red dust robbery

When Zhan Ji woke up, he could see the blue curtains and the low black canopy in his eyes, and he could hear the sound of shaking and gurgling water in his ears, and he went out through the window lattice on the opposite side. .

This is... Songjiang?

He turned around in a jerk, only to see the woman in white clothes like snow sitting on the head of the bed, holding him in her arms. She still looked [-] years younger, but her complexion was a little pale, and the corners of her eyes could not hide the tiredness. Yi, seeing him wake up, smiled lightly: "Ji'er, you're home."

Zhan Ji was a little dazed, and it took a long time to come back to his senses: "Mother... this... what's going on here?"

Ah Jiu patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, you have survived the 20-day stick, and I can save your life."

When she brought him back to the mortal world that day, the child had only one breath left. Fortunately, Yang Jian's spirit was strong, and the trace of blood left in his body could make him last until the last blow. She healed him It took seven days and seven nights, but luckily with Yaochi Aesculus ganoderma as the medicine, he finally passed this hurdle.

Zhan Ji stood up and looked down at his body. He could no longer see the traces of being tortured. Even his breathing was exceptionally sharp, as if those severe punishments had never existed. Leaning on the couch, her expression was serene and serene, but there was an unconcealable tiredness in her eyes, and her heart darkened slightly: "It's a child... I have made my mother bother again..."

Ah Jiu didn't speak, just shook his head, stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms again: "Okay, Ji'er, it's all right, mother will take you home."

While speaking, the light boat has already sailed through thousands of mountains, and the familiar reed flower swing is in sight.

Ah Jiu led him out of the cabin, it was sunset, the sky was colorful, and the setting sun soaked the river like blood, standing on the deck, one could faintly see the cooking smoke in the distance.

Zhan Ji looked at his familiar hometown, but suddenly became sad.

He turned around and looked at the woman in plain clothes and long sleeves behind him: "Mother, does it mean that I will... never see you again after I go back?"

Ah Jiu fell silent.

That year, when Zhanji left the school to venture out, she once felt such sadness. Her son had grown up and gradually no longer needed her protection and help, and all she could do was to look at his back ,Lopsided.

But today, she suddenly discovered that even if time flies and the childish boy grows into a handsome young man, her son, in front of her, is still the little boy who is holding on to his mother's lapel and refuses to let go.

The evening breeze was blowing, and her eyes were covered with moisture, but she just hugged him after all.

"Even parents in the mortal world will grow old one day, and it is impossible to stay with you forever." She sighed long, "Ji'er, when you grow up, you should have your own life..."

Her embrace is as warm as when he was leaning on her arms back then, listening to her singing Jiangnan songs, Zhan Ji shed tears and wet her skirt.

After a long time, he backed away a few steps, knelt down and bowed three times, then got up and jumped onto the shore.

Ah Jiu watched with teary eyes, and the wind and frost extended to the corners of her eyes and lips.

At this time, it has been more than a year since Dongting flooded.

More than a year ago, evildoers made trouble in Dongting Lake. Zhan Ji, a fourth-rank imperial guard with a knife, tried to punish the evildoers, but then disappeared mysteriously. Township, now buried beside Zhanzhao's tomb.

It's just that after the changes in Mohua Village and Xingkong Island, although the days are still ordinary, they always seem to be a bit sparse.

Zhan Ji's return made Ding's family run wild.

That day Ding Zhaolan was shocked by the bad news and almost fainted. After learning the inside story, he was persuaded by Bai Yutang to put up with all the sorrow and buried his sister. Day and night I feel tormented.

Now the two brothers looked at their nephew, who had been missing for more than a year, with mixed feelings, speechless.

Ah Jiu hid her figure, stood in the courtyard, silently watching the scene of the reunion in the house, just stood there in melancholy, with a touch of sadness in her heart.

She remembered that when she was Ding Yuehua, she spent almost most of her time in this house. The jasmines all over the mountain and the reed flowers all over the door were actually engraved in the depths of her memory.

She remembered the days when the teenager followed her elder brother to climb trees and fish for fish. Counting it now, it has been decades.

