The clouds and mist were thick, and the miserable white clouds crowded the vision, and even the silence seemed disturbed, and the ears were full of the sound of clouds and mist flowing beside them. For a while, the six dusts were cramped, and the sense of ominousness arose spontaneously, and I felt that there was a vast abyss hidden under the fog, and the poisonous mist demon clouds were released over the years, but the passing creatures relaxed their vigilance, and they would suck it down, and they would be trapped in the mud for eternity, so as to fill the mud bubbles left after the poison spraying.

I stood there with my hands down. After an unknown amount of time, the almost static fog suddenly dispersed and sped up, as if something had suddenly sprung up on the other side of the fog, forcing the fog to make room for them. I said, "Ice—

"Bing'er!"

I haven't finished my sentence yet, can this place know my thoughts and finish speaking for me?

A cloud of mist tore at each other, and in the thin place, a tunnel corridor was revealed, because it was surrounded by clouds and mist, so it looked like it was at the end of the snow cave neatly gouging out the full moon gate. A few zhang outside the door, there is an old plum tree standing alone, the green calyx on the tree is verdant and fresh, and a man and a woman under the tree are dressed in yellow clothes, which contrast with each other. The plum blossom-stained sky is clear blue and dazzling, and the sunlight pierces through the clouds, illuminating the two Tsinghua faces. The two of them were under the shade of the flowers for a long time, each of them did not speak, looking at it, the original smile on the corner of his mouth was indispensable, and he didn't feel deep.

That woman was Lu Bing! I raised my hand and just wanted to say hello, when a thick fog swarmed up all around, immediately obscuring the image of the two of them. The sky was dark, and a little light slowly appeared in the depths of the fog. The point of light was the size of a mung bean at first, glowing with ivory, and after a while, it became bigger and bigger like a firefly, and suddenly retracted inward, like the pupils of a nocturnal beast, and a large thick fog instantly collapsed into the light, and I looked at it again, the light had been condensed on the wick of a glass lamp, burning firmly. The light illuminated the faint face of the lantern man—it belonged to a man's face, but although the light could subdue the thick fog, it could not remove the fog that covered the face. The man held the glass lamp, his clothes fluttering, and walked to Lu Bing in one step according to the guidance of the light. As far as the light could see, the thorns were all over the place, and the spirits were hidden, and they spoke and moved calmly, walking side by side. Suddenly, the glazed lamp shone brightly, and the white light flew out like hundreds of sword halberds, causing the fog walls that had reunited in all directions to break through the big hole. For a while, there are many illusions, but wherever the clouds and fog disperse, there will inevitably be images of Lu Bing and the man: or the two of them holding a scroll to discuss in front of the bluestone case, or the man holding the vermilion grass in his hand to describe the embarrassment of the sword flying down, or playing chess, or admiring flowers, or mixing incense or playing games...... I felt like I was surrounded by dozens of theater stages, and stories were playing out around me. The man's appearance changed from time to time, and later there were several "plays" in which the man's facial features were exposed, and his face seemed to be splashed with a faint layer of ink smoke. Only Lu Bing is the same as before, and his gestures are still old friends I know.

After a long while, the surrounding scene flickered like a marquee, and gradually went out, leaving only a courtyard of flowers and trees in the clouds.

I was a few feet away from the cloud cave, looking out at the courtyard. The eyes are full of spring, and the ears are full of dead silence. Let it be lush and beautiful, looking left and right, but all crowded at the bottom of a well, making people feel indescribably depressed and bored.

After a while, the man came, took out a roll of brocade from his bosom, untied the five-colored rope, and the white yarrow wrapped in it scattered into a fan shape by itself. He flipped his hand, the brocade cloth stretched in the wind, and the yarrow turned into dozens of white threads and shot at the nearby pink ball bushes. When the tip of the grass touches the flower ball, it bounces up more than one person high, and every six branches gather into a cluster by themselves, and in the blink of an eye, they become twelve sword-wielding ladies, each five points high, and they all look exactly the same as Lu Bing. The man raised his hand to signal, the villain was ordered, the geese lined up, and the sword array was opened, and suddenly twelve sword lights rose and fell, shuttling between the flowers and trees beside the two people, falling into colorful colors, and the light and shadow were chaotic. Suddenly, Lu Bing said "yes" with a smile, and the clouds and mist closed in response. I breathed a sigh of relief and muttered: what is good, it is nothing more than the trick of the illusionist.

Those clouds and mist seemed to be Lu Bing's thoughts, what method should be used to make her manifest her primordial spirit? I was secretly pondering, and a little cold light came in an instant—in the dense fog outside the two arms in front of me, a two-foot long sword poked in, silently, and went straight to my neck. I glanced at the face that followed the hilt of the sword, and I thought about it, and went straight out of the five feet, and I was afraid that I would run away, so I immediately moved back incognito. As the clouds faded, the silhouette of a man appeared where I was standing, turning from light to thick and solid. It turned out that Lu Bing's sword was not going to take my head—but this statement was not true, the sword was just on the man's neck, and he couldn't bear to cut it off for a long time.

