Return to dust

This story is very long, as long as half a person's life.

The proud little talented man who first entered Chang'an met the reckless young master.

The little talented man won the Tanhualang, and the young master won the Zhuangyuanlang.Unconvinced, the talented young man who lost to the young master had a competition with the young master, and finally the two became close friends.

The young talent has an arrogant temper, and has encountered many obstacles in places like officialdom, but he can't hold back his high knowledge, so he moved from left to right and was promoted several times.Every time the young master went to see him off, he didn't even bend his back. When the young master asked him, he only said: For the common people, even though he died nine times, he still has no regrets.

Wang Yuanzhi said: "I don't like this story, you should reapply."

Xue Ming pressed Wang Yuanzhi's smile tightly and said, "I haven't even heard half of the story yet, so why don't you like it?"

One day, the young wit drank several times and cried. He said to the young master: resign, build a thatched hut by the river, and return to the mountains and forests from now on.But after waking up, the little wit didn't mention a word, and the young master didn't even hear it when he mentioned it a few times. Thatched huts and bamboo houses are after all an unattainable dream.

Later, the little genius became an adult, changed his mind, conspired with others, and killed the young master.A few words, as if containing the power of a thousand pieces of gold, immediately pressed on Wang Yuanzhi's heart.

Xue Ming sighed: "Man, after living for decades, will he forget what he said decades ago?" After speaking, he gave Wang Yuanzhi a meaningful look.

Wang Yuanzhi stood there in a daze, his head swollen, and he said, "Is that little genius me?"

"Yuanzhi, why do you think you are the little genius?"

Wang Yuanzhi frowned because of the headache, and miscellaneous memories flooded into his mind, filling up the incomplete memory fragments bit by bit.Tears rolled down his cheeks, he cried and said: "Xue Ming, I'm sorry for you, how could I have the delusion that I can enter reincarnation." He turned his eyes away, and suddenly saw a vicious ghost attacking from the side and rear, and the sickle shot out through the air. The sound cut through the continuous rain curtain, and the momentum was overwhelming.In the nick of time, he didn't know where the strength came from, he grabbed Xue Ming and threw him back, he stood up to block it, but the ghost guard's sickle couldn't hold back, and cut open his chest from his shoulders, blood spattered everywhere.

The lantern in the other hand of the ghost messenger suddenly went out, and he yelled, "No, you're alive!" Taking advantage of this gap, Xue Ming picked up Wang Yuanzhi and ran away.Wang Yuanzhi felt that his heart and lungs were exposed, and was washed by the rain over and over again, wondering if he could wash away the dust and become clean again.

The rain was heavy, and the raindrops poured on my body, as if soaked in lake water.

The spring is sunny and the wind is warm.

The tea fragrance lingering in the nose is lingering with the bitter taste from the heart that can't go away. The pen dipped in ink hangs in the air, and it has not been written for a long time, and the ink drops smudge the white paper.

At one end of the long pavilion, leaning against the lake, suddenly appeared a person who thought he would never meet again in this life.He turned to him sideways, with a smile on his lips, an illusion that seemed real and fake, misty like the moon in the water, flowers in the mirror, it seemed that when the wind moved, this thin figure would disperse into catkins.

The phantom raised its hand towards him, opened its mouth and shouted, "Yuanzhi, come here."

He has always felt that Xue Ming does not belong to the court, he should be a free-spirited, happy-go-lucky person, laughing loudly, eating meat in large chunks, and drinking in large bowls.The exquisitely carved porcelain cup cannot hold his wine, and the resplendent Tianzi Hall cannot hold his heart.

Although they are close friends, they have never been like-minded.

Wang Yuanzhi put down his pen, approached the figure step by step, and thought obsessively: "Xue Ming, Xue Ming, don't you hate me?"

There was the sound of falling into the water with a splash, and shouts of "Master Wang" came from far and near.

Wash the dust with water when you go, can you get a mirror heart?

