Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 295

Liu Qinghuan hadn't cooked food for many years, and he only practiced randomly when he struggled to survive when he was young.Fortunately, he seems to have some talent in this area, and Yunzheng's ingredients are all top-quality, so the taste is not bad.

At this time, there is a tripod in the protective formation, and if you look closely, you will find that it is the Sanfen Jade Pill Furnace. The furnace is gurgling and steaming, and the tempting food aroma fills the entire protective formation.

Only Liu Qinghuan can do it with a Lingbao as a pottery!
Because Jing Jue is a vegetarian, Liu Qinghuan made some other vegetarian dishes. He happily ate non-stop, and kept holding up the wooden sign: "Delicious!"

Liu Qinghuan drank with Yun Zheng, and when the two were happy, they hooked their shoulders and sang an ancient song from Yunmengze's world of cultivating immortals:
Swinging and riding dragons and clouds,
Stepping up to the heavenly steps.

Sneak into rivers and seas, soar over famous rivers.

Inhale and breathe, bigu Ruzhi.

Misty mist, Qianye Mountain,

Fly overnight to Xiyun Mengze.

The neon is clothes, the wind is a horse,
The Lord of Clouds came and went down one after another.

The tiger drums and the Xiluan return to the carriage,
Immortals are like hemp.

Holding a sword, the world of mortals is already insane,

There is wine and you go up to the blue sky.

Playing with the stars and playing with the sun and the moon,

Drunk lying on the clouds and laughing at the world.

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Qianye Mountain used to be the most famous mountain in the Eastern Wasteland. Like Yunmengze, which has now become the Qushang Swamp, it was once a holy place for cultivating immortals.

Even though most of the immortal cultivators are busy with cultivation, there are also some people who like to hold immortal gatherings. At the immortal gatherings, there will be dancing of shenggu and celestial music. This ancient song has been passed down at the fairy gatherings for a long time.

Jing Jue was very excited, and he hummed after hearing it, not caring that every word he said seemed to have mysterious mana fluctuations.

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.It was already dark outside. Countless monks had been buried in the mass grave. The wind was filled with mournful howls, and groups of ghosts of soldiers shuttled through the mist.

However, Yun Zheng, as a talented child of this generation of the formation family, the formation he placed was extremely concealed, and no one was discovered by those ghosts.

Seeing that Liu Qinghuan's face gradually became silent, Yun Zheng asked, "What's the matter?"

Liu Qinghuan held a piece of meat as thin as a cicada's wing, her eyes were a little dazed, and her voice was erratic and said: "When I was a child, I ate leftovers. After today, there is no tomorrow, and I often go hungry... I never thought that one day, I could still eat it." Serve all kinds of fairy grass Ganoderma lucidum, and monster meat rich in aura."

He paused for a moment, seeing Jingjue who tilted his head to look at him curiously, he smiled and raised his head to drink a glass of wine.

Outside the magic circle, there were gloomy clouds and mist, and wandering spirits in armor wandered aimlessly.Because of the mist, these wandering spirits wandered day and night.

Probably when he met a good friend when he was young, he suddenly felt a lot of emotion and remembered many things from the past: "...One day, I was waiting at the back door of a big family, waiting for his family to come out to empty the kitchen waste. Someone threw out a gnawed bone with a trace of meat on it. Old man Liu was ill at the time, so I wanted to grab this bone and go back to make some bone soup for him. Get up, the servants of that family watched lively and stood by and clapped their hands."

Jing Jue looked at him quietly, twisting the rosary beads one by one in his hand, his childish and youthful face was full of compassion like a Buddha statue.

Liu Qinghuan said: "Later, when the two of them were out of breath from the beating, I jumped in too, my nose was bruised and my face was swollen, and I finally snatched the bone... I dug some wild taro by the small river outside the city, and used A broken earthen pot made soup, and I dared to take it back to the beggar's nest after it cooled down."

Yun Zheng patted him, but didn't speak.

The three of them sat around the fragrant stove and ate delicious food in silence, but they all tasted like chewing wax.

After a while, Yunzheng said: "Although I was born in a family in Yuncheng, I had enough food and clothing since I was a child, but my mother's status is humble, and my father's wife, the wife, couldn't understand my outstanding talent in cultivation, so she instigated some children in the clan to secretly Bullying me. Even with the protection of my father and ancestors, they have so many things to do, how can they take care of them all the time. Several times, I was almost beaten to death by children who didn't know the severity..."

