no signs of spirituality

When it was snowing in the middle of winter, the "distance between man and nature" between Xiao Wuyin and Xie Lingzheng had lasted for a whole year.

During this period, the two of them did not exchange letters, and it was rare for them to communicate with each other.Earlier, Xiao Wuyin would ask Lingxi to bring some magic tools and elixir to the lower realms, but Xie Lingzheng would always return them with courtesy and treat him like a guest, never losing courtesy and adding a bit of unfamiliarity. I feel a little unhappy, and in the future, I seldom send things down to annoy people.

One day Xiao Wuyin stood in the bamboo grove to watch the snow, the snow on the bamboo was green and speckled, and the snow flakes rustled on his shoulders, he felt cold, so he ordered Lingxi to bring a big red fur down the mountain, and gave it to Xie Lingzheng under the guise of his hand, and asked Hugh to mention himself.

Naturally, Mu Lingxi saved it, and didn't go down immediately, but waited for a few days, and when the ghosts came alive, he went down the mountain with a fur cloak, and found Xie Lingzheng, who was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, sitting drinking at the night market. In the name of a new year gift, he smoothly put the cloak on his shoulders.

Xie Lingzheng seldom had time to drink, but he did not dare to get drunk. He was pouring fine wine from the glass cup in his hand, his face was a little rosy, but his body was still as cold as stones and bricks.

"Consonance is bothering you." He smiled, "I'm telling the truth. Although I didn't want to, my body really doesn't know the cold, and I won't get injured easily. You spend real money on me, really It’s not worth it.”

Mu Lingxi snorted and said disdainfully: "According to what you said, you are not afraid of the cold or heat, and you are usually shameless, what are you doing wearing clothes, don't you come and go naked?"

Xie Lingzheng laughed loudly: "Well, you little girl, let me entertain you. I knew you love beauty so much that you chose such a bright red dress. Let's go, I will accompany you to pick out some beautiful rouge and gouache as a gift in return. "

"What do I want in return!" Mu Lingxi covered her lips and smiled, but her eyes were a little happy, her left hand moved slightly, and she looked around, then quietly took Xie Lingzheng's arm.

Xie Lingzheng raised his eyebrows: "Why, you're a big girl, are you sorry?"

Mu Lingxi spat, and said softly: "There are no rules, I dragged you because I did as the Romans did, not because I did something to you."

"The wilderness is reckless, don't dare." Xie Lingzheng laughed, "Let's go there."

After that, he gave a welcome ceremony, and led Mu Lingxi to the alley on the left.

The lights and shadows are sparse, and the shadows of people are scattered.

There were some pattering snowdrops along the way, Xie Lingzheng tied up his braids and put on the hood on his cloak. The snow-white plush skirt made his expression soft, and the shadows of the lamps and candles followed the outline of his face It was plated with a layer of rouge, which made him look many years younger. In addition, his figure was already slender and thin, so wearing it like this would not look like a weak crown at first glance.

Mu Lingxi stared blankly, feeling as if she was dreaming back to many years ago, more than a hundred years have passed, her appearance and heart have changed a little, but Xie Lingzheng still seems to be the same Xie Lingzheng, as if she could break a peach blossom into a sword at any time, As soon as he ventured into the mortal world, he became a famous peach blossom swordsman all over the world.

Xie Lingzheng interrupted her thoughts with a light cough: "Lingxi, just look at these rouges, don't stare at me."

Mu Lingxi came back to her senses, and hurriedly said: "Where did I see you, I was lost in thought."

Xie Lingzheng smiled at the corner of his mouth, and did not expose her. He just looked down at the neatly arranged boxes and jars in front of the table and cabinet, paused with his fingertips, and picked out a rather inconspicuous ink-colored porcelain jar from the inside, and asked, "What are you looking for?" Take a look at this, do you still like it?"

Mu Lingxi looked at the begonia red brocade box and was moved. Hearing his words, she just wanted to deny it, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the auspicious pattern of cranes and moon on the body of the jar, and hurriedly said: "I like it very much, this crane Her son is quite cute, and she bears a certain resemblance to Bi Xiao."

Xie Lingzheng didn't answer, but went to pay the bill, wrapped the box in a brocade handkerchief, and handed it to Mu Lingxi.

Mu Lingxi thanked her with a smile, only to feel that the atmosphere was a little stagnant, Xie Lingzheng didn't know when he started to look straight ahead, as if he had added something to his mind.

She understood instantly, so she turned her head and yelled to go back to change the master's medicine, and asked Xie Lingzheng to send her off. Xie Lingzheng sent her to the gate of the mansion. Before leaving, she tied up her collar and said, "Thank you again later Bar."

Mu Lingxi said: "I'm tired of thanking you this year, how can you rely on me for everything. Although I used to call you senior brother, but now I am several times older than you, you have to call me senior sister, senior teacher Aunt, grandma."

Xie Lingzheng was unmoved, and just smiled and called her: "Lingxi." After a pause, he said again, "Be careful on the road, I'll go back to the bamboo garden and have a look at the newly planted bamboos."

Mu Lingxi knew that there was still a hurdle in his heart, so he just smiled and cursed, "You only have those two bamboos in your heart." Without further words, he made a trick and flew back to Mount Yingtai.

When Mu Lingxi returned to the Yuntai Hall, Xiao Wuyin was sitting in front of the window, trimming the newly folded red plums on the table.

Immortal Yingtai seemed to have no idea of ​​good and bad, beauty and ugliness, and cut a cluster of red plums to pieces, with wilting flowering branches in one place, like a crooked-neck tree that blossomed unexpectedly.

Mu Lingxi sighed secretly, and said with a smile: "Master, why did you think of cutting plums?"

