The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

"Purgatory is bitter and cold, not as good as the world."

The green umbrella separates the vast rain curtain, and the dark tassels hang loosely from one corner.The white crane's feathers stretch out on the umbrella surface, its eyes are agile, and it is lined with green bamboos in the sky.

Lu Qing bandit laughed, trembling all over.

"Since you have never been to Purgatory, how do you know that it is not good?".

"How do you know that the three thousand mortals in the vast world are not the nine levels of purgatory? How do you know that the hundreds of millions of beings in the mighty Three Realms are not all suffering beings? How do you know that people are not born in the eight cold hells, and after the snow-tortured ice, the red lotus blisters crack , must die?

How do you know that after a long journey of practice, you have tasted the sorrows and sufferings of human beings, and what you want is not longevity, but torture in purgatory? ! "

He clutched his chest and coughed, unable to speak any more, the peach blossom in his hand was stained with muddy water, and fell on the ground wet, the buds were almost gone, leaving only an empty dead branch.Bandit Lu Qing was drenched to the ground, and the brocade and bamboo-patterned silk robe lay on the ground, soaked in blood and muddy water, and the original color could not be discerned.

"Now I'm finally about to die, but you want to come out to stop me... It seems that you are also a demon, and you don't want me to die, and want me to suffer this unbearable death in the world."

"But in this world of mortals, it's not all suffering from sores, colds and lotus cracks. There are also Fenghua who drink wine and look at their heads and sigh. Sweetness comes after suffering." The man persuaded him softly.

"I've never tasted it before." Lu Qing bandit laughed again, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

"Look in front of you, the gossamer is provoking the trees, the bamboo is lazy for water, and the flowers are fascinated by butterflies. Although it will not last long, it is still close at hand. Song Xinyan pecks the mud, playing the spring and blooming. This is the joy of the scene.

There is no need to look at the shadows, friends are still by the side, holding umbrellas to watch the water, the mountains and the rain.Even if there is no new wine, you can forget the worries of yesterday while talking and laughing.This is the joy of man.

There is also a long road, three thousand journeys, the dead must not stay, and there is no need to remember the past.And Dongyu is not dead, and Sangyu is not too late.If you feel that cultivation is not good, then don’t practice it.If you feel that longevity is not good, then don't ask for it.No one knows what will happen in the future, and it is not impossible for the stone to rot and the river to dry up.Let's tie the scene with a long rope for the time being, and watch the spring rain together.This is the joy of the heart. "

That cold voice spoke slowly, obviously his tone was extremely cold, like new snow in the forest, yet with a gentle tenderness.Like a ray of smoked wind coming from nowhere, blowing a fluffy white snow like a broken star.Flying flowers enter the house, Qiongzhi is slanted, someone's jade finger is cold, and the sky is full of stars and moons.

"I have three joys in just a short while, but how do fellow Taoists say that there is no joy in this world?"

"Although the spring scene is good, it makes me sad about the past, and hurts my feelings when I touch things. I don't feel the joy of this scene.

There are three thousand roads, but there is no way for me. Even if I have the ambition to rise to the clouds, I can only be confined in a dry well.The joy of the heart you mentioned is your heart, not mine.

We are not old friends, but strangers who met by chance.Talking with you is considered a pleasure, but there is no heart-breaking pain, it can only be regarded as a relief.You don't understand my situation, how can you come to persuade me? " Lu Qing bandit asked him back.

The man remained silent for a long time, and then Youyou sighed softly.

"Things in the world follow the flow of water, so it's a dream come true. Fellow Daoist is determined to die, even if I say anything, it's useless."

Footsteps sounded again, but the man was about to leave.Wen Peihuan Qiongju sounds crisply, and the night rain rises up the spring stream, but Yu Yichuan's tobacco is full of wind in the city.

"Hey, why don't you stop persuading me, maybe I will live?" Lu Qing bandit called him from behind.

He originally came here to ask the owner here to save him, but when that person wanted to save him, he felt that this person was too rash.

