Fusheng Chronicle

In the depths of the mountain forest, birds and beasts are singing, and clouds and mists are lingering.As dusk approached, the black-robed youth was still slowly climbing up the stone steps, his face showing no trace of fatigue.

The mountains seem to be coated with a light golden luster by the setting sun, which seems to be an ethereal light and shadow.The young man was tall, with a face like white jade, wearing a black robe of Hanfu, with cumbersome dark red lace tattoos on the cuffs.

In front of him was the endless Tongtian Road, but he was walking leisurely, at an extremely slow speed, exuding the elegance of a family.

After a while, the young man stopped.He stared at the hillside not far away, the mottled blood under a cherry tree.It is not yet the time for the cherry blossoms to bloom, and a large number of petals have fallen from the tree.

It has not been cleaned for a long time, and it has accumulated into a thin layer of pink, like an uncommon solid color carpet.And within that piece of petals, there was a gloomy white bone.

The young man approached, lifted the sleeves of his robe, and brushed the petals with his white and slender fingers like jade, revealing a complete human skeleton.A gold-rimmed felt hat was worn on the skull, but the rest of the clothes wrapped around the human bone were almost rotten, exuding an unpleasant musty smell.

"Long time no see, you look like this."

The young man's hoarse voice sounded, as soft as a whisper between lovers.With a slight smile, he took off the sapphire wrench that was often worn on his right thumb, and placed it beside the bone.

A cool breeze came, and the hem of the young man's clothes fluttered with the wind, giving him a faint feeling of loneliness.He no longer looked at the dense bones on the ground, and continued to walk slowly along the stone steps to the sky.

Until the night fell, a faint starlight appeared in the sky, and the glitz of the day returned to calm in the darkness.The young man walked gracefully on the long distance, his eyes were steady and quiet.

I don't know how long I walked like this, but maybe the sky brightened and then darkened, and then darkened and brightened again, which made people understand that the passage of time is not without traces.

Finally, a magnificent palace appeared at the end of Tongtian Road, which was as bright as day.Clouds and mist shrouded the hall, just like the fairyland Tiangong in the story.

Unmoved, the young man stepped up the stone steps step by step, and finally stepped on the flat jade ground of the fairy palace.

"Thousands of years have passed, and you are the first mortal to set foot here." The elderly man in a blue Taoist robe came out of the palace tremblingly, but his voice resounded like a bell.

The young man raised his head slightly: "Your Excellency must be Taoist Hongyuan."

"It's right here." Taoist Hongyuan said with a gentle expression on his face, "Since you know who Pindao is, you should know the consequences of stepping on the road to heaven. If you fail, you will naturally turn into bones and be buried on the way. If you succeed, you can become my next disciple."

"Then, you came here after going through thousands of fortunes and hardships, do you want to become a disciple of the poor?"

The young man raised his black robe and knelt straight in front of Taoist Hongyuan.The skirt drooped, and the jade pendant from the Han Dynasty around her waist swayed and knocked on the ground.

I just heard him say calmly: "I have lived in this world for thousands of years, and I wish to die."

"Interesting." Daoist Hongyuan was in high spirits, "It's the first time in Pindao's life that he saw someone climb the Tongtian Road, but he just wanted to die."

Taoist Hongyuan changed the subject, "But you know, everything in this world is about equal value exchange. Since you want to live forever, but you want to die, you must exchange your death with other things."

"Would you like to?"

"I would."

Taoist Hongyuan made a calculation with his fingers, and responded: "The thing you need to exchange is very simple, as long as you step into the mortal world, you can make a man named Miao Changfeng safe for a lifetime. At that time, you can get the way of liberation." .”

The young man nodded, "I understand."

After all, he returned along the original road without looking back.

On the long road to the sky, only the cold back of the young man in black is left, as if he is about to turn into a fairy and go away with the wind in the next moment.

Daoist Hongyuan behind him stared at this scene, and sighed imperceptibly.

……

In the seventh year of the Republic of China, the antique street near NTU was deserted.The wind was blowing, and the newspapers scattered on the ground were flying all over the sky.

Now that the people are in a state of panic, there are wars and horses everywhere, and the people can't even eat and are reduced to the point where they gnaw on tree bark. How can they have money to come here for entertainment.

Antique shops that used to be full of people are closed, and the street is a desolate scene, with yellow and fallen leaves of sycamore trees piled up all over the ground.

In the distance, a little boy wearing a double-breasted thick blue cotton-padded jacket with a blue background walked up the street.He was about six or seven years old, fair and cute, with a delicate face, and a pair of red phoenix eyes with a little bit of ignorance.

The boy kept looking around in the street, as if he was extremely curious about this place.Suddenly, he stopped in front of a dark alley.He stared blankly at the alley, and ran in with his short legs.

Passing through the long and narrow path, an antique shop came into view.The vermilion door was slightly open, and the two golden animal-shaped doorknobs on it were shining brightly.Two red lanterns hung on both sides of the eaves, shining faintly.

On the plaque directly above the gate are written three powerful characters: Fushengpu.

The boy already knew how to read, looked up at the plaque with difficulty, and read softly: "Fushengpu."

As soon as the voice fell, the wooden door creaked open.

The young man in black robe stood at the door, holding the door frame with his right hand.In this troubled world, the handsome young man is still dressed in brocade clothes.Nowadays, most men cut off their braids, but his long hair was loose like a waterfall and tied in a delicate bun, like a rich young master in ancient times.

