"I am Luochen, and I have met the young master."
On the Canggu Pavilion, leaning on the railing and sitting next to the collapse, a woman leaned down and whispered, her figure as graceful as a weak willow in the wind, her dress rippling and dancing in the wind, her face as beautiful as the cold moonlight, her eyebrows and eyes as tender as spring water.
"Yuan Qing, I've met Taoist friend." The young man said in awe. It was Yuan Qing who came as promised, but he was alone, and there was no little beast around.
After sitting down after the ceremony, the woman smiled slightly and said: "Luochen is very happy that the young master has come from afar. However, this place is poor and there is no way to entertain him. He can only brew his own flower dew. I hope the young master will not dislike it."
As he spoke, he raised his hand lightly, and the blue light flashed slightly on the table, revealing a green-glazed jade bottle with a thin neck and two small green jade cups.
The jade vase is slightly tilted in the air, and the flower dew condenses like a column and falls into the small cup. But its color is blue, crystal clear like amber; its fragrance is rich, as warm as flowers, and as quiet as rouge.
In the mouth, it is slightly astringent, light and tasteless at first, and then becomes sweet; the sweetness gradually becomes heavier, just like the blooming of a flower; when it reaches its strongest point, the flower dew evaporates and suddenly turns into gas, and the thick and greasy sweetness also turns into an elegant fragrance. , wandering through the heavens, with only a hint of sweetness remaining in my mouth.
Putting down the jade cup, the young man sincerely praised: "Elegant and mellow, with a long aftertaste, my fellow Taoist is worthy of the name of the Flower Fairy. Does this dew have a name?"
The woman smiled and said softly: "Show your name and show your love, as long as the young master likes it."
While she was talking, she poured another cup and asked, "I haven't asked you yet, why are you here? If you say you are here to enjoy the flowers, I won't believe you."
Yuan Qing raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked, "Oh? How do you say this?"
The woman shook her head and said with a smile: "Young Master Guan has a sharp and sharp energy. He must be a person who enjoys grudges and grudges. How could he make a special trip to appreciate flowers?"
Yuan Qing smiled bitterly and replied: "To be honest, I am a passerby. I came here by chance. Speaking of it, Yuan is the one who caused the disturbance."
"Young Master, you are serious. But if it is a coincidence, then why did you go to the appointment?" The woman stared at Yuan Qing and continued to ask, her charming eyes curved like a crescent moon, with a playful expression.
The young man paused after hearing this, then smiled casually and said: "Because I want to."
"That's a good idea, sir, I'm very happy." The woman chuckled, then picked up the jade cup and invited her: "I heard that when a knight meets a close friend, he will raise a glass and drink. There is no wine tonight, so Luo Chen will drink it with flower dew." , a toast to the young master.”
The jade lamps clashed and the jingling bells sounded. The young man picked up the flower dew and drank it all in one gulp. Even though there was wine in my sleeve, I still felt that drinking this flower dew was the most refreshing thing under the bright moon at that time.
There was silence for a long time, the two looked at each other speechlessly, but then they looked at each other and smiled.
After a while, the woman stood up and came to the railing, sighing quietly: "Practice in silence is hard, and it is difficult to meet people who share the same path. Sir, would you like to listen to Luo Chen talk about the past events in Luohua?"
"I would like to hear the details." The young man sat upright in his clothes and said in a deep voice.
The woman looked back and smiled charmingly.
...
Three hundred years ago.
In a sea of hundreds of acres of flowers, a Luo flower sucked in the last trace of the moonlight spirit, and Lingzhi was born.
When spiritual wisdom is first awakened, it is like a newborn child who is full of curiosity about everything around him, but does not know why, so he keeps observing the surroundings. However, in his eyes, everything has no shape, leaving only masses of light and shadow.
However, the spirit body is fragile, and soon it will exhaust its spiritual energy and fall into a deep sleep.
A few days later, the flower spirit woke up, but did not dare to waste any more spiritual energy. It only focused on absorbing the moonlight spirit essence, and then fell asleep again.
It was like this for more than a hundred years, and suddenly one day, at night when the Luohua flowers were in full bloom, a figure descended from the sky, looked at the flowers leisurely, and then stopped next to the flower spirit.
