[The Legend of the Condor Heroes Fanfiction] [Wang Chongyang/Huang Yaoshi] Leaning on a Staff, Listening to the River

Commenting on it many years later, I feel that my mood is different when I read it again. Every time I see parts of the article that are related to the original work, I feel lonely and sighing. For example, no one knows about the Nine Yin Manual in this article, but in the timeline of the original work, it will cause turmoil in the world, and both Wang Chongyang and Huang Yaoshi have experienced misfortune because of it; for example, the intersection between Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong at this moment reminds us that Huang Yaoshi imprisoned Zhou Botong on Peach Blossom Island in the original work, and the two people have no idea what they are talking about; for example, Chen Xuanfeng in In the original work, he had already escaped from Peach Blossom Island as soon as he appeared, and died at the hands of the young Guo Jing with the crooked Nine Yin Manual... It is because of the author's wonderful writing that depicts the time when Wu Jue was young and frivolous walking around the world. Therefore, when thinking of the five Jue that have already experienced vicissitudes of life, have been famous for a long time, and have returned to their own side, I feel even more sad and emotional.

I'm late... The Haowen Buhuo series, the author's writing is really good, it's really good, it feels like I'm reading the Jianghu series of novels~

I read it late at night and was greatly shocked. Risbye!

As the words entered his ears, he suddenly felt a slight dampness on his collar, which spread warmly on his skin. Wang Chongyang could no longer calm down and raised his arms to hug him. His palms slid through the cold hair and tightened on his shoulders. Wang Chongyang was distracted by worldly affairs and was approaching the age of forty. Comrades in the Jianghu respected him for his chivalry and tolerance, and his comrades in the army said that he was tolerant and refined. Little did they know that he left home when he was a teenager and could not bear to look back for more than 20 years. Deep down in his heart was how strong and determined he was. How can he be easily persuaded by others when he has made up his mind? But Huang Yaoshi's relationship with him was different. Wang Chongyang respected him for his amazing martial arts skills and envied his noble demeanor as a hermit in the world. He also knew that he was sincere in his treatment of him. What kind of virtue and ability does Wang Chongyang have in this life, allowing such a wanderer from the world to run around in the world for him and spend all his energy? As summer passes and autumn comes, and the mountains are covered with snow in winter, how much beautiful scenery has he failed to live up to on Peach Blossom Island? But he poured all his efforts into himself. It was so dark in the secret passage that he couldn't see anything, but the soft plea in his ears could be clearly heard in his heart. Wang Chongyang felt that his heart of stone, which had been honed for many years on the battlefield, had been softened by these few drops of tears. "Okay." There were no torches on the way back, so Wang Chongyang used only some memories to navigate the forks in the road. Huang Yaoshi let him lead him and just followed behind, refusing to say a word. After climbing out of the sarcophagus, leaving the tomb, returning to the bamboo house, and having dinner, Wang Chongyang sighed, thinking to himself, didn't he intend to never look at himself again in this life? "I have never heard my dear brother play this harp. Can you play "Little Heavy Mountain" for me again today?" Huang Yaoshi finally raised his eyes. After he felt a little calmer, he began to regret his impulse. If Wang Chongyang hadn't let go of his hand all the way, he would have run down Zhongnan Mountain. At this time, I heard that his tone of voice was the same as usual, and his expression seemed to be nothing strange, which made him feel slightly relieved. Sitting cross-legged behind the desk, he started playing the tune of Yue Wumu's "Little Heavy Mountain". The music played on the harp this time was very different from the one played on the flute in the military tent. There is a lot less anger, but more of a feeling of depression and helplessness, and the sound is like a sigh. Wang Chongyang gradually became fascinated by what he heard. He forgot that he was just looking for a reason to distract him before. He couldn't help but sigh: "The white head is for fame. As expected, the white head is for fame..." Huang Yaoshi played it several times, and suddenly the tone changed and became more open and eloquent. Although it is still a thought in a quiet night, the bright moon is in the sky, the river and the sea are like mirrors, and it is so calm and open that it makes people feel intoxicated. In the Southern Dynasties, almost everyone, whether they were literati or not, could sing this song. It is the "Linjiang Immortal" written by Dasu scholars: "Drinking at Dongpo at night makes me drunk, and returning is like the third watch. The children's breaths are already thundering, and they don't answer the door, relying on listening to the sound of the river. I always regret that this body is not mine, when will I forget the camp. The wind is calm at night, the grain is flat, the boat will pass away from now on, and the river and sea will spend the rest