Shaojun riding the sea

"Say it quickly, don't lie to me! Do you really like Zhong Lisheng?"

"I, I don't know, I like him... I like him."

As soon as these words came out, Yue Wujiu's body visibly stiffened, even his breathing stopped for a moment.

But Shi Xuanling continued: "But, but it's not the kind of liking that I want to marry him, I just feel very happy staying with him. He is actually very pitiful, cute, and affectionate. Little Shark, now he hurt his eyes because of me, I must heal him... Otherwise, I will have a bad conscience for the rest of my life, and if something happens to him, I will do my best to save him..."

In the topsy-turvy description, Shi Xuanling became more and more confused, and even she couldn't tell the difference.

"Is this counted as liking? I, I don't know what to say, I really like the little shark..."

How did Shi Xuanling know that patriarch Qi Yuan put a sealing technique on her body, which not only sealed the power of King Huofengming in her body, but also faintly sealed a few strands of her love.

At this time, she has incomplete spiritual consciousness and is ignorant of love, so she has been "not enlightened", because she is lacking in the seven emotions and six desires.

Such a willful, natural, smart and flawless personality will naturally attract the admiring eyes of many men in the world, but this kind of youthfulness and ignorance will also hurt those who truly love her at the same time.

Sure enough, after hearing Shi Xuanling's answer, Yue Wujiu's eyes turned red, he gritted his teeth and said, "Shi Xuanling, do you really know what you're talking about?"

"What kind of liking do you have for Zhong Lisheng? You said it wasn't the kind of liking that you want to marry him, but you know exactly what it is... the kind of 'like' that you want to marry someone ?"

The young man's hoarse voice echoed in the room. He stared at the pair of light-colored eyes below him, and uttered every word so difficult and painful: "Shi Xuanling, have you really... liked me?"

Most of the men in the world are ruthless and affectionate, and let down the infatuated women, but when they come to them, their identities seem to be reversed. She is the heartless "thin love" person who has hurt him time and time again.

"I always want to find, I want to find some evidence that can confirm your intentions, even if it is a little bit of clues, I keep trying to prove and convince myself, but sometimes, I am sure of your affection for me one moment ago, but the next moment I began to worry about gains and losses, and always felt that something was wrong..."

"You keep saying that you like me and want to marry me, but do you really think so in your heart? Do you really know what the word 'husband and wife' means?"

"Sometimes I also wonder if everything is just a dream, an illusory dream, you accompany me all the way in exile, come to Yunzhou Island with me, live with me in the small courtyard of Lanxin, and build our little My home... Everything is just a dream I imagined, because I can't bear it alone, I can only imagine such a beautiful you, to give myself a little bit of light that can be followed, to give myself a little bit of light that can be followed, to give myself a little bit of bloody mouth. In the bitterness, add a little bit of sweetness that does not exist..."

Those firm beliefs were shaken unprecedentedly at this moment, the more blameless the throat rolled, the red eyes became more intense: "Shi Xuanling, do you... really have feelings for me? Just like I have for you?"

My wife, Xuanling, is like a jewel like a pearl. In this life, I will never lose each other.

He once wrote in that letter from home that he was single-minded and devoted to her, but she was really a heartless and bad girl. After he fell deeply and fell in love, she was so naive again Sitting cruelly on the shore and smiling at him, watching him ups and downs, worrying about gains and losses, unable to reach the shore, it was like a joke.

"A Yue..." Shi Xuanling felt the heavy pain of the young man, looked at his red eyes, and panicked, and she was eager to explain something: "I, I want to marry you , I really want to marry you, I have feelings for you..."

But before she finished speaking, Yue Wujiu grabbed her hand and slowly pressed it against his heaving chest.

"Xuan Ling, my heart is very precious, and it's hard to trust others. Since you got it, don't play with it lightly."

"You know, I hate cheating and betrayal the most in my life. If you change your mind, tell me as soon as possible, but don't... lie to me."

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In Qinglin Garden, sandalwood is lingering, white gauze is flying, and the room is quiet.

When Mrs. Wan came to see Zhonglisheng, he was still groggy and fast asleep.

That face that was usually baring teeth and claws, surly and arrogant, now quietly closed his eyes, lying on the bed, seemed so gentle and peaceful, like a well-behaved child.

