It is the fragrance of osmanthus in August again, and in a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Qingyun Temple, Fenxiang Pavilion.
The moon is full and the wind is full.
Ye Qingxuan lay on his back on the eaves of the attic, in front of his eyes were the bright moon and bright stars; at the end of his nose was the sweet smell of osmanthus in the courtyard and the sandalwood left in the incense pavilion.
This is one of Ye Qingxuan's favorite places, second only to the "nameless courtyard" he took from the second senior brother.
But every Mid-Autumn Festival, this place is Qingxuan's favorite.
In this courtyard there is an osmanthus tree that is hundreds of years old. The golden osmanthus flowers are gathered in clusters, reflecting the fluorescence like stars under the bright moonlight.
A gust of wind blew by, and the flowers rained one after another, as if thousands of stars were rolled up, with an intoxicating fragrance, they floated down beside Qingxuan.
With a light hand move, a petal of sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the lingering fragrance is all over the hands...
He loves this moonlit night, loves this sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance...
Nine years ago, it was such an intoxicating night, he came from another world and was born in this world.
It was also on that night that he shouldered his identity in this world and his blood feud.
Everything is fate, and it is not in the slightest.
Pour a glass of sake, and there will be a bright moon in the sky; smell the cool breeze, and there will be an intoxicating fragrance of flowers in your nose...
The aftertaste of the fragrance of flowers is there, and the wine is full of sorrow.
well-
A long sigh, but I don't know when I will be able to live this fairy-like life again, and have this fairy-like carefree life again.
"Little brother, it's so happy—"
Where the robes fluttered up, a Taoist man in green came down slowly, not realizing that the roof of the pavilion was dirty, and sat cross-legged beside Qingxuan.
But it's the chic and unrestrained second senior brother Qingyan.
When Ye Qingxuan studied in his previous life, one of his favorite characters was Lu Xiaofeng who was known as "four eyebrows". I don't know what kind of demeanor Lu Xiaofeng is, but my second senior brother is very similar to Lu Xiaofeng in behavior, especially his two-twist mustache, which is slightly upturned. Although it doesn't look like eyebrows, it is definitely suave and suave.
Even if Lu Xiaofeng is reborn, I'm afraid it's his second senior brother who won't give up.
It's a pity that although my second senior brother is extremely free and easy in character, he is not as good as others in emotion. He is a dull monk at all, and he doesn't know east, west, south, north. There are more than 30 people, and I don't see a woman around me.
"Second Senior Brother, it's so late, why haven't you rested yet?"
Qing Yan smiled but didn't answer, grabbed the wine pot from Qing Xuan's hand, poured it into his throat, spit it out suddenly, and then said with a pooh smile: "How can my little brother let such sour wine go down my throat in such a beautiful day?"
What can I do if the wine is not good? I searched the entire Qingyun Temple, and there are still these dirty wines in the storage managed by the third senior brother. The quality is not good, but it can barely make do.
Ye Qingxuan sighed slightly: "What I drink is not wine, it's loneliness—"
Qing Yan was stunned for a moment, and laughed dumbly: "Young junior brother is so young, but it is not a good thing to be so sentimental—"
Picking up the wine gourd around his waist, he took a sip, and a clear scent of wine radiated out.
Ye Qingxuan's hazy eyes instantly brightened.
Pishou snatched it over, took a sip, his throat was filled with the fragrance of bamboo, and the fragrance went smoothly. With another fragrance that is different from bamboo fragrance, it is the fragrance of pandan.
One wine and two aromas, it is really a masterpiece.
"Good wine, good wine—"
Seeing the intoxicated expression of the younger brother, Taoist Qingyan smiled triumphantly: "This is Luodu, Zhongzhou. The 'Zhulanxiang' from Wangyue Tower is indeed a famous wine in the world. I have spent many days with my brother, but I just got such a gourd. …”
Ye Qingxuan twitched his lips, disbelief: "If there is wine, you can sell it, and if you have money, you can buy it...Brother, you can't even pay for the wine if you go to the world?"
Qing Yan laughed, and said: "Some people sell wine, and some get money... It's just that the supply of 'Bamboo Orchid Fragrance' that is old enough is limited. Not for sale."
"So, in order to buy this gourd wine, brother, what kind of reputation do you have to make?"
"Well, that's what happened..."
"How did the senior brother do it?"
"Killed a gangster boss for my brother, Jiao Hantong... Anyway, that's enough..."
"'Wanshan Swordsman' Jiao Qingtong?"
"Yes, it seems that such a person..."
