Longevity: The Flawless Dream

The white plum blossoms are swaying, and the flying snow that dances wildly in the sky rolls into a curtain of thick and thin.The man with green hair and black robe sat leaning against a white plum tree, sipped the wine in his hand, and looked in her direction for a while.He couldn't distinguish the face, but his eyes were deep and sharp, as cold as a sword of ice and snow that had been sunk into the ocean.

Lian Wuxia stood blankly at the border of the dream.This scene is very similar to the scene when she first met Jian Xue, but it is plausible.

Thinking like this, there will be raging hell fires, the flames are fierce, there seems to be a pair of eyes sneering at the person in the dream and her outside the dream, the golden pupils are burning and cold, seeming familiar and unfamiliar.All the frost and snow flowers were swept away in an instant, leaving only the withered tree stripped of all its colors.The man seemed to turn a blind eye to all the changes around him, drinking on his own, letting himself be surrounded by flames.

The next moment, that person's blank face overlapped with Jian Xue's.

Lian Wuxia was shocked, and immediately withdrew from the dream, only to feel that his whole heart seemed to be crushed by some ominous premonition, and his palms and backs were covered with cold sweat.

This ominous feeling of trance lasted until before Honglian Temple, Pingshan Xuansi had a high status, although the Shi family was a Buddhist, but Taoism and immortality were not among their three thousand empty eyes, and they couldn't find her if they wanted to fight.What's more, Yilian Tuosheng, the founding patriarch of Honglian Temple, is the same generation of Lian Wuxia's adoptive mother Lian Emei, and the current abbot is Yilian Tuosheng's disciple. Strictly speaking, Lian Wuxia is still the abbot's elder, so naturally there will be no embarrassment Act of.After reporting his name and surname, Lian Wuxia was immediately let in by two monks who knew him respectfully.

"Prince Taoist, this is the Zen room where people can practice meditation and meditation." A monk who knew the guest said.Lian Wuxia deliberately asked him what he wanted to learn about Yijian Fengzen, but after thinking about it, it was useless for outsiders to talk about such questions, and it would be better if he asked himself, so he gave up now, nodded his thanks to the two, and pushed open the wooden door of the Zen room.

If Jianxue hadn't pointed it out, Yijian Fengchan probably would not have thought about a philosophical question called "Where do I come from" for the rest of his life.

He has always been an extremely practical and extremely wanton person.Tunfo Boy is an enemy, so kill him; Jianxue Wuming is a friend, then protect him; Bei Chenyin is in the way of favor, so help him.No matter where the "past" came from, the current one-sword Feng Chan is just one sword to seal Zen, except for "now", what he wants to hold is only "future"——

After all, he has never thought about the so-called freedom, the so-called self, and the so-called future. Is there really any one that can get rid of the domination of the past?

"Am I the boy who swallowed Buddha?" He murmured to himself, and asked in a low voice to the monk on the opposite portrait, with a confused and solemn expression, "A lotus entrusts life, what can the dead Buddha tell me in Honglian Temple? What can you tell Jianxue when you sit and melt in Jiufeng Lotus?"

There is a destiny in the dark, and the first meeting of people seems to be a coincidence, but it is an unchangeable destiny.Just like when he was fighting in the wind and snow, when he was injured and fainted, he saw the green-haired swordsman who was as silent as ice coming through the wind and snow, and it was like he swung his sword impetuously because of the scorching heat of summer, but he caught a glimpse of the panic-stricken man amidst the spray and broken leaves all over the sky. Looking at the purple-haired female crown.

Yijian Fengchan couldn't forget that Jianxue said that he was the boy who swallowed Buddha, and he was the devil's fetus.Yijian Fengchan also couldn't forget, at the moment when the name Tunfo Boy was mentioned, Lian Wuxia's uncontrollable abnormality.

The friendship of a friend, one's own nature, or... the truth that one fears in one's heart?

The pain in his head was like Ling Chi, and he beat his forehead heavily.

The portrait is just speechless, the monk in it has soft and compassionate eyes, staring silently at the struggling man below.

With a "squeak", the door opened, shaking the silence of the room.

In the slowly opening field of vision, Yijian Feng Chan saw Lian Wuxia's delicate and clear brown eyes, and Lian Wuxia saw the hand that was holding his forehead tightly before he could let go.

Is this movement uncomfortable?Lian Wuxia frowned lightly, and before he could ask, Yijian Fengchan spoke first: "A Taoist nun has come to the Buddhist temple, am I wrong?"

"I'm not mistaken, I'm here to find you." In the past, Lian Wuxia might have argued with him a few words, but for some reason, now he's completely out of the mood and just answered seriously.

"Look for me," Yijian Fengchan repeated in a muffled voice, his face was buried in the shadows because he lowered his head, and he looked up again, "Why?"

Lian Wuxia was about to tell about the boy who swallowed Buddha, but his gaze was fixed on his face.

Yijian Fengchan's natural complexion is slightly blue, and his complexion is usually not good-looking, but the swordsman is full of energy, and his eyes are radiant when he looks at him. No one has ever been able to associate him with the word "haggard".But now, his eyes are bloodshot, his cheeks are thin and dry, and he looks extremely haggard.

Unable to tell where the hidden movement in his heart came from, Tunfo boy had long been left behind, Lian Wuxia couldn't help but take two steps closer: "Have you not eaten well recently?"

Yijian Fengchan snorted indifferently: "I have no appetite."

The speed of the innate Taoist is so fast, the time he opened his mouth, Lian Wuxia has already taken out several large boxes of snacks and put them on the table. After he heard his words clearly, he looked at his face and then glanced at him. It is not good to take back the criminal evidence clearly placed on the table for a while, and it is embarrassing to keep it on the table, and I feel stunned.