Madam Wan sat down on the side of the bed without a sound, stretched out a long white hand, and gently touched the sleeping face on the bed, her cool fingertips wandered between his brows and eyes.

Zhong Lisheng's face really resembles his own mother's. Since childhood, she has been beautiful and moving, as smooth as autumn water and as clear as spring mountains, which is extremely amazing. There was also a period of indistinguishable age.

At that time, he slipped out of Yunzhou Island, went to the sea to hunt sharks, and met a group of unscrupulous pirates, who regarded him as a "little beauty" who was alone, and tried to tease him. Such a stupid act was suicide Lu, the result of those pirates is of course also conceivable——

Their hands and feet were all broken by Zhong Lisheng, their mouths were sewn up when they spoke badly, their bodies were covered with hidden weapons and long needles, and finally they were thrown into the sea with bloody flesh, becoming Zhong Lisheng's bait for hunting sharks.

Even at a young age, Zhong Lisheng's methods are already very straightforward and ruthless. Not only his appearance, but also his innate strong temper, he is very much like his mother.

But on his body, from head to toe, there is only one pair of eyes, which followed his father, Zhong Lixian.

Looking at the cold and clear, slightly raised, with a bit of hostility and ruthlessness, the smile is like a peach blossom, not entirely gentle, it is clearly a pair of watery and affectionate eyes.

Back then, it was because of such affectionate eyes that Wanwan in the Qingli Mountain fell completely, followed her all the way to life and death, and made a vow of never leaving.

It's a pity that the past and the past can't be undone. The lovers who ventured into the rivers and lakes back then have become a pair of resentful couples trapped on the island now. A piece of swaying autumn water shimmering.

"A Sheng, mother won't let you...be blind."

Mrs. Wan held her breath and focused, her cool fingertips wandering between Zhonglisheng's brows and eyes, while secretly raising her inner strength, and quietly started a set of secret techniques.

She declined Feng Shuxing's help, and didn't let him intervene in the treatment of Zhong Lisheng. After all, she didn't want to owe Fenglou, after she learned the truth about the incident hundreds of years ago.

Even though Feng Shaorong and her were old friends, and she knew his last words, she let go of some knots, but after all, Fenglou... was not her fellow traveler.

She still has a grudge in her heart and cannot accept the existence of Fenglou.

She came to save her child by herself, even if this secret technique of the family would consume her mental strength greatly, and even make her suffer from poisonous poisoning, she would not hesitate to die.

And during this period of time, Shi Xuanling also kept going back and forth to Yuncheng, coming to Qinglin Garden to treat Zhonglisheng with acupuncture.

With the two women's hard work and dedication to help each other, Zhong Lisheng's eyes finally improved a lot, and the gray mist should completely dissipate soon.

The white gauze was lightly raised, and Mrs. Wan's fingertips walked between the young man's eyebrows. With the continuous instillation of internal energy, the poison in her body also broke out, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she gritted her teeth tightly and held back the huge pain. In pain, he didn't utter a sound beside the bed, let alone stop the operation of the exercises.

Zhong Lisheng was in a daze, only feeling a warmth covering his eyes, which made him extremely comfortable and at ease, as if returning to his childhood and snuggling in his mother's arms again.

Surrounded by this warmth, he also gradually relaxed his body and had an endless dream.

In the dream, the drizzle was hazy, the sky and the earth were gentle, and he actually returned to that day, on that long street.

He was close to the girl in his arms in an intimate position that he had never seen before. He held her cheek in both hands, looked at each other and smiled, and searched all the way down.

"And this, this is your... mouth."

In the murmured words, there seems to be bewitchment.

This time, he didn't stop, but slowly moved closer to her lips while breathing hotly.

The sky and the earth were still, soaked in the drizzle, and everything in the world seemed to freeze at this moment. His heart was beating extremely fast in his chest, and the missing part was finally fulfilled.

"Xuanling, Xuanling..."

The sleepy young man on the bed murmured, dumbfounded and emotional, and a thin blush appeared on his handsome face.

Amidst the white gauze, Madam Wan's expression changed, but she finally used the kung fu to the last step, and then withdrew her internal strength, and exhaled slowly.

She quietly waited for the poison in her body to subside, while staring at the boy on the bed for a long time, listening to his random sleep talk.

