Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 107 When you first met Xiao An, was Xiao An obedient?

The night is full of stars, the breeze is bright and the moon is shining.

Lu Chenran was sitting cross-legged in the clouds, flying in the starry sky on a moonlit night, with the breeze blowing and the moonlight as a backdrop.

Underfoot, there are thousands of lights flickering sporadically, like fireflies in the forest.

Under the moonlit night, there are more landscape paintings dyed in ink, revealing hazy and mysterious outlines.

It's a pity that he is the only one who can enjoy this beautiful scenery of traveling around the world and overlooking the mountains, rivers and land.

As we approached the thatched cottage at the foot of Jishan Mountain, the auspicious clouds beneath us slowly dispersed, disappearing into the tung forest surrounded by smoke and clouds.

I kept walking along this mountain path, silently feeling the newly acquired "broken flow" in the golden book in my mind, with a happy and relaxed expression on my cheeks.

After walking for a while, he frowned slightly. I don't know if it was his misunderstanding, but he always felt that there were suddenly a lot more people in this area. The closer he got to the tung forest, the more people there were.

Jianghu knights, literati, merchants and farmers.

I don’t know if he has lived in Hushan for more than ten years. He has long been accustomed to a peaceful and simple life, and he is very unhappy with this kind of noise:

"It's getting late. Why are there so many people in this remote place?"

Before he even got closer, there were bursts of noisy sounds coming from his ears:

"Are there any experts who can pass through this forest?"

"Not many people came in all day today."

"Look, the abbot of Yin'an Temple has also come out. It seems that he didn't pass either."

Following everyone's gaze, Lu Chenran looked over with some doubts.

The tung forest was still the same as it was when I left it during the day, but there was no silence in the surrounding areas, and only the nightingales were circling in the forest.

The old monk from Yin'an Temple called out to Amitabha and said with a wry smile:

"This place has no connection with me."

"This Tonglin is very strange, but it is not a dangerous place. It may be like nectar to those who have achieved something in their hearts, but for most people, it messes up their minds."

All the Jianghu guests nodded in agreement.

Not long after, Lu Chenran walked into the thick fog, and could vaguely see that the clothes of passers-by were a little wet.

The onlookers saw a gentleman in white shirt walking behind them, but they didn't say anything. After leaving an empty seat, they looked towards the depths of the tung forest and discussed.

"Excuse me, what's going on here?"

Lu Chenran patted a short man in front of him and asked politely.

The man looked this handsome gentleman up and down, then leaned over and whispered:

"Sir, you just came to Beijing. Jinling City has changed in the past two days, and many incredible things have happened."

"What incredible thing?"

"There was a sword stuck in the street of Qiufeng Zuilou in Shangjing, and several people were kneeling in front of the sword. Just now, many people saw carps leaping over the Dragon Gate near the Qinhuai River."

Seeing the strange expression on Lu Chenran's face, the short man sighed and patted his shoulder with a complicated expression:

"Are you surprised? Not to mention you, sir, even I was shocked when I heard these things. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, who could believe it?"

That's just the beginning of tonight's chaos.

After a pause, he pointed to Tong Lin in front of him:

"Don't talk about anything else. Let's just talk about the forest in front of us. I heard from those people in the world that since the morning, few people have been able to pass through it."

"Is this forest so magical?"

"That's natural."

"How long have you been watching here dude?"

"Come here before the sun goes down."

"That's a while."

"Yeah, I've been looking at it for so long without paying attention. My mother-in-law will have to talk about me again when I get home."

"not hungry?"

The short man touched his belly and realized that it was already rumbling:

"I just remembered when Sir said that. I haven't had dinner yet."

"Eating is more important, what's so exciting about it?"

"Harm! It's almost Chinese New Year, just for fun."

"I see."

Then, the man seemed to have thought of something, and he smiled and said:

"Actually, I heard from the teahouse storytellers that there was fog rising over Linjiang Crossing before, and it lingered for a few days. Some old people thought it was bringing some evil spirits, but all the businessmen coming and going were fine, and there were many others. People say that walking through the thickest part of the fog will make you feel refreshed and comfortable both inside and outside, so that’s why.”

The short man failed here.

"what?"

Lu Chenran's conversation with the man also attracted the attention of several people around him, and they all leaned in to hear it.

