A gentleman riding a red dust smile

In the 47th year of Xianqing, a fisherman picked up a young man in the river.The young man then went home with him, chopping firewood and planting fields in the mountains while recuperating from his injuries. He was injured and left after three months.

Chizhou Xianqing 48 years.An ugly young man passed by Xiqi, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the petals were fragrant everywhere.He suddenly remembered that in the drizzle of peach blossoms, the boy in white had lost his eyes in the flying petals.The corners of the slightly dry mouth moved slightly, wondering if the man was okay.

Chizhou Xianqing 49 years.Chang Sun Jue opened his eyes.The world is still there, but one person is missing.

Chizhou Xianqing 50 years.That ugly young man appeared in Qianchuan.When he saw the stinky tofu sprinkled with chili noodles on the roadside stall, he remembered someone's face that was stinkier than tofu, and subconsciously laughed.

Chizhou Xianqing 51 years.Sun Jue, the patriarch of Minghe Young Patriarch, finally came out of seclusion after five years of retreat, and joined forces with Xie Ke's two great families to exterminate Huashi.Hua Zhongyang died in Wanguiya, and Changsun Jue became famous in the first battle at the peak of the Six Realms, known as Yi Mingjun.

Yi Mingjun, who won the first prize at the celebration banquet, left early, but went to Baicao Zhai to meet Ai Zixuan for a drink, and brought more than 50 altars of drunken wine.The two drank heavily, Ai Zixuan only drank seven altars, but Changsun Jue didn't know how much he drank.

For the first time in his life, Changsun Jue was drunk.

Ai Zixuan, who has long been unconscious, said bitterly: "Huaijing, Huaijing, do you know what it means to be dead? If you die, you are gone! You can't come back!"

Changsun Jue sat on the steps of the porch, drank another sip of wine, looked at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes dimmed, "What if there is still a remnant soul left?"

Ai Zixuan: "You have been looking for it for so many years, have you found it?"

Changsun Jue remained silent, looking lonely.

Ai Zixuan: "So, it's gone! There's not even a trace of soul left...the places you go and the things you do are meaningless! It's time to let go, understand?"

Changsun Jue shook his head stubbornly like a child, and said, "I promised him." He looked at Ai Zixuan with a bit of aggrieved gaze.

Ai Zixuan sighed helplessly, "I thought that the hardest thing about time is 'I can't ask for it', but I don't think it's 'I can't let it go'."

Changsun Jue laughed like he was crying, "I have a mother, brother Shaoning, and you... But he is the only one left. If I don't even believe him, he will really be gone..."

Chizhou Xianqing 52 years.The man in the cloak traveled to Hokuriku and sat in the tavern at the northernmost point of the Chizhou mainland, eating peanuts and drinking the cheapest spirits in the store.He heard local guests talking about the giant white sea dragon that everyone here feared back then, so he asked curiously, "Where is the giant dragon now?"

"Brother, you are an outsider, so you don't know. About ten years ago, a fairy official in white suddenly came to our town one day, fought with a sword for three days and three nights, and beheaded the dragon! It is said that The dragon tendon is cramped, it is really powerful!"

More than ten years ago...the fairy official in white...the dragon tendon...

The man looked at the bracelet on his wrist that had been fluttering since he came to Hokuriku, and muttered to himself, "No way..."

Chizhou Xianqing 53 years.Changsun Jue woke up in the middle of the night, the suffocation in the rushing water in the dream still lingered on the tip of his nose and chest.He reached out and touched the vacant space next to him, his hands were cold.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, slowly opened it, and there were five words written on it, "Amulet of Responsibility".

He murmured, "Liar!"

Chizhou Xianqing 54 years.The man was reading the books on formation techniques left by his old friend.

In the early years, he had nothing to do, and one day he suddenly remembered the finger wrench with books in it.He had carried it with him all these years but never opened it. When he opened it, he found that not only was there a book selected for him by someone, but also that every formation in every book had his annotations.He remembered the joke he said in a certain year and a certain month, but that person took it seriously.

