Cherry Blossoms Upon a Wintry Sword

The phoenix flute moved, the jade pot turned, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

Rui likes to drink during the day, but rarely gets drunk.

The moment he kissed those long-cherished thin lips, he hoped that he was really drunk. If you are drunk, you can't see the compassion and compassion in Xuan Qing's eyes. If you are drunk, you won't know that Xuan Qing has no trace of affection for herself.

Pushed away for granted, Rui stepped back during the day, staring greedily at Xuan Qing, but when he saw Xuan Qing's eyes clearly, the desire in his heart all turned into anger.

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes, I'm not a kid !!!" The angry roar, but it seemed so weak, Rui watched Xuan Qing leave in the daytime.

The monk's back was the same as when he came, his spine was straight, and his hands were upright and light.

During the day, Rui watched Xuan Qing leave like this, and stood alone in the alley for a long time, until the night came, the lights of the entire Dajing gradually faded out, and he fell into a boundless silence, and then he turned around and left.

That night, Rui did not fall asleep during the day. As soon as he closed his eyes, the soft touch of Xuanqing Lips was in his mind. I wonder if it was his illusion, he always felt a hint of sandalwood on Xuan Qing's lips.

During the day Rui thought with a bitter smile, this might be the magic barrier.

According to the habits of the past, Xuan Qing would go to the palace and quit to Bai Jinglun before leaving, so Rui was not too anxious during the day. But who knows that this time Rui did not play cards according to common sense. When Rui arrived at the inn during the day, he knew he had left.

Looking at Lin Rufei's innocent expression, Rui cursed in a low voice during the day, turned and walked away, his back showing a little embarrassed. But when he felt the gate, the monk disappeared long ago.

Xuan Qing's traces are fascinated. As long as he leaves Dajing, don't want to find his people. During the day, Rui feels a big hate and stands at the gate of the city, yelling and cursing.

"You can run the monk, you can't run the temple." Rui grinds his teeth during the day, almost crushing the sabre in his hand.

In the years that followed, as Rui expected, he could not find Xuan Qing's trace at all.

Xuan Qing, a monk, is unknown in the rivers and lakes. Even if he did something, he didn't necessarily know it was him. Trying to find his whereabouts is nothing short of a haystack.

But Rui was not in a hurry during the day, he knew where Xuan Qing would go.

Four years later, Kunlun Sword Society.

With the invitation sent by Lin Rufei, Rui arrived in Kunlun during the day.

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.

At the sword meeting, Rui really saw Xuan Qing during the day.

Xuan Qing smiled and said something to the younger son of the Lin family. Both had a tender look on their faces. At first glance, they were very similar. This kind of tenderness was different from the compassion seen in all things, with real temperature.

Even though Rui refused to admit it during the day, he was indeed jealous. He clenched his sabre on his side, stepped forward slowly, and walked to Xuan Qing's side.

Xuan Qing turned her head back with a smile, like the expression of four years of strong separation, called him meekly: "Bai Gongzi." There was nothing wrong with the tone of expression, as if she only saw an old man who had not seen each other for a long time.

Daytime Rui said: "Master Xuanqing, I haven't seen you in a long time."

"It's been a long time." Xuan Qing responded gently.

"I didn't expect Master Xuanqing to really come." Rui Rui narrowed his eyes during the day. "It seems that the relationship between Master Xuanqing and Lin Gongzi is really good."

"Lin Gongzi is my friend." Xuan Qing said so. He was half-necked, but he didn't notice that when he said the word "friend", the powerful Prince Prince Jing in front of his eyes narrowed suddenly, as if he had heard something incredible.

"Friend?" Chewing the word, Rui smiled during the day, "So it is." He turned and walked away.

"Isn't it good for you to stimulate him like this?" Lin Rufei was hesitant to ask what he saw.

Xuan Qing's expression was confused, as if she didn't know what Lin Rufei said: "Exciting?"

Lin Rufei looked at the confusion on Xuan Qing's face and seemed to cheat. She laughed and said, "Who has a monk like?"

Xuanzang said: "The monk only believes in the Lord Buddha, how can he be tempted?"

"So too," Lin Rufei said, "then it will hurt that little prince."

On the lively banquet, Lin Rufei, as the host, was naturally filled with a lot of wine. During the day, Rui did not go to the lively and sat alone to drink alone.

It is about that Kunlun's drink is different from the world. He drank too much and became drunk. Someone beside him seemed to ask him with a smile, saying, "Is there anything unhappy about this boy, how can he sit by himself Drinking stuffy here, Rui ignored it during the day.

Until the banquet came to an end, a monk sitting in the corner got up to leave.

During the day Rui lowered his wine glass and followed.

The two went outside, Xuan Qing noticed his movement, stopped and turned to look at him. For four years, he has not left any trace on the monk's face. He is exactly what he was four years ago, and still looks at him with the same eyes as four years ago.

"Xuan Qing." Instead of calling him a monk, he called his name.

Xuan Qing looked up at Rui Rui during the day.

"Why didn't you say goodbye four years ago?" Daytime Rui asked him.

Xuan Qing smiled: "The monk has written to the emperor, how can I say goodbye without saying goodbye."

Daytime Rui gritted his teeth: "You wrote to my brother, what about me?"

Xuan Qing said, "White boy."

Rui said during the day: "Huh?"

Xuan Qing said, "Do you like flowers?"

Rui Mei looked at him during the day: "What about it?"

Xuan Qingdao: "Have you ever planted it?"

Rui Lips did not speak during the day.

Xuan Qing said: "The monk likes flowers but never plant them."

Daytime Rui understood Xuan Qing's meaning, he gritted his teeth and said, "Just because the flower will fade?"

Xuan Qing smiled: "No, just because the flowers and grass are the same in the monk's eyes, whether he blooms or fades."

Daytime Rui smiled sorrowfully: "So you use me to describe flowers, which means that whether it is flowers or grass, or a stone by the road, is it the same in your eyes?"

"Yes." Xuan Qing's voice was still so gentle, but during the day, Rui was spitted by the simple words, his hoarse voice shouted, "That Lin Ru Fei-Lin Ru Fei-"

Xuan Qing stared at Rui Rui during the day.

Daytime Rui said: "He is also a stone in your eyes?"

Xuan Qingdao: "Nature is not."

Daytime Rui said, "What is he?"

Xuan Qing blinked, smiled, and said, "He is ... the king of the world."

During the day, Rui's eyes were red. He said, "Xuan Qing, wouldn't you give me a chance?"

Xuan Qing didn't say a word, quietly looked at the daytime Rui, about daytime Rui's eyes were too desperate, so he could not help but sigh, he said: "Baizi, why are you doing this?"

Rui laughed a bitterly during the day, turned around and walked, and walked a little shyly.

Xuan Qing looked at him quietly, and looked down, Amitabha.

This was the last time the two had met in more than a hundred years. Rui left the Jianhui during the day, but did not return to Dajing, and Xuan Qing never saw it again.

Until one day Xuan Qing went to worship Bai Jinglun. At that time, Bai Jinglun had crashed for many years, and Xuan Qing took advantage of Qingming to scan the grave with light rain.

In the end, it was the emperor. The tombstone was exceptionally clean, but Xuan Qing noticed that a small white flower was born in the corner of the tombstone.

The ghost was terrible. Xuan Qing squatted down, gently stroked the little flower that trembled in the rain, raised his hand and raised the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

"Xuan Qing." Someone was calling him.

Xuan Qing looked up, but saw nothing.

Is it an illusion? Xuan Qing thought, why did he seem to hear the voice of daytime Rui.