Yijian Fengchan laughed softly when she seemed to have done something wrong: "You did it?"

Through the Ping Shui veil, she couldn't see her expression clearly, but she could only see her shallow eyes slightly bent, which was obviously an affirmative answer.

"I'm just hungry." Yijian Fengchan moved the chair under his buttocks, the "squeak" sound of rubbing the floor was quite ear-piercing, Lian Wuxia's spirit subconsciously tensed up, and only after regaining consciousness did he see him pointing his finger. Empty chair on the other side: "Not sitting?"

She sat down as promised.Just now he quickly took out the homemade Meiling Cake, he was already feeling embarrassed, but now he remembered that Yijian Fengchan doesn't like to be vegetarian, he felt even more embarrassed in his heart.She has always been very conceited about her culinary skills, but she is not so conceited that she would think that a person who is used to eating meat and drinking alcohol will taste his plum cake like wine and meat. If she finds it unpalatable, or finds it unpalatable, she is afraid that she will feel even more ashamed.

While she was anxious and anxious, Yijian Fengchan opened the food box, squeezed out a piece of Meiling cake, looked at this exquisite snack a little smaller than the belly of her finger, and thought of watching her with her eyes helplessly that day. Jianxue carves up all the tea and food as if no one was around, but never expects to let him give way to the overwhelming sense of turmoil in his heart, so he laughs unconsciously: "Not bad."

Lian Wuxia's eyes widened in surprise, and his eyes turned a few times on the snack between his fingers, as if saying: But you haven't eaten yet.

After realizing it with a sword, Feng Chan opened his mouth calmly, and threw the snack into his mouth.

The entrance is sweet and has a slightly medicinal taste, which does not hinder the mouth, but has an indescribable dark fragrance.This kind of taste, in the past, I just wanted to be happy, eat big pieces of meat and drink in big bowls, I am afraid I can't even taste the taste, and only now in the half-day gap when the rain is coming, I can taste such a light and clear taste smell.

Lian Wuxia sat on the side, stared at him for a long while, but could not read the slightest bit of displeasure from that blue face, and felt slightly relieved, only then did he feel that the haze that had been lingering in the bottom of his heart recently eased a little.

Plum blossoms, hellfire, green-haired swordsman, sneering eyes... It should be just an illusion.As the saying goes, when you think day by day, you dream at night. What can a dream represent?Thinking about it, it was because she had been too worried and thoughtful in the past few days, infested with sneakiness, and disturbed in her mind, that's why she had attracted the ominous dream.

So pondering, when he came back to his senses, Yijian Fengchan had wiped out all the snacks, and he was staring at her while wiping his mouth with his sleeve boldly.She was a little disturbed by the look, but her cheeks under the veil felt inexplicably hot, and she wrote, "I often think of you these days."

After eating too much snacks, his throat was a little dry, Yijian Fengchan reached for the thick porcelain teapot on the side of the table, his hands trembled, and he actually pushed the teapot down.Lian Wuxia flipped her hand and hooked it lightly, and the teapot that was about to fall flew into her hand. She moved the teacup, filled it, and pushed it gently, while the light brown pupils looked in the direction. out his eyes.

The dim light and shadow of the oil lamp cast into her eyes, shining brightly like the light yellow of the first spring flowers.

Yijian Fengchan immediately picked up the teacup and drank it all in one go, his face was hidden behind the hand holding the cup, and it was not until he put it in the teacup that Lian Wuxia could see his expression clearly.The indescribable expression seemed to be a surge of excitement, but it also seemed to be a bleak depression: "I'm thinking about it too."

Lian Wuxia's heart trembled slightly, only to hear him laugh a bit self-deprecatingly: "I was wondering—whether Yijian Fengchan can live to the day when you meet the person who broke the oath."

All right, how did you mention this?

Lian Wuxia couldn't understand it.She usually has a quiet and self-respecting attitude, and she is beautiful when she is beautiful, but she has a kind of power that cannot be looked at.Only when he is at a loss, will he accidentally reveal the mood of a daughter's family that is suitable for his age.She didn't understand why she looked at Feng Chan with a sword for a long while, but the other party suddenly slapped her knees and laughed: "I have been in vain as a prostitute for more than ten years. If the culprit who caused my reputation to fall to such a state is in my lifetime, what is it really like?" I haven't seen her before... aren't you too depressed?"

It seems that he is really depressed.Lian Wuxia touched the veil on his face, feeling helpless.Not to mention a friend like Yijian Fengchan who has only met for a hundred years, even her mother and even herself don't know what she looks like now.After all, nearly 800 years have passed since she claimed her own face at the age of [-].After such a long time, how much her appearance will change is really uncertain.

It's not impossible for Yijian Fengchan to see her true face.But her oath has not been broken, unless she immediately finds a person who breaks the oath, or even if she wants to show him her own appearance, the oath will not be able to do so.However, the oath between heaven and man is not trivial, but a heavy oath that involves her body and mind. It is possible to drag someone to take off the Pingshui veil, but it is absolutely impossible—perhaps, let Yijian Fengchan take off her veil Could the veil be the solution?

Lian Wuxia was taken aback by the thought that came to her suddenly.The person who breaks the oath will definitely have her love and devotion for life, once the promise is made, he will immediately fall into the ranks of mortals. How can a person who is determined to be immortal have such wavering thoughts?The most important thing is, it's fine if the target is someone else, why is it so abrupt to Yijian Fengchan?What is his relationship with Jianxue, have you forgotten?

She frowned and pondered, but a moment of silence was enough to dry up the secret hope in Yijian Fengchan's heart. He laughed secretly for a long time at his self-indulgence, and took the initiative to change the topic: "Tell me, what are you doing today?" What's the matter with coming to me?"