Longevity: The Flawless Dream

The author has something to say: The flowers are similar every year——From Liu Xiyi in "The Pulsatilla of Generations"

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Lian Wuxia, or in other words, when Changsheng came to the door for the last time, Long Su had already lived in seclusion for the second time, and his residence had also been moved from Confucianism to Sanfenchun/Se.All relatives and friends refused to visit, especially a certain white-haired old man, who was firmly blocked out of the door by the sign he put up that said "Swords and dogs are not allowed".Even if the Buddha Sword said it, it took a lot of effort to find his territory later.

However, it was not unexpected for Long Su to find Changsheng, because he had sent the road map of his residence as early as in the previous correspondence.Despite his special status at that time, Long Su was not worried that Chang Sheng would do anything against him.In any case, she is not a person with malicious intentions, not to mention that Long Su continued to associate with her, more or less because of the identity behind her.

The wealth in the world is very powerful, but Confucianism occupies one-third of the world. The wealth is so great, but it has survived to this day because of watching the affairs of the world from the sidelines.However, the world of Confucianism is so powerful that the various forces have not been able to get their hands on it. It is also related to the smooth and exquisite methods of Shulou Longsu, who is the leader of the dragon.

When she came to the door, Long Su was still taking a nap. After receiving the notification, he rushed to meet her, and heard her chatting and laughing with Xianfeng from a distance.

"Master said, your Celestial Eye should have been cultivated to the stage of Dacheng, and you can see infinite things in the past, future, up, down, and four directions. Is it true?"

"Sister Mu also believes such jokes?"

"The master is too lazy to lie to me! Don't change the subject, I really want to know, can you see what my future is like?"

"No."

"No... that means you really saw it? Good sister, whether you are sure or not, tell me something at least!"

"I saw you and Brother Mo's children replaced the candles in the amethyst glazed lanterns of the palace lanterns with firecrackers, and pulled out the epiphyllum from Shulou Xifeng."

"..."

"Seriously, Sister Mu, why haven't you and Brother Mo got married yet?"

After all, Xianfeng is a girl in her boudoir, it's no wonder she's not ashamed to be teased like this.Just as Long Su was thinking about it, he saw Mu Xianfeng rushing out covering his blushing face. He didn't even bother to salute his master, and ran away without looking back.

Long Su couldn't help laughing, and the woman in that room had stood up, wearing black clothes and purple hair, crowned with black stone, with a small white peacock feather as the center of her eyebrows, like an eye made of ice and snow, soft and cold.She stood contemplatively, her gaze settling in the gloomy and clear that had penetrated a hundred years, and she smiled at him from afar.

"Senior Shulou."

Long Su was in a trance with some emotion, and after recovering, he moved up and said as he walked, "Mrs. Changsheng came too urgently. I didn't inform you in advance, and I couldn't set up eight people in the court to welcome Fangjia. It would really damage the Confucianism if it spread. The image of respecting courtesy!"

"To me, when did senior Shulou be so polite?" The woman just laughed, her voice was smoky and quiet, like a ray of phantom exhaled in the quiet night, under the cold moon, and the haze in the sky on the cold river.

"Courtesy cannot be discarded, etiquette cannot be discarded!" Long Su said with a smile, shaking his fan.After ordering again to prepare the best fragrant tea and fruit, Long Su just looked at the woman opposite.In his impression, every time he saw Changsheng, the other person seemed to change his appearance, and the more beautiful he became.It is probably because of the growing charm with age.Looking at this elegantly dressed and gracefully dressed person now, compared with the little hairy girl in a simple Taoist robe and hair tied up in a bun when I first met him, he seems to be different from the same person.

Long Su shared the folding fan: "Won't you introduce me to the young hero next to me?"

Chang Sheng glanced at him with a smile, pointed at the purple-clothed and black-haired boy and said, "Naraku's Night Snack." Just as he finished speaking, before Long Su could open his mouth, the boy named Xiao had a frozen and crystal-clear face. After a while, they greeted each other: "Shu, Lou, Ye, Ye."

As soon as the words came out, even Long Su's gorgeous and incomparable brain couldn't help but froze: "This seniority... is really surprising."

Changsheng smiled very warmly: "Should the younger generation be proud of being able to surprise the seniors of Shulou?" After speaking, his smile was slightly closed, and he just pointed out an excuse and sent Xiao out, "Xiao is my adopted son, He was born with the mind of a child. After many years of teaching, he still looks like this, so I thought, send him into the world of Confucianism."

