Longevity: The Flawless Dream

The riots caused by the bandits did not affect the villagers' enthusiasm for celebrating the New Year at all.

They lit pile after pile of fires in the empty wheat field, and the fragrance of dry wormwood mixed with the burning gas of the fire spread out. Every family tore off the New Year pictures pasted on their homes and threw them into the fire, and then took yellow paper. They cut out one after another small people called Malone Dolls, burned their five sense organs and limbs with incense, and threw them into the fire. Seeing the bad luck of the year curled up into small flames in the fire, they all clapped their hands and laughed.There are also adults jumping back and forth across the fire like butterflies in flowers. Some children are held in the arms of adults and dance together, some are lifted by adults and giggling and thrown from above the flames, and some are holding fire. The little firecrackers were chasing and fighting around the fire.Even the bandits who were tied up in the barn to be escorted to the government for a few rewards at dawn were given two sips of hot soup.

It's not that Lian Wuxia hasn't celebrated Chinese New Year, but at that time, he was with his adoptive mother and junior sisters, and there were few people. At that time, he didn't think that compared with what he saw now, it seemed too deserted and empty.It's not like she hasn't seen so many people celebrate the New Year together, but that's "seeing", it's watching from afar in a dimly lit place, not being in it now, such pure enthusiasm and joy is really a strange and hidden feeling. moving experience.

A pair of small hands handed over a crookedly cut malnutrition doll, Lian Wuxia turned his gaze sideways, the child had a pair of black round eyes, and his small face was blackened by the smoke, when he saw her look over, he grinned, revealing The black hole was like a gaping tooth, and she was ready to run away as soon as she put the baby on her table.Lian Wuxia grabbed and pulled her to her side, and wiped the child's face and hands carefully with a handkerchief. The child blushed up to the ears. As soon as she let go, she ran away, leaving Lian Wuxia facing the ugly dog. The rickety doll is worried.

What she is worst at is rejecting other people's kindness, let alone such an innocent child?It would be too hurtful to take back a piece of other people's hearts.However, this thing is alchemy and witchcraft. Is it something that people in the Taoist sect should come into contact with?She has always been very strict, so naturally she does not allow herself to be involved in these unorthodox sorcerers—but she watched the child hug her father's leg while secretly looking at her expectantly. He couldn't ignore things no matter what, so he shook his head secretly and put the baby on the table in his sleeve.The child saw him, clapped his little hands and laughed, and was led by his father to jump into the fire.

Yijian Fengchan was full of food and drink, and saw the above situation as soon as he turned his head. He smiled at Lian Wuxia's seemingly indifferent but sad expression for a while, and took the initiative to beg the rickety doll like a hot potato, pointing to condense his sword energy , lightly and deftly poked six holes on the top of the yellow paper: "Sound ears and eyesight, fire from the nose, lotus blossoms from the mouth."

Turning to the chest: "Peace of mind and peace of mind."

Abdomen: "The abdomen is a box."

Legs and two feet: "The minister of the thighs and arms can reach the sky in one step, and have enough food and clothing."

In the changing and jumping firelight, in the smoky aroma of wormwood, the side face of the swordsman concentrating on blessing blurs the fierce and fierce aura in the daytime, and it looks surprisingly warm.Lian Wuxia was a little dazed looking at it for a while, and was suddenly asked, "Is there anything else to add?" But he had said enough auspicious words, and finally remembered to ask the owner of the baby.

Lian Wuxia shook his head, Yijian Fengchan laughed, squeezed two fingers and pressed the thin yellow paper into a small ball, flicked his wrist lightly, and threw it into the fire ten feet away, splashing A few red sparks.

Such a "childlike innocence" behavior is simply impossible for Yijian Fengchan, but it really happened.So when he watched the little paper ball blazing with flames and curling up into ashes, he turned his eyes away, and met Lian Wuxia's creepy eyes.