of my life." Huang Yaoshi has lived on the island for a long time and is accustomed to seeing the magnificent scenery of the sea and sky. When playing the last sentence of this song, it really seems that the sky is high and the sky is high and the sky is far away, and it is indescribably spacious and majestic. Wang Chongyang was also attracted to be fascinated, and the previous dullness was all gone, and he smiled and said: "Thank you for your good words, I hope that one day in this life I will be like "the river and the sea will send me the rest of my life". As soon as the words came out, the sound of the piano stopped. Huang Yaoshi pushed the piano suddenly and turned his head with an angry look on his face. Wang Chongyang was puzzled at first, but he suddenly understood that Huang Yaoshi played this song not to comfort him casually, but to sincerely persuade him. However, I was so focused on this great cause of fighting against gold that I never thought of quitting. It was precisely because he didn't take it seriously that he smiled and sighed like this, which made Huang Yaoshi angry. After thinking clearly, Wang Chongyang was a little moved, so he stood up and sat next to him. Just as he was about to speak, Huang Yaoshi turned his head to the other side and still ignored him. Wang Chongyang couldn't laugh or cry. This man was meticulous in his actions and ruthless in his methods. He had the ability to subjugate pirates and turn gold into gold. He was even more clever in dispatching and dispatching, but his temper was no different from that of a child. There would be no end to the friction with him. Wang Chongyang directly stretched out his hand, held him in his arms, and whispered: "It's not mine, how about I apologize to my dear brother?" Huang Yaoshi was caught off guard, and all his anger was gone. He pushed him in a panic: "Let go!" Wang Chongyang was originally joking, but looking at him at this moment, he felt a little distracted, and laughed in a low voice: "What's wrong?" He was tall, and Huang Yaoshi was held on his lap, with their ears and temples touching each other. His deep voice and warm breath lingered in his ears, making his whole body feel hot. He was so anxious that he didn't have time to think. He shrank back slightly and put his left elbow on Wang Chongyang's arm. The next movement was to naturally buckle his wrist. This push and hold may seem casual, but it is a close-quarters grapple. It is a move in Luoying's palm, and it has a name called "Zuo Pinglan". At the same time, the right hand is raised at the wrist, the palm is turned outward, the fingertips are drooping, the thumb and index finger are lightly clasped, and the other three fingers are slightly spread, the shape is like an orchid trembling gently, which is extremely beautiful. Wang Chongyang had competed with him many times and was familiar with his martial arts. He was immediately alert, his right shoulder sank, his left hand retracted, and he held it under his elbow like lightning. It seemed that he was really in a hurry, and Wang Chongyang, the orchid-point brushing hand, did not dare to take the blow forcefully. This push avoided his push and buckle, but it was not a release of force, but a boost, allowing him to escape from the embrace with the force of the barrier. Huang Yaoshi stood firm and saw Wang Chongyang sitting there with a look of helplessness on his face. Only then did he realize what he had just done. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and asked, "Brother, could you be teasing me?" Wang Chongyang stood up and walked over until he was almost close to him, and raised his hand to touch his smooth forehead. Seeing that although Huang Yaoshi didn't look at him, he didn't avoid him, so his fingertips slid down his eyebrows and pressed against the corners of his slightly red eyes. "My dear brother, an immortal from this world, is willing to go to any lengths to show his favor. Wang Chongyang has never been more fortunate than this in his life. How dare he not be sincere and upright?" He paused and then said, "We have known each other for several years. I don't know what kind of person my dear brother is?" Huang Yaoshi was impulsive today because he was too worried. He was afraid that no matter how thoughtful his arrangements were, if Wang Chongyang was stubborn and refused to change his determination, it would all be in vain. When he agreed, I felt relieved but also wondered if I was thinking too much. In fact, it was all unfounded worries. Wang Chongyang behaved like a gentleman, and even if he took it seriously, he would not be frivolous or sarcastic in his words, but no one knew whether he was laughing in his heart. Moreover, I have always been very respectful to him, but today I have lost my temper and exceeded the rules. What if I make him feel unhappy and disgusted... When he walks in the world, he never takes others seriously, and he always speaks and acts without scruples. But because he regarded Wang Chongyang very seriously, he became particularly concerned about it. The more I thought about it, the more I felt guilty and short of breath. I didn't dare to try and ask, and I was just worried about myself. Although Wang Chongyang didn't say much in these words, they spoke directly to his heart. The meaning behind his words was clear and magnanimous, and his demeanor was as gentle and calm as ever. He had never misunderstood his thoughts and was always tolerant. Huang