Longevity: The Flawless Dream

South of the West Sea, on the shore of the quicksand, behind the Chishui River and before the Black River, there is a great mountain called Kunlun Hill.There is a god named Queen Mother of the West, and a beast named Kaiming.The place where the gods are located is unattainable for mortals, but everything is there [adapted from "Shan Hai Jing"].

People in the world always have a lot of mysterious imaginations about Kunlun Mountain, some of which are illusory, and they just wish they could put all their coveting of eternal life in the fairyland on it, which often makes Kunlun, who sets up the Taoist temple here, laugh endlessly.But from Lian Wuxia's point of view, even though this place is not as magical as ordinary people yearn for, it is still a paradise like a rare paradise in the world.Whenever she is in it, listening to the clouds and gullies, even if there are thousands of confusions in her chest, she will gradually disappear in the clear and clear wind.

The Taoist realm is sealed off, and Pingshan is far away. After entering the mortal world, there is only one person in the world who can solve her doubts about the immortal journey. Senior Kunlun.

Lian Wuxia stared down at the chessboard in front of her, remembering that when she was enlightened by her senior, she wrote on the chessboard the sentence "Death, life and fate follow the dew of grass, the universe and latitude are a game of chess", thus stepping into the innate realm.Now, after nearly a hundred years, she is sitting next to this chess scale again, although her thoughts are different, she still has doubts in her chest.

"The practice of the younger generation has not increased at all for nearly ten years," she wrote.As soon as the silky white clouds condense out, they overflow and disperse in the endlessly surging mountain wind, so the tactful and graceful handwriting dissipates at a visible speed, just like the anxious and restless mood of the writer.

She waited for a while, and saw that Kunlun was deep in thought, and seemed to have no intention of answering, and hurriedly wrote: "The Tao is like a floating boat in a turbulent current. If you don't enter it, you will fall... The younger generation is panicked."

Under her worried eyes, the horn Kunlun finally moved, but with a smile, he told Daotong to make tea for the guests, and also gave a special order: "Except for the water from the Yuyan Spring on the No. 13 peak, Even if you call from the other side, the old man will not touch a single drop." The Taoist boy is also used to serving him, and he said without turning his head, "I know, Master, you can always wait." He carried the bucket without touching the ground and left.

No. Kunlun has never paid much attention to tea. The rare and fragrant tea prepared by famous masters, the wild tea picked at random, and even the dry and yellow leaves of trees can still be enjoyed happily after soaking in boiling water.All his cares were spent on this water. He needed spring water from Yuyan Spring on the No. 13 peak west of Chengxin Mingtai, and he needed fresh running water.Fortunately, most ascetics are light on their feet. Although his little hobby seems trivial, it is not difficult to do. Even a small door boy can go back and forth in half an hour at most.

But for half an hour, the former Lian Wuxia could wait, but now she couldn't wait.After Daotong left, Lian Wuxia wanted to continue talking, but Kunlun pointed to the chess scale. She couldn't resist, so she had to play a few moves with Kunlun patiently.After waiting for a long time, it was so easy for the Tongcai to come back panting with the water, but then he lit a fire and boiled the water to make tea. When the cup of tea was really placed in front of him, Lian Wuxia's heart hung high. fell down.

"Senior..." she wrote hesitantly.

"Don't worry, don't worry, let's talk about it after drinking tea." Hao Kunlun waved his hand.

This time Rao is practicing Wuxia and is no longer ignorant of the world, and he can see that Hao Kunlun is deliberately tempering his temper, so he can only drink tea with his eyes down.If in the past, she could taste thousands of flavors from this cup of green tea, but now it is like white water after ten days, and the taste is tight between her lips and teeth.

No. Kunlun saw that her mind was wrong, and he chuckled: "For those who practice the immortal way of longevity, a hundred years is only a short period of time, let alone ten years? Wuxia, you are too anxious."

"But..." Lian Wuxia furrowed her brows, which were painted like rouge.She doesn't know that she has been too reckless recently, but she knows that her mood is unstable, but she can't stop it from continuing to be unstable, and she doesn't understand where this unstable mood comes from, how can she not make people more anxious and difficult install?