"Hahaha, haven't you heard? That's because an immortal appeared on the other side of Linjiang Crossing."

"It's late at night, and a lot of monsters are chasing the immortal. So, wherever there is such thick fog, there are probably experts and immortals practicing magic here. Anyone who passes through the fog is a blessed person. "

Others agreed one after another and nodded in agreement:

"This makes sense. I often hear that some immortals play games with the human world, and some even transform into mortals."

Lu Chenran's expression became more and more strange, and then he said:

"Shouldn't immortals practice in the high mountains and ridges of the Immortal Cave?"

The man said:

"Immortals are humans too, and they can't sit still all the time. That would be so boring."

Lu Chenran smiled and nodded in agreement:

"Brother, what you said makes sense. Immortals are also human beings. I won't disturb you for your entertainment now. I'll go home first."

"Sir, be careful on the road and walk slowly."

The short man rubbed his belly and said with a smile, and continued to look at the tung forest and watch the excitement.

After bidding farewell to the short man, Lu Chenran shouldered his moth wings and walked inconspicuously towards Tonglin along the route he came from.

Fortunately, most of the people in the world just stayed on this side of the forest.

But maybe there were too many people here, but there were still many pairs of eyes that saw a handsome gentleman in a white shirt, carrying a strange baggage on his back, walking slowly towards the tung forest step by step. past.

The onlookers suddenly became interested again, looked at the gentleman helplessly, and commented:

"Look, here comes another one. Brother Wang, do you think this person can enter Tonglin?"

"How could I know that?"

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The short man frowned. Didn't the older gentleman just tell him that he wanted to go home? Why did you walk towards that Tonglin? He was about to scream, but in the next moment, the words were stuck in his throat, and he stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

The breeze is cool, and the green mountains under the night are like shadows drawn in ink, showing hazy outlines.

The tightly closed tung forest seemed to sense the presence of the gentleman, and made way for a deep path through it.

Under the moonlight, the messy branches are mottled and chaotic, and there is a certain beauty in them.

The dirt road passes through muddy grass and rocks, all the way up the mountain, seemingly leading to the night sky.

The short man rubbed his eyes and took a closer look.

There is already a hint of fish belly white in the night, with yellow inside the white, green inside the yellow, and blue above the green.

There was no tung forest blocking the road, it was just a wilderness with a narrow path in the middle.

After a few breaths, the figure of the gentleman in white shirt completely disappeared deep into the path. The scene in front of him was no longer the same as before. It was once again shrouded in clouds and mist, and the trees were dense with tung trees.

"What's going on?"

A man from the Jiang Hu looked at the scene in front of him, and he was extremely shocked.

"Did those people before entering Tonglin also change like this?"

Someone later asked.

Everyone looked at each other.

The Jianghu people who had been staying here shook their heads, with a look in their eyes that was a bit surprised, puzzled, hot, or confused, and completely complicated.

"There was no change at all in Tonglin before..."

If Tonglin was tightly closed before, it could be called strange, but the scene in front of us now can be called a fairy trick.

Nowadays, Shangjing is full of immortal legends, and this place is right at the foot of Bulxian Mountain.

Only the short man stood there stunned, savoring the conversation between the gentleman in white shirt and him.

The next moment, the man suddenly woke up and muttered to himself:

"The person I was talking to just now couldn't be a god, right?"

Several people around him also nodded:

"Could it be that we really saw the gods!?"

The short man was suddenly shocked and looked overjoyed. He kept shouting. The more he spoke, the more convinced he was that he was seeing an immortal. He danced and danced. He was at a loss for a moment:

"I saw an immortal!!"

"Hahaha, did you see that just now? The immortal talked to me! He even called me brother! Did you hear that!?"

The people around him suddenly sat in a mess, and everyone looked at the short man with envy.

Just now, one of them could see clearly that the immortal carrying the baggage had indeed talked a lot with this man.

A merchant looked at the scene in front of him, waved his hand to call the clerk, and whispered a few words.

Not long after, the boy wrapped a heavy piece of silver in red silk, handed it to the man respectfully, and said:

"My master gave it to me, please accept it, brother."

"My master also invites me to come and talk to you."

When an immortal comes to this world, although he is not as blessed as this man to be able to talk to immortals, he can still enjoy the immortal energy along with him.

The people around him also looked at this man eagerly, but they had no intention of snatching the broken silver.

