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After burning many books, the man in white stood up and grabbed a long sword, carried it behind his back, and pinned a flute made of green bamboo to his waist. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Abandoning literature and following martial arts, this is not the era of martial arts to save the country, the white-shirted young man put down the long story that he couldn't read, gave up the last bit of delusion in his heart of 'wild carp jumping over the dragon gate', and walked to the huge capital with his useless half-tone martial arts.

A hundred years ago in the capital, at dusk, after the rain, an elegant man in a white shirt suddenly appeared on the wet street, the man carried a long sword, staggered, stepped on the bluestone slabs that covered the long street into the city, and sat down in a tavern outside the prince's mansion.

He described him as withered, haggard, and his unshaven face full of dust and fatigue, and he sat in front of the table set up in the street in the open air of the tavern, staring at the figures coming and going in the Prince's mansion in the distance, his eyes were dry, and he was indifferent to anything, more like a wooden man sitting there, stunned by the crowd of people coming and going.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, it is even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival.

No one would have thought that the night moon in the capital was not as mellow as on the twilight mountain, nor as cold as on the top of the twilight mountain, but behind the bustle of the capital there were countless cold eyes and ridicule, no one would understand the true feelings of such a foreigner, and the door of the mansion he was looking at, did not see the shadow stepping out, the cold moonlit night, it should have been the scene of 'the end of the world is next to each other', but in the eyes of the man in white shirts, it has become a situation of 'raising a glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadow becomes a three'.

He suddenly remembered the huge lotus pod that Xie Shuiyu had picked on the day he left, and the graceful figure in the bright moonlight.

Who first saw the moon on the riverside, and when did the river moon shine at the beginning of the year?

The man in the white shirt took out the bamboo flute on his waist, but unfortunately the bamboo flute that was once as green as jade was like a withered yellow, and he played the horizontal flute in his mouth, and played the song that is very common in Beilai between young men and women to convey love - "Alluring the Country and the City".

The sound of the flute is long, rippling into the vermilion courtyard wall, and inside the light gauze curtain, there is a woman who is sad and sad, and she is beaded on the moon.

At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month.

Xie Shuiyu was heartbroken, when she heard the sound of the bamboo flute flying darkly, the dead mood suddenly ignited a glimmer of hope, but she had too many involuntary bodies, too many hardships to tell, but these things were buried in a secluded and desolate place in her heart, hoping to be silent forever.

She is no longer a Xie Shui ballad who swims freely and picks lotus, but a canary who is raised in a gold-plated and silver-plated luxurious birdcage.

For now, she can only be silent.

After the rain, the capital did not diminish in the slightest, the streets were in a hurry, and people stopped to drink tea to quench their thirst or have fun and chat, and no one cared about the man in the shabby white shirt sitting alone in the corner.

The man in the white shirt sat in front of the wine shop for a whole year, and for a whole year, so many people came and went in the palace, but he did not see the graceful back, he used wine all day long to eliminate his sorrows, and when he lost all the valuable things on his body, the only thing that he did not abandon was the yellowed bamboo flute, which seemed to be according to the agreement, and the man in the white shirt would play the song "Alluring the Country and the City" under the vermilion wall every night.

In early spring, all things grow, willow branches sprout, the flute quietly flies into the city with the spring breeze, the summer solstice, a hundred flowers bloom, compete for beauty, the flute flies into the city with a rich aroma, the autumn is cold, the grass withers, the maple leaves and flowers are in autumn, the reed flowers are flying all over the sky, the flute flies into the city with the reed flowers, the winter is cold, the snow is flying, everything is silent, the flute flies into the city with the goose feather snow.

Over the past year, the white-shirted man's tune has no longer been out of tune, and has gradually tended to be mellow and full, but there is a little more melancholy and sadness in the original cherry blossom should be a cheerful tune, and the tune is melodious and tactful, attracting the capital's celebrities to listen to it, and even several celebrities with a high status in the family showed their admiration for the white-shirted man, but he was indifferent and ignored it, just sighed lightly in his heart, after all, he didn't call you!

Xie Shuiyu also had a bad year this year, she didn't think about tea and dinner, it was difficult to sleep and eat, and her face gradually became haggard, in this whole year, she was no longer plump, emaciated, and no longer favored, she deeply felt the ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness of the emperor and general, and became more and more yearning for the life she once had.

Her expression became more and more haggard, her cheeks were no longer rosy, and even a trace of sickly yellow appeared, for Xie Shuiyu's illness, even the most famous doctor in the capital secretly shook his head after visiting, there is no cure for this disease.

Heart disease, there is no cure in the world.

A year later, Xie Shuiyu, who was haggard and no longer beautiful, was secretly sent back to Dusk Mountain by the prince, and saw the outside world for the first time since he entered Zhumen.

