That night, two figures, black and white, shuttled back and forth, chasing each other in the city of Handan. They had been apart for many years, and the world was like a chess game. Neither Mo Crow nor Bai Feng was changed by time in their seemingly childish way of communicating with each other.
The wind is on the shoulders, and the wind is the moonlight swaying in the quiet night. The ink crow is chasing the back of Bai Feng, and in the pupils, there is a distance between the three bodies that will no longer be shortened.
Bai Feng, you have surpassed me.
The corners of his mouth curled up, his feet suddenly turned, and his figure turned around, "If you run any further, you will be considered absent from work. Brat, I'm going to find Yingge. I'll settle this account with you next time~"
Bai Feng stopped and turned around to see the ink crow flying towards Pingyuan Jun's Mansion. He looked at the retreating figure and after a long silence, he chuckled and snorted.
…
On the top of the attic of the Imperial Master's Mansion, Lu Yan was lying alone, "No one is here. It seems that the problem of running around on the roof is still the same as before."
He closed his eyes and let go of his senses but could not find Bai Feng's whereabouts. He knew that this guy had probably fled out again. He was either playing with the birds, playing with the wind, or everyone together.
At this moment, he suddenly missed the sinister "Second Master". So far, Lu Yan was probably most comfortable and comfortable only when he was with Yan Lu.
Unfortunately, when Lu Yan remembered the embarrassing things he had done with Yan Lu, the smile he showed just now was immediately suppressed by another heavy worry.
As soon as "On Life in the World" came out, I was afraid that I would betray Xiaoshengxianzhuang and be with Yan Lu...
"Alas~"
Lu Yan sighed deeply, put his hands under his head, and looked up at the hazy moon with half-squinted eyes. At this moment, he felt someone approaching, but without moving, he said softly: "Come out, Sister Ju Shuang."
"Son."
Gu Shuang appeared on the roof of the building on tiptoe, her long skirt dancing in the wind. With a touch of sadness on her face, she stared at Lu Yan and responded with a "Young Master" as gentle as the white moon.
Lu Yan caught a glimpse of what she was holding in her hand and turned his head in surprise, "Huh? You actually brought wine? You know, I don't like drinking."
"Yes, I know."
The flat cloth shoes made almost no sound when they stepped on the tiles. Ju Shuang walked over to Lu Yan and sat down next to him. He handed a jar of wine directly to his stomach. Lu Yan had to hold the jar with both hands and sit up.
"You said that drinking is not conducive to reading and writing. It will only make the brain confused and reduce the ability to think. But I think, sir, you are sometimes a little confused."
Ju Shuang said, opening his own jar, taking a sip first, then turning his head to look at Lu Yan, "Hmm~"
Her oval face was like a peach blossom, and her eyes were bright and clear under her eyebrows. She tilted her face slightly to one side and smiled on her lips, signaling Lu Yan to drink soon.
Lu Yan looked at her for a long time, and finally his eyes drifted, "Oh, I'm confused~"
He picked up the wine jar with one hand and weighed it, and tapped his acupuncture points with the other hand to temporarily close his internal energy. "Okay, then I'll listen to you. I'll get rid of all my worries when I'm drunk. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to drag me home."
Go inside."
After saying that, Lu Yan picked up the wine jar and drank a big gulp, "Huh? This taste is familiar. It's Baili Qingshuo from Pingyuan Lord Zhao Ling."
Ju Shuang stretched out the wine jar and bumped it against his, and said with a smile: "Don't worry now. The last time you pretended to be drunk, I dragged you into the house."
"Haha, as expected, then I have no worries, let's do it."
"Yeah, do it."
Seeing Lu Yan drinking with his head held high, she curved the corners of her lips and took a sip herself.
Bai Feng could see Lu Yan's condition. They had been together day and night for more than ten years, so how could Ju Shuang not see it? She decisively killed Zi Nu, Nong Yu's benefactor, and Han Fei, her teacher Xun Zi's favorite brother.
The young master I knew personally made such an act of severing friendship, how lonely he must feel in his heart.
