The mountain was full of camellias, no one took care of it, but it still grew in the wind, frost, rain and dew. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Chengfeng hadn't been to that mountain for a long time, and he couldn't even remember the last time he was on it, but his memories of camellia still existed.

There is a courtyard in the direction of the mountain behind the Heavenly Demon Gate, which is the place where he often goes, as the master of the Heavenly Demon Gate, and the strongest person in the Southern Demon Dao on the bright side, he does not have much time, and many times he has to be busy with many affairs, and he finally finishes those affairs, and he has to pay attention to his own cultivation again.

There are twelve hours in a day, and often less than half an hour is at his disposal.

In a limited amount of time, he did infinite things.

It is also an endless longing and reminiscence.

The yarrow that grows taller than a tree grows with lush branches and leaves, like an eaves to shelter from the wind and rain, but in fact it is not a good place to hide from the rain.

Every branch, every blade of grass, is full of the pain and sorrow of the willow riding the wind.

They didn't turn into demonic energy, nor did they turn into dampness, but their influence was much more powerful than demonic energy and dampness.

Monks and ordinary people, as long as they get close to this yarrow, even if the wind is beautiful and the sky is clear, they will definitely find it difficult to feel the inch of sunlight lingering around them.

That kind of taste is better than the dark clouds covering the sun, the pouring rain falling, and the wet clothes.

The only one who is suitable for approaching it is Liu Chengfeng.

There are many reasons for this.

Because he is the subject of these pains and sorrows, numb for many years, with extraordinary resistance to these negative emotions, and can still find the beauty that existed a long time ago in the darkness, even the slightest.

Because of the effect of the drug, he had to strengthen his memory of her through this way of "touching the scene".

He came a little earlier than usual today.

Staying was noticeably longer.

If there were no unusual changes, he would never be like this, let alone take off the dark python robe that was very suitable for his domineering temperament, and put on the Confucian green shirt that he loved when he had not changed from Confucian to hegemonic in the past.

The overlord, who had long been a non-Confucian, stood quietly in the center of the courtyard with his hands in his hands.

The yarrow was on his left, a few feet away from him, and it spread sorrow alone as the courtyard filled the courtyard with fragrance.

Liu Chengfeng closed his eyes and listened to the wind, came early but did not communicate with it early, and stayed at a less suitable distance.

Unfamiliar angles, familiar identities.

The wind gradually increased, as if urging him.

He finally opened his eyes at a moment, but after glancing at the yarrow, he walked to the path on the right, and sat down, staring at the camellia of different colors planted on both sides.

This is indeed an extremely beautiful and attractive flower.

He no longer went to the mountain, and he no longer cared about the flowers there, but the flowers that grew from their roots appeared again in the courtyard where he frequented.

It means that the environment is changing, but the meaning of camellia to him still remains.

Noticing yarrow and observing yarrow's habits attentively, it was under her influence that he, who was originally not interested in flowers and plants, also entered this path.

Over time, he also had his own discoveries and hobbies in this path.

Among them, camellia is the most representative one, and it is also the flower and plant that has remained in his heart for the longest time in addition to yarrow.

It's funny to say that the reason why he first paid attention to camellia was only because there was tea in the name of camellia, and he thought it was related to tea, and he wanted to use camellia to make better tea, so he thought about it.

But with the in-depth understanding later, he found that except for a few kinds of camellia that could be directly brewed into tea, most of the others were used to develop medicines.

He admired the medical skills and medical science of rejuvenation, but he was not interested, let alone envious, because in his opinion, the doctor has a fatal flaw, that is, even if your medical skills are extraordinary, you can only save others, and you cannot save yourself.

This is really a helpless and ironic thing.

He never thought about being a doctor, so naturally he didn't study the direction of camellia medicine too much, and many times later, he just loved the appearance of camellia purely.

Until now, the appearance of camellia has attracted him quite a lot.

For example, there are more than a dozen camellia plants planted in this garden.

They come in a variety of shapes and colors.

Single-petaled, double-petaled, hexagonal, octagonal......

Jet black, pure white, light red, deep red.

Blooming with each other and dotted among the lush turquoise foliage, they are not just the focal point of the square inch, nor are they limited to the characteristics of one color.

The blackest and deepest ink camellia exudes the characteristics of a thousand feet of clear pools under the scorching sun, shimmering and reflecting the sunlight at the same time.

The crimson camellia, but the stamen is also a little white, just like the fairy in the sky kneaded the white clouds and red glow into one place, with the tencel as the thread, woven into a light silk.

The color that best suits itself is the white camellia.

Like splashing droplets, it is crystal clear and cool, and it penetrates people's hearts.

But it's also the one with the most possibilities.

White is the easiest to change, to be assimilated, a little ink splashed, it can be called black, a little blood stained, it can become red.

At this moment, Liu Chengfeng was staring intently at the white camellia closest to him.

Many years have passed, even if the beautiful woman in the city still only looks at the appearance and does not notice anything else, even if it is very attractive in itself, boredom will always inevitably arise.

Liu Chengfeng, who was staring at the white camellia, had no intention of getting tired in his eyes.

