I told him that lying on the flowers and plants that Guanyin loved would anger the black bear that was watching the mountain, so I saw him laugh nervously.
"Infatuation is absolute, just call me Infatuation."
I don't want to say that this is a how common vulgar name, in this complicated earthly world I will meet countless people every day magic fairy, there are a lot of shoulder rubbing and one side of the edge, walked through also faded in the memory of the abyss, did not startle the ripples of the half. Just when I saw the infatuation that in the sunshine is very bright déjà vu smiling face, I understand, perhaps all his life, we will not miss each other.
This intuition comes from my sensitivity for Xian.
Fairy?
Yes, I am an immortal, a member of the noble lineage in the Golden Palace of the Nine Heavens.
Only, it seems that from the day I came to this mortal world, I became no longer pure.
I didn't even know how to introduce my awkward identity with the doctor in front of me who smiled at me.
"Sanguisan, I like to be called Xian."
There is a lengthy number of daily gatherings and separations in the three worlds, as vast as the stars in the sky. Perhaps it is the fate of the destiny, in such an afternoon, Luo Jia Mountain, outside the South Chao Yin Cave, rather than me and the infatuation to know each other, but in this world where I often feel the clouds and the wind, there is a door has been quietly opened for us.
"Don't you think it's a sin to waste such bright sunlight?"
"...... Maybe, it's just that such splendor still comes in every cycle of day and night!"
"Even for an immortal, it's hard to talk about the so-called tomorrow in this world!"
The infatuated words reminded me of the wind--Feng Xingtian. A man of the Great Tang who often chided me for my lost eyes. He said that anyone who had walked through the days of blood on the edge of a sword in this world would no longer believe in the existence of tomorrow. His words bear a striking resemblance to infatuation, "God knows which dark and windy night the enemy will come to my door." The wind said this in the tavern of Aorai, with a light drunkenness. I know he has too much tiredness and boredom, perhaps Aorai wine stimulation, so that he will temporarily forget the bleakness of the sword, in that kind of time I can not see the usual plain clothes and silver fan free and easy Wind Xingtian.
Then the three of us together in a variety of money-making business, because in this world, even if the wind is as dashing as brash as a cow or as transcendent as me, but also can not be separated from the Jianye duck Chang'an buns, and those who are enough to let the wind to paralyze their own hundred flavors of snake gall bladder has a high price.
A phrase in this world we still can not get rid of the smell of copper.
We basically take on any job within our ability, catching robbers, escorting bids, catching ghosts, delivering letters, selling bodies ...... in the Aorai's tavern we often lament our own degradation for the sake of silver, between intoxication and sobriety, those complaints are a moment's a spit, and does not affect the next day in order to even the The next day for even a humble 500 coins to deliver a letter, we just know that in the day of the hand, we will be drunk without a heart, all the hard work and depression are by the potency of the wine in the unconscious dissolved.
There is always a time when the work at hand is not very good to do, used to the wind and oxen of the knife, but also often after the completion of the task there is a palpitation of the long sigh. Survival, these two simple words like in the understatement let a person bet all. However, the ox has more than once declared his love for such a life, perhaps because he was born with the devil's loneliness, horse leather corpse or he said the most drunken words after drinking, to which I and the wind is always a faint smile, we have long been accustomed to in this world everyone created their own path, each person magic fairy, their daily hard work, just to operate a their own mind identified as a survival extravaganza!
This is the self-evident convention of all the people who walk on this land, the Magic Immortals.
The cow was originally the kind of wind in the extraordinary period hired as a fighter lion camel ridge disciples, gradually with the increase in cooperation opportunities, the wind became the cow can be one of the few customers on credit, in the days of the cow to collect the debt of the wind is very successful in turning him into the kind of like me can be recruited from a long way to pay for the wine for his friends, and from then on those who are owed the cow's muddled account is just a joke after the wine. The ox said it was because of the wind's simplicity and directness, so that he felt in this world has been difficult to make such a pure friend, and the wind, too, once said he was a simple and direct person, is simple and direct so that his sword and fan become very fast, so that he can wind the world. Whenever these memorized words flash through my mind, I always vaguely feel that I have no choice but to come together with them, these feelings that I can not express in words, may be the final destination of my own long wandering in the present world like an island.
Until after the obsessive joining, the battle became a little better, we even began to take the business of those who kill, in fact, we do not mind killing, in this world is not the need to waste too much saliva and some people. We don't dare to doubt the compassion of the heart, and in fact we have never found a person who doesn't deserve to die under his hands, and the ox is always after letting us feel that he is a very bloodthirsty devil hiding in the side of the secret smile, we all know that this is he is for himself to build up the last demon pride in the body, because like the heart of the heart in the countless times in the death of you and me, the ox hand on the pangolin sword stained with the blood, all should be reported to Xiaobai! , all of which should be reported to the people of White. The cow let us learn never to judge the value of a person from the appearance, seen too many swords and swords of his long time to interpret the preciousness of life, those hanging on the side of the mouth of the hard words is only those who are out of tune with the devil's line of small defense.
