He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The sea of ​​eight bitter dreams, the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water, are born from the heart.

He Xichen rummaged through the classics on Zuowang Peak, and knew that this thing is a spiritual treasure that is not passed on in Buddhism, and only disciples who have achieved cultivation can use this thing to temper their xinxing.If you are obsessed with delusions and indulge in it, at least your cultivation base will regress, and at worst, your Dao heart will fall.They have already set up restrictions before they entered the dream. If no one wakes up after dawn, the dream will be shattered by itself and the person in the dream will be forced to wake up.

There was a chaotic darkness all around, only a barren snow-covered path under the feet, reflecting a faint light.He Xichen stepped on the snow, and vaguely felt a chill creeping up his ankles.He raised his foot and just took a step, but saw a handsome young man gradually running out of the darkness, exhaling a white mist, rushing straight over and hugging his waist.

"Ouch!" He Xichen was shaken by the bump.

The little boy who appeared strangely raised his head and looked at him, with a bright smile on his round face: "I found you!"

He Xichen was so heartbroken that he even touched his soft forehead affectionately, and said, "He Xichen, did you ask your Excellency's name?"

"You don't know?" The young man pursed his lips and replied, tugging at his skirt in dissatisfaction: "I am you! Mr. Su, Hersey City, Mr. Li, or Master Laoshizi, it's you and me. I With your memory, I am you!"

He Xichen was stunned for a moment, all kinds of past came to his mind, and all kinds of feelings brewed until the end, and he only melted into a relieved chuckle: "Only I am me." He gently brushed the snowflakes off the young man's head, "We are destined to have the same name, It’s also a great joy.”

"That's not it!" The boy suddenly jumped up and shouted, "I am you! I know everything about you——I know the Yichun Tower on August [-]th. We went there with Naiji Dandelion, do you still remember Song Mingyue? He can't drink, and we even made him drink!"

"I remember everything clearly, and I can't bear to forget it." He Xichen couldn't help laughing, and suddenly turned serious, looking at the young man's dark almond eyes and said, "Although your Excellency knows this, you just watch and walk with them I am the one who takes a journey of mountains and rivers, and I am also the one who tastes tea and enjoys flowers with them, and leans on the mountains and rivers with drunkenness. The friendship among them is not something that can be understood just by looking at them.”

The boy's brows gradually frowned, as if he had encountered something unbelievable.

"Oh, kid, hurry up and go back to sleep!" He Xichen suddenly covered the boy's cold face with his warm palm, and said, "Brother still has a long way to go, if there is a destiny, I will meet you again." Walk.

"Hey!" The young man grabbed his whisk and asked pitifully, "But I only have your memory. If I'm not you, who is it? I know everything about you, but I don't even know my own name."

He Xichen kept walking, and his clear and laughing voice reached the young man's ears: "If you don't dislike—the name 'He Xichen' sounds pleasant to your ears, then you can call it that."

The snowy road has been stretching into the distance, with no end in sight, but the phantoms on both sides are one step at a time.Su Jiu on the left is tying a wreath in front of the window, Shi Jianchen on the right is dancing his sword on the top of Huashan Mountain, for a while the haggard Juliet is sleeping on a high-backed red chair with two cats in his arms, and for a while Baoheng Jun is carrying a jug of wine to five Xian Xiaozhu is looking for someone.

There was always a nostalgic smile on He Xichen's face, sometimes he stopped and stood silently for a while, then shook off the snowflakes on his shoulders and continued to move forward.When the road came to an end, he suddenly looked back and bowed deeply: "Everyone, take care."

He stepped into the final sea of ​​suffering without looking back.

It was a quiet courtyard, where the sun was shining harmoniously, and the shadows of locust trees swayed and rustled in the wind.Sitting on the steps was a sick and thin boy, with his forehead resting on a nearby pillar, watching the people coming and going outside the door eagerly.

