【Wedge: Long Life】

It's raining on Changming Mountain.

Changming Temple is full.

The scholar stumbled down in front of the three thousand steps, laughing pathetically.

The rootless waters encircled the dirt of the mortal world and poured it on him without pity. The sharp lightning pierced the sky, and there was blood in his eyes, but when the blood fell with the rain, it was cold.

The evening bell of Changming Temple rang, and the ancient sound swayed leisurely, indicating the official beginning of the prayer ceremony for thousands of believers.

Thousands of believers on the 3,000-long steps closed their eyes with bated breath, and while their palms were together, they silently recited the Prajna Heart Sutra in their hearts, praying sincerely for the gods and Buddhas in Changming Temple who blessed the world.

"The Buddha deceives the world! Buddha deceives the world! The discouraged scholar collapsed on the lowest stone steps, but a beastly roar came out of his throat, and the fierceness in his eyes almost wanted to break free from his shell and transform into the world.

Or there are believers who pray in the rain and glance back at him because of this strange noise, and they are shocked by the dirt and blood on this person's body, so they can only whisper "My Buddha is compassionate" and turn his head away, even he does not know whether the pity on his face has penetrated into the bottom of his heart.

Later, the scholar with bleeding eyes just recited a sentence upside down, "If the gods and Buddhas have no heart, how can they bless the world?" ”

Crazy madness, stupid stupidity.

This year, the gods and Buddhas are bright, and the scholars' eyes are silent.

And Changming Mountain, this is called longevity.

Changming Temple, this is called longevity.

—————— (I'm a charming dividing line, you can call me "Cut")

At the foot of Changming Mountain, the wind and dust swept people.

The wind in the frost season carries the heavy coolness of early winter. The morning light is full of golden light, and Changming Street is gradually fresh after fading away from the laziness of the night.

The meat bun that had just come out of the cage was steaming hot, so that the stray leper dog could no longer move, and the annoying harazi flowed all over the ground.

At the same time, more than a dozen streamers and shadows passed away in mid-air, as fast as a jade crossbow star, attracting pedestrians on the street to watch with their heads raised in unison, and the meaning of envy was endless.

"These immortal monarchs should all come to participate in the Buddhist feast of Changming Temple."

"If I can watch such a grand event, I will die without regrets."

"What kind of dreams are you dreaming about?"

......

In this world, we advocate cultivating immortals.

Whether it is a prince or a nobleman or a commoner, as long as this person has the qualification to cultivate immortals, then he can not be bound by his worldly identity.

However, there are many people with mediocre qualifications and mediocre lives, so those who can have a little relationship with the cultivation of immortals will be praised as fragrant and enjoy the respect of the world.

Ten miles away from the bustling and noisy Changming Street, the withered grass is like a mat, and the wind passes through the sound.

"Senior brother, senior brother!"

The white-clothed young man leaned against a tree with his sword in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was taking advantage of this hard-won gap to take a short rest.

He suddenly heard such a call, so he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were a little moving, but his voice was as cold as a brittle pearl, "Can the matter be done?" ”

The young man who had previously called "Senior Brother" gasped and ran to the white-clothed young man, with a look of "Of course" in his eyes. "It's all done, and it couldn't be more proper."

The two of them stood opposite each other, and they were both outrageously white clothes, and their clothes flew like a fairy.

With such iconic white clothes, coupled with the octagonal silver bell pinned to their waists, even those who do not cultivate immortals can know - these two must be Yun Mengze's disciples.

Li Chi nodded indifferently, and pinned the sword in his arms to his waist with a slight movement of his fingers. "In that case, let me go back."

Shang Ci said "hmm", and then obediently followed behind his senior brother.

Li Chi walked calmly in front of him, and his gestures were full of elegant charm, but this did not affect him to walk fast at all. As a result of walking fast, his senior brother Shang could only look at the back of his head farther and farther away and grit his teeth and stomp his feet.

Shang Ci looked at the white figure that was getting farther and farther away, and his white face was faintly stained with a layer of red. He hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't help but shout: "Senior brother, senior brother!" ”

After shouting twice, Li Chi slowly turned around, and there was a rare moment of confusion in his eyes that had always been clear. "What?"

