[Chu Liuxiang Mobile Game Dark Cloud] Big Dream Floating Life gl

A dream is like a painting, the landscape is easy to set, but to add lifelike people, you need to work hard on the details, and it is impossible to do it without fine brushwork.

If you haven't been here and don't remember it, this fine brushwork will be useless.

So I thought to myself that this is just a shoddy town, I didn’t think of hiding when I stepped out of the mountain gate, but after the strong wind passed, every shop in the market had bamboo poles, dirty bluestones, thin mules, sunken cheeks and cloudy eyes The pedestrians, and the withered sky in the north, are all set before me.

I can't see where there is a flaw.What's more, the crowd in gray clothes and shabby shoes is like a flood of plaster. They include the rich and the poor, those who are worried and distressed, and those who curse and scream. Jiayan and I are two clumps of purple and blue falling in it Very dazzling.

The people walked towards us, split into two groups, and occasionally met their eyes, with a creepy dull expression.

I held Jiayan on my back, bowed my head and walked towards the alley, the two people on the side of the road stared at Jiayan for a long time, followed me and looked at each other, with their hands hidden in their sleeves.

... Jiayan really got into trouble.

With this thought in mind, I quickly walked through the narrow alley, stepped on the eaves and slid to the street. At the end of the street was a big house with its door wide open. I don’t know how many times it has been looted. back into the backyard.

The wound opened again.I endured the pain and closed the door of the woodshed, then turned around and asked Jiayan, "What trouble have you caused?"

The firewood room was damp and cold, closed for some reason, and there were still a few stains splashed on the walls.

I put Jiayan on the pile of firewood, her injured leg didn’t need to touch the ground, and she sat at the same height as me. She sucked the tip of her frozen red nose, and said to me pitifully, “Cong Shuang, I’m cold.”

I glared at her.

She shook her frozen white feet awkwardly, kicked me lightly, and then whispered: "Maybe the senior sister is looking for me."

"Looking for you?"

"According to the time, they should go to the Qingfeng Gang. The Qingfeng Gang is very powerful here, and it is likely that they were entrusted by the senior sister to find me..." She analyzed it well, "If you send me to the Qingfeng Gang, I will be fine. "

I just feel depressed, and I want to send you back, and then go to Linqing City to rescue you, but it won't work. I can't believe it."

"You don't tell the Qingfeng Gang, don't let me send a message to the senior sister," she opened her eyes wide, and laughed out loud, "On that side, they must have thought that I was taken away by thieves."

Strange, I was just a passer-by to send her down the mountain, but I was impatient just now, and directly expressed my intention to abandon her senior sister Nan Du, she didn't think I had bad intentions, didn't leave in a fit of anger, and didn't insist on writing to her senior sister.Even except for a little bit of coquettishness when we first met, she was obedient to the point of shame.

I didn't know what to say again, but the little enemy looked around, and then came over eagerly and held my sleeve, "Cong Shuang, I'm cold and hungry..."

"..."

To be honest, I couldn't stand her like this, so I had to jump over the wall and found some old cotton clothes from the servant's room. of.

As it was getting dark, I lit a bunch of withered grass and piled it in the corner, and used the light to help her remove the flowers on the disc.Taking off the butterfly gold ornament that was holding her hair, the long hair like a waterfall fell on Jiayan's bare shoulders.

It's not like when I met her her hair was dry and tangled and had to be cut.

I couldn't help but pat her head.

She took off the butterfly ornament on her chest, grabbed the corner of her clothes shyly and said, "I'm not a child, I take it off myself..."

"Is it just your legs?" I laughed, and I couldn't help but wrap the ragged jacket around her first. She sucked her nose pitifully, her little face was pale with cold, and her loose hair didn't look like a lady from your family, but a little beggar. Son.

It’s not necessary to take it off. Diyin is made of high-quality silk material, and it’s a chest-length skirt. I took off the sleeves with a dagger, and cut the petal-like skirt to the waist to use as a close-fitting dress. My heart aches. Dejiayan was about to cry.

After she kicked around, I put on servant's ragged cotton trousers, re-medicated her legs, and put on a pair of countryman's cotton shoes. After dressing up, she sat back on the firewood stack and hiccupped.

"what happened?"

"You make me so ugly." She said while touching the bun on top of her head.

"Well, turn around." I called her.

