Floating Life Half Awake GL

Yulong Mountain is located in Panlong Town in Shangyang County, which is [-] kilometers away from Pingnan County.

In Yunmu, Panlong Town is regarded as the smallest town among them. The population of the town is only two thousand, and it is not at all prosperous enough, but it is well known throughout the country.

The reason is that it is in the southeast corner of the town, where mountains and rivers are connected, and ancient trees are towering. Few people come here, but it is said that Huainanzi, the great master of a generation, lives in Yulong Mountain.

Yulong Mountain is the highest peak in Yunmu, surrounded by mountains, forming a formation of eight trigrams, and the center of the formation is Yulong.Yulong Mountain is in the shape of a column, rising from the ground and towering into the clouds. Therefore, the top of the mountain is shrouded in clouds and mists all the year round, like a fairyland on earth.

But although the scenery on the mountain is good, ordinary people can only look up at the foot of the mountain, because Yulong is not only high, but more importantly dangerous, surrounded by cliffs, it is impossible to climb to the top.

Of course, there are exceptions, and that is the sect of Grandmaster Huainanzi.

The time is about to pass, but the top of the mountain is still shrouded in clouds and mist. The Lingyun Gate, which faces south and north, is hidden under this cloud and mist.

On the stone steps under the door, a small figure stood upright, dressed in a white robe, spotless, his black hair was neatly tied up, the white headband fluttered in the wind, and his eyebrows, which were neither thick nor light, were slightly furrowed. He stared at the entrance of the mountain with his bright black eyes.

Suddenly, there were some unusual noises in the wind, and the little man flicked the hem of his robe, and quickly ran down the stone steps.

On the right side of the mountain gate, a light blue figure suddenly seemed to fly up from midair, and finally landed steadily on the ground.

Looking at the age of about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a figure of more than seven feet and clear eyes, when he saw the little man rushing towards him, he subconsciously frowned, and then shook his head slightly.

Then, I saw the little man stop suddenly half a foot away from him, the original expectation in his black eyes was replaced by disappointment, and the little face that was flushed from running unconsciously tensed up a little. But he still did not forget to bow his head and bow to him.

"Thank you brother Qing"

"Hey teacher"

Before Senior Brother Qing could finish speaking, he turned and left.

"Hey~", I couldn't help but sighed.

"Qingcheng"

As soon as the man in Tsing Yi turned around, he saw Huainanzi in a gray robe and holding a dust whisk appearing on the left side at some point, and hurriedly bowed to greet him.

"master"

And Huainanzi's eyes that seemed to have insight into the world, looked at the direction where the little man left, and sighed, "There is still no reply."

"Yes, Master", Qingcheng followed and looked in the same direction as Huainanzi, and after a while, "Master, my younger brother, he seems very sad".

"This is also human nature," Huainanzi left after saying this.

"Congratulations to the master"

When Qingcheng raised his head again, he was the only one left in front of the mountain gate.

When he put down his hand, he realized that the thing was still in his hand. Looking at the two oil-paper bags, he shook his head helplessly. Why is his memory getting worse and worse? It seems that he will have to visit his junior brother soon there.

While muttering, he entered the mountain gate, and the two packs of pastries in his right hand swayed back and forth from time to time with the movements of his feet.

A month ago

Master Huainanzi brought back a child from the foot of the mountain, well, strictly speaking, he actually carried it back.

Because at that time, the child's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he looked very sick.

The master directly carried him into the guest room, he didn't say a word about the child's background, he only told the brothers and sisters to prepare silver needles, medicinal powder and elixir and send them to the guest room.

After one night, the child who looked like he was on the verge of dying finally woke up, and the master introduced the child to the three brothers and sisters.

"From now on, she will be your junior brother named Lin Yan"

As soon as Qingcheng stepped into the living room of the master and apprentice in the backyard with the pastry in his hand, a figure suddenly appeared from the left and blocked his way.

"Brother, how is it?!"

The person in front of him looked about eleven or twelve years old, his height reached Qingcheng's shoulders, and he was thin and thin, but his complexion looked rosy and healthy, and he had two cute little canine teeth.

