I am immortal.

Chapter 7
The lingering rhyme of the piano sound was scattered into the wind, and Qi Wuhuo looked up and saw it.

The evening wind blows wildly, and the slanting moon is in the forest.

Immediately, a girl about sixteen or seventeen years old was seen stepping out of the sedan chair.

Crown jade lotus, covered with purple gauze, pedied red jade, swaying phoenix.

Bright eyes and bright wrists, graceful steps, and a charming touch, which has never been seen before.

The light in the eyes flowed, shining brightly.

Qi Wuhuo looked calm and calm, asked for her name, the girl told the truth, she called herself Qiongyu, the two were still inseparable, they thought they were close friends, several months passed like this.

Before the big exam, the students also went to the mountains to play, and also went to Taoist temples in various places to pray for their big exam and win a lottery.

Qi Wuhuo followed his friends to the most famous Dingyan Peak outside the capital. The highest place is a Taoist temple, which enshrines the legendary goddess.

It is said that it is very effective, and those who come here to pray will get something in all likelihood.

Qi Wuhuo twirled three sticks of incense and stepped into the hall.

The main hall enshrines the goddess, and the face of the goddess is covered with a layer of tulle. The whole hall is so high that it is almost invisible to the naked eye, and Qi Wuhuo has no interest in seeing the face of the so-called goddess.

It's just that when he was about to offer incense, his eyes glanced to one side, but his expression suddenly froze. Others followed their eyes to look, but saw that there was a maid next to the priestess of the main hall, wearing blue clothes and holding Hold Ruyi, double hair, bright and cunning smile.

Qi Wuhuo stared at the maid in blue.

The charm of his face was exactly the same as the one he saw every night!
Seeing Qi Wuhuo, the Taoist chief stopped and asked:
"Young master, why don't you burn incense, but stand here?"

Qi Wuhuo's expression remained unchanged, he just said:
"I don't know the honorific title of this goddess, so I haven't offered incense yet."

The priest smiled and replied:

"Goddess Qiongyu."

Qi Wuhuo nodded slowly, with his back straight, and inserted the incense into the incense burner:
"Qiong Yu..."

It was the same night that he was at the same place where he met in the past. When he saw his friend again, the latter came to say goodbye to him, and said with emotion: "Originally we only met friends with the qin, but since the young master knows my identity, then the relationship between us It will be very difficult to communicate on an equal basis.”

"I am originally a daughter of your family. I died because of being framed by someone. I practiced the orthodox exercises when I was young, so I never died. After practicing for several years, I became a yin god, so I met the king."

Qi Wuhuo frowned slightly: "The mountain god... the gods..."

"Is it really possible to live forever?"

Qiongyu shook her head and said:
"It's not considered longevity, it's just like a ghost, just living."

"With your talent, you will surely become famous all over the world in the future."

"This volume is the method of nourishing the spirit that I got in the Fanxia Cave back then, and I passed it on to you, as if it were you and me who met once."

The girl reached out and touched Qi Wuhuo's eyebrows.

A mysterious and mysterious, indescribable and indescribable charm flowed into his eyebrows, and his spirit shook slightly, and it had already dispersed.

He obviously felt that in an instant, he opened his eyes, but it was already the next morning, his clothes were covered with morning dew, and he couldn't see the old man in front of him, he turned and left after a long time of regret.

Later, Qi Wuhuo won the imperial examination in one fell swoop, became a Jinshi, and was appointed as the secretary of the province. Later, because of his straightforward and cold personality, he chose the examination of [systematic subjects] a year later and was transferred to the county captain of Huainan.

Seven years later, when Qi Wuhuo was 25 years old, he was promoted to the supervisory censor, and then when he was 36 years old, he returned to Beijing and was promoted to be a living roomer, who also signed the Zhizhigao.

Three years later, he left Beijing to serve as the governor of Tongzhou, and was promoted to the governor of Zhongzhou. He greeted him and sent him there. Most of his salary is used to help the people.

The people even carved stone tablets for him to record his merits.

After the expiration of his post-term, he was transferred to Bianzhou Jiedushi. At the age of 46, he was signed into the imperial city and served as Jingzhaoyin of the imperial city.

During this period, the family and the country were restless, the emperor of the human race was named Shenwu, and he was fighting against the monsters. The generals of the Zhulong tribe broke into the border and used the method of flying clouds and fog. The general Jiedushi was killed, and someone needed to suppress the situation.

Qi Wuhuo had never formed a party with others, so the task of sending him to death naturally fell on him. He was appointed as Yushi Zhongcheng, and went to command the army. After traveling for more than [-] years, Qi Wuhuo also recognized many heroes. The heroes of war fought bravely, and the brave soldiers died in service. It took several years to smash the demon country.

He opened up more than [-] miles of frontiers, built three cities, and suppressed the impact of the monster clan with the formation of three talents.

After returning triumphantly, his reputation became more and more prosperous, and he was transferred to be the minister of the Ministry of Rites. After accumulating credit, he was promoted to be the Minister of the Ministry of Households and the Doctor of the Royal History. .

The prime minister was jealous, and under the secret gossip, Qi Wuhuo was demoted and released as the governor. At this time, there was still a sense of injustice in his heart. When he played the piano alone in the yard, he would hold down the strings and hold the string for a long time. He sighed aloud, and in the conversation, he seemed extremely unconvinced, and he was very resentful towards rape.

Three years later, Qi Wuhuo was sent to Beijing again by sign.

