Longevity: The Flawless Dream

There is poison on the sword!Lian Wuxia hugged him head-on, the smell of blood was so strong that it made her suffocate, but it was still not difficult to distinguish a choking and sinister smell.She glanced at the boy, then sat down in this embrace-like posture, and sealed several vital points on Yijian Fengchan's back like lightning.

"Hahaha! It's useless! Hahahaha!" The young man leaned on his sword and trembled with laughter, "The poison quenched on my sword was bought with a lot of money from the Gu Emperor's doctor. Seeing the blood seal the throat, the medicine can be cured instantly , I said that if he wants to die in the third watch, it is impossible for him to live an extra stick of incense!"

Lian Wuxia didn't pay any attention to him, and pressed his palm on Yijian Fengchan's heart, and the air in his palm was pushed out slowly and irresistibly, and the black poisonous blood immediately flowed out.It's just that Yijian Fengchan's clothing is mostly made of thick silk and thick cloth, and the cloak behind him is made of animal skins, which tightly covers the wound.From the young man's perspective, he could only see the dark blood on his back spreading at a visible speed.

"Father, the child has already killed the enemy with his own hands and avenged your old man! Father, you are alive in heaven, watch carefully!" Years of gnashing of teeth, painstaking planning, and bleak planning. I just felt that my whole body was filled with blissful happiness, tears streaming down my face at one moment, and rocking back and forth with laughter at another moment.With such an appearance, if an uninformed person sees him, they will think he is a genuine lunatic.

Two muffled coughs came out of Yijian Fengchan's chest. He has been around for many years, he is used to the wind and rain, and he has suffered countless injuries, big and small. Right now, this is really nothing.It's just that he was trembling with anger from Lian Wuxia, a stupid girl who didn't know how to live or die, and was forced by the upward poisonous air, so he didn't recover for a while.At this moment, he managed to slow down a bit, and before he could open his eyes, he heard the harsh laughter of the young man, he said "hehe" twice, and said angrily, "I'm not dead yet!"

The boy was laughing maniacally, but he didn't hear it.

Yijian Fengchan didn't have the heart to declare his presence anymore, because when he opened his eyes, he found that he was lying in Lian Wuxia's arms in a posture that was extremely inconsistent with his tough guy temperament, with his head still on the pillow. On the shoulders of the other girl, she was suddenly shocked by an unbearable shock in her life.

"Do you still feel uncomfortable?" Lian Wuxia didn't dare to move for fear of affecting his wound, so he could only ask with cloud gestures.Yi Jian Feng Chan's face was stinky, and he rubbed the ground and was about to stand up, but as soon as he exerted his strength, he heard a hard gasp from the back of his head. There was a stagnant "gudong" sound.So Yijian Fengchan, who hadn't had time to get up, was thrown away by Lian Wuxia without hesitation, and You Zi's figure landed in front of the boy in a flash. She looked at his bruised face, and stretched out a hand .

It was opened heavily by the teenager.

He was already out of breath, his eyes were bulging, looking at Lian Wuxia as if he saw an extremely terrifying demon, his purple face was full of disgust.He beat his chest and jumped back a few steps, suddenly the whites of his eyes turned up, and he fell to the ground.

"Dead?" Yijian Fengchan walked to Lian Wuxia's side.Lian Wuxia nodded, still looking forward to the boy's face.The last snow of this spring drifted down, and a few strands fell between her eyebrows and hair, clear and shining, blurring the mixed sighs in her eyes.

"The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dying? Sudden illness?" Yijian Feng Chan asked.

Lian Wuxia neither nodded nor shook his head.The boy didn't run out of fuel, nor did he suffer from a sudden illness. He laughed too hard...he choked to death on saliva.

Rejecting the only person who could save him, personally ruining the only remaining chance of life, thinking that the great revenge was avenged, but in fact the enemy was not dead at all, but he himself died in the joy of being unable to control himself.Choking to death by the saliva of wild laughter, very dark and humorous way of death.

The life and death of all beings in these three thousand worlds, sometimes, is really unreasonable.

