Longevity: The Flawless Dream

There is always such a group of people in the world, when they are angry, they wish they could never get in touch with each other. When they show their eyes, they can throw away all their grievances with just a word of apology, an apologetic look, or even a small meaningless gesture.This kind of person is called a friend, and this kind of feeling is the normal state of friendship.

Since the acquaintance, Jianxue has solved the problem of how to make Lian Wuxia calm down, and immediately took out the tea stove to boil water.Lian Wuxia has a soft temper, and it doesn't take long for her to get angry again. Usually, her anger will disappear by itself before he brews the tea.Of course she calmed down by herself, Jianxue's tea still had to be brewed, this was the basic sincerity of an apology.

Sure enough, when Jianxue's tea was pushed in front of him, Lian Wuxia had already forgotten the melancholy in the past, and instead savored the beautiful and fragrant fragrance carefully.Since Jianxue is known as Jianxie, his swordsmanship is naturally extraordinary, but few people know that his tea art is also unique - he never uses half a piece of tea leaves, but uses plum blossoms as tea, and takes extremely clean plum blossom snow Into the soup, the taste of the cooked tea is elegant, with a cold fragrance and fragrance, making people feel like they are in the depths of the plum blossom snow sea.

Lian Wuxia took a sip, only to feel the fragrance in his mouth, and his chest immediately felt smooth, and the little bit of boredom disappeared.She has a high attainment in the tea ceremony, and has tasted many teas made by masters of the tea ceremony. For example, the tea made by Mu Xianfeng is praised even by the sword and fairy traces, and the tea art of Longsu has reached the peak—but she is the only one who prefers it. Jianxue's tea, and she stubbornly believed that, with such a desolate and solemn taste, even her Bishuang Qingxue would have to bow down, but she could give Jianxue some early adopters.

It's a pity that although the tea tree took her countless efforts to cultivate, she only harvested a few leaves. She paid tribute to Lian Emei, sent it to Longsu, and sent some to Jin Bazhen and Kuanglong, but none of them were given to her. I am left alone.But Aunt Zhen and Uncle are not good at tea, last year it was for filial piety, and this year when they receive tea, there is no need to give it away, leaving their share just to give to Jianxue.

Seeing her brows stretched again, Jianxue finally calmly breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes swept over the fallen flowers around him, and another feeling came to his heart: "The flowering season is over." Originally, we had made an appointment to appreciate the plum blossoms together, but because of Lian Wuxia's belated arrival was ruined.Lian Wuxia didn't come late on purpose, so he didn't blame her, he just felt that he had let down the best plum blossom.

Lian Wuxia's eyes were slightly curved, and he smiled slightly: "That's the first sentence you said to me."

Jianxue was stunned for a moment, and after a little thought, it turned out to be exactly right.

The acquaintance of the two is also a coincidence.One day when Jianxue went out to visit plum blossoms, he heard the sound of chanting deep in the shadow of the flowers. The object of the chanting was plum blossoms.After taking a closer look, the person who recited the poem was an old man, and beside him stood a masked girl dressed as Kun Dao, holding a bamboo pen and writing something sideways on the paper, only to look at him after writing, Nodding politely, he nodded back and left.And half a day later, when he was making tea, he met Lian Wuxia walking out from the depths of Lin Mo head-on. He probably smelled the fragrance of his tea, so he went straight to ask for a drink.If someone appreciates her tea, Jianxue will naturally not be stingy with giving it away, so Lian Wuxia drinks it, smiles at him to express his gratitude, and then leaves.From the beginning to the end, Jianxue didn't say a word to her.

At that time, the plum groves in that place were in their blooming season, and the two of them were lovers of plums, so naturally they couldn't bear to leave, so there were often chance encounters when they looked up and didn't see each other when they looked down.The more times you meet, the more familiar you become.They say they are familiar, but in fact Lian Wuxia is a dumb girl. Although she has the method of gathering clouds to communicate, she rarely communicates with others unless necessary; and Jianxue is also reticent in front of outsiders. It has always been quiet and indifferent.But I don't know from which day, when Lian Wuxia prepares refreshments, he will prepare an extra serving for Jian Xue, and when Jian Xue makes tea, he will also set an extra teacup.Most of the time, the two will each choose a satisfactory location to enjoy the flowers quietly.

Until one day two months later, thousands of trees fell and the clouds fell, and the wind passed by, and there was a faint fragrance and flying snow Qiongju.

Lian Wuxia stood amidst the wind, snow and falling flowers, his eyes were clear, reflecting the chaotic red fading around him.She couldn't speak, so she couldn't use her own voice to express the lingering feeling in her chest at the moment. At this moment, she heard Jian Xue's voice behind her, clear and clear: "The flower season is over."

Most people who love plums always have a certain feeling for each other. At this moment, facing the scene of falling plums, they naturally sigh—but although they are sighing about the same thing, the meanings are quite different.What Jianxue laments is the unyielding plum blossoms in spite of the wind and frost, and the firmness and composure of holding the crippled and clean; but what Lian Wuxia regrets is the life and death of Yaoying's youthful and withered bones in an instant in the withered wind.

The same person who loves plums, Jianxue loves plums with arrogance and icy heart, with clear wind and festivals, and what she loves flawlessly is the enthusiasm and richness of life that blooms in the cold days.It's a pity that no matter how grand and resolute a life is, it will inevitably be annihilated in impermanence. "In this world, is there ever a plum blossom that is invincible for four seasons?" Lian Wuxia thought, and wrote this sentence without realizing it.