It is obvious that a young man has never experienced world affairs, and his love is just beginning, and he can't extricate himself.

Just like she and Zhong Lixian back then.

It's no wonder that Ah Sheng risked his life for Xuan Ling's child and stepped into the Devil May Cry Forest regardless of his life... It turns out that there is a word "love" in everything.

In an instant, Madam Wan's heart was full of turbulent waves, and countless thoughts flashed by, but even so, her face was still calm and calm, she just stared at the boy who was deeply dreaming on the bed for a long time, her eyes were complicated and unspeakable.

Sandalwood was lingering in the room, and the boy's ups and downs of a dream finally came to an end. When the misty drizzle completely dissipated and he woke up with unfinished thoughts, he was only vaguely separated by a layer of white gauze. Joyo saw a familiar figure.

That cold and aloof temperament, the familiar atmosphere flowing in the room, made him almost blurt out:

"Mom, is that you, mother?"

Zhong Lisheng was surprised and delighted, and forced himself to sit up.

"Why did you come to see me? How long have I been asleep? Why didn't you wake me up? It's all because I slept too deeply, causing my mother to wait here in vain..."

"Did you just have a dream of nothingness?"

Madam Wan spoke coldly, interrupting all of Zhong Lisheng's questions. Zhong Lisheng was startled, recalling the scene in his dream, his face became hot, and he subconsciously said:

"I, what did I say in my sleep?"

Mrs. Wan did not answer, but said to Zhonglisheng quietly through a layer of white gauze:
"Everything in the dream is empty, so don't worry about it when you wake up. Remember, don't move your thoughts that shouldn't be moved, otherwise you will hurt others and yourself, and good results will be rare. Do you hear me?"

There is a saying in the Buddha's words, life is like being in the midst of thorns, if the heart does not move, the person will not move rashly, and if the heart does not move, it will not hurt; as painful.

The word love is like a chimpanzee addicted to alcohol, whipping blood to rest, and like poisonous wine, which is obviously extremely poisonous, but so many people are trying to try it like moths to the flame. The dead soul is destroyed, and there is no redemption.

Madam Wan's words echoed in the room for a long time, the white gauze raised slightly, but Zhong Lisheng on the bed lowered his head, clenched his hands, his throat was extremely difficult:

"My child can't understand... what mother is talking about."

"You understand, I know your heart is like a mirror, you don't need to cover it up, some things are not yours, so don't think about them extravagantly, let alone have thoughts that you shouldn't have, looking at flowers in the fog, fishing for the moon in the water, it's all the same in the end." The field is vain, and it only increases the pain for oneself."

After a pause, Mrs. Wan closed her eyes, and a vague sigh overflowed her lips and teeth, with a little love and admonishment.

"Asheng, you are still young, you have not experienced the world, you don't know everything in the world, you have your own fate, you can't force it, mother said it all here, you... just do it yourself."

This was the first time in many years that Mrs. Wan did not speak sarcastically, but calmly said something to Zhong Lisheng, but each word cut the young man's heart like a knife.

It was not until Mrs. Wan left for a long time that Zhong Lisheng lay back on the bed numbly.

His eyes were still blurred and he couldn't see clearly. It was just an illusion, but the delicate and moving figure of the girl emerged. He stretched out his hand to grab it, but suddenly he couldn't catch it.

After being dazed for quite a while, he groped for the pillow in a daze, and found his black iron folding fan.

This is a weapon specially given to him by his father who has been in seclusion for many years. He has carried it through life and death for many years, and has never left his body.

For a long time, this black iron folding fan is like his old friend, accompanying him to watch the clouds roll and clouds on the island, winter to spring, witnessing his joys and sorrows, listening to his lonely thoughts, and never leaving him.

Fortunately, fortunately, at this moment, he still has it to accompany him.

The young man slowly unfolded the folding fan, and stroked every bone on it. Finally, he turned his back up and covered his face with the black iron folding fan.

A cloud of dampness gradually permeated the air. Fortunately, this folding fan was made of black iron. From childhood to adulthood, no matter how many times he hid under the fan and cried, the surface of the fan was still intact, without any damage.

Fortunately, no matter when, he still has this old friend by his side.

Fortunately, between heaven and earth, only this old friend knows how sad he is.