Ying'er exclaimed and opened her eyes, the bright white moonlight shining on her skin was like sliding through cool water.

She wiped the fine sweat on her forehead caused by fright, and looked sideways out of the window. The scenery under the moon was endless, like a divine realm under a fairyland. It was beautiful, but it was also so beautiful that it was unreal, so beautiful that it was false, so beautiful that people couldn't help but

Doubt arose, is this world real? Or maybe the dream just now was not false? With such doubt, Ying'er turned over and fell asleep again...

This time, Ying'er slept soundly and even had a sweet dream. In the dream, she returned to the dilapidated temple and saw her grandfather and Brother Menglong again. They seemed to have been there all along, as if everything had never happened before.

After a change, they were drinking hot noodle soup. Brother Menglong listened intently to Ying'er telling him interesting things about the market, while grandpa sat aside and smiled "haha" kindly. Sometimes he got interested.

He would also join in their discussion, or he would just take out a pipe, sit on the threshold and smoke out a pack of cigarettes, and then lay out the hay for Ying Er and Li Menglong with satisfaction, urging them gently.

They go to bed quickly...

All of this was too beautiful and too real, so when she woke up from the dream, when everything turned into a dream, Ying'er couldn't help but feel sad, shed tears of sadness, and let the pillow that had been dried by her own body temperature soak again.

Wet and warm tears.

The sky was bright outside the window, and there was the sound of people walking outside the house. Ying'er knew that it was time to get up.

When Ying'er came to the front hall, she realized that everyone had been waiting for a long time. Ying'er simply said hello to everyone, then chose a chair away from everyone and sat down. Maybe it was affected by the dream last night, so today she

He is not very interested and does not want to talk to others.

In the seat, Ying'er couldn't help but look at the two people sitting in the main seat. Hua Ying was having a cordial conversation with Gu Nuying, and the blind man was holding a cup of fragrant tea with a gentle and warm smile, and he listened from time to time.

Two sentences to echo.

Ying'er looked at the blind man and couldn't help but recall the scene from last night's dream. "Will the man in front of me be the most real him? Or is it just a disguise hidden in his dark and corrupt heart?"

While Ying'er was thinking wildly, the blind man turned his head to Ying'er and smiled at her. Ying'er was startled. Although the blind man closed his eyes tightly, his eyes were still...

It was so penetrating that it was even scarier than staring directly at Ying'er. Ying'er quickly looked away and looked elsewhere.

During the conversation, Gu Nvying once again mentioned the idea of ​​going to the Qin Palace to see Miao Qing as soon as possible, but Huaying still tried her best to persuade her to stay, and her words were sincere, making it difficult for Gu Nvying to refuse for a while.

Finally, after some polite words and pleasantries, Gu Nuying agreed to stay here for three days. After three days, she had to set off anyway.

This time, Huaying did not refuse.

The following days seemed to be the rare quiet and leisure time for Gu Nuying and her group since they set foot on the Qinwang Mountains. Accompanied by the maid from Kao Pavilion, they could go wherever they wanted to go. Huaying provided them with meticulous care.

Three days pass by in a blink of an eye. As the saying goes, "There is no feast that lasts forever", but when parting really comes, people are still unable to resist the sadness it brings. From ancient times to the present, countless literati and poets have used their hands to express their feelings.

The pen has written all the sadness of separation.

"After reading all the pain of parting at the end of the world, I will return like a scattered flower."

"The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water."

"Hate for you is not like Jiang Louyue, north and south, east and west, north and south, east and west, we can only stay together without separation."

However, in the end, it was no match for the words of Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty: "It is the sorrow of separation that keeps cutting and making things chaotic. Don't leave a feeling in your heart." Li sorrow is an intangible thing. If you insist on making some metaphors about it, it will make it seem like a metaphor.

Some of them are superfluous and difficult to understand.

Although three days is short, communication between people never cares about time and space, because the emotions between people can travel through time and space, travel through everything in the world, and reach the person they are thinking of accurately.

“There are close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors across the world.”

"Entering my lovesickness gate, you will know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, but short lovesickness brings endless longing."

"As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it."

"In life, we should come back again; in death, we should miss each other."

When Gu Nuying and her group stood at a fork in the road, the setting sun was shining brightly on the horizon, and the red light covered the earth, and the mountain peaks and ancient trees were coated with a layer of blood.

Hua Ying supported the blind man, her eyes full of reluctance, and said some sentimental words of farewell to Gu Nvying. Deep in love, she actually held Gu Nvying's hands, pursed her lips slightly, and tears fell silently.

After saying a thousand words, I held my hands and looked into my teary eyes, but I was speechless and choked.

Everyone present was moved, and everyone expressed their sincere feelings to each other, whether they were crying, laughing, quiet, or making noise. If we meet again someday, we must exchange cups and cups to renew our friendship...

Du Baisu picked up the wine flask, looked up at the red clouds in the sky, and sang loudly: "Withered vines and old trees, crows dim, small bridges and flowing water, people's houses, the west wind and thin horses on the ancient roads. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world..." The song is sad and beautiful.

, rich and deep with a trace of sadness.

Everyone sang as they walked, passing one pavilion after another ten miles long, reluctant to leave, unable to bear to say goodbye...

Unknowingly, night falls, after climbing over several mountains and crossing several streams, a large lake stretches across the mountains, with charming waves shining under the moon.

Everyone walked to the lake, and the fish swimming in the lake disappeared away. Occasionally they jumped out of the water, seeming to enjoy themselves with the tourists.

"Sent you a thousand miles away, we must say goodbye in the end..." Hua Ying said this sentimentally, and finally stopped.

"Thousands of emotions, I already know them all in my heart..." Gu Nuying held Hua Ying's hands tightly and said excitedly.