"Not at all? Could it be that he choked to death on saliva?" Yi Jian Feng Chan said casually.Lian Wuxia smacked the corners of his lips slightly, and finally turned his eyes away from the young man. With a flip of his palm, there was an exquisite porcelain vase in his palm.

Yijian Fengchan took a step back subconsciously: "What are you doing?"

Lian Wuxia took a step closer: "Your injury needs medicine."

Yi Jian Feng Chan took another step back, his face as cold as frost: "Excuse me, merciful Taoist, don't you think that the most urgent thing right now is to collect this poor wretch whose corpse was exposed in the wilderness?"

Lian Wuxia took another step closer: "The dead body and the soul are separated from the body, and it is no different from flying dust and rotten leaves, which should be returned to heaven and earth."

"What a cold talk. The world says I am an evil person, but I think you are the real evil way!"

"It's useless to change the subject! Stop and take medicine!"

The footsteps of the two kept moving away, leaving only the snow that fell heavier and heavier. The pure white color was like a soft feather quilt, falling gently and persistently, covering the corners of the clothes and the heels, and finally covering the snow. young face.

The cloudy weather was very dark, the temperature was very cold with the wind and snow, and the air pressure in Yijian Fengchan was very low.

After resolutely resisting, Lian Wuxia said "Stop" and cast a hold on his body, so he didn't dare to go any further. He wanted to ask others for help, but besides Lian Wuxia, he could only look at Shangyunlu Qingya's pure black eyes that were about to overflow The helpless look in his eyes, and even reduced to being forced by a little girl to tear his clothes to look at the wound... After that, his air pressure never rose again.

Fortunately, it wasn't the first time that his clothes were pulled by the same person.

With this thought in mind, Yijian Fengchan's pressure became even lower.

From Yijian Fengchan's point of view, although Lian Wuxia has lived more than ten lives of ordinary people, she is still a silly girl with no roots in the end, probably because she was raised and raised since she was a child, so her heart is still very tender and childish.And he, a majestic and evil man, has been wandering in the rivers and lakes for hundreds of years with his head in his hands. He hasn't seen any big winds and waves?Whenever there is a dispute with Lian Wuxia, he is actually the one who loses every time. Such a sense of frustration is beyond words to describe, but at this moment, I have no power to fight back, and I have been stripped of my shirt and smeared with medicine. The face is solemn and solemn, as if the person sitting in front of her is not an adult man, but the "flying dust and rotten leaves" in her mouth. Put a few sticks of incense on it and buckle a few ringing heads.

The sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes don't care about trivial matters, so they are men and women who are regarded as scourges by ordinary people. Feng Chan, who is called human evil, doesn't care much.He also knew that Lian Wuxia was just a little girl who hadn't seen much of the world, and she had practiced Taoism since she was a child. He probably read "Dongxuanzi" and "Su Nu Jing" as villains since she was a child. Be careful, she may not even be able to understand it.Comparing with her is purely asking for trouble.But her expression of nothingness really made him feel very, very, quite... It's hard to describe in words.

After Lian Wuxia finished treating the wound, he turned back, and what he saw was such a one-sword Feng Chan who was clamoring "unhappy" and "cutting happiness" from head to toe.That irritable and frenzied breath, the blood-colored pupils, and the cold blue face are undoubtedly very bluffing.

There was a ray of sadness in the light brown and clear pupils.Lian Wuxia knew that this time she really pissed off Yijian Fengchan thoroughly.

What should I say?

Thank you for saving me just now?In fact, he wouldn't die if he didn't save him, the sword would hurt at most, and he couldn't die, not to mention the poison that the young man had placed high hopes on, could hardly cause damage to the constitution of the innate.

Sorry, shouldn't I have turned against you just now?It's impossible not to turn her face. Turn back the time a hundred times, and she will rush out to block Feng Chan with a sword. Human life is at stake, and it cannot be ignored.

I'm sorry, in front of outsiders, I should have saved you some face?It seems that something is wrong.

