Looking for green hills

After Dayan was destroyed, Lu Qingya brought a group of little Taoist priests from the Taiqing Palace back to the original nameless mountain, and never went down the mountain again.

Time flies, stars change, and ten years have passed by in a hurry. Recently, Lu Qingya suddenly felt that his spirit was not as good as before, and the pain in his liver was unbearable from time to time. He knew that his time limit was approaching.

In the past ten years, he was accompanied by wine all day long, and he always cared about a figure in his heart. He seemed to be unrestrained, but in fact he was depressed all day long. These ten years have been very bleak for him.

Now that the deadline is approaching, he let go of the old depression instead, and a boundless joy grows in his heart. He thinks that he can finally meet the person he has longed for.

He recruited his disciples and told them that his time was approaching and he would pass away in a few days, so that they would no longer have to cling to this hill, and if they longed for the mundane world, they would go down the mountain by themselves, and if they fell in love with a girl, they would boldly pursue it. After explaining the matter, he left Taiqing Palace and headed southwest empty-handed.

It was a breezy winter morning, and Meng Xiao was transforming into a human form and sitting on a rock in the bamboo forest to meditate and meditate. Ya was exactly the same back then, and he has come here all these years, recalling bits and pieces of their past in his mind, and then he would repeat them countless times.

Just when he closed his eyes and meditated, he suddenly heard "Meng Xiao". The voice was calm and thick, and it came from behind him. ,here we go again.

Every time he meditated and practiced, Lu Qingya would always come out to make trouble, sometimes harassing him with his voice, sometimes even showing his face to seduce him, at first he mistook these phantoms for real, and was about to pounce on them with open arms, but In the next moment, he will be desperate to find that these are just delusions in his mind. How could Lu Qingya come to him?

The voice was still ringing, and another "Meng Xiao" came directly to his ear, "Why don't you open your eyes and look at me, why don't you want to see me so much?"

"I don't want to see you? What do you know? You are just his phantom." Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on Meng Xiao's mouth, and he shook his head helplessly, with his eyes still closed.

Suddenly there was a sigh in his ear, and then his earlobe was wrapped by a warm and slippery thing, and then another "Meng Xiao", poured into his ears like nectar, "Good Meng Xiao, open your eyes!" Look at me."

As if he had been struck by lightning, he opened his eyes suddenly, turned his head and saw Lu Qingya standing beside him.

He was still wearing a tattered taoist robe, his body was thin, and the moon was clearing the wind, which made him feel like a fairy. The beard on his face was shaved, revealing a handsome face, but the white hair on the sideburns was clearly visible. It shows the passage of decades.

Meng Xiao froze in place, forgot to even blink, he just stared at Lu Qingya so foolishly, taking every expression and every movement of Lu Qingya greedily into his eyes, the breeze came, the bamboo leaves whirled, Time seemed to have stopped suddenly, and it seemed that there were only the two of them left in the world.

Lu Qingya stepped forward to hug him, and hugged him tightly, "Don't cry..."

"Who is crying? Don't talk nonsense, it will ruin my reputation." He buried Lu Qingya's chest and said hummingly, but his hands unconsciously tightened Lu Qingya's waist.

"Okay, I was talking nonsense, you didn't cry, I was the one who cried..." Lu Qingya actually shed tears while nestling on his neck.

The two hugged each other like this and wept silently, until Lu Qingya's chest was wet, and Meng Xiao broke free from his embrace.

Meng Xiao stretched out her hand to stroke the white hair on his temples, tears glistened in her eyes, "Why are you so old?"

Lu Qingya held his wrist, put it to his lips and kissed, "I am old, but you are still so beautiful."

He smiled at Lu Qingya, and rubbed his hands on Lu Qingya's lips, "Why are you willing to come to me? Are you going to leave after meeting?"

Lu Qingya suddenly stopped talking, just stared at him with nostalgia, tightly clutching his wrist, and kissing him on the lips.

