"Hello, ......

Adventurer?"

Marveling at the magnificent ice castle around them, Mu Chen and Song Qi heard an old voice coming from the side.

"Who?"

They didn't perceive any change in aura at all, and when Mu Chen and Song Qi turned their heads, they found that there was already a gray-robed old man standing in the center of this ice castle.

"Haha, this Xuanbing Lake, no one has been here for a long time, although this place is very repulsive to you. ”

As he spoke, the gray-robed old man ignored Mu Chen's inquiry, but began to slowly tell a story again-

"It's been a long time since I've met an immortal cultivator here.

As for me, it's been a long time since anyone has been able to speak.

How about I'll tell you a story first?

Someone once said that a great catastrophe does not grieve me, and I have been in it, having seen war with my own eyes, stepping over corpses, without a trace of sympathy or pity. The cruel atrocities of nature and man may make us wail or roar, but they will not pierce our hearts, nor will they send chills down our backs like some unpleasant little things.

There is no greater pain for a person than for a mother to lose her child, and for a child to lose her mother. How intense and terrible this pain is, it shocks and tears our hearts, but it can be healed like a bleeding wound. However, some mental anguish is endless and intricate. The more insignificant, the more memorable, the more imperceptible, the sharper and more intense, and the more invisible, the more solid and tenacious. They leave traces of sadness, bitter tastes, and a sense of disillusionment that lingers forever in our hearts.

There are two or three things that have been dangling in front of my eyes, and no one else would have cared about them, but they pierced my heart like needles, leaving deep wounds that would not heal.

You may not understand this feeling, but let me tell you one of them. It's been a long time, but I still remember it vividly as if it happened yesterday. Maybe it's because of my imagination that I'm so moved.

I'm over 5,000 years old. At that time, he was still young, and he was in the midst of the catastrophe. I'm a bit melancholy, I like to be cranky, and my head is full of pessimistic theories. I don't like crowded cafes where there are too many noisy classmates and stupid girls. I woke up early, around eight o'clock, and walked alone in the nursery in the Royal Guards Park, which was my most beloved enjoyment.

You don't know that there is this nursery, do you? 5,000 years later, the earth has changed greatly, and the royal family of the human race is still in a dominant position?

It resembles a forgotten garden of the last century, a beautiful garden like an old woman's gentle smile. The dense woods are separated into cramped and neat paths, which are lined with well-manicured green tree walls, which are very quiet. After walking a short distance, you will come across flower beds, neatly arranged small trees, clusters of beautiful roses and large fruit trees.

I come here almost every day to read. Sometimes I put a book on my lap and think about it, listen to the noise of Paris all around, and enjoy the endless silence of the tree-lined paths.

I soon discovered that there was a strange little old man who came in for a walk every day as soon as the door opened. His attire is reminiscent of relics from primeval times. He was skinny, skinny, skinny like a skeleton. He was always smiling, constantly squeezing his eyebrows, and making strange expressions. His nimble eyes looked left and right, blinking. He always carried a beautiful cane with a gold inlay on the head, which was a precious souvenir at a glance.

This old man surprised me at first, and later aroused my great interest. I peeked at him through the dense foliage, followed him from a distance, and hid behind the bushes for fear that he would see it. One morning, thinking that there was no one around, he made a lot of strange movements: first a few small steps, then a curtsy, then a nimble kick jump with his slender legs, and then began to spin gracefully, bouncing, and swinging his body comically, as if there was an audience in front of him, smiling, squeezing his eyebrows, wrapping his arms in a circle, twisting his pitiful puppet-like body, and nodding pathetically and lovably in the air. He was dancing!

I was stunned and couldn't help but ask myself: is he crazy, or am I crazy.

But he stopped suddenly, took a few steps forward like an actor on stage, and then bowed and retreated, smiling, and at the same time, with his trembling hands, sent kisses one after another to the two rows of neatly trimmed trees.

Then he went on his walk again solemnly.

