Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Six

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The white clouds have been thousands of years, and the peaks are full of grass. A row of cranes on the clouds, poetry to the blue sky.

Youting has a veil, ethereal with the wind, and there are fairy clothes slightly.

A young man stood in the pavilion, a black and white robe, black hair and shawl, black eyes indifferent, with a hint of dazedness.

The youthful temperament is dusty, and the complexion is fair. I can't help but marvel at a dusty boy. The only thing that disturbed the scenery was the hideous wound on the neck, the flesh turned outward, and a large area of dark red blood had turned into a blood scab, covering half of the face and neck. And the robe.

Li Xianyuan looked around, and he didn't know.

There is a low table in the pavilion, and two futons are placed. On the low table, the tea steames hot, rises and disperses with the wind.

Take things as they come.

Li Xianyuan stepped forward and sat cross-legged on the futon. I tried to reach out for the teacup that I had obviously prepared for myself, but there was no movement for a long time.

I couldn't help but look down, and I saw my right arm hanging down, unconscious. Li Xianyuan then remembered that his right arm was crushed into the ruins, and it was already in ruins, so he naturally didn't feel anything.

With his left hand, he held the teacup and lowered his head to drink.

gurgling, slight movement of the Adam's apple. The fragrance of tea overflows, and the hot tea falls into the stomach, which seems to warm the body.

"If this is a place to stay after death, that's fine. Li Xianyuan muttered softly to himself, staring at the teacup in his hand, as if playing.

"Are you saying I'm like a bull-headed horse-faced?"

A crisp sound that sounded like a silk bamboo meeting the wind and a crisp sound like a silver bead falling on a jade plate sounded behind him.

Li Xianyuan froze and didn't move.

Goosebumps rose all over the body.

Turning his head stiffly, Li Xianyuan finally saw the man.

On New Year's Eve last year, the flower market was lit up like day.

The willow tops on the moon, people about after dusk.

On New Year's Eve this year, the moon and lights are still the same.

I didn't see last year's people, and my tears wet the sleeves of my spring shirt.

The person behind him is a young girl. At the age of twelve or thirteen, his delicate face was crimson, he was dressed in a silk brocade and ink flower robe, his soft black hair was pulled up in a high bun, and the jujube red and simple sachet was tied around his waist. The eyebrows are bent, the back of the hand is behind the back, the delicate body is slightly stretched forward, and the head is tilted with a smile.

Ji Canghai, or ...... Li Wan'er.

The tip of his nose was sour, and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. Li Xianyuan was stunned, and looked up at the figure in a daze.

"Look, I haven't seen a beautiful girl. The girl's pink lips pursed slightly, and the smile could not be hidden no matter what.

"How old are they, and they're still crying. But I haven't seen you for three months, and you've become so weak and untouched?"

The back hand was walked by Li Xianyuan. Li Wan'er walked to the opposite side of the low table, turned around with a smile, and knelt on the futon.

On the top of the peak, stand a pavilion.

The white clouds have been thousands of years, and the peaks are full of grass. A row of cranes on the clouds, poetry to the blue sky.

Youting has a veil, ethereal with the wind, and there are fairy clothes slightly.

A teenager and a girl sit in a pavilion, opposite. Without blinking, staring at each other.

One moment, two moments. A stick of incense......

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ What are you looking at. The tea was no longer steaming, and Li Xianyuan finally spoke. Although he was also watching her.

As soon as the words came out, his voice was dry and unpleasant.

The girl put her hands on her cheeks, propped herself on the table, puffed out her mouth, and said, "I haven't seen it for a long time." I won't have a chance to watch it in the future, so it's better to watch it at this time. I know you won't mind. ā€

A stinging pain in the heart.

Li Xianyuan said: "I should call you Ji Canghai, or Li Wan'er." ā€

Li Wan'er's eyelashes curled, revealing cunning: "If you like men, call me Ji Canghai." If you want to like women, just call me Li Wan'er, and be happy with you. ā€

"...... the Sea"

Li Wan'er said angrily: "You really like men!"

