[1. The cocoon of silence]

A flat boat light sail roll. Temporarily anchored on the south bank of the Chu River. The twilight corner of the lonely city leads to resentment. The water is vast, the sand geese are flat, and the whirls are scattered. Smoke and cold forest clusters, painting screen exhibition. The sky is far away and the mountains are small, and the eyebrows are shallow.

The old reward is lightly thrown, and it has become a wandering eunuch here. Jueke Cheng Lao, the year is late. Strange scenery, endure depression, when sorrowful. The imperial city is credited, the Qin tower is blocked, and the soul of the brigade is chaotic. The grass is wide and empty, and the afterglow is full. There is no news about the beauty, and the clouds are far away.

——Liu Yong, "Fascinating Introduction"

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"Brother, let's stop here, don't embarrass him anymore. ”

"You're soft-hearted, but you hated him the most, Mingyin. ”

Hearing the envoy's answer, Shimobai Ze Mingyin couldn't help but lower his eyes: "I...... I do hate him for killing Sister Xuan, but that's enough, he has suffered enough for this, and he hasn't married another woman......"

A disdainful smile appeared on the side face of the envoy: "It's so easy to be moved, Mingyin." ”

"Brother, just do what we have to do!" she shouted, but the envoy just chuckled and walked away.

"Brother, you're not just targeting him for Sister Xuan's business, are you?" Mingyin couldn't help but ask, "Are you jealous of his power and fame!"

"What is the reputation of the guy who betrayed the old ministry and killed his wife and went to the country?" the envoy suddenly turned his head and threw out this sentence, and the look of disgust and annoyance in that moment made Mingyin take a step back.

“...... He hasn't married Sister Xuan yet. ”

Hearing this, the envoy didn't seem to want to speak. After putting away the cold look a little, he said indifferently: "Do you want to oppose me no matter what?" He Yanfang is just a remnant of the old era, and he shouldn't stay. ”

"Brother, he has nothing to do with us anymore, so why bother?"

"Are you willing, if he doesn't taste the same pain as we do, would you be willing?"

But...... Mingyin looked away: "This is not a gentleman's doing. ”

"That's because the other party is not a gentleman either. ”

"Enough...... Brother, go back first, let me be quiet. Mingyin felt that he didn't know much about the envoy, but no matter what, he was also his sister, and he missed Yu Xuan so obsessively, why didn't he care about his sister who was still alive?

Mingyin doesn't like himself when he is not performing official duties, and only when he executes orders can he be distracted, without thinking about emotions, the past, or superfluous thinking, that is the most reassuring state. But the deceased was involved in everything, and his heart was too chaotic......

Want to be comforted...... But I can only fight, and I don't even have someone to talk to, friends, lovers, and even family members.

Speaking of the remnants of the old era, aren't the envoys the same as themselves? None of them came out of the First Battle of Chang'an! This altar abandoned in the other world is obviously the same lonely and helpless. It's hard to understand the emotions of her brother's envoy, and it's hard to speak to her father Xinfang, what connection does she have with the outside world?

If you want to be liberated, why don't you dare to come out with dignity this time...... Sheng.

Mingyin never expected that she would miss a teenager who almost had no intersection with her so humbly and bitterly. She can easily deny her sister's love, but she can't deceive herself.

"Don't ask me why I know, you are in love with Shengjun, right?" When He Yanfang asked like that, she was so ashamed and surprised, even she would never admit the fact that she was in love with an unforgivable opponent.

Tono Sheng, the enemy's Qi Strategy, the beautiful dream demon who has plunged his own side into nightmares, the slender white figure once made them tremble, those who have experienced the battle of Wuzhou and the blood sacrifice of Chang'an will remember that scene, the eyes as round as the full moon will always burn with determination, and the soft lines of the lips will always evoke the unfathomable arc of meaning, wandering between reason and madness, and vow not to give up until the goal is achieved...... The innocence and arrogance of disguise, the morbid persistence and determination, but even so, she was bewitched and imprisoned by the vicious smile, and could not escape.

But Sheng never really looked at her. When he feasted her and He Yanfang, his attention was always on He Yanfang, and he was also waiting for He Yanfang at the time of the final battle...... Only on the night of the Battle of Wuzhou, he ran out of ammunition and food and pretended to approach in order to bewitch himself.

