After drinking two pots of tea and eating a plate of cakes, Li Xiuyuan followed Feng Ruyu back to Yuqiong Pavilion.
"Why bother? Why?!"
Back in the building of Yuqiong Pavilion, Li Xiuyuan's thoughts were still on the storyteller's story.
Feng Ruyu glanced at him and said softly: "You clearly know that it is just someone else's story, why would you bother to get into someone else's story?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at her and replied blankly: "When the sun shines on our heads, even stories will become reality. Among the many stories in the world, which one does not evolve from stories?"
Feng Ruyu shook his head and continued: "Others are suffering, why should you suffer again?"
Li Xiuyuan looked at her and laughed, and replied seriously: "I tried to suffer this time, so that I can try not to suffer in the future, and even take a detour when I get stuck."
"You..." Feng Ruyu was furious for a moment and looked at him speechless for a long time.
"That's the word you promised me. The auction will be held in two days. I have to surprise all the buyers in Tianxiang City here, so hurry up and do it."
After Feng Ruyu said this, he took down the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the bookshelf behind him, poured some tea into the inkstone from the kettle on the table, held a tube of pine ink and gently started grinding the inkstone.
Li Xiuyuan was stunned and couldn't help but whisper softly: "Are you trying to catch a duck?"
Feng Ruyu looked at him and smiled: "Then will you write it or not?"
Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said seriously: "This is the last time. It won't happen again."
Feng Ruyu chuckled, pointed to the silk on the table and said, "I spent a lot of money on your pen and ink. This silk alone cost several hundred spiritual stones."
Li Xiuyuan sighed, walked to the desk, looked at the huge snow-white silk quietly, stretched out his hand to hold the wolf hair on the table, and frowned tightly.
He remembered what Nangong Ruyu said to him. If he really came from the Five Realms Dynasty, if he really had a mother and sister, where were they at this time, and how old would his sister be?
Did he really lose ten years of memory? Or longer?
Different fragments flashed through his mind one after another, and the wolf hair in his hand was trembling slightly. Feng Ruyu, who was standing aside, had long been accustomed to it, and sat back on his chair, waiting for Li Xiuyuan to write.
She wanted to know what kind of earth-shattering sentences Li Xiuyuan would write at this moment.
However, she did not wait for Li Xiuyuan's stunning strokes. Instead, she saw a drop of pearl-like tears dripping on the silk. When she tilted it slightly, it gradually spread around.
In front of his eyes, there seemed to be a gray-haired woman standing against the door, watching for the day when her son who had left home would return.
Behind the woman, there was a girl in a green dress. She took her mother's hand and asked, "Mom, when will my brother come back?"
The fragments in my mind were replaced again, and it turned into a girl in a white dress who transformed into a golden phoenix on the snow-capped mountains. She called out over and over again: "Brother, don't forget Mu Mu..."
"Mumu! Mumu!!"
"Poof!" With a sound, Li Xiuyuan sprayed a mouthful of blood on the edge of the silk on the table. At first glance, it looked like a red plum in the snow, or more like a cuckoo crying blood...
Before Feng Ruyu could react, the wolf hair in Li Xiuyuan's hand had already fallen.
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window.
They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.
...
After swinging the last sword, Li Xiuyuan silently took out his seal and printed it heavily on the blood stain on the silk.
I saw a red seal with gold appearing at the end of the poem, which read: People from Luoxia Mountain.
Putting away his seal and ignoring Feng Ruyu who was stunned and dazed by the side, Li Xiuyuan slumped down in the chair beside the table and murmured: "This is my last calligraphy. From now on, there will be no Luoxiashan people in Tianjie!"
Regardless of how stunned Feng Ruyu was, she turned around and stood by the window of the attic, looking at the pedestrians walking in the street, and murmured softly: "Mumu! Mumu!"
Feng Ruyu, who was extremely shocked, could only see the tear stains, blood stains, blood-stained seals on the silk, and the heart-breaking quatrains. Li Xiuyuan was in tears at this moment.
However, even Li Xiuyuan didn't know whether his tears were for his mother, his sister, or the girl who transformed into a golden phoenix and flew into the sky to call Mu Mu.
"Ten years of life and death are blurred. Without thinking, you will never forget it..."
Li Xiuyuan whispered, the memory fragments of that scene in his mind had long since disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.
"Ten years of life and death are blurred. Without thinking, you will never forget it..."
Feng Ruyu only felt a pain in her chest, like being pricked by a needle!
She didn't know how much suffering the young man in front of her had gone through before he could write this tear-jerking, heart-breaking quatrain.
But there was one thing she was sure of. As long as this painting stained with Li Xiuyuan's golden blood was hung in the hall of Yuqiong Pavilion tomorrow, it would surely amaze guests from all over the place.
As Li Xiuyuan said, he would never write such a painstaking work again.
In Yuqiong Pavilion, there is an astonishing and beautiful quatrain passed down from ancient times, and Tianjie has lost a Luoxia Mountain native who wrote poems.
At this time, Feng Ruyu suddenly remembered the ending of the story told by the storyteller in the teahouse:
After drinking the last bottle of wine, Feng Yun waved his hand and threw the sword that had been with him for decades into the abyss under the snow-capped mountains. He shouted in pain: "My old friend has gone with the wind, and there is no white-headed man left here!"
This night, the world-famous swordsman Feng Yun turned old overnight. There was one less peerless swordsman Feng Yun in the world, and there was one more monk Ming Hui on the snow mountain.
