huo Qingyun peeled the prawns for Ye Zhanmei, and habitually looked at the people coming and going downstairs, and sighed: "I don't think this store has been open for so long. When we first came, you told me This railing is taller on one side." He compared the wooden railing next to the elegant seat.

Ye Zhanmei held a crab leg in his mouth and said: "Yes, I remember that it was just a small shop at the beginning, one floor high, and the proprietress cooked good noodles, and the best one was fresh shrimp noodles."

Huo Qingyun said with a smile: "It's a pity that the proprietress ran away with someone in a few years. The current proprietress is a young lady who doesn't touch her fingers. However, the business here is getting better and better."

"Speaking of it, I still miss it—hey!" Ye Zhanmei took a bite of the pie that was just delivered, and said with a sad face, "This one is actually spicy."

The little second who was serving food next to him said: "Mr. Ye, this is a new product that our store just launched this month. The filling is dried plum vegetables marinated with mountain peppers, and it is made with fresh pork belly grilled. This pie has just been released. When it was launched, it was well received in the city, because the boss told us to treat people well, so the back kitchen specially delivered the freshly baked ones."

"That's it, it's a pity that I don't eat spicy food." Ye Zhan looked at it with embarrassment, and stuffed the remaining pancake into Huo Qingyun's mouth.

The waiter in the shop immediately became embarrassed: "I'm really sorry, young master, I'll take it down right away."

Huo Qingyun threw the peeled prawns into the bowl in front of Ye Zhanmei, took a bite of the pie and said, "No, I think it's quite delicious. This restaurant has frequent turnover, so it's normal not to remember personal taste."

The waiter let out a sigh of relief, hurriedly bowed and retreated.

"It's actually quite delicious." Ye Zhan smacked his eyebrows and sipped his lips, and took a sip of tea, "I'm going to find Boss Cui and ask him to quickly develop a non-spicy pie! Do you think a thousand gold is enough to make it? ?”

"Don't waste your money." Huo Qingyun was about to dissuade her when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure downstairs from the corner of her eye, "Wait, that's..."

Ye Zhanmei followed his gaze and recognized it immediately: "Brother Bu! Why is he here?"

Counting on one's fingers, this is already Chunchi's tenth year in Chunyang Palace.

Ten years ago, she met that man, and then worshiped him.Countless pairs of envious eyes cast on her, but at that time she could not even comprehend the meaning of those eyes.

Gradually, she realized how lucky she was.However, this is not because she can become the sharpest sword in Chunyang Palace - the personal disciple of Taoist priest Mu Xi, but because she can meet such a person in her lifetime.

It is often heard that the master traveled in the rivers and lakes in his early years, and his reputation as a chivalrous man spread far and wide.But just ten years ago, he was seriously injured and disappeared from the Temple of Dihua, and returned unharmed half a year later, and accepted himself as his first disciple, and never stepped out of Huashan Realm.

The glory shining on those old things is always left to others to comment on, and the master in Chunchi's memory is always silent and restrained.He never spoke when it was not necessary, and even when teaching swordsmanship, he mostly used personal demonstrations instead of verbal instructions, which always made Chun Chi feel a little hopeful for that deep and melodious voice.

The sword in Mu Xi's hand is obviously the same as the swords of other disciples in the palace, but he can always use his power to shock the universe.Chun Chi practiced day and night according to his guidance for ten years, but he still felt that he was a thousand miles away from the kind of sword intent that was all-encompassing but all-encompassing.

She was always clueless, and asked more than once about her brothers and sisters in the palace, her parents, and that person.

This in the end is why?

The brother said, because you have never experienced the test of life and death thousands of times in the bloody rivers and lakes like Uncle Mu, how can ordinary people easily learn Uncle Mu's indifference and detachment?

She felt that it made some sense, but it didn't seem enough.

Daddy said, Chi'er, you should know that Chunyang Palace is not only famous for its swordsmanship.Just blindly practicing hard will not work, you still need to spend more time on cultivating the Tao.Taoism follows nature, and it emphasizes governance through inaction. If you can understand the truth one day, everything in the world will move in your mind, your eyes will open up naturally, your heart will be stable, and the sword in your hand will also have great fortune.

She wants to say that she has also worked hard to learn Taoism, but she feels that she has been dull and dull in this regard for many years.

Master listened, but did not answer her.He just put his palm on her shoulder, said something, you are still young, and left.

In his eyes, there is ice and snow that does not melt all year round, just like the peak of Huashan Mountain, spring and autumn come and go year after year, no matter how violent the wind and no matter how warm the sun is, it cannot take away the cold that has taken root.

Chunchi looked at Mu Xi's receding back, and clenched his lower lip.

Master, I have... grown up.

Another year of Ching Ming Festival, Mu Xi got drunk again, Chun Chi couldn't remember how many times he stood outside his room bewildered.

