Longevity: The Flawless Dream

In fact, apart from the one-sided first meeting a long time ago, Lian Wuxia and Yijian Fengchan met each other for the first and second encounters in the true sense.

In a sense, it is also a kind of fate. Lian Wuxia's rough glances at the Northern Territory Shuangxie back then were only a snap of the fingers, but for some reason, she remembered it for a long time, so that after a long time, when When she met that man again, she recognized him at first sight as the swordsman who played the green bamboo flute by the fire that night.

At that time, the man was engaged in a wild and hearty fight, blood was spilled, and it was hard to tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.Before Lian Wuxia had time to frown, she was kicked towards her alone by that person, and immediately with a swipe of her right hand, Chisu Danqing exuded a faint breath, and gently pushed the visitor away to a safe place to avoid the sword wind.

"Xianmei." The man had already killed the last enemy, and with his long sword sheathed, he looked at her.The blazing sunlight reflected his light blue face, with thick black eyebrows and eyelashes, handsome and intimidating, and the lightning-like light shone from him, showing power without anger.

Lian Wuxia frowned slightly, until now she realized that the man she pushed away had been kicked to death by that man.She poured a ray of true energy into Chisu Danqing, and immediately the blood-petal-like flowers separated from the plum branches and flew in all directions. Deadly, and slowly circling among the plum branches.

But her gaze fell on the long sword in the man's hand at this moment.

That sword is quite different from any weapons made of gold and iron. Its material seems to be fine iron, but there is a flame inside that shoots out all the time. The light is extremely blazing, but there is no sense of aggressiveness. And, no match for holiness.Lian Wuxia was too familiar with that aura, it was filled with the Zen voice of Yibu Lianhua and the slow words of Ruyueying in his childhood memory - the holy aura.

Although it is slightly different from the Buddhist aura on Yue Zuo and the Holy Venerable, it is clearly the pure holy aura from the Wanshengyan lineage.

"Holy Sword?" Lian Wuxia wrote, the clouds gathered to form clear and beautiful words, and the strokes were slightly lost in flow, revealing the owner's interest and surprise at the moment.

"Do you want to make me my enemy by saving the person I killed just before my face?" the man said.

The astonishment in Lian Wuxia's heart increased a little, and he wrote: "Aren't they already dead?" Everyone is already dead, so sending an unwilling soul into reincarnation is to make him an enemy?

The sharpness in the man's eyes flickered and he closed it: "Using a pen instead of speaking, do you think I am not worthy to talk to you?"

Lian Wuxia shook his head and pointed to his throat.

"Are you dumb?" There was a hint of surprise in the man's voice.

Lian Wuxia nodded, and wrote: "You are injured, why don't you heal?"

The man sneered: "Just a moment ago, I was still saving the souls of the dead with my sword, and now I am asking about my injuries. Which side are you on?"

Lian Wuxia thought for a while and wrote, "They are dead, I don't know them."

"You don't know me either, or are you on the side of the living?" the man asked.

Lian Wuxia nodded, then shook his head after pondering for a while, Chisu Danqing pointed to the sword in the man's hand, and wrote: "Holy Sword."

This sword should be the work of a certain master of Wanshengyan. Although the evil spirit around this person is really incompatible with the sword in his hand, but he can hold the holy sword and use it so proficiently, which shows that he has owned this sword for a long time It has been a long time, and it can be seen that he must have a relationship with Wanshengyan.And Lian Wuxia respects Yibu Lianhua very much, and also has a close friendship with Ruyueying, so his perception of people who have a relationship with Wanshengyan will naturally not be that bad.

Of course, it was also because of that night that the man in front of her blew the flute sound that made her extremely heartbroken.

What's more, she really didn't know those dead people.Lian Wuxia is obsessed with survival. If these people still have a chance of survival, she will naturally have the duty to rescue the survivors from the opponent's sword.But the person is dead, revenge, right and wrong, and upholding justice are not her duty as a passer-by who doesn't know the truth—it's a very simple reason, isn't it?

I don't know if the man listened to Lian Wuxia's explanation, but he only heard a sneer, and a sword light flew towards her chest without warning.Lian Wuxia and Qingya under his seat were united in mind and mind, retreating tens of feet in an instant, and at the same time pulling the plum branch horizontally, a green calyx and white plum popped up, silently dissipating the sword energy, and then floated back to the branch.

"As a woman, your strength has the qualifications for me to declare my surname by name." The man saw this scene in his eyes, put his sword back in its sheath and said, "One sword seals Zen, this is my name.".

Lian Wuxia was stunned, and wrote: "Lian Changsheng, my name." She nodded to him, her eyes clear, "Now we know each other."

"I look forward to your next shot." Yijian Fengchan also nodded, holding the sword on his back, and stepped forward.Lian Wuxia put away the ruler and Su Danqing, and set off with a deer.

The two walked past the wilderness path that was still stained with blood, and parted ways.

It was just meeting by chance, so it is natural to say that we are parting.In the not-so-short life of the two, there has never been a lack of such nodding acquaintances.And such nodding acquaintances usually only meet once, and there is not much friendship, but there is also some appreciation.However, the sky is big and the earth is big, the chance of meeting again is almost zero, and it is just a nodding acquaintance.

But after that, when she rescued an old doctor who accidentally fell off the cliff while gathering herbs, her eyes flicked over the purple bamboo flute tied around his waist, and she suddenly became dazed.Somehow, she actually asked for it as payment.The color of the pipe flute is like purple jade, the whole body is full of golden patterns, the brilliance is beautiful and charming, and the sound is like forest springs and moons, it is really extraordinary.

