Chapter 1577 (One Thousand Five Hundred and Seventy-seven) Heat
Just as he was thinking about it, Chen Wenyuan said, "Don't think about it. Even if it's the same person, the reason for sleepwalking may not be the same every time."
"Yes." Wu Xunsheng said.
In fact, when Wu Xunsheng was sleepwalking and asked Chen Wenyuan, "Why isn't she here?", he thought he had entered the inner residence of Henglianju. Because the shadow of Tie Hongyan often appeared in front of Wu Xunsheng's eyes along the way, he often wondered what happened to her, and it was easier to have dreams related to her at night.
On Wu Xunsheng's second day on Jingxi Mountain, it snowed again. After the snow stopped, a bright sun appeared in the sky.
When the sun sets, the sun is much brighter than the day before.
Wu Xunsheng followed Chen Wenyuan to the peak with snow-cold grass.
Chen Wenyuan came up again holding the Lotus Light Shakuhachi.
Before Wu Xun Sheng started watering the snow cold grass, Chen Wenyuan cast a spell on a large rock. The snow on the big rock disappeared, and Chen Wenyuan sat on the big rock.
Wu Xunsheng felt the heat coming out of the big stone, so he tried it with his hands, and then said, "Alchemist Chen's magic is really extraordinary."
Chen Wenyuan said: "Actually, I no longer care about the magic. No matter how high the magic is, there are always limits. Born in such troubled times, no matter how high the magic or martial arts are, there will always be a sense of helplessness. Years ago The feeling of helplessness is still deeply engraved in my heart. Maybe when I look at the snow in Jingxi Mountain and breathe in the air in the mountain, I can feel that there is still cleanness in the world. As for whether the outside world is clean and clean. How about it? Every day, I sit here, watching the sunset, playing the shakuhachi, no matter whether I can receive a response or not, I will breathe the mountain air and look far away, and I can't see the human heart here. Not only can I not see other people’s hearts, I can’t see my own heart either.”
When Chen Wenyuan said this, he let out a long sigh, and then said to Wu Xunsheng: "Water the snow cold grass!"
Wu Xunsheng then started to water the Xue Hancao drop by drop with the watering can that Chen Wenyuan had given him before.
Chen Wenyuan looked at the sunset and played the shakuhachi again.
The setting sun dyed Chen Wenyuan's white hair with some color, and also shone on the lotus light shakuhachi he was blowing. For many years, when the sun sets, Chen Wenyuan has always played music on his shakuhachi in this place. The previous music was full of infinite pain, but at this moment, his music does not seem as heavy as before.
When Wu Xunsheng was watering the snow-cold grass, he heard that the feeling of Chen Wenyuan's playing was different from the feeling of playing when the sun was setting the day before. Of course, it was the same as what Wu Xunsheng heard when he first climbed this mountain peak. The feeling of the song is even more different.
After Wu Xun Sheng poured the water, Chen Wenyuan cast a spell on the big stone, and the big stone soon stopped steaming.
Wu Xunsheng followed Chen Wenyuan back to his house.
That night, Wu Xunsheng did not sleepwalk.
On the third day, as the sun set, Wu Xunsheng followed Chen Wenyuan up to the mountain peak again.
It didn't snow that day, and the sun shone brighter in the evening than the day before.
Chen Wenyuan still went up with the Lotus Light Shakuhachi. He cast a spell on the boulder as he had done the day before, and then sat on the steaming boulder.
Wu Xunsheng said: "Fangshi Chen, look, the sun is getting brighter at this time these days."
Chen Wenyuan said: "Yes, you can see the sunshine on your face."
Wu Xunsheng smiled and said, "Alchemist Chen too."
(End of chapter)