Peach blossoms on the Kunlun pond

The noisy crowd around him suddenly dissipated, and Yang Jianwu lay on the ground with his head curled up on his side, a familiar feeling of exhaustion spread again, penetrating into every pore.Many times, he even hopes that he can get out of this body as soon as he wakes up, even if he is a mayfly who lives and dies, it is better than carrying so much hatred and going through it day by day.

He thought about death.After death, he can be buried under the loess just like his father and elder brother. He does not care about worldly affairs, has no troubles, turns into a wisp of wind, wanders among the mountains and rivers, and seems to return to a carefree childhood.At that time, his worries were only limited to his mother's strictness to him, and his childhood playmates refused to respond to his kindness, and there was no need to constantly calculate the next meal and where to find the next foothold.It's not that he never thought of revenge, but when a person can't even guarantee the most basic survival, how can his heart withstand the torture of hatred?

One night, he used the last few copper coins to buy a ladle of turbid wine and drank until he was very drunk.If Sanmei hadn't shaken his arm vigorously and called "Second Brother" in a crying voice, maybe he would have stepped on the currents on the bank and rushed towards the moon shadow in the middle of the river.That night, the moonlight was so beautiful, rippling in the water, calling "Erlang" softly.All night, the third sister curled up beside him anxiously, fearing that her second brother would disappear once she opened her eyes.When Yang Jian woke up early in the morning, the first call he heard was from the third sister. She said, "Second brother, I'm hungry."

It was at this time that Master Yuding came to the Yang Jian brothers and sisters.This Taoist is not very old, with a messy beard growing on his thin and fair face, if he doesn't speak, he doesn't even know where his mouth is.With a Taoist robe covered in dust and greasy mud, it is almost impossible to tell what color it was originally. If he didn't have a dust whisk in his hand, Yang Jian wouldn't even be able to tell that he was a Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest pulled a pair of straw sandals, brought up short smoke and dust as he walked, and came all the way to Yang Jian, squatted down, and said, "Are you Yang Jian?" answer.The Taoist stood up, looked at the sunlight shining through the dilapidated window lattice of the Earth Temple, and said lightly, "From today on, you are my apprentice." There was no emotion in his tone, so cold that Yang Jian almost thought that the Taoist was being raped. I had no choice but to come to see him.Yuding seemed unwilling to stay here for a moment, stood up, pointed at Yang Jian with his fly whisk, and said, "You, follow me." The third sister threw herself into Yang Jian's arms in horror, expressing that her second brother was nowhere go.The Taoist suddenly laughed, pointed at the third sister with his whisk and said, "She, go to Nuwa Palace."

Yang Jian still thinks that it must be because of his hangover that made him confused, so he followed an unknown Taoist priest, left the crying pear blossom and raining third sister in Nuwa Palace, and followed him to Yuquan Mountain.On the first night, Yang Jian was sleepless all night.All this was like a dream, he even felt that when he woke up, he would reappear in the Earth Temple with the hungry and cold Third Sister in his arms.He doesn't want to go to sleep, at least here, he doesn't need to worry about eating and drinking all day long.In the dark night, the young man hugged his knees and sat in the corner, mercilessly laughing at his shallowness and weakness.

At dawn, the door opened with a creak, and the drowsy Yang Jian saw Master Yuding walking in, carrying two buckets and a pole in his hand, and asked calmly, "Do you want revenge?" Yang Jian nodded uncontrollably. "That's good," Yu Ding said, "fill up the water tank in the backyard."

Yang Jian was probably too surprised to change the expression on his face from "vigilant" to "confused" before he had time. He really couldn't understand the logic between the foreword and the afterword, but the person in front of him obviously didn't give a damn. When he had the opportunity to ask questions, he put down his pole and bucket, turned around and left.

So... take your pick.Apparently Master Yuding didn't intend to tell him where to fetch water, so Yang Jian picked up the empty bucket resignedly, and found the creek along the cress and mountain bean that were gradually thickening by the side of the path.When he hobbled back to the backyard with two buckets of water, he suddenly found that there were twelve large bronze tanks along the wall in the yard, each of which was more than six feet wide and three feet high.It would take a day to fill up these twelve large tanks.Yang Jian gritted his teeth and stood there for a while, finally picked up the pole and continued to pick it up.

Yang Jian got up very early the next day.Since childhood, their father has been telling them to keep their promises and keep their promises.Yang Jian didn't know what Master Yuding wanted him to carry water for, but since he agreed to be his apprentice, he would never give up halfway.Unexpectedly, as soon as he left the hospital, he ran into Yin Jiao and Yin Hong.

