Longevity: The Flawless Dream

Let's go back to the original topic. Yijian Fengchan said that he was looking for an enemy and waiting for a friend.

Because his expression was so far away and dignified, Lian Wuxia was too embarrassed to continue in a daze. After thinking about it, he took out a wild fruit, half lifted his veil and gnawed it silently, while signaling him to continue with his eyes.Unexpectedly, Yijian Fengchan refused to continue talking, instead he sighed helplessly.

After walking together for a few days, he sort of figured out the habit of Lian Wuxia. It is true that he has been bigu for many years, but the little girl is greedy, so she can't help but make some delicate and light snacks, or find a few fresh and clean fruits. Take it out and grind your teeth.It’s true that the dim sum she made is exquisite, but it’s a pity that it’s not as big as his fingernails, and it’s too rough to put it between his teeth. Vegetarian, and you haven't shaved your head... You really don't have an elder brother who lived in the Northern Territory?"

Lian Wuxia shook his head, the cloud lingered on the ground to form words, I don't know if it was because of the mention of Lian Emei, the handwriting looked extraordinarily soft: "No, I am an orphan, adopted by my mother Lian Emei more than 1000 years ago."

"That's not it." Yijian Fengchan originally said it casually. Although he and Jianxue Wuming have both forgotten the past, one thing is certain, that is, both of them are definitely under six hundred years old. Given the terrifying age difference, Jianxue Wuming would never become Lian Wuxia's elder brother no matter what.Who thought that he just mentioned it casually, but Lian Wuxia actually answered it seriously?Sure enough, age is not determined by age in many cases, just like Lian Wuxia, age is old enough, isn't she just a silly girl who hasn't grown up in appearance and mind?

Just as he was thinking, the word cloud on the ground had changed.

"Why are you alone, where is that swordsman playing the leaf flute?" Lian Wuxia thought for a long time, and finally asked the question that had been in his mind for several days.

"You've seen Jianxue!" Yijian Feng Chan was holding a branch to make fun of the fire, he paused when he heard this, and his voice suddenly rose to four points of surprise amidst doubts and surprises.

"15 years ago, I saw you playing with that swordsman from a distance here. Why isn't he with you?"

Throwing the branch of Feng Chan with a sword, he raised his forehead: "I also really want to know the answer to this question."

Seeing his careless green face filled with depression, Lian Wuxia suddenly felt sympathetic, and changed the subject: "Listen to what you said, except for eating habits, what else do I have similar to him?"

"Ai Mei, people are like plums, beautiful." Yi Jian Feng Chan said.Before the words fell, seeing that Lian Wuxia was obviously stunned, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Lian Wuxia regained consciousness and shook his head: "It's nothing."

Pretty... no one ever said that about her.

To be exact, no man has ever said that.

The people she has known since she was a child are either women or elders, and the men of her generation she has known are really very few.Not to mention Kuanglong's eye problem, Taoist practitioners such as Emei and Cang will naturally not notice the appearance of a little girl, and eminent monks such as Bulianhua and Ruyueying have already reached the realm of beauty and bones. He seemed to have a heart for her, Mo Yanxin was taciturn, and Long Su just instigated Mu Xianfeng to tease her with a look of disgust.So much so that she grew up so big, besides Jin Bazhen and Jin Zhanzhan's mother and daughter, Yijian Fengchan was the first person to praise her for her beauty.

She glanced sideways at her slanting shadow under the firelight, not noticing that her heart, which was like a mirror lake in the past, seemed to be like the flickering light and shadow in front of her, faintly rippling with warm ripples.

Yijian Fengchan hesitated to speak.In fact, Jian Xue and Lian Wuxia are not very similar. Jian Xue is as nameless as a white plum, born in the ice and snow. Awe-inspiring, clean and beautiful.Lian Wuxia is like a black plum, its flowers are gorgeous and secluded, and they are obviously thick and rich like the color of blood precipitated to the deepest. They are extremely clean, seeming warm, solid and cold. With the unique feminine attitude of a woman, they combine the evil of blood with the cleanness of snow. Burning and melting together, beautiful and clean.

As for the latter words, Yijian Fengchan just turned his mind, looked at the girl's rippling and thoughtful gaze, and subconsciously gave up the idea of ​​saying it.

After a long time, the word Youyun appeared in the void in front of Yijian Fengchan, and Lian Wuxia looked at his own shadow, but never looked at him again: "Have you ever thought... since the swordsman named Jianxue Aimei Ru Si, maybe you just need to look for the plum blossoms, and we will meet each other one day?"

Yijian Fengchan was a little surprised, his blue face showed an obvious thoughtful look, but finally shook his head decisively: "There is a fate, we will see you again."

"Then, what you are waiting for is your friend named Jianxue?" Lian Wuxia asked.

Yijian Fengchan nodded with a dignified expression.

"Who is the enemy you are looking for?" Seeing his unusual expression, Lian Wuxia couldn't help being curious.

This question seems to be of great significance to Yijian Fengchan, because his gaze instantly became condensed, and in a cold but slightly hateful tone, he slowly said a name: "Boy Tunfo." As he spoke, he waved his sword finger, and immediately there was a mark of flame on the ground, "This is the mark left by his moves."

Swallow Buddha boy.The four words were like a tiny chisel, scratching gently in my heart.