"..." She turned her eyes sideways, and flicked the soft hair hanging from her temples.

I smiled and supported her chin, and took out half of the eyebrow pencil to draw on her. It was not to make her eyebrows charming, but to thicken her eyebrows and make her eyes longer. With experience, besides the good words are not long, it is easy to create a young man's appearance, "We are a pair of brothers, the master's family runs a cloth business in Jinling, and the shop in the north was robbed and killed, and the clerk escaped with his death. Running away, you and I have nowhere to go, so we can only go south to find the master's house... Well, the master's family name is Qian, my name is Qian Ah Wu, your name is Qian Xiaoqi."

Jiayan was holding back her laughter from the very first word I said, and as soon as Qian Awu came out, she couldn't hold it in any longer, and buried herself in my shoulder, shaking with laughter.

"You haven't dressed up as a boy outside for so long, why are you doing this now?" She asked with interest.

When I met Jiayan in the second year of Jianwen, she had gone through a lot of torture, and she was a little silent. She never asked me these things along the way. I was emotional and stroked her back.

"Is it because I'm good-looking?" She looked up and smiled, "If it's brother and sister, you're afraid that I'll be trafficked. If it's brother and sister, it's hard for my sister to talk when I'm out. You have to take care of me and save unnecessary trouble." .”

"Cong Shuang, you are not much older than me."

She sighed like this, Cong Shuang, it sounds like she called me Shuang'er later.

Her eyes were shining brightly, reflecting the firelight, full of warm sincerity.

into the night.

I found a few shriveled sweet potatoes in the kitchen, they were not searched because they were too small and leaked under the stove, and I picked them up and threw them into the fire to roast.After I changed my clothes, Jiayan limped over and took out one and began to eat it.

"Cong Shuang, come and eat too, aren't you hungry?" She puffed her cheeks.

"Good words."

"Well?"

Looking at the incomparably real flames, my worries remained undiminished. I thought that maybe Yunmeng had something to do with the current dream, so I knelt down and asked her: "I often hear that you Yunmeng's heart-training...what is the dream like?"

She swallowed, her eyes rolled, and she looked at me seriously.

"Forging the mind is a part of Guanmeng's homework, and it is also the subject of Yunmeng's school exam every year. All senior sisters who have the talent for dreaming have to go there once a day-of course, there is a senior uncle to take care of it. The most dangerous thing is to be embarrassed."

"So it's not a concern?"

"No, dreams are honey for the entrance, as well as throat-sealing poison. A good talent is just an introduction. To elaborate further, people with weak hearts, and poor people who have experienced ups and downs in childhood and have many things they can't ask for, will be born in dreams. It becomes increasingly difficult to see oneself clearly. Forging the mind lies in questioning, finding out the demons in the mind and getting rid of them, so as to get a glimpse of the freedom in the dream, and then you can break out of the cocoon."

She sat limply and spoke every word, adding a bit of the demeanor of a senior sister of Cuiweiju.

"Others don't know, so let's talk about myself."

"I'm not an inner disciple," she said with her head bowed. "My surname is Li, and my father was a minor official. At that time, Hu Weiyong's case was involved too much, and no one in the court had to call my father back. My father was afraid that this would be dangerous, so he sent my younger brother away before leaving." I sent you to Wudang and Yunmeng with me, just hoping that I could leave my bones and blood even when I sat down. I was born with insufficient womb, and I was raised in Taoyuanjin when I was young. I took them into their family until my father wanted to take me home when I was nine years old, but I didn’t go back, and the door only said that I would be accepted into the inner door for a few years.”

"I don't want to go back to Jinling, and I don't want to go home to embroider. I live comfortably in Taoyuanjin. Later, I was taken care of by my senior sister when I moved to Cuiweiju. These are all the good intentions of the master. You must know that I grew up in Yunmeng Villa since I was a child. Older children have never tasted the taste of misery and despair. If they are talented, once they are taught, the road to dreaming will be magnanimous."

"It's just Cong Shuang, people always have to grow up. Yunmeng Villa can give a happy past, the elders are loving, and the sisters support, but it can't keep the road going smoothly. It's even harder to lose after getting it, and even harder to see fairness." Endure the dirty things. Many senior sisters who went out came back and were trapped in painful dreams, and finally had to give up watching dreams."