Yaoshi's confusion suddenly subsided. He was moved in his heart, but refused to admit that it was his random thoughts and muttered: "I didn't say that." Wang Chongyang did not argue with him, just looked at him and smiled: "Brother, why did you call me here today? Why did you change your words again?" Huang Yaoshi finally blushed, not daring to raise his head to look at him, and called in a low voice: "Brother." Wang Chongyang hugged him in his arms, lowered his head, and said close to his ear: "My beloved brother Fengyi, I would like to sleep together tonight. Don't you know that this is rude?" They have always been in the same room and bed, but they have always been at peace with each other. When talking about sleeping together, it naturally has a different meaning. Huang Yaoshi understood clearly and leaned closer to him, still not raising his head and saying: "Brother is caring and interested, so you should know that I have no objection. There is no other person in the world that I can't help but care about." These few words were said leisurely, neither urgent nor harsh, but Wang Chongyang felt like a warm current was rolling through his heart. With a slight exertion on his hands, he said word by word: "This heart and this feeling will never go away." Huang Yaoshi smiled slightly, and with a flick of the hand that was wrapped around his back, the candle on the table was extinguished. Wang Chongyang couldn't see the movements behind him, but when he heard the sound of wind, his movements were paused: "Good fingering!" Huang Yaoshi laughed in a low voice, pulled his sleeves and walked towards the inner room. In the dark room, even Wang Chongyang's eyesight could only see some outlines. Hearing a soft rustling sound, and then the sound of clothes falling to the ground, Huang Yaoshi took his hand and said, "Please help me untie my bun." Wang Chongyang held the wrist with his backhand, and sure enough, only a thin layer of inner clothing covered his forearm. The shape of the wrist bones under the smooth skin was embedded in the palm of his hand without any cover. His hands suddenly tightened and his breathing became slightly faster. After a moment, he let go and groped up his arms and shoulders, following the hair to find the hair tie holding his bun. He had been holding a sword in his hands for thirty years, and he would not waver in an army of ten thousand horses, but at this moment he only felt that his fingertips were trembling. He hurriedly untied his bun, leaned over, picked up Huang Yaoshi, and placed him on the couch. After lowering the curtains, he undressed and slid between the pillow quilts. He held him in his arms from behind with both arms. One hand already reached under his clothes with some eagerness, and the tentacles between his chest and abdomen were hot. Huang Yaoshi's whole body trembled, and he raised his hand and pressed it on the back of his hand. Wang Chongyang stopped and whispered: "Don't like it?" Huang Yaoshi didn't answer, gropingly holding his palm and touching the hard calluses on it one by one: "Brother, have you ever had a skin-to-skin kiss with someone?" Wang Chongyang said: "No." Taoist internal strength is the most important foundation. When he was young, he was very cautious and never had any hope. When he was old enough to get married, he had already left home, and there was no elder around him to plan this matter for him. In these years of traveling north and south, my mind has been preoccupied with important matters, and marriage has long ceased to be a priority. Huang Yaoshi took his hand, kissed the palm, and said softly: "Neither did I." Only then did Wang Chongyang realize that he was not unhappy. It was just that he was timid and shy about speaking out when he first encountered this matter, but he said it in such a subtle way. So she eased her movements, caressing his cheek and gradually reaching his neck. Feeling his body relax, she found his side and untied the belt of his inner garment. Huang Yaoshi has never been so close to anyone since his parents passed away when he was very young. I felt that my whole body was wrapped up by those broad shoulders and chest, and heat was introduced from every inch of the skin that was close to each other, making my whole body feel hot and soft. The heartbeat is like beating a drum, and I can no longer use half of my strength. Wherever that broad hand touched, it was as if it was on fire, and it was no longer something he could control. In his confusion, he felt that hand grasping his own, and then a burst of oppressive pain struck deep into his body. As soon as his hand tightened, Wang Chongyang immediately stopped moving, stepped away, and rubbed his waist. Huang Yaoshi reluctantly took a breath, and suddenly felt the hand slipping behind his back. With a sudden movement, he quickly grabbed it: "Don't..." He pulled him back and held him tight, whispering, "... I'm fine." Wang Chongyang let him hold his hand and rubbed it with him very slowly. As long as his grip was tighter, his movements would become lighter. The heat steamed between the pillows, and Huang Yaoshi gradually felt his consciousness sinking. He managed to keep his eyes open in the darkness and called out: "Brother." He barely made a sound during his labored breathing, but Wang Chongyang hugged him tighter, raised his hands to hold his sweaty long hair, and whispered: "Yes." Huang Yaoshi's heart suddenly calmed down, he closed his eyes, and