He looked outside the magic circle, seeming to be remembering, and also seemed to be talking about other people's affairs, as if it had nothing to do with him: "At that time, I realized that relying on the protection of others, I could only hide in the corner of the wall for the rest of my life. Only Only when you are strong, others will be afraid of you. Until I was ten years old, I tried my best to set up a magic circle, tricked all the children who bullied me into it, and beat them up violently with the power of the magic circle."

Yes, although one of them is poor and the other is rich, they both had a hard time when they were young.Although the two never mentioned these past events to each other, it was probably the same hardship that made the two hit it off.

Liu Qinghuan hugged Yunzheng's shoulders, and said with a smile, "Are you saying that we are all old, and we are starting to recall the past?"

Yun Zheng curled up one corner of his mouth, and touched him with a wine glass: "At our current age, mortals probably even have grandchildren. But although your cultivation base is worse than mine, you have reached the foundation building stage." In the later stage, it means that these years have not been wasted in cultivation."

Liu Qinghuan shook her head.He knows about his own affairs. Although it is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, there is still a long way to go before reaching the Dzogchen. The double alchemy of the "Zuo Wang Longevity Sutra" is not so easy to form, and requires at least two or three times more spiritual power than other monks.

Yun Zheng looked at the sky and scratched his head in distress: "Well, how old am I... 47? 48?"

Cultivators often retreat for several years, and sometimes they can't remember their age clearly, including Liu Qinghuan.

Liu Qinghuan said: "You are two years older than me, so I am 45."

At this time, a clean voice sounded next to him: "I am 31 years old."

The little monk Jingjue raised his red lips and white teeth and said, there was a struggle on his face, and suddenly he said in a low voice: "I said my mother is dead."

Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng were startled at the same time, and looked at each other silently.

Jing Jue tightly held the rosary in his hand, lowered his head, looked at the ground, and said softly: "I have never said a word since I was born until I was four years old. Everyone thought I was dumb. The children in the village bullied me." , so I seldom go out of the house. After I speak, there are always strange things happen, sometimes good things, sometimes bad things. Once, all the family members went to work in the field, and I stayed in the yard to feed Chickens, a bunch of kids came running and threw dirt and stones at me over the fence. One guy hit me on the head with a stone, and there was a lot of blood. I was very angry, very angry.”

Following Jingjue's words, a gust of wind swirled in the circle.

Yun Zheng frowned and was about to open his mouth when Liu Qinghuan shook his head at him.

"At that time, I also picked up the stones they threw in and yelled at you all to die... My mother just came back and appeared behind those children..."

Jing Jue's voice was very low, almost inaudible, but both Liu Qinghuan and Yun Zheng heard it.

The temperature in the magic circle plummeted, and there was a strange fluctuation invisibly.Jingjue didn't seem to be aware of it, but he didn't speak again, but sat on the spot like a wooden sculpture.

Everyone has a secret past, sometimes we think we have forgotten, and sometimes we just bury it in our hearts.Then, in a short time, it will appear before the eyes, entangled, changed, and determines the behavior of a person's life.

Yun Zheng sighed inwardly, and didn't know how to comfort the little monk, so he just patted him on the shoulder.

Liu Qinghuan's face was slightly solemn, and she focused on the Reversible Bamboo in the Sea of ​​Consciousness.Just now, the sword intent of life and death shook again.

　The author doesn't know how to write poems, so he can only steal ancient masterpieces, cut off the beginning and the end, and make up a random poem.

　　The ancient songs written in this article, the verses in them are all respected ancient works, I have adapted them, and I ask the ancestors to forgive the younger generations for such misdemeanors, and don't blame them.Because it needs to be combined with this novel, it is not the original poem, and there are many changes. Please don’t laugh at my poor correction, and forgive me for profane these handed down treasures.

　　There are several sources of the original poem, which are listed as follows: The first four sentences come from a collection of ancient Chinese ghost stories "The Legend of Immortals" written by Ge Hong, a Taoist scholar in the Eastern Jin Dynasty.Some people should know the few sentences in the middle, which are "Sleepwalking Tianmu Yin Liu Farewell" by Li Bai, a poet.The following four sentences are from the poem of Jiujianxian in the game "Legend of Sword and Fairy One".

　　
　
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