Longevity: The Flawless Dream

What is Tao?

She once stood on the top of the sea of ​​clouds in Pingshan Mountain, curled up facing all around, and asked her mother.

The sight cast from behind the mother's mask is as boundless as the sky: unreachable, unfathomable.Covering the sky and carrying the earth, the endowment is invisible.Chong and Xu Ying, turbid and Xu Qing.Plant it and plug it in the world, and spread it across the world.Giving is endless, but there is no day and night.Shu Zhi is in Liuhe, and the volume is not enough to grasp.Restraint can expand, seclusion can be clear, weakness can be strong, softness can be firm—this is called the Tao.

What is Jianghu?

Yijian Feng Chan once lay on the side of the campfire with his feet crossed and his arms pillowed, and asked her.

Seeing her bewildered expression, she even smiled: You don't know.

Lian Wuxia really didn't know, she had only heard a vaguely similar argument in the "South China Classic", "It's better to forget each other in Jianghu than to stay in love with each other."

She once saw a dying Jianghu man, lying in the ice and snow, his white clothes were stained bright red by the blood gushing from the wound.From his delusional and empty eyes, she could read the desire for destruction that was strong enough to eliminate all reason and mind.

It was himself he wanted to destroy.

Lian Wuxia saved him.She doesn't understand why some people lose their desire for life. In her view, life is a gift from God, and survival is the instinct of being a member of sentient beings.What is it that can make a person give up his hard-won life and burn his soul into a hellfire that will never return?

"Whether you are willing or not, your life is saved by me." After many days of hard work, she only asked for one thing in return, "At my request, the favor will be wiped out."

"What's the matter?"

"Live until you find a reason to live."

The man was silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed wildly, unpredictable and cruel: "Is my life only worth one favor?"

She didn't answer.It was the first time in her life that she felt the dullness and turbidity of the word "jianghu", and she didn't like this feeling.

Lian Wuxia froze, and finally woke himself up from the long river of complicated thoughts.A boundary marker appeared in front of my eyes, with three vague words on it, Yuanjiao Village.

Relying on her intuition, she actually found the two in a daze, but she only had time to see the red-haired man covered in blood pull out the long sword from Jianxue's heart, and the rainbow formed by the blood flow stretched into the distance.The man chased after him without hesitation, his long flaming hair fluttered wildly, revealing an extremely familiar face.

Feng Zen with a sword, or the boy who swallowed Buddha?

In Jian Xue's life, there have been many "whys" that are innumerable.

Where did heaven and earth come from?

What kind of rules drive the change of the sun, moon, stars, seasons, time and space?

All things come and go, but where did the first ancestors come from?

The world is vast, who am I?All living beings, where did I come from?Impermanence is in a hurry, where should I go to find my way back?

No one wants to listen to a strange swordsman's nagging questions, so he learned to be silent until he made his first friend in his life.

He answered many of his "whys", but brought him more deadlocked "whys".

Why is there hatred and killing?

Why do the same people have soul divisions who hate each other?

Why do they belong to the same body, but they can only kill and save each other?

Why do I have to face such a choice between advance and retreat?

Why no matter how much Yijian Fengchan hated and struggled, he was no match for the encroachment of Tunfo boy's evil thoughts?

Why no matter how hard he tried, he had to watch Yijian Fengchan step by step towards the path of extinction in the end?

Why did he find his past, but found that neither he nor Yijian Fengchan had lost his future?

why!

why! !

why! ! !

This time, no one answered his "why".

Amidst the wild and wanton laughter of the monsters, Jianxue could only see endless blood red in his remaining eyesight.There seems to be the sound of golden spears in the depths, intermittent, and it is difficult to distinguish clearly.

It is Lian Changsheng.Jian Xue realized in a daze that she was still here after all.

The body that had been standing still collapsed.

The heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, the heart was beating crazily as if it was exploding, and the mouth was instantly filled with the smell of blood. Lian Wuxia didn't care about the pain of the collapse of his body, and forcibly sacrificed Chisu Danqing, and Xuan Lie's energy aroused thousands Among the plum shadows and curly twigs, amidst the dark fragrance and bitterness, a section of the pardon exploded into a bloody mist.

The sound of weapons clashing was continuous, more than half of Wuxia's training body collapsed, Tunfo boy was seriously injured, and each other only supported each other with an unrelenting will in their chests.In the boundless scarlet, no one can see who's figure clearly, the only thing that can be seen is the eyes of each other.

Broken, broken, desperate.

Cold, cynical, ruthless.

Silently, a teardrop slid down from the beryl-colored cheek, swirled along with the evasive movement, touched the ice-like sword blade that quietly appeared by her neck at unknown times, splashed and shattered, fall apart.

There seemed to be a slight tremor.

After a slight to elusive moment of stagnation, the frosty figure followed the blood red killer and went away resolutely.

Lian Wuxia was gasping for a fishy sweet breath, her weak arms could not support the weight of Chisu Danqing, and she almost threw this fairy plum that she had cherished so much to the ground.The numb mind didn't realize this fact, only the palm covered with cold sweat subconsciously clenched.