The man stood with his neck stood, his lips open and closed, not knowing what to say. Lu Bing groaned slightly after hearing this, and slowly put down the sword in his hand, with a sad expression on his face. The man took two steps forward and embraced her into his arms. I was very surprised, I hurriedly covered my mouth and turned my back, and saw the scene of the two of them playing chess in the snow cave on the other side.

The man looked up at the exit of Hantan, and was about to get up and leave, but he remembered something, took out a gilt box from his arms, and put it on the stone table in Lu Bing's hand. Just as he was about to leave, he was pulled by Lu Bing again, and solemnly returned the gilt box to his palm. The man was very moved, leaned over, and held Lu Bing's face with pity-

"I will live up to it!"

This was the first time I had heard the man spit out, and I didn't expect it to be such four words, which sounded like thunder in my ears. I couldn't help but sneer: "Isn't this a lie! Lovers make a vow to love each other, but the monastic's homework is to forget love and abandon love, and in the long run, every time you get into the joint, you won't be fiddled with the seven emotions and six desires." If you want to 'live up' your lover, your cultivation will have to be greatly reduced, and you must first live up to your ancestors. But I thought again, "Oh, yes, yes, there are cultivators who only want to cultivate immortality, or they don't care about it at the moment." There are times when people in the world are born and die, and when the time comes, they naturally know where to cultivate, and it is not in vain to pass the years......"

With a wave of the man's sleeves, the clouds gathered and the fog closed, and whether it was people or things, they were all covered by the turbid clouds. I subconsciously lowered my head and moved my steps, the fog was stirred and became thin, and I could see the plane under my feet, black as black jade.

Is this the world that Lu Bing has spent sleeping in for ninety-two years? I seriously looked at the mist in front of me. Is everything in front of her a hundred years of pastime with her, or is it a hundred years of karma for her?

The pestle remained in place for a long time, and there was no movement in the fog. If you dream for a long time, you will always feel tired.

I let go of my voice and shouted: "Bingling'er, Chi Lingzi is out of the customs! Chi Lingzi sees you coming!"

"Bing Ling'er" and "Chi Lingzi" are the names we used to go down the mountain together to practice, in order to make things more convenient, for each other, after a long time, they simply call each other as aliases in private, and probably no one else will call her "Bing Ling'er".

"Who?" I heard someone in the air whispering. The voice wandered through the clouds, as if it was near or far, and there was no movement for a moment. I was afraid that she would live here for too long, but she mistook me, a big living person, for a distracting thought, so she said loudly: "Bing Ling'er can remember? ”

Clouds flow. As I walked, I continued to tell stories from the past. After knowing each other for a long time, even if we don't get together for a long time due to our respective practices, there will always be some interesting things that will happen and become a topic of conversation when we meet each other and make fun of each other. I chattered and sang the old yellow calendar, from the fourth year of Huangyou to the third year of Yuanfeng. Remembering that she had not yet entered the WTO, we occasionally walked down the mountain. Because she has completely complied with the rules of Xuanguang Cave since she was a child, she has taken countless high-grade medicines every day, but she has never eaten a little bit of tooth sacrifice, so when she saw rock sugar gourds for the first time in the market, she didn't know that those red sugar skewers were made of hawthorn and begonia dipped in rock sugar, and she praised "People in the market are also exquisite." I wondered why she said this, because she mistakenly thought that the bright color of the sugar gourd must be the result of people extracting flower juice or even mixing dansha to impregnate the preserved fruit. This man's laughing stock is very rare, and I naturally remember this story very well. At first, every time she mentioned it again, she was silent, thinking that it was embarrassing to the bones, but she knew that it was not good to have a small attack, although she endured it, and then she got older, and she began to think it was an interesting experience, and she repeatedly used it as a mirror to look back at the internal and external changes of her body and mind, which was quite beneficial. It was expected that in this matter, she may have used it skillfully.

Sure enough, the words were not quiet, and there was a whisper of "Zi Lili" from the depths of the clouds, like the sound of a few electric snakes drilling through heavy clouds when it was not raining. The chaotic world, which was originally white, suddenly divided into shades and shades. A limestone halo of light was unhurried, precipitating from the highest clouds, bounded by cyan light, condensing to a human being. Although it was made of a halo, it was only a transparent humanoid and far from being a physical entity, but the outline of its facial features was similar to that of Lu Bing. A ray of ghostly light resides inward from the limestone humanoid Mingtang, divides into three veins, and enters the top gate of the Yuan Shen that dwells in the middle of the humanoid chest. It was a little girl with no more than a foot of bones, with barren muscles, a gloomy complexion, only the left eye and mouth embedded in the front of the face, and the position of the right eye and nose should have been smooth and smooth - Lu Bing's cultivation was so high, I never imagined that the soul that held the two roots of her eyes and nose would be damaged to such an extent.

Looking at her—my five-hundred-year-old friend—I couldn't help but gasp.