Cun Xin saw that the young man didn't move for a while, thought that he had passed out from the pain, and hurriedly squatted down to pinch him, but unexpectedly the young man opened his eyes just as his thumb touched his upper lip.Many years later, when Cun Xin recalled Yang Jian's eyes, he still remembered the pupils hidden behind the thick eyelashes, which seemed to be flowing with sparkling autumn water.There is no temperature in that eye, like a cold pool in a winter night, carrying shining stars, reflecting the snow capped on the top of the mountain, one looks into it and forgets the time.

Yang Jian stood up, without patting the dust off his body, just bent down to pick up the pole on the ground, picked up the bucket and left. "Hey! Hey you!" Cun Xin came to his senses, looked at his back and called out, "I saved you, why did you leave without even saying 'thank you'!"

Yang Jian paused for a moment, did not answer, and continued on his way.Cun Xin was annoyed, so she rushed up to grab his shoulder pole and said, "Are you deaf?" Yang Jian glanced at her, but still didn't intend to speak, his clothes were probably worn out on the ground just now, revealing his bony Shoulder.Cun Xin was a head shorter than Yang Jian, and his eyes just fell on the bruised wound on his shoulder, she couldn't help feeling soft, and sighed: "You child, why are you so stubborn, since you are injured, what can you do with some medicine?"

"Child?" Yang Jian was taken aback. The girl in front of him was only about sixteen or seventeen years old, and she looked not much older than the third sister. How could she be so old-fashioned when she said it.He watched as Cun Xin took out a small jade bottle from his waist pocket, unscrewed the stopper, dug out a small red pill and rubbed it in the palm of his left hand, and he did not know what kind of spell it was, the pill suddenly seemed to see water The son turned it into ointment, and dipped a little with the index finger of his right hand, and gently applied it to the wound on his shoulder.Yang Jian hid for a while but didn't dodge, so he had to let Cun Xin tease him, and his face turned red.

"Are you still injured?" Cun Xin asked.Yang Jian did have a few places on his body where he was kicked on the ground just now, but how could he talk to a girl, so he shook his head slightly.Cun Xin saw that he was uncomfortable, and knew he was embarrassed, so she put the jade bottle in his hand and said, "You are so big, and you are still so coy. Take this, if there is still an injury, take a pill and dissolve it with water and apply it on it." In the wound, it is the most blood-activating and stasis-removing."

"I didn't see you fetching water just now!" Yang Jian blurted out.Cun Xin smiled complacently: "I am a dragon, good at controlling water, what's the point of taking a few drops from the air? I will have more fun! Hey, what's your name?" She asked curiously.

"......Yang Jian."

"The bamboo slips?" Cun Xin frowned, hearing that Yang Tianyou was a scholar, the name was quite appropriate.

"...Tianbao Dinger, Jian Gu's Jian."

"Okay..." Although she still didn't understand how to write it, Cun Xin wisely decided not to ask any further. "My name is Ao Cunxin, and my family lives in Xihai." Her bright eyes shone with warmth.

Xihai, whose surname is Ao, must be Princess Dragon, no wonder the naughty boy who was leading just now called her "Little Dragon of Xihai".Yang Jian nodded slightly, said "Thank you for the medicine", and turned to leave.But the dragon girl followed and asked gossipingly: "Yang Jian, is it Yang Jian? I met Princess Yaoji with my mother when I was young. You really look like your mother."

Yang Jian's shoulders stiffened, his father and brother died tragically, he was separated from his third sister, mother, where is mother now?Is it imprisoned, or..... Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a sore nose, and his chest was filled with anger like a rag that couldn't be ripped apart.Cun Xin saw that he didn't answer, and secretly regretted why he had touched his pain when he spoke, and said slightly apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention this. I really..." Yang Jian stopped suddenly Stopping, Cun Xin couldn't hold back his feet for a moment, his nose almost hit his shoulder blade.

"You're just curious." Yang Jian said coldly. "Actually, what's the difference between you and them?" He turned around and looked at Cun Xin indifferently, "They came to find out about me, so why don't you also come to see how I, a god, and the evils of mortal life are related to each other?" What's the difference between you?"

In the end, she didn't expect that Yang Jian would confuse herself with the Yin brothers, and her hands and feet were cold at the moment: "Don't wrong a good man, why am I like Yin Hong in Yin Jiao, I...I saved you ah!"

Yang Jian sneered: "You saved me? Then I really want to thank you. It's just that you saved me for a while, but you couldn't save me forever. In the eyes of the world, I'm still a monster that shouldn't exist!" He took out his pocket He threw the jade bottle back to Cun Xin, and left without looking back.