"You killed a master on the 'Dijue Ranking' for a jug of wine?"
"Is he on the 'Dijue List'? No wonder the sword skills are so powerful..."
"You're crazy, you..."
"It's worth it—"
Taoist Qingyan pointed to the wine gourd in Qingxuan's hand.
Qingxuan looked at the wine gourd, then at his second senior brother Qingyan, and thought about the unlucky "Wanshan Swordsman". At the end, he shook his head and sighed: "It's still a lunatic—but..." Another light drink Taking a sip of wine, he sighed and struggled, "Oh—but it's worth it—"
The second senior brother killed a master of "Dijue Pound" for a jug of wine, the news is really enough - bastard. Then Ye Qingxuan asked suspiciously: "So, isn't Second Senior Brother on the 'Excellent Earth List'?"
"Well, no—"
"Why?"
"I didn't leave my name, I took the head directly to the 'Watching Moon Tower' to exchange for wine—"
Ye Qingxuan was silent in his heart, the second senior brother refused to be on the "Di Jue List", fearing that the sect of his master would be exposed because of this. It's a pity that the second senior brother is amazingly talented, and he could have made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes long ago, but because he was afraid of revealing his identity, he kept holding back.
That blood feud is like a sharp sword hanging over the head, always reminding everyone to be extremely careful.
I don't know when this inexplicable pressure will end.
The sweet-scented osmanthus falls when people are idle, and the night is quiet and the green mountains are empty.
When the moon rises, the mountain birds startle, and when they sing in the spring stream.
Before such a beautiful scene, the two did not talk for a while, passing the gourd silently and drinking wine.
"Second senior brother—" Qingxuan broke the silence first.
"Um?"
"Today I met a child, I heard that the second senior brother brought him into the temple—"
For that child, Ye Qingxuan has an indescribable feeling, very close, not only because his name is the same as his previous life, with the word "Feng", but also because of the hidden deep in his eyes. Moved by a touch of loneliness... He used his cruelty as a performance, but he couldn't hide the misery in his heart. His coldness made people feel heartbroken!
"Oh, right—" Taoist Qingyan also sighed.
"That kid... talented—"
"That child is a poor person, oh, it's the same as your background..."
Taoist Qingyan let out a long sigh, and told about Xiao Yunfeng's past.
By the time Taoist Qingyan finished telling Xiao Yunfeng's story, an entire hour had passed.
"Oh, it's a fate of blood feud again." Thinking of his own fate, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but sneer, and then said with a sigh: "This child, he has a lot on his mind—"
"That child—who saw his relatives killed, saw his mother and sister humiliated, and himself... oh...pity, self-pity, chest stagnation, heart veins damaged by excessive grief—if he doesn't untie the knot , take good care of her, I'm afraid she won't live to be twenty years old..."
"He—so murderous—"
"This is what I'm most worried about, and it's also the reason why I didn't want to take him in at first. This kid has a lot of crimes, and it's hard to change because of his personality. In the future, he will be extremely murderous... For the already precarious sect, It’s really a blessing and a curse—”
"The heavy murder is not necessarily bad for our sect. The blood feud of the master's sect is there. If there is no way to kill, how can we avenge the countless souls of the master's sect. It's just... he is very guarded and hard to get close to - I don't know, what should you and I do?" How to open the knot in his heart—”
"Oh? Junior brother has a solution?"
"I haven't thought of it—" Ye Qingxuan sat up and stretched his waist, "But they are children, it is easy to communicate, and he will not be too defensive. After getting along for a long time, it is naturally easy to communicate—"
Qing Yan smiled strangely. Once upon a time, he actually forgot that his junior brother was still a child less than ten years old.
"Then—I must first thank my junior brother—"
"Come on—the rest of the wine is mine—"
Qingxuan leaped lightly, over a distance of one zhang, and fell into the courtyard.
Taoist Qingyan's eyes lit up, and he shouted: "It's so easy."
It was also a leap, and it also floated down beside Qingxuan's body, the movements were unrestrained, but much more relaxed.
Ye Qingxuan frowned, and asked in doubt: "How far is the realm of the second senior brother?"
Taoist Qingyan smiled slightly, and said—
With a dragon chant, Taoist Qingyan drew his sword in his hand, a beam of moonlight brilliance covered the sword body, the sword light was more than half a foot away from the sword, and it was uncertain. With a flick of the long sword and a chirping sound, it pierced into the stone table in the courtyard, more than a foot deep.
Qing Xuan was shocked, and couldn't help cheering in his heart.