Reborn Enemy

Will give up, have you ever looked forward to it?

Perhaps, this is just a trial arranged by him, the last trial for Duan Shi, given the last chance, the abandonment of those people made him turn around completely.

No, since he escaped from the Duan family, how could he make such a boring temptation.

The proud mother and son of the Qi family still don't know that everything is his own design.He gave up everyone and devoted himself to pursuing the joy of kendo.

What a complex and pure person, so complicated that no one can see through, just like the extremely gorgeous swordsmanship, so pure that there is nothing, just like the heart that seems to not exist;

What a lonely person, so lonely that he took the whole cultivation world to play games with him.

The sound of bamboo bursts, and the shadow of the lamp shakes.Gu Pinglin sat cross-legged upright, occasionally took a sip from the jug in front of him, and then put it down again. Several empty jugs had been lost around the bamboo mat.The person opposite was reclining on the mat, propping his head with one hand, exuding a sense of leisure and calmness, his cloak was dazzlingly white under the shadow of the lamp, like a piece of moonlight lost in the world.

"I like this way of congratulating." He smiled and waved away a falling bamboo leaf with the flagon, and his face was slightly sideways. Even if Gu Pinglin was also a man, he couldn't help secretly admiring it.

No wonder he was able to attract so many female cultivators in his previous life, but it's a pity that he had such a good skin that he was born on a monster and let him use it to deceive the world.

Gu Pinglin lowered his eyes slightly and picked up the jug.

Duan Qingming also raised the jug to touch him, said "please", and drank with his head raised.

Gu Pinglin didn't say anything, and followed one after another, not lagging behind.

The chill in the forest was getting heavier and heavier, and the bamboo mat was damp with dew.No one said goodbye first, but there were a few more empty jugs beside them.

Duan Qingming shook the empty pot in his hand: "Oh, when will you get drunk?"

Gu Pinglin said: "Coincidentally, I think so too."

"You," Duan Qingming stood up and moved to his side with his eyes full of charm, "Is it so happy to win?"

Gu Pinglin said: "Of course."

Duan Qingming shook his head and stopped talking, and lay down, resting his head on his lap.

Gu Pinglin was very surprised that he would do this, his body froze slightly.

The red shadows at the end of the eyes became more vivid due to the alcohol, and there was a smile on the corner of the curved lips. Between the wrong eyes, there seemed to be a bewitching air in the smile, but if you look closely, you are still smiling.

At this time, Duan Qingming is like a hibernating snake, still cold-blooded, but puts away its fangs, puts away its suspicions, curls up docilely, and allows anyone to get close to it, as long as it doesn't touch the bottom line.

Gu Pinglin was not used to this kind of closeness, he frowned, subconsciously trying to push him away.

"I've seen you." He said suddenly.

Hearing this, Gu Pinglin immediately stopped his movements, and asked calmly after a while, "Why did you say that?"

Duan Qingming closed his eyes, as if lost in memory: "I was fortunate enough to enter the Tao when I was forming an alchemy, and I had an interesting dream."

Gu Pinglin remained calm: "Oh?"

"In Duan's house, the day we first met," Duan Qingming said slowly, his magnetic voice settled in the dark night, and he couldn't hear any special emotions, "You didn't get my clothes. The mother scolded her like a dog, and she was not allowed to eat." He paused, and said with a smile: "That Gu Xiaojiu is really pitiful, she can only be scolded obediently, how dare she come here to provoke me, say It's my opponent, huh?"

The ten-year-old boy was punished to stand under the corridor, like a green bamboo, thin and straight.Although the clothes on his body are good, they don't suit his face, they must be put on temporarily, he should also have no mother to take care of him, and he is not favored at home.In the face of punishment, those big eyes are calm and forbearing, bright and transparent.Watching the other brothers fawning over the mistress, the young man refused to bow his head to follow suit, not even begging for mercy.

What a lovely pride.

Duan Qingming suddenly opened his eyes, and said in an unclear way: "Maybe, that's not you."

silence.

The four eyes met, Gu Pinglin's expression was flawless, but his heart was already horrified.

How can it be!

Such scenes... Being scolded and punished are clearly past life experiences!Because he met Master and Ming Qingzi, he missed the lunch time, was scolded by his wife, and was severely beaten by Master Gu when he returned home.

Unexpectedly, that little monster actually saw all this!No wonder he would provoke himself later.

He "dreamed" about his previous life!

Is it a real dream, or a fake "dream"?What else does he... know?

In a trance, the poisonous snake in his arms changed back to his previous life, spitting out snake letters, baring his sharp teeth, and entangled tightly!Gu Pinglin instinctively guarded and defended, and almost lost control of his murderous aura. After he managed to stabilize his mind, he asked softly, "What else did you dream about?"

"Gone."

"Ok?"

Seeing his suspicion, Duan Qingming said: "If I really know everything, why should I test you?"

Gu Pinglin stared at those long and narrow eyes for a long time, but didn't find any fluctuations, and then slowly let go of his hand in the sleeve - after Duan Qingming came out of retreat, his attitude towards himself was a bit weird, and he tried to test each other all the way. like cheating.