Xue Ming found a place to hide. He hugged Wang Yuanzhi in his arms and blocked Wang Yuanzhi's wound with his hands, but the blood rushed out, and he couldn't stop it.He had noticed the movement of the ghost messenger before, and when he went out in the middle of the night, he wanted to lure the ghost messenger away and drag him around for a while. When he came back, he wanted to get rid of Wang Yuanzhi, and when the ghost messenger came, he would drag Wang Yuanzhi to go to hell with him. I didn't expect that I would not be willing to start.

He really wanted to hear, wanted to know, what would Wang Yuanzhi say?Ask for forgiveness, or say nothing.

Wang Yuanzhi was still struggling in the chaos, and this half of the remnant soul was trying to bear all the memories, whether it was joy or sorrow.

It was late at night and the lights were still on in Wang Yuanzhi's room. His students and several bureaucrats from the same faction were chatting endlessly.At present, the emperor is in danger, but the candidate for the crown prince has not yet been determined. As the saying goes, once the emperor is the emperor, there are courtiers.Those at the pinnacle of power fear for their own future.

People dispersed one after another, but the sorrow in Wang Yuanzhi's heart was rising steadily, wrapping around his neck, making him breathless.

"My lord can't."

"Think twice, my lord."

They all know that although Wang Yuanzhi is not kind-hearted, he can't be cruel, but the undercurrents are surging under the palace, and he can't avoid the bloody storm. Now is the critical period, so we must not be soft-hearted and leave it to ourselves. future trouble.

Wang Yuanzhi was terrified. He went through hardships to reach the position where one person is below [-], and he can show his ambition.How can he give up?The weathered and grey-haired Master Wang made a decision.

The law of safety and security in the world?From then on, I will pay for all my crimes with my life and political achievements in the next life, and I am willing to suffer the torture on the [-]th floor of the underworld without regret.But he couldn't think of it, he couldn't think of it, why would Xue Ming be involved?

"My lord, at this point, there is no way to retreat."

Wang Yuanzhi affirmed, agreed to everything, and with clever means, he seemed to walk through a battle cleanly, who could see that there was still wet blood on the soles of his shoes.Although he hesitated and blamed himself, it was of no use.

On the day of the execution, he dared not go and hid at home like a coward after being ill.

How can one expect an afterlife if the crime is added to the list?Just wait on the [-]th floor of the underworld and wait for the soul to fly away.

When Wang Yuanzhi woke up, he took Xue Ming's hand away and braced himself.He guessed that he wasn't dead yet, hanging his last breath, so he would be punished even if the ghost guard cut him down.Now that he has been stabbed, he deserves to die if he doesn't die. I don't know how long he can last.He didn't know what to say to Xue Ming for a while, he wondered why he saw Xue Ming's back in the pavilion that day, he just thought he was hallucinating, now thinking about it, it was Xue Ming who came to him.Xue Ming should have come here to ask for his life. He really owed Xue Ming his life. Now that he was hacked, I don't know if he can pay him back.Thinking about it, Xue Ming must suffer for escaping from the underworld. I wonder if he can intercede with Xue Ming so that he can enter reincarnation properly.

Wang Yuanzhi didn't know what to say. He raised one hand, looked at the embroidery on it and said, "The bamboo you embroidered." Then he looked down at his chest. Embroidery on top.He said regretfully: "I still want to ask you about the tweeds on the top, but they are all gone now."

"I embroidered it. You said that bamboo is good. I am perseverant. I will plant a piece of bamboo after I live in seclusion. I originally planned to embroider flowers, but I couldn't think of a good flower to embroider. I didn't finish the embroidery. I only embroidered a few petals. "

"I didn't expect Xue Ming to be so talented," Wang Yuanzhi said with a smile, "I even said I wanted to raise ducks."

Xue Ming fixedly looked at him and said, "I didn't raise it. If you like it, you can raise it again." He was looking forward to what Wang Yuanzhi would say next.

"The location is well chosen, with mountains and rivers."

"Choose as you said."

“As soon as I entered the house that day, I was going to die.”

"I set up an array."

"Then why did you withdraw?" Seeing that Xue Ming didn't answer, Wang Yuanzhi smiled and said, "Do you have candy? Give me a candy."