This time Qingming was very famous, and he was appointed as a member of Tong Zhongshu's sect, with great power, and he was in charge of the government together with Zhongshu Ling and the servant, but when he entered Beijing this time, he was in a sluggish mood. He once sighed with his friends. :
"When I was famous, the emperor suppressed me and supported the prime minister. Now that the prime minister is powerful, he calls me back."

"I found two other people to check and balance with me."

"Above this court, they are all just pawns of the emperor. Even if they want to do something for the people, they have to intrigue."

"Speaking of which, when I was young, my family didn't have much money, and I only lived under a small mountain, but I farmed by myself in spring, went to the mountains to enjoy the cool breeze in summer, and all kinds of wild fruits in autumn. too much."

"It's like a dream to go up the mountain to collect firewood when I was young and carefree. I want to go back to when I was a teenager, playing the piano and talking with you by the bamboo forest. I really want to go back, but how can this be possible?" Can I go back? How can I go back..."

Qi Wuhuo felt melancholy beyond words.

A few more years later, Qi Wuhuo was already the No. 1 scholar in the world, but suddenly there were rumors that he colluded with the generals on the frontier in order to plot against him. As soon as he was put into the imperial prison, Qi Wuhuo's expression was cold and peaceful, and he no longer cared about these things.

When those cruel officials with sharp knives and chains kicked open the door and came in, the No. 1 soldier in the world, who was dressed in cloth robes, just ate a bowl of rice porridge indifferently, his eyes swept away peacefully, and the wind was calm, and he had already wiped out the dozens of people. Famous cruel officials live in it.

Then take it easy.

Because of his great achievements and fame, he was not killed, but exiled to the barren land.

When the next emperor came to the throne, he immediately rehabilitated Qi Wuhuo, summoned him to the capital, served as the secretary, served as the Duke of Qi, and made him the wife of the eldest princess, but Qi Wuhuo declined politely. :

"The old emperor is dying, and he will leave a sword for the next emperor."

"So he deposes me and asks his son to rehabilitate me? Using both kindness and power, using me as a sword, the emperor's mind is nothing more than that."

The young man said: "Imperial power is so high, sir, are you frightened?"

The white-haired old man still had deep eyes, and said with a faint smile, "I just feel bored."

Immediately ignoring the boy's faint fear, he just asked plainly:
"You don't like money and sex, you don't like luxury, you don't like beauties."

"Maybe you can find out the word of the name?"

The bright and handsome boy replied after a long time: "The student is young, and he has never traveled through the world of mortals and seen all the world..."

"A word of name, broken in this life."

Qi Wuhuo drank and laughed, exhausted, waved his sleeves to order his disciples to come out.

After the disciple walked out, he hurried to the palace, and told all Qi Wuhuo's words. The emperor is always majestic, and no one knows the turmoil in the heart of the young emperor. However, the later unofficial history only used simple words to record this incident. The struggle and result in the heart of the Japanese emperor.

Emperor fear.

Send out the guards.

By the time these armored guards rushed into the luxurious mansion, the old man was already sitting safely in the room with his eyes closed, his aura was as deep as an abyss, and no one dared to move.

But he was out of breath.

He was famous all over the world, and the many treasures rewarded by his family are unknown; and the chariots, horses, fields and houses are even more numerous.

The mansion is empty, and on the wall, there is only a poem.

Qi Wuhuo, outspoken, outspoken, not fond of poetry, rarely kept, this is the only sentence, it is a look back at his life in official life.

"70 years of mess."

The cruel official suddenly felt that these six words were full of sadness.

70 years of mess...

Qi Wuhuo's soul walked out of the outer city of the capital. He practiced the method of nourishing the soul. When he died, his soul was still there. He had traveled a hundred miles in one step. He saw the prosperity of the world, but the house where he studied hard was already dilapidated.

The mountain god Qiongyu, whom he had seen when he was young, appeared, as if he knew that Qi Wuhuo's fate was over, and his eyes were filled with sadness. At this moment, Qi Wuhuo had white hair and old age spots on his face, but Qiongyu was still the same. As seen decades ago, Qingli is like a fairy goddess.

"I'm old enough to be like this, but you're still like that."

Qi Wuhuo sighed with emotion, suddenly smiled and said:
"In this world, is it possible to live forever?"

This is the only meeting in decades, and the inquiry is the same as before.

But the sentiment of inquiry is quite different.

The girl replied: "The flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, you can see it but you can't get it."

The old man with white hair and pale face plays the piano, the rhyme of the piano has moved the mountain scenery, making the sea of ​​clouds billow, and he has almost entered the Tao. After finishing a song, the mountain peak remains the same.

Suddenly, I thought of my childhood experience, and it is impossible to go back. What is the reason for these 70 years of chasing fame and wealth?What is it for?Qi Wuhuo played the piano and whispered:
"In the past 70 years, it has been a mess, and the east wall has hit the west wall."

"Now pack up and come back..."

"Still, the water is even blue."

At the end of the song, everyone is exhausted, and the soul is scattered when the eyes are closed.

Only the mountains remain the same, and the water flows continuously, just like in those days.

Also, melancholy.

Suddenly, someone pushed his shoulder hard.

As if in a dream, he stepped into a cliff and fell, covered in cold sweat.

Qi Wuhuo shuddered, opened his eyes suddenly, was in a trance, saw an old man pointing at himself, and said with a smile: "Boy, just dream when you dream, why do you look like you are about to cry?"

Qi Wuhuo was at a loss for a long time:
"Where is this? Yes, when is it?"

The old man laughed and scolded: "You don't even recognize your family?"

"As for the time?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the stove, steam was rising, and he replied:

"It's noon."

"The snow hasn't stopped."

"The yellow rice will be ready for a while."

(End of this chapter)