"Gifts are exchanged... Na, your tea",

There were Jade Emperor chicken, bamboo leaf rice and various pastries from Yulin House on the table, and Dugu Jialuo poured a cup of tea for the young man a little awkwardly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She didn't read much, the old Zen master of Jitan Temple only taught him some basic Confucian books such as "Three Character Classic" and "Disciple Rules", and there were not many words on the sword book she often read.

The tea is light, and there is not even a single tea leaf in it.

She is so poor, so naturally she can't afford such things as tea.

The young man had a strange face and muttered in a low voice: "This can only be regarded as hot water......

Turning his head, he saw that she was flat and coughed and stopped, took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Is there any practice in the sword book I gave you?"

"No... There is ......",

"That book is just a simple summary, there is nothing too profound in swordsmanship, but it is also suitable for you, and when you have mastered these swordsmanship, I will find you some esoteric ones",

"Good",

Jia Luo glanced at him lightly, his side face was like jade, his eyebrows were like swords, he was very heroic, his gestures were full of a calm temperament, but his words were very kind, which was completely different from the children of the family in Jiangnan.

I suddenly felt that those young masters and sons were not all fierce, at least the young man in front of him was very good.

He didn't stay long, just simply chatted with her for a few words and left, for some reason he was reluctant to leave.

Since then he has been a regular visitor here, and every now and then he runs here with food, tea, and wine, both of whom are teenagers of nature, and soon become good friends who talk about everything, and sometimes he feels that he misses him very much when he is not there.

Probably because he thought he really didn't have any other friends, she thought silently.

"The small bridge and flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River are very beautiful, and the Jiangnan under the smoke and rain is full of charm.

"Which is better?",

The young man shook his head: "Each has its own beauty, there is no distinction between superior and inferior, since ancient times, there is no first, there is no second, and there is no superiority or inferiority in the beauty of the world, the lonely smoke of the Western Desert, the sunset, the poignant beauty of Dashengguan, the magnificent waves of the East China Sea, the hazy smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, each with its own characteristics, so that the beauty of the uneven and polymorphic has achieved the scenic scenery of China."

The two of them were lying on the dilapidated roof, with the back of their heads resting on their arms and looking up at the stars in the sky, hanging high in the bright moon, chatting with each other.

Looking at the carved beams and paintings in the distance, pavilions and pavilions, Jia Luo said: "I look at this place every day, and there is nothing to see",

The boy smiled gently, "Because... You are neither a spectator nor a part of life here",

Garo turned his head: "Then what am I?",

The boy smiled and did not answer.

Probably, it's just people who are suffering here, and a person struggling to survive has no time to enjoy the so-called beauty.

"By the way, I've known you for so long and I don't know your name yet",

"Lu Hong, the word Kunpeng, what about you?",

"Dugu Jialuo...... I don't have words",

"Haha, I know",

"Hmph, isn't it funny?",

"No, no, I just remembered something funny",

The boy smiled and looked up at the starry sky, while she tilted her head to stare at the side of his face, and quietly approached him for a few minutes.

There is an inexplicable peace of mind when he is around, and I hope he can stay a little longer, accompany himself for a while, and not be like the stars in the sky, flickering and disappearing, as if he will disappear at any time......

It's a pity that in the end he left, there was no separation, no goodbye, just some feelings that ended before they began.

That day, he suddenly received a bluebird letter, and with a rare look of excitement on his face, he hurriedly bid him farewell, telling her that he was probably about to leave Jiangnan.

When he hurriedly left Wuyi Alley, she suddenly panicked in her heart.

He's about to leave Jiangnan, and he'll never see him again? There was a feeling of fear in his heart for no reason, and after thinking for a long time, he decided to follow him and take a look.

He didn't go far, rode to the painted bridge in the south, there was a flaming red dress standing on the bridge with an umbrella, the south of the Yangtze River was misty and rainy, like a moon veil, but the woman's back was more dreamy, she just stood there lightly and many people looked at her.

The boy dismounted under the bridge, walked quickly behind the woman, and said something to her intimately, not as casually as he was with himself, but he was both affectionate and respectful to the red-clothed woman.

She felt a sudden pain in her heart, and saw that the woman also turned around and smiled at him, the smile on her cold face seemed to be a hundred flowers blooming in early spring, and the ice and snow melted like a dream......

Little by little, the life qi disappeared, everything gradually faded away, every picture became blurred, even his face gradually became blurred, but the full moon and stars that night and the picture of lying on the roof to watch the stars and admire the moon were extremely clear.

It would be great if time could stay forever on that night, his eyes gradually faded, and in the haze, he saw Liu He's figure approaching step by step, and heard him snort coldly: "It is your creation to die under my heart nail",

I could vaguely see something swaying gently under the corners of his robe, like a boxy token, with a faint glow.

"Lu Hong......",

Whispering, whispering his name, his fingers opened, his eyes closed, and everything disappeared, even the face was suddenly disillusioned......

Liu He walked to her side and sneered, seeing that she had no breath of life on her body, he was still unwilling in his heart, and with a shake of his sleeve, the dagger fell into his palm, and he was about to stab her smooth neck, but at this moment, a force suddenly burst out from his body, "Dang" The ground bounced him out with a knife, an earth-shattering dragon roared out, the violent power rose to the sky, the ground continued to crack, several dead trees cracked in response, waist to waist, the whole mountain shook violently, he rolled down the mountain with a knife, and when he raised his head, he saw a huge cyan dragon shadow roaring out, angry for nine days, it stood quietly above Jialuo, and the majestic power supported her.

The mighty power spread, a pair of crimson eyes loomed in the air, and the dragon shadow gradually took shape.

"Green... Qinglong...",

Liu He was suddenly shocked in his heart, how could it be Qinglong?

The furious power rushed down, his face changed, and he turned around and walked away.