Xue Ming shook his head and said no.

After being silent for a while, he replied, "Can you be a little wit?"

To be honest, he didn't hate Wang Yuanzhi for killing him. After coming to this world for a long time, he would eventually leave. The two of them were very different in personality and political views, but they hit it off by accident. The heart of the world.He was afraid that Wang Yuanzhi was not in his heart at the beginning.He wanted him to be a little wit, the arrogant but unyielding little wit, the Wang Yuanzhi who could laugh and hurt, the Wang Yuanzhi who would do everything for Qingping and prosperity.

Wang Yuanzhi smiled lightly and replied, "Okay." If possible, he only wanted to be a talented person.

The ghost guard stood in front of the two with a dark face and holding a sickle. At first, he was vindictive and wanted to make Xue Ming, the ghost who made him uneasy in his spare time, suffer. In the end, he accidentally cut off the soul of a living person. Who knows why this ghost is pestering a living person for revenge and why not?

The rain finally stopped, and the ghost messenger took out a pen and paper, and said in a very unfriendly tone, "A little ghost, quite powerful."

Xue Ming put Wang Yuanzhi down, stood up and said: "Don't dare to be a person from Chang'an, Xue Ming, who escaped from the underworld, set up formations secretly, killed people, and almost became an evil ghost." It seems that he has reported his crimes one by one.

Wang Yuanzhi stood up, his chest was still bleeding, and he couldn't help admiring that his own soul was really able to hold on, and he wouldn't die several times if he was put on a living person.

He said: "Ghost messenger, take me away. Can I pay for his crime?"

"You still have other crimes to pay, just stay in the world." Xue Ming pushed him back and said, "As soon as I leave, you will be able to come back to life, but you may feel chilly in your chest when you wake up. It doesn't matter, don't run to the water in the future, you can't die easily." The ghost messenger is more things than less things, taking away a person who has not yet reached the end of his life does not know how much trouble he will cause, so he acquiesced in Xue Ming's behavior.

Wang Yuanzhi stood there stunned: "You don't hate me anymore?" The two looked at each other.

Xue Ming cupped his hands and saluted: "I'll wait for you in the underworld, and wait for you to tell me whether you have fulfilled your promise."

This half of the remnant soul suddenly cried, showing an expression that Mr. Wang would never have, which belonged to Wang Yuanzhi.He understood the meaning of Xue Ming's words, and he said, "I promise you, friend."

In fact, the so-called hatred that cannot be resolved from generation to generation can also hesitate overnight because of the eyebrows and eyes that have memories.Or maybe I have never hated it, but I am just a little angry, and I want to hear him say: "I'm sorry." That's all

Mr. Wang woke up from the smell of bitter medicine. The imperial physician checked the pulse to make sure that nothing happened before he retreated from the crowd and recovered his cleanliness.He touched his chest, his clothes were fine, his bones were not broken, his heart was still warm, lying in his chest, but he still felt pain.Wang Yuanzhi, who picked up his clever mind, called the servant girl, and the happy servant girl asked with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Wang Yuanzhi said, "Is there any sugar?"

Xue Ming stood outside the window and watched for a while, then turned his head and smiled at the ghost guard, "Look at him, he still eats sweets, so he won't be afraid of knocking his teeth." The ghost guard looked at the time and said to Xue Ming, "Look at it, it's time to go. "How thick-skinned is this guy? He pleaded with him, "I'm a good man" and "I'm a short man", so he was blown away, and he agreed to take another look, but in the end, there were so many glances.

Knowing that he couldn't stay any longer, Xue Ming nodded, hummed a ditty and left.

Birth and death, once in the world, look at the front and back, but just leave an empty name.It's a pity that I haven't had a good time, and I didn't drink the wine to break my heart.

Heaven and earth, drifting away to dust.I am fortunate to let go of my suspicions and invite Mingyue to drink and poetry.

Stepping into the underworld, looking back at the world for the last time.The two of them have gone on different paths for the past few decades, and I don't know if they can reach the same goal by different paths.