The young man was as long as jade, and his peach blossom eyes should have been faintly amorous, but his thin lips pursed coldly showed that this person was not a gentle and affectionate lord.

The ink hair is light, the white clothes are hunting, and Li Chi only stands quietly with his eyebrows and eyes cold, and he can be beautiful into a prosperous picture.

In addition to the triple snow on the monarch's body, who in the world is worthy of white clothes.

Looking at Li Chi like this, Shang Ci involuntarily popped out four words in his mind - alluring the country and the city.

The world says that beauties look back and smile at the city, and then smile at the country.

Beauty is a neutral word, it can describe a dancing peerless dancing girl, or a beautiful young man.

Li Chi's temperament around his body is cold, and his frost-covered image is not a demon. But it's such a person, with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of grace.

Many times, his eyes are cold, but this natural peach blossom eye shows a blurry dream, and the black and white pupils that are not clear seem to have been poured with a cup of wine, and the autumn waves are brewing peach blossoms.

After calling himself, Senior Brother Shang, who looked a little naïve in front of him, just stood in place and was stunned, which couldn't help but make Li Chi a little speechless.

"What the hell is going on?" He had always hated the half-spoken behavior of others, and his tone had added some harshness that did not correspond to his age.

Shang Ci came back to his senses suddenly, and after a "Ah" call, he hurriedly raised his eyes to look at Li Chi, "Senior brother, can we go back with the sword?" ”

He had traveled all the way to deliver things to people's homes, and then he had traveled all the way back again. Before he could rest for a while, Senior Brother Li said that he was going to leave for Yunmengze, as if he didn't see him panting heavily.

Tsk, I'm really a pitiful one!

"Edgeworth?" Li Chi stared at him delicately, "When did you learn it?" ”

"I won't." Shang Ci shook his head in confusion.

"In that case, then keep walking." When Li Chi heard this, the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, and he suddenly turned around and left.

Listen up! This is human talk!

"Senior brother!" Shang Ci wanted to cry without tears, so he could only look up and say loudly with his flushed face, "I'm so tired and tired, my legs are about to break." And brother, you're walking too fast, I can't keep up! ”

"Fast?" Li Chi looked back and raised his eyebrows, squinting his eyes and measuring the distance between the two of them, "It seems to be some." ”

Shang Ci nodded desperately, and then took the opportunity to say: "Although I don't know how to resist the sword, but senior brother, you can, so can you ......?"

"I can't."

Before he could ask his hopeful words, he was ruthlessly interrupted by the other party. It's like a flower that can reveal half of its delicate stamens, and then someone ruthlessly pinched the petals.

His lips trembled for a long time, and Shang Ci could only hang his head and say "hmm" in the end, and then followed Li Chi silently like fate.

If he had met such a person who had no eyesight in Shangwang's Mansion before, he would have let people drag him down to play the board.

However, now that he has entered the immortal gate and abandoned the past, even if he gives Shang Ci a hundred guts, he will not dare to call someone to beat Li Chi's board.

He, Senior Brother Li, is an outstanding immortal, and he is deeply loved by the elders, even though Shang Ci is still a little perverse on weekdays, but he does admire Li Chi's strength very much.

Li Chi was already silent, and Shang Ci was inevitably a little depressed after being rejected, and the two of them had nothing to say all the way. Fortunately, after just such a stubble, Li Chi slowed down intentionally or unintentionally, so that Shang Ci could barely keep up with his legs.

"Ouch, isn't this Yun Mengze's disciple? Why don't you resist the sword, just walk 'smack'? ”

When Li Chi heard this, he raised his head, and saw several black shadows floating in the air, and the sword light was shining, so he was not majestic!

Because the distance was a little far, he couldn't see the clothes and accessories of the person standing on the sword.

But based on that black sword light, it was inferred that these people should be disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

Even if Li Chi doesn't have an imperial sword, he walks with a graceful demeanor, so the four words "吭吧吧" are probably given only to Shang Ci who followed him.

The relationship between Yun Mengze and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was a little awkward.