Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 102 "Brother Lu can't give me what I want."

Why are the falling snowflakes not her life? Although beautiful, it is only a moment of youth.

Like a drop of still water without ripples, when no one is alone, you look at your face silently in the bronze mirror.

Her allure is lonely and destined to be unappreciated by anyone.

"Can you spend some time with me during this time?"

"I want to take Brother Lu to visit Jinling."

Li Zijun looked at Lu Chenran quietly.

Lu Chenran looked at her in surprise. The falling snow fell on her cheeks, reflecting a hint of consent that he couldn't understand, and a kind of sadness that he didn't understand.

This young master, who is always as calm as jade, is a little melancholy.

"it is good."

So Lu Chenran smiled gently.

There were still ten days before the Immortal's sermon on Bulxian Mountain was held on the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month. Ever since he conquered Fox Mountain, he had been constantly on the road or meditating silently, almost never having a moment's rest.

Now that we have reached the foot of the mountain, we simply let go of our worries.

"Thank you, Brother Lu."

Li Zijun pursed his lips and spoke softly.

Her voice is very soft, and the smile on her cheeks is very light, but she usually feels too taciturn and too gentle. Compared with the two, this softness and lightness still make people feel dazzling and radiant.

Lu Chenran looked at her smile silently.

In his eyes, this 'Zhu Yingtai's' smile was breathtakingly beautiful.

Did she - have feelings for herself?

Lu Chenran sighed in his heart. If his aunt had not already engraved it deeply in his heart, he might not be really moved at this moment.

It's a pity that from the moment he opened his eyes and saw the snow fox, that flash of surprise was like a flower in the valley, blooming in his heart.

"Brother Lu, I will go to the fiefdom after the new year, and I may never come back again."

The two of them just wandered along the bluestone path, breathing in the wet wind coming from the river.

This night is a suitable place for walking and chatting.

Li Zijun's clothes were a little thin, with his arms folded, he raised his head and looked up at the messy star shadows scattered on the sky. It was a star river that started from Mount Buhan and ran through the entire sky of Jinling.

"Will Brother Lu forget me?"

Her long hair floats on the banks of the Qinhuai River where the snow dances.

Lu Chenran took off his clothes, put them on her thin shoulders, and said gently:

"How could I forget? You are my first friend."

Li Zijun stared at him with complicated eyes, tightly clutching the clothes still carrying his warmth.

--why?

Why should you be so gentle to yourself?

Why see him in the north?

You have obviously persisted for nineteen years, why did you meet him at the last moment?

Friends, friends!

She clenched her silver teeth tightly, with a bitter look on the corner of her mouth, and turned her head away slightly. At this moment, her chest was full of unwillingness.

Damn friend!

At this moment, the steward of the Prince's Mansion coughed slightly, took an inappropriate step forward, walked half a step behind Li Zijun, and said respectfully:

"My young prince, it's getting late and it's time to return home. Your prince is still waiting for you."

Li Zijun turned around sharply.

For the first time, a trace of unspeakable anger appeared on the face that was always gentle and elegant. He clenched his fists tightly and shouted:

"It's getting late? Where is it getting late?!?"

"I've been away from Beijing for half a year, is there still a little time left?"

"Shouldn't I have a little more of my own life?! Can't you just leave me a little time?!"

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The sound echoed throughout the world, attracting countless people to stare blankly.

The steward stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

He didn't understand why the young prince, who had always been gentle, suddenly became so angry with him. A cold sweat suddenly flowed down his face, and he knelt down:

"I realize that I was wrong, and please forgive me, young prince."

Li Zijun pursed his lips and looked at the steward kneeling on the ground silently.

The crimson-colored eyelashes fluttered like butterflies, and the eyes cast shadows. Then he took a deep breath, walked towards the steward, helped him up, suppressed the uncontrollable emotions in his heart, and said gently:

"Sorry, I didn't control my emotions."

"I hope the deacon will understand."

She didn't know what was wrong, but the pain in her chest, just like Brother Lu beside her, could not be erased calmly.