So many books, so many annotations, how much time and energy did he spend...

From then on, the men began to study these books seriously.

On this day, he read the heart protection talisman array.This talisman array needs to be drawn with real blood, copied once a day, and the talisman can be formed in seven to seven 49 days.The talisman only takes effect once, and at the time of life and death, the person who draws the talisman can bear half of the damage for the person carrying the talisman.

The man chuckled, forcing out 49 drops of true blood was already extremely depleting of vitality, and even if the opponent was seriously injured, half of it would be taken away, what a fool it is to use this talisman.But his teasing smile froze on his face before it disappeared.

He once fell from a cliff, and saw the light emanating from his waist in a hazy state of consciousness...

He returned to the explanation about the Talisman Array, and read it carefully, the more he read, the more disturbed he became.

But at that time, he didn't carry a talisman with him...

There was a stagnation in his heart, there was no talisman paper, but there was a talisman array.He had seen this happen, more than once.

There was a self-deprecating smile on his lips.After just a few glances, did that person learn it again?

He took out the black steel feather that had followed him for many years from his chest, and stroked it with his fingertips.After a long silence, he only said two words, "Fool..."

That night, Changsun Jue, half asleep and half awake, seemed to see a glittering and translucent spirit butterfly lingering in front of the tent...

Chizhou Xianqing 55 years.The elder Sun Jue was at the desk to deal with the affairs of the clan, and his servants served hot tea. Seeing several spirit butterflies flying around him, he asked, "Young Sect Master, these spirit butterflies have come again, do they need to be driven away?"

Changsun Jue raised his head, then raised his hand, and the spirit butterfly circled around his slender and bony fingers.He shook his head slightly, "No need."

I don't know when, from time to time, there are such spirit butterflies flying here.Not many, just a few, chasing and dancing around him.

When he thought it was strange at first, he checked it, and found that it was just an ordinary butterfly built with spiritual power, without any mechanism.He thinks it is very beautiful, and even feels that they are a little close, looking at them can even calm down his mind.

This year, Mrs. Shuang of Minghe Changsun's family finally recovered from the illness she had suffered since reincarnation.This year, the pure-hearted and ascetic Yi Mingjun agreed to marry Miss Xiqi Xie.

Some people said that it was Miss Xie's meticulous care of Mrs. Shuang over the past nine years that finally moved Mr. Yi Ming.Some people also said that this was what Mrs. Shuang meant, and Mr. Yiming had to obey because of his filial piety.But more people lamented that Miss Xie was so infatuated that she finally watched the moonlight when the clouds opened.

It's just that although the in-laws have been fixed, there is no news of the wedding date.It is said that Mr. Yiming vowed to keep filial piety for his father for ten years, and he could not get married before the filial piety period.Some people praised him for his filial piety, while others secretly commented that he let Miss Xie's family waste nine years for him, and wasted it for him, which is not what a man does.But that is ultimately a matter between the eldest grandson's family and the Xie family.At this time, Yi Mingjun is at the peak of the seventh realm, and breaking into the eighth realm is already a matter of time.The man is talented and the woman is beautiful, and the marriage of the two families is still a good story in Xianmen.

Song Lingshuang was walking on the road in gray clothes and a cloak. He had just broken through the eighth stage.When a monk breaks through the realm, he will attract thunder, and the thunder of the eight realms is even more eye-catching.In order to avoid people's eyes and ears, Song Lingshuang would go to an uninhabited island in the East China Sea in recent years.The island was what he had discovered while traveling around.

This year has been ten years since he fell into the cycle of reincarnation.

Ten years ago, Song Lingshuang opened his eyes on a fisherman's boat.The sun was glaring, his first thought was, why is the sun shining so brightly in the underworld?

His body was wet, and every bone seemed to be cracked.He couldn't help but think again, it turns out that death still hurts.