"If it's missing, come in quickly, don't let the wind blow." The woman in the house quickly put a cotton-padded jacket on the child, muttering, "When you recover from illness, you can go out and play together."

Like a milk cat, Ying Ruoque buried his face in the woman's neck and asked, "Mother, where is brother?"

"Ruo Zhuo was forced to kneel in the ancestral hall, that brat, got into a fight again!"

The woman carried Ying Ruoque into the house, and suddenly heard ghosts crying and howling, clanging and clanging from the ancestral hall not far away. Ying Ruozhu must have annoyed his father again, and started beating him in front of the ancestor!

"Mother, go see your brother first." Ying Ruoque pushed the woman's arm sensiblely.

"...Your father doesn't attack lightly or seriously, mother will be honest after scolding him!" The woman scratched the bridge of Ying Ruoque's nose, and the child was easy to coax, and immediately giggled.

As the sound of the woman's footsteps disappeared, the room became quiet, only the crisp sound of the curtains shaking.

He Xichen stood at the head of the bed hiding his body, and he knew in his heart that this child was his "past history".

"Why haven't I seen you?" Ying Ruoque who was lying on the pillow suddenly stared straight at his direction and asked, "Are you a new ghost?"

He Xichen looked left and right, pointed to his nose and asked, "You mean me?"

"En." Ying Ruo nodded.

"I'm not a ghost, I'm..." He Xichen deliberated, and finally admitted firmly, "Forget it, I'm a ghost."

"Haha, are you a ghost?" Ying Ruoque kicked the quilt away.

"Yes, yes! Why are you not afraid of me?"

"Hmph! I'm not afraid!"

He Xichen applauded the venue and said, "Amazing."

The boss of the Ying family is shrewd and knows how to do business. Seeing that the family property is getting richer and richer, and his wife is also doing well, she gave birth to a pair of twins for him, which is envied by everyone.It's a pity that the eldest son was congenitally deficient and grew up soaked in a medicine jar. The fortune teller said that he would not live to be three years old.

He just didn't believe it, so he traveled all over the country to seek medical advice, and his family wealth was gone, so he managed to save Ying Ruoque's little life.

"Mother went to the mountain to find an immortal, and made me a bowl of talisman water to drink, but it was useless. The great monk in the temple couldn't do anything about it. He said that I had grown a pair of unicorn bones, and I should have been rich and powerful, but my fate brought me a lot of money. evil."

He Xichen saw that Ying Ruoque pulled his fly whisk into a mess and didn't stop him, he just asked, "Then what should I do?"

Ying Ruoque scratched his little head and frowned distressedly: "I don't know, but it's not a big deal. I'm seven years old now, so I've lived four years longer!" He counted on his fingers. He Xichen listened and yawned from time to time.Maybe it's because I'm too lonely, and I can't stop talking as soon as I catch someone, and I can't bear to stop.

"Besides, people lie in the coffin after death. Although they can't move or speak, they don't need to take medicine anymore. It's great, but it's a bit uncomfortable to not be able to scratch the back. At that time, I will become a ghost like you. I can play with you." Ying Ruoque has only been in this world for a few years, and it is nonsense to say that he can see through life and death, but he is ignorant, and he is not as afraid of death as ordinary people.

He Xichen laughed, patted him on the back leisurely, and hummed a soft tune from Jiangnan water town: "If you are short of friends, go to sleep if you are sleepy, if other ghost friends come to look for you, I will decline for you first."

"I don't have any other ghost friends, they don't dare to approach me." Ying Ruo's fleshy little hands clutched the hem of He Xichen's clothes, closing and closing his big eyes, "Don't go, wait until I wake up to talk to you."

"Okay, I won't go." He Xichen agreed.

After the woman beat up the father and son who were making trouble in the ancestral hall, she returned to the room, and the child on the bed had already fallen asleep, but the quilt that had been kicked to the end of the bed was covered at this time, and the naked body was exposed. The little hands were clutching something vaguely, refusing to let go.

