For people in this world, if the monks of nearly a thousand years were ranked on a list, Master Liyang and Master Huayang were two names that could not be avoided.
Not only because the two are powerful enough, but also because in countless versions of legends in the market, the two seem to have an unknown love history.
In the most widely circulated version, about six to seven hundred years ago, there was a brief period of glory in the world of spiritual practice. Natural treasures appeared frequently, and countless strong men rose up. It was known as the thousand-year golden age in history.
Coinciding with the troubled times of the demon clan, major sects entered the world, the male and female protagonists of the story met during an experience, and together with the young painting saint, the three of them traveled the world hand in hand.
Forge a deep friendship.
Even after they separated and traveled separately, it is said that the two protagonists did not break off contact and sent letters through "Hongyan".
Therefore, when he heard that such gossip was disclosed for the first time in "The Story of Huayang", Huang He immediately lowered his head and looked through it. After a quick scan, he determined that the timeline started after the two parties separated.
The text in the letter is not a formal written language, but rather colloquial. It is consistent with the rumored character of the first-generation female headmaster.
First letter.
"Fellow Taoist Liyang Rumian:
"When I write this letter, I have arrived at the border of Qingzhou.
"Counting on my fingers, it has been half a year since you and I parted. During this time, I often think of the time we walked together. However, the road is solitary, and practitioners have a long time. Or as you said, loneliness is the norm.
"I have already tasted the Qingzhou noodles you told me about, and it is indeed delicious with the spices you gave me. However, the demon clan in the East China Sea is raging here and the people are suffering, but I have lost my appetite.
"I killed a sea monster and dug out a colorful pearl as big as a fist. I wanted to show it to you as a curiosity, but Hongyan's luck was limited, so I ground it into powder and drank it...
"By the way, say hello to the painter for me."
Second letter.
"Fellow Taoist Liyang Rumian:
"I have received your reply. I am very happy to learn that your cultivation has improved. I have been thinking about the cultivation issues you raised for a long time and have some thoughts. They are transcribed below...
"By the way, there is still a sequel to the pearls mentioned last time. There is a folk remedy along the coast of Qingzhou. It is said that grinding pearl powder can make the skin fair and delicate, so the price is high. I think it is a waste. It should be exchanged for silver to support the people. yes……
"It's just that I was wrong. When I looked in the mirror in the morning, I was indeed much whiter... I looked better than when you gave me the portrait... Of course, I don't care about appearance, I am just stating the facts."
Third letter.
"Fellow Taoist Liyang Rumian:
"Looking back, I have been away from you for a long time and miss you very much.
"Thanks to your guidance on the last practice issue, I benefited a lot. You said that I didn't mention Zhang Sengyao in my last letter, and he was very dissatisfied. I have thought about it carefully and it is true that I forgot. Please convey my apology. But that's not important.
"Something happened in Qingzhou. It's a festive season. The master of the sect here invited me to a banquet. However, you know that I have always disliked those men, so I didn't go.
"I heard there will be a monster-slaying event in Zhongzhou in a few years. I wonder if you will go there. I would be happy if we could reunite."
…
Huang He lowered his head to read the letter and found that the intervals were different. The sense of time of great practitioners was different from that of ordinary people, not to mention that the letters released by Daomen were not all.
Even so, through the words in the letter, it is enough for everyone to outline in their minds a more vivid clay sculpture and wood sculpture that is not just a dry name, but also an admirable one.
If in the past, their impression of Master Huayang was that of a "god", then after the "Huayang Biography" was made public, the god became a human again.
In a daze, Huang He seemed to see a young Taoist nun in front of Huang He who was unkempt, somewhat boyish, and informal, sitting at the table, looking at herself in the bronze mirror, then turning around, picking up a pen, gritting her teeth, racking her brains, and replying to the letter.
"The first-generation headmaster really has a true temperament," someone said enviously, "So, the rumors are true."
Although it is not stated clearly in the letter, the goodwill and affection flowing in the words cannot be concealed. How many thoughts of the daughter's family are hidden in it?
A group of singles were struck by a love letter from hundreds of years ago.
Dr. Zhao said happily:
"It is said that Huayang Zhenren was born in a certain Taoist sect. He was raised as a man by his father since he was a child. He has no girlish attitude and is most heroic. He never pays attention to what others say and only sticks to his true heart. I think it is precisely because of this. Will the letter be made public, right? It's a pity that there is no reply from Master Liyang, so it feels a bit uninteresting."
Everyone agreed, and the atmosphere in the school building was harmonious and warm. At this time, more Dr. Lu Ke returned, and everyone gathered around to discuss, which was very lively.
As the letters unfolded one after another full of life details and "human touch", many people became more immersed in the story and began to look forward to the follow-up unfolding.
Huang He eagerly turned to the next page and found that it was not the fourth letter. It should have been that when the manuscript was opened and distributed, the order was messed up and everyone got a different page number.
Scanning his eyes, he found that the plot progressed to the point where both parties participated in the demon-slaying conference and reunited in Zhongzhou.
It's just that there are too many sects participating in the meeting, and there are many people with mixed eyes. The two parties still exchange letters, and the content of the letters is mainly about the grand event. This is not what he wants to read. He quickly turned to the last article, but it stopped abruptly.
"Who has page 20?" Huang He stood up and asked.
"In my case, this article is really exciting."
