Emperor's Landing

The autumn orchids are green, and the green leaves are purple stems.The hall is full of beauties, and suddenly I am alone with Yu Xi.When you enter, you don't say anything, when you leave, you don't say goodbye. When you ride the wind, you can carry the cloud flag.Don't be sad, let's be parted, and be happy, let's get acquainted with each other.

—— "Shao Si Ming"

Mo Suyi and Xia Bi He Guitou have traveled together for two years.Although they are brothers, Mo Suyi admires this bearded and chivalrous man even more.

On the surface, He Guitouren is as his name suggests, his appearance is unremarkable, and the two opposite sides are inconceivably unified in him. He looks ugly, with a beard, seven feet tall, complexion as black as iron, and raised eyebrows.He is bold and capable, full of chivalry, galloping like a dog, drinking like a long whale, drunk for a thousand minutes.

He Guitou used to be an official when he was young, but when his official career was stymied, he had no way to ask for a job, and then he transferred to the martial arts arena.He is well-read and knowledgeable, born with a strong pen, and can wield thousands of characters. He can be called the prefect of articles. He can read all kinds of scriptures and books, and he likes to proofread ancient books by himself.According to reports, when he first came out of the martial arts, he swept away the demon killers with a pen, and became famous all over the world.Since then, the world has gained the title of "Hero in the Pen".

Although He Guitou came from the Sword Sect, he never attached to any righteous sect, and has been wandering the world alone.Later, I met a beautiful woman, but it was a pity that my confidant was unlucky.Since then, on the nights of March and May and on the day of worship, without exception, he never forgets to write poems in mourning for his wife Ronger, with long thoughts, graceful and beautiful, and very leisurely thoughts and grievances.

Mo Suyi is always very strange, for a man of seven feet and boldness, he would secretly weep and write lingering and deep love words for a long-dead wife.In the rivers and lakes, there are too many flamboyant and flashy people who pursue fame and wealth. It seems that there are very few chivalrous heroes who do not admire fame and value love and righteousness.Whenever I see He Guitou, I will go back to my memory, thinking of many past events, and the words and deeds of Master and Ye Maozi are vivid again.

Last year during the Hungry Ghost Festival, the two agreed to go to Guren Peak to worship the Taoist priest and the tomb of Yingwoyi as usual.Before leaving, the two of them went to the market together to pick out a few fruits, and carrying joss sticks, they bumped along the way.

He Guitou misses his wife so tenderly, but he is not polite when he talks and does things on weekdays. Mo Suyi has always been used to being alone and doesn't like to talk, but He Guitou is always full of ink. He kept answering, but it was also very lively.Traveling along the road, talking and laughing never stopped.

"Tell me about your niece's childhood!" Guitou He asked the younger brother.

"Senior sister's nickname in Jianghu is Wild Cat, and she behaves wildly like a cat." Mo Suyi raised her head and glanced at the sky slightly, and smiled with her temples.

He Guitou showed a slight belly while walking, with his hands on his back, holding the small package with his fingers, he laughed and said after hearing the words: "Haha, you are not as refined and refined as his parents at all, but more like me Like your own daughter."

Hearing this, Mo Suyi thought for a moment that he might implicate his dead wife, seeing He Guitou's calm expression and not showing any signs of abnormality, she continued, "That's right! My master often praises her, she's quite masculine. .”

"Your master is making him look like a girl!" He Guitou said with humor.

Mo Suyi laughed out loud after hearing this, "Even you can hear the meaning, but my senior sister has always been proud of it!"

"How does your senior sister treat you?" He Guitou calmed down and asked quietly.

"Senior sister, you bully me, scold me, tease me, grab things from me, don't take me to play - and always make up a lot of reasons to save the world, and often make me half dead with anger." Mo Suyi sipped her lips slightly. mouth, and continued, "But! When she was here, the three of us and Master were like a complete family, fighting, talking and laughing, that was the most carefree in my life. , the happiest day. When they are there, there is a sunny sky above my head. I am not afraid of any difficulties. Now, they leave me alone in this bloody world to bear the sadness alone , This kind of taste, only you can experience it best."

"That's right! Don't be surprised by the wine and fall into a heavy sleep, and the book gambling disappeared with the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was only normal." Guitou He immediately chanted a poem in response.

"It's a good one, 'At that time, only the Tao was ordinary', now I know that all the ordinary things are actually the most unusual. I didn't know what a precious gift it was until I lost it in my heart." Mo Suyi said with emotion .

"When you meet, you are a bosom friend, and we are the same people who have fallen in the end of the world! Brother Mo, you and I must drink a few glasses today." He Guitou parted his hands behind his back, let go of the other hand, and patted Mo Suyi's back proudly. One shot, showing the unruly pride of the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes.

On Guren Peak, Sri Lankan people are no longer lonely.Mo Suyi added another passerby in this world.This year's Hungry Ghost Festival, although the sadness of life and death is pervasive, there are also laughter and whistling winds.The two are determined to walk the rivers and lakes from now on, wielding their swords in the rain, and drawing their swords to help each other when the road is uneven, adding some righteousness to this turbid world, so that people in the world will not despair.On the way down the mountain, both of them were a little bit drunk, and their expressions were very passionate. They talked about the past and the present, and even danced and sang impromptu songs when they were high-pitched, drunk and wild.

