Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 100 Li Zijun returns to Beijing, this Taoist fruit is called 'Qiu Dian'

The autumn wind drunken the building, and the turmoil finally subsided.

Looking at the pure golden sword and the Tianshui Mountain disciples kneeling on the ground, Hall Master Li and others just breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

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After a while, Hall Master Li finally regained his composure. He propped himself up with trembling arms, his face filled with gratitude, and limped towards Mr. Lu.

Behind him were a group of Emei disciples, all of whom walked up to Lu Chenran and bowed deeply:

"From the entrance to Emei Hall, thank you Mr. Wan for your help."

Hall Master Li took a deep breath, walked towards Lu Chenran with an apologetic look, and said bitterly:

"Mr. Lu, what happened today is really unpredictable. I didn't know that such a thing would happen, which ruined Mr. Lu's happiness. I completely relied on Mr. Lu to help me. I can't repay my life-saving grace. This is such a great kindness. I really don’t know how to pay it back.”

"In the future, if there is any use for my Emei Sword Sect, please speak up."

"I will not give up even if I die."

Lu Chenran smiled gently and shook his head:

"There is no need to give up even if I die. Considering Shui Longyin's affection, it is natural for Lu to help."

"It's getting late today, so Lu won't bother the hall master anymore."

Hua Dianluo sat quietly in the corner, looking at the pure golden sword with a complicated expression.

The night wind blew through the crane paper window and blew her high ponytail. She pursed her lips and hesitated:

"Mr. Lu."

Brother Lu couldn't say that sentence after all.

She felt unworthy.

Maybe he was injured and weak, maybe he didn't have the courage to face Xu Wudao with his sword.

For the first time, Hua Tianluo felt that there was something wrong with her Taoist heart, and she instantly sank to the bottom.

Obviously they are not much different in age, she has always claimed to be the number one swordsman among the younger generation. At the age of 28, she has a strong body and internal energy, but the disciple of Tianshui Mountain suddenly appears, but Hua Tianluo discovers it. , the sword bone that he has always regarded as his pride, the so-called 'genius' status, when facing these people, is like a window made of paper, which can be broken with one stab.

In the hands of Brother Lu, the Water Dragon Song really showed its original posture. But how could a person like him be qualified to hold the 'Thinking of Parting'?

Lu Chenran looked slightly startled, looking at the girl standing quietly in front of him.

The high-spirited posture of the past is a little less, and a little more depressed.

He sighed slightly, walked forward, leaned down, put his hands on his knees, and looked at her gently:

"Flower Girl, what's wrong?"

Hua Dianluo pursed her lips, lowered her head slightly, shook her head, covered her chest and said softly:

"I don't know either. I just feel pain in my heart."

This gap is like the end of the world. After meeting Mr. Lu, I can comfort myself with the gap of years. But after meeting her peers, her inability to resist at all, and her knees that succumbed to the pressure of a sword, had already created an irreparable crack in the heart of this beautiful girl.

After Lu Chenran considered it for a moment, he pointed at the Tianshui Mountain disciple kneeling in front of the golden sword:

"Do you think you can't compare to them?"

Hua Dianluo opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end she just nodded dully.

Lu Chenran looked at her silently, then sat down cross-legged beside her and said softly:

"In fact, people are all the same. It is difficult to let go of what they already have, whether it is money, beauty and youth, or the so-called "genius" status they once had."

"Pride and inferiority are like two sides of a big coin. If there is one side, there must be the other side. Just like a shooting star, it flashes in an instant and then disappears into the sky."

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Hua Tianluo listened quietly, sitting against the corner with her knees bent.

Then, she silently took off the ancient long sword that had been tied to her waist. With trembling hands, she handed over the "Sibie Li" that once revealed her identity as the number one swordsman in the world. Her voice was hoarse. :

"Mr. Lu, this junior is not qualified to hold this sword."

"I would like to dedicate this sword to Mr. Lu to carry forward the spirit of our sword sect."

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Lu Chenran's eyes stared at her calmly. He did not take the sword, but stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of rice that fell on her hair, and said lightly:

"Are you ready to give up kendo?"