This undoubtedly means that he has penetrated from the outside to the inside, and has found more meaning in the passage of time.

Those are as mysterious and strange meanings as the Tao.

You can only understand it by heart, not directly by words.

He finally understood why she had been smiling and not getting tired of asking her to watch yarrow all day long.

It's not that I don't answer, but I don't know where to start.

It's like he doesn't want to go back to the mountains and forests with her and the child, but it has been difficult to really put it into action.

He actually really resembles her.

But it's a pity that no matter how much they once looked, they can still see each other's figures in the mirror.

......

"Alas!"

With a sigh, Liu Chengfeng finally got up.

The moment he got up, all the camellias in the courtyard seemed to be pulled by him, moved with him, and even "lived"!

Suddenly there were a few points of light in the turquoise leaves, and in an instant they were already red, dazzling like sparks.

But see the red camellia with its unique red from the courtyard to the world, like the morning glow, blooming out, three camellia lead out of thousands of miles of red clouds, overwhelming!

Ink tea followed, but instead of rushing to the sky, but centered on the original location, a large ink pool was opened, in the pool water, flowers and plants grew wildly, and in the blink of an eye, the camellia had regenerated ink lotus, and the lotus petals fluttered with the wind, blowing wrinkled waves, undulating.

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All kinds of camellia have moved, only the white pure color camellia without a trace of impurities is still silent.

Liu Chengfeng was not surprised, but picked the pure white camellia in a chuckle and held it in the palm of his hand, and the pure white camellia that had left the soil and underground water source did not seem to be affected, and it was still blooming luxuriantly, clean and flawless.

There is no struggle or malaise after the fish are out of the water.

Dressed in a Confucian green shirt moving with the wind, Liu Chengfeng smiled warmly, his palm flat, allowing the surrounding air flow to soak into each petal.

A completely different scene from the red clouds on the horizon and an ink pool on the ground.

The years are quiet.

But it didn't last long.

Because in addition to Liu Chengfeng, there was a second person in this courtyard.

The wind and dust are coming.

His breathing rate was obviously much faster than Liu Chengfeng's, and he had obviously traveled a long way, but the composure and calmness on his face were not inferior to Liu Chengfeng's, and he seemed to have a kind of preemptive confidence.

He didn't ruin the scene rashly, nor did he immediately express his intentions after he appeared.

It's just that when a person suddenly appears in another person's world, no matter how much he pays attention to etiquette and how much respect he gives to the other person, this behavior itself is a kind of nuisance.

The key lies in the control of the degree.

If the degree of this is just right, then the nuisance may also get friends.

Otherwise, it is to attract opponents and enemies for yourself.

......

Two men with the same rich experience and emotional twists and turns looked at each other, their eyes meeting in the courtyard.

Qin Cang's appearance broke the tranquility created by the pure white camellia.

But it adds another layer of tranquility in a silent way.

And Liu Chengfeng's eyes are like the leading wolf under the moonlit night, so sharp that they seem to be able to tear off the entire quiet starry sky!

His attire was that of an elegant scribe.

Put the two together, it seems to be very mismatched.

Qin Cang did not show a look of surprise.

Because he knew that a scribe did not mean that he was really as weak as he seemed.

The powerless scholar can still use the pen as a knife to kill people invisibly, how can Liu Chengfeng, who is still a hegemon in essence at this moment, be weak? !

He is just using such a costume to commemorate his past, and then using such a look to express his heart.

If Qin Cang couldn't look him directly into his eyes, he wouldn't be able to touch his heart, and naturally he wouldn't be able to find the answer he wanted.

In an instant, before they could talk, they were already fighting.

Heavenly Demon Willow Riding the Wind, it is indeed worthy of this heavenly word!

It's just that when it comes to his eyes, Qin Cang, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, could make Xing Wusheng, the judge of the Huangquan Palace, feel afraid and uneasy, and now that he was already asking, how could he still stand still?

Sure enough.

This eye exchange lasted less than three breaths before ending with Liu Chengfeng's surprise.

Although fear and surprise are completely different concepts, it is really not a reassuring thing for a person who can have such terrifying attainments in his eyes to quietly bypass the guardian power of many Heavenly Demon Sects and meet him head-on in this courtyard.

"I should have been happy with a friend from afar, but Your Excellency's eyes are too unusual, and the purpose must be even more unusual. ”

After all, he is the strongest of the Eight Demon Gates, and he has a superhuman mood and demeanor, and the surprised mood only appeared for a short moment, Liu Chengfeng's expression returned to calm, and he said to Qin Cang.

Qin Cang, who had not yet gotten rid of the dust, patted his sleeve and said with a light smile: "The courtyard is full of camellia, and the host is not happy to be a guest, thank you for the hospitality of the lord of Liumen." ”

Liu Chengfeng said: "Although the camellia is fragrant, not everyone can smell it, if you want to stay here, you have to report your identity." ”

As if feeling reasonable, Qin Cang nodded slightly, and then saluted Liu Chengfeng with a fist: "Scattered Qin Yijian, I have seen the Lord of the Liu Sect." ”

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