Qingcheng shook his head, bypassed him and continued walking.

"Isn't it? No reply yet?!" After a bluff, he quickly reached out and grabbed Qing Cheng's cuff, who was about to leave.

"Chibi, let go", Qingcheng looked back helplessly.

Not only did Chibi not let go, but he held on tighter, staring into a pair of round eyes and yelling, "It's not senior brother, so you just came back like this?!".

Qingcheng raised his hand and brushed Chibi's hand away with force, then straightened his slightly wrinkled cuffs, and asked, "Otherwise."

"No, you just returned empty-handed like this, so the little junior brother must be sad again?!"

"Then what do you want from me"

"You, you can write one yourself."

Just as he finished speaking, he received a solid slap on the back of the head, "Ouch".

"Why do you only grow up without a brain?" A sharp and clear female voice suddenly sounded, and the two of them turned their heads subconsciously, and saw a purple-clothed girl with almond eyes and peach cheeks standing beside her, with her arms crossed at the moment, He stared at Chibi with a look of hatred for iron and steel, "The little junior is smart and can be seen through at a glance, so don't you feel even more sad then."

Chibi touched the back of his head that hurt from being slapped, "Then what do you think Sister Hua should do?"

Hearing this, the purple-clothed girl also had a sad expression on her face, she was speechless, and in a blink of an eye, she saw Qingcheng holding two small paper bags in his hand.

"Senior Brother Qing, those are the cakes I bought for Junior Brother, I'll send them to her"

When Huainanzi walked to the open space on the back cliff, he saw that little man was holding a wooden sword and practicing a set of martial arts moves he had given him a few days ago.

"Yan'er, only with a calm mind can you understand the essence of it, otherwise, it will be nothing but a form."

The stabbing sword hesitated, but now it lost its shape, so I had to withdraw the sword, turn around, bow my head, raise my hand, and salute.

"master"

Huainanzi smiled and walked to the side stone bench and sat down, then raised his head to motion for Lin Yan to come and sit down.

“Can also adapt to the climate here”

"Um"

The weather in Yulong Mountain is like spring all year round, with a refreshing breeze, but Lin Yan still misses the winter in Pingnan County very much.

But now I can only look far to the southwest, hear the wind blowing in the mountains, and still miss like vines that grow wildly, slowly wrapping my heart tightly until I can't breathe.

"Master, excuse me for being rude, did you inform him that day?"

"Well," Huainanzi took a sip of the tea in his cup, "However, after thinking about it carefully, Zong Mu was in a state of anxiety at the time, and I'm afraid he didn't understand the hint from the master. In this way, the master is indeed sorry for you."

"How can you blame the master?" Lin Yan slightly lowered his head and looked at the thin callus on the tiger's mouth of his right hand, "Actually, these are not important anymore, she has already known."

Not replying, maybe it can only mean that she is still angry...

For the past month, Lin Yan has sent a letter to Pingnan every two or three days, but he has never received a reply.

On November 29th of the eighth year of Taiping, Pingnan had the second heavy snowfall since the beginning of winter, but within half a day, the snow on the ground had covered the ankles.

In the courtyard, two servants were clearing the snow from the main road, while the man in the porch was wearing a scarlet cloak, with his white and slender fingertips stretched out in the air, catching the falling snowflakes.

After a while, Mo Yi, who was dressed in black, stepped into the main courtyard with snowflakes on his shoulders, and creaked as he stepped on the snow track that hadn't been cleaned up.

Stand still one meter away from the people in the corridor, stretch your hands forward, "Princess, a letter from Shangyang".

Gently shaking off the unmelted snow in his palm, he turned sideways, reached out to take the letter without the recipient's name and signature, turned his feet, and went back to the room behind him.

After Man'er hung the scarlet cloak in her hand on a shelf beside her, she took another look at the charcoal fire in front of the couch, and then quietly retreated out in peace.

Fang's fingertips that had been exposed to the ice and snow were so cold that he was a little unconscious, but it didn't affect him in the slightest as he opened the envelope, took out the letterhead, and unfolded it, because this kind of action had been repeated no less than a hundred times in the past year. .