The clear moonlight illuminated his face, but he was a man in his thirties, with sharp eyebrows and thin lips, and eyes like hidden stars.
The man stared at Hua Ling with a playful expression. After a while, a little white light popped up and sank into his body.
The flower spirit was ignorant and didn't know why, but it followed its instinct, allowed the white light to guide it, and began to breathe in and practice.
Tens of years passed by, and one day, it was like waking up from a big dream, and everything became clear.
Then he saw the sky, the clouds, the mountains and rocks, the flowers and trees, and not far away, a man in a black and white mysterious robe.
"Hey, little guy, you're so enlightened." The man said with a warm smile.
As the words fell to the ground, the flowers and leaves swayed slightly, and a ball of light blue smoke rose up, surging and gathering, turning into a blurry figure, vaguely like a beautiful woman.
"Not bad, not bad. It can also transform out of the body. It's really a good qualification." The man continued.
Hua Ling didn't understand his words, but he knew that in front of him was the person who helped him practice. His gratitude started in his heart and stopped in his actions. However, he didn't know how to express it, so he could only approach him instinctively.
The man smiled slightly when he saw this, then flicked out a little ink light with his finger and shot it towards the center of his eyebrows.
The mysterious light entered the brain, and Hua Ling immediately stood on the spot, ripples rippling around her body, and her breath fluctuated.
However, not long after, everything calmed down again, and the figure was still illusory, except for the eyes, which were solid and a ray of bright light flashed through.
"My benefactor's kindness in enlightening the spirit will be unforgettable forever. Please give me your name." Hua Ling Yingying prostrated and spoke with her spiritual thoughts.
The man put his hands behind his back and accepted the gift calmly. After thinking about it for a while, he replied: "As a Luo flower, my spirit is enlightened in the morning. Let me call you Luo Chen."
The flower spirit bowed again and said respectfully: "Thank you, Lord, for the name."
The man smiled and nodded, then his sleeves flew up and he left through the air.
The flower spirit lost color and hurriedly stood up, but the man was no longer visible. There was only an echo between heaven and earth: "Little flower spirit, you are practicing well. We will see you again one day..."
For the next hundred years, Hua Ling has always remembered the man's words and practiced hard. To this day, she will finally complete her merits and step into the golden elixir avenue.
During this period, he also appeared and saved a group of lost mortals. Unexpectedly, one of them was so greedy for her beauty that he made false promises about marriage and even threatened the lives of others.
After this incident, the flower spirit never appeared again. Even though the fairy's fame spread far and wide and the flower festival was grand, it just stayed hidden aside, watching joy, love, sorrow, and listening to the songs of joy and separation.
...
The woman talked about the past, the mountain breeze blew gently; the boy put down a cup, and the wine jug on the table was empty again.
"Fellow Taoist Dancheng, are you going to find the man in black robe?" Yuan Qing stood up, walked slowly to the railing, and asked.
The woman shook her head and replied: "If the elixir is obtained, Luo Chen wants to go into this rolling world and experience the so-called love and hatred."
"Love..." the young man whispered, a little sadness unconsciously showing on his brows.
Seeing this, the woman laughed and said: "It seems that the young master is also a person with stories."
"The past is like the wind, so don't mention it." Yuan Qing waved his sleeves lightly and laughed at himself, then changed the topic and asked: "There is one thing that Yuan is not clear about. Please ask fellow Taoist to clarify."
The woman smiled slightly and replied: "Master, please speak."
"You and I have just met each other for the first time. How can fellow Taoist believe that Yuan is that fellow Taoist?" the young man asked.
The woman raised her eyebrows and feigned anger: "Why, Master, do you think Luo Chen is not worthy of being called a fellow disciple?"
"Fellow Taoist, I have misunderstood. I never meant this." Yuan Qing hurriedly smiled and said, "Although we have met for the first time, it is okay to call him a confidant. I am just curious."
As if the wind chimes were singing, looking at the young man's sincere face, the woman chuckled and said: "When my benefactor left, he left a restriction in the valley. Unless I take the initiative to show up, no one with a pure mind can see me. As for this fellow Taoist. As soon as Luo Chen heard something in the book, it was said that we hate meeting each other late, and we feel like old friends as soon as we see each other. This is what happened to you and me."