The boy looked at the extraordinary handsome man in black robe in front of him, and was stunned.He stared at the man obsessively, and opened his mouth slightly.

"Brother, are you the owner of this place?" The boy had a good family education and asked softly when he came back to his senses.

The young man responded lightly, leaned over and picked up the dumpling-like child.He caught a glimpse of the red mole on the boy's left ear, his pupils shrank, and he said unhurriedly, "What's your name?"

The boy smiled shyly: "Brother, my name is Miao Changfeng."

The young man stopped talking and walked into the store with the child in his arms.Two Changxin palace lanterns were dimly illuminating the small shop, and an incense burner was placed on a sandalwood purple table, curling up smoke and exuding a strong fragrance.

"Brother, I got separated from my mother. I'm afraid by myself, and I don't know how to find them..." Perhaps the quiet environment made the child relax his vigilance, and he nestled in the young man's arms, crying until he was in tears.

The young man looked helplessly at the wetness on his chest, carefully placed the boy on a pear wood chair, and walked into the inner room.

The child was sobbing, "Brother, you, don't go..."

The young man paused, and responded in a cold voice: "I'm just going to get some pastries to eat with you, and I'll be right back."

Not long after, a young man in a black silk robe came out with a cup of tea and a plate of exquisite pastries.He has not seen the light all year round, his skin is horribly pale, and his whole person looks more and more unreal.

The belt around the waist was loosely tied, exposing a large piece of white jade-like skin on the young man's chest.He put the pastry plate and teacup on the wooden table, picked up the child again, and half leaned on the chaise longue beside the sandalwood table.

The child lay on the young man's chest, and was fed pastries by him with his mouth open.He carefully broke it into small pieces and fed them into the child's mouth, occasionally wiping the debris off the child's mouth with a handkerchief.

The black clog shoes that have been taken off are placed together with the tiger-head shoes that belong to children. The lazily half-lying young man has his legs bent, and his white ankles are exposed among the scattered hem. The casual temptation can make people fall in love at first sight.

It's a pity that except for a young child like Miao Changfeng, no one else can see this stunning scene.

Seeing that the child was almost full, the young man lazily stroked his hair and said, "Do you want more?"

Miao Changfeng shook his head, hugging the young man's chest like an octopus, for fear that the young man would let him go down.

"Brother, what's your name?" Miao Changfeng raised his head, and there was emotion in his eyes that he hadn't noticed yet.

"Me?" The young man said indifferently, "Zhou Shengxiao, you can call me Brother Zhou."

The young man changed his position, held the child in his arms, and slowly fell asleep.In the lingering smoke, the child couldn't even see the handsome face of the young man.He tried his best to squeeze into each other's arms, and finally fell asleep contentedly leaning on his cool chest.

I even forgot about going home.

……

Ten years later.

"Zhou Shengxiao, you big fool!"

Miao Changfeng, who was wearing a college uniform, stood at the door of Fushengpu, pointed at Zhou Shengxiao and cursed, his face was as red as a ripe persimmon in October.

A reclining chair was placed on the stone steps in front of Fushengpu, and the young man in black was lying on it lazily. Hearing this, he looked at Miao Changfeng coolly: "Why did you find it this time? This is your first Skipping class for the first time?"

Miao Changfeng became anxious, strode forward and approached Zhou Shengxiao and said, "Are you really ignorant or pretending not to know!"

The two are so close that each other's breath can be noticed by the other.Zhou Shengxiao raised his eyelids, and said slowly, "I don't understand what you're thinking. If you don't tell me, how can I guess?"

The young man's breath landed on Miao Changfeng's skin, leaving a warm touch, as if being gently touched by his hands.

Miao Changfeng softened his body suddenly, and said bluffingly: "You, don't you always know everything? How is it possible..."

Can't even guess his youthful thoughts?

"What you said is," Zhou Shengxiao said indifferently, "You like my things?"

Miao Changfeng's heart skipped a beat, and his whole body reflexively bounced off the young man as if he had been scalded.With a blushing face, he said dully, "So, so you already know?"

"But I'm not broken sleeves." Zhou Shengxiao put aside these words, got up and walked into the store.

Miao Changfeng stood where he was and stomped his feet angrily, then turned and left.

None of them expected that this difference is the separation of yin and yang.

When the news of Miao Changfeng's death was received, Zhou Shengxiao was cleaning the jade plate in the shop.I haven't seen this kid for some days, he is happy to be leisurely, drinking tea and reading books every day, living a leisurely life.

Such a day is like a thousand years ago, going through the long river of history alone without leaving any traces.

Until a young man who looked like a servant broke into Fushengpu, knelt on the ground, and said nervously: "You are Mr. Zhou, right? Master Miao, he died when he joined the army a few days ago. Before he died, he said that he hoped that you To come to his funeral."

"What did you say?"

For a moment, Zhou Shengxiao thought he had heard wrong.The Song Dynasty Zhuanxin jade plate in his hand fell to the ground in response, and the priceless treasure fell into countless pieces like this.

On the day when Master Miao's funeral was held, the whole city mourned.After all, the Miao family is well-known as a benevolent person, and they often donate some rice porridge and clothes to the poor and refugees.

The funeral procession walked from the south of the city to the north of the city, and countless snow-white paper flowers fell down along the way, like a snowy winter day.

No one knew that a man in an ancient black robe was watching the funeral procession from afar, with regret in his eyes.

"Miao Changfeng...failed again?"

How difficult is it to protect him for the rest of his life?

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