The sound of the phoenix flute moved, the jade pot turned brightly, and the fish and dragon danced all night.
During the day, Rui likes to drink, but rarely gets drunk.
The moment he kissed those thin lips that he longed for for a long time, he hoped that he was really drunk. If he is drunk, he will not see the pity and compassion in Xuan Qing's eyes. If he is drunk, he will not know that Xuan Qing has no friendship with him.
Pushed away as a matter of course, Bai Tian Rui took a few steps back and stared at Xuan Qing greedily, but when he saw Xuan Qing's eyes clearly, all the longing in his heart turned into anger.
"Don't look at me with such eyes, I'm not a child!!!" Roaring angrily, but appearing so powerless, Bai Tianrui watched Xuanqing leave.
The monk's back is the same as when he came, his spine is straight and straight, and his gestures are light.
Tian Tianrui just watched Xuan Qing go away, and was alone in the alley for a long time, until night fell, the lights of the whole Dajing faded out, and he fell into the boundless silence, and he turned and stumbled away.
That night, during the day, Rui did not sleep. As long as he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the soft touch of Xuan Qing's lips. I don't know if it was his illusion, he always felt that Xuan Qing's lips had a faint scent of sandalwood.
Bai Tian Rui smiled bitterly and thought, this may be the magic barrier.
According to past habits, Xuan Qing would go to the palace to bid farewell to Bai Jinglun before leaving, so Bai Jinglun was not in a hurry. But who knew that this time, Bai Tian Rui did not play his cards according to common sense. When Bai Tian Rui arrived at the inn, he actually learned that he had left.
Looking at Lin Rufei's innocent love, Bai Tian Rui cursed in a low voice, turned around and left, his back showing a bit of embarrassment. However, by the time he felt the city gate, the monk had long since disappeared.
Xuanqing's trail became a mystery. As long as he left Dajing, he would never try to find his man. Bai Tianrui hated in his heart and cursed at the gate of the city, ignoring the surprised and fearful glances of the people around him.
"If you can run, the monk can't run away from the temple." Tian Rui gritted his teeth, almost crushing the sword in his hand.
In the following years, as Tian Rui expected, he could not find any trace of Xuan Qing.
Xuan Qing, a monk, has no name in the arena. Even if he did something, he might not know it was him. Trying to find his whereabouts is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
But Tian Rui was in no hurry, he knew where Xuan Qing would go.
Four years later, the Kunlun Sword Club.
Taking the invitation from Lin Rufei, Tian Rui arrived in Kunlun.
At this time, it has been four years since the two met. For mortals, four years may be a long time, but for them, it is just a snap of their fingers.
At the sword meeting, Bai Tian Rui really saw Xuan Qing.
Xuan Qing smiled and said something to the young master of the Lin family. Both of them had a gentle expression on their faces. At first glance, they looked very similar. This kind of tenderness was different from the compassion that sees everything, with a real warmth.
Even if Bai Tian Rui didn't want to admit it, he was indeed jealous. He clasped the saber beside him tightly, walked forward slowly, and walked to Xuan Qing's side.
Xuan Qing smiled and turned back, just like the love when they were separated for four years, and called him gently: "Bai Gongzi." There was nothing wrong with his tone, as if he just saw an old man whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
Bai Tian Rui said: "Master Xuan Qing, long time no see."
"Long time no see." Xuan Qing replied gently.
"I didn't expect Master Xuanqing to come." Bai Tianrui narrowed his eyes, "It seems that the relationship between Master Xuanqing and Young Master Lin is really good."
"Young Master Lin is my friend." Xuan Qing said. He was half-hanging his neck, but he didn't notice that when he said the word "friend", the powerful Prince Dajing in front of him suddenly shrank his pupils, as if he heard something incredible.
"Friends?" Chewing the word, Tian Rui smiled, "So it is." He turned around and left.
"Wouldn't it be good for you to stimulate him like this?" Lin Rufei saw something and asked hesitantly.
Xuan Qingqing was puzzled, as if she didn't know what Lin Rufei meant by saying: "Exciting?"