"......" Li Xianyuan was speechless, and spoke after a while: "Wan'er." ā€

"What are you doing!" Li Wan'er didn't make a fuss: "Don't you want people when they become men!"

"......" Li Xianyuan, who has always been able to speak well, was surprised and didn't know what to say.

After a long silence, he said something stupid.

"Was this my dying hallucination? ā€

Li Wan'er puffed out her mouth, leaned over, grabbed Li Xianyuan's left hand, covered her cheek, and blushed and said angrily: "Can the hallucinatory feel so good!"

Suddenly, Li Wan'er let go of Li Xianyuan's palm, stroked the placket of her clothes, licked her pink lips and looked at Li Xianyuan: If you don't believe it, you can still touch ......"

It seems to have regained some of the taste it once had. Li Xianyuan shook his head and said, "It's too peaceful." ā€

"You!" Li Wan'er slapped the table, then covered her hands with tears in her eyes, and the slap hurt.

Seeing all this, Li Xianyuan suddenly thought to himself, if he could do this, he would be dead, and it would be worth it......

At this moment, Li Xianyuan no longer has the ambition of immortality. Just want to ......

"No, no. ā€

Li Wan'er shook her head suddenly. Under Li Xianyuan's puzzled gaze, Li Wan'er stood up, walked towards Li Xianyuan, passed by, rolled up the fragrant wind, stepped out of the pavilion, and stood in front of the lonely peak cliff.

Li Xianyuan suddenly felt frightened, and hurriedly got up, because the action was too big, he hit the low table and spilled the tea.

But these, Li Xianyuan walked quickly towards Li Wan'er, walked in front of her, and turned to look at her.

stood in front of her, so that Li Wan'er would never fall off the cliff.

Seeing the intention, the corners of Li Wan'er's lips were slightly raised: "Are you willing? You still have a lot of things to do on it." ā€

"May you win the heart of one. ā€

"It's stupid. Li Wan'er suddenly wrinkled her nose: "Standing here, aren't you waiting for me to do it." ā€

Without waiting for Li Xianyuan to react, Li Wan'er gently stroked Li Xianyuan's neck with her slender hand, her eyes filled with tears, full of distress: "These injuries must have suffered a lot." I've been watching. Brother Li, you shouldn't have fallen here. You still have a lot to do. Go back, the mortal world is where you should be. ā€

"What...... Meaning. ā€

"Yin Tsuizi, write a soul-nourishing painting for me. can forcibly leave the soul in the world, how can ordinary people do it. He is actually an immortal. I still have half a moon in my life, and at my request, he took away my half-moon life and made a soul-nourishing painting. After I died, I didn't go to the underworld, but stayed in this painting, and I followed you all the time. See what you see, think what you think. I know you, and you don't know me. ā€

Li Wan'er's voice was soft, and she took a half-step step to hug Li Xianyuan, and her chin was resting on Li Xianyuan's shoulder. The nose sniffed slightly, and chuckled: "The smell of vixens." ā€

Li Xianyuan stood in a daze.

She is no longer naughty and willful, only full of tenderness, her cheek rubbed lightly against Li Xianyuan's neck, and she was reluctant.

"Wan'er originally intended to be by your side forever, when you get old, reincarnate with you, drink the Meng Po soup hand in hand, and walk across the Meng Po Bridge together. But now, Brother Li, you are in crisis. I had to show up. Use this half-moon longevity to renew your life. And with it the soul is exposed. If you don't go to reincarnation, you can only disappear......"

Standing on tiptoe, he whispered in his ear: "Live well, and when you become an immortal, you may see each other again." ā€

whispered the last sentence in her ear, Li Wan'er let go of Li Xianyuan, stroked Li Xianyuan's chest with her slender hand, and pushed hard-

Caught off guard, Li Xianyuan fell backwards and fell into the clouds.

Li Wan'er stood on the cliff, and finally was no longer strong, covering her face and crying silently. Gradually, the body dispersed with the wind......

Whispering with teardrops, scattered with the wind.

"Don't leave my ......" (To be continued.) )