This person was about to leave, and he felt that this person was too ruthless.

Left and right are uncomfortable.

"Then how do you want me to save you?" the man asked him as he said.

The roles of the two of them seemed to be reversed, the injured one didn't ask for help, but the standing one begged for the dying person to live.

"Do you have alcohol at home?"

"No."

"Forget it, then if you buy me a cup of tea, we are considered friends. If a friend invites me to drink tea, then I won't die—"

A chuckle came, and the ending was clear and diffused in the wet rain.The white and slender hand stretched out from under the umbrella, like a piece of melting moonlight.Tassels separated the Danqing rain curtain, and the white crane slightly raised its slender neck and vibrated its feathers.

The branch of peach blossom that had been knocked down by the rain stood up from the ground, and suddenly it was full of pink and white.

Misty and rainy power Hengtang, cyanotic color culvert clear and shallow.In the old friend's new tea room, we can see the lonely clouds far away.

Time does not live, pearls flow and jade turns.After a thousand years, the past is over.Three thousand peach blossoms were planted in his courtyard, the red flowers were chaotic and the wind was soft, and the demons were scorching.

Lu Qingbandit once asked that person why he saw that he was going to die, but said he was going to leave.Originally, the first time we met him, he could see through his warm and watery skin, and it was really a cold-hearted and stubborn rock inside.Don't talk about love at first sight, he will let him show his bones and ignore him.

Responding to him was a chuckle similar to that of the past, the man leaned over and kissed his forehead gently.

If you want to live, I will cure you, give you Bilu Ningdan, Tianzhulingcao.If you are going to die.I will bury you and set up a small tombstone for you on the back mountain.

Now I think, thanks to you calling me that time, thanks to that time I turned my head back.Bad luck, normal life.Maybe all the pain and embarrassment in the first half of my life was just to meet you at that time.

Take a look at the flowering lazy, half-edge monastic half-edge.

The soft smoky rain of Qianfangjie City fell overnight, soaking the whole city into a wet herring, the moss in the city roads and alleys stretched out in the rain, wicker strands were green, and a strand of moss came out from the cracks in the fish scales. Fresh greenery comes.

The rain and dew are affectionate and ruthless. The world and the sky are all ordinary. Immortals and beasts bathe in the rain together, which is the most fair.

Lu Qinggui was seriously injured, he was actually afraid of pain, he didn't stop poking himself, but he insisted on talking to that man for a long time, the blood flowed all over the ground, if he didn't save him, he would really die up.

At this moment, he suddenly relaxed and fell asleep.I don't know how long Shen fell asleep, but the rustling of bamboo leaves from the rain outside the window stopped and made another sound.In his sleep, it seemed that someone was dredging his meridians with spiritual energy, like a stream of warm spring water, rolling over his whole body, and feeding him some decoctions from time to time, some were bitter and unspeakable, while others were bland.

Lu Qingbing had a long dream. In the dream, wet and lingering cold air climbed his calf and pierced into his lungs. It was as cold as snow and ice.Then it became hot again, and the surrounding fire was bright like daylight. A shadow stood in front of him and asked him in a warm voice if he loved him or not.

He shivered and woke up from the dream. When he opened his eyes, he was still in a daze, and he smelled a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves mixed with the fragrance of pink peach blossoms.He is now lying on a soft screen bed, and a few red candles are placed on the table beside him, dancing with red light.Lu Qingban blinked, and a tear flowed from the corner of his eye, rolling down on the hollow rattan pillow under his body.

I don't know what time it is now, it's neither morning nor noon, the room is still very dark with candles lit, not as bright as outside.The windows are wide open, the air is cool and the courtyard is clear, and the sky is as refreshing as water.

There was a person standing by the window, Lu Qinggui couldn't see his appearance clearly, he could only see his figure was perfect, his long hair was as white as snow, his body was covered in frost and snow.

"You're awake." The man turned around, his brows were colder than the moonlight.

Where the jade is built with flowers and bright and beautiful, the pear blossoms in the moonlight come from dreams.

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