[Dragon Sword] Book of Laughing and Forgetting

The spring rain is as moist as crisp.

The vegetation in the villa has been renewed, and the green maples all over the garden are showing new buds, and the young leaves are half yellow and half green, swaying in the wind of willows.

The newly bloomed begonias are soft and vines are facing the wind, and the flowering mallards are hanging, and the flower path has not been swept away. At this time, two women are looking at the red wet place with the fragrance blown by the night rain.

One of them, dressed as a nun, is not wearing black clothes, but pink indigo sea blue (*), and even hangs a sword behind her back. Although she is a monk, her expression is quite lively; the other It was a young girl in red, with a beautiful appearance and a bookish and elegant air.

"Xianfeng, you are really capable," the nun took the hand of the girl in red and praised sincerely, "Madame has been suffering from palpitations for many years, and no amount of doctors can do anything about it. You just massaged her a few times. She recently had a seizure. The number of times has been greatly reduced.”

Mu Xianfeng pursed her lips and smiled, "Sister Mieding, you think highly of me," she stood on tiptoe, and stretched out her hand to climb a branch of crabapple flower that fell on her head. Pointing the crabapple flower to Mie Ding, "Look, when spring comes, everything revives, and so does this person. Winter goes to spring, and the weather is warm and pleasant every day, which is very beneficial to Mrs. Yu's illness."

As soon as she let go, the crabapple bounced back to the branch, trembling slightly, shaking off the dewdrops between the petals.

Mie Ding patted Mu Xianfeng's arm, and said, "No matter what, I will thank you for Madam."

Xianfeng smiled and said nothing, and took out a green glaze vial from the bamboo basket in her hand, and handed it to Mie Ding, "By the way, didn't Madam say that the puff pastry shrimp balls I made had a unique taste last time? Here's the secret."

The green glaze bottle is only three inches high, small and exquisite, with a long neck and round belly, bright blue glaze color, the bottle alone is worth a lot of money at first glance.Mie Ding took it curiously, only felt that the vial was heavy, and there seemed to be something in it, and there was a very faint fragrance, "What is this?"

Xianfeng said with a smile: "This is the exclusive sweet-scented osmanthus clear dew of my teacher's school. The crispy shrimp balls steamed with it can remove the fishy smell and enhance the freshness. After tasting the fragrance on the teeth and cheeks, it can also reconcile the spleen and stomach. Absolutely."

"This..." Mie Ding was a little hesitant, she was not blind, although Xianfeng said it lightly, but this bottle alone is so luxurious, not to mention the osmanthus dew contained in it, the value must be invaluable.

"Okay," Xianfeng stuffed the bottle into Mieding's hand, "Sister Mieding, I moved to the northwest with my master, you and your wife have taken care of me, a bottle of clear dew, brewed by myself, is nothing rare thing."

Xianfeng was eloquent, but Mie Ding couldn't refuse, so he accepted it, and couldn't help but said: "I don't care about taking care of it, I have to thank you, I'm rough, and my mouth is stupid, since you came, there is someone who can accompany you." Madam chatting to relieve boredom, Madam is much happier."

The two swam for a while, and suddenly, Mie Ding's expression turned cold, "Someone broke into the village!" She told Xianfeng, "Wait a while, I will come to accompany you after I solve the problem." Feng responded, and with a leap, he stepped on maple trees and flew out of the fence of the villa.

After a while, there were crackling and fighting sounds outside, and the last scream, and Mie Ding's stern voice was also clearly transmitted into the wall: "This villa is not allowed to stay overnight, idlers leave as soon as possible, trespassers, death !"

After a while of begging for forgiveness, the messy footsteps gradually went away. Mie Ding turned over and jumped into the wall. Seeing Mu Xianfeng who was listening quietly under the flowers, he couldn't help explaining with some embarrassment, "I sent a little thief."

Xianfeng looked at the sun and wanted to say goodbye, "It's getting late, I'm going back to prepare the evening meal, and I'll bother you next time."

"Then I'll take you out, and I'll come back in a few days." Mie Ding took her hand and reluctantly let it go. She guarded Hongye Villa and took care of his wife Qingxiu. Day after day, it was inevitably boring. Thanks to Mu Xianfeng's frequent visits in the past year, chatting to relieve boredom, the relationship is close.