Behind him, Jian Xue's standing figure was crumbling.

The secluded and bright Chisu Danqing was resolutely thrown by the owner among the ruins everywhere.Lian Wuxia rushed forward to catch Jian Xue.The blood splashed from the opponent's chest splashed into her eyes, and the sour and hot touch made the world red in an instant.

"Why!" she asked blankly and silently into those ice-clear blue eyes.

Jian Xue didn't answer, but tried her best to concentrate her distracted eyes, looking in the direction where the man disappeared.The blood that opened in his chest paved a long road of blood, reflected in his eyes, he saw reluctance, worry, nostalgia, but there was no trace of resentment.

Lian Wuxia wanted to shout, but she couldn't make any sound. When she regained consciousness, she found that she had fallen to the ground with Jian Xue in her arms, and was desperately pouring the zhenqi in her body into his body. Whether it works or not.Jian Xue's lips moved silently, and there were a few broken words of comfort, but she couldn't hear anything, and her whole heart was only filled with one thought: save him!

save him……

save him.

Snow fluffed down, covering up all non-whiteness and warmth.Lian Wuxia lowered his head straight, watching Jian Xue's dark green hair covered with snow, the snow beads were melted away by the meager residual warmth of the deceased, and then froze on the body where the residual warmth had dissipated, and then were Thicker snowflakes drowned.

She shuddered once, then again, trembling uncontrollably.

This snow is too cold.

"Whoever says that evil people have no way, there is even the evil of loving plums in the sword. I often look at the plum face, the proud bones and ice marks, and finally keep clean, how long is the world!" Wuxia once had a broken precepts monk who was destined to shelter from the rain in the same hut.

Lian Wuxia suddenly looked up.Her hair was slightly disheveled, her cheeks and eyelashes were covered with reddish ice marks, and she couldn't tell which were blood, which were snow, and which were tears, and she looked extremely embarrassed.There is only a pair of eyes with shining pupils, full of expectations that are like walking on thin ice.

However, the breaking monk looked back at her, and only sighed: "Little friend, Jianxie is dead."

Lian Wuxia shook his head vigorously in a daze.who diedShe doesn't know.All she knew was that Jian Xue was not dead, he clearly still had breathing and body temperature, as long as he injected enough true energy, as long as he applied a delicate elixir, as long as...

"To practice longevity, don't let your eyes be blinded by the confusion of your heart!" said the monk who broke the precepts.His persuasion was very earnest, but Lian Wuxia couldn't hear anything, he just lowered his head numbly, and hugged the cold body in his arms even tighter.

The monk who broke the precepts waved his fan and pointed to the sky: "Practicing Changsheng, since your third eye can see the past of people, you should see the true nature of sword evil." The feather fan swayed leisurely, but it mentioned a story that was dusty in memory. "A long time ago, Master Yilian showed great compassion, used profound Buddhist teachings to save the monster Jiupan God, and used his life's power to forge the holy sword to kill the commandment, and gave another monster boy who swallowed Buddha a free life, which opened this world. A game of Buddha and demon. Sword evil, human evil, demon Buddha, Buddha demon, the same starting point, but there are three thousand different possibilities. Standing at this point of fate, Tunfo boy is indeed leading the game. But reincarnation has its own It's fixed, who knows how it will end?"

"Flowers fall impermanently, lotus blooms sometimes, little friend, don't be obsessed with love, let go, let Jianxie return to his origin."

Lian Wuxia heard it in a daze, but shook his head.Life and death are the most important matters in the universe, how can we ignore them?What's more, Jian Xue is still alive, even if his body temperature is a little cold and his breathing is so weak that he can't hear it, he must still be alive!How could he die!

She glared at the broken monk, but under the staring eyes of the broken monk, she couldn't write a word of rebuttal.The cold hand was unsteady, and the person in his arms fell into the wind and snow. The dark green hair fluttered slightly, and it was stained with a few stars of cold frost.

She just knelt in the snow empty-handedly, staring blankly at the broken precept monk carrying Jianxue on his back.The two lines of footprints started from under the sandals of the monk who broke the monastery, and gradually elongated and elongated in the pure white world, becoming a black silhouette at the end of the world.Her legs were numb from the cold snow, she got up on all fours, followed a few steps in a dazed and staggering manner, suddenly froze, but struggled to climb up to the back of the cliff, wiped her face, and headed in the opposite direction recklessly chase after.

Jian Xue said that at least one person returned after this battle.But now, he's gone, but he hasn't come back.

She wants to bring him back.It doesn't matter whether they can be chased back or not, and it doesn't matter who the "he" is after all, and it doesn't matter why they have to be chased back.As long as she chases him back, she must chase him back.

People are evil and swords are evil, Feng Chan is swords and snow.How could the sound of the flute and the flute, which fit so peacefully and filled the entire time, never be heard again?

She is always one step late.