She entered Taoism since she was a child, and asked herself that she had already cultivated to the state of being always calm, unmoved by time, and unmoved by the situation. But recently, she suddenly discovered that her state of mind has not only failed to improve, but has regressed. Don't talk about it, just say last time, if in the past, no matter how much she couldn't tolerate the dirty clothes of the people around her, she shouldn't be angry with the two evils, and she shouldn't apologize after seeing them calm down after washing all the clothes Without leaving any words, he was forced to run away by the shame that suddenly surged into his heart.She didn't even remember soberly until they ran hundreds of miles together, the new tea she planned to give to Jian Xue when she came here was still intact in her sleeve, what's the reason!But if she was asked to return and send it back again, she would not be able to resist this scalp no matter what—emotions and anger, worries and worries, she has always treated people with humility and gentleness, how could she lose her composure to this point!

Seeing her eyes full of hesitation and hesitation, Hao Kunlun laughed happily and said in harmony: "Wuxia, do you still have to cover up the old man?"

When he said this, Lian Wuxia couldn't lift his head immediately: "This junior has been distracted recently, but he doesn't understand why this confusion comes from."

As soon as she lowered her head, she ignored Kunlun's thoughtful gaze.After a while, the old man stretched out a hand with fine skin and pointed to the teacup in front of her.She raised her eyes slightly, only to realize that the teacup she had drunk just now had been filled at some point.

"Keep the platform in your mind, like the water in this cup, let the distracting thoughts slowly settle, and you can see clearly all the worries and confusions."

This is... the most superficial meditation technique?Lian Wuxia was stunned. Meditation is an introductory kung fu that she has been familiar with since she was a child. Over the years, except for sudden changes, she has to meditate for several hours a day. instinct.Why did Senior Kunlun teach her the method of meditation?Could it be that all the static exercises she has practiced for so many years are all wrong?

"Do as the old man says, and you will understand in the future." She couldn't read the panic number Kunlun, but she just smiled ambiguously, and the old man's face suddenly showed an indescribable empathy It means, "Wuxiaer, you are talented and kind-hearted. Even if thousands of years pass, except for Yunyun herself, there is no other person who is more suitable for practicing the Pingshan Immortal Dao than you. After all, it was a thousand years earlier."

Lian Wuxia was puzzled, but seeing the expression on Kunlun's face, he obviously didn't want to go into details, so he pondered for a while, and said: "This junior wants to take advantage of Kunlun's empty space to retreat."

Those who practice Taoism must be loyal and pure, powerful and diligent, and cultivate flawless endowment and softness, and they can win the favor of many Taoist giants and masters because of the perseverance and strength that burst out like lightning at a certain moment. The determination to abandon one's own opinions and listen to the words of wisdom.No. Kunlun was not surprised that she would make this decision, immediately nodded slightly, and said with a harmonious smile: "Go."

Lian Wuxia bowed his knees and bowed. After stepping back, he found a quiet and clean place in the deep forest near Chengxin Mingtai. Without setting up a defense, he touched Qingya's neck and signaled it to find a place to play.After that, he sat down cross-legged, his eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, and he slowly sank into a tranquil state.A moment later, her sleeves moved without any wind, but the ruler Su Danqing flew out and floated in the mid-air. A huge three-color plum tree slowly grew, and the colorful and cool light and shadow cast, covering her face.

The wind in Kunlun is high and clear, sweeping over countless peaks and fields, and when it blows over the beautiful and precious land of Liulixian, there is only blood as strong as a sword.

It seems that the legend of evil swords destroying gold and silver is about to be fulfilled in this battle—even though there is only one main attacker, the raiders are still reluctant to draw their swords for some reason.

The shock of the confrontation was like the roar of nine heavenly thunders, and amidst the chaos of flying earth, rocks, grass and trees, the green-faced swordsman, immersed in the excitement of the fierce battle, suddenly retreated, and the murderousness that burst out in an instant was terrifying, but he turned into a stick. Standing with the sword, Deng Jiuwu seemed to see the bloodthirsty scarlet flashing before his eyes closed, but before he could see clearly, the green-haired swordsman who was rushing to the side had already attacked.