The two girls walked out of the Red Leaf Villa while chatting and laughing.

{*Hai Qing: Monk (Ni) clothing. }

Suspended strange valley.

Looking down from the cliff, you can see all the clouds in the valley.Jianzixueyi was blowing in the wind like a cloud.

"How?" Sheng Zong approached slowly.

"There is a new alien current in the Central Plains, it seems to come from Beiyu." Jianzi replied.

"It must be time for Jianzi Xianji to go out again." Sheng Zong also looked down at the sea of ​​clouds and said with emotion, "Time flies so fast, I remember you ran to the door of my floating Qigu with a bad face, still looking It looks half dead, why does it feel like a blink of an eye, and how it turns back to that lively old Taoist priest."

"Thank you, my friend, for rejuvenation."

"I said, now you can always tell me, who did you use the Star Locking Art on?"

"Ah?" Jianzi pretended to be at a loss.

"Don't pretend to be garlic," Sheng Zong squinted at him and snorted coldly, "Don't tell me that mere magic dragon worshiping the sky and changing the evil spirit can almost kill you? When you came, it was clearly just You have consumed a huge amount of mana, and you still have the power of the stars on your body. I guess, you just used the star-locking formula, and before you can recover from your breath adjustment, you faced two jumping beam clowns again, and you were defeated and seriously injured. "

Speaking of this, Sheng Zong's expression was subtle, and he showed an interesting smile, "Locking the star formula, locking the soul of life, and relocating the star track, it is tantamount to changing the fate against the sky. Jianzi, I am really curious, who can force it?" You go to perform this method, you must know that the master said back then that the Tao follows nature, and what you seek is to release the bondage, have no distractions, and not be fettered by foreign things. You lock your soul with others. Your cultivation of the Dao has been greatly hindered."

Jianzi smiled slightly, "Master also said another sentence back then."

"what?"

"If you can keep your mind off your own business, you will be able to ascend as soon as possible." I also give it to you now." Satisfied to see Sheng Zong choke, Jianzi laughed and turned and walked down the mountain.

"Heh, speaking of this sentence, Jianzi, you are my role model."

Jianzi, who was about to leave the mountain to meddle in his own business, did not return his words, he stepped down step by step on the rocks, his eyebrows no longer worried, and he was calm and firm, and he walked and chanted:

"The step is quiet, the sleeves are not stained by the wind, and the spring and autumn are calm. Walking thousands of peaks, the way of immortality is already common, so there is no need to talk about swords."

The mountain wind is howling, and the stratus clouds are passing thousands of miles away. It is in the valley outside the world, and the heart is concerned about the safety of the Central Plains.

As the sun goes down, there are small bridges and flowing water, and people with dry vines and old trees sprout new shoots.

Under the big tree, some young children were sitting or leaning against each other, all of them were silent, with a book spread out on their knees, staring intently at the gentleman sitting in front of a few desks under the shade of the tree.

The gentleman was wearing a Confucian dress with white silk and purple satin trimming, the wide cuffs were embroidered with curly grass and auspicious cloud patterns, and there was no other decoration on his body, except for a few pearl tassels hanging down his chest, which was expensive but not vulgar.At this moment, he was holding a book in his hand, and he was reciting line by line. When he read a line, the children would read a line together. In this way, after a while, the poem was read through.

The childish voice of a young child is loud and clear, like a chick chirping, it is naturally carved and decorated like a rough stone, and it is crisp and pleasant to hear.And that gentleman, with a soft and smooth voice, cadenced, read every word, it makes people feel that the thousands of years of elegance accumulated in the book, with his recitation, rushed to the face.

"Zhan Bi Qi Ao, green bamboo green..."

The mist of the distant mountains gradually rises, and the streams in the mountains meander out of the valleys. Spring returns to the earth, and the villages are full of lush mulberry and bamboo.

"It's full of ears, and it's like a star..."

The pearl tassels swayed slightly, occasionally hitting each other, making a delicate sound.The pearly light reflected the white-bottomed Confucian shirt, which was extraordinarily clean.

The smoke from the cooking in the village was rising. After reading this, the master suddenly stopped, turned his head to the children who were still sitting upright, and said, "Okay, let's do it like this today, and come back tomorrow afternoon."

