mousepad-d2 Chapter 42 Ending, Flower Shadow Gone With Smoke
Chapter 42 Ending, Flower Shadow Gone With Smoke
The days of misery are getting harder and harder.
Especially for Fang Qingyan, a jade merchant.
Fang Qingyan is from Yandu, and Yandu produces jade. During the ten years after the coming-of-age ceremony, he led his staff to transport all kinds of precious utensils from Yandu, and sold them to people who are exquisite or poor outside the Four Wonders. .
Jade is an important ritual vessel in every family's collection. Every registered Yandu person is born with a jade plaque to show his identity. Quaint and generous, the name written in the palace script has gained a unique confirmation since then.As for living, studying, farming, becoming an official, etc., the etiquette and etiquette are cumbersome, and only jade is required to be considered ritual.Although Distress doesn't talk about this, exquisitely crafted rare and beautiful utensils are always attractive.Thinking back to the era when the three religions were flourishing, a certain top figure who loved extravagance and exaggeration once led a wave of unparalleled magnificence, and Fang Qingyan's business was booming for a long time in the world.
But there is a saying called "the world is going down", and he just caught up with it.
In the beginning, it was just the grievances and grievances of some ordinary people in the world, and ordinary people only regarded it as a topic of conversation after dinner.On the night of great luck, the knights with supernatural skills skimmed over their roofs with light kungfu, and they would excitedly call out to the neighbors to come out and watch and kick the broken tiles that fell on the ground.
Later, it was discovered that the wind direction was wrong. First, a branch of the Buddhist world landed in the world of mortals. There were many people who distributed scriptures in the streets and alleys.At first he didn't take it seriously, but gradually, people didn't dare to speak loudly in public, for fear that the monks hiding in the dark would rush out to take him away and beat him to death.Ghosts and ghosts are everywhere, Fang Qingyan can't accept that belief, and lives like a frightened bird.
Not long after, this force called the "desire realm" by the righteous people was quickly wiped out. Those believers who once claimed to be free from the sea of suffering, once their dreams were shattered, when they were awake, they were still struggling in the boundless world, and the pain was worse than before. , but who cares.
Unexpectedly, it just stopped, this time it was even worse, the sky was gone.
Everyone in a difficult situation woke up one day and found that it was still dark.Some people were busy checking copper leaks, and some continued to catch up on sleep. About three days later, they were desperately indoctrinated and accepted the reality of a disaster: there is no tomorrow.
This time, an organization called Nihai Chongfan arranged for them to line up to receive the blessing.Fang Qingyan was born in the Four Wonders, considered himself superior to others, and couldn't bear the scene of mad snatching without regard for face and self-esteem.
And after so many years, he also understands that it's not that there is a problem with their way of life, it's that he missed the match, heroes long for opponents, fierce generals wait for talents, peace in the world will delay the creation of legends, and make a sensation in the martial arts world, you guys What's the fuss about following around?
It is often only after looking back that those who promised to save them from the fire and water are just passing by far away from their reach.
The difficult days made Fang Qingyan breathless.
Later, he received a rumor about Gushe Mountain, which was not much different from the descriptions in previous myths, but the bright spot was that it was the last land favored by the sun.
Because it sounds too ethereal, far less than the closeness of Fuhuo, so most people are still keen on chasing the sacred object of Nihai Chongfan.But he himself was convinced immediately that people in Yandu were familiar with "Zhuangzi", and Gushe Mountain was as close as their hometown.His Zhenbaozhai has been closed for a long time, but now the sun is gone, the crops are not growing, and the affliction has become a dead end.It's not that he never thought about going back to Yandu, but after the Rebellion against the Sea and Chongfan, Yandu was once again blocked by advanced formations like many years ago, and even native Yandu people like them couldn't get in.So when he heard the name of "Gushe Mountain", he was so excited that he immediately rushed into the study, dug out a copy of "Shan Hai Jing" from the box, checked the entries, and made up his mind.
The Fang family's motorcade was lightly packed and only brought enough torches, so they headed westward wholeheartedly according to the records in the book. [1]
Traveling in the dark is actually quite boring. Due to the lack of intuitive day and night photos, they have no way of judging the time spent on the road, and they cannot estimate how far they have traveled.To make matters worse, they got lost.