Knowing that she was horrified by his abnormal behavior, Yijian Fengchan immediately spoke out to defend his image of an evil person who was about to collapse: "Don't get me wrong, if I didn't want to rescue you, I never met this kind of child before I like it." Stuff?" In the past, I was alone, fighting and killing in bloody wind and rain, and never had a chance or paid attention to this fragile and useless little auspicious custom of ordinary people.Later, when I walked with Jianxue, I also lived in isolation, discussing Buddhism, or practicing swordsmanship. How can I spend a new year in a serious way?Of course, for the sake of maintaining his image, he wouldn't say the latter words even if he was killed.

Lian Wuxia had already recognized his sullen nature, and decisively ignored his explanation.

At this time, the night was quite late, and it was still snowing slightly, but the villagers were in high spirits. At the right time, a man got drunk, slipped a few steps unsteadily, suddenly pulled his wife, and walked around When the fire was on fire, he tapped and danced.It's hard for him to dance around with his wife while he's staggering drunk.Two people took the lead, and the other villagers coaxed a few times, and people joined in one after another.How exquisite and beautiful the country dance is, it is impossible to talk about it, but the beating footsteps, stretched arms, and rough singing weave a unique atmosphere, which is warm, harmonious, slightly intoxicating, and reassuring. He also felt the faint throbbing of the heart resonance in his chest.

Lian Wuxia pressed her heart lightly, and frowned suspiciously.For a moment, she almost forgot her years of practice and her own identity, and just wanted to join them in dancing their limbs happily. That feeling seemed to come from instinct—but she had learned palm skills and piano, I have learned the supernatural powers of Tianmu and swordsmanship, but I have never learned dance.

Must be an illusion.Usually when she can't find the answer, she will decisively put all doubts behind her.It's just that the impulse seemed to be like the clouds on Pingshan Mountain. At first it was just a thin layer of veil, but in a moment it surged into a sea with four cores, beating and undulating in the bones and veins of the limbs.I really want to dance happily to a song, but... how can I be so unrestrained in the public?

I was struggling in my heart when I suddenly felt that my sleeves were pulled and turned again and again, but after a while, I arrived under an old plum tree on another hill, and the noise of the villagers was only the dots brought by the night wind. .Lian Wuxia didn't understand what it meant, he stared at Yijian Fengchan with fixed eyebrows, and saw the latter leaning against a tree like a master, and said calmly: "There is no one else, let's dance."

Ascetics inhale the wind and drink the dew, and inhale the air to forge their bodies. Most of them are extremely light, and they can even ascend to the top of the sky.Although Lian Wuxia is not as thin as Lian Emei, after years of practice, his body is already very light.Yijian Fengchan dragged her along all the way, and she felt as if she was holding a flying flower that was gliding across the water.At this moment, her eyes were staring at shooting stars, her brows and eyes were hazy, and the night wind blew a few wisps of light and dark fragrance from her clothes, which became more and more like graceful flowers.

"What?" she asked.

It is rare for Yijian Fengchan to see Lian Wuxia who is always pretending to be so old-fashioned, so dumbfounded, he couldn't help laughing: "Those people dance, you have been staring at it for a long time-it is really so beautiful, or do you want to dance?"

Being told what was on his mind, Lian Wuxia couldn't help but pursed his lips, but he neither denied nor admitted it.Seeing this, Yijian Fengchan said: "I just turned around, don't worry, I won't be interested in the little girl's dancing." As he spoke, he actually turned his back.

Lian Wuxia moved his eyes and saw that he was standing under an old plum tree.This is a very common pink and cold red. It is better than blooming like spring flowers, filtered and blurred by the light of the frosty moon, and suddenly turned into rustling ice and snow.Layered in the air, the stars are falling with the light snow, but most of them are still about to fall, just frozen there, in the hazy night and moon, the beauty is almost eternal.

It's only ice and snow that doesn't have such a faint cold fragrance.

She suddenly realized that tonight's moonlight was blurred behind light clouds and light snow, which was also very beautiful.