Ju Shuang just stayed with her quietly, watching. Unknowingly, the jar in Lu Yan's hand reached the bottom.
"Hiccup~" He burped towards Ju Shuang, the smell of alcohol filling her face, "Ha, is there anything else?"
Ju Shuang shook his altar and exchanged it with the empty altar in Lu Yan's hand, "I still have half of it here."
"Thank you~" Lu Yan took it and drank again and again. He wiped his mouth, clasped the mouth of the jar with one hand and swung the wine jar and stood up, "Ah~ hiccup! I haven't seen the ancients before, and I won't see you again.
The one who thinks about the long journey of heaven and earth makes him cry with sadness.
Chen Zi'ang, Chen Zi'ang, when I was in school, I thought your poem was so cool, it was a model in the world of pretense. Now I finally understand, I understand."
When Gu Shuang heard about it at first, he saw no ancient people before and no newcomers after him. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, he burst into tears. He was sighing for the majesty, grandeur, vastness and emptiness of this poem, and then he was struck by what Lu Yan said
Chen Ziang was confused.
Who is Chen Ziang? Is he an old friend from school? No, I have known him since he was ten years old, and I have never heard of this Chen Ziang for more than ten years.
She was still confused, but Lu Yan had already started to drink like crazy.
"But the heaven and earth are infinite, so why do we encounter the impermanence? Why do we walk alone, standing alone without a group? The rainbow shines across the sun!"
The Changhong Sword came out, and he shouted loudly, but not a single bit of internal energy circulated, and because he was drunk, his limbs were out of control. The sword Lu Yan used swayed like a dog's tail grass in the wind.
"Colorful bridges cross the sky and rainbow clouds splash."
Ju Shuang recognized the Changhong Sword Technique, but now that Lu Yan used it, he had to add the suffix: Changhong Sword Technique Drunken Version.
As she turned and moved, the long red sword was sometimes leisurely and sometimes straight. Looking at Lu Yan's strange figure, her eyebrows gradually fell, and the distress in her eyes became stronger.
Suddenly, Lu Yan's next step was in the air, the Changhong Sword fell out of his hand, and his body fell onto the tiles and rolled down.
"Master!"
Ju Shuang exclaimed and flew away. His attempt to catch the person failed, and Lu Yan fell from the top floor.
"pound~"
The wine jar in Lu Yan's hand rolled down from the attic and smashed to the ground. There was a noise, and in a few breaths, hundreds of birds arrived at the scene. Then these people saw their national master hanging in the attic.
Halfway.
"this……"
"what's the situation?"
"I don't know."
"Want to save someone?"
"Don't act rashly. If you want to save people, Lord Ju Shuang should have done it long ago."
"Tear~" Half of Lu Yan's clothes hanging in the attic were torn apart, and his whole body suddenly fell to the bottom with a crackle.
"Hey~ It really hurts."
All the birds looked at Lu Yan, who was lying on the ground muttering something unknown. You looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke to break the strange deadlock.
Ju Shuang grabbed the Changhong Sword and landed on the ground. The sword light flashed in his eyes and he said to everyone: "You all go down."
"Yes, Lord Ju Shuang." Everyone felt a chill all over their bodies and disappeared in an instant.
"Nongyu, didn't you say that Jianwu can't be so rude? Isn't this so rude?!" Lu Yan got up from the ground, rubbed his muscles, and grinned.
When Ju Shuang heard what he said, she lowered her head and was silent for a long time. Then she walked forward and knelt down and said, "Master, it's time for you to go back."
"That won't work. I haven't mastered the sword dance you choreographed for me yet.
I, Lu Yan, the great master of the Qin Dynasty, a disciple of the great master Xun Fuzi, and a new generation leader of various schools of thought, will today be like Nong Yu, a disciple of an actor.
People from Handan, people from all over the world, look at Lu Zi's sword dance!"
Lu Yan opened his posture and danced the first sword with his bare hands, and then nothing happened.
Ju Shuang held the slightly snoring man in her arms and slowly walked towards Nong Yu's room.
"It turns out that the celebration of having fun with the people also has this purpose. Ha."