"Little brother, you are awake!"

Hearing the sound, Song Lingshuang sat up, only to realize that she was on a small boat, and the person who spoke just now was the boatman who was rowing.

Could this be the legendary Wangchuan?Then the person in front of him must be the ferryman.

"Little brother?" Seeing him staring blankly, the boatman asked again, thinking that he had caught a fool, right?

"May I ask how long Xiongtai is away from the underworld?" Song Lingshuang asked.

The boatman blinked, is he really a fool?To make sure that he didn't hear it wrong, he asked, "What?"

Seeing the other party's reaction, Song Lingshuang asked tentatively, "You don't want to tell me that I'm not dead yet, do you?"

The boatman suddenly laughed, "Little brother, you are much more alive than the fish in my basket!"

This time it was Song Lingshuang's turn to be dumbfounded.He obviously drank Duan Hun San, but in a trance, he seemed to be thrown into the reincarnation, not only alive, but also not missing arms or legs?

He tried hard to recall, except that he seemed to have seen a bright light in his blurred consciousness, but he couldn't remember any details.

He stretched out his hand, moved his fingers, stretched his legs again, and then pinched himself.

Is he really alive?

After the doubt, there was sudden joy.

He said to the boatman, "I want to disembark, please come to the shore."

The boatman readily agreed.

Song Lingshuang got off the boat and started walking.Although even he himself thought it was incredible, but he survived the catastrophe, God opened his eyes!I have to go back and tell my wife and A Jue.

When he thought of this, a trace of excitement rose in his heart. Although his whole body was in pain, he even walked briskly.

But every time he took a step, his steps became a little heavier.

He thought of his wife and juniors on the moat of reincarnation.

He also thought of Changsun Jue's back when he left.

He remembered what his wife said, "One day you are a member of my eldest grandson's family, and it will not be your turn to resist."

He thought of his parents, brothers and sisters, the people on Qingyan Mountain, and the little beggar whom he only met for a few days...

Will he drag everything he cherishes into the mud?

Song Lingshuang walked slower and slower, his steps became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped.

He, Song Lingshuang, had been fearless for most of his life.But now he is terribly afraid, afraid of dragging a group of people down, afraid of facing a single person.

He stood on the rocks of the river beach scorched by the sun.The river was long, and he didn't know where it was going, and he had nowhere to go back.

He turned to look at the boatman who had not had time to leave, and asked, "Brother, I'm sorry, can you give me another ride?"

For ten years, Song Lingshuang traveled alone between the heaven and the earth in Chizhou, hiding in the vast crowd.At this time, he was walking on this deserted path, sweating profusely and thirsty.This is not the first time he passed by here, he knew that there would be a tea shed on the side of the road ahead, so he stepped up

The tea shed was simple, just a bench, and there was already a guest on the bench, dressed in plain white clothes, with a cloak and light gauze covering his face, his face could not be seen clearly, but from his figure and clothes, he was a gentleman.

The shopkeeper burns tea at the back, and pours a pot of tea into a large vat to dry.It is really rare to have a tea shed in this place where there is no village or shop behind.Every time he passed by here, Song Lingshuang would come in to rest for a while.

He walked up to the man in white who came earlier and sat down, and yelled at the boss behind him, "Shopkeeper, have a bowl of tea."

Before the store could respond, the young master next to him said, "If you don't mind, you can have a drink with me, young master." The voice was very low.

Song Lingshuang was startled.

The young man next to him said again, "I just soaked too much, I'm afraid I can't finish it."

The shopkeeper behind him asked, "Guest officer, do you want tea or not?"

Song Lingshuang smiled heartily and said, "I don't want it for now." He couldn't push back his warm invitation, but he was too embarrassed to sit in vain, so he added, "Don't worry, the tea money will be paid!"

The hand of the young master who came first froze when he poured the tea, but it was only for a moment.He handed the poured tea to Song Lingshuang, "Young Master is still considerate."

