There is no sadness because of separation, no joy because of new acquaintances.
Li Kuanchen felt sad when he saw Liu Ruoxi losing his composure. He told Feilan to accompany the guests and left quietly with Zhemei.
Yu Lu and others retreated outside the building to wait, hearing whispers and sighs in their ears. Sadness is contagious very quickly, and the depressing mood always makes people living in a foreign country feel sad.
The twilight is closing, the lanterns are starting to come on, the music and singing have not stopped, and the dancing has not stopped. Palace lanterns hang high in the corridors, and colorful lanterns are like rain inside and outside the lake. They are all like lightships and lighthouses.
The city is full of fiery trees and silver flowers that always illuminate the dim color. Every lantern is filled with a lonely soul. Every lantern has never been lit for anyone. The sadness scattered in the morning and evening belongs to everyone here who lives and dreams. .
Like duckweed in the water, like willow catkins in the wind, the loneliness hurts my heart. I want to blend into the darkness and distance myself from all the love and hatred. However, I don't know that the candlelight shines on my face, and tears quietly wet my eyes.
The stars were sparse, everyone was immersed in a sentimental atmosphere recalling the past, and the sky was covered by the shadow of sadness.
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Yan Ci Shiran walked out. There was no sorrow of eternal separation in his expression, no helplessness of things going against his wishes, but a sense of relief.
His frowning eyebrows have relaxed, and he is filled with joy, just like a mountain torrent that bursts out of a dam and rushes outward.
This guy is gloomy when he's sad, and he's overjoyed when he's happy. He doesn't follow the rules or the rhythm. He's completely unique in his own way.
Du Ruozhou sighed: "My ambition is broken but my body is not broken. Such a temperament is not suitable for practice."
Yan Ci said casually: "Cultivation of the heart but not the mouth, how can one attain the Tao with such virtue?"
The two living treasures seemed to be in a happy mood, but they were full of sarcastic and sarcastic words, which really made people speechless.
Due to the presence of Feilan, the others couldn't ask more questions, but seeing Yan Ci's witty conversation and laughter, perhaps Han Bing's matter had another turn, and they all put away their sad faces.
The guests were very entertained, and Fei Lan smiled and invited them to visit the lantern market.
At this time, Jintianhuadi in Xilinfang is far away from the burning lanterns.
People watching the lanterns crowded around each other, stopping to admire and appreciate the lanterns, and never tired of it.
Yan Ci once visited the Lantern Market when he was young. Yingge City was bustling with people, all businesses were prospering, and the common people had a lot of money. Therefore, every Lantern Festival they would light lanterns to worship the gods, from dusk to dawn, all night long. But in terms of the variety of lantern styles, the beauty of the shapes, and the fine workmanship, they are incomparable to this place.
The crowd was like a tidal wave, and Yan Ci was separated from his companions after just a few moments of getting out of the way. He searched for a crack and found his way into a secluded path on the shore of the lake.
In a short pavilion beside the road, Li Chonglou and Pan Yinjian hid under the shadow of the lamp and made love to each other. Yan Ci planned to scare them with a strange scream, but also thought about what they were pretending to be and what they were doing.
Taking a few steps closer through the shadows of flowers and trees, all I could hear were shameful and obscene words.
Li Chonglou seems to be a sanctimonious guy, but who knows that he is full of love words?
In the beautiful scenery, there are no taboos between a lonely man and a widowed woman, so why bother to prevent the walls from having ears? He took Pan Yinjian into his arms and rubbed it randomly, his romantic mood was like thunder from the sky stirring up the fire on the earth, and it was out of control.
Pan Yinjian was about to refuse but still welcomed her, her tender cries continued intermittently, but she still had time to murmur: "Be at ease, if I let my family know about it, I will definitely lose three of your legs."
Yan Ci was so ashamed that he almost ran away, three legs! It's a shame she could figure it out.
A light cough not far away startled a group of mandarin ducks. Among the flowers and trees, several pairs of hungry men and women hugging each other and kissing each other fled in panic.
Someone stopped outside the pavilion, looking at the lights all over the city and pointing. Pan Yinjian hurriedly adjusted his clothes, tilted his head and blinked, and disappeared among the Yiyi flowers like a poor ape in the forest.
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If Xilinfang is like Qiongyao's fairyland, then Hehe Palace is like Shenxiao Jiangque.