This is not okay, that is not right, but she still has to say something first, the bandage wrapped around Yijian Fengchan's back was so bright that it made her feel guilty.She thought for a while, then turned to Yijian Fengchan, met his gaze, half-lifted the hem of the Pingshui gauze - and unbuttoned the neckline.

The unrestrained reaction caused Feng Chan to almost fall backwards with a sword. He was about to look away, but he caught a glimpse of the wound on her neck and couldn't look away.

Yijian Fengchan had accidentally bumped into Lian Wuxia taking a bath, but at that time her neck was blocked by the wet veil hanging from her face, and she couldn't tell if there was a wound on it with a quick glance.And she never exposed her neck like an ordinary Jianghu girl, but covered it with a high collar, so he never knew that she had a scar on her neck.

Such a scar ran across the entire neck. Judging from the depth, the throat and carotid artery might have been severed at that time.

Such serious injuries are usually only seen on the dead.

"The family changed when I was young. If it wasn't for my mother to save me, let alone save my life, even the corpse would be burned to ashes in the fire." Lian Wuxia caressed the wound, and he no longer uttered words like in the past, but explored Stretch out a finger and write stroke by stroke on the ground, "After that time, I lost everything, including memory."

I don't know where the fatal wound on my neck came from, I don't know my name, I don't know if I have relatives or playmates, I just know that I have lost everything.She should have parents, but she couldn't even kowtow or burn incense in front of their spirits, because she forgot about them.

"If killing a person is to completely erase her existence, then the past me is indeed dead. My mother gave me a name and a new life. She saved Lian Changsheng, but..." She failed to save the unknown young girl.

I still remember that year, when she lay on the sickbed for six months, she even forgot how to walk, and in the end she staggered out of the wooden door relying on her mother's support.Outside the door was a plum tree with some small green plums growing on it. When she saw it, for some reason, she was almost moved to tears.

"Sometimes I would have the same nightmare over and over again. In the dream, my throat was cut off by someone who couldn't see my face clearly, and I fell on a big mirror. In the mirror, my facial features were distorted due to pain, and I was tightly covering my face. I held my neck, but not a single drop of blood came out. So the next moment, my blood splashed all over the mirror."

She grabbed the mirror frame, turned around with all her strength, and saw that there was a sea of ​​fire outside, and the shadow of a half-burnt plum tree was faintly shadowed in the firelight.A small plum blossom was blown up and down by the heat wave. The flower was supposed to be white, but it was dyed red by her blood, which was dazzlingly bright.

Lian Wuxia lowered his eyes, erased the previous handwriting, and wrote: "It doesn't matter if you say I'm stupid, stubborn, right or wrong, I don't want to see death, I don't want anyone like me..."

Bits of snow fell on her clothes, hair, and eyelashes, warmed by the warmth of her body, and condensed into two fine drops of water, which slid down her long bright red eyelashes, like lonely and helpless tears.Because she was hanging her head down, it dripped straight to the ground, and the broken crystals submerged in the mud in an instant, splashing a few dust.

For some reason, she always has an indescribable attachment to Yijian Fengchan.

"Feng Zen with one sword," Lian Wuxia wrote, "Are we still friends?"

Yijian Feng Chan withdrew his gaze, and by the way, suppressed the flashing urge in his heart to touch the top of the girl's hair, and said in a deep voice, "Aren't you friends? Did I say that?"

Lian Wuxia's eyes lit up, but suddenly, they darkened again: "You and I are different..."

"Differences in ways mean that we should not conspire with each other, but we didn't say that we should not be friends if we differ." Yijian Fengchan smiled with indescribable arrogance and magnanimity. Friends, I might as well make friends with my own shadow!"

It was night, practicing Wuxia to meditate, and unknowingly walked into the fire that had entangled her for thousands of years in the depths of her dreams.Such turbulent waves seem to be jumping with endless malice of death.The scorched black walls and crumbling painted beams appeared and disappeared in the firelight, and a petal of withered plum fluttered in the gaps of the flames, slashing across her temples.