A trace of deja vu.

Lian Wuxia frowned for a while, but no matter how hard she thought about it, she couldn't think of any information about this person, so she said: "I will pay attention to it." Looking at this person's name, he seems to be the enemy of Buddhism, and this evil delusion is compelling His murderous aura seemed to come from demons and the like.It's a pity that Wanshengyan has been closed, so I can't ask the holy venerable and Yuezuo, but my mother is pedantic about heaven and man, and senior Shulou is knowledgeable, so I can ask them if I have a chance.

"Do you need me to say 'thank you' in advance?" Yijian Fengchan laughed.

Lian Wuxia shook his head immediately, then realized that he was just joking, and frowned slightly before he knew it.

It was a flame-shaped imprint, with smooth strokes and three points into the stone.

It's burning.

The fierce fire engulfed everything in just a snap of the fingers.The eyes are occupied by the boundless red lotus fire, the demon souls in the ground are laughing wildly, the ghosts of monks and Taoists in the air are screaming and singing, and the blood flowing everywhere is baked into bunches of pale or fishy smoke by the fire. It seems to be able to squeeze out every drop of water and reason in the body.Standing in the center of the flames was a white figure with hands behind his back in long clothes, and his long flame-colored hair was almost indistinguishable from the clamoring flames around him.

The ruler Danqing held in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

It is by no means that the slight sound of falling to the ground could not call Lian Wuxia out of the stillness, she could only look at that figure from the back, feeling more uncomfortable than ever.She wanted to breathe, but she couldn't breathe; she wanted to shout, but her dilapidated throat had no ability to make a sound; she wanted to close her eyes, but an inexplicable but powerful force forced her to open them wide, to see the Sen Luo inch by inch. The horrors of hell, trying to struggle but unable.

Yijian Fengchan was awakened by the sound of plum branches falling to the ground, and saw that Lian Wuxia, who was sitting in meditation opposite the fire, was shrouded in a strange aura, as if a shadow was about to move in her hair.Just as he was about to remind him, the shadow had exploded, and Lian Wuxia's tightly coiled purple hair immediately spread out. Even though there was no wind, the strands of hair danced like flying wildly.The thick purple and black purple lights are fighting each other, and there is also a faint black light that swims like a spirit snake.The deep color made Lian Wuxia's face, which was drenched in cold sweat with his eyes tightly shut, pale as silk, and his brows, which usually looked bland, suddenly had a hint of inexplicable meaning.

So beautiful, so dangerous.

A condensed glazed light flashed by, and when Yijian Fengchan took a closer look, he was already submerged behind the absolute stream of light.He didn't have time to think about it, and shouted loudly: "Lian Changsheng!"

Lian Wuxia didn't respond, the eyeballs under the tightly closed eyelids moved uneasily, as if immersed in some kind of terrible nightmare.Yijian Fengchan frowned slightly, and the killing commandment on his back suddenly let out the sound of a dragon chant, the holy aura burst forth with the sound of Qingyue, and the chisu Danqing who fell on the ground was inspired by the holy aura, and the dense fairy aura combined with the fragrance of plum blossoms burst into flames in an instant Sheng.Lian Wuxia's body shook, and she finally opened her eyes. The pure air around her made her scattered pupils condense slightly.She looked around blankly. Those light brown eyes, which were almost transparent, were always beautiful, because the beauty of the charm often gave people a cool and graceful mood. No one had ever noticed that when the eyes faded When all the emotions are touched, it will be so cold and clear that it is daunting.

With this appearance, she was completely different from the Taoist with a calm attitude in the past.

Her gaze was fixed on Yijian Fengchan's face, and after a while, she naturally extended a hand to him.

Feng Chan stepped forward to hold a sword hesitantly, she raised her head, her eyes, which were so clear that she had no intention of feeling, reflected the swordsman's green face, and her lips moved vaguely.Because she couldn't see the words on her lips clearly through the veil, and she didn't know what she said, but after she finished speaking, she pressed her chest and panted heavily.

At that moment, Lian Wuxia didn't realize that he couldn't speak.

Because it was Lian Wuxia who couldn't speak, so it wasn't her who spoke.What's more, because Lian Wuxia couldn't speak, she didn't hear what she was saying or what she was saying. She even fainted so fast that she even forgot the fact that she had spoken once, so she couldn't grasp the moment when she was insane The ray of light in between.

It wasn't until many years later that she realized that what she blurted out back then was nothing but a name - Tunfo Boy.

But at this time, she just silently uttered these four words and looked at the swordsman opposite, until the opponent couldn't stand it and turned his face slightly, and called tentatively: "Lian Changsheng?"

Lian Wuxia didn't respond, and didn't blink.

"Practice longevity? Practice longevity? Longevity?" Yijian Fengchan called out several times.

Her eyes full of coldness finally flickered like candlelight, and Lian Wuxia's mellow and gentle demeanor recovered bit by bit. She glanced at him ignorantly, and then fainted from exhaustion.

The author has something to say: Recently, I have been practicing chorus every night from 07:30 to 09:30, the update is late, sorry.

It is said that today is the 11th birthday of the benmingshengsheng boy. In addition to the original congratulatory message, there should be another chapter to express the congratulations, so even if it is late, the author will wait for thousands of waters and thousands of mountains to just wait to overcome all difficulties and update!