"Why bother? Why?!"
Feng Ruyu looked at Li Xiuyuan's back with unspeakable pain.
"When the sun shines on our heads, even stories will become reality. Of the many stories in the world, which one does not evolve from facts?"
"I'm trying to endure hardship this time, so that I can try not to be miserable in the days to come, and even try to take a detour when I get stuck."
What the two said half an hour ago echoed in her ears, and she gradually understood what Li Xiuyuan said before.
Again, Feng Ruyu looked at Li Xiuyuan's back and said blankly: "It's all other people's suffering, why do you have to suffer again?"
Li Xiuyuan, who had had the tears on his face dried by the wind, took out a snow-white handkerchief and gently wiped the tears on his face. He turned to look at her and said, "I want to have a good sleep. Don't scream until the auction starts." Wake me up."
Feng Ruyu looked at him and said distressedly: "Don't worry, I won't disturb you."
...
Tianxiang Academy, Yingbin Building.
The people who had been noisy all day have fallen asleep, and even Shangguan Qiuming followed Li Xiaoxue and took a rest obediently.
Only Li Hongxiu's room had the light on because Ye Zhiqiu wasn't asleep yet.
Looking at the sleepless Ye Zhiqiu, Li Hongxiu sighed and said, "Didn't we agree? I will accompany you and Xiaoxue to Tianyu City in a few days to meet the legendary Li Xiuyuan."
Ye Zhiqiu looked at her and said softly: "I'm afraid that the child is not my Ye'er. Are you happy with this wasted joy?"
Li Hongxiu looked into her eyes and was silent for a long time. After a long time, she said: "We have been in Shenzhou for so long. You have been to other places. I think you have figured out some things."
"So what?" Ye Zhiqiu smiled helplessly: "As long as I don't see Ye'er for a day, I won't give up."
Li Hongxiu nodded and said in a deep voice: "This matter is very complicated, and I have asked your husband many times. Even he can't go to the Shura Heaven."
Ye Zhiqiu frowned, thinking that it was not like he had never asked his husband about this.
Seeing Li Hongxiu's carefree look, Ye Zhiqiu asked softly: "From what You Ruo said, except for the age difference, everything else is about the same?"
Li Hongxiu looked at her without a trace of doubt and said, "Don't you know what's going on when we get to Tianyu City? Youruo said it's only five days away."
Ye Zhiqiu smiled sheepishly: "I'm so sorry that I asked you to follow me around again."
Li Hongxiu sighed: "If it's not the case this time, after I go back, I have to go see that little guy Mu Mu. How come she still looks the same after all these years?"
Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but shook his head again, looked at her and said, "Didn't Xiaoqing say it? That little girl and Ye'er are one and the same. As long as Mumu is fine, Ye'er will be fine. If you tell anyone about this, Do you believe it?"
Li Hongxiu shrugged, thinking that he didn't know the secret, and only Mu Mu's mother knew it.
"Well...that guy Xiaobai hasn't been here for a long time." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head helplessly: "I don't know if he has found the old ape and the old wolf."
Li Hongxiu seemed to have thought of something, a strange expression appeared on his face, and he smiled and said: "Those two old men may look like young men after they ascend. Xiaobai is very big-headed."
...
Early on the second day, birds were chirping non-stop outside the window, which was so noisy that a group of men and women in the reception hotel had trouble sleeping. As soon as they entered, they all got up early and walked into the tea room one by one to wait for breakfast.
With a creak, Shangguan Wushuang pushed the door open, stretched out, his eyes were extremely clear.
He yawned, smiled and said, "Husband, come out quickly. Even though we are married, we can't stay in bed and distract others from practicing."
Wen Jianyi's lazily reply came from the room: "This is only once in my life, please let me be lazy for a few days."
Shangguan Wushuang smiled and said: "It's so early in the morning, if my mother, brother and sister are all up, wouldn't they be waiting to see your joke?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a group of men and women appear from nowhere in the courtyard, smiling at Wen Jianyi and saying: "Good morning, Miss, bring me the red envelope."
Shangguan Wushuang had no choice but to take out a small bag of spiritual stones and distribute them per head.
Suddenly there was laughter and laughter outside the yard, which diluted the summer heat.
After a while, a servant came over to look at Shangguan Wushuang and said with a smile: "Madam and ladies have all gotten up early and are waiting for the young master and madam in the flower hall. The old lady invites you two to come over for breakfast."
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Wushuang couldn't help but raise his voice and said, "Get up quickly, don't let the guests wait in a hurry."
Wen Jianyi smiled in the room and said, "Since today, have we started to live a normal life?"
"You're here again, what day is not going by?" Shangguan Wushuang had a hint of tenderness and a hint of shame on his face at the beginning of his wedding.
"From today on, you will call me husband." Wen Jian smiled in the room.
"Yes, husband! Hurry up." Shangguan Wushuang replied shyly.
Shangguan Wushuang looked at the rising morning light outside the house, thinking that after so many years, he finally married another woman. He didn't know where the young man from Tianshan Mountain was now, or whether he had found someone like him. Newcomer?
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh slightly and said, "I do seem to be a little luckier than others."
After ascending to this point, she finally found the feeling of happiness, and couldn't help but murmur: "Whoever abandons me, yesterday..."
Wen Jianyi, who had just walked out of the room, opened his innocent eyes and didn't understand a single word.
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