As if she was being guided by something, she turned her head slowly, and saw the mirror that she had seen countless times in her dreams.

The girl in the mirror looked only four or five years old, which was natural, because Lian Wuxia was really very small before she became Lian Wuxia.At this moment, she also seemed to have forgotten her age, but stretched out her fingers, trembling, to look at herself in the mirror.The fingertips of the girl in the mirror trembled slightly, and she also reached out to her—it was just that in a flash, through the mirror, the fingertips of the person and the shadow touched.

The trembling that originated from the depths of her soul made her tremble uncontrollably, but there was an inexplicable feeling flowing and moistening from the depths of her heart, warm and safe.

This is myself.

Lian Wuxia was thinking hazily, confused but joyful—this is me!

In the indescribable sense of perfection, she was vaguely still that delicate little girl who was being led forward by a pale hand.

There was a door at the end, night under her feet, deserted sparks in the sky, and a sea of ​​flames that would swallow her into ashes at any moment... But she was no longer afraid.

Lian Wuxia opened his eyes and felt chills all over his body. It turned out that the fire not far away had been half-extinguished after burning in the middle of the night, and was dying under the pressure of snow water.She dried the snow water with her true energy, and added a few more sticks of firewood. The bright tongues of flame danced gently on the dry sticks, and the faint heat and light slowly spread, illuminating the other side where Feng Chan was sleeping. s face.

Holding a charred firewood in her hand, she wrote a few lines on the ground before standing up and arranging her temple hair and clothes.Behind her, Qing Ya sensed the strange movement of her master, and also stood up from the ground, Lian Wuxia looked at its soft black eyes, and smiled at it through the veil.

Qingya, we should go.

A gust of wind passed by, and the fire suddenly dimmed and brightened, reflecting the farewell letter with only three sentences on the ground.

"Since you go north, I want to go south. It is really a blessing in my life to meet such a dear friend."

"The killing and massacre will ultimately hurt the peace of heaven. I hope my friends will be careful."

"I heard that the land in the south of the Yangtze River is moist and suitable for brewing fine wine. I want to choose good materials. When we meet in the next year, I will treat you to a bottle of cold pond."

The author has something to say: The recent updates on Palm Flower, it seems that no one here has read it, so sad

By the end of this chapter, Lian Wuxia and Renxie's previous affairs have been explained. After the next chapter tells about her acquaintance with Jianxie, you can follow up with the chapter "Beichen Yuanhuang" of Longyuanjuan, and then the opening chapter of Meiyuanjuan.

The author explains the relationship between Xia Renxie and Lian Wuxia.In fact, Yijian Fengchan was moved very early, but this gentleman's temperament was too rough in some aspects, and he didn't think about it. It wasn't until he pinched the wild flower in Butterfly Valley that he realized his feelings for Lian Wuxia——yes , and then the chapter Fresh Fire and Youhua, what he thought of was the plum blossom that Lian Wuxia picked up when he danced under the moon.

As for practicing Wuxia's feelings, it's even more difficult to describe.She has lived for a long time, but she has always existed as a Taoist. Tao is genderless, so she is ignorant of herself.Just like a peerless flower that blooms in the deep mountains and old forests, beauty is beautiful, but does it know that it is beautiful?have no idea.Renxie is the key to breaking through her youth. It was the first time she realized that she was a girl, the first time she vaguely realized her beauty, and the first time she experienced many other emotions similar to troubles... But she Too young to understand the difference between heartbeat and friendship.If she is a mature Mrs. Changsheng in the future, she will naturally not understand, but at this time, Lian Wuxia not only does not understand, on the contrary, because Yijian Fengchan has brought her a lot of annoyance, she even prefers the gentleman's friendship with Jianxie Friendship as light as water.But is it just because of friendship that she has a similar connection with Jianxue and Jianxue with her?

Life and death follow the dew of grass, and the latitude and longitude of heaven and earth are a game of chess.When Lian Wuxia posed this poem with black and white twins on the Chengxin Ming Terrace in Kunlun Mountain, she didn't know that she had entered the game long before she went down the mountain.