[Lotus Lantern] Promise with one's body

The teenager listened to the rain song upstairs.The red candle was faint.The prime of life listens to the rain in the boat.Jiang Kuoyun is low, and the broken goose is called West Wind.

Now listen to the rain under the monk's house.The temples are also stars.Joys and sorrows are always ruthless.Before the first term, the drip will reach dawn.

The misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River seems to have lasted for thousands of years, but the capital of the former dynasty is still hidden in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, waiting for travelers passing by to explore the romantic hidden in the deep alleys.

The girl in red was walking on the deserted street with an oil-paper umbrella, holding a pot of flowers in her hand. She supported her hands to prevent the slender flowers from being damaged by the wind and rain outside.The girl turned into the alley, approached a house in the back, and knocked on the door with her hand.

A white-haired old woman opened the door, and when she saw someone coming, she said with a smile, "Miss Xiao Yu, why are you here to send flowers in such weather today?"

"Yes, Granny Lan, these are the flowers ordered by your mansion." The girl called Xiaoyu handed the flowerpot to the old woman.

That is Golden Lantern, also known as Dragon Claw Flower and Wuyi Grass.

Volume [-] of "Youyang Miscellaneous Zu": "Golden lamp, one is called nine shapes, the flowers and leaves do not meet each other, and it is planted by vulgar and wicked people. It is called a meaningless grass. It is combined and separated, with roots like a taro. There are twelve wanderers. In the ring, they are born from each other, but they are not connected in reality, and they belong to each other by air, one is alone, and the other is separated from the mother. Those who say that they are eaten by scholars are collectively called red arrows."

Because it mostly grows in the cemetery, it is also called the Bianhua flower. It is said that the Santu River is full of this connecting flower.

"Thank you, Miss Yu." The old woman took the golden lamp, took out a few copper coins from her sleeve, and handed them to Xiao Yu.

"Thank you, Granny Lan." After receiving the money, Xiao Yu blessed the old woman and bid farewell to the old woman.

"The road is slippery in rainy days, Miss Yu, walk slowly."

Holding an umbrella, she walked slowly and returned to her small flower shop the same way.

When she got to the eaves, she put away her umbrella, opened the door to enter the shop, and called out, "Sister, I'm back."

The woman who was tending the bouquet in the shop heard the voice and said without turning her head: "I heard it."

"The Hungry Ghost Festival is approaching, there are so many people who want to buy Bianhua flowers." She walked slowly to the elder sister with emotion, and saw her cutting off the broken branches and leaves for a pot of bitter barley.

"Because people's obsession with impurity is hard to get rid of, there will always be relatives who have passed away who can't see each other, so I hope to use Bianhua to bring ghosts home on the day of the Ghost Festival, hoping to see people I will never see again."

"Can you see it?" Xiao Yu asked curiously, resting her chin with both hands.

"I don't know. Maybe I can see it in my dream." The sister replied casually after arranging the wild chrysanthemums in her hands.

"Then sister, does the sister know if there are flowers of the other side growing by the Santu River?" Xiao Yu asked.

The elder sister who turned around had extremely beautiful eyes, but it seemed that because of the continuous autumn rain in the south, those eyes seemed to be covered with mist. She thought for a while and said: "When I passed the Santu River, I fell down. Never noticed that."

When ordinary people hear this, they must think she is a lunatic.Where is there anyone who has been to the underworld and can return to the sun?

The younger sister Xiaoyu seemed a little disappointed, looked up at the sad autumn rain outside, and sighed: "I don't know when this rain will fall..."

The elder sister looked up at the sky and said, "It should stop in the evening."

"Since my sister said so, she can't be wrong." Xiaoyu went to the window, stretched out her hand to catch a few drops of rainwater, turned her head and smiled at her sister: "I used an earthen pot to catch this rootless water. I will make tea in the future." It's excellent."

"The snow water stored last winter has not been used up yet," said the elder sister.

"That's right, I forgot about it." Xiao Yu nodded his head, and said a little shyly.

"Xiao Yu, I'm leaving Lin'an City tomorrow." The elder sister smiled, her eyes fell on the pot of bitter barley.

"Is my sister going to look for an adult again?" Xiao Yu asked with a happy head.

"Ah."

"This is the third year, sister, you are about to turn the world upside down, I'm afraid..."

"After all, we still have to look for it." She said to Xiao Yu, and she also said to herself.

She thought, after all, she was going to find that person and explain to him what she had to say.She has been involved with him for 2000 years. With such an entangled fate, she can always find him.

He could bring her back from the dead, how could she not find him?

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Long Nu always thought, when he said that he was traveling in the vicissitudes of life and the sangwu in the evening, the two of them only spent a day out, but now, she has searched the world several times, but she still has not found his trace.

How could it be possible for such a hero to disappear without saying goodbye.

She was alone, looking around the world inch by inch, trying to find his breath, but there was indeed no such person in the world.

She really couldn't find him.

She occasionally sits idle in a private tea house, and heard that the gentleman who read the book said the last paragraph, and someone once said about him, about the little sage who gave power to the great sage, and also about the story of Erlang's magic stick beating mandarin ducks and imprisoning his own sister.

