Longevity: The Flawless Dream

The white-haired swordsman continued to walk the rivers and lakes, hiding in the dark to help Mu Shaoai and Tan Wuyu, but Su Zhenzhen, who was the deity, left behind the Taoist scriptures like a hill and turned to medical books, busy and leisurely. With this, saving lives and treating others are the same.After all, he is a rare genius doctor in the world, combined with Mu Shaoai's collection of books, within half a month he came up with the method of joining and training the vocal cords of longevity. It is nothing more than cutting open the throat cavity, closing the broken vocal cords, and then using golden needles to stimulate them regeneration.

This method sounds quite scary. When Su Zhenzhen mentioned it to Lian Wuxia, it was not that she was worried that she would refuse because of fear.Unexpectedly, Lian Wuxia nodded lightly after thinking for a while, but shook his head after a while, his eyes hesitated: "The wounds of the old year can be regenerated, so... can the severed limbs of the past be regenerated?"

Su Zhenzhen thought about it for a while, and realized that she was referring to her junior sister Gong Zixuan: "If you can properly preserve the severed limb, or find a limb with a suitable physique, it is not difficult to continue. But if you want to grow a new limb out of thin air Limbs, you need to use tiger and wolf medicine to stimulate your body's potential, not only will your life be overdrawn, but the new limbs will have no difference in daily activities, and it will be difficult to restore their strength."

Lian Wuxia's gaze dimmed, Su Zhenzhen's words were no different from Long Su's deduction.Zixuan's broken arm, Yaoshi Wangjiu, had brought her wordless disappointment time and time again in the past, and when she heard the man she fell in love with made such an assertion, she felt even more sad in her heart.She lowered her head and raised her eyebrows, and quietly returned to the previous topic: "Su Huanzhen, please use medicine to make me sleepy."

"This is natural. After applying the medicine, the Taoist priest will fall asleep immediately, and will not feel any pain..." Su Zhenzhen was halfway through speaking, and he couldn't say anything more when he met Shang Lian Wuxia's clear and pulsed eyes.He suddenly realized that what Lian Wuxia was afraid of was not the horror and pain of cutting his throat, but the uncontrollable tenderness when he was close to him, which would make her painful and even more embarrassing for him.

And after getting rid of the control of the surging seven emotions, Lian Changsheng's nature has never been unwilling to make others embarrassing because of himself.

Su is really speechless.

Lian Wuxia's vocal cords had already shrunk due to being broken for too long, and the throat cutting operation had caused a lot of damage to the body. It took a full ten years before the bandages were removed.The strange thing is that the scar left by the fatal wound in her childhood couldn't be removed despite her warming up and applying elixir for thousands of years. After removing the bandage this time, her skin healed as before.Lian Wuxia stared at his clean and unmarked neck in the mirror, always feeling that he could vaguely see a certain end and a beginning.

It wasn't until Su Zhenzhen asked her to try to make a sound that she turned her eyes to Su Zhenzhen, hesitated and tried to speak, her lips opened and closed several times, but she couldn't make a sound.

"The bad ones are not skilled in medicine." Su Zhenzhen sighed, with a bit of shame in his voice, but also a bit of regret.

"I don't blame you... I just need time to get used to it." She smiled slightly, "I have lost my voice for more than a thousand years, and I have forgotten how to speak." The beautiful plum color seems to be sad for losing her voice for thousands of years, but also seems to be happy for regaining the ability to speak, and also seems to be happy for Su Zhenzhen's concern for her.

What is the meaning behind this smile, even if the wisdom is so true, I can't tell or distinguish it.

After half a month, Lian Wuxia finally managed to say the first sentence since he remembered.

At that time, she was standing in front of a stone wall at the foot of the cliff, looking up at the surging clouds in the sky, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on her body, it seemed that the purple figure was covered with a layer of radiant halo, which was incomparably beautiful. .Feeling that Su Zhenzhen was really watching behind her, she turned her head and gave him a slight smile, but seeing the divine light, it seemed that it would melt into the heaven and earth, and it seemed that the beauty had nothing to do with the world.

She pointed to the sea of ​​clouds above and said, "Su Zhenzhen, look."