At that time, he should have known that he was devoted to him when he was not an enemy. He was fragile and helpless in the twilight, and the golden-red eyes with tears were so beautiful and hollow, and she felt hollowed out the moment her gaze drifted over. But even though he cried in the bloody twilight even though he knew that he was in a predicament and that he had not received a response to the city god, he did not lend a hand. If they could intervene at that time, would the story between them be rewritten? Even if the two were happy, they would become like He Yanfang and Yu Xuan, You Wangyue and Shen Xuerou who would eventually be difficult to unite, after all, they could ......

Now, after the boy has been dead for so long, she still remembers the cold and sweet fragrance of osmanthus when the boy approached, the pale dark eyes that were close at hand, and the bewitching smile that mixed innocence and cruelty...... It is impossible to forget, the haggard face that pretends to be fearless and calm, the action of gently biting the lip when the bewitchment fails, the eyes that are slightly burning like phosphorus fire when the mist is shaking, and the self-deprecating and sad confession when provoked...... It was she who tore open the boy's wounds and plunged him into a mournful frenzy. The young man's pale appearance when he smiled and said "no one is willing to love" was terrifying, and she was ......

(No, I ...... you) How she wished she had hugged him instead of fighting him...... Occasionally, she would see Sheng smiling and looking back at her in a dream among the flying silver osmanthus flowers, and she would wake up with a heartache.

It's been a thousand years, she has regretted it countless times, and Sheng has never known her heart. Maybe his hatred for He Yanfang is not only because he snatched his sister from him, but also because he ended his sister's life with his own hands, but also with jealousy that he can get along with Sheng.

She realized that she was walking in the dark at the same time, and she thought that this might bring her closer to Sheng—elusive, illusory, and confusing, and Sheng was undoubtedly a dream demon born in the night.

Separated from her brother, she could only hesitate, gradually passing through the Kancheng Gate, and strolling down the river from the water. The lights on the other side of the river are on, and it seems that even in the anxiety of lockdown, there will always be people going about their lives as usual.

But I can't calm down as usual...... The dark woods as usual were shrouded in mist, looking ominous than usual. Drawn by the darkness in her heart, she walked towards the unclear woods, and saw—

The boy who had not changed at all in his memory was in the mist, while fiddling with the goddess curtain silk that was stretched from behind him, while talking to the dragonfly of the Ghost Mountain, like a white butterfly that had just broken out of the cocoon, and the feather coat was soft and clean.

Why...... She stared at the boy who was still not paying attention to herself, unable to speak for a moment.

Was it a hallucination? But the boy was there, and the flickering of the goddess's curtain lifted the leaves......

The breeze was blowing, and she could smell the sweet and cold aroma similar to cinnamon.

The young man who was engrossed in the white mist was still talking to the white-robed ghost mountain dragonfly, which seemed to fluoresce slightly in the surrounding darkness, ominous, but fatally attracting.

Unconsciously approached, so the boy finally turned his face like a carved mutton fat jade in fright, and it was still the pair of amber eyes that were as round as the full moon, and the seductive look between childishness and charm—

She was so timid that she couldn't even stretch out her hand, but her voice finally trembled through her throat, and at that moment she was vain like in a dream: "Tono Sheng......"

"Let's go!" The Ghost Mountain Dragonfly, which reacted quickly, suddenly turned into a thick black fog of minions around its body, "I'll stop it!"

Under the protection of black, the rich silk of white mist was tumbling, and the boy quickly disappeared like a frightened deer, and the slight sound of footsteps and the aroma of osmanthus flowers quickly dispersed, just like every dream.

Wait! Can't think about it much, Mingyin can only pull out the scroll with his hand: "Kun, Li!"

The fire envoy roared against the fog claws, and as Mingyin desperately tried to chase after her, the dense blade of wind slashed through the trees in front of her—

"There's still someone here, ma'am. "With the fog claw to block the fire monster and clawed the earth-walking demon swimming underground, the ghost mountain dragonfly calmly spoke.

"Don't get in the way!" there are so many things that need to be figured out, how can you allow Sheng to escape now?, but the dragonflies of the Ghost Mountain that stop here are extremely tricky, and the minions from the night are expanding in every way, and their tenacity and agility are beyond expectations.