The man in the white shirt still sat next to the liquor store, watching the pedestrians coming and going.

The two looked at each other but never knew each other.

The once elegant man in white shirt had sunken eyes, sloppy, stubble, and unkempt hair, like a beggar;

In this alley, the two passed by.

May the moon shine on you.

Perhaps it was the words of the man in the white shirt that came true, the two of them were destined to have nothing to do after all, and their concern for each other became the price of the other party.

Xie Shuiyu left the unworthy capital and returned to the foot of Dusk Mountain alone, wanting to spend the rest of his life alone in peace.

For more than a year of tormented and tormented time, her desire to live has been consumed, the once lively lotus picking girl is gone, and there is an extra woman at the foot of the twilight mountain.

She didn't go to pick lotus again, but stayed quietly in a grass hut at the foot of the mountain, wanting to spend her life on her own.

A few years later, the dejected and crazy man in white shirt returned from the capital and returned to the Sumeru Temple, where he was ordained a monk with the Dharma name 'Deadwood'.

When he left that year, the red lotus flower that Xie Shuiyu gave him was cut open by him, and he took out the plump and round lotus seeds to make a string of Buddhist beads.

He never set foot in the twilight mountain again, which became the only faith and forbidden place in his heart, even exceeding the weight of the Buddha, and the twilight mountain also became a demon obstacle and shackles in the hearts of the dead wood monks.

From the end of the acquaintance, the two didn't even say a word, in the mind of the dead wood, the deepest impression was the faint laughter from the lotus leaves when Xie Shuiyu picked lotus, and in Xie Shuiyu's memory, the most impressive thing was the faint sound of reading from the shadow of the mottled tree on the bluestone slab of the lotus pond.

still look at each other and never know each other.

That's enough!

The two of them are blocked by a twilight mountain, and the end of the world is within reach, step by step, and they have never crossed it.

A few years later, the dead wood Zen monk in the Sumeru Temple became famous, he often preached the scriptures on the altar in the Sumeru Temple to the beautiful twilight mountain in the distance, and told the scriptures to many infatuated men and women who were trapped in love, but no one knew that the original love word was the biggest obsession in the heart of the dead wood Zen monk, and he never let go.

And the woman Xie Shuiyu, who was once amazed as 'Alluring the Country and the City', has never married, she is waiting, and he is waiting, even if she looks up under the same starry sky, her eyes are not intertwined.

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"In this life, I will use the pseudonym 'Chen Deadwood' to walk again in this red dust. ”

The white-shirted man standing on the top of the twilight mountain, looking down at the sparkling lotus pond in the distance, said softly, his eyes seemed to be filled with endless vicissitudes and tenderness.

And Jiang Yangsheng, who was standing in the distance, didn't know about this hidden situation, but when he saw this Wang Bishui Qinglian, his heart suddenly tightened, and he was inexplicably suffocated.

The lotus pond of the twilight mountain is sparkling at this time, countless lotus leaves are swaying without wind, and the lotus flowers that are originally budding to be released stand in the middle of the water.

Chen Kumu raised his eyes and smiled slightly, as if he thought of some old scenes from a hundred years ago, a hundred years have passed, things are not people, but this twilight mountain lotus pond has not changed after all, it is still the scenery of the old Zeng is picturesque, but at this time the lotus pond is missing a small boat, a oar, and a slim jade lotus girl.

"A thought blooms. ”

Chen Kumu murmured softly.

Suddenly.

The long smoke is empty, the moon is thousands of miles, the whole lotus pond is windless and automatic, Jiang Yangsheng was horrified to find that a tail of golden dragon carp burst out of the water for no reason, ten thousand carp floated and jumped to defend the lotus, and the crystal water droplets brought by ten thousand carp were like pearls under the bright moonlight, and countless golden dragon carp jumped out of the water, splashing a huge splash, and the calm of the water surface was suddenly broken.

Big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate!

Spectacular!

Not only the ten thousand carp floating, the lotus flowers that are waiting to be put are also blooming suddenly at this moment, the flowers are covered with a layer of faint Buddha light, the water mist is hazy, the ambilight is colorful, in the huge lotus pond, fragrant and lush, like a fairyland.

The mist is thick, floating on the lotus pond, and countless blooming lotus flowers are competing to bloom.

"Back then, you said that you didn't see the scene of thousands of flowers blooming together, but this time you got your wish. ”

Chen Kumu whispered, staring at the scene of thousands of flowers on the lotus pond, stroking the string of Buddha beads made of green lotus seeds in his hand, a hundred years of friction made this string of lotus seed Buddha beads full of spirituality, the Buddhist Monk Zen Monk has never put down, and after a hundred years, he has never let go of the 'magic shell' Chen Kumu.

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