The voice is extremely delicate, but the ending has a bit of a natural tremor. On other women, it is soft and seductive, but to her, it is just a colorful and flawless beauty in a world of ice and snow.

She said, Su Zhenzhen, you see.

Su Zhenzhen calmed down and looked in the direction of her finger, but saw the clouds billowing, rushing past a mountain in the sky, like a galloping horse, like a mountain forest, like a vast sea, but suddenly, the clear sky appeared Rubi.The light was dimmed, and it turned out that the sea of ​​clouds was surging to the sky above the head, and the sun, which was still shining incomparably a moment ago, also lost its momentum and retreated behind.Such a leisurely scene made him feel a little admiration.

Lian Wuxia stared at the cloud, and his mind went back to the long time ago along the time.In the past, my mother climbed to the top of Pingshan Mountain, watched the clouds for several years, and realized the unfeeling immortality. The clouds that my mother saw at that time were different from the clouds that she saw when she was trapped in a lost valley today.Similar geometry?

Even if there are many different situations, the cloud is always between changing and staying the same.This is one line of the avenue.

As she thought about it, she unknowingly chanted: "Wild cranes and solitary clouds are idle in their work, and the breeze and bright moon lead their lives. Thousands of mountains are upright and down to collect clouds and energy, and the four seas are bright and bright [Qiu Chuji's "Shu Huai"]." Long and long, it really is as Su Zhenzhen once imagined, with a light, delicate and subtle charm.

"Su Huanzhen, it turns out that the sea of ​​clouds seen from Migu in Xianni is no different from the waves seen from Pingshan." Lian Wuxia turned his head to look at Suzhen, his purple hair was blown by the wind , covered half of his face, but a faint smile was clearly revealed in the gaps in the hair, "Only by practicing Changsheng today can I realize the deep meaning of the 'ruthless way' that my mother said."

The sound of the dragon chant resounded, but it was she who flew into the air and drew the duckweed sword out of its sheath. The sword danced like white and cold snow. When the light of the sword subsided, there were already seven lines on the high mountain wall. Character.

"If love is not affection, then love is love."

"Immortal Dao's ultimate love, too much forgetting love."

"Question: What does it look like?"

"It's called the flower in the mirror,"

"It's called retting in the water,"

"It's called fire from ice,"

"It's called the body in a dream."

Turning the long sword back into its sheath, and slowly falling to the ground, the purple clothes danced like dancers, Lian Wuxia silently stared at the inscription on the stone wall, and suddenly understood something: "It turns out that my mother comprehended the word "ruthless" that night." way'."

"Who does Taoist Lian refer to?" Su Zhenzhen asked in wonder.

Lian Wuxia didn't speak anymore, his eyes were far away, but he thought of that windy night hundreds of years ago, when Lian Emei stood on the top of Pingshan Mountain, overlooking the sea of ​​clouds below, half of his face was beautiful and revealing. From the heart of isolation and loneliness.At that time, Lian Emei asked her a question: "Wuxia, you have practiced with me for 600 years, do you understand what is the way of ruthlessness?"

It turned out to be the case.

It wasn't until this moment that she realized that her mother had loved Uncle Lin. Maybe her mother understood, maybe she had never noticed her heart, maybe this love had been flowing quietly for a long time, or maybe it was just for a moment... My heart is shaking... In short, my mother did love her.

It's just that at the next moment, after the epiphany, the Dao Xin is as clear as the sun and the moon and born in the sky, and the stars are ignorant under the brilliant light.The affection that was once silent is like the epiphyllum in the dark night, withering suddenly.

"Su Zhenzhen, perhaps, I will go back to Pingshan in a while." Lian Wuxia said softly, not knowing whether to say it to Su Zhenzhen or to himself, "I will tell my mother that the problems of that year have been solved by me. There is an answer."

She also wanted to tell her mother that she met a man named Su Huan, who was her own oath-breaker. I am willing to accept my affection...but I have never regretted that he broke the oath between heaven and man.

This sentence, even until the end of life, will not change.