Looking at the man standing on the hill overlooking the sea of ​​red lotus, he laughed wildly, as if a huge drum was beating rapidly on Lian Wuxia's chest, again and again, finally, the heavy sound wave viciously Torn the drumhead—in a blinding forte, the sky and the earth were dark.

At the moment of falling down, there are vaguely many pictures passing through the gaps of scattered tears in front of my eyes, and they are fleeting, as if the floating light is in the shadows, like a dream and an illusion.

The little girl let go of the leading hand and ran all the way, laughing all the way behind her, and suddenly leaned over and pushed hard, and the door deep in the dream opened heavily.A ray of light slowly precipitated from behind, and suddenly opened into a bright and pale sky - the sky is covered with chaotic plain snow, the ground is covered with curly white plums, and between the sky and the ground, there is a man lying on his back. Under the plum tree, the curse seal on the forehead is as fresh as fire, but the long hair is the green of deep moss, spread out leisurely, with a few white spots on it, it is hard to tell whether it is snow or falling flowers.The cold and cold fragrance swayed in the strong wind, and the black and thick gorgeous robes danced with the wind, like a phantom in the snow between the sky and the earth.

He put down the jug, and a few drops of wine splashed on the clothes, but he just glanced at it and stopped paying attention. He stared at him with blue eyes like sword light and snow: "Meet you again, son."

"You like Baimei too?"

"I originally thought that there would be no devils like this kind of plain and colorless flower, except for my out-of-date old thing."

In the past, there was a demon named Jiupan, who was intelligent and speculative.

In the past, there was a Buddha's son Jianxue who was nameless, proud and Bingxin.

Jiupan Jianxue loves plums all his life.

"That box of Bishuang Qingxue and two urns of newly brewed Fenghongzui cannot be given away from now on." After many years, Mrs. Changsheng rubbed the little girl's head and said, "After the story is told, I know I was wrong." Is it gone?"

"Understood, I shouldn't peek at mother's handwriting." The little girl wiped the corners of her red eyes, and the tip of her hair shook slightly, and then she brought out a series of ringtones as clear as spring rain.Mrs. Changsheng caressed her down hair, and said with a smile on her lips, "When you grow up a bit, Mother will naturally pass it on to you, but now, the time has not yet come."

The girl said "oh" obediently, and after a while, she still couldn't hold back her curiosity: "What happened next? Uncle Jianxie and Uncle Renxie disappeared like this? Is it really irreparable?"

"Later..." Mrs. Changsheng lowered her eyes and wrapped her fingers around the purple glazed magic beads hanging from her ears.As she grows older, the majesty in her actions becomes more and more dignified. Only when she is doing this movement, can she faintly discern the indistinct aura of the majestic drooping light from the past.

"There is no later." She said lightly.

The dead cannot be chased, and those who come are impermanent. Even a towering mountain will be grinded into a vast ocean. What's more, this body is small, but the world is just a fly?After all, the two evils have passed away, except for the legend of the Northern Territory where people and evil swords meet evil and hate each other, there is no trace left - just like the life named Lian Wuxia that was annihilated in the magic fire.

"The only thing I remember is the day when the two evils died together, the plum blossoms all fell, and there was a heavy snowfall."

The years silently sink into the depths of the pupils of the special eyes, and the water is not moving.

"It's raining and snowing."

"It's raining and snowing."

The author has something to say: This chapter should be accompanied by the theme song of the movie "Ashoka" "Crying Heartily", but I couldn't find a suitable external link to the website, so I had to ask fellow Taoists to find out and listen to it.

As stated at the beginning of this volume, the author's original version of the double evil volume was discarded because it was incomprehensible, and the inspiration for the new draft comes from this piece.The sound lines of the Indian bamboo flute and the sitar tremble appropriately, as if they are sighing self-deprecatingly after being mistaken by fate. The soft butterfly wings ignited by the night fire, and the peacock feathers submerged in the embers of the fire are so beautiful that they are meaningless.

Just like the relationship that withers before blooming

Therefore, the theme of this volume is "no fate", no fate to survive personality, no chance to have a long-lasting confidant, no chance to wake up love, no chance to escape the doom.Only when Mrs. Changsheng's brushstrokes fell on "Notes of Changsheng", once the dust settled in the past, separated by the heavy snow, the fragrance remained the same.For this reason, the Meiyuan Juan of Changsheng Notebook is also called Xiangru.

This is the end of the double evil scroll, fellow divers, please come out of the water, the author’s fungus pot has been topped, please feel free to shoot bricks

Unfathomable, unfathomable.Covering the sky and carrying the earth, the endowment is invisible.Chong and Xu Ying, turbid and Xu Qing.Plant it and plug it in the world, and spread it across the world.Giving is endless, but there is no day and night.Shu Zhi is in Liuhe, and the volume is not enough to grasp.Covenant can expand, secluded can be bright, weak can be strong, soft can be firm

——Adapted from "Huainanzi·Yuan Dao Xun"

It is better to forget each other than to stay in the rivers and lakes

——Quoted from "Zhuangzi The Great Master"