Lin Rufei looked at the confusion on Xuan Qing's face, which didn't seem like a fake, and laughed: "Have the monk ever liked anyone?" Xuan Qing said: "The monk only believes in the Buddha, how can you be tempted."
"Yes." Lin Rufei said, "Then the little prince will suffer."
At the lively banquet, Lin Rufei, as the host, was naturally poured a lot of wine. During the day, Rui didn't join in the fun and sat beside him drinking alone.
Probably because the drink on Kunlun was different from the mortal world. He drank a lot, and he was slightly drunk. Someone beside him seemed to ask him with a smile, if there was something unhappy about this young man, why did he sit by himself? It was boring to drink here, but Tian Rui ignored it.
Until the banquet was coming to an end, a monk sitting in the corner got up and said goodbye.
Tian Rui put down the wine glass in his hand and followed him out.
The two walked outside, Xuan Qing noticed his movement, stopped and turned to look at him. For four years, there has not been a trace on this monk's face. He is still the same as he was four years ago, and he is still looking at him with the same eyes four years ago.
"Xuanqing." He did not call him a monk, but his name.
Xuan Qing raised her eyes to look at Bai Tian Rui.
"Why didn't you say goodbye four years ago?" Bai Tian Rui asked him.
Xuan Qing smiled and said: "The monk has already sent a letter to the emperor, how can he say goodbye without saying goodbye."
Bai Tianrui gritted his teeth and said, "You sent a letter to my brother, what about me?"
Xuan Qing said, "Young Master Bai."
Bai Tian Rui said: "Huh?"
Xuan Qing said, "Do you like flowers?"
Tian Rui frowned and looked at him: "What if you like it?"
Xuan Qing said: "Have you ever planted it?"
During the day, Rui pursed his lips and said nothing.
Xuan Qing said: "Monks like flowers, but they never plant them."
Bai Tian Rui understood what Xuan Qing meant, he gritted his teeth and said, "Just because the flowers will wither?"
Xuan Qing smiled and said: "No, just because flowers and grass look the same in the eyes of monks, no matter whether they are blooming or not."
Bai Tianrui smiled miserably: "So you use me as a metaphor for flowers, meaning that whether it is a flower or a grass, or a stone on the side of the road, in your eyes, it is the same?"
"Yes." Xuan Qing's voice was still so gentle, but Bai Tian Rui was struck by this simple word, the blood dripping from the thorn, and he roared in a hoarse voice, "What about Lin Rufei—Lin Rufei—"
Xuan Qing looked at Bai Tian Rui strangely.
Bai Tian Rui said: "In your eyes, he is also a stone?"
Xuan Qing said: "Naturally not."
Bai Tianrui said, "Then what is he?"
Xuan Qing blinked, smiled, and said, "He is... the ruler of the world."
Tian Rui's eyes were red, he said, "Xuan Qing, you won't give me a chance?"
Xuan Qing did not speak, and looked at Bai Tian Rui quietly, probably because Bai Tian Rui's eyes were too desperate, which made him sigh in a low voice, and he said, "Bai Gongzi, why are you doing this?"
Bai Tian Rui laughed miserably, turned around and left, walking a little staggeringly.
Xuan Qing looked at him quietly, lowered his head and said, Amitabha.
This was the last time the two met in more than a hundred years after that. Bai Tian Rui left the Sword Club, but did not return to Dajing, and Xuan Qing never met again.
Until one day Xuanqing went to worship Bai Jinglun. At that time, Bai Jinglun had passed away for many years, and Xuan Qing took advantage of Qingming to sweep the tomb in the light rain.
After all, it was the emperor, and the tombstone was very clean, but Xuan Qing noticed that there was a small white flower in the corner of the tombstone.
The ghost messenger, Xuan Qing half squatted down, gently stroked the little flower that was trembling in the rain, raised his hand and raised the oil-paper umbrella in his hand on it.
"Xuanqing." Someone was calling him.
Xuan Qing looked up, but saw nothing.
Is it an illusion? Xuan Qing thought, why did he seem to have heard Tian Tian Rui's voice.