[Hua Yang] Water and Moon

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Like him, Qu Linglong didn't like Kunlun who was too cold, and spent most of his time warming up in the inn, but one day Hua Wujian stepped on the Qinggong and broke in and carried her out directly.

Ah Liben didn't know why, until he saw the pure white and fairy-like Daoist An Jing, he suddenly realized - and then heaved a sigh of relief.

They met each other but did not know each other by fate, Ah Li did not believe in the gods of the Central Plains but dared not believe in the fortunes of the Central Plains.

Hua Wujian was finally relieved, and took Qin Daochang down to Kunlun. In the next few years, from the war to peace, to the war again, Ah Li met them several times, and they were mostly together.

With Tang Wuhen's protection, Ah Li has not lost his hair since the troubled times, and he is still so white and translucent.

Although Qu Linglong has such a petite figure and is always cute, after a few years, she also disliked herself for being old. After the return of the two capitals, she started an ordinary business in peace and stability. Break through a world in the wind.Withdrawn from the title of head of the family, Poisonous Radix's addiction to cigarettes also increased, and she gradually became an old hag in gossip again.

Although A Li had her permission to leave at any time, he never left, not to mention following Qu Linglong without worrying about money, and with Tang Wuhen who had washed his hands in a golden basin and hadn't used bows and crossbows for many years, A Li didn't ask for more up.

Tang Wuhen kept his promise with him, and never had any contact with Hua Wujie, and finally one day he couldn't hold back and mentioned it to Qu Linglong, and Ah Li remembered that there was still Zigu.

"Hey, he used all kinds of strange medicines in Kunlun back then to greet him. The Life and Death Gu was not afraid of anything, but he dared to try on those who were not afraid of death, even those who were poisoned. I specially asked the elders of our Immortal Sect to show him. That powerful and rare Gu worm - early, poisonous, and dead!" Qu Linglong tapped the cigarette stick on the table, and gave Tang Wuhen angrily a look, "How dare you still remember, Qianqian, you are so afraid of Ali dangerous?"

"Yes." Tang Wuhen replied without even thinking about it. It was still the same word. The color of the strange blue pupils was not so obvious after seeing the sun and eating dust for several years.

Qu Linglong felt that she was bored, so she glared at him a few more times, then went to the restaurant with her purse in hand.

A Li stepped on the high pillar of the fence and looked at everything below, laughed out loud, leaped up and landed lightly, and put his arm on Tang Wuhen's shoulder impartially, who caught it firmly with a backhand he.

That year, the sun was shining and the flute led the butterflies to dance. A Li followed Qu Linglong without waiting for A Niang to arrive. No one knew when he would meet his fate.

[Huayang] Fanwai - Memories of the Old Years

(One)

"Junior Brother, did you send the medicine I asked you to give to Junior Sister?"

The sky was fine, and the senior sister's inquiry came from the corridor across the screen door and window, from far to near, Xiao Wanhua, who propped her forehead and closed her eyes, suddenly came back to her senses, and the plain pen slipped from her fingertips and dragged out on the manuscript. A long streak of ink.

"Send it." Xiao Wanhua answered in a raised voice.

"Did you stay and take care of it for a while?" The door was opened, and the senior sister stepped in, bringing in some heat.

"Nothing." Xiao Wanhua frowned and removed the paper, crumpling it into a ball, and put on a smiling face, "Senior Sister, what's wrong?"

"Junior Sister hurt her foot, and she can't go to the ground for ten days. She is alone today." Senior Sister put down the plate and pushed the freshly brewed tea to him. Senior brother crying?"

"I did my best, and even read a section of Fu to my junior sister. I don't think it's my fault. The senior sisters are concerned, and I'm one of them." Xiao Wanhua replied in a straightforward manner, took the arranged picture scroll, and stuffed it into the arms of the senior sister. Li, "Master said, these are enough for you for a while."

"Understood." The senior sister stared at his handsome facial features that are refined and elegant when he doesn't speak, but alienated when he opens his mouth, and suddenly stretched out her hand to pinch his face, "Sometimes I really want to change your face, let's see how you make it look better." The juniors and sisters are thinking about it."

"Ouch, Senior Sister, it hurts." Xiao Wanhua was most afraid of this trick, and begged for mercy pitifully, "I'll make up the gift later, okay?"

"Bah, you still dare to give gifts indiscriminately? To make matters worse!" The senior sister saw that he was finally showing a little childishness, let him go, and said angrily, "Is the medical scripture so beautiful?"

"I still don't quite understand it. Master wants me to memorize this." Xiao Wanhua picked up the scattered scrolls, frowning again.

"Then memorize it well." The senior sister glared at him, then sighed, smiled and shook her head.

"Well, Senior Sister... what is miss?" Xiao Wanhua raised her face and asked solemnly.

"That's right..." Senior Sister had a hard time, looked at his chubby face, thought for a while, and said, "I always remember, remember, and think about it all."

"Well, Master said that you need to put your heart into studying medicine, is that right?" Xiao Wanhua followed up and asked, obviously her understanding was misunderstood.

The senior sister raised her eyebrows: "I'm talking about people, you bastard."

