As summer deepens, the rising sun dries up the raindrops left on the lotus leaves last night. The breeze blows, and the lotus leaves drive the lotus flowers to dance in clusters.
In the few days since the Dragon Boat Festival, Qingya has never seen Qingluo again, and his journey of experience is about to start.
The nine heavens closed the palace, and all the nations wore their hats and bowed their heads.
Under the western sky, lies the most dazzling city in the world today - Chang'an.
There, ordinary humans, immortal monks, Buddhist monks and even thousands of monsters and ghosts live next to each other, adding layers of legend to the city.
Go north from Qiantang to Jinling, turn northwest to Bianzhou, go west along the Yellow River to Luoyang, and finally continue west to Chang'an. From south to north, from east to west, speaking of it, this is the first time for the two of them to travel far away.
After walking out of the gate of Huaying Building, the two looked back at everyone's faces again. After this farewell, the road to immortality is long. Looking back at the world again, I don’t know what year and month it is. A hundred years later, will I still remember their faces?
The long river water at the ferry carries away spring flowers and autumn moons, and also carries pedestrians coming and going into the distance. There, a beautiful girl is holding a white horse, standing on tiptoes from time to time, looking at the distance of the road.
Seeing two figures walking slowly in the distance, a man and a woman, she got on her horse, and the horse trotted towards the two people with brisk footsteps.
"Sister Qing'er, and the one leading the horse."
A long way away, Xia Ci had already waved the riding crop in her hand and called to the two people in the distance. But who is this "horse leader"?
Oh, it turns out to be me. Ever since I helped her hold a horse for the first time when they met, I have become her groom. I am truly worthy of the thought of a young lady.
Sure enough, she trotted over on a white horse. When she came to the two of them, she jumped down like a light swallow. Then she handed the reins to Qingya, and then held hands with Hua Qing'er. Pasted together.
"Sister Qing'er, where are you going?"
"Sister Qing'er, when will you come back?"
"Sister Qing'er, please come to my house as a guest next time you come back."
The little girl was like a chirping little sparrow who always had endless things to say, while Qingya was leading the white horse behind the two of them. Fortunately, the white horse was very kind to him and kept rubbing its head against Qingya's cheek.
No matter how long the journey is, it will always come to an end. This section of the road, which is neither short nor long, has also come to an end. On the river in the distance, the masts of the ships gradually rise, and the moment of departure will always come.
Xia Ci stopped, lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "I know that you two are the legendary monks of the Immortal Family. You come and go without a trace. You will definitely not stay in this small Qiantang City forever. From now on, I will also look for the way to seek immortality. When the time comes, I can fight side by side with my sister.
In the past, Qinglian Sword Immortal once said, "The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the blue sky." However, the road to immortality is even more difficult than the road to Shu. Three years ago, thousands of people set foot on the Tianyun Mountain Road with him, but now only a hundred people continue to practice.
In the future, among them, including myself and Sister Qing'er, they may die while seeking opportunities, or they may end up running out of life like ordinary people because of stagnant cultivation. , is there an end to the vast fairy road?
However, I definitely would not undermine Xia Ci's belief because of this, and the same would be true for Hua Qing'er.
"Xiao Ci, have you seen that mountain?"
Looking along Hua Qing'er's direction, it was a mountain that had stood under the sky forever. Xia Ci had doubted since she was a child whether this mountain was connected to the sky.
"Ten years from now, in Tianyun Mountain and Tianxuan Peak, I'm waiting for Xiaoci to become my junior sister."
The ship docked briefly and then set sail again. The girl at the ferry held the white horse, looked at the ship going further away, and gently stroked the horse's mane.
No one knows whether this farewell will be the last time. If Xia Ci was to die from heaven ten years later, but she died in a foreign country... Well, I don't know if what I said to her today is right or wrong.
Hua Qing'er did not continue to think about it, and only sighed slightly.
On the other side, Qingya's interest didn't seem that high, because Qing Luo didn't show up until the end.
That woman who is as mysterious as the night, that woman who is as beautiful as the flower on the other side of the world, that woman who is as dangerous as the water of the Forgotten River.
I would always think of her inadvertently and want to get closer to her, but it was definitely not love.
The more charming and dangerous the feeling, the throbbing that seems to make you addicted. You can't help but want to get closer, and get closer.
But if you ask yourself whether you have feelings for someone, how can a seventeen-year-old boy's mind be as dull as water? Then she is by your side. As long as you stretch out your hand, you can touch her skin. She is the first thing in the boy's heart. Then A violent heartbeat.
But is that all? The young man asked himself again, and the answer he got made him ashamed.
She is like a distant galaxy in the sky, but no star is more dazzling than her, even though she has blocked her own light.
The romance, flowers, snow and moon in the world also pale in front of her. Qingya hopes that the days spent together day and night on Yaoguang Peak can last a little longer.
But she was her protector and her master, and her elders and younger ones were in order. Qingya's unexplainable and complex emotions in her heart made Qingya feel even more ashamed.
Any more? Qingya no longer dared to ask any more questions.
It is said that cultivation also cultivates the mind, and the journey of cultivation is indeed long and difficult.
Hua Qing'er turned around, only to see Qing Ya twisting and turning on the spot with a strange look on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking. Fortunately, this was the stern of the ship, and not many people saw and noticed him.
"Hey, what are you thinking about? Why do you twist yourself like a twist? When did Master Liu teach you the art of contortion?"
Being hit by the girl in his heart, Qingya felt that his cheeks seemed to be getting hot, and he quickly raised his head, hoping that the wind on the river could blow away some of the heat on his face.
"Why is your face so red? Are you thinking..." Hua Qing'er deliberately prolonged her voice with a sly smile on her face.
Just as Qing Ya was about to deny it, Hua Qing'er happened to interrupt him; "No, Xia Ci is still so young and a weak woman with no strength. How can you have any thoughts about her?"
"No, what I just thought was not Xia Ci." At this moment, Qingya immediately denied it.
"Oh? It's not Xiaoci. Who could it be? It couldn't be..." She was trying to trick herself again.
After all, the young boy blushed and ran away. The "It's you" came to his lips but he didn't say it in the end.
Forget it, there will always be a chance to tell her in the future. In a few years, when the two of them have grown up, they can tell her.