"Don't chase it, the seniors don't want to see others, and you can also ask me," to say that the Ghost Mountain Dragonfly is an out-and-out weirdo, and his tone is so frank that he doesn't seem to be an opponent, "You may not believe it, but what we were discussing just now was how to get rid of the control of the Xuanshi Demon Clan." ”

Shut up, you can believe the enemy's words! Never in the habit of talking to opponents, Mingyin drew his sword out of the sheath and took the white figure in the black tide, but his vision was once again occupied by ink—

"I'm scared if you're so serious, I just want to cover up handsomely. The sudden condensation of the black shield shook her palms, and the dragonfly spoke calmly in the scattered flames, turning the black on both sides into the shape of blades to block her fierce attacks, making her feel agitated.

If the invisible opponent is difficult to grasp, then at least defeat the visible opponent! But the black eyes of the dragonfly scattered in the flames flashed with such an unwavering sharp light, piercing his nerves painfully—

Why is a Xuanshi demon general worthy of suppressing himself with a righteous attitude! Gradually, being forced to the water's edge, Mingyin was finally annoyed, and slashed out an electric talisman: "Thunder pursues! Those who hear my order, the fire will burn quickly!"

The blue and white electric light that burst out of the rune paper burst out in the black tide, and the white snake swam between the black claws. Taking advantage of the slight collapse of the fog claw, the fire monster also turned into a flame and entangled the fog claw and burned and grew, reversing the situation for a while.

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to get hit, I'm not going to fight long. "Should I say that I have no will to fight or be sober-minded, but the dragonfly retreated, and the newly generated black mist scattered into countless black spots to disrupt the vision-

I don't know when I'm obsessed with defeating the dragonfly, and when I react, Mingyin can't help but feel annoyed that he can only look at himself in front of him, but how can the opponent let go of it at the moment? When the heart was in turmoil, the water waves on the side suddenly surged, and the huge black shadow split the grass tent and cut a dark red fierce arc, and the sound of gold and iron immediately shook through the ears! The whole body was instantly frozen by the ferocious killing intent, and Mingyin only settled down after seeing the crimson giant hook blocked by the fog claws——

Kandiyan Yuan Feilang!

The turbulent waves of water fell like a torrential rain, maybe the dragonfly could not see the metallic scales clearly, and the reappearance of Yuan Feilang's water-colored figure in the mist was already Yuan Feilang's water-colored long figure! With his landing, the falling water waves flew down like thousands of silver needles, and the frost flowers were densely cracked on the black claws, which made the dragonfly have to retreat into the black mist.

"Doesn't that make me look handsome!" the blackened dragonfly shouted without any nervousness, "so this is the final blow!"

Guided by his exaggerated tone, when Mingyin and Yuan Feilang stared intently, the black that spread out violently turned into countless black butterflies to obscure their vision!

"What-" Yuan Feilang hurriedly parted the butterfly group, and then calmly traced the footprints and breath on the empty sandy shore.

"Kandiran. Finally able to catch his breath, Mingyin spoke stiffly.

"Lost in pursuit. Before she could say her thanks, Yuan Feilang, who was even more indifferent than her, turned around and reported expressionlessly.

Defeated by his coldness, Mingyin had no choice but to smile bitterly, and then slowly spoke: "You can use the water coffin." ”

Yuan Feilang glanced at her and snorted lightly: "At that time, use the indiscriminate water coffin, you will be the one who reacts more chaotically." ”

Although admitting that it was difficult for him to defend against the water coffin that could turn magic into water, Mingyin was still stung: "Do you think I'm too weak?"

Hearing her question, Yuan Feilang smiled lightly: "The ability of the Ghost Mountain Dragonfly is 'Mind Transformation', how can you compare to him." ”

"Mind Transformation......" Mingyin could only smile sourly, "Is my will not as good as that of a demon general......

"Mingyin, with all due respect, you have little other than brute strength, and you should think carefully about what you want to achieve. ”

"You know what. ”

"Of course I don't know, and you didn't want to be close to us. ”

After listening to Yuan Feilang's words, Mingyin was speechless for a long time.

"Ghost Mountain Dragonfly...... Not an illusionist. After a while, she asked herself in silence.

"I've never heard of that, probably not. ”

"He just ...... With the ghost boy boy. ”

Hearing this, Yuan Feilang glanced at her again: "Where did that illusionist run away?"