The steward quickly shook his head and spoke with fear:

"It's because I didn't notice the young prince's thoughts and didn't do anything about the young prince."

Uncle Liu hurriedly stepped forward, waved away the steward, smoothed things over and said with a smile:

"Young prince, just deal with your own personal affairs."

"Let's take our leave now."

Then he winked at the steward who was kneeling on the ground. He took a deep look at the young prince, and then secretly ordered all the prince's servants to hide in the dark, guard several blind spots, and follow her silently. .

Lu Chenran looked at her with complicated eyes, and then whispered:

"It's like a canary in captivity."

Canary?

Li Zijun smiled bitterly and felt a pain in his chest.

"Maybe, but I don't like the metaphor."

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How could she be a canary?

In Dazhou, she can soar like an eagle, and she can also turn her palms to make clouds and turn her hands to make rain——

"Since Dazhou has given me today's honor, then I have to listen to Dazhou. There is no reason in the world to just ask but not give."

Lu Chenran was silent.

Li Zijun's words are very true. As a young prince, she has enjoyed the honor given to her by the royal family since birth. If the royal family needs her to go somewhere and appease the court, then she has to do so without hesitation.

Everyone in the world is like this. Children who are raised by their parents should be filial to their parents. Students who are taught by their teachers should be respectful to their teachers. Scholars, officials and soldiers should be loyal to the emperor if they receive his salary.

Even the emperor is like this. He has a country and the world, and the emperor has been guarding the country. If one day the world overthrows and the country is destroyed, the king should die in the country.

Give what you get, this is both a principle and a rule.

There is just one sentence hidden in Li Zijun's heart, but he has not said it out:

From the moment she became sensible, her wish was to be a free person. At that time, she was like many young girls in Huaichun, hoping to step out of the high-walled cage, take a look at the wonderful world outside, and then find a husband to live in the world. , go see it together.

This is the life she wants.

The rise and fall of the world, the great affairs of the court, what does she, a woman, have to do with it?

However, after she took the pendant, Li Zijun realized that this world must be reasonable and follow rules. You can't do whatever you want, even if you are a princess and emperor.

For so many years, Li Zijun has actually been working hard to find loopholes in the endless rules, hoping to become a lucky fish that slips through the net.

Li Zijun turned her head and looked at the rippling water of the Qinhuai River. Through the river water, she could see streaks of bright red fish swimming freely. She smiled to herself:

"Brother Lu, human nature is selfish, and I am also a human being."

"Although this surname has given me a lot, and logically speaking, I should repay this surname as it should, but I am still a little unwilling to do so."

Should she be allowed to erase her gender, become a prince with peace of mind, and be trapped in Shu?

Lu Chenran was silent for a long time and said softly:

"Brother Li, what do you want?"

Li Zijun was startled, looked at his serious face, and then said softly:

"Brother Lu can't give me what I want."

She is so greedy.

But compared to the country, compared to the millions of miles of territory of Shu, this little prayer seems so ridiculous.

Lu Chenran was speechless.

The two of them sat quietly on a stone by the river, blowing the evening breeze and looking up at the stars.

Li Zijun leaned towards Lu Chenran without leaving any trace.

A touch of her body fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. He wanted to push it away, but he did not reach out his hand after all, and quietly looked at the Milky Way with her.

"Brother Lu, do you like watching stars?"

As she finished speaking, Lu Chenran thought of the first time they separated, lying quietly on the haystack in Jiamu County, immersed in the picturesque scenery.

At that time, the sky was also dim, and the stars were shining and dazzling.

"like."

Lu Chenran said softly.

Li Zijun found a comfortable position and sat next to Lu Chenran, covered with the gown that belonged to him:

"Actually, I prefer to look at the sky under the setting sun."

"The sky at this time was gray and the lights hadn't been lit yet. I was standing in the darkness, looming like a fish swimming in the sea."

She spoke softly.

The surrounding fields were vast and misty, pavilions and courtyards fell quietly everywhere, and the falling snow fell all over the sky, burying themselves on the two of them, and piled them up, like two snowmen in the deep water clouds.