Hua Dianluo looked at him with dull eyes, her pupils darkened and lost their luster.

That kneeling made her hands no longer able to hold the sword.

Lu Chenran's eyes shone slightly and continued to speak:

"If you fail to learn swordsmanship, fail to learn books, fail to learn moral integrity, fail to learn articles, fail to learn immortality, Buddhism, agriculture, or gardening, the world will call you a prodigal! A waste! A recalcitrant citizen! A dull scholar! A drowsy man. Han! It’s time to die for the old charm!!”

"Do you want this to happen for the rest of your life?"

There were a few faint tears in Hua Dianluo's eyes, her cattail-like eyelashes were blinking slightly, and a somewhat miserable smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Along the way, she walked with passion and sword for half a week.

He has smashed countless demons and ghosts, seen a variety of worlds, and met Mr. Lu in the Longxiao Palace on the bottom of the sea, who cut off a hundred-foot reef with one sword. In his chest, the fiery Taoist heart and yearning for the way of the sword have almost reached the level of To the point of craving.

The acquired peak of less than twenty years old is the realm that countless knights and knights dream of.

She originally thought that what she was carrying on her shoulders was the honor and disgrace of the Emei Sword Sect for hundreds of years. This "Sibie", which symbolized the glory and glory of the Emei Sword Sect, would bloom in her hands, a swordsmanship that had not been seen in this world for a hundred years. luster.

But just now - she knelt down.

Kneeling in front of Xu Wudao, he couldn't even think of resisting in his mind.

She heard Xu Wudao's words very clearly. The sword in her hand was the most precious sword in the world, the sword that Patriarch Xi Qingyi once wielded. She found that her thin shoulders could no longer carry it.

He cannot bear the honor and disgrace of the Sword Sect, nor can he bear the expectations of his ancestor for his descendants.

If Patriarch Xi Qingyi knew that the sword he was once proud of ended up on the kneeling girl, he would probably hate him for not fighting and be angry with his descendants for being unfilial.

Thinking of this, big tears slid down his cheeks and fell on the corner of his mouth, feeling a bit unspeakable bitterness. The crack in his heart was completely irreparable. The choked words were mixed with a bit of a miserable smile:

"Mr. Lu's sword is too heavy."

"I really can't afford to hold a sword in the future."

This young girl who was known as the number one swordsman in the Emei Sword Sect, at this moment, her Taoist heart was completely shattered.

Lu Chenran looked at her quietly, looking at this energetic heroine who once followed him and always had a smile on her lips.

Then he stretched out his sleeves, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly:

"Are you giving up?"

Hua Dianluo nodded, but then shook her head. There were tears on her beautiful cheeks. She didn't know what to say, but the way she choked made her feel distressed.

Lu Chenran said calmly:

"Hua Di Luo, you must be a person who has been at the very top of the sword since you were a child."

Hua Dianluo slowly raised her head, not knowing why Mr. Lu suddenly mentioned this.

Lu Chenran stood up slowly, pointed at the Emei disciples who were standing quietly in the hall, looking at her with complicated eyes, and said softly:

"So you can't understand it at all."

"In the world of Dazhou, you stand at the top of the mountain of swordsmanship talent. As someone who has never been defeated in your life, with an arrogance that is almost incomprehensible to ordinary people, you look at those peers who have been defeated by your sword."

"You don't know how they climbed up the mountain of Kendo step by step at the foot of the mountain that is a hundred and eighty thousand miles away from you, so you don't understand why they staggered along the way. ."

"Flower Girl, what I said is right."

"If that's the case, then Lu feels that you are indeed not qualified to take charge of this matter."

Hua Tianluo lowered his head and silently listened to Mr. Lu's words.

He knew that Mr. Lu was talking about him. She once stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at everyone with arrogance. Now it was just her turn to come to the foot of the mountain, and she collapsed.

The tears at the corners of his eyes condensed into lines, and he burst into tears.