For ten years, she has been his closest person and only personal disciple, but she has never really understood him.

There were countless words in her heart that she wanted to say but couldn't say.

She wanted to ask, Master, are you really cultivated into the body of a fairy like the rumors in the world?If he really attained Taoism and became immortal, why did he stay in this world for a long time, unwilling to leave?

Master, what are you thinking now?

Master, what happened on Ching Ming Festival?

Chun Chi approached the sleeping man lying on the ground with light steps, staring at his side face obsessively.

This face is so young that people can't tell his age. I have heard for a long time that those who have learned the Tao have fairy magic to protect the body, which can be used as a method of rejuvenation. There is no weakness, no aging, no sense of age, and no poisons invade the body.

Master, if you are really like what the world says, why is there always a heavy snowfall between your brows?

Mu Xi suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed Chunchi's arm.

Chunchi was taken aback, and froze in place, not daring to move, watching him slowly approaching her.

His expression was as indifferent and alienated as in the past, and only from those deep and invisible eyes could he vaguely distinguish a little bit of drunkenness.But Chunchi knew that he could no longer see clearly what was in front of him, so he got so close.

Master, last month I attended the Famous Sword Conference on behalf of Chunyang Palace and came back with a peerless sword, do you know?

Master, why you can teach me, praise me, protect me, but don't want to tell me?

Chunchi looked away in embarrassment, and caught a glimpse of the calligraphy and paintings scattered on the ground, the Guqin painting that was always treasured by the master and kept at the bottom of the bookshelf.No one has the chance to see this painting on weekdays, and only today does it see the light of day every year.

There is only a broken guqin on the painting, and a poem: the mountains have trees, and the trees have branches, and the heart is happy with the king, and the king knows it.

During the Ching Ming Festival three years ago, she asked timidly, Master, why is there a typo in the poem above?

Mu Xi was so drunk that she couldn't hear her words clearly, so she just snatched the painting back from her hand and drove her out of the room.

Mu Xi's face was getting closer and closer, and suddenly stopped half an inch away from her.

Chunchi didn't dare to vent his anger, and lowered his eyes nonchalantly, not looking at him.

Mu Xi stared for a moment, then suddenly said: "You are not him, who are you?"

"Master..." Chun Chi said weakly.

"Go away!" Mu Xi pushed her violently, pushing her back a few steps before she could stand still, and fell to the ground again.

Chunchi exited the room, slowly closed the door, leaned on the door and watched the mountains in the distance, and shed tears silently.

Master, who are you thinking about?

Huo Qingyun received the tip, investigated for many days, and finally locked Ye Zhanmei's whereabouts in a prison not far from Chengdu.

This prison is a private building, nominally under the name of a wealthy businessman in central Sichuan, but in fact it was the handiwork of a powerful official in the current dynasty. probing.

Hong Lu, the commander of the garrison in Chengdu, also felt strange when he heard about this, and proposed to dispatch the army to go to investigate with Huo Qingyun, but Huo Qingyun politely refused.

"The collusion between the government and the businessman, which also involves the dispute between Feng Wang and others, it's better not to startle the snake." Huo Qingyun put on a dark cloak and said, "I'll sneak into it at night to investigate, you wait here That’s enough to stand by.”

Hong Lu handed over a few small cylinders: "This is a communication flare commonly used in the army here, take it with you just in case."

Huo Qingyun was about to refuse, but after a moment of hesitation, she took it over, nodded and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

When the country was dying, the intrigue in the court became more and more intense, so that Huo Qingyun, who had been on the battlefield all year round, could not accurately estimate how many forces were involved in this matter.In order not to make things worse, he had to choose to be careful, and even Chuanyue stayed in the jungle under the outer wall of the prison, climbing over the wall alone.

The guards in the prison are not strict, there are only a few teams of patrolling soldiers outside, and most of the guards inside are drowsy.Huo Qingyun stole a bunch of cell keys very easily, and took advantage of the dim light in the prison to hide her figure and looked at each one.

He went all the way to the innermost place before he found Ye Zhanmei.

He had never imagined that the man would have such a scene - covered in bruises, unconsciously thrown on the cell floor.

Huo Qingyun opened her eyes wide in disbelief, feeling her mouth and nose were blocked by someone, and she couldn't breathe for a while.

When the poisonous arrows that pierced through the air were only an inch in front of his eyes, when he was surrounded by ten times the number of Spikes, when he was scattered by artillery and fell to the bottom of the Yangtze River, or even when someone pointed a sword at his chest, he would never forget. Without changing his face, he can use his life and death to maintain an unusually calm mind and proud martial arts under any circumstances, and use the shortest time to move towards the most correct way out.

It's not like now, I don't even have the courage to lift my legs, and I have to hold on to the iron bars tightly to keep standing.

Rather than like now, his mind was blank like never before.

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