The same mountain came into view again after the tired horse turned a corner.Without Xingyue's reference, they lost their bearings, and they stood still, helpless.
"Could it be..." Fang Qingyan looked at the blazing bonfire, suddenly clapped his hands, picked up the bowl containing the leftovers and tossed it casually, filled it with water, and found a magnet to polish out a sewing needle.The needle was placed in clear water, floated and swayed for a while, and settled in one direction.Fang Qingyan took a closer look at the trend of the mountains and rivers. Based on the Yandu people's understanding of Qimen Dunjia's art, he performed it again with Du Jing hurt in his heart. He probably had a route, and hurriedly urged the guys to set off.
Soon after re-starting the road, he was pleasantly surprised to meet a fellow traveler by the side of a stream.
The man didn't even light a fire, but simply leaned against a large bluestone in the dark and sat quietly.The clear stream meanders, and under the night, there are silver waves.He looked at it in a daze, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting like this. Where was the person he was waiting for?Why not come?
He was so excited that he hurried up to chat.The man was neither close nor rude, maintaining a distant indifference.Fang Qingyan asked him if he was also looking for Xianshan, but the man threw the question back.
Fang Qingyan was happy for a moment, and didn't notice anything wrong, so he completely emptied his experiences along the way.
The man didn't show any particular interest, but he listened carefully.Fang Qingyan hadn't met anyone of the same kind outside of his family for a long time, so he was overjoyed and talked endlessly.
He didn't feel it at first, but gradually he felt that the other party was different.The delicate bun is not messy at all, and the expression is pure and elegant, which can be called stunning. The ends of the eyes that are slightly raised for a moment will have a breathtaking streamer of light, and against the light-colored clothes, it is as straight as the haze reflecting the water.Fang Qingyan had read some books and hadn't seen the sun for a long time. She didn't want to meet such a rich god Ruyu by chance, so she suddenly thought of the sentence "It's like the sun, and it's like the clouds".
"The rumors of 'Gushe Mountain' are groundless, sir, to risk his life to find it like this? What if we can't find the place where the 'sun and moon shine'?" The man suddenly asked.
Fang Qingyan came back to his senses, realized that he had lost his composure by staring at people so unabashedly, blushed and leaned forward, "Your Excellency is also from Yandu, right?"
The man chuckled: "How did you know, sir?"
"I...I see that the plain gauze cloak that Your Excellency is wearing, although I can't name it, is dense but light. It should be the unique silk reeling method of Yandu, and the uniform system of Yandu follows ancient rituals. It is extra complicated, and it is not liked by ordinary people in a difficult situation, so I have this question..." He paused, did not wait for a response, and took it as the other party's acquiescence, so he said, "Since we are both from Yandu, and How can you be unfamiliar with Gushe Mountain? And I venture to speculate that the rumored only place where the sun and the moon shine is the work of the Great Master." Saying that, he cupped his hands towards the sky.
"Oh? How can you see it?"
Fang Qingyan hesitated for a moment, carefully observed the expression of the person sitting opposite him under the firelight, and found that there was no fluctuation, so he confidently expressed his speculation: "Well, the great master's cloud traces are erratic, there is no decree issued, and there is no book handed down. In the next commoner, how can I know the mind of the great master." He has lived abroad for a long time, but he still looks in awe when he mentions the great master, "However, who was the one who saved the people from danger during the Ice King's chaos? I went back to my hometown a while ago , I heard the old family members talk about the supernatural powers of the great master, and I decided in my heart that this time it must be the handwriting of the great master. Yandu has been pursuing for generations that people have their own destiny, and each has its own place. Zhan, shouldn’t he be the one to do things like turning the clouds to see the sun and the four seasons?”
The man nodded and repeated with a smile: "Exactly, that's what a grand master should be like."
Fang Qingyan chatted with him for a while.The man then stood up and said goodbye.
Only then did Fang Qingyan realize that he was actually alone, and couldn't help blurting out: "I guess this place is not far from Gushe Mountain, most likely we have already entered the Yandu formation, your Excellency is traveling alone, I'm afraid it will be dangerous..." He wanted to invite him They walked together, but saw that the man picked up a square mountain crown that was blocked by his figure just now, put it on his head, and carefully straightened his appearance in front of the water.