The Hegong Palace is the residence of Pan Shenglin, located in the center of Xilinfang. Its structure is majestic and majestic. Five-color lanterns are hung under the eaves and roofs, reflecting the Orchid Palace on the top of the double-eaves Wudian Palace.
The interior decoration of the palace abandons the delicate and extravagant style of Shangbin Garden and focuses more on novelty and elegance. The leisurely and leisurely charm is refreshing.
The Purple Pavilion is simple and quiet, with several tables and chair frames showing ancient and timeless textures. The potted plants, precious lanterns, strange stones and toys are ancient and unconventional, and have a wonderful sense of nature and inaction.
There is a bottle on the table. There is no wine in the bottle but the aroma of wine remains. The long and fragrant wine smell soaks into every pore.
Li Juanchen was dressed in a light robe, with a fragrant jade body. He held a plain hand-held pot, and the wine gushed out like a spring of silver syrup. He filled the bottle again.
With a beautiful woman beside him, Pan Shenglin tapped his knuckles on the table, and the wine in the bottle rippled, just like his state of mind was hard to calm down.
After pondering for a moment, Pan Shenglin said slowly: "Why did you look forward to the message and said that after searching through the files, no one with similar appearance and cultivation was found."
Li Juanchen nodded and said, "Even the Huaqing Sect has found no such person. He must be an ascetic monk who has lived in the mountains and forests."
"Although there are people who are indifferent to fame and fortune, from ancient times to the present, no one can withstand the loneliness of sitting for a hundred years." Pan Shenglin shook his head and said, "A sloppy Taoist who has never given up his desire to be strong, and who is also a drinker and a glutton is definitely not a way to escape. A wise man outside. The flute player has hidden cultivation, but his spiritual pressure is as vast as the ocean. He is most likely a monk in the Kongming period with profound spiritual knowledge..."
Li Juanchen looked shocked and said: "Kong Ming Cultivator can be called the supreme in the world, how come he doesn't even know about the Huaqing Sect?"
"The trend of self-cultivation can be traced back to more than ten thousand years ago. There are many capable people and strangers. The Huaqing Sect is absolutely unknown." Pan Shenglin said, "I am worried that this person appears here and now with ulterior motives."
Li Juanchen stared at him and said, "Ancestral Dragon ordered the monks from all over the world to slay demons. Is this the reason for this?"
Pan Shenglin said: "The Taoist practice in the empty and dark stage is unknown. He must not be burdened by worldly things. He is definitely a person who only seeks to ascend the Tao. My beloved concubine said that in the future, people will see it as foolish and unreachable. This thought is very dangerous."
Li Juanchen was silent. The sacred road to immortality was destined to be lonely. Spending time in exchange for more years to spend is exactly the true meaning of spiritual practice!
Unfortunately, all kinds of people and things in the world form fetters on the road, making the noble pursuit gradually become blurred.
The elusiveness of immortality has caused many people to forget the original intention of cultivation and become more enthusiastic about the joy and happiness derived from fame, power, strength, and wealth, and eventually become ambitious losers one by one.
Li Juanchen was a little confused and tired. In a daze, he heard Pan Shenglin ask: "What does Liu Ruoxi think of this matter?" She composed herself and replied in a strange tone: "Master Liu doesn't know or care about that person's origin."
Pan Shenglin frowned and said, "Oh, how can I say this?"
Li Juanchen said: "She said, 'If someone comes to cause trouble for no reason, they will undoubtedly let Xi Yao sit in the position of a fisherman and watch the snipe and clams fight.' She also said, 'Under an overturned nest and a leaky boat, the only way to help is in the same boat. You can turn bad luck into good luck'."
Pan Shenglin showed his face and said: "This is a very good statement. The reason why the visitor left indifferently must be because he has understood this truth. It's a pity that this king is not thoughtful." Before Li Kuanchen could say anything, he added: "Liu Ruoxi stood by and watched, but he made a clear statement. Xuanji is worthy of being the think tank of Tongchenyuan.”
Li Kuanchen said: "Master Liu Feng has a beautiful brocade in his chest, and every word he talks about is precious. If you can pull it together properly, it will be a good thing."
Pan Shenglin said decisively: "More kindness and more resentment, less kindness and less resentment, this woman is not suitable for deep friendship!"
Li Juanchen said in surprise: "Does the prince have some intention?"
Pan Shenglin thought about it for a while and told a secret story.
Tongchenyuan is hidden in the depths of the dry mist forest. It was already extremely mysterious at the beginning of the founding of the sect. At that time, Luo Wangshu was a rudimentary Taoist and became a companion of a lay boy, practicing day and night.