Today's Ding Zhaolan is not over fifty, but his temples are already stained with frost. Even Ding Zhaohui is no longer as carefree as he was when he was young.

These former relatives of hers, they were sad for her passing away, but she could no longer walk in like before and share the joy of reunion with them.

She no longer belongs here, and no longer belongs to the Ding family.

She only wished that Ding's family would be prosperous and the blessings would last forever.

She sighed wistfully, the wind blew slightly, and she raised her eyes, only to see someone in black clothes standing lightly on the eaves with an ink fan, and the wide sleeves were gently blowing in the wind.

Her heart moved slightly, and she was about to speak, but she heard a guarded voice in her ear: "Who is it!"

Yang Jian's complexion changed slightly, and when he looked again, the long-lost white robe was coming over, sighed inwardly, and lifted his figure.

Ah Jiu was slightly surprised, and before he had time to react, Bai Yutang had already run after him.

Bai Yutang chased him dozens of miles away with his sword.

The twilight is deep, the cold stars are bleak, the clear light quietly sprinkles over the open field, and the sound of the river's ebb and flow can be heard faintly in the distance.

In the night, someone was standing with his hands behind his back. He could clearly see that when his figure swept up, Hua Ying had already unsheathed, and the bright sword was just getting close to him.

Bai Yutang was startled.

This looks like a small paper fan, but it looks like a thousand catties of black iron, even the shadow of the ancient sword can't shake it?

He felt anxious, exerted strength with his hand, drew Huaying back, and struck another sword with his backhand. After more than ten rounds like this, the opponent only defended but did not attack, and he couldn't get any advantage at all. The last sword was drawn by the man. A flick of the fan made his mouth rip apart, and Huaying flew out of him by accident.

Bai Yutang was breathing heavily, but the man slowly turned sideways, and the cold moonlight outlined a familiar profile.

"Bai Yutang." He said slowly, "Should we still fight?"

Only now did Bai Yutang have a chance to see his face clearly, and his breathing stopped for a moment.

Nearly 20 years have passed since the fierce battle in Haoshuichuan. Many things have been forgotten in the past 20 years. After 20 years, he can still clearly trace the outline of that person in his mind.

The moment the person in front of him looked back, he almost thought he was in a dream.

The face is like a crown jade, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and the hard marks of years have been engraved on the face by wind and frost, but it is more mature and thinner than before.

He was distracted for a while, but he blurted out the "cat" but was swallowed alive.

He forced himself to calm down, only looked at the man and said solemnly: "You, not Zhan Zhao."

Zhan Zhao's body will not have such a heavy murderous aura, will not have such a solemn and majestic aura, and will not have such vicissitudes that seem to have settled for a thousand years.

When Bai Yutang said this, he felt that the night breeze was slightly cool. He didn't know if it was because the riverside was too cold, or he couldn't hide his disappointment.

Yang Jian looked at him, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, and let out a long sigh.

20 years later, this man dressed in white and wielding a sword still retains the unrestrained and unrestrained style of those days when he was riding swords and singing songs all over the world. He wore three long beards, which made him feel as if he had passed away.

That year he died in battle and returned to the throne, although it was due to the situation, but with relatives and friends in this mortal world, it is inevitable to be sad and frustrated.

Thinking of this, he always felt sorry.

Looking up at the sky full of stars, he took a deep breath: "It's Zhan Zhao's luck to have Fifth Lord Bai as a friend in Zhan Zhao's first life, and it's also Yang Jian's luck."

Bai Yutang reacted for a long time, and then he saw the person on the opposite side turn around, clasping his fists and bowing his hands.

In a daze, it was the red-clothed guard again, holding his sword and cupping his fists, saluting solemnly, with a smile on his brows, like the warmth of the spring sun, reaching people's hearts.

Bai Yutang was stunned for a moment, as if something was churning up from the depths of his memory.

He hesitated and took a few steps, staring at the man's eyebrows, but suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, and said viciously: "You stinky cat, if you don't explain clearly, don't blame the fifth master for turning his face!"

After so many years, this temper has not changed.

