Can Drink A Cup of Nothing

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If Zong Luo died in battle and never reappeared, I am afraid there will be no further follow up on this matter.

But he happened to appear, not only appeared, but the situation of seizing the reserve became more and more intense. When the people's reverence for the third prince was completely fermented, he wore Qixing Longyuan and appeared at the gate of the city.

There are so many coincidences in this that it is not enough to explain it in one sentence.

Although Zongluo is incompatible with Yubeizhou, he is also well aware of his character. If the same thing happened to Yu Beizhou, Zong Luo would also be the first to not believe it.

The most important thing is that when Yu Beizhou made his move, he was full of killing intent. If you don't want to be killed on the spot, Zongluo can't not pick it up. However, if he took it, he wouldn't be able to hide the fact that he didn't have amnesia. Even logically, in front of Yu Beizhou, the excuse of being blind also became in jeopardy.

The last time I was at the gate of the city was fine, but now I see Yu Beizhou uninvited in the side hall. Rao is Zongluo who has always been very good-tempered, and he can't help but feel a little more sullen.

It is said that the enemy is very jealous when they meet, and it is really difficult to end without a fight.

As for the camouflage on the eyes, since they have all been seen through, what is the need for camouflage, and covering it is even more of a hindrance.

Like a tacit understanding, they shot at the same time again.

In all fairness, both of them are the proud disciples of Guigu. Even if one uses a sword and the other uses an epee, the previous basic skills are still learned together. When you don't use a sword, it is a matter of seeing and tearing down. The difference is not big.

When they got close, Zong Luo pinpointed the time, and waved the whip in his hand towards Yu Beizhou.

Seeing this, Yu Beizhou actually bullied himself up, abandoning defense as an attack, and being whipped all his life, in exchange for holding the white-robed prince's wrist with his backhand.

"Thorn-"

The whiptail barb hung a tear-like scratch on the dark red placket that was rusted with gold thread.

Yu Beizhou's long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and his brows did not wrinkle at the swipe that took almost 70% of his strength. The end of his eyes was as red as Zongluo put his sword against his heart and killed him last time, and his pupils floated. In the bottomless blackness, it became more and more pleasant.

"Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a year, just reminiscing about the old days. It's not appropriate to be so cruel, right?"

Zongluo asked indifferently: "Then the first two days at the gate of the city was a killer move. What Master taught, you used to mutilate your fellow sect?"

"Senior brother, this is my fault."

Yu Beizhou lowered his eyebrows half-truthfully, and the crow's eyelashes swept a dark shadow: "The life and death of the third prince of the Great Yuan is unknown, and he has not heard from him for a year. Suddenly appearing, as a junior and senior fellow of the same sect, naturally he must be punished properly, why? Can you allow others to pretend to be?"

This is not the first time he has heard Yu Beizhou refer to a deer as a horse, confounding black and white, and it will not be the last time.

Zong Luo sneered: "You at least pretended to act when you were young, but now you don't pretend anymore. Why, release your nature?"

Seeing Zongluo's straightforward recognition, Yu Beizhou's smile grew stronger: "Where, doesn't Senior Brother know my nature best?"

Indeed, if he hadn't been clear about his nature, how could Zongluo go into the Ghost Valley and leave without saying goodbye.

This is also the point that has troubled Yu Beizhou the most over the years. The most important thing is that Yu Beizhou still can't figure out where he showed his flaws.

He mentioned the old past, but the finger pulp of the other hand carefully rubbed the slender wrist at the bottom of his hand, following the lines of the palm all the way down, dodging away in time before Zongluo drew the next whip.

However, even just a short moment is enough to find clues.

"Senior brother, you are injured."

The red general's slender fingertips were stained with a little scarlet, and the sticky color was especially shocking on the pale knuckles.

He raised his hand condescendingly, put his fingers gently on his lips, and twirled the tip of his tongue ambiguous on it, and rolled the blood into his mouth, just like a ghost recorded in the book that feeds on fresh human blood, and like a She tried her best to endure something, and her eyes filled with a magnificent red glow.

This action gave Zong Luo an inexplicable illusion. It was obviously extremely cruel, but it made people blush for no reason.

Zong Luo asked firmly, "What's your business?"

The white-clothed prince has a high beam of black hair, his face is like a crown of jade, and his eyes are condensed.

In order to stop the attack, he grabbed the barb of Zong Hongjiu's whip with his bare hands, which seemed to be an understatement, but in fact, he was accidentally stabbed by the barb of the whip into his hand, and he hadn't had time to deal with it.

Along the way, he covered up very well, but he didn't expect to be seen through by Yu Beizhou.

Although they seem to be standing casually now, in fact, both sides are in a very delicate state. As long as the other party has a little trouble, showing even a trace of murderous intent, they can defend with the best posture.

In the end, it was Yu Beizhou who broke the silence first: "Alas, he clearly cares about senior brother, but senior brother is so indifferent, it really makes junior brother feel chills."

"But since the senior brother is injured, let's just leave it for today. In the end, it will be longer in Japan."

The general in red turned over to the windowsill, his expression sullen again, like a child who couldn't get candy.

"When I heard the news of Hangu Pass, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep every night. I am very sorry."