The old doctor said: "The name of this flute is 'Xia'."

The ins and outs of Lian Wuxia's first encounter with Beiyu Renxie were roughly the same. As for the second encounter between the two... She lightly touched Xiaxiao's round sound hole with her fingertips, and blinked.

When they met for the second time, even if she was knocked into the mud plow hell, she would not say a word to the third person.Aunt Zhen can't do it, Uncle Kuanglong can't do it, Jianxue can't do it, senior Shulou can't do it, and mother can't do it either.

It's really shameful to throw it away for 33 days.

The turmoil in the world is ups and downs, and the world can be separated in a short time. Lian Wuxia has never cared about martial arts affairs, and she doesn't know that only when she travels, the world outside her body has changed.

The "Lanruo Sutra" appeared in the world, and many eminent monks gathered in the Hongbo Luo Temple to read it. They knew that they were slaughtered overnight, and all of them turned into golden men with extinction. The only missing person, Bu Wang Huan, became the biggest suspect.

The Buddhist sword is said to be unbearable to be eroded by the evil soldiers, and the Buddha's mind is possessed by demons, causing countless killings in the martial arts world. Fortunately, Jian Zixian's ingenious plan devised an ingenious design that sucked out the power of the evil soldiers in the Buddha sword, and then it was eliminated. It was a tragedy of the death of Buddhist monks.

The Beichen Dynasty fought internally.First, it was revealed that Beichen Yuanhuang was not of the blood of the late emperor. Beichenfeng, the eldest son left behind by the late emperor, led the crowd to force the palace.Then Beichen Yuanhuang got the help of his rumored biological father, Beichen Yinzhi, to make a comeback, personally killed Beichenfengxian, and regained the throne. , Singing, reciting, and playing rectification, I dare not give birth to the slightest single-mindedness.The ethos of the Beichen Dynasty was clear for a while, and everyone was united in one mind. Just as they were about to recruit talented people and expand their territories, there was a long-dormant crisis that revealed its deadly minions.

Also, Deng Jiuwu, who shot gold and silver, gradually surfaced. Wherever the sharp cry of his subordinate monkey "Go out on patrol, stop Tianzhu", countless golden statues fell down. There are no fewer than five masters.For a moment, the title of King Deng, the gold and silver prince, became a legend of the devil that people in the rivers and lakes feared.

The side-by-side Wang Beichenyin of the Beichen Dynasty went to the people in person, wanting to recruit for Beichen Yuanhuang the strangers and six ugly cripples recommended by the late grandparents Fu Yujiefei before his death.The first is "Don't use Qianlong", the second is "A Lotus Supporting Life", and the third is "Human evil sword destroys gold and silver".

Bei Chenyin immediately launched an investigation, and occasionally got clues, it is said that there is a dry walker in the northwest, who received Deng Jiuwu's three palms and survived, but unfortunately the fourth palm was still sealed by Deng Jiuwu.If his story only ends here, he can at most be regarded as one of the spirits under Deng Jiuwu's hands who have a little resistance. Lifted his golden seal!

Could this strange person be one of the evil swordsmen?Bei Chenyin immediately turned his horse's head and rushed to the Kufo Abode in the northwest.

Withered Walker is a monk in black cloth clothes. He doesn't look too old, but his expression is stiff and his eyes are blank, as if he was carved out of dead wood.As soon as he saw Bei Chenyin, he knew the intention of the other party's visit, but kept silent. Bei Chenyin moved to understand the reason with affection, and told him all the sins he had committed after selling gold and silver to reappear in the Jianghu. Only then did he see his numb face There was a wavering look on his face: "Miao Yan Suiguang, this person may have the answer that the prince needs."

"Miaoyan Suiguang? This title has never been heard by this king." Bei Chenyin has a handsome appearance, especially with two thick eyebrows, extremely black in color, and the peaks of the eyebrows are like swords.At this moment, he was full of surprise because of the completely unfamiliar name mentioned by Drywalker, and the tea brought by the little novice was at hand, and he even forgot to take a sip of it politely.

Withered Walker beat his legs steadily with his strength. He once suffered from gold and silver seals. sequelae.Whenever the seasons change and the temperature and cold alternate, these two legs will always hurt so much that he can't rest day and night: "The king's hands and eyes are open to the sky, the turmoil in the court, the turmoil in the rivers and lakes, you can always see the bottom of the matter, but you stand too high , you can see it high and far away, and you may not be able to clearly understand the thoughts, sufferings and worries of the people in the dust under your feet."

Bei Chenyin's eyes flashed: "Is this a folk stranger?"

Withered Walker slowly shook his head: "This is a person who has entered the world but has never entered the world. If you find her, you will know where the evil is, and maybe you will also know the whereabouts of another person who can unlock the gold and silver seal."

"How do you say that?" Bei Chenyin asked humbly in great doubt.

But Ku Xingzhe didn't answer, just said: "The poor monk shouldn't talk too much when it comes to benefactors, but the calamity of gold and silver affects the government and the public, so even if the two of them don't want to be involved in the disputes between the rivers and lakes, the poor monk has no choice but to speak boldly." A few words. It’s just that the poor monk who should be said has already said it, and it’s useless to say more.”

Bei Chenyin was waiting to ask again, but Dry Walker closed his eyes and closed his mouth, and even fell into a samadhi in front of him, making it clear that he would not say anything more.Bei Chenyin had no choice but to get up and leave.

The author has something to say: I finally met, I am so tired