Heavenly practice

"Actually, I have thought about this question many times and guessed it countless times, but after watching you disappear ten years ago, I realized that it is actually not important. The important thing is that you are by my side, safe and sound."

Long Xiang leaned over, with a smile on his lips, "Even if you don't care about me."

"I care about it, but it may not be the kind you want."

Shen Zhuo raised his hand and threw the flower back, Long Xiang raised his hand to take it, put it under his nose and smelled it, then smiled and followed quickly.

When the two of them walked to the door of the first house at the head of the village, a young man wearing coarse cotton cloth and carrying a hoe came over, followed by a big yellow dog. He raised his head and greeted the two of them. It was difficult to argue, so Shen Zhuo could only nod and smile.

As a result, the man didn't even look at him, and walked past him directly. Only then did Shen Zhuo realize that he was greeting the villagers behind him, and he was immediately embarrassed.

"The scenery here is very beautiful."

"Ah."

Long Xiang smiled, but his eyes were slightly serious.

It happened that a five or six-year-old child ran towards him and bumped into him. Shen Zhuo subconsciously reached out to help him, but in vain, the child penetrated his body and ran over.

The smile on Shen Zhuo's face froze.

"This should be an illusion." Long Xiang reached out to touch the hut beside him.

"It's not an illusion, it's a memory."

Shen Zhuo pursed his lips, remembering his own setting, he should have entered the inheritance of Emperor Huang.

"Let's go, you can't see the scenery anymore." He curled his lips and smiled.

Long Xiang was slightly taken aback, as if surprised by his sudden ease of attitude, but he was happy to see the result, and continued to walk forward with him.

It was the time of sunrise, when this sparsely populated village was very lively. The villagers carried farm tools to work one after another. The children clamored for delicious food, and the adults responded perfunctorily and impatiently. Turn around and feed the noisy poultry.

Shen Zhuo, Long Xiang and the two walked in this seemingly real and fake world like transparent people, as if watching a three-dimensional movie, real, but unable to blend in.

"This is Huangdi's memory." Shen Zhuo said.

Long Xiang looked at him sideways, "You still know everything."

Shen Zhuo chuckled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm.

When the two of them walked halfway to the village street, they saw the familiar tree, but it was only a sapling half the height of a person. A seven or eight-year-old boy was watering it with a water ladle, and standing beside him was a sapling about half a person tall. A tall girl with long hair braided, leaning on her knees and bending over to watch.

"You poured too much." The girl said with a mouth.

"No way..." Although the young man said so, his hands stopped moving.

"Then pour a little more, just a little."

"it is good."

Long Xiang looked at those two people, and looked around again, "There is no way ahead, shall we go back?"

"it is good."

Shen nodded, but didn't turn around immediately, but looked at the boy.

The boy didn't know what the girl said, he grinned, and suddenly turned his head to look over, looking at Shen Zhuo with a smile on his delicate and immature face.

Shen Zhuo's eyes moved slightly, and he also bent his mouth at him, then turned around and followed Long Xiang to leave.

The young man's smile gradually faded as he watched the two leave. His eyes were filled with vicissitudes, and the figure of the girl beside him gradually faded. The whole village was like a faded landscape painting, gradually fading away.

However, Shen Zhuo Longxiang couldn't see all this. They planned to find the location of Wangqing Lake based on their memory after leaving the village, but they saw a sea of ​​flowers.

Although the sea of ​​flowers, which was complained by readers at the beginning, was too ghostly, but Shen Zhuo was still amazed when he actually saw it, and almost completely restored the Xiyue Xuehe in his writing.

Five slender petals with icy green gradients are rolled upwards at the ends, and the stamen in the center is crystal clear icy green, refracting dazzling light in the sun.

Looking around, this area with a radius of ten miles is full of crystal clear ice green. Shen Zhuo was so shocked that he wished to take a picture of it for his readers to see, forgiving flowers can also be beautiful.

"The whole body of this flower is ice green, and the color of the stamen is more eye-catching, which is rare in the world." Long Xiang's tone was also full of admiration

"The name of this flower is Xiyue Xuehe."

