Wuyingshan is a mountain in the middle of Longshan Mountain in the back of Jincheng, just behind Jincheng. From a distance, it looks like a green pagoda floating in a bustling city because of the fog that hangs over the mountainside all the year round. So people call it "fairy mountain".
Xu Sheng lives in the southern foot of Wuying Mountain. Here springs gush out and streams converge; The fields are covered with terraces and lush vegetation.
To say that Xu Sheng's family was also a noble family in Beijing in his early years, it is not an exaggeration for his great-grandfather to be a doctor, but Wuzi was implicated when he took office and was exiled to Jinzhou. Since then, I have lived in seclusion in Wuyingshan, leaving behind family precepts. Xu Jian 'an is not allowed to be an official, and women are not allowed to marry royalty.
It's Xu Sheng's turn. My great-grandfather has passed away, leaving a little legacy and medical skills passed down from generation to generation. The family lives frugally and happily.
Xu Sheng has lived between these trees and green water since he was a child, and his temper is very clear. It is natural, like dewdrops condensed in Chen Chong, like buds sprouting in spring, like the fragrance of the rhythm of the wind. It is full of the aura of the world and nourished by the essence of heaven and earth.
Although he is a medical family, Xu Sheng has no medical talent since he was a child. He is obsessed with painting and doesn't like painting living things. He only likes painting flowers, plants, bamboo and wood.
At the age of fifteen, when the heat was pressing, Xu Sheng made a cold orchid in the bamboo fence in the front yard and sat still for three hours, sweating all over his back.
Xia Lan is clear, with green leaves and purple stems. The leaves of this cold orchid are dark green, shiny and infiltrated. There are eight or nine soft yellow orchids per arrow, and the flower tips are light green, like Emei, a charming and enchanting woman. The fragrance curled up on the paper, just like meeting a clear spring when it was hot; The flower arrow stands upright, just like a breeze that will go with the wind. It's not that orchids were painted from the yard, but that the orchids in the original painting moved to the garden.
Xu Sheng fell into a daze after painting, smiling or frowning or opening his mouth at Lenglan's figure.
Xu Sheng's parents know that he is a little different from this world because there is no shortage of his business at home. Trying to draw is also an elegant skill. The Xu family is so thin that he is the only one in Xu Sheng's generation. Naturally, he was taken care of carefully and didn't think much.
two
In the mountains, the days passed quickly, and it was cool in autumn. Xia Lan in the garden is getting tired, but Xia Lan in the painting is getting brighter and more vivid.
That evening, Xu went into another room to rest as usual after dinner. The autumn rain in the mountains takes a long time and the sky is gloomy, but it will get dark at night. I can only hear the dripping sound of water dripping on the stone surface under the dripping eaves outside the house, like a happy little girl playing.
Xu Cheng half lying on the bed, staring at LengLan figure, mumbled something. A gust of wind came and I got up in a hurry. He rushed into the room through the gap and held up the cold orchid map. Xu Sheng jumped up quickly and stepped on the ground barefoot to pounce on the figure.
Crackle, the color of orchids gradually faded, Xu Sheng hand scratching in the air, to no avail. Just as he was sitting on the ground ... "Xu Lang ~", a gentle call came from behind him.
Xu Sheng suspected that it was an illusion, but he saw a woman walking slowly beside him.
This woman has long warm yellow hair with bright green beads and a loose bun. The thin down jacket gently covers the skin, and the exquisite body lines are faintly visible. It is impossible to tell whether white clothes are clothes or skin. Soft shoes with dark green soles are not lined with any foot marks, but like a pair of soft boneless feet, they are employed step by step, empty and vain, and they are on cloud nine.
When Xu Sheng first met this woman, he felt familiar for a long time. I couldn't help reaching out and touching her crystal cheeks, white neck and silk scarf as thin as cicada's wings.
"Fairy, have I seen you before?"
The woman's eyes wandered, but she didn't answer the rhetorical question: "Yanhe, the goddess of the South China Sea, have you forgotten?"
Xu Shengduan looked at the woman in front of him, his mind was a little blank, and suddenly he was a little awake: "Lan E Fairy? Is your name Lan E? Who is Yanhe? Is the fairy wrong? I am Xu Sheng. "
The woman stopped talking and took Xu Sheng's hand in one hand: "Come with me."
