Longevity: The Flawless Dream

There was once a Taoist immortal who left a profound verse, shouted like blue, and let go of the cliff: "This year's winter solstice, the plum blossoms are still snow-covered."

Indigo Feather Fenglian traveled with Shi Linglong and Jiuzhang Fuzang. When they passed by the old place of Pingshan, the distance was not too far , more than thirty years have passed.

Zhi Linglong looked up curiously for a long while, but apart from the endless sea of ​​clouds, there was no shadow of the majestic Pingshan in the rumors, and she couldn't help but feel disappointed: "I can't see anything, it seems that I am not a destined person." Yes." Hearing the words of Jiuzhang Fuzang, some smiles appeared in Peach Blossom's eyes, and he said thoughtfully: "Jiuzhang Fuzang also didn't see half of the vision. I think you and I are not from the Pingshan sect, so naturally we can't enter through it. Now, I remember that there is a plum grove nearby, the scenery is very beautiful, why don't you go there and have a look?"

Under his scorching and gentle gaze, Linglong was a little shy: "I feel very good," she turned her face awkwardly, and looked at Indigo Feather Wind Lotus as if asking for help, "Feng Lian, what do you think?"

There was a bit of trance on the indigo-feathered wind lotus-like face, but he was in a trance after being summoned by Shi Linglong: "Didn't you hear it?" Li Li, "...it's Luming."

"Lu Ming?" Shi Linglong looked around, "Where are there deer, could it be that you heard it wrong?"

Jiuzhang Fuzang looked solemn, and unfolded his folding fan: "I should take back what I said just now. It seems that brother Fenglian has a long-term relationship with this fairyland in Pingshan." Although it was set up by Lianyun people to seal off the mountain formation, the surrounding mountains are all the remnants of Pingshan Mountain. Naturally, there are many legends about Pingshan Mountain. It is said that Miaoyan Chuiguanglian Changsheng, the first disciple of Pingshan Mountain, once planted plum trees on a certain peak Three thousand, for a long time to grow into a forest, it is the plum forest I mentioned just now."

"Miaoyan Chuiguang was involved in a strange calamity and died, but her mount, Yunlu Qingya, was still stationed at Pingshan. According to local legends, although the main peak of Pingshan is hidden behind the clouds, it is not without clouds. When the fog cleared. By chance, when the clouds broke through the fog, they caught a glimpse of a cliff shaped like a white deer on the peak. They presumably were transformed by that green cliff. When the moon is full, they can hear the deer's cry Bright and bright, it will last for a long time on the top of the Nine Heavens."

Shi Linglong was fascinated by what she heard, but Indigo Feather Fenglian was inexplicably distracted.Jiuzhang Terzang, who had been secretly observing him, had a flash of a smile on his face, and then pretended to be puzzled and called out: "Brother Fenglian, brother Fenglian?"

Indigo Feather Wind Lotus regained consciousness: "Huh?"

Jiuzhang Fuzang folded the fan together, and suggested: "It's rare to talk about this legend of the fairy family, empty talk is boring, why don't you and I combine sentences, I don't know what Brother Fenglian thinks?"

Indigo Feather Wind Lotus was noncommittal, and only looked at the lupine in her hand, which was as blue as a cloud, and suddenly murmured: "Why is the sun and the moon hurrying? The suffering in this world is over."

"The fairy has gone without a trace, and the white deer is left on the old mountain." Jiuzhang Fuzang said loudly.

"People have gone to the deer and have no home. They live alone and look at the clouds in the city." Indigo Feather Fenglian said.

"So far, I have heard that there are cave visitors, Yelaijiang City is called Pingsha." Jiuzhang Fuzang said.

"Long pines and thousands of trees are bleak, and people are not far away from the fairy palace. The white deer singing at night is safe, and the autumn grass is all over the mountain." Indigo Feather Lotus made four sentences in a row, and after finishing speaking, she was lost for a long time.So Jiuzhang Fuzang confirmed his guess, and said with a half-smile: "Brother Fenglian really feels deeply, I feel ashamed."

Indigo Feather Wind Lotus didn't answer.Jiuzhang Fuzang said to Shi Linglong: "Brother Fenglian should not be disturbed by foreign objects when he suddenly realizes. Miss Linglong, let's move to another place and leave him alone." Shi Linglong responded softly, followed Jiuzhang Fuzang After walking a few steps, he turned his head and glanced at Fenglian because of an inexplicable touch.

