Longevity: The Flawless Dream

That day, plum blossoms fell everywhere, and it snowed heavily.

—— "Notes on Longevity · Fragrant as before"

Lian Wuxia had many dreams when he was young, and the dreams were usually repeated, or he dreamed that he was surrounded by raging fire, blood was splashed in the long mirror, and he was dying in peace, or he was in an unfathomable void, with countless ferocious ghosts staring at him.Every time I wake up from the dream, I am too frightened to go back to sleep, unless I curl up next to Lian Emei, I would rather hold the quilt with my eyes wide open until Dongfang Jibai.She has a very good memory, every tiny speck of dust and changing light in the dream is vivid in her mind, even when she thinks about it when she wakes up, she can't help being slightly shocked.

There was only one dream, and when she woke up, she no longer remembered it.

It was a long corridor, and she could only see a corner of it clearly, but subconsciously felt that it was very wide.Empty and dim light, hot and ice-white torches, majestic and huge animal faces embossed on the two walls of obsidian, staring at the tiny walkers passing below.

There were vaguely many people walking around, but she could only see herself.She still looks like a little girl, with her hair combed, and the sapphire longevity lock on her neck swaying heavily with her footsteps.It was a pale and young hand that was holding her, and she followed that hand through the flickering flames of torches one after another, the eyes of beasts looking coldly, until a door appeared at the end.

There was a subtle sound coming from behind the door, it seemed like a raging sea of ​​flames, and it also seemed like the sneer of the howling wind.She just ran forward joyfully, opened her mouth as if about to shout something, and raised her hand to push——

The dream came to an abrupt end.

Except for the inexplicable emptiness in my heart and the indescribable fatigue in my whole body, there was nothing left.It's just that when she was sitting motionless in the dark with the quilt in her arms, she didn't have the usual fear of shattering nightmares, but instead felt a little bit of grievance in her heart.

The same feeling was only vaguely felt when she was pointed at Pingshan by Lian Emei in the early days, and she was walking blankly among all the strange and not her own people and things.

This night, she was suddenly attracted by a faint music.When she was young, she was instructed by Cang Cang on the rhythm, and after years of hard work, she not only acquired exquisite piano skills, but also had a good eye for tasting.In her opinion, even if the music beside her ears is not as vast and wonderful as the essence of the Nu Cangqin, it is still leisurely and free, free in the cold howling wind, no matter how the wind howls, it can't suppress the proud clear sound, it is so beautiful that it tears the soul split soul.

She held back her breath, and rode on the green cliff quietly along the direction of the music, and saw two swordsmen sitting by the campfire in the distance, one playing the bamboo flute and the other playing the leaf flute.The dancing bonfire was the only light and warmth in the dark night, and the light of the fire was reflected on the faces of the two, showing a very similar peaceful and peaceful color.

Lian Wuxia looked at them from a distance, and for some reason, felt a dull soreness in his chest.So she breathed a sigh of relief, thought slightly, and Qingya, who was connected with her mind and soul, turned around and jumped lightly and skillfully, resolutely and silently submerged into the sky and night, without looking back.

The author has something to say: After this chapter, the author Jun has to tell everyone a sad news - the author Jun has always had obsessive-compulsive disorder for writing music, Xian Yuan Juan is "Xiaoxiangzi", Long Yuan is "The Dragon", This volume has changed several songs one after another, but I am not very satisfied with each one. Half a month ago, the author Jun accidentally listened to a song... The artistic conception of that song is exactly the feeling that the author Jun has always wanted to add to this volume but could not grasp it. , so the author Jun had a sudden whim, so he overthrew the third volume and started again... (deep bow)

Of course, speaking from a pragmatic point of view, the third volume was actually written two years ago, and the conception of the plot is not very satisfying even after reading it now, including that Wuxia’s image is too silly and lacks due cunning, and the narrative is planned to be changed to double lines, but the writing power is limited for a while. For a while, I can't grasp the feeling. With the flawless Tianmu beginning from the first volume, how to intersperse between the dream and reality of the ambush pen is natural. connect...

In the past few days, I have edited, edited, and rewritten several chapters one after another, but I am very dissatisfied, and I am very manic.I don’t know how long the original manuscript can be kept in the end, and it is very likely that it will be deleted completely—this kind of situation actually happens often. For example, in the original ending of the Xianyuan volume, the plot where Changsheng and his subordinates talked about practicing Emei was completely deleted. After many years of Changsheng, I went to Pingshan to rebuild the Linggu Pagoda for practicing Emei. At that time, I decided on the character design of Mrs. Changsheng in black clothes and Xuansang; the image of Longsu in Long Yuanjuan is almost the same as the first draft. Still infatuated with Stegosaurus; "Death Peach Blossom" has been edited several times before and after, and I forgot. Anyway, before the official upload, the Peach Blossom between Babuzhong and Changsheng was added, just to take care of the volume of "Hualongzhong" Theme and the wedge of the frontispiece...

In short, the female man with obsessive-compulsive disorder can't afford to be hurt. Before the big frame is smoothed out, the author is really unable to update it.

Very self-aware self-pia [-] times...