The climate in Qingyan is pleasant, and the flowers are vying for splendor. There is never a shortage of bright and eye-catching colors, and so are the disciples.

When Hua Wujian struggled to get ashore from the bottom of the boundless water, when he woke up, he was accepted as a disciple by the kind-hearted and elegant Master Xu Yang, and then he accepted the pen given by the master, and was taken into the Cangzhen Pavilion, which is rarely visited by people.

When Wan Hua was young, she always felt that she didn't search enough, that she was polite and impersonal, that she didn't sigh when she wrote a pen, and that the grass grew and the warblers flew and the beautiful jade was carved, but others were not allowed to come up close to find out.

But at that time, he was a young talent, at an age where he could spend his life wantonly, so he couldn't be too eye-catching.

(1)

At dinner time, there were sporadic snowfalls on Huashan Mountain, and the open square was gradually covered with a layer of frost.

After the meal, the disciples came out of the dining hall one after another, scattered to rest, some came to practice swords in the open space, and some rushed to warm up the fire, there were noises of play and noise one after another, and it returned to silence after a while.

Xiao Chunyang held up the small wooden sword, and made sword moves very seriously, one or two blows picked up scattered snowflakes on the ground, and wet the green and white Taoist robe, which was one size larger, it looked like snow dyed with a thin color from a distance ball.

The sky was getting darker, Xiao Chunyang wiped his sweaty forehead, made a posture of withdrawing his sword, and stopped practicing after concentrating on it. When he turned his head, he was the only one left in the empty square. dinner.

"Oh? Why are you still here? Evening class is about to start." The senior brother passing by was a little embarrassed, stopped to remind him, and left in a hurry.

"Yes, thank you, brother."

Xiao Chunyang bowed his hands politely, looked at the sky, calculated the distance, and had to rush to night class immediately.

The hall was full, and the master was in the front row reciting drowsy scriptures. He had no choice but to whisper and make small noises below. There was no sound.

Xiao Chunyang didn't have time to get the book, but brought the sword instead, found a corner seat and sat down quietly.Fortunately, he didn't ask the master to ask questions when he arrived at the end of the class. He just stood up and was submerged in the hem of the gossip tattooed Taoist robes of the tall brothers.

The snow had accumulated heavily, Xiao Chunyang walked slowly, the bell rang loudly, and he was the only one left behind, dragging the elder's long shadow behind.

When he walked slowly through the archway, he saw an older senior brother leading a new kid to find the way, Laojun Palace Taiji Hall passed by row by row, as if bringing them into the scriptures, morning bells and evening drums little by little. come into the world.

"Qin Yuezhi, the senior brothers and sisters came back from the mountain and brought jujube cakes and five-color fruits. They said that they will be divided up after everyone is ready. Hurry up." At the end of the road, a Taoist priest who was obviously older than him, but should call him senior brother, came towards him. wave.

Xiao Chunyang hurriedly nodded, trotted to meet him, his boots stepped into the big and messy footprints on the snow, one deep and the other shallow.

There are already many disciples in Chunyang Palace, and they still wear Taoist robes and crowns in the same way. No matter teaching or practicing swords, the masters often fail to take care of them, and they often fail to take care of them. .

When Qin Yuezhi started, she was just at the age of dressing, eating, learning to walk and learn to recognize people. She was already young, and her stature was naturally small, but she had a well-behaved and quiet temperament. Together, she was destined to be the one who was missed.

But even if he is missed, he is still an official disciple of Chunyang Palace, and he will still be called out during the assessment. Leave a certain meal behind.

There are thousands of disciples in Chunyang, and it is not surprising that he is like him. No one knows which trees are buried under the soft snow, showing their vitality at the moment when winter turns to spring.

(two)

"The prescription is good, and the handwriting is okay, but the answer is too slow. I have neglected my homework some time ago, and I think you have a deep understanding of this." Holding the answer sheet, Wanhua's black hair is like a waterfall, and his face is calm and serene, sweeping across the eyes After writing the handwriting, he cast his eyes on the disciple sitting in front of him, touched his dim eyes, and sighed slightly, "Now, do you really know what to do and what not to do?"

The young Hua Wujian already had drooping shoulders and black hair, with outstanding demeanor, but he just received training at Sanxing Mochizuki, and he couldn't cheer up for several days. After listening to the master's question, he thought for a while and said: "Master Yan once said, Practicing calligraphy is like practicing a person. It must be retracted and retracted appropriately, and the weight should be lifted as lightly. The seemingly light strokes and strokes actually penetrate the back of the paper, and because of the degree of relaxation, they show the traces of dragons. The disciples have glimpsed the way but have not practiced it. Recently, things Injured Master's face, we must remember it in the future."

Master Wanhua nodded, and read his answer again. Seeing that there was a peak in the pen, and there was a pause in the pen, he knew that he meant to say that, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand the principles, and it is inconvenient to say it as a teacher. As for face, it’s not so serious. Ordinary children are often naughty and get beaten and scolded, not to mention that the root cause is not your fault, your uncle brought outsiders back to the valley to make trouble, it shouldn’t be..." Said, eyebrows frowned, originally Looking at the kind look on his face, he suddenly became a little annoyed.

"It is estimated that Master Uncle also wanted to relieve Master's boredom, and