"This is a farewell, and I don't know when we will meet again..." Hua Ying raised her beautiful eyes and was about to cry.

"The love is there, so why worry about the distance of time? I only put you in my heart, and you also put me in your heart. In this way, we will meet again in each other's hearts forever..." Gu Nuying looked at Hua Ying and said with a smile.

.

"Yes!" Hua Ying nodded heavily, smiling with happiness and hope on his face.

"The hypocritical farewell, I don't know if it really moved me or others..." Suddenly, a very discordant voice suddenly appeared.

Hua Ying's face turned cold immediately. Everyone followed the sound and saw an old man sitting on the edge of Jinghu Lake, holding a fishing pole.

The old man slowly took off his bamboo hat, and his silver hair fell down to his waist.

Facing the unfriendly eyes of everyone, the old man did not look back at them and continued fishing silently, as if the words he just said were not his.

Hua Ying glanced at the old man and was stunned for a second. A flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and then he only squeezed out three words between his teeth.

"you again……"

The moment Gu Nuying saw the old man, a flash of surprise flashed in her heart. This old man was the same old man who sat by the lake fishing that night and left her a note of directions. She originally wanted to go to the old man immediately.

Greetings, but after hearing Huaying's words, she stopped dead in her tracks.

The old man slowly turned his head and looked at Gu Nuying, only staying there for a brief second.

But it was just this short second that made Gu Nuying completely convinced that this old man was definitely the old man that day.

However, Huaying's attitude towards the old man could not help but make her a little confused. She turned back to look at Huaying, and saw that although Huaying was trying her best to hide it, her eyes and subtle expressions also showed that she was trying her best to contain her anger.

Gu Nuying turned her eyes to the old man again. She wanted to see through this old man. Why did he help her that day? Was he helping her in good faith or for other purposes?

Gu Nuying knew that the most important thing now was to figure out the relationship between the old man and Hua Ying. After all, there can only be one good or bad. As long as one is proven, there will only be the other.

So, she put herself out of the matter, just like a bystander, hanging high, ignoring her own existence, and quietly watching the development of the situation.

But reality often doesn't go as expected. The more Gu Nvying tries to sit back and watch, the more things catch up with her like maggots on her tarsus.

First, Huaying whispered to Gu Nuying: "This old immortal calls himself Old Man of Jinghu Lake. I don't know where he came from. I only know that he has been wandering around my Kao Pavilion for many years, killing people and looting. He does all kinds of evil, and he always ruins my good deeds."

, Madam, you must be on strict guard against this person and never believe every word he says..."

Hearing this, Gu Nuying lowered her eyebrows and nodded without saying a word, but looked at the old man in Jinghu Lake.

The old man in Jinghu smiled at Gu Nuying, nodded gently, and then asked in a kind tone: "Have you seen through it?"

Gu Nuying was a little confused for a moment and didn't understand what the old man in Jinghu meant by what he said.

Hua Ying heard this, but as if she was extremely afraid of something, she hurriedly stood in front of Gu Nuying and yelled: "Stop talking nonsense! Don't use sweet words to deceive others!"

Gu Nuying looked at Hua Ying, feeling even more confused. She became more and more interested in the identity of the old man in Jinghu Lake. What secret did he hold? How could Hua Ying be so scared?

The old man in Jinghu Lake did not respond to Hua Ying, but continued to look at Gu Nuying and asked: "Have you seen through it?"

Gu Nuying's pupils trembled. For some reason, Old Jinghu's question seemed to have some kind of magical power. It was like hitting the barrier of her soul with a hammer, causing a similar feeling in her heart.

The feeling of enlightenment, with every question asked by the old man Jinghu, the barrier in Gu Nuying's heart became more and more fragile, gradually cracked and crumbled, and the feeling of enlightenment grew more and more,

It was as if there was only a thin layer of window paper that was about to be pierced.

Hua Ying could no longer tolerate Old Jinghu asking any more questions. She didn't even have time to order her men to draw their swords, but she had already drawn her sword and rushed out, pointing the tip of her sword directly at Old Man Jinghu.

This sword was so fast that it was as powerful as thunder. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of the old man in Jinghu Lake.

The old man in Jinghu Lake was not surprised or panicked. He laughed instead, looked past the tip of the sword and the flower shadow holding the sword, looked at Gu Nuying, and asked softly: "Have you seen through it?"

Gu Nuying couldn't help but cover her mouth. Of course, it wasn't that she had "seen through" it, but that she clearly saw Huaying's long sword piercing through the chest of the old man Jinghu. The old man Jinghu still smiled and looked at Gu.

Nv Ying's lips moved slightly, but she still said the same words: "Have you seen through it?"

The blood slowly flowed down the sword, dripped into the soil, and flowed into the Mirror Lake.

Huaying's expression was also very surprised. She didn't seem to expect that the old man of Jinghu could be killed by her so easily, but the flash of doubt in her eyes clearly said that she didn't believe it at all.

Huaying suddenly drew out her long sword, and a stream of blood shot out. The old man in Jinghu slowly fell to the ground.

At that moment, Gu Nuying suddenly had the urge to rush out, but reason restrained her steps. She watched the old man from Jinghu fall in front of her, and an unspeakable sadness suddenly surged into her.

In her heart, she just wanted to cry.

She walked slowly to Hua Ying's side and asked in a tone of sadness or anger that she couldn't tell: "Why did you want to kill him?" But as soon as she said this sentence, she regretted it, because she knew it.

The words had taken on a questioning tone.

Hua Ying stared blankly at Gu Nvying. She seemed to have not come out of the disbelief of killing the old man in Jinghu Lake. She also seemed not to have heard Gu Nvying's questions at all, and only heard her murmuring.

: "It's not that simple..."
To be continued...