Song Lingshuang shook his hands, "I live in the market, so I can think of something together!" After speaking, he took a sip of tea, "Biluoxian? I never thought that there is such a good tea here!"

The shopkeeper in the back laughed and said, "The tea this young master drinks is not what I can have in this small tea shed!"

The voice behind the veil seemed a little surprised, "My lord also understands tea?"

Song Lingshuang finished drinking the Biluoxian in the teacup with her head up, put the cup by her hand, looked into the distance, and said with a smile, "I don't know much about tea! To be honest, among all the teas, I only know Biluoxian."

"Why is this?"

"I have a friend who likes Biluoxian very much. Every time I go to drink his tea, I always drink Biluoxian. If I drink too much, I will remember the taste." He remembered some things from the past.

At that time, when that person made tea, he always had the cheek to ask for it.In fact, he doesn't like drinking tea at all, it's just that the person who looks at him coldly on weekdays is only as gentle as jade when making tea.

He likes to see the way he cooks tea, and also likes the way he puts the teacup on the saucer meticulously and pushes it in front of him.

Thinking of this, the memories turned into a smile, "Speaking of which, he also likes to wear white clothes, which is somewhat similar to you, brother."

Song Lingshuang said so, but in fact that person was as cold as a piece of ice with low air pressure all over his body, and this young man in white who made people feel gentle even if he couldn't see his face was simply two extremes.

The man in white took a sip of tea, and after a while, he suddenly asked, "What kind of person is this friend of yours?"

Song Lingshuang said with a smile, "He is a very twisted person. He is extremely picky about food and clothing, and he must learn everything to the extreme. He has a stinky temper and a stinky face!"

"It sounds like he is someone you hate very much." The man in white said.

Song Lingshuang shook his head when he heard the words, with a wry smile on his lips, "It should be said that I am the one he hates." He seemed to be recalling something, "Although he has a bad temper, he has a good heart. He has a knife mouth and a tofu heart. , I can’t even take care of myself, but I always want to take care of others, and I have to do it secretly, so that no one will know. Do you think it’s awkward or not?” His thoughts drifted a little far, but he was pulled back by a sentence.

"He doesn't hate you." The man in white next to him said.

Song Lingshuang was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head away with a smile, "How does brother know?"

The other party was silent for a moment.

Song Lingshuang laughed at himself in his heart. He was just being polite, so why did he take it seriously?Just as he was about to open his mouth to ridicule himself, the other party said softly, "Those who can make tea for you will not hate you."

Song Lingshuang looked at the tea in the cup, the person seemed to be here, but not here.He seemed to see the clean and cold young man in white again, and turned to him and said, "I have something to tell you when I come back."

At that time he dared not listen.Now he wanted to hear it, but couldn't hear it.

Huangliang dreamed.In the dream, maybe that person didn't hate him as much as I thought.

The scorching sun was in the sky, the shed was shady and cool, and suddenly there was a wind.

Song Lingshuang smiled in relief, "Thank you."

When he turned his head again, the person next to him was gone.

The curtains of the tea booth are fluttering, and the cups on the bench are rippled and steaming.There is a half-pack of Biluoxian, and a white gauze cloak is next to it.

When we met by chance, we drank a cup of tea together.The rivers and lakes are far away, so you don't have to stick to it.It's so good to be so casual.

Song Lingshuang thought about it, but felt a little envious.

The boss behind him raised his head and said in surprise, "Hey, when did that guest officer leave?" He glanced at the things left on the bench, "Hey, why did you forget to take away the unfinished tea?"

Song Lingshuang smiled and said to the shopkeeper, "You can store it for me, maybe I will meet you someday."

He drank the rest of the tea alone, thanked the boss for the tea money, and continued on his way.After walking far away for a long time, I remembered that I drank a good tea from someone, and I still don’t know what his name is...

The author has something to say:

The two chapters rely on Xiaoshou to carry the big beam~

Make a transition, don’t miss the foreshadowing~