Xu Sheng couldn't say why, but felt that the heat in the meridians was surging all over the body, from the soles of the feet to his heart. He wants to go with her. He can go anywhere.
The moonlight is clear and the day is warm and yellow. Xu Sheng was unconsciously taken to the top of a mountain, which suddenly penetrated and orchids were everywhere. As if the season is wrong, and as if there is no season here, orchids are scattered all over the place and bloom vigorously. When Xu Sheng saw this beautiful place, his mind was in chaos, and some fragmentary memories flashed in his mind like lightning.
At that time, he seemed to be a general, wearing heavy armor, and Nanhai Jinshan was defeated. Although the enemy's attack was defeated by his tenacious resistance, almost all the troops were wiped out, but there were few Yan Jiajun left.
Yanhe stumbled to Fairy Mountain, and from a distance, across Fairy Mountain and the South China Sea, it was the Imperial City Xiangfu. He remembers that before he left, he promised the people in the temple "not to seek the golden jade in front of the temple, but to seek peace on earth."
Now he defends the world of the former son of heaven, but he is afraid that it will be difficult to turn back. With his last strength, he broke the arrow feather on his body, and blood was oozing from the blood hole, warm and deep red. Orchids are red everywhere. His eyes gradually faded, only remembering to take out the enemy's Yugoslav capital map and give it to the last surviving soldier, saying, "Come back quickly and prevent the enemy from fighting back!" " "
three
Yanhe woke up with blurred eyes. He knows a woman who treats him every day, gives him medicine, scrubs him and keeps him warm. A woman's body is haunted by a faint fragrance of spearmint, and her fingertips are soft but cool. When she touches her skin, there is always a pure breath roaming the whole body, and her body is much refreshed.
What does a woman look like?
Xu Sheng put his hands around his temples and tried to remember, as if the closer he was to a woman, the more painful and difficult it was to remember.
It was a few months after the injury, and I saw her dressing up in front of the glass mirror for the first time. Her long hair, as warm as spring, slipped between her snow-white fingers, coiled into a bun, and the green hairpin was loosely raised. Then she inserted a golden step and swayed between her temples, with no eyebrows, white skin like fat and no powder, red lips like a sip, and red cheeks like Guo Dan. She wore a long white brocade dress embroidered with pale yellow orchids and tied her fragile waist with a white brocade belt. Although concise, it looks fresh and elegant, wandering in front of the mirror, and all kinds of customs come into being.
Although Yanhe is a military commander, he is also familiar with poetry and fu. At the moment, he only sees the back of a woman, but he doesn't know what poem can be used to describe it.
The woman gently turned around and saw him in a daze. Her mouth seemed to be smiling with a crescent moon, and her eyes were full of waves. She sat down slowly on the edge of his collapse: "Fairy Mountain, South Lake, Nongxian, please give me more advice."
"The next stone. Please give me more advice. "
Rock-and-roll cooperation is bound to rise, but it happens to meet Lan E who gives a helping hand. The two sides look at each other and the breath returns. Her beautiful lips are the color of roses, and she sends him a fragrant invitation.
He stretched out his hand to comb her hair, and his movements seemed slow and endless.
He slowly slid over her earlobe and neck ... her collarbone extended down from her neck like a tail fish ... and his fingertips drew a beautiful arc along her collarbone. He slowly put his hand in, and his smooth, full and elastic skin made him breathe unevenly.
Lan E's face turned crimson. She closed her eyes and her eyelids fluttered on her face. He kissed her.
The two men rolled together panting. ...
"Ryan ..."
"Rock together ..."
When she woke up the next day, Lan E got up early. Yanhe saw yellow water stains on the white bed, like blooming orchids.
Xu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, as if he were pouring water for the dreamer. He looked at the woman in front of him and gradually overlapped with Lan E in his memory.
The weak boy clung to the woman in front of him with strength that he had never had in his life.