Lu Chenran stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on her face again, but the more he wiped, the more tears appeared on her face. Huadianluo threw herself into his arms and cried loudly.

Lu Chenran sighed, a hint of gentleness flashed in his eyes, and patted her back gently:

"Cry, just cry!"

I don’t know when, the light in the corridor slowly dissipated.

In the hall, there were only a few candlelights that had not been extinguished, floating softly.

Hua Dianluo's mood gradually calmed down, and she slowly stood up from Lu Chenran's arms. Her long ponytail hair spread out and stuck with her teardrops.

Lu Chenran stood up, spontaneously pulled out a gold pen, and then drew a silkworm cocoon in the void in front of her.

——This silkworm cocoon shines brightly in the corridor.

Lu Chenran leaned down, looked at her gently, stretched out his hand, and handed over the cocoon in his palm.

Hua Tianluo looked at the silkworm cocoon in her hand silently and asked softly:

"Mr. Lu, is this for me?"

Lu Chenran nodded.

Then he slowly stood up and walked slowly out of the hall.

Behind him, mist continued to condense, and then this mist spread here.

Then, a faint voice slowly floated here:

"Hall Master Li, those who died in this disaster must not bury their bodies in coffins. They only need to lay them flat on the bed. Lu Mou will go and pray to the city god here."

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To protect, we must protect to the end.

This time, the fate with the Emei Sword Sect was over.

After the words fell, Lu Chenran's figure slowly disappeared.

Hall Master Li listened blankly, then his face suddenly became happy, he bowed his hands and said:

"Thank you Mr. Lu."

Hua Dianluo held the golden silkworm cocoon in his hand and stared blankly at the figure disappearing between heaven and earth.

"Mr. Lu"

Hall Master Li looked at the cocoon in Hua Dianluo's hand with a complicated expression, and sighed:

"Tian Luo, you must accept this great gift from Mr. Lu."

"It's very heavy."

Hua Dianluo silently put it on her chest, feeling the warmth.

It is a cocoon, filled with pain and despair, but ultimately transformed into a burning hope and a glorious future.

Maybe your Taoist heart is broken at this moment, leaving you devastated, maybe setbacks will make people despair, but flowers always bloom brightly in the most difficult soil.

At any time and anywhere, you can choose to start over and wait for the cocoon to burst open and become a butterfly.

Hua Dianluo took a deep breath, and then knelt on the ground. There was a faint glow in the dark pupils.

She kowtowed slowly:

"Dianluo already has a master in front of him, so he can no longer accept Mr. Lu as his master."

"But when I meet Mr. Lu after that, I will definitely practice the etiquette of a teacher and treat him as a teacher."

The road in your heart may still be bumpy.

The previous kneeling still caused cracks.

Just, this time. It was her turn to stand at the foot of the mountain and look up at the people on the mountain.

As far as the eye can see, there are only the distant places of martial arts that are rarely visited by people, and the people standing side by side, the peak of swordsmanship that can only be counted on one's fingers.

The thought of separation in my hand buzzed and trembled at this moment.

In the chest, the prototype of a Dao Fruit slowly condensed.

This Taoist fruit is called 'Qiu Dian'.

"Hall Master, how should we deal with this Xu Wudao?"

An Emei disciple spoke up.

"Behead him and throw his body into the wilderness"

"Yes."

The Emei disciple raised the long sword in his hand high and was about to stab Xu Wudao when Hua Dianluo stood up slowly and said softly:

"Uncle Master."

"It's up to me to do this sword."

Hall Master Li looked at her doubtfully.

"But, not now."

Hua Dianluo's expression gradually calmed down, and her long, messy hair was fluttering in the wind.

This person is her inner demon.

The knees that I once knelt on wanted to stand upright in front of him one day.

"Uncle, can I leave this piece of farewell in Mr. Lu's thatched cottage tomorrow?"

Hall Master Li looked at her doubtfully, not knowing what she meant.

"I am not worthy of holding it now."

"However, one day in the future, I will definitely take it back from Mr. Lu with my own hands."