Wouldn't it be Sheng, so quickly...... The Nine Emperors seemed to be more convinced of the Nine Murderers' death than anyone else.

"He may have gone to the city, do you have any feelings with Shantong?"

"Nope. Yuan Feilang was not good at talking, and waved his hand after accompanying her to the avenue, "I'll go back and search for the illusionist first, be careful yourself." ”

Isn't that really Sheng...... She stood there wistfully watching Yuan Feilang return to the city, biting her lip unwillingly.

Finally, a glimmer of hope suddenly arose, and she ran again, this time it was He Yanfang's home-

That's right, if Sheng appeared here, the only person who was most likely to know anything was He Yanfang, the only outsider Sheng trusted.

As soon as she came to the door, she could smell the sweet cinnamon fragrance, and she knocked on the door urgently, almost hitting He Yanfang's arms directly.

"Mingyin?"

"He's here, isn't he?" she glared at the other's skeptical face, "I see him—the Ghost Boy ......"

His face changed slightly, and He Yanfang's gaze became gloomy: "...... are you?"

"This breath—" She stubbornly crept into the courtyard, only to be stunned to see two tall, blooming silver cinnamon plants.

"Xiao Song practiced here today, and his power gave rise to the osmanthus flower," He Yanfang said flatly behind him, "Mingyin, you can't see the ghost god boy again." ”

"The Dead ......"

"No way, we said it, the dead are just legends. He Yanfang's tone was soft, but it was irrefutable.

Standing under the silver osmanthus tree, she looked up, the silver osmanthus flowers in the dim light trembled in the wind, and if she inhaled a little, the sweet aroma would fill her lungs, so cold that she felt a slight pain in her heart.

"It can't be a hallucination......" she muttered distractedly, "You must think I'm hooked, but ......"

He Yanfang also looked up at the osmanthus tree and smiled slightly bitterly: "When I dreamed of your sister, I also felt that it was not an illusion. ”

"Don't mention her again!" she glared at him in annoyance, but the result was the same, the soft face had always been so indifferent, with a hint of tenderness and sadness, silent to her doubts and hatred.

There was nowhere to vent her hatred, so she could only look away resentfully: "I'm sorry, I was rude......"

"Don't hurt yourself and him anymore, it's impossible to cross paths anymore, come out of fruitless love, Mingyin. He Yanfang's voice was calm, "He will not expect to lead you into darkness after washing away your sins with a blood sacrifice." ”

She shuddered slightly, but still bit her lip and remained silent.

"What's wrong?" said in a lazy tone like a cat's whimper, and a handsome red-haired young man came out of the house.

It's Jean, when did he come back? After seeing Sheng, I realized that Jean's appearance was similar to Sheng's Seven Points.

But this is the real existence full of life, Jean in the blue deep-sea fish pajamas stood on the porch with a puzzled expression, probably because of sleep, the already flamboyant red hair stood up a little, he subconsciously stroked his hair, while looking at her crampedly, as if considering whether to change clothes.

Jean...... Although he never admitted it, he was probably Sheng's widow, right? She stared at him wistfully, silent.

"Don't let the demons take advantage of it, I've dealt with a lot of demons disguised as Yu Xuan......" He Yanfang's gentle tone revealed toughness, "Let's forget about him." ”

"Kamibai Ze also ......," Jean quickly understood, "I have also met Uncle Shi, and if I don't pay attention to the phantoms, they will gradually disappear." Well, Uncle Shi used to be there a lot. ”

In the direction that Jean pointed, she could see the tall silver laurel tree in the corner of the courtyard, and under the tree stood the boy she had longed for for so long.

She fixed her eyes on the perfect human form under the flower tree, and the boy smiled bitterly at her.

"There...... Nothing. Seeing her trance, Jean said quietly.

"But...... That's not an illusion, he's ......"

"I don't know if what you're seeing is Uncle Shi, but I believe that excessive thoughts about the dead will tie the deceased, and if they can't be happy with each other, let's forget about the dead, Shang Bai Ze. Jean looked in Sheng's direction, and Mingyin noticed that his beautiful blue eyes, which were also inorganic, were indeed only swaying osmanthus flowers.

She looked at Sheng again, and the young man standing quietly among the scattered osmanthus flowers was also silently looking at her, with a calm expression.