Jiayan has said these words one after another before, about her past and experience, now I talk about it carefully, I listened to her explanation, and suddenly remembered... How much painstaking effort did Jiayan put in after Jing Nan to be able to overcome all obstacles Kill all demons and nightmares.

She never mentioned it to me.

I stroked her hair.

She rubbed back against me, moved a few steps closer, and happily snuggled into my arms. Both of us were in our teens, like two little animals keeping warm.

"Cong Shuang, I don't know what you're confused about," she sighed comfortably, and her green finger tapped on my heart, "But all dharmas come back to the origin, and the same is true for dream observation. Dreams are born from the heart. She has a heart. Can't get rid of greed, hatred, ignorance, love, and evil desires."

"This is called enforcement."

I grab her fingers.

"It's a bit like Buddhism, but we are not Shaolin Wudang, and we can't talk about cleaning the six roots and killing the three corpses. In the eyes of doctors, "holding" is not a bad thing. Whoever is born in a mortal body is not a heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys. The five viscera and the five emotions already coexist, so there is no need to discard them, it is nothing more than grasping a 'degree' in a square inch. It is only to seek a harmony between things and me, and harmony."

"No wonder you persuade people to go to see the scenery, go to sleep, and go to have a good meal." I teased her.

"...Is there any way," she blushed, and seriously argued, "How many seniors have been dragged down by the past. Heartaches are the most difficult to heal in the world, and nightmares are the saddest. The only way is to put your heart outside the dream, so The sisters put it in the harmless Yunmeng Villa, gifted it to their lovers, entrusted it with medical books, and flew to Huashan Feixue and Jiangnan Luohua... but hinted to myself that when encountering thousands of scenes in other people's dreams, countless people will be overjoyed, Heartbroken, even encountering the attachment in my dream, remember to compare the two before you can talk about letting go."

With one hand down, she made a supporting movement.

"When you have a mountain of gold behind you, do you still care about a copper plate in the past? When you have a safe place to live, are you still afraid of the ups and downs of the past? Even if you do, as the days go by, these things support you to face the past. will always be relieved.”

"This is forging your mind. When you get through these things safely, you will fly high and far away like a kite holding a string. Only by watching your dreams along the way can you find yourself at ease and achieve some small success."

"There is a saying - ride a phoenix in the morning to Biluo, and see white waves in the sea at dusk."

She said she was tired, stopped and looked at me quietly.

Her voice was soft and waxy, and the reasoning was clear. I heard it comfortably, hugged her up, put my chin on my shoulder, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Shuang'er," she whispered without knowing what to think, "I want to take a look at Senior Sister before I leave."

"it is good."

She turned her head and kissed me lightly on the cheek, with the sweet smell of sweet potatoes. I was annoyed that she was so mischievous at a young age, and I was anxiously thinking that dreams come from the heart. Could it be that I was thinking about something beautiful .

I sigh resignedly.

We didn't sleep that night in the dream.Hear the falling snow one after another, hear the snow crushing the dead branches, and hear the cock crowing in the desolation.The goose-gray light fell into the small square window, Jiayan moved in my arms, her eyelashes were covered with thin frost, she exhaled a breath of white mist, and smiled at me: "It's just one night, why does it seem to be over?" It seems like a long time."

Yes, in one night, we seem to have experienced heavy snow for three days and nights, and now everything is silent, I don’t know when it was in the world.

The two of us stepped on the long steps, passed through the white snow, and climbed over a mountain to the place where the Qingfeng Gang is located.

Qingfengbang takes the meaning of Qingfengmingyue, which means leaning against the cliff and embracing the moon with tall buildings.At this time, after the snow, the ice flakes filled the air and condensed into a mist in the middle of the mountain.

We stayed in the village at the foot of the mountain, and soon met Jiayan's senior sister.

I have never met this Senior Sister Yunmeng, I only know her name is Baihang, she is in the same line as the master Tan, and is very respected in Xinglinju.Speaking of her deeds, it is said that she started collecting herbs and grinding them since she was a child, and she would recite soup recipes when she could walk.

Later, Yunmeng sent people to find her remains in the back mountain of the Qingfeng Gang. They said that she fell from a cliff with a strange poison and died. Jiayan took her into the museum and helped her back to Yunmeng.After that, Jiayan dressed in mourning went to Anxiang to put up the list.Blood for blood, killing to stop killing is what she said, and the grief is hard to recall.