With the assistance of the obsessed we can finally reduce the degree of busyness through the large single business, in the annual obsessed away from the months we can also through the usual accumulation of not have to have a moment of embarrassment. Idle days we all hang a comfortable smile, time also seems to speed up the pace of passing. We only remember that there were many spring flowers, autumn and moon, many harsh winters and summers, and many goodbyes and reunions.
Year after year
Again, the season of the mandala flowers bloom, and infatuation to say goodbye to the day, I do not know infatuation will still wait until he guarded so many years of things, I just clearly see him and the wind on the forehead of the very light wrinkles precursor, perhaps we should have another life. I also know that their footsteps stop too long, destined for an end of the world outside and another end of the world, I have been unable to delay.
On the night of the full moon, we got drunk for the last time, and when the wind said he was really feeling a bit tired, we knew that the day of his departure was not far away. He deserved a home, a good wife and some simple happiness.
On the night of the wind's wedding, the only one present was the infatuation, and they set out glasses of wine for me and the cow, and in the infatuation's later description, our sister-in-law, under that starry sky, white and plain, natural.
When I saw the wind again, the son of the wind who called me as godfather could already dance my dark night pestering me to teach him that the masterly spear technique that got from the Dragon King of the East China Sea. I suddenly seemed to see the wind many years ago, remembering our first encounter in Jianye, remembering the obsession years and years of vigilance, and cattle, at this time may be one of the stars in the sky, in the cold eyes of Bini this complicated earthly world.
The meeting is always short, we have long been accustomed to the footsteps of the infatuation with the rotation of the Mantua flowers, sent infatuation away I saw leaning in the door of the wind and our sister-in-law,hollister france, white plain dress natural. Many years later when I walked alone at the end of the square inch mountain looking at the top of the bright stars, I know that in the far distant side of the two people are also watching, wind and our sister-in-law, is that they told me what is the flavor of happiness. In that kind of night I will miss the girl in my heart, remembering her familiar back, I will make a good wish when there are meteors crossing, for her and for myself. I can not to the wind or obsessed or cattle to tell the heart loaded with a person's happiness and bitterness, even in the countless times after the wine spit out the truth of the moment, I am still careful to these collections in the heart of a person crying and laughing.
Demented when the time of death instructed to spread his ashes in the Putuo Mountain, perhaps too much lingering on the earth, we did not find relics in his remains, however, what does it matter, everything, including decades without the so-called value of the wait, will dissipate in the tide outside the cave in the faint wind into dust and earth.
And I, holding the immortal race of the ageless body for a long time to carry out those who meet some people will also miss some people wandering, time and time again to leave is not want to see those who let my life is no longer lonely people face become old and even in the old and sick and die. However, when the gnarled bearded guest do not know is the first time to retain me when I agreed to him, I like and this old man with the ban, I still remember when he was young, we received from his hands when he brightly laughed and white teeth, but now he is a talk leakage of the wind of the old man, in the long time past is unchanged is that he persists in thinking that I subconsciously to this place to stay and to my retention. This seems to have long been insight into the old man finally let me feel that the village of longevity of this grass reed is the end of their own wandering footsteps, I seem to want to live some of the calm life like the wind, in fact, the same or not, it does not matter.
A year later I learned to brew the kind of good wine that makes it hard to part with.
After that, every year when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, I would go to a faraway island where a woman, a woman no younger than Gnarly Beard, would give me a kind of peach blossom petal, which is an essential ingredient for brewing wine. I called that island Peach Blossom Island and that person Aunt Peach. Every year on this trip to Peach Blossom Island I will think of infatuation every year to wait for the Putuo, the world there are always so inexplicable and marvelous inadvertently rubbed into the life of the unrelenting.
Aunt Peach's age is very let me speculate between her and the gnarled bearded guest of the wind and snow, but I have never asked, these old things are not my concern, because of this, I am still in the apprehension to ask myself is not an indifferent immortal.
Like the gnarled bearded man when he left, Aunt Peach left me half a jar of wine when he left, and in that afternoon when the peach blossoms were falling, I held her hand and felt her body temperature gradually recede, which was the same feeling as the gnarled bearded man a few days ago when he left. Looking at the red sea in front of me, I pondered whether to drink this altar of wine, drunkenness, the only good wine in the world, can make people forget all the memories, like a blank sheet of paper to have a new life experience. In the midst of the uncertainty of raising a glass my mind once again appeared in the wind happy family, infatuation in that sunshine full of hope and the ox in the battlefield determined eyes, I suddenly found myself really used to chew such memories of life, drunkenness and so on, past lives and so on, I only know that before the sun sets, I want to leave the last batch of peach blossoms on Peach Blossom Island to bring back to Changshou in that humble cellar, to fulfill the mission they were born at this time. the mission they were born for.
As for the coming year, I have long since learned to say in the tone of a gnarled bearded man: then wait until the coming year.