Only then did Xiao Wuyin hear her voice, she turned her head and said: "Lingzheng would also trim like this in the past, it seems that there is not much difficulty."

"Master misses the plum blossoms from previous years." Mu Lingxi said, "You don't have to worry about it. In the next day, when senior brother is free, I will move this pot of flowers to the lower realm and ask him to trim it and bring it back again. It’s okay, at most he’s extorting a few coins, it doesn’t matter.”

"When he was free, the flowers withered." Xiao Wuyin put away the cut, "You smell so good."

"Ah, it's the rouge that senior brother gave me." Mu Lingxi took out the brocade bag in her arms and untied the knot, "Master doesn't like it, so I'll take them back right away."

Bupa opened, Mu Lingxi froze slightly.

There were two small pots in the brocade bag, one was pitch black and the other was orange red, neatly next to each other.

It took Mu Lingxi a while to realize, and said softly: "So it was not chosen for me."

Xiao Wuyin frowned and asked: "What?"

Mu Lingxi blinked, and put the black vial on the small table in front of the couch: "Thank you gift from senior brother to master."

Xiao Wuyin was startled, took the porcelain vase, and lightly touched the pattern of cranes and the moon on it, but did not open it.

Mu Lingxi said consciously: "Master, did Lingxi resign?"

"Voice spell." Xiao Wuyin said in a low voice, "I want to listen for a while."

One year is not enough for Immortal Yingtai to restore the fairy power dissipated, and the simple water-avoiding spell can still stump him, but the rest of the spells are even more powerless. Wood Lingxi has become half of his hand, and without Wood Lingxi by his side, , he can only learn to be a mortal.

The phonographic spell is also a very simple technique, it is often used to leave the letter's heartbeat for yourself or others to hear, Mu Lingxi naturally knows what Xiao Wuyin wants to hear, and unfolds the spell without saying a word, Then quietly exited the house, not wanting to hear another word.

White papers flew out from the drawer, floating around Xiao Wuyin like snow flakes, the familiar voice lingered in his ears, the youth's clear voice penetrated into his ear sockets, and melted into his blood.

Since Xie Lingzheng started traveling down the mountain at the age of 16, he has had the habit of sending letters and messages. At the beginning, he used to remember things, such as "go to the mud tonight to see the waist, enjoy the flowers and listen to the music", or "ask three or five friends to go boating on the lake. , Don’t read it when you come home late”, after a while, there will be more narration, and it will become “It’s like three autumns after a day’s absence”, and “Looking forward to traveling with the master, listening to the wind and knowing the music”, there is no shortage of one or two A witty remark, "The old man and a group I met today called me Peach Blossom Swordsman, a very fragrant name, but I am ashamed."

Young people have a hundred kinds of speech and thousands of thoughts and emotions, but they are all random, they don't pay attention to etiquette, they don't respect the rules, and they write whatever comes to mind. Rebuking him on the grounds of etiquette, Xie Lingzheng became more daring as time went by, and there was a sense of intimacy between the books he left, but he didn't realize it at the time, but he still kept these books like old things left by Lingzheng in the past. The papers were stacked neatly in the drawer.

In addition to the letters and old things, there are also gifts from Xie Lingzheng that Xie Lingzheng gave to the master on various occasions over the years, such as the decorations woven from bamboo strips, the flower pieces carved from peach pits, and the travels in the lower world. The novelty objects picked up from time to time, as well as the shiny stones of various colors, and the neatly folded snow crane clothes.

Xiao Wuyin stood quietly for a long time, glanced at the small jar in his hand, and wanted to put it in a drawer to keep it away, but suddenly felt that the seal was slightly loose, as if it had been opened before, so he picked it up again, unsealed it, and saw the contents The things were dumped, only a small piece of paper was left.

Xiao Wuyin's fingers trembled, he took out the note, opened it to read, there was a line of words scrawled on it, the ink marks were still fresh: "I am grateful for the kindness, there are no words to express it, I don't know why, there is this book." : "The robe is very warm."

He raised his head in a daze, and threw the scroll into the phonogram, and heard Xie Lingzheng's lowered breath, a little gasping, and a little drunk, it was what he said just today, it was too fresh, as fresh as the paper In the dripping brushstrokes, there is also hidden the hot breath he exhaled when he was writing at his desk.

The sentence "Thank you for your kindness" is still a bit of a word, but when it reaches "beyond words", there is a bit of anxiety coming from nowhere, and the sentence "I don't know why, there is this book" is even more unreasonable. Xiao Wuyin's heart shuddered, he suddenly felt the same feeling, and he didn't know why, but there was always a urge to express it to his throat, he was unwilling to stop there, and he didn't know how to speak.

I don't know how long it took for him to wake up from it, and he realized that his forehead was slightly wet, not only that, his whole body was covered in thin sweat.

Immortals should not sweat or cry, their clothes should not be stained with dust, and they should not talk too much, so even when the calamity was the most serious injury, Xiao Wuyin never got hot or sweaty, but now there is a note with unknown meaning It can easily make him commit several taboos in a row, and his heart beats like a drum.

When the stubborn stone has a heartbeat, it will have flesh and blood breathing, sweat and tears, and will know cold and cold, love and thirst. Similarly, it will give birth to a soul, understand human nature, and thus have a life span and step into time. The torrent of time.

Xiao Wuyin brushed the wet hair from his forehead to the back of his head, he got up and walked among the floating notes and papers, leaning on a thin bamboo stick, he stepped out of the Yuntai Hall, listening to Xie Lingzheng's note on the letter. With a clear and clear voice, he saw the trail that the young man had kowtowed to go up the mountain step by step, and hurriedly stepped on the footprints that seemed to be yesterday, and went straight down the mountain.