There was a smile in Yang Jian's eyes, and he withdrew his hand. In the blink of an eye, there were two more wine jars in his hand: "Million-year-old wine, brother Bai, do you want to drink it together?"

When Ah Jiu came to the ferry, the sky was already pale.

The entire Jasmine Village is still asleep, and the thin morning mist is like smoke and sand covering the Luhuadang.

Someone was wearing a black robe and holding a fan, and stood by the river with his hands behind his back.

She walked into him, the man looked at the misty river, his eyes looked soft, his clothes were a little damp from the dew, and there was a faint smell of wine.

"Have you met Bai Yutang?"

She asked, he turned his head, did not speak, only lowered his eyelids.

This night, who is sitting on the ground under the curtain, bringing wine to the river?

Who is in Kuai Ma Ping Jian, Jin Zun Strike Festival?

And who was still chanting Li Taibai's famous poem when he went back drunk, "Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell the eternal sorrow with you"?

"It took two altars of thousand-year-old wine, and he finally calmed down." He said indifferently, "It's just... this farewell, I'm afraid we won't see each other in the future..."

The life of a mortal is short, even a Chinchilla who is free and unrestrained and wanton, will eventually finish his life and go to a new reincarnation.

And the life of a fairy is long, and he can only watch those old friends who once had a good time leave one by one.

It's just that - if there is no reunion, how can there be parting?

He raised his eyes and looked at the pale and distant sky, but he heard an eagle cry in midair. The sky-defying eagle swooped down and landed on his arm. Yang Jian took off the note on its foot, and the vicious bird fluttered. Winged and disappeared at the end of the sky.

"What happened?"

"Liu Yanchang is dead." Yang Jian sighed lightly, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the note disappeared in the wind like a butterfly.

Ah Jiu was slightly taken aback, and counting the time, Liu Yanchang was already an octogenarian: "He's at the end of his life?"

"Enjoy the whole life and die without any illness, it can be regarded as consummation." Yang Jian said quietly, "It's just that the third sister... Sadness is inevitable."

However, even the new Tiantiao does not allow gods to tamper with the fate of mortals. Even the gods with great powers can only watch the people close to them slowly come to the end of their lives. Be it friends, husband and wife, or father and son.

Ah Jiu heard the desolate meaning in these words, and after a long time, said: "You should... go and see Yang Chan."

Yang Jian was silent for a while, before saying: "I'll send you off first..."

While talking, at some point on the river, a light boat floated slowly. Yang Jian led her to board the bow, but she staggered unsteadily. Yang Jian hurriedly supported her, and then felt her pulse. Weak, could not help but sigh sadly.

Although there is a seven-leaf Ganoderma lucidum, she spent a lot of energy healing Zhan Ji these few days. Although she pretended very well, she could not escape his eyes after all.

Sitting down on the bow of the boat, leaning on his shoulder, Ah Jiu smiled slightly: "It's just a few hundred years of cultivation. If it's gone, it's gone. Just go back and repair it."

"This time... I didn't protect you well." Yang Jian sighed.

But Ah Jiu chuckled: "Forget it, I don't know you yet?"

Paused: "Even if it is Ji'er, he understands some truths after staying in the Kaifeng mansion these days."

Yang Jian's eyes paused slightly, but he didn't speak.

In the distance, a round of rising sun slowly rises in the place where the river and the sky are uniform. The river is full of purples and reds, and the reed flowers all over the sky are plated with golden halos, which are radiant and magnificent.

He vaguely remembered that that year when he saw her in the misty Jiangnan of apricot blossoms, she was also in such a light boat with flying reeds.

Looking back to say something, she was already tired, she tilted her head on his shoulder and lowered her eyelids.

"Cousin..." she said, "I'm sleepy, take me back to Xuannv Palace."

He didn't say a word, he just put his arms around her shoulders, and soon felt her even and shallow breathing.

The Xuannv Palace has been in retreat for a hundred years.

Anyway, he can still afford to wait.

Yang Jian raised his eyes slightly, and a light boat slowly disappeared into the warm morning light.

☆、Chapter 54