I Am Immortal

  Chapter 7 Huang Liang wakes up from a dream

  The lingering rhyme of the piano sound is endless, scattered into the wind, Qi Wuhuo raised his eyes 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 walking out of the sedan chair.

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

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

  The eyes flowed, shining brightly.

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

  Before the big exam, the students used to go to the mountains to play, and they also went to Taoist temples in various places to pray for their big exam and get 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.

  I heard that it is very effective, and those who come here to pray, nine out of ten will be able to gain something.

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

  The main hall enshrines the goddess. 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. 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 is exactly the same as the one he saw every night!

  The Taoist priest next to him stopped when he saw Qi Wuhuo, 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 title of this goddess, so I haven't offered incense."

  The priest smiled and replied:

   "Goddess Qiongyu."

  Qi Wuhuo nodded slowly, with his back straight, he inserted the incense into the incense burner:

   "Qiongyu..."

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 was originally a daughter of your family, and I died because of being framed by others. Because I practiced orthodox exercises when I was young, I have never died. After practicing for several years, I have become a hundred miles away, so I met the king."

  Qi Wuhuo frowned slightly: "Mountain god... god..."

   "Is it really possible to live forever?"

  Qiong Yu 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 mind that I got in the Fanxia Cave back then, and I passed it on to you, as if it were an acquaintance between you and me."

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

  A mysterious and mysterious, indescribable and indescribable charm flowed into the center of his brows, and his spirit shook slightly, and it had already dissipated.

  It felt like a split second, but when I opened my eyes, it was already the next morning, my clothes were covered with morning dew, and I couldn't see my old friend.

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

  Seven years later, when Qi Wuhuo was twenty-five years old, he was promoted to the supervisory censor, and then at the age of thirty-six, he returned to Beijing and was promoted to be a living roomer, who also signed the Zhi Zhi Gao.

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 term of office, he was transferred to Bianzhou Jiedushi. At the age of forty-six, 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. During the reign of the emperor of the human race, whose name was Shenwu, he was fighting against the Yaozu. 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 20 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.

  Opened up more than 900 miles of border crossings, built three cities and suppressed the impact of the monster race 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 given a sign to enter Beijing again.

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 years later, Qi Wuhuo was almost the number one celebrity in the world, but suddenly there were rumors that he colluded with the generals on the frontier in order to plot wrongdoing. After being 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 celebrity in the world in a cloth robe just ate a bowl of rice porridge indifferently, his eyes swept away calmly, and the dozens of people The cruel officials stopped.

   Then tie it up calmly.

  Because of his great achievements and fame, he was not killed, but exiled in the wilderness.

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 deposed me, and asked his son to rehabilitate me? It's nothing more than a combination of grace and power, using me as a sword, and the emperor's mind."

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

  The white-haired old man still had deep eyes, and said with a faint smile, "It's just boring."

   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 beautiful women."

   "Maybe you can break through the name?"

  The clever 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 things in the world..."

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

  Qi Wuhuo drank and laughed loudly, tired, 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 imperial 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 dead.

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

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

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

   "Seventy years of mess."

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

   Seventy years of chaos...

  Qi Wuhuo 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 walked 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 **** 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 are still the same as before."

  Qi Wuhuo sighed with emotion, suddenly smiled and said:

   "Is it possible to live forever in this world?"

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

   But the mood of the 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 white-haired and gray-faced old man 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 one song is finished, the mountain peak remains the same.

  Suddenly think of the experience when I was young, and it is impossible to go back. What is the reason for chasing fame and fortune in the past seventy years? What is it for? Qi Wuhuo played the piano and whispered:

  "In seventy years of chaos, the east wall hits the west wall."

   "Now pack up and come back..."

   "Still, the water is in the sky."

  The end of the song is exhausted, the eyes are closed and the soul is scattered.

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

   is also, melancholy.

  Suddenly, someone pushed his shoulder hard.

  It was like stepping into a cliff and falling in a dream, 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, you can 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 when?"

  Raised his hand and pointed at the stove, steam was rising, and he replied:

   "It's noon."

   "The snow hasn't stopped falling."

   "Huangliang rice will be ready for a while."

  (end of this chapter)