Who knows what exactly this man talked with the immortal?

If you anger this immortal, who knows what disaster will happen.

The short man stared at everything in front of him dumbfounded, took a deep breath, and no longer felt a lump in his stomach. He just felt that being here today was the luckiest thing he had ever done in his life.

Lu Chenran didn't know that Tonglin had already been in chaos due to his unintentional actions.

He just raised his head and looked at the changed Tong Lin in front of him, shook his head, and felt doubly amused.

“Interesting, interesting”

When I used the mind-asking technique during the day, I didn't realize how the forest had changed. I never thought that this forest had become an interesting place. Fortunately, it didn't appear on the official road, nor did it block passers-by. Way to go.

When I feel comfortable, my steps become brisk. I don't necessarily walk faster, but time passes faster. The grass, trees, mountains and clouds on the roadside also become much more pleasing to the eye.

After walking quietly in the forest for a while, the thick fog gradually became smaller.

He reached out his hand and gently stroked the forest trees, feeling the marks of growth rings on them.

Thinking of all the interesting things that happened along the way from Jinling, the night when he crossed the river, planting swords in Jinling, fishing in the moonlight, and Tonglin Wenxin, many scenes passed quietly before his eyes, and he became crazy thinking about it.

The earth was filled with fragrance, and suddenly a sound of footsteps startled him. He turned around and saw Xiao An holding a small paper umbrella, standing in the forest, like an elf in the forest. Xiao An is holding a jar filled with paper cranes in one small hand. He is wearing a snow-white cloak with velvet edges. On his face as white as porcelain, there is a small hat. Under the velvet, a pair of Clear eyes, black and white.

She just stood there, her little hands turning white, as if they were shaking from the cold in the night wind.

It looked like he had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Mr. Da come home, a smile suddenly appeared on her little face, and she ran over, her little boots stepping on the soil, leaving a series of footprints.

She got close to Mr. Da, holding the umbrella in her hand high with her little hands, but because she was not tall enough, she could not hit Lu Chenran's head:

"Mr. Big, you are finally home."

Home?

Lu Chenran's eyes suddenly flashed with warmth, and he hugged her in his arms so that her umbrella could be placed on his head.

"Xiao An, are you waiting for me here?"

"Yeah, Xiao An did it by himself."

"It's so late, aren't you afraid?"

"afraid!"

"Then why are you waiting for me?"

"Because I miss Mr. Big."

The pitter-pattering rain and snow tended to get bigger and bigger. The girl patted the snow marks on her body for him. When she patted the snow on Mr. Big's body almost completely and wanted to pat the snow off his head, she withdrew her hand. .

"Xiao An, what's wrong?"

Lu Chenran rubbed his palms and warmed her little hands.

Xiao An looked at him seriously:

"Master An said, don't touch other people's heads, it's rude."

"Has your Lord An ever said so much?"

"I said a lot, but Xiao An wouldn't remember it before, but now I remember it little by little."

"Oh? Why."

"Xiao An doesn't know either."

This ray of soul belonging to An Daoyun seems to become more and more like an independent person as she gets along with him day by day. The memory that does not belong to her gradually awakens, while the other memory gradually fades away. go.

Lu Chenran slowly lowered his head and said softly:

"Then please ask Xiao An to clean up the snow for me."

Xiao An blinked his eyes, and he didn't know if Lu Chenran was dazzled by the pink cheeks, but he actually saw a hint of redness in them.

She stretched out her small, white and slender hands like spring bamboo shoots, and carefully brushed away the unmelted snow from his hair.

"How did Xiao An know I would come here?"

"Auntie said Mr. Da went out from here."

A faint mist came out of the girl's mouth, and her voice was as light as snow.

"That's it."

Deep in the forest.

A woman in white stood silently in the void, quietly looking at the scene in front of her, her red lips pursed slightly, without saying a word.

A seductive kid next to her looked at her carefully and said:

"Sir, will you go back to Jiamu County first?"

He had traveled quite a bit on this trip.

I chased him from Jiamu County to Shangjing just to seduce the 'Lu Chenran' who was recorded on the roster, but I never thought that the master would arrive here first and tell him the reason.

He suppressed his surprise. Did Mr. An also make clerical errors?

This has never happened in more than two hundred years.

"Ah."

The woman nodded lightly.