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Hall Master Li stared blankly at this young talented girl, and then a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"Separation is yours. How you want to deal with it is yours to deal with."

"It doesn't matter what my uncle said."

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Hua Dianluo clutched Si Farewell tightly, took a deep look at Hall Master Li, then nodded, turned around and disappeared into the busy traffic outside the hall.

Some people are content in their cocoons and live their lives in obscurity. But some people choose to break out of the cocoon and embark on that bumpy road.

That golden silkworm cocoon will one day break out of the cocoon and become a butterfly.

On this day, two interesting pieces of news appeared in Jinling.

First, at the foot of Jishan Mountain, twenty miles away from Jinling, there was a paulownia forest, where countless knights and knights gathered. Only a handful of people could cross the paulownia forest.

Secondly, the best Autumn Wind Drunken Building in Jinling City had a long sword glowing with golden light stuck outside the corridor. Outside the long sword, eleven people were kneeling with ferocious expressions. The heart-rending sound echoed around the world for a long time. scattered.

Drifting snow mixed with drizzle pounded on the eaves, and snowflakes splashed on the stone walls.

Jinling just melted into the mist and rain,

The winter snow wetted the old bluestone road, revealing pure deep green under the sleet and sleet.

Lu Chenran walked slowly in Jinling City under the night.

Just after leaving the flower bed, the title page of the golden book suddenly floated slowly in his mind, and then on the title page of the catalog, writing slowly floated:

【2/】

[One is alone, two is couple, and three is everyone]

【The end of the original flow, then all things are born, the great road is fifty, and the heaven is forty-nine. 】

He looked stunned for a moment, and then it seemed that a golden silkworm cocoon was faintly born in his heart, and the aura of immortal charm slowly floated.

'Is it another Dao fruit? '

There was a wry smile on his lips.

Why don’t I see the fruit of the Tao?

Then he shook his head, not thinking about these things.

Just walking in the direction of home, the vague look in Xiao An and Zhi Zhu's eyes suddenly came to mind.

"It's really troublesome."

With that in mind, he asked an old man selling wontons on the roadside:

"Old man, do you know where I can buy jewelry, necklaces, etc. in Jinling City?"

The old man thought for a while and said:

"Sir, of course it's the Ten Miles Rouge Lane in Jinling City! You can buy everything there."

"Thank you, old man."

"It's just a casual thing, what's there to thank you for?"

After saying goodbye to the old man selling wontons, Lu Chenran followed the address he gave and walked along Rouge Lane.

The streets are wide, and there are restaurants and restaurants along them. They have green tiles and pale walls, and trees like javelins. They are exquisite and beautiful. Pedestrians come and go on the streets like a shuttle.

Because it was getting late, the red lanterns hanging on the shops had already lit up, and we finally arrived at the so-called Rouge Lane.

As its name suggests, you can smell the fragrance of rouge as soon as you enter. The entire Rouge Lane runs through the north and south of Jinling Main Street. There are many wine shops and gourmet shops. It is the best place for people with money and no place to spend time.

When the lanterns first came on, the lights were already bright.

Teahouses, restaurants, casinos, shops, and theaters are all getting popular. Confucian scholars with their hands behind their backs can be seen everywhere along the streets. Taoist priests with immortal aura but furtive eyebrows can also be seen, and there are also people pulling small carts waiting for business.

There are also promiscuous women with thick rouge standing on the street corners soliciting business, all with smiles on their faces, trying their best to invite passers-by into their wells and earn white money.

The aroma of wine in restaurants, the aroma of tea in tea shops, the smell of rouge and gouache in brothels, and the shouts in casinos and theaters stretch for more than ten miles.

After Lu Chenran found a jewelry store, he walked in without thinking.

On the twenty-ninth day of the winter lunar month, dusk fell and the snow fell on the pavilion, rustling.

At the port of Jinling Ferry, gentle waves hit the shore.

A huge merchant ship came from the water, following the shadow of the leaning willow, sailing in the river in Jinling.

At the bow of the ship, a handsome young man in a white shirt stood silently on the bow, looking at the undulating winter water, his bun trembling slightly, and his white ribbon slowly swaying in the evening breeze.