The wind is not strong, but it is not small, and it is snowing, and it is cold to the bone in this late winter and early spring night.The soft sound of fluttering clothes wafted over, and the cold wind also whirled.Yijian Fengchan stood with his back for a long while, and finally couldn't help but glanced back quietly.

Holding a flower in one hand, the slender fingers of the other hand are condensed into a sparse gesture, and the sleeves slide down to reveal a graceful forearm.The plain white, red and green plum blossoms are mixed with the clear snow light, and the girl's attitude is sober, with sparkling eyes, just like a person in a dream.

It's not the valiantness of women outside the Great Wall who bend their bows and shoot big eagles, nor is it the delicacy and elegance of ladylike ladies fluttering with fluttering fireflies, nor is it even the indistinct fairy posture of Gushe Xianren, who is concentrated and immobile in the world.It was an indescribable beauty even if the stars flowed backwards and the sky collapsed. It was as if a thousand catastrophes and disasters were coming together. I knew the ominousness and danger behind that beauty, but at the same time my breathing was stagnant, I couldn't let it go. Look away yourself.

He hurriedly turned back, a plum blossom whirled past his eyes, subconsciously raised his hand, and the flower fell between his fingers.Holding flowers and admiring beauties singing and dancing may be an elegant thing envied by literati, but it is unimaginable in any case to consecrate Zen with a sword. A good man, with a body of seven feet, holding a branch of flowers in his hand, is simply disgusting Outrageously sissy.But now when he really grasped the delicate calyx, he suddenly felt confused.

Reluctantly, the flowers fall away, and they seem to have known each other... Yan returns.

"Why do you keep wearing a veil?" He asked the question he had always been curious about.

Lian Wuxia lightly pressed the sleeves that were fluttering in the wind, and was about to explain, when he suddenly stared into the distance.In the night, dozens of torches were connected to form a fire dragon that loves to fall apart, and the bursts of shouts were blown to pieces by the night wind, fluctuating up and down, and it was quite strange to hear: "Benefactor, um..."

"Where is the person..."

"what……"

It is the group of villagers.It was probably because they left the meeting halfway, and the villagers were worried, so they came out at night to find someone.If I had known this before, I should have let me know before I left, so as to save a group of mortals from walking at night in the wind and snow.

Lian Wuxia felt a little guilty, Chisu Danqing pointed upwards, and the vermilion, white and green light immediately shot straight into the night sky, and exploded after a moment of stagnation, and the fireworks-like radiance filled half of the sky.The fire dragon in the distance froze for a while, then swam towards the direction of the two intermittently.

For some reason, looking at the simple and honest faces of the dozen or so villagers rushing towards them, Yijian Fengchan suddenly had the urge to draw his sword to kill each other.

The author has something to say: I finally finished the school's "July [-]" activities, and the author, who was exhausted into a dead dog, returned to update the article.

In view of the fact that Mr. Zhangxinhua had asked Shesheng to give Sister Lin a (fixed) letter (love) object in Chapter [-], he decided to let Mr. Changshengxi also speed up the progress a little, so as not to misunderstand that he is not his own.

Feng Chan with a sword: Obviously it is not his own!

Author: Oh, don't spread rumors, don't spread rumors, why aren't you your own?

Feng Chan with a sword: Then you explain to me, the younger brother of the Tunfo boy next door took care of his father-in-law in Chapter 3, and made love in Chapter 5. In Chapter 6, he got good looks in front of the heroine. Why do I have a hairline? It was teased for a full four chapters!The last chapter of riding a wolf held my sister's hand, why did I still hold my sleeve until this chapter?And was interrupted as soon as he asked about the veil?

Author Bacteria: That...

Tunfo boy (appears): Human, are you in Lvwu?

Author Bacteria: ... Spare me!

The author Bacteria decided to go to the little black room silently to reflect on his eccentricity...

Reluctantly, the flowers fall, and the swallows return like deja vu——"Huanxisha" by Yan Shu