Ying Ruozhuo got covered in mud outside, hid behind a pillar and giggled, and without accident, was turned into a mad dog by his wife and fled around the yard.

"How dare you play truant! I'll kill you little bastard!" The woman chased after him with a cane, and every time it was about to fall on him, she turned a corner and swung it to the ground.

"Mom! The Dongliang River is dammed, so I'll catch a fish!" Ying Ruozhuo ran away with her head in her arms.

"Fishing? Where's the fish? Hand it over!"

Ying Ruozhuo choked, that basketful of loaches and eels was given to Aunt Zheng's youngest daughter in West Street.The little girl was nineteen years old, a round older than him, not very good-looking, but gentle and patient, and would buy them candy.All the little boys on the east and west streets liked her, and he liked her so much, he even asked his mother to propose a marriage, but he was made fun of her in the end.

"Do you like Miss Zheng?" He Xichen sat cross-legged under the eaves watching a play, with one arm around Ying Ruoque on the steps.

"I don't like it!" Ying Ruoque snorted arrogantly, "She can't climb trees, and she can scream when she sees caterpillars, it's too noisy! But if no one wants her... well, I'm reluctant to marry her." She's not bad either."

He Xichen couldn't help laughing.

The days in the dream go by day by day, and he is not in a hurry, he just stays with Ying Ruoque, talks to him when no one is around, and tells him stories at night—Zuwangfeng, Shoushan Jianzong, Jixia The Academy, the Beiming Kunpeng Road [-] miles away, and the only true dragon in the world sleeping in the Dragon Stream.Besides, he couldn't get involved in this seemingly real dream.

The chirping of cicadas is extinguished, and the branches are covered with snow.The fields failed and the famine spread. Countless people flocked to the affluent Huainan, and five members of Ying's family, who had a fetus in their stomachs, also joined the famine fleeing team.

On the bumpy carriage, the two brothers, who looked exactly like each other, were nestled in a corner, taking care not to bump into their pregnant mother.

"Do you think mother will have a younger sister or a younger brother? I want a younger sister." Ying Ruozhuo whispered to his brother.

"I also want a younger sister... If only my mother could give me another brother." Ying Ruoque said eagerly.

Ying Ruozhuo nodded in agreement.The twin brother is too weak, he doesn't dislike it, but he also wants a tall and strong brother who can help him fight and swear.

At night, the galaxy falls into the wild.

Ying Ruoque suppressed his cough and lay on He Xichen's chest, saying in a muffled voice, "I always feel like I'm going to die."

He Xichen touched his head: "No way."

"Yes." Ying Ruoque said weakly, "I haven't taken any medicine for five days."

He Xichen kissed his forehead: "Is it cold?"

"...a little bit."

"How about this?" He Xichen put his arms around the thin child's shoulders, and held his cold feet.

"better."

The two of them remained silent, listening to the ugly and hoarse chirping of the crows in the woods.

The bark of the tree has been stripped off. If the situation is more serious, it will not be able to survive, and the tragic situation may occur.Many hungry and red-eyed victims stared at the car, but fortunately, Ying's father was strong and powerful, and his deterrence was strong.

"Sister Zheng, do you know if there is something wrong?"

"She has been picked up by relatives, don't worry."

Ying Ruohua nodded and said, "I may not be able to marry Sister Zheng."

"She's already engaged. If you want to snatch her, I can accompany you."

"Sister Zheng bought me a piece of kidney bean cake. It's delicious and sweet. I want to buy it for my sister too."

"When you recover from illness, let's go shopping together."

Ying Ruoque smiled and said, "I'm going to sleep first, don't go, I will chat with you again when I wake up."

He Xichen stroked his back: "...Okay, you go to sleep, I'm here."

He softly hummed the misty Jiangnan ditty, just like meeting for the first time, but now the sky is getting brighter and the dream has come to an end.The carriage, the field, and the child in his arms finally turned into soft points of light and disappeared into the endless darkness.