The young man smiled slightly, nodded, and then sighed: "There are still such restrictions, my benefactor, fellow Taoist, is really very clever!"
The woman smiled and replied: "There is no need to talk about my benefactor's methods of cultivation, but you, sir, it's still early in the night, so why don't you tell Luo Chen about your past."
Yuan Qing paused when he heard the words, remained silent for a long time, and sighed softly.
He turned over his palm and took out a green-skinned gourd, using the smell of wine and the moonlight to slowly tell the story of the past...
At the same time, a few miles away, at the mountain col.
A crystal bead hung in the air, the size of a millstone, shining with a faint black and white light.
Within the crystal bead, little beasts were running and escaping, summoning unicorn shadows, or releasing spiritual flames, using all their magical powers and tricks.
Beside the crystal bead, not far away, the man said with a smile: "Little guy, just stay here tonight."
...
Before I knew it, the sky was bright.
There are no more flower spirits in the valley, only a young man, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, with a complex expression: a sense of loneliness, a sense of recollection, and a sense of calm relief.
He calmed down and turned around to leave. Suddenly, a golden blade struck him head-on.
The young man frowned slightly, waved a sword energy with his backhand to offset it, and then shouted to someone in front of him in a low voice: "What are you doing again!"
The white light flashed slightly, and the little beast appeared, with its fangs slightly exposed and a fierce expression. It said angrily through the voice: "Yuan Qing, have you come to see that flower spirit?"
Yuan Qing waved his sleeves, put his hands behind his back and replied: "Who did Yuan meet and what he did, it has nothing to do with you."
Hearing this, the little beast became even more angry. With a cold snort, he ducked over the sea of flowers and said boldly: "Okay, I will burn all these flowers. Let's see what you can do!"
After saying this, the golden light rises and the unicorn appears. The Qilin Lion's mouth opened wide, and golden flames condensed around it, creating a huge momentum.
The young man also ducked in front of the sea of flowers, held the sword in his hand, and soared into the sky with pure sword intent. His whole body was covered with silver light, and his clothes were windless.
At this moment, a male voice suddenly sounded in the little beast's ears: "Little guy, if you keep acting up, I will lock you up again."
The little beast was suddenly startled, and looked around hurriedly, but there was no sign of him. After thinking about it again and again, he still closed his magical power, let out a fierce cry, and then flew away in the clouds of smoke.
Yuan Qing saw that his behavior was strange, but he didn't think much about it. He turned around and cupped his fists at the sea of flowers to express his apology, then put away the Water-Breaking Sword, released the Yun Yi Pearl, and left quickly as well.
Not long after the two left, the mountain breeze blew by, like wind chimes singing, and like a woman smiling and whispering...
...
Above Qingming, there is the end of the sky.
The two figures were separated by a hundred feet and stood facing each other.
One is wearing a black and white mysterious robe, he is in his thirties, he has sword-shaped eyebrows and thin lips, and his eyes are like hidden stars; the other is wearing a green shirt, his body is like a sword, his face is like an iceberg, his eyes are like water, but he is a cold-faced young man.
After a moment of confrontation, the man in black robes took the lead and said, "Hey, isn't this Liu Bai, the swordsman of Jueyou? Why didn't he go to Shangqing to realize his sword and come to this small town in the north?"
The young man in green shirt ignored the implication and simply said: "Zhu Mo, I advise you not to hit that young man."
"Don't worry, don't worry," the man in the black robe waved his hand and replied, "I just saw that this kid was a little interesting, just for fun."
"That's good." The young man in green shirt replied calmly, then raised his hand to make a gesture, but saw that the void was like brocade silk, and a dark gap opened in the ripples!
The young man's expression remained normal as he took one step forward; the cracks slowly healed and closed as before.
The man in the black robe watched this scene quietly, and finally said to himself: "I haven't seen this old guy improve his swordsmanship for a hundred years! Humph, the people in the Shangqing are all crazy!"
After saying that, black and white mysterious light arose, condensed and turned into a fish, then disappeared together with the man as he spun around.