Fang Qingyan was so shocked that everyone was in a daze.The so-called champions have a certain number in cigarettes, and you can count them with your fingers.The lords of the palaces have all met each other on the parade of the Dan Palace's birthday every year, but the one in front of them...couldn't be...
The man nodded slightly at him and left immediately.
Fang Qingyan's whole body shook, his eyes fixed on the gurgling water, and he didn't dare to turn his head for a while.
Calyx Xianghuilou.
The dead smoke of the ancient mausoleum picked up the steps with his hands behind his back.Bi-level Zhulan, hidden by heavy doors.
It's too |quiet|quiet.
People can't help but think secretly, these bricks and stones are icy and cold. Once upon a time, his two children, with their plain shirts and skirts fluttering, brushed past this one under his feet.
He went up to the second floor.Unexpectedly, he smelled the faint fragrance of tea from the small pavilion on the east side all at once, and walked over in a few steps involuntarily.
But before he got to the door, he was caught by a few lines of ink on the snow-colored window paper.
At a glance, you can tell that it is a character without a queen, and it shows its sharpness when it rises and ends, and the ink is opened and closed, just like the vertical and horizontal brilliance under his sword, dazzling and compelling.
The words are still written backwards in the room, so that others can watch it from the window, especially at night, when the red candles are burning brightly in the room, people outside the room just watch quietly in a daze, which is very elegant and romantic.
Is it the game work written for Diao Ying during that boring time?
Thinking of this, he unconsciously smiled and carefully read the above text.But it is a poem of the Five Ancients:
"Yi Yilan has no heart, and the moon is bright and bright.
Old memories can't become dreams, and I walk alone in clothes.
Raise your eyes to look at the flowers and broken jade, and look back at the shadow of the wild goose.
Qiyi wind and frost suddenly, Li Xue waits for the spring scene. "
Poetry without a queen has always been dense and graceful, but rich and dark, and it is better to lay out the seven rhythms and Fu that are easy to make public.The quaint and clear song in front of me is clearly written by Diao Ying.
The orchid grass is unintentional and secluded, and the bright moon shines brightly in the sky.In the old days, laughing and refusing to dream, tossing and turning, had to get up and wander in the atrium.Looking up, I saw the plain flower stamens falling to the ground one after another, like broken jade objects; looking back at the sky, Duanhong Lingyan was also wandering away like me.But the short-lived wind and frost masterpiece is nothing to worry about, independent mid-night, just waiting for heavy bathing and spring breeze.
The last couplet is Huayong's all-too-familiar "Chengmen Lixue" allusion-two disciples seek advice from their teacher, and it is a season of ice and snow, but because the teacher is taking a nap, the two stand in the snow and wait. , When the teacher woke up and opened the door, there was already a foot of snow.
"Lixue is waiting for the spring scenery..." He stretched out his hand and gently rubbed over the words, covering the window paper, blurring the edges and corners, making his eyes seem as if away from people.
The figure who seemed to be around all the time appeared in front of him again.
So... what about no descendants?When he recorded a poem... what was he thinking...
There was a rustle in my ears.
Gu Ling Shiyan was startled, and hurriedly turned around.
The sky is clear and the sun is clear, and the floating light that sprinkles the ground jumps into gold.
The over-saturated thousands of branches couldn't bear the hustle and bustle of the flower stamens in full bloom, and took advantage of a gust of east wind to sway and shake off a few flowers comfortably, so for a while, they turned red.
But even if it is scattered in the mud, her delicate appearance remains unchanged, either with light or heavy makeup.
The courtyard is full of flowers and shadows.
A good day is the proof of the universe in the hands of Grandmaster Yandu.
But there is no spring.
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2016.2.14
The author has something to say: [1] According to the Shan Hai Jing, Gushe Mountain is located in Linfen, Shanxi.
Hahahahahaha Da Zongxi~ I wrote it for five months just for today hahahahahaha!
Well, people in Yandu who like BE can treat it as the end here~
Everyone who likes HE, please wait patiently, the author will use about [-] words to ask Nishinomiya to spit out the bento [Although how to spit it out, I have no idea at all]
Then I'm going to vent!I really don't like the organization Nihai Chongfan!Writing their dramas is such a pain!Even if Mr. Peacock chasing Fifth Aunt is very cute, but I am actually a smoker...