Boundless fear suddenly arose in his heart, and when he looked carefully at Lu Qingya's face, he saw the dark blue under Lu Qingya's eyes and the black mist covering the Yintang, and the tears that had just calmed down poured out all at once , His heart seemed to be torn apart, and the pain was severe. He suddenly pulled out his hands and hugged himself tightly, and buried his head in his knees, "Don't say...don't say..."

Lu Qingya walked up to him, took his arm, hugged him into his arms, and pressed his forehead, "Meng Xiao, I'm here to say goodbye to you, my yang limit is approaching, before I die, I want to see you again." look at you."

Meng Xiao covered her ears and shook her head: "I won't listen...I don't want to listen...Lu Qingya...you shut up!"

A trace of unbearableness flashed in Lu Qingya's eyes, and he finally sighed, then lowered his head and kissed him.

His body was trembling in Lu Qingya's palm, but his lips were involuntarily pressed against Lu Qingya. Lu Qingya pried open his teeth, penetrated into his tongue cavity, stirred his body fluid, and licked his lips Soft tongue.

After 22 years, after 22 years, they finally embraced each other again, but this time it was to say goodbye.

Since then, Lu Qingya has lived in the bamboo forest at the foot of Zhaoyao Mountain. His mental state is not good, and Meng Xiao looks at him day after day. Sometimes his liver hurts like a needle, so Meng Xiao hugs him tightly. Li, softly comforted: "It's okay...it doesn't hurt anymore...I'll be with you...don't be afraid..."

In the morning, Meng Xiao would take him to the top of the tree, watching the sunrise and the sea of ​​clouds as they did when they first met. He lay in Meng Xiao's arms, watching the surging white clouds, and his thoughts went back to decades ago At that time, he just met a charming goblin by chance in the mountains, and he has been deeply involved since then. However, as luck would have it, he and his goblin have been separated for decades.

He originally vowed that he would not disturb the spring water again, but he still couldn't resist the flood of longing in his heart, and returned to his fairy side in the last days of his life.

Only then did he realize that loving someone is often irrational, even though he knew that he should have died quietly in the Taiqing Palace, so that Meng Xiao could forget himself little by little in the long river of time. But when it was time to say goodbye, he realized how reluctant and scared he was.

It was snowing again on Zhaoyao Mountain that day. It rarely snowed on Zhaoyao Mountain. It was green all year round, but every time it snowed, they encountered each other.

Lu Qingya was so thin that he was only skin and bones. He looked at the snow outside but exhausted all his strength to carry Meng Xiao behind him, "Go, I'll take you to enjoy the snow."

Meng Xiao struggled on him, "Let me down, you can't carry me..."

"Who said that? How could I not be able to carry you?! I will always be able to carry you." Lu Qingya refused to follow him, tightly restrained his legs, and staggered into the vast white snow with him on his back.

He walked too slowly, every step seemed to use up all the strength in his body, as if he was going to fall to the ground from exhaustion in the next second, but no matter what Meng Xiao said, he just refused to let Meng Xiao go, and the two of them fell to the ground. Such a step-by-step walk slowly in the raging snow.

Meng Xiao lay on his back and wept silently, which was clearly the happiest memory of the two of them, but doing it again now would make her heart ache beyond measure.

Their bodies were covered with snow, Lu Qingya's hands and feet were cold, and he was gradually exhausted. Panting, he clenched Meng Xiao's legs, and the scene in front of him suddenly became blurred. His body fell straight into the snow in front of him.

"Lu Qingya!!"

Meng Xiao quickly got up and hugged him into her arms: "Lu Qingya, open your eyes and look at me, Lu Qingya, don't scare me!!"

He opened his eyes in a daze, and felt that the vitality in his body was gradually passing away. He understood that he had no time, "Meng Xiao... you will come to find me in your next life... okay? This life...is not enough... a little It's not enough...I'm not reconciled...I'm not reconciled...Meng Xiao..."