let his mind become empty. In the morning, Wang Chongyang heard a noise in the inner room, got up and walked to the edge of the collapse. He had seen it several times. Huang Yaoshi thought he had put down what he had been worrying about for many days, but he had not been able to sleep for two nights in a row, and he slept deeply. Opening the curtain, I saw that he had changed his position and buried himself completely under the quilt, leaving only a ball of black silk hanging on the pillow. There were two braziers burning in the room, which was very warm. They didn't care about such details last night, but afterwards Wang Chongyang was afraid that he had sweated and caught the cold, so after dressing him, he got up and went outside to get a brazier. At this time, I heard that he was awake when I heard his breathing, so I hung up the curtains, sat next to the couch, and gently shook him twice through the quilt: "Are you hungry? Get up and have something to eat." After a long while, the person under the quilt made some movement. Huang Yaoshi poked his head out, moved the quilt, put it on his lap, closed his eyes and said vaguely: "If you're not hungry, go and eat by yourself." Wang Chongyang couldn't move at all because he was pillowed on his pillow. If he went to eat by himself, it was obviously just to listen, and he couldn't help but laugh. At this time, his chest felt warm, he was stroking the black hair on his knees, and he did not take food into his heart. After a long period of silence, Huang Yaoshi fell asleep again, but a hand stretched out and pulled his hand over. Huang Yaoshi still closed his eyes, put Wang Chongyang's hand on his cheek, and whispered: "Brother, I won't advise you anymore. There is nothing good about Peach Blossom Island. If you don't go, I won't go. Wherever you like, I will accompany you." Wang Chongyang was slightly startled, then realized that he was talking about the song "Linjiang Immortal" last night. At that time, he was angry because he didn't understand the meaning. Wang Chongyang felt his eyes were burning, and he held his hand and said: "Everyone in the world says that Peach Blossom Island is beautiful with clouds and clouds, and it is a fairyland on earth. It turns out that I have failed to live up to my good brother's kindness." Huang Yaoshi snorted: "Brother only said half of what he said, do you think I don't know? They also said that the owner of Peach Blossom Island is a big devil, and no one who goes to the island comes back alive. Huh, they came all the way to seek revenge, and they can't get out in the woods. How can I still Delivering food to them?" Hearing Wang Chongyang sigh, knowing that he would disapprove again, he hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, now no boat in the East China Sea dares to sail to Peach Blossom Island. Even if someone wants to go, they can't hire a boat, so brother, don't worry." Wang Chongyang had nothing to say about his absurd reasoning. He raised his hand and pinched his face: "If you don't want to get up, just sleep for a while." Huang Yaoshi was already energetic now. He shook his head and sat up. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't care much about it. He raised his hands to twist his hair. When Wang Chongyang saw him, he took a robe and put it on him. The two of them were so close that Huang Yaoshi didn't say thank you and allowed him to tie his knot and caress his sleeves. But when his eyes passed over Wang Chongyang's right hand, he couldn't help but pause. It was almost noon at this time. Wang Chongyang thought he was writing something before. The cuff of his right hand was neatly folded three times, revealing his wrist, which had several dark red marks. Huang Yaoshi was a little annoyed. He was different from ordinary Jianghu people. He was used to playing the piano and pipes, and had half-inch long nails on all ten fingers. I was so distracted last night that I couldn't care less about it, and I couldn't help but get scratched by accident. Even he was embarrassed to say this, so he just wrote it down in his mind and went to find a knife to cut it off later.

I read such a well-written pharmacist novel today and am looking forward to the second part

Qi Gong was so stunned after meeting the island owner, hahahaha

Huang Yaoshi was playing the piano late at night, wearing only a robe on top of his middle coat, his long hair disheveled, and his bare feet on the floor. ------------------Ahhhhhh, island owner! ! ! ! ! Wipe nosebleed The world is so big that it is not just about love. ------------------More free and easy than Miss Lin in the original work. After all, after practicing martial arts and seeing a lot, there is no need to let go of any feelings, so why bother staying depressed all your life?

Even though these dead people have to endure the oppression of the Jin people, they can still live well. ------------------"But" and "Not"... Slightly repeated "If he can persuade you to relax, I will give him all the wine from Peach Blossom Island." ------------------Ah! ! ! ! So sweet! ! ! ! ! Cover your face and run away

He picked up a big sandalwood chair, weighed the cushions, and threw it out ---------------------The second one is wrong, right? Even this idiot dares to play tricks in front of me. --------------------------Hahahahahaha

After all, Qi Gong is true and righteous, righteous and compassionate... A bit more chivalrous, like dozing off to a pillow.