If he really tempted himself, he would have acted for him, like the hard to resist the sweet venom, because it was him...... As long as he smiled at himself as shallowly and seductively as he used to......

Ke Sheng didn't move, he only stood in the breeze that shook the leaves, his lowered eyelashes casting a sour shadow, as if he was as determined as before.

(Even if the dead are different, won't they be killed...... Now, am I holding you back?)

Glancing back at Jean and He Yanfang, she was still hesitating.

“...... Did you also let go of Sister Xuan?" Suddenly asked He Yanfang, there was still unwillingness in her tone.

"I don't know...... But I really won't see her again, maybe she still hopes that I can help her complete her unfinished business," He Yanfang exhaled and smiled bitterly, "Or did she finally think enough was enough after killing me so many times in her dreams?"

"Shang Bai Ze, is it enough, stop torturing each other with the dead. Gently put it on He Yanfang's shoulder, Jean's earnest gaze made her feel distressed.

Looking back at the young man scattered among the silver flowers, she also smiled bitterly.

"I know it's unreasonable, but when I think that your tattoo is not Xuanmei's plum blossom, I feel that you have betrayed her. She whispered distractedly.

He Yanfang was still silent about this, always. This time, Mingyin asked, "Tell me, what are you thinking about to get power?"

"Do you want to know the origin of the pattern? That's not up to my personal will—"

"I know you don't like to explain," Mingyin interrupted him, "but even if it's comforting me, tell me, right?"

He Yanfang looked at her and replied lightly: "Lotus is my favorite plant, that's all." The silver python ring lotus is my symbol. ”

In some ways, he is so stubborn that people have nothing to do, and Mingyin can only smile bitterly.

"Back then, I always thought that you were just using Sister Xuan, because you have different backgrounds, different temperaments, and different experiences. Isn't Sister Xuan just a naïve girl to you?"

"Maybe it's because of her naivety. Her courage, perseverance and optimism are what I aspire to. He Yanfang said lightly, his expression unconsciously became gentle and distant and melancholy, "She who fought to the death in the lotus flower that day was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life." ”

Mingyin looked at him in surprise, and after a moment, smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry......" she muttered.

"For Xuanmei's death...... I just want to deflect my regret and guilt...... I know that if you don't kill Sister Xuan, no one will be saved, and it will be difficult for anyone to do better than you when you are in your situation, I just ......"

He has been hesitating silently when he should act, unwilling to be a "violator" and a person who bears infamy, and then blaming the unfortunate who is also painful about the result, only to let the contradictions spiral, imprison himself in them, and involve others as well.

"You've endured enough, put it down," He Yanfang sighed lightly, "I'll send you back to rest." ”

"Everybody has to come out of the darkness, and I can walk on my own. She smiled reluctantly, and looked one last time under the flower tree.

In the blurred eyes of the falling flowers, Sheng smiled briskly at her and whispered something.

It's not inaudible at all, but it's probably "precious", right?

She also smiled sadly, breaking the long-standing silence: "Ah, cherish ......"

The figure of the young man gradually disappeared into darkness, only the silver osmanthus flowers were still falling, and the dark fragrance was blowing on his face.

Let's end there. She stepped out of the courtyard, feeling a slight ache of relief.

It's been too long, and I can finally wake up after sleeping in grief for a long time. Intoxicated by the scattered silver laurel flowers, this frenzied blooming love will eventually disappear silently in the night. But I have to face the darkness of my heart when I am imprisoned by the past, and if I see the phantom again, I will still come to you, untie the knot of longing and the dream of a thousand years, and have nothing to do with the past life, just meet in this life.

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Preview: I had a dream.

"Are you dreaming of her again?"

wants to save, but is it her or herself who wants to redeem, whose destruction does the painful heart expect?

One stem is lonely and green, and the two shadows share dividends. The color grabs the face of the song, and the fragrance dances in the style of clothes. His eyes never took his eyes off the figure in the thousands of wind lotuses, and when his thoughts touched, the scars of fate on his back ached faintly-

Even so, the dream never woke up.

Even if I don't have the opportunity to dance with me in this life, even if my scars are bright red, as long as my memory remains, I will continue to fight under the guidance of your dancing figure until the last Zhong Le brings me to where you are.

The next part, Dance Wonderland.