Seeing him like this, Meng Xiao was heartbroken, hugged him and cried bitterly: "Okay, I'll look for you, I'll look for you...but will you stay with me again? I don't want you to go...I don't want you Walk……"

Lu Qingya, don't go...

"I don't want to go either...I haven't lived enough of this kind of life...I'm not enough...I'm too stupid...I'm too stupid...In the next life...I will never let go of your hand...kill me I, I don't let go..." Lu Qingya weakly stretched out his hand to caress Meng Xiao's cheek, "Meng Xiao...I love you..."

"I love you too, I love you too... Lu Qingya... don't leave me, okay?" Meng Xiao held his hand tightly, tears forming rivers.

The scenery in front of Lu Qingya became more and more blurred, and finally he couldn't even see Meng Xiao's face clearly, his body gradually became cold, his breath gradually dissipated, his hands drooped decadently, but his eyes kept staring at Meng Xiao's. Fang Xiang, "Meng Xiao... don't you like to hear Lu Ming...I...I'll call it to you again, okay..."

"Yo... Yo... Yo... Yo..."

Intermittent deer cries resounded in the mountains, and soon he ceased to live.

Everything in the world turned into nothingness, the snow stopped and the wind stopped, Meng Xiao embraced the gradually cooling body in her arms, and let out a heart-piercing cry: "Ahhhhhh..."

The mountains trembled, and the ice and snow shattered.

This is what Xiaoqing and Gu Yuanshan saw when they descended the mountain. Two snow-covered figures hugged each other tightly. One was dead, and the other was also silent.

Xiaoqing's eyes were red, and she couldn't bear to turn her back. Gu Yuanshan hugged him into his arms and comforted him softly, "It's okay, don't be sad, go and persuade him."

"Okay." Xiaoqing then turned around and walked in front of Meng Xiao, "Meng Xiao..." He yelled but there was no response, so he called again, "Meng Xiao..."

At this time, Gu Yuanshan had already walked to them, Meng Xiaoqi opened his eyes, looked up at them, "Why are you here?"

It was rare for Gu Yuanshan not to confront him, he just said: "I heard your voice and came down to take a look, I didn't expect..."

"I'm the one who disturbed you..." As he spoke, he lowered his head and looked at Lu Qingya again, "But it's just in time for you to come, so I won't have to say goodbye to you again."

Xiaoqing grabbed his arm and asked, "You want to go? Where are you going?"

He raised his hand to caress Lu Qingya's handsome face, and smiled: "I promise him, I will go find him, bury him, and then I will leave."

Gu Yuanshan's voice was rough: "It's such a huge world, with billions of mortal worlds, where are you going to find him?"

He raised his head, his eyes were burning: "If you want to look for it, you can find it," he said, then turned his head to look at Xiaoqing, "Don't you think so?"

Xiaoqing's tears fell all at once, and she nodded, "Yes, you can find it if you want."

Gu Yuanshan suddenly felt sore, and turned his head away from looking at the two goblins.

"From now on, just put a bouquet of flowers on his grave for me every year. Purple dahlias are the ones he loves the most." Meng Xiao's voice was unusually calm, like an ancient well without waves.

"Okay." Xiaoqing nodded.

Meng Xiao raised her head and smiled at them: "Let's go, I'm going too."

"Meng Xiao..." Xiaoqing suddenly grabbed his arm and began to cry. Gu Yuanshan pulled Xiaoqing into his arms and nodded at Mengxiao, "Take care all the way."

After sending Gu Yuanshan and Xiaoqing away, Meng Xiao buried Lu Qingya's body beside the stream in the bamboo forest, a simple small soil bag, and set up a wooden sign that read "The survivor, Meng Xiao."

After doing this, he turned around and walked down the mountain. Since then, Xiaoqing has never seen his figure again for hundreds of years.