The children all stood up and bowed to salute. Although they were still young, they had already begun to show their manners, "Farewell, sir."

The teacher waved his hand, and the children scattered away. He lowered his head and was about to pack the pen, ink, and book fans on the desk, when he suddenly found that there was one left in front of him.

What was left behind was a little girl of seven or eight years old, with a braid tied in a red headband, her head tilted, and the braid was raised high, her palm-sized face was full of eyeballs, full of aura.

This little girl is a bit like Xianfeng when she was a child. Thinking of this, the husband couldn't help but smile, and asked softly: "Why, still don't understand?"

The little girl nodded, poking a certain line on the open book with her white and tender fingers, "I don't understand this sentence."

——There are bandit gentlemen, like gold like tin, like jade like jade, generous and generous.

The gentleman smiled slightly and said: "This poem says that there is a gentleman with both talents and virtues. He is as tough as bronze, as gentle as jade, generous and gentle."

"What about the next sentence, sir?"

——Good at joking, not abusive.

"He's funny and good at cracking jokes, but he's very measured, and jokes never hurt."

The little girl pointed again, and after waiting for a few breaths, she found that the husband seemed to be distracted, so she tentatively said, "Well, don't be sad in the end, right... I will never forget it."

The husband regained his senses, touched the little girl's hairy head, nodded and said: "That's what it means. Alright, let's go back to eat quickly, it's time for grandparents to call."

The little girl nodded, turned around and ran a few steps, suddenly remembered something, and ran back like a gust of wind, "Sir, I have something to give you."

"I've said it long ago, I won't stop cultivating."

"That's not it!" The little girl took out something from the cloth bag made of colorful rags hanging on her waist, held it in her small fist, raised her head, her eyes sparkled.

The gentleman also seemed to be interested, and asked with a smile: "What is that?"

The little girl spread out her fist, and saw a gold-plated butterfly in the palm of her hand. It was a very old style. Most of the gold-plated gold had been worn away, revealing the thin copper body, but it was still as light as before.

Seeing that the smiling gentleman stopped smiling suddenly, she was a little puzzled, and continued, "This is a family heirloom given to me by my grandfather. The god gave it to him, he later gave it to my grandma, and my dad also gave it to my mother—Sir, I like you very much, so I want to give it to you.”

Then, she was surprised to see her husband showing an expression she couldn't understand, and asked in a very low voice: "The old fairy with white eyebrows...is it white clothes, white hair, white eyebrows, and white all over?"

The little girl frowned, thinking back to what her grandfather told her while rubbing the buds when the sun was good, "Yes, an old fairy, grandpa said he flew into the sky and disappeared."

"Since it was a gift from the gods, why did you give it to me?" The gentleman suddenly asked coldly.

"Because..." The little girl didn't understand why the husband was suddenly angry and stuttered a little, "Because the old god told my grandpa...the golden butterfly is for someone I like...I..."

"Thank you..." She only felt a sudden gust of wind, and in the blink of an eye, the husband was already far away, and her hands were empty.

In the dusk, the afterglow was pulsating, blurring Mr.'s back, and one could only vaguely see the wide sleeves of the robe without wind and motion, and countless golden lights sprinkled down. It was extremely dazzling for a moment, and the beauty and etherealness were not like anything in the world.

The little girl couldn't help rubbing her eyes, and looked again, in the twilight of the barren village, there was no figure of Mr., only a sigh in her ear: "When I first saw this butterfly, it was as big as you are now."

As dusk fell, the distant mountains gradually fell into darkness, only the vegetation whirling all over the mountains was blown by the mountain wind.

Long Su sat on the rock on the top of the mountain, retracted his gaze, and spread his hands. The golden butterfly in his palm was warmed by the palm of his hand, and the wings of the butterfly fluttered slightly in the mountain wind, as if he was going home by the wind.

Somewhere, there is God's will.

Long Su lowered his head and looked carefully for a while, seeing the familiar pattern, and in a trance, he returned to the bright lights hundreds of years ago.

Don't be sad for a long time in the world, two places groan without knowing it.

In the world, only emotion and God's will cannot be controlled by people.



Long Su's clothing refers to the retreating dragon.