"Pingshan Daowei, even the inferior ones yearn for it, but it's a pity that we don't have the chance to see it." Su Zhenzhen sighed.The Alien Demon Realm has lost its arrogance recently, and has made no major moves other than clamoring for the devil's heart from the Sanctuary. However, judging from the strength revealed in the past, the Demon Realm is really strong inside, and there must be a conspiracy in the current temporary retreat.He had a premonition that the master of the demon palace in the demon world lost his demon heart because of Pingshan's practice of Emei. In the future, he must practice Emei again in order to end this thousand-year-old Taoist case—how can we invite this expert? What about falling into the mortal world?

Lian Wuxia tilted his head and smiled at him: "Mother is jealous by nature. If the situation is really miserable under the flames of alien magic, mother will let Pingshan fall to the ground without the help of others. But because of one person, as long as the situation is still under control , it is not the time for Pingshan to fall to the ground."

Jealous of evil like hatred, but unwilling to leave the mountain until the situation can't be dealt with, such a contradiction has a lot of hidden meaning, Su Zhenzhen immediately said: "Su Mou would like to hear more about it."

"I have an uncle who is my mother's biological younger brother. His temperament..." Lian Wuxia hesitated for a moment, "I am not on the same path as the vast majority of people in the world."

The dragon had nine sons, each of which was different, and it was reasonable for Pingshan Lian'emei to have a stubborn younger brother.It might make a soft-tempered person like Lian Wuxia think that a person with a surly temper would be so surly?Su Zhenzhen asked humbly: "Dare to ask Uncle Ling's name?"

"The mad dragon laughed." Lian Wuxia said.

This time Su Zhenzhen was really taken aback: "The master of the pit of evil, Kuanglong, is actually Pingshan Lian'emei's brother? It's surprising." Lian Emei, Kuanglong laughed, one for righteousness, one for evil, One is clear and the other is turbid, just like nine high clouds in the sky and nine secluded yellow springs are irrelevant. Who would have thought that they are actually blood relatives? "The mad dragon has been in the pit of evil for hundreds of years, and the age when the main peak of Pingshan disappeared... Could there be a connection between the two?"

"I don't know the details of each school. I only know one sentence, 'If Pingshan does not fall to the ground, the mad dragon will not leave the pass.'" Lian Wuxia looked at Xiang Suzhen with a serious expression, "The day Pingshan falls to the ground, the Pit of Sin opens when."

For hundreds of years, Uncle Kuanglong has used his own strength as a town to imprison countless villains in the sin pit, allowing them to fight and kill each other.Just like raising Gu, those who can survive to the end are all vicious people.Once the Pit of Sin is opened, I don't know how many wicked people will come out. At that time, the disaster of the Pit of Sin will not be far away even if it is inferior to the catastrophe of the alien world.And how should the Pingshan lineage deal with themselves at that time?Not to mention that Uncle Kuang Long, who is his mother's younger brother, is his adopted son Xiang Rixie, thinking of the acquaintance in the past, Lian Wuxia would not fight against him.

Since its inception, the Sin Pit organization has been the enemy that the Pingshan family least wants to face.

Su Zhenzhen's expression remained unchanged, but Lian Wuxia still caught the fleeting disappointment in his mind. She turned her head, looked at the dense clouds in the sky again, and silently suppressed the words in her heart - even so, if you want to ... If you are willing to follow me back to Pingshan, my mother will be happy to see you.

After understanding the true meaning of the ruthless way, she will no longer suffer from the sprouting of seven emotions, let alone damage her body.Before breaking the oath, this epiphany would have raised her cultivation by more than one level, but now, she is still struggling to make any progress.There is no other reason, only because her affection has not been fulfilled so far.

There was a slight pain in his chest, not like the heart-wrenching pain in the past when his body was damaged, but with a slightly sour taste.She pressed her heart lightly, the light in her eyes gradually turned into a gloomy color.

"Lian Changsheng, do you feel unwell?" Su Zhenzhen broke away from his thoughts, seeing Lian Wuxia pressing his hands on his heart and looking dazed from the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help asking.

Lian Wuxia heard the concern in his gentle voice, and the sourness in his heart continued unabated, but he slowly lowered his hand, shook his head and smiled calmly at him: "No problem."

The author has something to say: According to the plan, I want to write about Tunfo, but I have no choice but to write more than half a chapter of Wuxia Wuqing.

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