Only the snowy path where He Xichen came was left under his feet.This road is always only him.

"Ba Ku Meng Hai, don't you mean to torment people? It's really... really sad to death..."

The two tears in He Xichen's eyes fell into the snow and disappeared, as if they had never flowed.As soon as his mind moved, he woke up from the dream without any effort. After a stick of incense, the other three people in the seclusion sank into the sea of ​​misery.

He Lili seemed to be in some kind of beautiful dream, laughing silly; Yuan Fuyi tossed and turned, almost spilling the tea on the table.As for Ting Chan, the monk is fine, but his brow is sweating, and he doesn't look relaxed.He Xichen sat blankly for a while, then blew out the candles in the house, and walked out of the seclusion.

At night in Jixia Academy, night readings were lit up everywhere, and the sweet-scented osmanthus trees were covered with small letters, and there were a lot of "Zhihu Zheye", and the fresh cool wind more or less blew away the melancholy in his heart.

"He Xichen?" Suddenly an old voice came, and Xun Ye called out in surprise holding a small lamp.

"Mr. Xun." He Xichen cupped his hands.

Xun Ye didn't pay attention to these formalities, and waved his hands indifferently: "Where are you going? Jixia Academy is not allowed to wander around at night."

"The student wants to go to Beiming."

"Huh? You're not going to attend the Golden Terrace Ceremony?" Xun Ye suddenly raised his voice in displeasure.

He Xichen quickly shook his head and said, "No, I'll be back tomorrow, the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Only then did Xun Ye curl his lips and said, "Come with me." He carried a lantern and walked ahead, and the undead fireflies in the lantern gave off a glowing light, illuminating the mountain path under his feet.

The two had very little interaction, and didn't even say a few words.Xun Ye felt sorry for He Xichen's talent, but he was stubborn and refused to speak until he brought him to the top of Mount Tai'a, and said: "We cultivate immortality, not for longevity. Although everyone is doing good for themselves nowadays, we should help the people and help the world , It is still the responsibility of our generation of scholars. A man should uphold righteousness and not be a dog for a small fly. You...whether you practice Taoism or Confucianism, don't be complacent."

He Xichen's expression moved slightly, and he bowed to salute, "The student has been taught."

Xun Ye coughed, and said impatiently: "Go! Do your business!" He took out a white and smooth feather from his bosom, and said awkwardly, "This is the feather of the Crane Immortal of Jixia Academy. You take it and use it first, go and come back quickly." The old man seldom did this kind of thing, he was very uncomfortable, he was about to leave, but was stopped by He Xichen.

"Ten years ago, the students of Jintai Li hadn't enlightened their wisdom. If you don't mind, sir, you can order some cinnabar for the students."

Xun Ye paused, turned around and asked, "Are you really willing?"

"Students are willing."

"Hahaha! Very good! Very good!" Xun Ye laughed loudly, then corrected his clothes, and said solemnly, "Heaven will send a great mission to the people, but the road is dangerous and difficult, and the road is hard and difficult. I hope you will be tempted to bear it in the future." Personality, establish life for the people. Keep your heart and righteousness, and take the world as your responsibility!"

These words of admonition flew in the mountain wind, causing thousands of mountains to resound, and the fireflies of the immortal fire in the forest flew up one after another, illuminating the thousands of volumes of books in Jixia Academy.I saw the ancient books spread out on the students' desks flipping through the pages, as if the sages were giving advice.

He Xichen knelt down calmly: "I would like to follow Mr.'s instruction."

Xun Ye's skinny fingertips touched the tip of his eyebrows, and a smear of red covered it in an instant.

"Hahahaha! Come on! This old man is going to drink with Dan Youzi!"

A smile flashed in He Xichen's eyes, he watched Xun Ye walk away, and with a wave of his sleeve, he threw out the Crane Immortal's plume.

The dark shadow lurking outside the Jixia Academy followed quietly, and couldn't help saying bitterly: "Hurry up and shut up! Didn't you see him!"