Luojia Mountain is a famous mountain and great river, but unfortunately the spiritual energy is weak and it is humid and rainy all year round, making it difficult for Qingling insects to breed. Moreover, the mist-covered beasts in the forest often formed groups to disturb travelers, so the various sects simply abandoned them and allowed Luo Wangshu to do whatever he wanted.
Many years later, Luo Wangshu began to practice Taoism and often traveled around to find immortals and friends. The ordinary boy also matured day by day, transforming into a smart and courageous man in the world. He recruited a lot of people, and Tongchenyuan's talent began to show.
Huaqing and Jialan have been inherited for more than a thousand years, and all Taoist sects in the world have surrendered. The secret of their leadership is to suppress potential threats without sparing any effort.
The two factions secretly joined forces to suppress Tongchenyuan, but unfortunately the timing was not good. Someone suddenly broke the news that in the battle between good and evil in Dahuang Ruins, a Buddhist cultivator from the immortal world was involved, and it even directly triggered the confrontation. He was pregnant with white blood. The holy medicine that ascends to the sky and the great secret that makes all worlds proud. After the war, Buddha was seriously injured and was waiting to die. Because he was unable to return to the fairy world, he hid in a secret place to recover from his injuries.
The monks all over the world started to take action after hearing the news, and vigorously explored the whereabouts of Buddhism. Huaqingmen and Jialan Temple were scrambling to be the first, and they no longer had time to take care of Tongchenyuan.
This matter lasted for many years and ended without any results. Luo Wangshu lived in another world and returned to the mountain gate for retreat after experiencing many adventures. The leaders of Huaqing and Jialan suddenly woke up and immediately suppressed them.
At the time when the rise and fall of Tongchenyuan was linked to each other, Cheyu Island, which was irresistible to each other, defended it many times and tried its best to deal with the two great gates. During this period, I heard that the lay boy was busy trying to reach the realm and accidentally became possessed and died.
It was only when Luo Wangshu broke through and became a cultivator of the Kongming Stage that the mysterious veil of Tongchen Garden was completely unveiled.
In fact, the spiritual energy on Luojia Mountain is more dense than anywhere else, and can even make up for the disappearance of the Qingling Insect. Luo Wangshu planned to occupy a position. He had deployed a spirit arresting formation to block the Lingshan Mountain a hundred years ago to prevent the spiritual energy from leaking out. This move was completely hidden from the eyes and ears of the world.
After that, Luo Wangshu called out, and the digital infant friends came to join hands to eliminate the disaster invisible.
Huaqing and Jialan tried to make up for their losses, but it was too late. They had to stop their activities and rectify the name of Tongchenyuan, listing them as one of the four sects in the world.
Today, Tongchenyuan is full of talents and has full wings, which can break the balance of Taoism and influence the situation of the world.
Pan Shenglin told this secret for no reason, which made Li Juanchen feel uneasy. In this extraordinary period, any slight change is expected to disrupt today's situation and trigger a series of uncontrollable changes.
Pan Shenglin said: "There is an unwritten rule in the world of cultivation: once a monk of the Kongming period appears in a Taoist sect, the land can be enclosed for cultivation, and other sects are not allowed to make trouble for no reason. This move is claimed to be beneficial to strengthening the strength of one world and preventing the intrusion of other worlds, but after all, It sounds nice, because after all, beings who tend to be in the half-step immortal realm should not be provoked. For example, Xiao Zhuyuan, a monk in the Kongming period of the Mahayana Mansion, although his realm is high, is not good at actual combat. He was suppressed and bullied in the early days until he formed the Panyuan Alliance. Later, the situation improved slightly.”
Li Juanchen was no stranger to this matter. Xilinfang had played a great role in suppressing the rise of Mahayana House.
Pan Shenglin continued: "Luo Wangshu and Xiao Zhuyuan were harmed by it and understood the reason. They finally concluded an alliance more than a year ago and vowed to share weal and woe. The news spread all over the world, and all the sects condemned it, saying that they should ignore the external troubles and disturbances. This move is not conducive to the unity of the Taoist sect. In addition, it is rumored that the culprits of the disappearance of Qingming's disciples are Huaqing and Jialan sect members. Old hatreds have not been resolved but new ones have been added, which is enough to make Luo Wangshu feel suffocated."
Pan Shenglin spoke eloquently, just like a king sitting in the world giving guidance.
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