"fish?"

"Why fish?"

Lu Chenran's hands paused, but he tightened her tight clothes to cover the exposed white and tender collarbone.

Li Zijun raised his head, held up a piece of falling snow that fell in Lu Chenran's hair with both hands, placed it on his lips, and let out a breath.

The palms of my hands are cold, but my breath is warm.

"I once read a storybook, which said that the memory of a fish only lasts seven breaths. After seven breaths, it is no longer the same thing and can start over again - how good is this?"

If some memories could be erased, it would definitely be better for her than now.

Otherwise, how can we go to great lengths to forget?

——Especially you, Brother Lu.

The wind seemed to have stopped at this moment, and only the snowflakes danced more joyfully, lingering around the two of them, like dancing. The snow water soaked Li Zijun's body, and his hair stuck to his cheeks. Not only did he not look embarrassed, but he had a strange beauty.

Their skins were tightly attached to each other through a thin layer of clothes. Her body was so soft, so soft, so light and fragrant, leaning against his arms, like a weightless piece of information.

Lu Chenran took a deep breath, Jinglan's heart beating heavily:

"Brother Li, I met Hua Dianluo, and she said she was your fiancée."

"Ah."

"Aren't you surprised?"

"I won't be surprised by anything Brother Lu sees."

"Don't you want to know who she is?"

"Do not want to."

"Ah."

"Brother Lu, tell me about Butterfly Lovers again."

After a while, Li Zijun spoke softly.

"Haven't you heard it many times?"

"Tell me again."

"All right."

Lu Chenran spoke softly and took the trouble to tell the story for the third time.

The stars and the moon are high, and no sound can be heard.

The lights in the distance are bright and looming, and you can hear the sound of the river lapping against the shore.

Li Zijun listened quietly and lay in his arms.

At this moment, her heart was at peace.

Although I know that all this is just a flash in the pan, the peace of just a moment is as beautiful as the heaven.

"Brother Lu, if you meet that Zhu Yingtai."

She didn't say the next words. She raised her head and looked at him silently with her eyes.

Her words were almost clear. She didn't think Brother Lu couldn't understand, or she thought Brother Lu had already seen through her identity, but he just didn't reveal it.

Lu Chenran's mouth showed a hint of bitterness, and then he said softly:

"I once read a book. It was probably a fairy in the fairy world who ignored the rules of heaven and secretly descended to earth to marry a mortal. He longed for a better life and finally the mortal's life span passed away, leaving the fairy alone."

Li Zijun was silent for a while.

"Then the relationship between them must be very deep."

Lu Chenran nodded.

Li Zijun continued:

"and then?"

Lu Chenran said:

"There is no end. This is an ending that can be seen at a glance. Then why is the fairy immersed in it? In fact, there is no need to sink in this world."

Li Zijun pursed his lips, then slowly stood up and silently covered Lu Chenran's gown.

She took a deep breath, and with this breath, the coldness penetrated her heart.

But a hint of stubbornness flashed through her pupils. She took a deep look at Lu Chenran and said:

"Although it's just a flash in the pan, but - that's a relief."

"If he could do it all over again, that mortal would definitely not regret falling in love with her."

"Brother Lu, it's getting late, I have to leave."

"Can I visit you tomorrow?"

Lu Chenran looked at her for a long time and nodded silently.

How should I deal with this persistent feeling? The more I think about it, the more confused I become.

At this moment, the water dragon lingering behind Lu Chenran trembled and rubbed Li Zijun intimately.

Li Zijun's eyes widened as he looked at the transformed sword. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and stroked its blade.

"Is this the water dragon's chant?"

Lu Chenran nodded.

Li Zijun looked at the sword with confusion for a while, and the pendant on his chest shone faintly.

"Brother Lu, please treat him well."

After finishing his words, this gentle and handsome young man slowly left the Qinhuai River, taking three steps and turning back.