Yu Beizhou's voice was close to a sigh, and he felt a little regret: "Fortunately, my brother is not dead, otherwise, I should hate it again."

He stared at this thoughtful face, thinking to himself, this is really the biggest surprise.

Zong Luo looked at him calmly, and retorted: "Where is the junior brother, it just happens to be longer than you."

Hearing this, Yu Beizhou sneered in his throat, his dark jade-like eyes looked at him condescendingly, and suddenly fell back, a clean and sharp backflip fell outside the hall, and the figure disappeared.

Zong Luo frowned slightly in confusion, and after confirming that Yu Beizhou had left, he picked up the white silk on the ground again, lowered his eyes and pondered.

In the beginning, the misunderstanding between them came from Zongluo's unannounced farewell when he was seven years old.

It's just that Yu Beizhou, although he took it step by step, was smooth sailing in the end. As written in "Able to Drink a Cup of Nothing", the darling of the sky is on the rise. No matter what he wants to do, he seems to be helped by the gods.

This made Zong Luo, who had been fighting against him from the very beginning, an eyesore.

It is true that he is ruthless and arrogant.

Even their master Guiguzi did not know Yu Beizhou as well as Zongluo. This alone is enough to kill Yu Beizhou. Perhaps coupled with the accumulation of old grudges, secretly competing with each other, there are many stumbling blocks, which is mixed with some unclear hatred.

However, the glance that Yu Beizhou saw just now was not without these things, but rather obscure and complicated. From floating on the surface to sinking to the bottom of the deep pool, even the killing intent has changed from cold to unpredictable.

Zongluo felt like he was missing something.

He had been guarding the border for two years, and died for a year after being reborn. Perhaps because of the time, he didn't remember much about the look Yu Beizhou looked at him in his previous life, and he could only be sure that it was not as weird as it is now.

"Could it be that Nine Stars Lianzhu's dream...?"

As he guessed, he sank his hand into the pan, and let the cold water dipped in the wound. He hastily wrapped the broken white silk again, and took a spare piece and wrapped it around his face.

The day of Zong Luo's rebirth happened to be the night Tai Wu calculated the Nine Stars Lianzhu.

It was night, but the sky was as bright as day.

The sun, moon, and stars all exist in the sky at the same time. Everyone felt inexplicably sleepy.

This day also existed before his rebirth, but it was not like this life, the world was a big dream. At the same time as the big dream, Zongluo also ushered in his own restart.

Everyone thought that the dream was that the third prince led troops to support Hangu Pass, and committed suicide when he was besieged on all sides. In fact, only Zongluo himself knew that what they dreamed was actually the scene of Zhanlu killing himself in desperation when he received the imperial edict of Emperor Yuan ordering him to commit suicide when he returned to the dynasty alone and helpless.

Perhaps it was this dream that Yu Beizhou saw something. After all, Qixing Longyuan and Zhanlu have very different appearances. Anyone who has seen these two swords with their own eyes will never admit their mistakes.

Zongluo looked at the calm water and felt that the storm was coming.

......

When Zong Luo returned to the Baijia Banquet again, he found that there were three or four floors around Gu Ziyuan. He looked from a distance and seemed to be arguing with another student.

It is no wonder that Zongluo has been gone for so long. It turned out to be an accident.

The literati fighting is the most elegant, even if the quarrel is red and the ears are red, the posture of kneeling and sitting in front of them is not necessarily crooked at all. It is rare to stand up and argue directly.

Zong Luo saw several princes standing over there, and immediately stopped his thoughts of watching the fun. Immediately, he lifted his hem, sat quietly on the futon, grabbed a tea ball made of tea buds, put in the oranges, green onions and ginger, and slowly smashed them with a stone scoop. The book boy drew water from the curved water in the water pavilion, knelt down in front of the charcoal stove in the fire pond with a fan, and when the water boiled, he immediately brought it over and poured the boiling water into it.

The popular tea drinking procedure in Dayuan is to take a bamboo tube or a roasting pot, put the tea leaves in it, and put it on the fire to stir fry continuously. After frying until the edges of the tea leaves are slightly yellow and emit a burnt aroma, add boiling water for reference. This has already been calculated, and other countries have popularized the method of making porridge with tea.

Zong Luo thought that the taste of the tea leaves after roasting was too heavy, so he always omitted the roasting step, put some fruit to enhance the taste, and brewed it directly, which is modern fruit tea. Occasionally add goat milk. Although goat milk has a fishy smell, it is barely considered milk tea, but it is not very delicious to drink.

Wait until the tea leaves are spun in the clay pot, and then open the lid after half a column of incense, and a light sweet and greasy smell comes out from it. Zong Luo unhurriedly poured himself a cup, holding a tea bowl, and slowly watched the hundreds of schools of thought in the Lanting Water Pavilion.

It has to be said that a young man with eyes bound with a white scorpion and a temperamental temperament is sitting here, which is quite eye-catching. Many disciples from hundreds of schools who came to Confucianism to discuss Tao have noticed this scene and secretly inquired about who this was. Who.

With such a temperament, it is absolutely impossible to be a silent and nameless person.

However, the Confucian disciples only said: "Young Master Gu Luo is a distinguished guest of our Confucianism, and should only be regarded as a follower, not a formal Confucian disciple."