One doctor blushed with excitement, and everyone gathered around to watch.
"Liyang:
Last night, my father found me and said that he wanted me to marry the Dongxuan sect to fight against the troubled times. I didn't want to, so I had a big quarrel with him and broke up on bad terms. I'm very sad. I will go find you tonight and wait for me. . "
This letter was very short, only two lines, but it made a group of doctors look at each other, and they could all see each other's consternation.
"There is such a thing..."
"I've never heard of Headmaster Huayang getting married."
"Nonsense. Didn't you read the letter and said there was a big quarrel? You must have refused."
There was a lot of discussion, and the curiosity of Huang He and others almost exploded. They wanted to know the follow-up development and searched loudly for the next page, but they couldn't find it after asking all over the school building.
…
Qinglian Xiaozhu.
"Speaking of the painting saint before, it is said that when Zhang Sheng was young, he traveled hand in hand with the two real people Liyang and Huayang. They had a deep friendship and I don't know whether it is true or not." Shi Jilun, a fat man, sat at the table and took a sip of fruit wine. , start the topic.
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A group of "yin and yang students" pricked up their ears. Many of them came from humble backgrounds and didn't know much. Now that they have stepped into the door of spiritual practice, it is the time to be eager to learn the secrets of the circle.
Xue Hongjian put down his chopsticks, nodded and said with a smile:
"It is indeed true. Legend has it that Zhang Sheng and Zhenren Liyang even became friends. As for Huayang's leader, he even had some entanglements with Zhenren Liyang. It was not until after the demon-slaying event that something happened that the two parties broke off contact. Hundreds of people We haven’t seen each other for years, and there seems to be a conflict.”
As the son of the Duke, his knowledge was far superior to that of the other Si Chens. He narrated the story in a few words, which aroused a lot of discussion. They were both impressed by Huayang's unworldly character and dared to love and hate, and they were also curious about how the two parties could break off the relationship.
Junior Sister Wang said coldly: "Zhenren Liyang must have let down Headmaster Huayang, hehe, man."
Everyone was knocked down suddenly by a punch, but they couldn't resist.
Fatty Shi Jilun suddenly caught a glimpse of Ji Ping'an being silent, and took the initiative to liven up the atmosphere: "Brother Ji, what do you think?"
The students looked over one after another, and the afternoon spring light shone through the clusters of peach blossoms like red clouds, reflecting on his face. For some reason, everyone seemed to be in a trance, as if they saw that his eyes were as deep as the sea, and the sea was covered with infinite vicissitudes of life.
Ji Ping'an didn't answer, just closed his eyes, and memories came flooding back.
…
Seven hundred years ago, there was a grand gathering to slay demons.
At night, it coincides with the full moon, and the entire villa building where the event is located is bathed in moonlight.
Li Yang sat alone at the table in the guest house, with the open window lattice in front of him. There was no lamp in the room, but it was not dark.
When he heard a knock on the door and turned around, he saw a woman wearing red makeup pushing open the door and entering.
Hua Yang has short ear-length hair and looks a bit boyish, which is out of tune with this feudal era. In the past, she only wore Taoist robes, but tonight she came dressed up.
She was dressed in a bright red dress like fire, her black hair was neatly combed, and her face, which was usually unpainted, was rouged and her eyebrows were drawn, just because she didn't know how to dress up. Although she had worked hard, her hands were still holding the sword to kill the enemy. When I picked up the thin eyebrow pencil, I panicked and the drawing was a bit ugly.
Her skin is much fairer, unlike the wheat-colored skin that used to be exposed to the sun and wind.
"You're here." Li Yang said.
"Yes." The response was very low, as if she was a different person. In the past, the heroic Wei Huayang heroine who raised her eyebrows and raised her sword to kill people was gone. The one standing here tonight was Miss Huayang.
"I received your letter." Li Yang said.
The room fell silent, and the atmosphere became weird. The two stopped talking and remained silent.
Finally, Huayang gritted his teeth, suddenly stared at him with bright eyes, and said calmly as if he was risking his life:
"I'm not getting married anyway, and I don't want to stay in the sect anymore. After tomorrow's grand party, I will follow you wherever you go. If you are willing, come find me tomorrow morning. If not, forget it."
After saying that, she didn't wait even for a breath, turned into a raging flame and ran away without looking back.
Li Yang was stunned for a moment, hesitant to speak, and finally did not open his mouth to persuade him to stay. The room became quiet again. Suddenly, a swan goose flew from the window and landed directly on the table. He strode in a square step to show off his power, with a red foot tied to it. letter.
Li Yang started to read, it was sent by the painting sage Zhang Sengyao.
"Brother Liyang:
"The enemy you want me to track down has been found, but the enemy is strong. Although our arrangements are careful, if we want to kill him, we may not have a high chance of winning. Even if we succeed, with the current situation, you will face the endless troubles of most of the spiritual world. Chase and kill, ten deaths but no life.
"I know you are eager for revenge, but as a good friend, I still want to ask you, have you really decided?"
He held the letter and sat in front of the window for a long time. It was not until the morning light faded that he wrote back:
"Decided."
early morning.
Wei Huayang waited in the boudoir for a long time with the small bundle in his arms, but did not see that familiar figure.
Li Yang disappeared.
…
(Thanks to the inner ghost for the reward!)
