Longevity: The Flawless Dream

In his farewell letter, he pointed out that since Yijian Fengchan went all the way to the north, he himself went all the way to the south, probably because of the different routes. The extremely strong and strange fate between the two finally passed. After walking for more than ten days in a row, the two Not being able to meet again made Lian Wuxia somewhat surprised and disappointed, but also faintly relieved.

Although Yijian Fengchan is willing to admit her as a friend, Lian Wuxia understands that the two of them will behave differently after all.If they continue to walk together, with their style of doing things that they don't want to kill but need to save, the two of them will drag each other down sooner or later.Naturally, she would not fail to understand the principle of not conspiring with each other in different ways.only……

Lian Wuxia smiled at the clear wind and bright moon.

Xu Shi has been alone for too long, but it's just a few months of time together that made her feel lonely.Or maybe, the feeling of loneliness has always been there, but it was just discovered by her for the first time.

Collect all kinds of good materials and elixir, and according to the prescription that I worked out with Mu Xianfeng in the past years, I brewed two urns of Hantanqing and buried them under a tea tree that was hand-planted in the big snowfield in the past. Alright, Lian Wuxia changed his route and headed towards the East Wulin.

The early plum blossoms in the realm of Chunlin bloom as delicately as a rosy glow, and the fragrance is sparse and light, graceful and graceful.Walking in the forest, you will occasionally catch a glimpse of a short wood-fired thatched hut at the turn of the mountain. The plain color blends with the shadows of the plum trees, making the whole world clearer and clearer, without any taint of earthly turbidity. .

Here she happened to meet an old man, who was the owner of the thatched hut. He was dressed in commoner clothes, and his extraordinary behavior showed that he was magnificent in his prime, but now he just washed away the prosperity and lived in seclusion in the mountains. A hermit who travels with wine, food and pen.Seeing her attire, the old man said: "Little friend, is Pingshan the first apprentice to practice Emei?" Seeing Lian Wuxia looking at him, the old man smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ling Cangshui, have you heard of this name? "

It turned out that this was mother's friend Feng Fuyao Ling Cangshui, a friend that mother met when she took her second junior sister down the mountain to travel in the past.Although Lian Wuxia had never met, he had heard of this name.It's just that in the mother's mouth, this is a young warrior with a melancholy face all the year round, but what she sees now is an old man who is open and leisurely, and the gap is a bit big.

"I'm old, I'm old, how can it compare to you high-level practitioners, who can live freely and live forever?" Ling Cangshui said with emotion, "After all, even Wuxia, who Lian Emei said can't grow up at all, can When I grow up, I have old arms and legs, so I can't accept my old age."

Lian Wuxia smiles.

Ling Canshui had little contact with people after retiring, and only had a demented son under his knees. Although parents do not dislike their children's defects, they often feel a little desolate and lonely.It's rare to meet a junior who is not stupid but also quite intelligent, the old man was very happy for a while, not only divided the wine and food with Lian Wuxia, but also arranged the pen and ink eagerly for her to write.Although Wu Shi Lian Wu Xia didn't take a sip, but he felt his kindness, so he still wrote a few sentences.Ling Cangshui raised his head to see it, nodded again and again, and cheered: "What a 'Wan Shuhan is colorless, and Nanzhi has unique flowers.' The writing at the beginning is so strange, how do you plan to continue?"

Lian Wuxia didn't know how to continue.Several continuations flashed through my heart in an instant, but none of them tasted good. After deliberating over and over again, I suddenly heard a high-pitched and loud young man's voice coming from among the plum branches behind him: "Where the fragrance smells of the flowing water, the shadow falls. Savages."

Lian Wuxia neatly transcribed the poems on the paper, turned his head and saw a young man in green shirt with an ordinary face, with a brown cloth scarf on his forehead, and a long sword wrapped airtight on his back. His demeanor is ordinary but his sword intent is introverted, but he has a pair of ice-blue eyes, and the eyes are shining with snow.

Ling Cangshui on the other side praised repeatedly: "Good sentence, good sentence! In Ling Cangshui, what do you call my little friend?"

The swordsman didn't answer, but continued to walk in the previous direction, and when he passed by Lian Wuxia, he glanced sideways at her.Lian Wuxia nodded to him, and he nodded as if responding, then turned his face and floated away, but within a few steps, he had disappeared into the depths of Meixue.

"Young people nowadays really have personality." Ling Cangshui, who had been ignored, said with emotion, and then looked away after watching the swordsman disappear. Who knew that he turned his head, only to find that Lian Wuxia had also disappeared.

"When I was young, one day I sneaked out without telling the priests, and met a monk. The monk's robe was empty and white, but his eyebrows were red purer than blood. Surrounded by ice and snow, he was naked. Standing on my feet, I sat under the plum tree to make tea, and when I saw me, I offered to pour a bowl of tea for me. It’s very weird.”

"It must taste good!" Otherwise, how could he still remember it?

"I don't know how it tastes like, because I never drank it at all." The man's voice was laughing, a little mocking, a little sad, "I am a devil, and he is a human being. People will have good intentions for a devil? And I was born only to love The devil’s wine, tea is something that people love to drink, I don’t bother to try it. So I took off the wine bag around my waist and drank it, and finally threw the wine on the monk’s tea stove provocatively——Why are you looking at me like this? Think I’m too much? Actually I also think it's too much, what we are waiting for is that he tore off his hypocritical face under the urging of anger, who knows that he continues to make tea and drink tea, it seems that the tea splashed with spirits is the same as the tea cooked with sweet spring ——I think this monk is interesting."