It is said that Senior Sister Baihang has a beautiful appearance and a gentle temperament. At this time, I was standing at the entrance of the village in a world of ice and snow, and I saw her coming through the white mist from a distance.

I couldn't think of her and the shattered bone under the cliff, so I didn't dare to look at it again.

The lake-blue skirt swept across, and the footsteps fell back lightly, stopping gently beside me.

"I see young master's footsteps are vain, and there is a look of forbearance in his brows." She looked at me, stepped forward to hold my arm, and asked gently, "But is there any injury?"

"The villain, the villain is just a servant in trouble, not a son..." I never expected that she would stop, so I just stood respectfully. "A little injury, I dare not bother the heroine."

"Pfft." Her eyes were clean and lightened a little under the light, and she glanced behind me, "Who is this?"

"This is the villain's younger brother." I looked at Jiayan from the side, and saw her buried on my other shoulder and pretended to be asleep, "She is weak, so she asked me to carry her on her back, and she fell asleep right now."

"We're still fighting right now, so it's not easy to survive." Sister Bai Hang sighed, she took out a medicine bottle from her sleeve, and seeing that it was inconvenient for me to take it, she put it directly into Jiayan's arms, "The external injury is easy to heal, but the internal injury is ten thousand." Don’t delay, you remember to take one pill every day, it can remove blood stasis and relieve pain, go to Chen Shengxin, if you have a destiny in the future, you can go to Yunmeng Xinglinju to find me.”

"Hey, girls should be careful when they are away from home. My little sister has been missing so far, and I don't know where she went." She saw through my disguise, looked worried, touched my forehead hair with a smile, and said, "May you Go here in peace."

I'm stuck in the throat.

Even if she was a guest of the Qingfeng Gang, she never forgot to come down the mountain to see a doctor. She had a great compassion in her heart, and she had saved countless lives with her wonderful hands. Now she was saying goodbye to Xinglinju in the future, but she didn't know that she would only die in a foreign land and return to her hometown. fate.

...the way of heaven is unfair.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister!" I called her, "I wish you..."

Senior Sister Baihang turned her back and waved her hands, but when I turned around, I saw a strong wind, and the fine wine and chaotic jade blew past my ears, and the figure instantly shattered into white.

I bit my lip and couldn't speak anymore, bowed my head and carried Jiayan on my back, and continued walking, the little hands on my shoulders tightened until they were tightly clenched, hot tears flowed into my collar, and burned to my chest against the skin .

"... Be good." I turned Jiayan upside down, and she hugged me tightly.

"Shuang'er..." she sobbed, almost breaking down in sobs, "I grew up in Taoyuanjin...the soup and medicine I drank were all cooked and delivered by my senior sister on time...not only that, but she also came to the door in person every day... Carefully record the pulse diagnosis..."

"I'm always naughty... Later, when I went to Cuiweiju to fight, she came all the way here to deliver wound medicine..."

"She loves reasoning the most, citing scriptures... We, a group of children, are no match for her."

"I'm not afraid of the sect leader, I'm not afraid of Sister Lan...I'm most afraid of her..."

"The heart of a doctor is like that of a parent..."

"Senior Sister... woo..."

"They, how dare they..."

Tears rolled down, and a few drops fell on the snow, melting into small round pits. I don't know if Xiao Jiayan, who was born with the dream, had foreseen the tragic death of the senior sister, so there was no need to speak of deceitful comfort.

Back at the residence, Jiayan was covered with the quilt and huddled into a small ball. She was crying urgently, and she was still a little breathless. I stroked her back through the quilt, and she looked at me with tears in her eyes, and came to grab my hand in panic. sleeves.

"Shuang'er...I'm in so much pain."

I felt like a knife piercing my heart for a moment.

And just at this time, there was an explosion on the mountain, and a raging fire burst into the sky, billowing black smoke.

Jiayan suddenly came to shake my hand.I simply lay down under the quilt, stretched out my arms and hugged her, and said to myself that even if the sky collapses and the earth falls, I don't care about the fireball rolling on the mountain.

The neighbors were alarmed, shouting for Qingfeng to help drain the water, and everyone rushed to fight the fire, all shouting for a while.

Slowly, they all fell down again.

"The Qingfeng Gang is gone."

Jiayan said softly in the dead silence, "Shuang'er, let's go."