"I'll take my leave."

The seductive kid bowed his head and retreated slowly, and then disappeared between heaven and earth.

Under the moonlight, the woman in white stands under the tree, with the branches hanging down like tassels, half-covering her face. Her usually cold eyes are looking at the scene of the girl nestled in the man's arms. She purses her red lips tightly, not knowing what's going on in her heart. What do you think?

Lu Chenran held Xiao An and walked towards the thatched cottage. Looking at the jar Xiao An held tightly in his arms, he asked aloud:

"Xiao An, what's in this jar?"

"My aunt taught Xiao An how to fold paper cranes."

"Oh? Why did Xiao An make origami cranes?"

"My aunt told Xiao An that as long as she folds a thousand pieces, Xiao An can realize her wish."

"So that's it. How many birds did Xiao An break?"

"Only one hundred and fifty-seven."

"It will take a long time to fill it up. Let me fold it for you."

"No, Xiao An can only fold it by himself."

"why?"

"If someone else folds it, it won't work."

"Then what is Xiao An's wish?"

Xiao An lowered his head and looked at the paper crane in the jar, then raised his head and looked at Lu Chenran quietly. After a while, he whispered:

"I want to be with Mr. Big."

"Aren't we just together?"

"That's not it."

I hope that after the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, I can still see Mr. Da when I open my eyes.

Lu Chenran looked at her tenderly and reached out to touch her head:

"Xiao An's wish will come true."

"Uh-huh!"

Xiao An nodded vigorously.

There are more and more memories in her mind that don't belong to her, constantly squeezing the handful of memories that belong to her.

That handful of memories is the life of this soul.

In Shenhun's life, he only went from Jiamu County to Jinling.

"Mr. Big, there is no snow here."

Xiao An said.

There is no snow in the south of the Yangtze River. What is there is just snow floating in the air, which melts into the clear water when it falls to the ground.

In the south of the Yangtze River, the snow's life is only a short journey when the clouds are born and fall to the earth. It seems that the birth of snow is to turn into a puddle of water on the ground.

"Xiao An likes snow?"

"There is only snow in Jiamu County."

"Xiao An suddenly understood a lot."

"Auntie said, Xiao An has grown up."

Lu Chenran looked at the girl in his arms with some surprise, then found a stone, sat on it quietly, held it tightly in his arms, and said:

"Then - Xiao An is worried."

"Xiao An doesn't want to worry, Xiao An just wants to be Xiao An."

Lu Chenran took the umbrella from her hand, helped her cover the scattered snowflakes, and said with a smile:

"Xiao An also wants to see snow in Jiangnan?"

"think."

"What else does Xiao An want to do?"

"Want to swing."

"anything else?"

The girl's nearly transparent eyes overflowed with lusty light:

"I want to build a snowman with Mr. Big."

"no yet?"

"I have enough wishes, Zhihe will think Xiao An is greedy."

Lu Chenran's eyes flashed with distress, and he held the girl tightly in his arms, stroking her soft hair over and over again:

"Xiao An is not greedy."

But there was a sigh in her heart. The moment this ray of soul left Jiamu County, it must have been the gentlest punishment in the world for her.

Xiao An showed a smile and lay in his arms, silently feeling the warmth in his arms. This gentle warmth could pass through the thick winter clothes directly to the bottom of his heart:

"Mr. Big?"

A light voice woke him up from his chaotic thoughts.

"Ok?"

"When you first met Xiao An, was Xiao An obedient?"

"Of course, Xiao An is the most obedient."

"Is Xiao An polite?"

Lu Chenran thought for a while and said softly:

"Well, I was very polite all the way."

Is fate kind to her or cruel?

Perhaps this ray of soul accidentally stopped her already weak breathing during a certain deep sleep, and greeted her destiny like a beautiful woman like snowflakes, falling in silence and dispersing in silence?

However, he is not An Daoyun.

This ray of soul is not his soul.

He has no right to make decisions for An Daoyun.

Just like the paper cranes in a girl's jar, after a thousand paper cranes are stacked, is this her last thought?

An Daoyun looked at the girl in his arms with complicated eyes, and turned his cold cheek away, not looking at the scene in front of him.

That handful of memories on the road may not have faded.

Now, it's just in her head.

'Soul? '

Paper crane.

It should be flying slowly.

(End of this chapter)