Duan Qingming laughed: "What do you know?"

"How could I, an outsider, know about your dream?" Gu Pinglin said calmly, "Dreams are nothing but illusions, how can they be taken seriously."

"Unreal?" Duan Qingming said, "But this dream is too real, and thinking about it now, it still seems like yesterday."

Gu Pinglin didn't pick up the topic and drank.

Duan Qingming touched his flagon: "Gu Yingjian, Lan Feiyu, Zhiyan and Liquor...you didn't say anything?"

Gu Pinglin asked back: "What do you want me to say, is the dream true?"

Duan Qingming looked at him for a moment, then smiled: "Of course not."

Both of them stopped talking and drank one pot after another, dozens of empty bottles rolled on the ground around them.Zhiyan and Liquor lived up to its reputation, Gu Pinglin started to feel his face was hot as he gained stamina. Fortunately, Duan Qingming's condition seemed to be worse. He was lying motionless, with his hands hanging on the mat, and the jug in his hand was upside down, and the remaining wine had already flowed away. More than half, the table is full of fragrance.

Gu Pinglin was silent.

The fate changed, the old enemy in the past life, the brother in the present life, the closer I got, the more I understood, how much fellowship did I have for him, that's why I came to look for him tonight.

He is lonely, why not yourself?

Carrying the secrets of past life memories, it was like living in a dream. The revived Yue Songting and Bu Shuihan also seemed to be the people in the dream. Only he, this clever monster, confronted himself in real and false ways, delusional to share himself The secret, but more real.

An old enemy is not necessarily a confidant.

For the current relationship, Gu Pinglin felt nostalgia for the first time in his life.

This situation may be broken soon, and when the obsession is eliminated in the future, I will miss tonight instead.Duan Qingming has always been the opponent I admire the most. It is considered lucky to approach him by accident in this life. Although I don't intend to be an enemy with him, I still feel regretful that I can't become a friend.

Why Duan Qingming?

Gu Pinglin lowered his hands slowly, and knocked the jug lightly on the mat.

They all seem to be drunk.

As the lantern light gradually dimmed, Gu Pinglin suddenly raised his face and threw away the jug: "It's getting late, let's go."

Duan Qingming did not respond.

Knowing his drinking capacity, Gu Pinglin would not be deceived, so he pushed him away, got up, took the lantern and left.

There was no movement behind him.

Gu Pinglin turned his head and saw the white shadow lying in the darkness, like a ray of light that had been abandoned.

They are all smart people, so they won't pretend to be like this.Gu Pinglin walked back with a frown, took the wine jug in his hand and put it away, then helped him up, took the lantern in the other hand, and walked up the bamboo building.

This person put almost all his weight on Gu Pinglin's body, but his footsteps were surprisingly steady, without any disorder, and he didn't look like he was drunk at all.

The sturdy bamboo ladder makes a "creaking" sound when stepped on.The door was not closed, and the tables and chairs inside were all made of bamboo. There were not many furnishings, but everything was exquisite.There was a bamboo couch by the window, and on the couch lay an open book with folded pages.

Gu Pinglin supported him to walk to the bamboo couch.

Suddenly, something touched his face, and it was hot and humid.

"Duan Qingming!" Gu Pinglin's expression changed.

Duan Qingming was pushed against the edge of the couch and fell to the ground with a "bang", and then he quickly sat up on the bamboo couch.

Gu Pinglin stared at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "Is it fun to pretend to be drunk?"

"Drunk..." He rubbed his forehead and chuckled, "Gu Xiaojiu, I'm really drunk, I just like to...pretend to be awake."

People only pretend to be drunk, how can they pretend to be awake?These words are clear, how can it be said by a drunk person?When Gu Pinglin was teased like this, his heart became angry, and he lifted his foot and kicked it.

However, he really just kept his eyes open, groped with his hands, and lay down on the couch accurately.

His feet stagnated in mid-air, and he landed slowly.Gu Pinglin was stunned.

In the previous life, I saw him drinking alcohol many times, never getting drunk after a thousand cups, chatting and laughing happily, and almost everyone in the cultivation world knew that he was a good drinker. Is this true or false?

Pretending to be drunk?Pretending to be awake?Are you drunk or awake?

Gu Pinglin stood in front of the couch for a long time, finally leaned over, took the white feather blanket beside him and covered him, and closed the window again.

Waidan cultivators who have successfully refined their bodies don't have to worry about the wind and cold, but the Lingxin Sect has spiritual eyes, which occasionally attract strong winds, so they still need to be careful.

Putting aside all the emotions, Gu Pinglin returned to his residence, saw that there were still two hours before dawn, so he went to bed and sat cross-legged to circulate his true energy.

As expected, the gate of the second level of Huaqi was stuck, and the Art of Creation was of no help.

Several months of practice, no progress.

An hour later, Gu Pinglin finished his work and fell silent in the dark.

If the obsession is not broken, the road is not smooth.

The old enemy, should have been the old enemy.