That's right, the woman in front of me is no longer that ignorant little girl, but a woman, even a mother.Long Su smirked lightly: "Is this son related to the septic evil?" He was very similar to the rebirth of the first night of the strange evil, and since the rebirth of Ye died at the hands of Long Su, the Confucianism world has been against him. The body was extensively studied.Long Su, who has a deep research on septic blood and evil, and at the same time has a large amount of information on the Simon family, is indeed the best candidate to teach Xiao.

"Senior Wisdom Eye." Changsheng nodded, "Xiao was picked up by the junior on the snow-capped mountains, and it was not until recent years that I had any guesses about his origin."

"When Dasheng was defeated in Yanfuti Cave, he was determined to create a perfect septic blood and evil. For this reason, he took Ning Anxuebian from Jianzi with painstaking efforts, and exchanged for Mr. Butterfly to translate. He even did not hesitate to cooperate with Tunfo boy to help him liberate the alien world, and with the help of the alien world, he created a modified body of alien evil. Xiaodang came from this." Long Su said, "However, look at its breath , martial arts, wisdom, and even appearance, are not comparable to ordinary septic blood and evil. Not only is Feng Ye, who was regarded as a perfect creation by Ye Zhongsheng back then, far inferior to Feng Ye, even Ye Zhongsheng himself is far inferior to your adopted son Still worse."

"Senior, do you mean... appearance?" Chang Sheng asked.

Long Su said: "If Simon was at Xiao's age, he should have had this face." After a pause, he said with a slight smile, "Interesting, the first night of the strange evil who was abandoned by Simon and vowed to kill bloodthirsty people was reborn , actually created a creation similar to Simon."

Changsheng was not surprised: "No wonder when I look at Xiao, I always feel that he is [-]% similar to the grandson of Xia Dao."

"Have you met that Nie Wu?"

"When I grow up, I have learned to be rebellious. I must replace 'five benevolence' with 'my people', this child!" Changsheng smiled helplessly, but his eyes were filled with a touch of pity.

"Excuse me, from the first day you gave him that name, you should have expected that one day he would try his best to change it!" Long Su was full of disgust, "However, if you If you insist on opposing, that kid will not succeed in rebelling, right?"

"I..." The smile on Chang Sheng's face remained undiminished, but his eyes were slightly stained with sadness, "I only looked at him from a distance for a few times."

"In my current situation, what's the benefit of seeing it?"

The gloom in her eyes turned into silence, Long Su picked up the pipe and took a few puffs, the feathers between the woman's eyebrows were hidden behind the water-white cigarette, a frosty cold color.

"Hundreds of years ago, you rushed to Shulou Xifeng without a master, and asked me what you should do, and I gave you a word. It's a pity that you were lingering for a while, but it didn't work." Long Su's golden pupils reflected the smoke Changing shapes, deep and distant.

Chang Sheng raised his snow-like eyes: "Now, Senior Shulou is going to bestow the same word on me again?"

Long Su put down his pipe and looked at her: "Will Shulou Long Su still do what he knows is a futile attempt?"

Changsheng raised a hand that was so white that it was almost transparent, and touched the purple glass beside his ear.A petal of peach blossoms passed by, and landed on her gently turned fingertips: "Then why do you need to bring up the old things again, senior?"

"Probably because I can't bear you to linger on this lonely road that goes against your nature. Your temperament can be regarded as an auspicious and misty gandharva, and a kinnara with a wonderful voice, but it cannot be conquered." The most victorious Emperor Shitian." Long Su sighed absent-mindedly, "In the old days, you traveled all over the world, admiring the plum blossoms and snow, how carefree you are!"

Changsheng's gaze followed the memory with distant and bright ripples, and only a moment later, the fragrant and soft peach blossoms at the fingertips were frozen into solid ice by the oozing cold true energy: "The ultimate way is vague, unpredictable, who knows Can you know which one of the eight tribes you used to be? The predecessors are dignified and mighty, with unparalleled wealth, so they are naturally gorgeous dragons. And the former master entered the Buddhist way from hell, broke the gourd, and let go so gracefully that he even The inkstone crown that symbolizes the ancient belief can be discarded like a shoe, but I can't do it. If I can't let go of this obsession, even if I am crushed to pieces in the future, it will always be my doom. Fate Destined, what's your complaint?"

"Senior, what you see before your eyes is longevity, not flawlessness."

Long Su stared at her silently for a while, then suddenly said, "If you are my daughter, I will never allow you to suffer from the world."

Astonished lightning flashed across the woman's beautiful face, she looked at Long Su Lengjin's pupils for a long time, and suddenly smiled wryly: "Senior Shulou, there is something in the past that I have always felt very sorry for you."

The momentary chill seemed to freeze the smoke that swirled out of the pipe into ice.The moment the two looked at each other, they both seemed to read the picture buried deep in each other's hearts.The shattering sound of the thirteen swords, the ashesy afterimage of the purple-haired boy, the flapping sleeves of the deer-riding girl, the golden eyes of the dragon shadow...