The judiciary god with the three worlds in his heart has mixed reputation among the people, and she only felt sighed when she heard it.Often it is too late to finish listening to the ending, so they leave the tea money and leave in a hurry.

That day she came to Huangshan again. She had searched all over the three mountains and five mountains in the past few years, but she still didn't give up and came again.She remembered that in the mirror of two lifetimes, she and Yang Jian went out to play for the first time, and this was the place they chose.

When you return from Huangshan Mountain, you don’t look at the mountains, and when you return from the Five Sacred Mountains, you don’t look at the mountains.

Thinking of this, she became more emotional.

Later, on the way from Huangshan to other places, they passed an unknown mountain, where Ao Cunxin and Yang Jian played a game of chess.

However, when the dragon girl was walking on the mountain road and thought of this, her heart moved, and she divided Hua Fuliu to find the place where she played chess in the mirror.

The mountain wall had already been covered with moss, and with a wave of her hand, the moss disappeared, and there seemed to be blurred handwriting on the mountain wall, but it was deeply corroded by the moss, so it was somewhat unclear.

The dragon girl touched the words on the mountain wall with her fingers.The slender fingers feel the rough and winding strokes of the mountain, and those words are as clear in her heart as if they were engraved only yesterday.

On the spring day of the year Renxu, Yang Jian and his wife had a talk here.

Ao Cunxin looked at the words under the moss, as if she saw the old thoughts that had not seen the sun.In his heart, there are mountains and rivers, the people of the world, the common people, and the love of his children is under these pressures. However, he still said that at this moment, and covered it with moss, so that no one can see his heart.

When she was looking for Yang Jian, she asked the mountain god here if she had ever seen the justice god. The mountain god thought for a while and said only one sentence: I saw Zhenjun appearing in Huangshan about 200 years ago.

200 years ago, it was not long before the two of them came out of the mirror of two worlds.

She thought of those now, and wondered how Yang Jian carved these words.

Think about how he knew these contents.

She never told anyone about what happened in the Mirror of Two Worlds, and she never revealed even a single word to them, even if it was Jie Jie and Sister Ting Xin.

I only occasionally think of some fragments when I dream back at about midnight.

The life of the Dragon Clan is too long, and some memories may not be of any benefit to her, but they will follow her all her life, so she deliberately throws away some, but she really wants to forget, but instead remembers deeply.

She actually has the memory of Ao Cunxin in the mirror of the past.All the memories of Ao Cunxin who was on par with Yang Jian.

Because everything in the mirror of past events is real, she who is real naturally knows what happened there.

She remembered the consummation of their wedding night, and the joy of traveling around the world.I remember that the pear tree in the courtyard became a spirit, and I remember that Yang Jian said that he would never let her down.

There was a time when she got what she wanted.

But when she left Jinxia Cave, she told herself to forget all these things.

She promised third brother that she would not look back if the past is difficult to recover, so there is no need to look back at the memories in the mirror of the past.

Now that she saw these words engraved by Yang Jian in Huangshan, she felt a heavy pain in her heart.

Probably she owed his life and love to him again this time.Ao Cunxin, who has always had a clear distinction between grievances and grievances, is going to settle everything this time.

Ao Cunxin looked at the writing on the mountain wall, stared at it for a long time, and finally waved his hand and covered it with moss.

She thought about it, and wanted to use her spiritual power to play a game here, but no matter how she used spells, she couldn't play a game here.

Probably someone has set up an enchantment here, so she can no longer play chess.Thinking of this, Ao Cunxin used all his mana to break the barrier.

Maybe it was her luck, maybe the man who formed the barrier was not very powerful, Ao Cunxin broke the barrier, and saw a chess game in the empty place, covered with dead leaves, but it did not rot , I don't know how many years I have passed.

The dragon girl approached, brushed away the dead leaves, and saw that on the chessboard, black and white pieces were criss-crossed, causing casualties to each other, it was a draw.It was the game of chess she played with Yang Jian in the mirror of this world.

The chess game in the mirror of the present world was laid out here, and when reminiscent of the words on the mountain wall, the person who laid the enchantment and the chess game is almost ready to come out.

She seemed to see him sitting alone, holding white chess in one hand and black chess in the other, playing chess with himself, following the steps of the past, step by step to the current situation.

Then covered the chess game with dead leaves and set up a barrier so that mortals would not notice the damage.

But, how did he know those words, that game of chess?

Ao Cunxin picked up a piece and weighed it in his hands, but finally threw the piece into the chess box.

She waved her hand to let the dead leaves continue to cover the chessboard, and set up the barrier again, before she left.

Looking back after walking far, who would have thought that such a nameless mountain hides a fairy trail.

Yang Jian, where are you?Now I've searched all over the world to find you, and I haven't said clearly what I should say. It's a pity for you and me.

I am ready to spend my whole life waiting with you, waiting for the fate to be serious.

The author has something to say: The boy listens to Yuge upstairs.The red candle is dim and the tent is closed.The middle-aged man listens to the rain in the boat.The river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken wild goose is called the west wind.

Now listen to the rain under the monk's hut.The temples are already stars.The joys and sorrows are always ruthless.Before the first step, bit by bit until dawn. ——Jiang Jie "Poppy"

I spend my whole life waiting with you, waiting for the fate to be serious. ——"Fate"