"I think he's very interesting."

The man was a little surprised: "You admire him more than I do... After that, we often met under the plum tree. There was no verbal agreement, but a tacit understanding. He taught me a lot of Buddhist scriptures, and I told him more There are many theories of magic. Later we made a bet, the last time we met and debated, if he won, I would drink his tea; if I won, he would drink all the wine I brought."

"That means you won. You said that you never drank the monk's tea."

"Wrong, I didn't win. The news of the good relationship between the monk and the devil reached Wanshengyan, and the temple of the Precepts sent a monk to force him to kill me to prove the Buddha's heart. Although he is a high-ranking monk in Wanshengyan, he has no intention Even if I tried hard against my fellow disciples, I was powerless to overthrow the fait accompli. So I came here at the appointment, but I was surrounded by heavy siege. He wanted to protect me from danger and then return to Buddhism to apologize. I tried to persuade him to join the demon world, but to no avail, so I killed him , and then killed all the monks who came after him."

"Ah!" gasped in surprise and fear.

"Scared?"

"Why... kill?"

"At that time, I felt that this person usually seems to be very smart, but he is extremely stupid at the moment of life and death. Otherwise, why would he go on the road of death? He is determined to die when he is clearly able to live. This kind of stupid person is really not worthy of my friendship. However, after acquaintance, instead of letting him bear the crime of depravity and die at the hands of the Buddhists he believes in, it is better to let him die under the sword of the evil devil with the appearance of being deceived by the devil."

"However, monks don't want to become demons, isn't it for your own good?" The voice was a bit difficult, "You clearly know that your friend is only seeking the Buddha, but because of you, you become demons, you will feel guilty and miserable for the rest of your life!"

"Friend? Ha, friend! Yes, it was many years after the death of the monk that I realized that he was my only friend. Compared to him, I was the one who was really stupid... Later, the person I admired the most told me, Everything I saw, heard, and believed was a boring and absurd plot. It’s ridiculous, I killed my friend just because of such a boring lie.”

"Do you regret it?"

"If expecting another beginning and ending is regretting, then I do regret it."

"Another beginning and end?"

"Yes. I think, next time I travel around and meet a monk making tea under the plum tree, I will sit down and learn how to make tea from him. If the reincarnation that the Buddha said really exists, maybe after many lives, reincarnation will come again. Open, I will also invite the old man to drink a cup of tea I made myself?"

"I would also like to drink your tea."

"But I still can't."

"You are such a disappointment."

"what?"

"Tell me the monk's name, and I won't be angry with you."

"Smart boy. His moniker is . . . "

Lian Wuxia shook his head, and his eyes suddenly became clear.

Hearing her movement, Qing Ya hurriedly came over, his moist jade-like pupils were full of worry.Previously, the owner improvised to ride it to chase the dark-green-haired man, but just a few steps after chasing it, the owner suddenly fell down from its back.No matter how hard I pushed it, I couldn't wake it up, and it was so frightened that a deer heart almost stopped beating.It wasn't until she woke up that the frightened three souls and seven souls slowly returned to their positions.

Lian Wuxia patted Qingya's head soothingly with one hand, and supported his forehead with the other hand, feeling that his mind was so empty, trying to recall what happened before he fell asleep.She met Ling Cangshui, and after writing two lines of poems, she was exhausted, and a passing swordsman continued the poem... Then she couldn't remember what happened.

The last time this symptom appeared was when my mother went to the Dao Realm to assist Xuanzong in eliminating the Demon King.

How did you recover that time?It seems to be... just do what you have to do, at most sleep a little more every day, let it go, and it will get better gradually.

Thinking of this, Lian Wuxia made up his mind.With her meticulous mind, she shouldn't have ignored her abnormality, but there was a force somewhere that made her subconsciously avoid all the loopholes, whitewashing the peace like an ostrich.Now that she has made a preconceived conclusion, she will no longer dwell on her inexplicable relapse of sleeping sickness, but hug Qingya's neck to show comfort.Qing Ya lowered her head docilely, gently rubbing against her shoulder, Lian Wuxia hooked the corner of her mouth, suddenly saw a faint figure not far away in the corner of her vision, and involuntarily fixed her eyes on it.

It turned out that the swordsman who continued the poem was sitting under the plum tree and making tea. The simple clay stove, earthen pot, and pottery suddenly came to life in his clever hands.

Lian Wuxia approached in a strange way.

Her eyes made her request without words.

Swordsman's tea, can I have a drink?

The author has something to say: Wan Shuhan has no color, but Nanzhi has unique flowers.Where the fragrance smells of the flowing water, the shadow falls on the wild people - the origin of "Zaomei"

Recently, I was researching information, trying to sort out (or make up) a belief book similar to the "Bible", and then... the author's fungus exploded into fungus slime.

Well, let me ask you, what is the name of this belief book?At present, I prefer to call it "The Book of Demon Gods", but I feel that it is not strong enough, and I am going crazy after naming it "Incompetent Starman"