[Sword Three] [Hua Yang] Qian Jixue

"At that time, we found a lot of exotic flowers and plants to grow, including the herbs that the East China Sea merchants tried their best to get. It is said that those herbs originally grew in the depths of the isolated island, not many, but they grew well and covered the sky and the surrounding environment. It's bad, and there are storms around. It's a pity that those greedy people don't understand the value at all, and they burned the island with a torch in order to dig valuable gems."

"Most of the herbs we got were dying, some died not long after, and some were easy to take care of and could live for a few years, but they were all used up during the war. There is one plant that is still alive, I guess. If you grow it well, you can live for 100 years.”

The senior couldn't listen anymore, and cut off the conversation: "Brother, I guarantee that it will be stewed into medicine by you in less than 50 years."

"That's what I said." The younger brother waved his hand and continued to introduce himself, "It's a pity that I lost it when I was planting flowers and grass. I didn't expect it to take root in the tree hole, and the place is sheltered." Wet and warm, it came alive and grew bigger."

"It's a pity that my Qingyan is not its hometown. When we found it this year, it had died long ago. I don't know when it died. It just stuck in the tree trunk. If the tree hadn't fallen, we wouldn't have found it. "

"However, it's strange to say that this plant grows together with frost stones. After being rooted for a long time, the other half has grown frost branches that are like fine stones. Now even if they are dead, they are still inseparable. The spirits on them are still as beautiful as snow. I reckon that this grass is probably a thousand-year-old immortal whose soul core was dug out, otherwise, how could it still grow in a tree hole that only has earth atmosphere? It is a pity that it died inexplicably after only a few years, otherwise I will take care of it , must live another 100 years.”

"Junior brother, don't speculate wantonly." The senior brother coughed a few times, interrupting his nonsense, "We asked the swordsmith to have a look, and they said that this texture can be directly used as a weapon of the Pure Yang Qi Sect, and a sword superintendent will do. "

"Ah, yes, Daoist, it's just that the sword blank is more difficult to get. It's stuck in the tree pole. If we can't get it out, we are afraid that the tree pole will be broken. I heard from my colleagues that Lu Zu of Chunyang had a similar weapon. It might be appropriate to seek you from the Pure Yang Palace.”

Junior Brother Wan Hua turned his head after finishing speaking, only to see the Taoist priest following slowly behind, with a blank expression and erratic thoughts, he has already pulled away a lot, and the little Taoist priest beside him still turns his head to wait for him from time to time.

Senior Brother Wan Hua also stood still, and said with relief: "Don't mind the Taoist priest, I won't let the sword understand the mystery. Taoist Chunyang must have the same aura, so you might as well give it a try."

The strange flowers and plants in the past have grown very tall, and they have become shaded from a distance.Han Qingyun nodded, looked past them, saw the blurred branches in the tree hole, and approached them step by step.

He walked very slowly, his face was pale, his eyes were empty but determined, the nephew stopped first and waited from a distance.Brother Wan Hua finally felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, they glanced at each other, and didn't make any more noise.

They watched him stop, slowly stretched out his hands but hesitated, and their eyes fell on the two frosty branches of the dead wood over and over again, as if what they wanted to touch was not the dead branches, but the erratic fate.

Junior brother Wan Hua waited for a long time without seeing him move, and just wanted to take a step to help, but was pulled back by the senior brother at the side.

Han Qingyun's eyes moved slightly, and he clasped his fingers lightly and forcefully, and the branch was taken out from the tree hole intact.

"How is this possible?!" Junior Brother Wan Hua was the first to startle, staring at his senior brother and said, "I tried many times, but I can't get it out at all! Senior brother, look..."

Senior Brother Wanhua nodded, obviously he had tried it too.

Seeing the light, the dead wood seems to be shining instantly, the frosty branches are bright, the black branches are black, with a drop of cinnabar on them, and a strong medicinal fragrance diffuses as the dead branches are taken out. It is bitter and long, unique.

Seeing the nephew who stopped in the distance, he couldn't help poking his head.

"This... the herb smells so strong, how come I haven't smelled it before?" Junior Brother Wanhua was surprised again, "If such a good thousand-year-old mozhi is used as medicine, it will bring the dead back to life! It's a pity that it just withered and died, what a waste , how did it wither and die?"

Senior brother Wan Hua was amazed by the magic of the sword blank, forgot to stop his senior brother for a while, and let him start talking nonsense again.

Liuzhou wood, the mysterious branches have withered, the frost branches are still there, the proud frost and snow are like winter plums and fallen flowers, this is the essence of Kunwu.This is the legend of Lu Zu heard in ancient times.

