Zi Ling looked at Long Xing who was aroused and smiled sweetly. She pushed her hair back and put her pretty face close to Long Xing's ear.
"I only remember the formula once. I have never activated this ink mirror myself, and I am not sure whether it will work." Zi Ling said softly.
Long Xing raised his eyes and gave her a cryptic look: "Just think you are making it up. I'll give it a try."
After all, Zi Ling said that it was passed to her by an old woman, but did not say that it was the master's secret book. Now Zi Ling's identity was accountant Zhang, so it was hard for her to directly reveal that she was a disciple of Xianxia Mountain.
Zi Ling whispered the formula to Long Xing, only four sentences: the mirror on the ink tower looks like frost, the mud pills turn into delusions, the secret mirror rubs the broken heart, and the nostalgia for the world of mortals is borrowed from the crab general.
Zi Ling's words still had the last word left in them. Long Xing followed the words and only recited them silently once before his consciousness became hazy.
He floated to an ink-colored pool. The moon in the sky was very big. It was probably either August 14th or August 16th. It felt like Mid-Autumn Festival, and the evening breeze was very cool.
The bright moonlight shines on the water droplets on the grass leaves, shining like rotten silver. The frogs that have been noisy all summer are busy hibernating. The surroundings are very quiet. The sound of one foot dragging the muddy water is particularly loud, as if there is A shadow emerged from the distant field.
The shadow climbed up an embankment and slowly approached the pool.
The shadow took off his raincoat, took off his hat like a bamboo hat, and took off the trousers around his waist. He was naked and jumped into the pool with a guy in his hand.
After a while, a black dam was built in the middle of the pool. Near the weir, a two-meter hole was opened, and a double-layered tree branch was inserted.
It was very humid on the weir. Shadow spread his coir raincoat on the ground and sat on it. He was naked, and his flesh was shining with silver, giving people a majestic feeling.
The northwest wind was blowing loudly. He stood up, stretched out his arms and kicked his legs, like a silly big child. After struggling for a while, he put on the trousers and sat on the raincoat.
There is almost no movement in the ink-colored pool, only clusters of small waves where the branches block it indicate that the water is flowing. Moist mist rose from the ground, and the moon climbed very high. It looks smaller in stature, but brighter in brilliance.
There was a loud chirping in the water plants beside the water, which made the night even more peaceful.
The fog on the water surface is also of varying shades and unpredictable. Sometimes the silvery water is covered by the fog, and sometimes it emerges from the fog.
Shadow waited for a while. He looked at the branches in the pool, but there was no movement yet, and he became a little anxious. He muttered, "The west wind is strong, the north wind is loud, and the crab's feet are itching. It's time for a party. It's a damn thing if you don't come out."
He walked to the bushes beside the embankment, picked off a bright silver leaf, held it between his lips, and blew some strange chirping sounds. His eyes glowed with a faint green light, which was so strange.
I don't know when a yellow, lonely cloud appeared in the sky, and the moon happened to get into it. A strange phenomenon appeared in the sky. In such a big sky, the moon had a wide path to follow, so why did it have to get into the clouds?
The cold light was blocked, and the pools, rivers, and fields became hazy. Suddenly there was a faint fragrance coming from the river ditch. Looking along the fragrance, a white lotus stood out on the water. It looked so fresh and holy in the dim light.
The appearance of the lotus made the floating Long Xing forget everything, immersing him in a white and cool emotion that he had never experienced before. He moved towards the flower unconsciously, his legs immersed in the warm water, and the slowly flowing water gently caressed his thighs. He felt almost comfortable to death.
There are only a few steps away from the lotus, but the walk seems very long. The distance between the lotus and the lotus seems to never change. Long Xing takes one step and the lotus takes one step back.
Long Xing's heart was in a state of blissful anesthesia. He didn't want to pick the lotus, he just wanted to keep the lotus moving and he would move too. In this slowness, there is a beautiful goal to follow, the caress of the warm river water, an unforgettable happy experience.
Suddenly, the moon's radiance filled the river. For a moment, the lotus trembled twice, emitting several rays of white light that were more dazzling than lightning. Then, the petals that looked like jade shells fell one after another.
The petals hit the water and broke into tiny discs. Rotating and disappearing into the cold shining river water, the tall flower stem with petals withered and fell after the petals withered, meandering on the water for a few times, turning into ripples of water~
Long Xing's eyes were filled with hot tears unknowingly, and his heart was filled with sweet sadness. There was no sadness in my heart, just sadness. Everything that happened in front of me was like a beautiful dream.
Long Xing was soaking in the river water, which was flooded to his heart. Every beat made the river water gently churn, and ripples appeared on the water surface. Although the lotus disappeared, its light and delicate fragrance remained, floating on the water surface. It blends in with the clear moonlight and the melancholy chirping of insects.
A strong big hand grabbed Long Xing's collar and lifted him out of the water. Strings of water droplets, like pearls, rolled down from his chest, belly and thighs to the surface of the water.
The river water was waded open by two thick thighs, making a loud splashing sound. Then Long Xing's body was thrown up, somersaulted in the air, and landed on the coir raincoat.
After a closer look, the shadow was obviously still sitting on the embankment, blowing the leaves intently, without any sign of movement.
Long Xing gasped for air and shouted. The shadow turned back and glanced at Long Xing. His green eyes were unfamiliar and a little annoyed, as if he disliked Long Xing for disturbing his playing.
After Long Xing had the experience of chasing lotus flowers, he no longer had any fear in his heart. Regardless of whether the shadow was a human or a ghost, it seemed to be just a guide leading him into a wonderland.
Once the purpose is achieved, his existence will lose its meaning. Thinking like this, Long Xing felt relieved, and the unpleasant sound of leaves and ghostly cries became gentle and pleasant.
A soft hand touched Long Xing's head. When he looked up, he saw a young woman with a face like a silver basin. Her hair was very long, like a waterfall, and she had a white flower as big as an egg pinned to her temples. The fragrance was fragrant. , making Long Xing unable to identify what kind of flower it is?
She was smiling all over her face, with a beauty mark in the middle of her forehead. She was wearing a wide and large white dress. She stood tall and graceful under the moonlight and looked very beautiful.