A cloud of water rose from nowhere and permeated behind him, and Mei Ying, whose color was like black ink, floated around, just like a misty rain in the cave.The woman's figure blurred from the center, the toes touched lightly, and the plain white silk shoes were like a mist of separation and reunion, falling silently to the ground.

"Who are you?" Shi Linglong exclaimed.

The woman had her eyes closed, but she opened them slowly when she heard the cry, meeting the gaze of Feng Lian who happened to turn her head.

It was as if Emperor Wa gently blew his first breath on the inanimate clay puppet, as if some kind of incredible life wheel began to spin in the dark, as if the broken silk threads were connected into thousands of knots one by one.There was a rippling background in the deep and blurred black eyes.

In the year when her spiritual knowledge reached three points, Indigo Feather Fenglian met a woman who forgot her name and could only use "Mei" as her nickname.And in the winter of the year when the three lotus became one, the plum blossoms transplanted by Lian Wuxia to Migu in Xianni finally bloomed again. He collected the fallen flowers and cold snow and gave them to Mrs. Mei. The fragrance sinks and floats on the clear tea soup.The milky white tea mist envelops, and then the woman's delicate eyebrows are like the sparse shadows of cold flowers behind the snow mist, which seems to be familiar.The voice is soft, gentle and polite, neither far nor near, just right: "Please."

Su Zhenzhen thanked him and raised his glass to savor.

"Fenglian, what were you reading just now?" Mrs. Mei asked.

"A mysterious scripture copied by an old friend," he said.

Is it?There was a slight smile in Mrs. Mei's moist eyes.But she has good eyesight, and just now she can see clearly the content on the page with just one glance. The scriptures in the "Qing Jing Jing" are correct, but at the foot of the page is written a small poem in very soft and beautiful small letters: At dusk, the wind blows, and the leaves fall on the branches.If you are loyal, you will worry about the unknown.

The words are lingering and affectionate, clearly a tone of deep love.The identity of this "old friend" cannot be ignored.

But if Su really didn't say anything, Mrs. Mei wouldn't ask.

All the sins of fate that are constantly being cut and messed up, after the bustling end, with the arrival of a dream that confused reality and illusion, they turned into friendship, acquainted with each other, but they also stop at the end, will not Then there are many others.Perhaps, if there hadn't been that erroneous oath between heaven and man, this would have been the normal state between the leader of the martial arts, Su Huanzhen, and the disciple of Xianmen, Lian Changsheng.

If love is not love, love is also love.The ultimate love in the immortal way, the supreme love - what is it like?Flowers in the mirror, retting in water, fire on ice... body in a dream.

After the catastrophe in Shenzhou, Su Zhenzhen came to the place where he practiced Wuxia and enlightened the Tao.

He unexpectedly discovered that he actually remembered many things about her.The paperweight on the table, she used it to hold down the volumes of the "Qing Jing Jing" that was about to be written; The bell, she used to pick crystals and exquisite stones from the Western Mountains, and skillfully weave them together; the small stove with dust turned into mud, she used to cook tea; the lying stone by the lake, she used to sit on it and play the piano...

The plum tree she planted by hand has already grown gracefully, and the stone wall behind it is covered with wet moss. Su Zhenzhen scraped off the moss, revealing the smooth stone surface and the graceful and flying handwriting.It is still the verse she inscribed when she realized the ruthless way in her memory, but there is an extra sentence at the end at some point. The slender notches are like the subtle thoughts of a woman, and the edges and corners have been worn away by the years. Clear content.

I wish to be a lotus pond tree in my next life, waiting for your return every year.

Su Zhenzhen was stunned, and suddenly felt a soft touch, with a swipe of his hand, there was a fallen plum blossom between his fingers, the bright red was better than blood.

After the winter solstice, the plum blossoms depend on people, and the plum blossoms remain the same.

The author has something to say: So far, Wuxiaer's story has come to an end.Finally, at the end, I wrote Mrs. Mei in the supporting role column, a small foreshadowing that is not considered a foreshadowing, Mrs. Mei's final name is Mei Yiren.

The life experience of Su Rixian and the origin of Mrs. Mei will be explained in the episode "Suri Wuxin Su Rixian".

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This year's winter solstice, plum blossoms still condense snow——Words from Bai Yuchan

Su Zhenzhen and Jiuzhang Fuzang Quoting Su Shi's "White Deer in the Immortal Capital"

The small poem written at the footer of the Qingjing Sutra is quoted from "Qingxi Xiaonuqu"