This young man in white shirt has a face that is like a crown jewel. At first glance, it will give people a feeling of spring breeze, and it is inevitable that they will feel a bit close to him. However, the soft golden silk armor under his white shirt reveals everything about it. His noble status is enough to scare away ordinary people.

"My young prince, the wind and snow are cold, please don't let yourself get cold."

A middle-aged man stood silently behind her, holding a bamboo hat in his hand and placing it on the man's head.

Li Zijun smiled gently and said:

"Uncle Liu has just recovered from a serious illness. You should take care of yourself. I'm wearing thick clothes, so it'll be fine."

"Thank you for your concern, young prince."

Uncle Liu smiled kindly, but there was a hint of heartache in his eyes.

After parting ways with Mr. Lu in Jiamu County, the young prince's body became thinner day by day, his cheeks became paler, and he no longer played his favorite zheng.

Li Zijun silently looked at the grand scene of Shangjing in front of him. The crowds of people and the busy traffic were intertwined in it, just like a beautiful scroll under the setting sun.

She spent the first half of her life trapped in Jinling City.

Returning to Beijing after thousands of miles away, I should have been excited, but there was someone missing around me, and my heart felt inexplicably blocked.

'Brother Lu lied to me. '

No matter how beautiful the scenery in front of me was, there was no such person by my side after all, and all kinds of feelings arose in my heart for a while.

'I obviously said I would catch up. '

The golden-red sunset outlines her face, which can be painted.

In a few days, she will be crowned, bid farewell to the capital, and go to the so-called Sichuan-Sichuan fiefdom.

I vaguely remember her poems written by wild geese and written by fishes.

He was about to go home. When his father wrote back, he was filled with concern and joy in the letter, as well as the pendant on his chest that was vaguely mentioned in the letter.

It was given to the Li family by the imperial master. When she was pregnant, Li Zijun had no daughter in the world, and only the young prince remained. When they parted that day, she tried to muster up the courage several times. , prove his identity with him.

But she also knew clearly in her heart, what would happen if she said it?

What you get is nothing more than this friend.

What more could you ask for? Even she was doubting it.

The worries will be buried soon, but Brother Lu still knows nothing about it.

I woke up from my dreams several times and subconsciously looked for the man sitting in the carriage, calmly reading a book. However, when I saw the empty carriage, my heart was immediately filled with a sudden emptiness.

"Little Prince, Little Prince"

Uncle Liu's voice suddenly reached her ears, pulling her out of her trance.

"The merchant ship has arrived and is about to disembark."

"what--"

Li Zijun nodded, turning his face to the side and silently looking at the people facing him, he casually pulled off the white ribbon on his head, letting the green silk flow like a waterfall, fluttering in the evening breeze.

"let's go."

"Yes."

The official driver to welcome the young prince back to the capital has been waiting on the pier for a long time.

The sun has not yet set, and the steward of the Prince's Mansion is standing at the front.

As the merchant ship docked, the crowd on the shore soon became commotion. The gentry organized a gong and drum troupe to make loud noises. The sound of firecrackers was densely connected, and smoke was everywhere.

The merchant ship's pedals were lowered slowly, and the people accompanying them got off the ship first, then moved left and right like a goose's wings.

Suddenly there was a chaotic shouting from the pier:

"Welcome the young prince back to the capital!"

"It's been such a hard journey. I humbly welcome the young prince."

Li Zijun frowned slightly, then walked down, glanced at the steward, and said:

"Why did it create such a big scene? You know I don't like it."

The steward was a little embarrassed, and he knew it in his heart, but the etiquette was indispensable. If the young prince returned to the capital and there was no welcoming team, how would Jinling view the young prince?

The cooks on the dock were busy moving the goods.

"Little prince, where should we go next?"

Uncle Liu smiled.

Li Zijun raised his head and looked at the sky, and then said softly:

"Let's go back to the mansion first."

"Well, if I pass by Rouge Lane, I want to stop by and buy some things first."

(End of this chapter)