"Sister Lan, see Xin'an well...", the same beginning.

"May all be well, Yan", the same ending.

According to the letter, there must have been more than one heavy snowfall in Pingnan.

Yes, this time is the second heavy snow this winter.

Xia Lan turned her face sideways, and looked at the snow through the half-closed window, which seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

You don't have to wait until tomorrow, you can make a big snowman.

But if it keeps falling like this, maybe half a day won't pass, and the snowman's nose, eyes and mouth will be covered again.

Within half an hour, I read the letter no less than five or six times, as if I wanted to engrave every word into my heart.

Carefully folded the letterhead along the original trace and put it back in the envelope, then got up from the couch, walked to the rosewood cabinet beside him, opened the door, and took out a square brown box with carved patterns from inside.

Put the box on the low table, gently push the copper buckle to open it, gently pick up the envelope on the table and put it in, but there are dozens of similar letters inside, and after a while I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it for half a month and a month.

And there is another box like this, but that one is already full.

The slender fingertips caressed the slightly rough envelope. Through the words and sentences inside, Xia Lan seemed to see the top of Yulong Mountain hundreds of kilometers away.

Clouds and mist linger, and mountain breeze blows.

In the morning, the brothers and sisters practice martial arts together, the little man's eyes are bright, his expression is focused, and every move has a style.

After breakfast, I went down by the window, reading and writing, every stroke and every stroke was written very carefully, the breeze blowing into the window sash, gently caressing the eyebrows that were slightly raised due to dissatisfaction.

After lunch, I half-lyed in front of the couch by the window, holding a scroll in my hand, looking at ten lines, unconsciously sleepy, and quickly closed my eyes.

In the afternoon, I had a hand-to-hand conversation with Grand Master Hou Ya, and within an inch, I suddenly realized that there is still a way to advance and retreat in life when marching.

But in the dead of night, spread out a piece of letter paper, pick up a pen and dip it in ink, but haven't written for a long time, can't help but want to look up at the moon, but above the clouds and mist, only a hazy light and shadow can be seen.

Then he lowered his head and sighed softly, his brows were frowning, and the small eyebrows were frowned into a small Sichuan character, but he couldn't stretch out his hands to smooth them gently.

Or, it's not impossible...

Turning her head, Man'er had already set up pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table before going out, but she stared at it for a long time, but she never walked over to pick up the pens, and she couldn't remember how many times this happened.

The years are quiet and the world is stable.

That's good.

On December [-]th of the eighth year of Taiping, the sky had been clear for seven consecutive days, and suddenly it began to snow again. After a while, the flying catkins turned into heavy snow.

The third heavy snowfall since the beginning of winter has finally come.

Xia Lan turned her head slightly to look at the continuous snowflakes outside the window after writing the desk. The jade wrist holding the pen stopped in mid-air, but the person she cared about had already appeared on the paper.

A head of black hair was simply tied up with a white hairband, his jaw was slightly raised, and he looked into the distance. A pair of black and white eyes were clean, clear, and beautiful. A thin rope has its own casualness and freedom.

It's just that a year has passed, it should be different, the eyebrows and eyes should be more three-dimensional, the eyes should be more calm and determined, and the height must have grown a lot.

Thinking of this, Xia Lan felt more and more that the painting was not good, and then she lost interest, and put down the brush in her hand.

Slowly moved to the side of the wooden shelf, dipped a silk cloth in water, and wiped the ink that accidentally got on his fingertips, and walked out of the study room, inexplicably, he wanted to eat hot pot.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew up, and the snowflakes hit her cheeks, and she closed her eyes subconsciously. The next moment, the icy lightness brushed past her eyelids, and her body trembled involuntarily.

"Princess, there are guests here"

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a man in a gray robe, holding a dust whisk, white hair and long beard, walking down the stone steps in the courtyard amidst the flying snow.

Beside him, there is another little man who is no more than four feet tall, wearing a white cloak, and a big hat that almost covers half of his face, but those clear black eyes still pass through easily. After seeing the continuous flying snow, he quickly caught the pair of bright autumn eyes filled with the stars of the entire Milky Way.

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I don’t know if everyone guessed it?