"LanEr, I'm sorry, I forgot about you. I forgot that you were whipped for a long time by the god who worshipped you. I forgot that when I was defeated, God sometimes voluntarily turned into a bluegrass, just to continue my reincarnation. "
"Rock, you have turned to III. For the first time, for the sake of the farmer's daughter, you suffered human sorrow and were finally detained at the bottom of the well to death. The second was the son of a merchant, but he was killed by a traitor and became a eunuch in the palace. Although you are the son of a good family and have a carefree life, you are destined to be a precocious demon. Yanhe, the gods punished me. Seeing you suffer for the third time, I couldn't save you. You can't meet again after the third time, otherwise you will suffer in vain for the third time, and you can't turn to human beings in the afterlife. "
Xu Sheng felt that the people in her arms were getting more and more empty, and gradually turned into orchids, flying in the air and gradually dispersed.
Xu Sheng woke up in a cold sweat, only to find himself lying in bed with his parents sitting around anxiously.
"You have a baby for three days. You can wake up. "
Xu Sheng looked at this sad-faced woman and knew that she was the mother of the world. She came to her senses and asked, "What about the orchids in the yard?"
"Well, your father knows this is your lifeblood, so he looks after it carefully and covers it with a white gauze shed. The flowers are still there. "
Xu Sheng turned over and got out of bed. Before the catwalk, orchids were still there. Although the breath is not as good as before, the petals are still moist and moist.
four
Since then, Xu Sheng has been thoroughly remoulded, chatting with his parents or silently painting or playing with orchids every day.
The orchids painted by Xu Sheng are more and more aura. Although the orchids in the garden are carefully cared for, they are still in a state of exhaustion.
Xu Sheng simply moved Han Lan into the house and stayed indoors every day except eating.
Xu Sheng's parents knew that he was crazy again and didn't care. But as the days passed, Xu Sheng's face became worse and worse. The appetite is not reduced, but the blood on the face is getting less and less.
Xu Sheng's father is very skilled in medicine and knows that his son is dying. Pay attention to nourishing in diet, but the effect is little.
On this day, a Taoist priest suddenly appeared on the mountain, holding a prayer flag and mumbling in Xu Sheng's yard: "Six relatives are thin; Hurt parents; The palace of life is dark; The year is approaching; Hit a bullet; Time flies; Chongke is too old; Love is dead, doomed love is doomed love! "
When Xu Sheng's parents heard that Taoist priests had something to do with them, they asked their son if there was any way to save him.
The Taoist twisted his frosted beard and shook his head slightly. "I am too persistent, I am afraid I can't go back. Let me go in and talk to him and see if it works. "
The Taoist priest closed the door as soon as he entered the room, and there was a strong smell of blood in the room. Xu Sheng fainted, put his hand on the corner of the table, and a drop of blood slipped from his wrist, just like holding a red bead into Hanlan's blood vessels.
The Taoist priest closed his eyes slightly and drew a gossip in the air, mumbling that Xu Sheng's soul was gradually stripped from his body, but he was a handsome man and hurriedly bowed his head and knelt down. At this time, Lenglan gracefully changed shape, and a woman who was dressed in white better than snow fell slowly with the air and knelt in front of the Taoist priest.
"Cold, rock, you two are the spirit of cultivating immortals in my royal bowl. After 7700 years of penance, you can become human, but because of love, you are enduring this eternal cycle. Now, I am looking for heaven for my teacher. If you two can end your relationship and destroy the memory of the spiritual source pulse, you can also cultivate immortality for my disciple and practice in the same mountain, but you will never meet each other. Otherwise, after this life, there will be no trace of you in the three realms, turning into smoke and drowning the sky. "
A Shuang Ling Ling, kneeling on the ground, looked at each other and attached himself to the ground to knock three long heads on the Taoist priest. Then I suddenly got up and turned into two strands of light smoke, one blue and one white, intertwined and tightly intertwined. Blue and white light smoke with a faint light, in the moonlight, gradually dispersed, as if forbidden to shine in the moonlight, more and more thin, will soon disappear into the air.
Taoist priests always fall into the urn at the last minute when the dust blows around them.
The Taoist priest came out of the house and went straight to the forest. Xu Sheng's parents rushed into the room, crying that two old people were crying out of the room.
The voice of a Taoist priest floated in the air: "Look at this world, hate is self-defeating, love is reincarnation, and everything else is vanity. People have been working and struggling all their lives, and generation after generation has passed, but only land is eternal. The wind blows south, turns to the north, and returns the same way; Rivers flow into the sea, but the sea is not satisfied. Wherever rivers flow, they will return. You come from dust and return to dust. Go at ease. This life has been replenished, and the afterlife will be blessed. "
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