Young white horse drunk in spring breeze

Chapter 14
The snow is falling and the peach blossoms are in full bloom.

Two kinds of magnificent sceneries that cannot coexist are full of youth in this same courtyard.

There is only one courtyard in the world that is so magical.

But no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it’s nothing more than that. The 12-year-old boy lay on the peach blossom tree, shook his hand slightly, and a wine glass made of white jade fell from his hand. He tilted his head slightly, as if drunk up.

The wine glass fell from the tree, and was swung by the long sleeves of the old man in white with a long beard under the tree, and it scattered into a peach blossom.

"Mr. Gu is the most powerful illusionist in the world." An exclamation sounded, and two people in black cloaks landed in the courtyard.

The teacher who was called Mr. Gu didn't even raise his head, he just stretched out his hand to caress the Guqin on the stone table in front of him, and sighed: "I was injured by you, my little apprentice?"

"We just want to invite him to a certain place. Your apprentice is born with no blood. He doesn't practice martial arts, but makes wine. It's a pity." The voice of the black-clothed visitor was a little hoarse.

"Teacher, do you think it's a pity?" Mr. Gu asked with a smile.

The boy didn't reply, he just hiccupped heavily, stretched his waist, and startled a tree of peach blossoms.

"It doesn't seem to be such a pity." Mr. Gu plucked the strings and made a crisp sound, "Your suzerain and I are old friends, let's go, I won't kill you."

"Mr. Gu speaks loudly, you are the most powerful illusionist in the world, but you can't pretend to be a murderer." The black-clothed guest slowly moved his hands to his waist, "I'm afraid we are better at it than you. "

"Meng Lang!" Mr. Gu raised his eyebrows, flicked the strings with his hand, and the sound of the piano suddenly sounded. The thin blade on the waist of the guest in black jumped out of the sheath by itself. The guest in black was startled and was about to reach out Holding the sword, he saw a hand holding the hilt first. He raised his head suddenly and saw that Mr. Gu was standing behind him.

"What is true and what is false? Illusion in the world, no matter how illusory, but what is there is always true." Mr. Gu pulled out the thin blade and put it on the neck of the visitor in black, "How? "

Suddenly a flute sounded.

Peach blossoms are falling one after another.

The courtyard door was knocked again.

Mr. Gu smiled slightly, retreated to the Guqin, folded the thin blade lightly, turned it into a peach blossom, and scattered it with the wind.

The black-clothed visitor was dripping with cold sweat, thinking that this is not an illusion, but a black art.

Mr. Gu looked at the boy on the tree: "Disciple, how is it? Master's martial arts under the illusion, is it okay? Are you willing not to learn?"

"Don't study, don't study." The boy just waved his hand gently without opening his eyes.

"Mr. Gu, there is a guest, would you like to welcome him?" A woman outside the door called softly, her voice was like a silver bell moving in the wind, very nice.

"Welcome." Mr. Gu waved his hand lightly, and the door suddenly opened.

An exquisite and luxurious carriage was parked outside the door, and a white horse slowly stepped in. The maid in Tsing Yi sitting in front of the carriage had a heroic appearance, with a somewhat proud posture, as if the grand scene in front of her was also ordinary As you can see, the melodious sound of the flute came from the sedan chair.

A trace of surprise flashed in Mr. Gu's eyes: "Oh? I thought it was a distinguished guest, but I didn't expect it to be such an expensive guest."

"Mister, you are being polite." The maid in Tsing Yi said, "The subordinates disobeyed discipline and acted without permission. They offended Mr. Haihan. Please spare their lives."

"I haven't killed people for a long time." Mr. Gu smiled and stroked the guqin. The sound of the piano is no longer as murderous as before, but melodious and melodious, which seems to correspond to the sound of the flute. , I really don’t want anyone to bother me.”

"Within five years, none of us will come to Dongcheng again." The woman in Tsing Yi said, "I don't know if you agree, sir?"

"Five years." Mr. Gu replied while playing the piano, "I don't know if I can survive these five years."

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped.

The two black-clothed visitors suddenly bowed their knees and kowtowed their heads to the ground. Their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were a little scared.

The curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted.

A woman in a white veil stepped down from above.

At that moment, the peach blossoms in the courtyard seemed to be a little dimmer, perhaps because he realized that no matter how blooming he was, he could not compare to the beauty of a woman.

However, the snow fell a little heavier, probably because he saw the creamy jade skin and thought it was a fairy from the same country as him.

A pair of beautiful eyes flowed like clear water, and with a slight glance, he glanced at the boy on the peach blossom tree.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes at some point, and he fell off the tree at that glance.

The boy no longer had the lazy appearance of a drunken fairy, his whole body shook, his eyes were clear, and he stared blankly at the woman in front of him: "You... who are you?"

The woman smiled: "Then young man, who are you?"

"You don't know me? My father's name is Baili Chengfeng, my mother's name is Wen Luoyu, and my grandfather is Lord Zhenxi. The whole city knows me." The young man was puzzled.

"So what? They're not you, what I'm asking is, who are you?" The woman smiled.

"My name is Baili Dongjun." The young man replied, the woman's smile made him a little crazy.

"Dongjun Kepei rings Shanshan, and Qing Yu goes to the Nine Passes for a long time. Fang Xinyu is thousands of miles away, and the spring breeze has not yet come to the world. What a good name. Have you heard this poem?" the woman asked.

"Dongjun Ke Pei rings Shanshan, Qingyu goes to the Nine Passes for a long time..." The young man repeated these words in a low voice, as if he was already infatuated.

"Hey hey hey, don't read it, stop it, it's so noisy this morning." A voice came from the air, and then the young man felt a push from behind, and the peach blossoms in Luoxue disappeared instantly, and he slammed When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was in a lonely temple, where there were peach blossoms, falling snow, and beauties.

There was only one slovenly wanderer, looking at him impatiently: "Did you dream of a beauty?"

Baili Dongjun has not recovered from the dream: "I will have this kind of dream? I just drink in the dream!"

Sikong Changfeng shook his head: "Wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth before we talk."

Baili Dongjun reached out his hand to touch it, and when he felt it was wet, he hurriedly wiped it vigorously with his sleeve.

"You're not very old, and your heart is moved quite a bit. I saw that Miss Yan yesterday was pretty good-looking too. Is there really no way to compare with your dream lover?" Sikong Changfeng asked.

Baili Dongjun gave him a cold look: "Do you have someone you like?"

Sikong Changfeng smiled: "I don't like women."

Baili Dongjun froze for a moment, then moved back an inch slightly.

Sikong Changfeng scolded with a smile: "I'm just saying, I don't like those hypocritical loves, I don't feel comfortable at all!"

(End of this chapter)