From this day on, I kept an eye on him. He had to practice that peculiar dance step every morning.

I really wanted to talk to him. I was determined to take a risk. I saluted him and said, "It's a nice day, sir." ”

He returned the salute and said, "Yes, sir, it's still the good weather it used to be. ”

After a week, we became friends and I learned his story. During the era of the Royal Flag, he worked as a dance teacher at the Opera House. That beautiful cane was a gift from the ruler of the time, Gu Mu. Whenever someone talks to him about dancing, he chatters and chatters endlessly.

One day, he opened up to me.

"Sir, my wife is Ye Xiaomu, if you are willing, I will introduce you to you, but she will not come here until the afternoon. There is nothing left of the past life, only this garden, you see, this is our joy, our life. We simply wouldn't be able to live without it. It's old and elegant, isn't it? It hasn't changed, and I think I can smell it when I was younger. My wife and I spend every afternoon here. But what about me, I came in the morning. Because I wake up early. ”

After lunch, I immediately returned to the Royal Guards Park. Not only did he see him, but he gracefully let a short old lady dressed in black hold her arm. He introduced me to her. She is La Costelli, a dancer of great fame. She had been pampered by princes and nobles, pampered by kings, and pampered by the whole elegant era—the era that seemed to leave the breath of love in the world.

We sat on a stone bench. It's May, and the trail is filled with the scent of flowers. The warm sun shines through the leaves and falls on us. La Costley's black dress seems to be immersed in brilliance.

"Tell me what a minuet is. I said to the old dance teacher.

He shuddered.

"Sir, the minuet is the queen of the dances, the queen's dance, you know? “

He began to sing the praises in exaggerated rhetoric, which was long and passionate, but I didn't understand it at all. I asked him to describe his footwork, movements, and postures, but the more he talked, the more he lost his temper.

Suddenly, he turned around and asked his wife, who had been silent and serious: "Mu, are you willing, I said, would you like to jump with me to show this gentleman?" ”

She looked around uneasily, and without saying a word, stood across from him.

So I saw a performance that I will never forget. They advance and retreat, like children, smiling at each other, twisting their bodies, bowing and bouncing, clumsily like puppets of old machines, but still recognizable by the ingenuity of the former craftsmen.

I looked at them, and a strange feeling messed up my heart, and an indescribable sorrow filled my soul. It was as if I saw a sad and ridiculous phantom, a shadow of the obsolescence of another era. At this time, I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

Suddenly, they stopped jumping. For a few seconds, they stood silently facing each other, frowning unexpectedly, then hugged each other and wept bitterly.

Three days later, I left for the Outlands. They were never seen again. When I returned to the royal family two years later, the nursery was gone, so what happened to them?

Have they died? Or are they wandering the streets of modernity like hopeless exiles? Their comical ghosts may be dancing strange minuets along the graveyard in the moonlight among the cypress trees of the cemetery?

I never forgot them. Their shadows have been haunting me, haunting me, tormenting me, burning my heart like a wound? I don't know.

You must think it's ridiculous, right?"

"Minuet?" After listening to the story of the old man in front of them, Mu Chen and Song Qi were a little unclear, so they didn't know what the meaning of the old man was.

However, when Mu Chen heard the word minuet, he trembled in some places.

"Minuet, you current immortal cultivators have long forgotten about it, right? Never-ending to explore the final level of the cultivation level, but in the end, none of you can successfully break through the limit of the Tribulation Period!

Not only the minuet, but also how many ancient customs of the ancestors were forgotten by the cultivators at that time in order to improve their cultivation? You must have passed the minuet, because this is now a cultural heritage.

Although I have not left this place in 5,000 years, that does not affect my knowledge of the outside world.

I know why you're still forgetting all kinds of ancient customs, but am I going to tell you about minuet again?

It's been a long time since I've seen a new face, so I'll probably dance later, because I'm going to study at the end of the day.

The old dancer was very shocking to me.

Finally, if you have the ability to continue walking, then I believe you will be able to use it. ”