Longevity: The Flawless Dream

The air is clean and the scenery is bright, and the wind and dew are bright. It is the Ching Ming season.

At this time in previous years, the master would burn a furnace of the clearest and most wonderful incense, or make a copy of the post, or play a song on the white jade qin.If you are tired, you can move the couch to the porch, lean on the extreme northern snow rug, watch the palace lanterns and rain at night, burn a pipe of cigarettes, hold the clouds in your mouth, and enjoy the leisure of life.

Mu Xianfeng knelt in front of the coffin, listening to the rustling rain outside the mourning hall, and wiped the unstoppable tears from her eyes.

She didn't believe that Long Su had gone just like that, the bloody catastrophe in Jiacheng, the disaster of abandoning the gods, and so many strong winds and waves, how could the master break down in the Mohan Corridor?But if all this is false, then who is that body with an aging face?She was raised by her master alone, how could she not recognize her master?She watched him being put into the coffin, waiting for him to sit up with the last bit of expectation, called her Feng'er in that familiar Confucian voice, and told her it was just a gorgeous joke he made.However, from day to night, and then from night watch to day, for seven whole days, the misty hope in her heart was like a candle that was about to be extinguished, and it would fall into silence with just a slight disturbance.

The sound of the wind and rain suddenly turned sharp, and a ray of night wind swept in with the cool rain. Mu Xianfeng's exhausted body couldn't bear it, and he shivered involuntarily.Then the shoulders sank, but it was a thick cloak. She raised her head and saw Mo Yanxin's lips were pursed into a straight line, and the same grief and sorrow were on her resolute face.

In these years, the two have never been married.Although they have been together since childhood, childhood sweethearts, no matter how you look at it, they are a good match, and they happen to be in love with each other. Not being together is a waste of a good marriage given by God.But they just tacitly didn't mention anything about marriage, Jianzi once joked a few words, Xianfeng pretended to be shy, and Mo Yanxin acted like "she has the final say", so she just gave the words to her. Mixed in the past.As far as the deep meaning is concerned, probably only they understand each other.

Everyone who lives in this world probably has their own meaning.And their meaning is to be Mo Yanxin of Shulou Longsu, and Mu Xianfeng of Shulou Longsu.It's not that they don't admire each other, but once they get married, Mu Xianfeng will become Mo Yanxin's Mu Xianfeng, Mo Yanxin will become Mu Xianfeng's Mo Yanxin, and in the future will be the parents of their children and grandchildren. Grandfather and grandmother...Master, where will they be placed?

This life is long, do you want to let the master walk alone in a gorgeous but desolate way?How can they bear it!

But who would have expected that the two of them would be companions in the journey of life, but the master would leave alone in the journey of death?

Seeing that Mu Xianfeng was sobbing, Mo Yanxin held her hand silently, her muscles tensed suddenly, and she turned around warily to the gate of the mourning hall.Mu Xianfeng was also full of astonishment, almost thinking that she was dreaming.

The person who came was holding a lantern in one hand and lifting the veil with the other.She is not very old, but her eyebrows are astonishingly gorgeous, and her purple hair glows faintly in the dim candlelight, making her face as white as a cold moon.She didn't seem to see Mo Yanxin and Mu Xianfeng, they floated directly to the coffin, offered incense respectfully, then turned and left.

"Sister Changsheng!" Mu Xianfeng called out unconsciously.

The girl looked back and smiled when she heard the sound, and there was an exquisite and elegant purple bell hanging on the lobe of her left ear. As she turned her head, she immediately let out a series of faint and crisp bells: "Sister, did you recognize the wrong person?" gone?"

Mu Xianfeng opened his mouth, full of trance, and finally turned into a wry smile: "It's Xianfeng's eyes."

The girl thought for a while, and put the lantern in Mu Xianfeng's hand: "The lights in the mourning hall are dim, this lantern, please leave it to my sister and this brother to watch the night."

Mu Xianfeng looked at her smiling brown eyes, thanked her vaguely, and saw her put on her veiled hat again, lightly lifted the corner of her skirt and stepped out of the mourning hall.Wherever she passed, the fluttering rain shreds slightly avoided, as if afraid of disturbing her, but in an instant, that slender figure had melted into the vastness of the world.

Come like rain, go like wind.

Mu Xianfeng stared at Mo Yanxin in a daze, seeing that the other person's eyes were also in a dreamlike trance, and then looked down at the lantern in his hand that was stuffed by the girl.Purple bamboo body, fine white paper, painted on the surface of a large bright red magnolia flower, blooming in this clear and bright night, the compelling color is not diminished.Mo Yanxin pointed at the shadow of the flower, and Mu Xianfeng saw clearly that there was still writing in a darker ink in the shadow, and the strokes of the writing were luxuriant and detached, as beautiful as a magnolia.

"Mu?" Mu Xianfeng read softly.

With a bang, the lantern exploded as if it had been ordered.Mo Yanxin hastily protected Mu Xianfeng with her body, but who knew that the explosive airflow seemed to be restrained by some kind of force, and it didn't leak to the two of them at all, but blasted at Long Su's body without a trace. coffin.

"Master!" The two were shocked.

In the sound of the explosion, wood chips and flowers flew around, like a rain of sawdust. At the end, a piece of paper fell faintly. The words on it were flying like dragons and phoenixes. One could tell that the resentment was deep——

"Jianzi Xianji, I never thought you wouldn't even let the dead go!"

A hundred miles away, Jianzi Xianji suddenly shivered: "Such a deep resentment, haha, I knew Long Su was not dead!" Buddha Sword said to the girl standing on the other side of the two: "This time Sorry to trouble you."

The girl's eyes were bright, and she smiled sweetly: "The younger generation does things for the elders, even if they go through fire and water, they don't dare to say 'excuse me. Senior Lou's coffin... that's all."

Fojian showed worry: "Long Su has a personality, he will retaliate, Jianzi, this time it's because of your poor thinking." Then he said to the girl, "If Long Su holds grudges in the future, I will explain it for you."

"This junior is not worried about this. If senior Shulou really blames me, this junior will remember to run to Sudden Realm." In the rainy night, the girl smiled, her beautiful eyes looking forward, "It just so happens that my master has admired the peak demeanor of the Taoist sect for a long time. We can take this opportunity to make him get closer to Senior Jianzi."

Dealing with Long Su's narrow-mindedness is enough to burn his brain, but what about the Xiao man?Jianzi was silent, and after a long time he said: "Buddhist sword friend."

"What's the matter?"

"Jianzi will go out to travel in the near future, at least ten years, at most a hundred years, the world is vast, so there is no need to contact." The white-haired and white-browed Taoist Xiantian said with some difficulty.

Fojian was silent for a moment: "Jianzi."

"how?"

"Are you running for your life?"

"Ah! You actually recognized the Buddha sword. I'm really surprised!"

The author has something to say: In the ancients, there was a lot of rain during the Ching Ming Festival, but here the author has a lot of snow before the Ching Ming Festival, but the heating has been turned off... What is the reason for this sad reminder!

The author Jun was not retaliated by a narrow-minded dragon because he wrote to Lord Longsu to go to the grave!