Long Zi died young, and the Changsheng girl appeared, with her unusual care and consideration, and the unusual closeness and tolerance in her heart.Everything is so coincidental, did Long Su really not think carefully about what Chang Sheng said about being sorry for him?

"The past is unbearable, so there is no need to look back." After a long time, Long Su closed his folding fan and sighed.

Before the lingering sound fell, Chang Sheng's eyes were slightly red.

A thunderbolt shook the world, the rain was torrential, the palace lantern was moved by the slanting rain line, and the swaying light and shadow reflected a soft and sad smile in her eyes: "Senior thinks that there is no need to look back, but I often miss you-" —Do you still remember? Years ago, in the same place, on the same rainy night, you once played a game of chess with me."

The ice on the peach blossoms is melted by the body temperature of the fingertips little by little, and the little spots are moist like tears, making the petals more beautiful.

"You taught me that the world is like chess. When playing chess, it is as gorgeous and colorful as peach blossoms, and after the end, it is like flowing water, but it passes without a trace. The victory or defeat of each game is like the change of dynasty in each life. Into the emptiness, rotten and sprouting again—”

Gently swirling the zhenqi, the peach blossoms on the fingertips floated out of the pavilion, and flew into the turbulent wind and rain that could smash him to pieces.

"Like, human life."

That was the last time Changsheng visited Long Su, but it was not the last time Long Su saw her.Although, Long Su didn't remember much about the latter.

In fact, Long Su's memory has always been very good. He still remembers the comfort of traveling around the world with the sword when he first met the sword and the Buddha sword. The bright red eyelashes that were slender and slightly curled when he was seriously studying fragrance in front of him...but he couldn't remember the scene of that day.

Or rather, don't want to remember.

He would only occasionally recall that she once frowned and begged him to look at her with those golden pupils that made her feel happy just by looking at her.

In March, the spring breeze is soft and fragrant.Long Su moved his couch to sleep under the peach blossom tree in the garden, and dozed off on it with a purple dragon fan covering his face.The bright sunlight dances above the head, surrounded by quietly falling flowers, like a girl's light skirt blooming in the soft willow wind blowing on the face.A slight noise broke Long Su's drowsiness, and when the fan tilted, he heard the sound of scrambling to fall to the ground. It turned out that it was when he was dozing off, and clusters of peach blossoms had already accumulated on it, which was caused by his movement and sliding down the fan.Long Su took a closer look and saw that a lot had fallen on the front of his clothes, so he turned his fan slightly and gently brushed it away.

"The flowers are similar every year..." He suddenly groaned this sentence with emotion, but stopped the next sentence, turned his head lazily, and saw Naluo Zhiyexiao walking by with a pot of purple epiphyllum, undressed Bo wears a long robe with wide sleeves, and his straight black hair is tied up by a gorgeous crown, which is exactly the attire of a high-ranking Confucian official.His expression is clear and serene. At first glance, he looks completely different from the innocent-looking boy in the fluffy purple fur.

"See the dragon's head." He put down the flower pot and saluted, his every move was serious, but he had a kind of romantic elegance, which was obviously taught by the best etiquette teacher.

"You don't need to be too polite." Long Su said, his eyes fell on the pot of thick purple epiphyllum, "Is this the congratulatory gift you are going to give to that little girl?"

"The subordinate thinks that Jiji will like it." Xiao replied, and then said, "I also said it was very good."

"Her?" Long Su shook his head noncommittally, thinking of the young girl Mu Xianfeng had said about her appearance and attitude, she said, "It's a good trip for you, I don't want to see her, you just Sending the congratulatory gift on behalf of me will save Yan Xin an extra trip. By the way, let you have another month's vacation, so spend time with your family."

"Thank you Longshou for your compassion." Xiao Xie said, thinking in her heart that Ji Ji has been raised in a boudoir since she was born, and she only started to emerge a few years ago. I heard that her first famous work was blowing up for Mr. Jianzi The suspected tomb of the dragon head, since then, where there is a dragon head, there must be no Jiji, and there is absolutely no dragon head in the place where there is a Jiji.Long Shou's narrow-mindedness to hold vengeance to death is really... Sigh!

As he thought this way, a smile appeared on his snow-white face. Although it was so clear and intimidating that it fascinated countless women in the Confucian world, it was a little more measured than the crystal flower-like smile of his youth, and less Very naive.

If the Changsheng girl saw Xiao's current appearance, would she complain that he had taught a good child to be so cute?

Long Su slowly covered his face with the fan, and suddenly he laughed so hard that his pearls trembled wildly, and he was overjoyed.