"Xuehe?"

Long Xiang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Since it is a lotus, why doesn't it grow in water?"

"It does not grow in the water of ponds and lakes, but in the tears of lovers."

Shen Zhuo took a step forward, walked into the sea of ​​green flowers, bent down and sniffed lightly in front of the snow lotus.

Long Xiang also bent down to sniff, but Shen Zhuo suddenly said, "It's poisonous."

Long Xiang froze, turned his head to meet him with a smile on his face, and immediately bent his mouth, lowered his head and took a deep smell, "The fragrance is light and refreshing."

Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, turned his head and continued to walk forward, but suddenly stopped, Long Xiang looked up, and a figure appeared in the sea of ​​flowers in front of him at some point, and after a few steps forward, he could see again In fact, two people hug each other.

They were a pair of fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys and girls, their appearance could vaguely show the appearance of a child watering a tree just now, and the two of them immediately understood that this should be the memory of Emperor Huang when he grew up.

"When I return to my hometown, my concubine will welcome you with red makeup. If the king is renounced, I will die without regret..." The girl's soft, glutinous and clear voice echoed in the sea of ​​flowers, as if in the footsteps of the empty valley.

Shen Zhuo smiled, "But at the age of fourteen or fifteen, he can be so affectionate."

"Is it ridiculous?" Long Xiang asked suddenly.

Shen Zhuo was silent, and said after a while, "It's not ridiculous, it's just that I don't believe it."

"I believe."

Long Xiang quietly watched the two of them embrace each other, rubbing their ears and temples together, with an indifferent expression, "When I was sealed into Wangchuan, someone once asked me why I only lived for a short dozen years before I decided to love the person I would love for the rest of my life. Said, because I don't know how long I will live, but at this moment, these ten years are my whole life, and I only identified that one person."

Shen Zhuo listened quietly, without making a sound.

"I once told you that whether it is family affection or love, I would like to stay by your side. It is true. The past ten years have been like a cloud of smoke. Whether you say that I regard you as a life-saving straw or that I must be you That’s okay, I’m willing to do anything for you, maybe ten years, one hundred years, one thousand years later I will regret it, but at this moment, I will never regret it.”

"..."

Shen saw that the two had separated, and the girl looked at the back of the young man who was reluctant to leave for a long time, and said slowly, "I didn't believe in the destiny before, but I have believed in it since ten years ago, and many things may be different , but in the end it still leads to the same result, you have your own way, I shouldn't have appeared at all."

"What is destiny? It is destiny for me to meet you, and it is destiny for me to die for you."

Long Xiang looked sideways into his eyes, his eyes were deep, "Yu Zhi, you are my destiny."

"..."

Shen Zhuo watched all this silently, but stood three steps behind Long Xiang, watching him speak into the air, his eyes moved slightly.

That flower is indeed poisonous, but it can only produce hallucinations. It confuses the monk's mind and drags him into the abyss of obsession. Too many people are trapped in this step.

This sea of ​​flowers is not the memory of the Huangdi, but the memory of the Xiyue Xuehe planted by the Huangdi at the beginning, carrying the yearning and sorrow of that girl for a lifetime, born on the tears of a lover, no matter what, I must share my affection with her. Those who are obsessed stay in this sea of ​​flowers.

"..."

Familiar music came from above his head, and Shen Zhuo immediately recognized it as what he heard in front of the Yangluo Palace that night. When he turned around, there was a strong wind behind him, and it seemed that someone had already caught up.

After thinking about it, he still set up a concealment formation around him, and then rushed to the depths of the sea of ​​flowers where the boy left.

The green in front of his eyes gradually faded, and then turned into a white mist, Shen Zhuo stretched out his hand to push away the white mist in front of him, and saw the scenery in front of him clearly.

The calm and vast lake, the clear and transparent water, the all-too-familiar scene, he stood by Wangqing Lake again.

And there was another person standing by the lake, dressed in moon white, with black hair reaching his waist, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, and suddenly turned his head to look over.

Shen Zhuo met his face, and suddenly smiled, "Long time no see, how is Master?"