Han Qingyun slowly hugged the dead branch in his arms, fluttered his lips, read a name lightly, and immediately moved close to his heart, bowed his head against his face, and asked slowly:

"Return date...is there a date?"

As the wind passed, the medicinal fragrance slowly dissipated.

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Master once said that once a person remembers something, he will never forget it, but he cannot remember it.

Han Qingyun didn't need to change weapons at all, his brother recommended him to go.From the moment he stepped into the sea of ​​flowers, he remembered little by little, little by little, the adventures and parting, the promise of being with him for the rest of his life, and the time we will share in the future——

Finally remember everything that was erased, and never forget it.

He is in a world of disputes, and he has traveled the mountains and rivers with this sword. He has been to many places but still has not seen through the rivers and lakes.After his master passed away, he gradually faded away from the rivers and lakes, and lived in a corner of Mount Hua for ten years, twenty years...even his senior brother was gone.

Time passed for a long time, so long that his hair was frosty and white, and so long that others no longer called him Daoist Han, but changed to "Kunwu Taoist".

Later people learned that there was a Kunwu Taoist who lived in a small courtyard deep in Huashan Mountain, where there was snow all the year round, and when the snow was heavy, it could be piled as high as a person, and only in the spring could he find the way.

They all said he was cultivating immortals, even the children who explored his yard to play with him said so.

After so many years, the children began to grow old, and a new little Taoist came to him, begging him to tell stories about the gods without fear.

He then told the story of "Han Qingyun", even though no one in this world knows this person anymore.

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The next day was sunny, Han Qingyun slept well, woke up early, and slowly went out to watch the snow with his sword in his arms.

It's spring at the foot of the mountain, the snow on the mountain is not too thick, the sight is vast and white, and the exposed rocks are shining like lamps in the mountains.

As usual, he stood on the terrace, facing the wind, with his clothes fluttering, revealing half of the saber wrapped in his arms in the sunlight.

The mysterious branches are stained with ink, and the frosty branches are covered with snow, just like when they were retrieved.

Time has indeed passed for a long time, the fleeting years have made his beard and eyebrows frosty, and the silver hair behind the crown is like a whisk, but his appearance has not changed, making him comparable to any fairy.

But he has not yet become a fairy.

When he was young, he had many expectations and ideals, but now, he often misses the years spent at the foot of the mountain, and wonders if it wasn't for the war, it would be very interesting for them to spend a hundred years of life together.

He still dare not say for sure what the interesting and boring words that Mo Zhiqi always talks about are.

But they stayed together for a long time, he took him to travel mountains and rivers, showed him "interesting" things, and showed him snow that could pile up as high as a person.

He stood for a whole morning, and when he was a little tired, he went back to the house to stay. He changed into the Taoist robe that had been wet by Fubuki, dressed in plain white, and warmed himself by the stove with his sword in his arms.

He is no longer afraid of the fragrance of flowers and plants, and he must no longer mind the warmth and coldness.

The green smoke curled up and the fragrance was diffuse. He closed his eyes and imagined his appearance after many years of transformation, whether he still had black hair and a smile like a flower.

"Little Daoist, what's your name?"

"Don't be too busy cultivating immortality, before that, wait for me to beat you first."

"I gave you the clear water, of course I will be tired, and I'm not a god."

Many former Wanhua chattered endlessly, curled up the corners of their mouths, bent their eyes, and hid the end of their beautiful eyes, talking to him with a smile.

"You are free at that time, you want to take me to Huashan to see the snow dumplings... I want snow dumplings as big as you."

"Xiao Daoist, is cultivating immortals boring? I said it earlier."

Han Qingyun was stunned, then opened his eyes, and saw Mo Zhiqi smiling at him in front of his eyes, his hair was as black as ink, and his old friend was still the same.

He didn't know what he looked like, whether he should go through Qianfan and say "it's really boring", or shake his head and say "this is good".

He may still be the 16-year-old boy, drew out his sword and pointed at his smiling face, saying:

"What's your air? We fought."

The fire was still burning, Han Qingyun sat on the couch, fell asleep with the sword in his arms, and never woke up again.

This spring is the 100th year since he met him.

【Finish】

The author has something to say: one sees through the secular world and cultivates immortality, and the other becomes an adult who is tired of loneliness, often passing strangers, but meeting and getting acquainted with each other at the moment when their fates meet

They have lived the life they wanted, love is speechless, day and night, life for a hundred years

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