After a moment of silence, she heard the other party's Qingyue voice from the humming wind: "The undefeated plum in four seasons is in your hands."

Lian Wuxia was stunned for a moment, then slightly lowered his head to look at the fresh and clumsy ruler Danqing in his hand, pondered for a while, and then smiled silently.

Isn't the plum blossom that is invincible in all seasons given to him by Senior Kunlun long ago?The question just now is really a bit silly.

"Plum Blossom Pier in the Northern Territory, plum blossoms are in full bloom." Jian Xue said again, Lian Wuxia turned his head to look, and saw a few white plum blossoms and frosted flowers falling on his green hair. I can't tell whether people are like snow or snow is more like people.

"Is this a guide?" Lian Wuxia asked.Jian Xue didn't deny it, but said: "It's also an invitation, it's rare to have the same interest, it's a pity to miss it."

Since they decided to go together, it would be a bit mysterious if they refused to tell each other their names.Lian Wuxia wrote: "Lian Changsheng is a gift from the foster mother Lian Emei."

The other party was stunned, and the only one who pondered, said: "Jianxue is nameless, it was created by my friend Fengchan with a sword." He traveled in the Northern Territory, and he only appeared in front of people under the name "Jianxie". " is his first and only name, which he cherishes so much that he never shares his first and last name with others.But telling the girl in front of him, it seems...it doesn't matter.After all, it is the same person who loves Mei, and the same name is given by the person who cherishes it.

As soon as the words fell, he saw Lian Wuxia froze for a moment, she turned her head to think about something, and after a long while tentatively wrote: "Jian Xie, Jian Xue?" The dazed look in Jian Xue's eyes confirmed her guess , then went on to write, "I have seen Feng Zen with a sword."

Jianxue was silent, her blue eyes were silent, waiting for her next words, who knew that Lian Wuxia only left such a thoughtless sentence, and then didn't say a word, he was deliberate when he asked, but he was really worried if he didn't ask , hesitated again and again, and finally couldn't help asking: "How is he recently?"

"He lives happily, but he misses his friend very much." Lian Wuxia wrote, with a narrow smile in his eyes, "He is often in Bingfeng Ridge, why don't you go see him?"

Jian Xue stopped talking, but unconsciously stretched out a hand to press the cloth on her forehead, her expression was clear, but she seemed to be preoccupied, and a feeling of loneliness flashed in her ice blue eyes for a moment.Lian Wuxia didn't understand his hesitation, and frowned slightly: "Since I miss you, why don't you want to meet?"

"It's fate, we will meet each other." Jianxie murmured, lowering his hand to his forehead.

When Yijian Fengchan mentioned this friend that day, he also said that if there is fate, we should meet again.

"You are very similar." Lian Wuxia wrote.Jian Xue's heart suddenly moved, and her pure spiritual sense vaguely sensed something, and her ice-blue clear eyes suddenly looked at her: "You like it very much..." Halfway through the sentence, there was inexplicable hesitation that flashed from the bottom of her heart like lightning. However, with a change of mind, he swallowed the words.

"What do you like?" Lian Wuxia met his frost-like clear eyes, and Yanxiu's light brown eyes were full of doubts.

"What I want to ask is," Jian Xue said, turning her back, "Which plum blossom do you like very much?"

Lian Wuxia thought for a while: "The white plums are clear, the green calyx is elegant and light, the yellow fragrance is delicate and strong, and the palace pink is beautiful, each has its own advantages. If you want to say that the favorite is iron bone red."

Are such gorgeous flowers her favorite?Jian Xue was a little surprised: "I thought you would like Baimei."

What he said was completely groundless and groundless, but he said it very firmly, as if with her temperament, it was a very strange thing that she didn't love white plums but liked red plums instead.This certainty is already miraculous in itself, but what is even more miraculous is that Lian Wuxia actually felt that it made sense to his ears, but after thinking about it, he couldn't understand it, so he could only smile lightly, his pupils were clear and bright. Turn: "Maybe, I liked it before."

The two made an appointment on the same day to visit Meihuawu plum blossoms.

The rich and nobles have to toss about luggage, horses, servants, and vehicles when they travel, which makes going to the house more cumbersome than Meng Mu's three moves.As for Jian Xue and Lian Wuxia, both were single, they could feed the whole family by themselves, so they didn't need to be so troublesome, they just carried their bags on their backs and they could leave with a clean and tidy appearance.

What's more, plum blossoms wait for no one.

Passing by a teahouse on the way, Jianxue went in to buy some fresh water.There is no vegetarian food in the usual teahouse, so I ordered some fruits and filled an extra pot of hot water.Lian Wuxia couldn't help laughing when he saw that the package he brought back was full of oranges, yellows, and oranges.

"Even the eating habits are the same. I am a vegetarian all day long, and I haven't shaved my head... You really don't have an elder brother who has lived in the Northern Territory?" He shook his head and smiled when he realized his lack of focus.

When they didn't know each other, it was just a joke, but when they really got to know Jian Xue, they realized how accurate Yi Jian Feng Chan's judgment was.

Feng Zen with one sword...

The dust blown by the wind and the sand and gravel wandered around, making her long eyelashes tremble involuntarily, casting a crow-blue shadow on her white face, under the smoky veil, her sandal-colored lips slender I took a sip.

Well, I remembered him again.

The author has something to say: It is said that today is A Tun's birthday, but unfortunately the [-]th anniversary greeting card that was planned earlier is in the outline stage.Well, let's update this chapter and give it a try.

Oh, Atun, put Zhu Yan down, look, even though the two of you haven't officially been in the same frame yet, Wuxia still thinks of you again