Lu Chenran looked at her back, as gentle as a clear spring, but extremely persistent. Soon, her figure disappeared from his sight.

Lu Chenran sat quietly for a while, patting his head in distress.

Not long after, a layer of mist formed under him and turned into a continuous white cloud.

Lu Chenran looked at the dark sky, the corners of his mouth curved slightly with a bitter arc, and murmured to himself:

"A caged bird?"

“But there’s nothing wrong with pursuing your own happiness, right?”

The clouds slowly floated up, getting higher and higher, higher than the stone walls, higher than the treetops, higher than the eaves, and kept rising in this confused rainy night.

You don’t have to worry about being seen by others.

But if someone saw it, they would really kneel on the ground and shout that the real immortal is still alive.

Lu Chenran stood silently on the top of the clouds, rising straight into the sky. His eyes glowed with golden light, and he could see the Jinling City clearly.

Shangjing at the foot of Buxian Mountain looks like a small box from high in the air.

All living beings living in it are no different from the caged bird, but who in this world is not a caged bird?

Only true immortals can achieve great freedom.

Lu Chenran drove into the clouds beneath the shining stars. He was surrounded by everything, as if he was in a heavy fog, but he just ignored it and climbed higher until he passed through the clouds.

Looking up at the sky, the stars are shining all over the sky.

The galaxy guarding Jinling has always been there.

In his mind, the title page of a golden book shone brightly, and endless spiritual energy poured into his mind crazily.

Lu Chenran stared blankly at the galaxy in front of him, subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it, and a Taoist rhyme flowed through his chest:

[Becoming acquainted with Cangbiantian Xinghe: (1/6000)]

[Between nine fields, the sky changes to the stars]

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At the foot of Jishan Mountain.

A round moon is flying into the sky.

The night in the mountains is extremely clear, and the sickle moon is reflected in the pool, looking at each other.

There was a bonfire flickering in the lee of a hillside. Four young men in uniform were sitting around the bonfire.

There was a half-cooked sheep leaning against the bonfire, with glistening grease dripping underneath it and sparks flying.

"Didn't Xu Wudao go to the Emei Sword Sect to ask for a sword? Why haven't you come back yet?"

"What's there to worry about? Who else in this place can hurt Senior Brother Xu?"

"We are here for training, and we will go back after a while."

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Bili——

The firewood exploded in flames.

The leading man narrowed his eyes, casually cut off a piece of uncooked mutton with the long sword in his hand, put it in his mouth and chewed:

"Maybe, what if those stars intervene?"

One man shook his head:

"That's impossible. If Xingxu dares to take action, will the elder dare to let us in?"

"Speaking of it, this Cangbiantian is really desolate. There are no magical signs, but there are so many treasures, and the spiritual energy is really thick. If I stay here for a longer time, maybe I can really reach the third realm. ."

At this moment, a man hurriedly ran over from a short distance away and said with great joy:

"Brother, guess what I saw?!"

"In another place at the foot of Ji Mountain, there is a fairy trail! I'm afraid it has the effect of concentrating and asking questions, so many people are wandering outside the forest."

Ask Xinlin?

The eyes of the leading man were suddenly filled with surprise.

This kind of magical miracle is not common even in Yanyang Tian. It can help condense the Taoist heart. Although all the junior disciples present have already condensed the Taoist fruit, it is not a bad thing to condense the state of mind again.

"and!"

The man continued:

"After passing through the tung forest, there seems to be a fairy gate!"

"Immortal Gate? Isn't this place extinct for a long time? Where did the Immortal Gate come from?"

The man insisted:

"It must be the Immortal Gate! In front of the gate of the Immortal Mansion, there are eleven first-level monks meditating and practicing!!"

"Are you sure you are not someone else who has experienced it?"

"Definitely not! There is a person inside, and that giant terrifying fruit condensation seems to have vague signs of the prototype of a saint!!"

The leading man took a deep breath, and then a look of greed flashed across his pupils:

"Such a terrifying Dao Fruit, wouldn't it be wasted in this Cangbiantian?"

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(End of this chapter)