The culprit is gradually sprouting, and there is no limit to right and wrong.

Becoming the nemesis of Deng Jiuwu who shot gold and silver is not a good thing, so it is expected that they will be surrounded and killed in groups.The top swordsmen stand in the east, and there are three astrologers and geography divisions, a line of sincerity.A sword seals Zen and kills Jie Qingguang, realizing that a hearty battle is coming—hope it won't be the last.He looked at Jianxue, who was still insisting on carrying the sword on his back in front of the powerful enemy, and felt a little sad.

So it was a desperate fight.

When the torrential Hong Yan burned the night sky red for half a day, the sudden change was almost beyond everyone's imagination.In a daze, Dongfang Dingli passively accepted the mutant's hundred moves. The dazzling flames seemed to distort the air. He couldn't see the face of the comer, but only saw a pair of sharp golden pupils.

The red-haired swordsman's shoes reflected an ominous crimson in the flames. At that moment, only Jianxue heard the low laughter that was soft and murderous like a dead soul. It was so chaotic, it was difficult for him to tell whether it was sadness or unwillingness.

Because he lost consciousness the next moment.

The drizzle was continuous, falling silently, quietly infiltrating the mountains and forests into an empty, green, wet and cool appearance.

A squirrel squatted among the tall branches of the pansy plum tree with its big tail stained heavily by the raindrops upturned. While wiping the water marks on Xiaoyuan's face with its short and delicate paws, it blinked at Xiaoyuan's face. The round eyes stared at the motionless human-shaped "stump" below.Suddenly, he became playful, swung his big wet tail and was about to jump on the "stump". With a flash of light, he was gently separated by the barrier condensed by Chisu Danqing, and slid all the way to the ground.

Lian Wuxia was unaware of any changes in his surroundings, fine raindrops condensed on his slightly closed long eyelashes, and the frosty white and bright red Lu Li fell, and when they were full, they fell like cold tears.

Forest flowers Xie Chunhong, summer shade next to autumn wind, it seems that in just one thought, there are countless time tossing and flapping heavy wings to fly by.

The red-haired, white-clothed monster walked swiftly through the night without saying a word. He carried the commandment of killing on his back. This holy sword, which was once full of holy energy, is now extremely dim. There are even mottled rust marks on the sword, which is so dilapidated Even the most down-and-out people in the Jianghu disdain to use it, but the sword master who once spent a lot of money and begged the evil master to just ask for a scabbard shows half of his concern.The demon who just woke up after a long sleep only remembers one thing, one mission.

Demon Realm, Seals, Buddha's Blood, Yuanjiao Village.

The first day casts the first ray of light on the earth, and the gradually brighter light makes everything in an indescribably shining beauty, reflecting the cold golden pupils of monsters.The demon who is accustomed to walking alone in the dark is dominated by some bewildered but choking emotion and stares directly at the sun disc exuding endless light and heat, leaving only a burning blank in his mind.

Killing fell to the ground.

The monster looked at it blankly, and after a while, it picked up the sword in its pale blue hand with the swordsman's unique love for the sword.

The rosy clouds are like crimson clouds, and a few mountain birds are standing among the three-color plum trees and combing their feathers leisurely. Their small bright red claws are lightly scratching and poking on the deep iron-like twigs. The distant and quiet afterimage was reflected in the pupils of the opened eyes.The plain white palm turned lightly, and the fallen flower was already taken into the palm.

In the clarity of body and mind, Lian Wuxia finally saw the face imprisoned in his heart.

She looked at the soft and fragrant Luo Rui on the palm of her hand, and there was never a moment in her heart that she wanted to see Feng Chan with a sword.

The author has something to say: I finally finished this chapter, what is painstaking effort, just look at the blood on the author's face now

Congested, in every sense, fell asleep.

South of the West Sea, on the shore of the quicksand, behind the Chishui River and before the Black River, there is a great mountain called Kunlun Hill.There is a god named Queen Mother of the West, and a beast named Kaiming.The place where the gods are located is unattainable for ordinary people, but everything is there——Adapted from "Shan Hai Jing"