On the night of Ghost Festival, the streets are still empty.The two consciously found a noodle shop, ate a bowl of noodles in a hurry, and then went straight to the hut.

When I returned to the hut at night, I was very tired.In the middle of the night, Mo Suyi was lying on the straw mat and couldn't sleep, when he suddenly heard the shrill choking sound in the courtyard, small and continuous, listening carefully, it was He Guitou who was praying to the moon alone to sacrifice his wife.

If the understanding of a person is only on the outside, the friendship will be greatly reduced. He Guitou is a person worthy of deep friendship.Usually, the Sri Lankan speaks carelessly, without any coyness, and is not afraid of any life or death difficulties at all, and his heroism is not inferior to any heroes in the quack.Only the children have a lot of affection, the most affection is the most sexual, and the emotion is deep.In this point, Daoist Wuqing is very different from him. The master in Mo Suyi's heart is from beginning to end a person who only has the world in his heart.

Mo Suyi was curious, so he listened with his ears. He Guitou was singing a song "Partridge Sky" in a low voice, "Everything is different after passing the Changmen. Why do you come together and return differently?" The white-headed mandarin duck is lost and flies away. The original grass, the first light of the sun. The old habitat and the new ridge are close together. Lying on an empty bed and listening to the rain at the south window, who will light up the night to mend clothes?" In the words, the pain is that things are different, and the heart is full of sadness. Singing out with the sound of mourning, how sad!Mo Suyi listened carefully, feeling melancholy in her heart: At the beginning, I thought of a rough man with tears streaming down his face, but thinking about the picture, there was a sense of disharmony, but the sad words were like weeping, and it made people feel sad. Chill, recalling the sorrow of the past, adding to the pain.He Guitou looks like a rough man, but in fact he is more affectionate than a scholar. Mo Suyi got along with him for a while, and even read the scattered mourning essays he wrote for his late wife Rong'er. Collected together, they can be compared to a masterpiece .

During the day, Mo Suyi always felt that something was wrong when he saw Guitou He laughing all the time.Now Fang understands that this moment is the time to vent his fragile emotions. When he is depressed, should he get up and persuade him? Reason tells him that he should stay on the bed and listen to the movement.I only know that it has been a long time——

At some point, drowsiness hit her, and when Mo Suyi opened her eyes, it was already another morning.He hurriedly put on his boots, ran out, and saw Guitou He just coming from outside, carrying breakfast in his hand.His face flushed slightly, he felt embarrassed, and the eyes of the two met, Mo Suyi saw that He Gui's head was flushed, exuding joy, the cloud of last night was swept away.Mo Suyi had the feeling of being a thief, and felt uneasy in her heart.He only heard a rough voice, "Mo Suyi, let's have some breakfast!" He quickly put the rice in his hand into Mo Suyi's hand, and Mo Suyi hurriedly asked: "Brother, have you eaten yet?"

"Don't worry, I ate outside. Seeing that you were still awake in the morning, I walked around the streets alone." He Guitou said casually.

Mo Suyi nodded, "Brother, are you okay today?" After speaking, Fang felt that the question was inappropriate, and his face was slightly flushed.

But Guitou He didn't notice anything unusual, "It's nothing. But I have one thing to discuss with you."

"What's the matter?" Mo Suyi thought of what happened in the middle of the night last night, and there was a slight ripple in his heart.

"We have known each other for some time. However, every year you and I will come to Guren Peak every year on the day of offering sacrifices to burn incense paper for the Wuqing Taoist and Yingwo clothes. After that, I want to go far away , I'm afraid it will delay some days of worship, and I can't come on time. So I want to ask you, do you plan to travel with me?" He Guitou spoke calmly, as if announcing something that he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Could it be that something important happened?" Mo Suyi asked.

"I heard that demons and disasters have continued in the rivers and lakes recently, and the people have been displaced. I want to investigate." He Guitou's eyes were full of anger and compassion.

"How does Zhengdao react to this?" Mo Suyi asked.

"Nowadays, the Zhengdao sects are building walls and drawing prisons one after another, reinforcing their own barriers, and sweeping away the snow in front of their doors. If it is not something that affects their reputation, how can they bother to take action so easily? As everyone knows, there is no distinction between walls and the importance of human life. Don't. Every little thing deserves to be dealt with carefully, and I don't care about Zhengdao people long ago." He Guitou said with anger and dissatisfaction.

"Indeed. If Daoist Ruthless is still alive, he will definitely act for the common people in the world, not just for Kunlun. Master will never do nothing because this matter has nothing to do with Kunlun; nor will he not do anything because of the loss of his own interests. Do what is just." Mo Suyi couldn't help thinking of his master, the person he admired.He raised his head suddenly and asked, "When are you leaving?"

"Clean up and leave tomorrow. It's just—" Guitou He hesitated a little.

"It doesn't matter, I think they must also hope that I can carry on the legacy and not lose my original intention. Besides, if I have the opportunity, I will come again, and it's not a life or death!" Mo Suyi smiled knowingly after finishing speaking.

After He Guitou heard this, he stopped talking.

Jianbi travels all over the world, and it does not disappoint the chivalrous heart.