Chapter 33 Hongying-Fan
Nihua left.
While Hongying was sitting on the rocking chair on the balcony, slowly watching the sunset, she captured the subtle connection between Nihua and herself, and fell into deep thought. The tasker could briefly go back and forth between the two time spaces. Shuttle?
Hongying came back to her senses, and the girl's voice still echoed in her mind: "Feng Zhidao failed to ascend, so he tried his best to create a Hongying secret realm. Three hundred years later, I fell into the secret realm and met Senior..."
She chuckled, wondering what she was thinking about. Now that I'm back, why bother thinking about going back? Isn't this just adding to worries? Besides, what can she do even if she goes back? No one will care about her, and there will be no one she cares about.
The breeze blew by, and some memories of the past that had been deliberately forgotten were like a book shelved in a high cabinet. Unintentionally, she opened it, and the joys, sorrows, and joys in the pages of the book were like indigo on the horizon, disintegrating step by step, and the night fell. Coming, it began to slowly but surely eat away at the light of the day, and her heart began to fall uncontrollably.
Hongying remembered that one day back in modern times, she and her friends were traveling together and passed by a mountain temple. She was stunned for a long time. She stood in front of the mountain temple, as if time and space had been confused and she had stepped into the memory. The trap of the mortal past woven by the growth rings.
She once again recalled the romantic young man with satin, black hair, peach blossom eyes and smile.
At that time, it was the tenth year that Hongying followed Feng Zhushao. The young and frivolous Feng Zhushao made a bet with the swordsman, and he asked the swordsman for his beloved thing regardless of his ability.
Later, Feng Zhisao was defeated without any surprise. One of his hands was crippled, his elixir was damaged, he was unconscious, and he was on the verge of death.
Hongying brought Feng Zhislao down the mountain. After all, she was still new to the world. Hongying was deceived when she was getting a rare medicinal material from the black market. She was tricked into a black cave. Hongying was imprisoned in a cage. She was half asleep and half awake. She never thought that When I woke up, I saw the closed Feng Zushi next door.
Hongying remembered that she left alone to help him find medicine, but she did not expect Feng Zhisuo to take matters into her own hands and follow her all the way here.
At that time, Hongying lamented that Calabash Boy saved her grandfather and beat the dog with a meat stick. Later, Hongying couldn't laugh anymore.
The man in charge of Heihei Cave was in a bad mood at that time, so he randomly grabbed someone and whipped him, and the whip happened to hit Hongying.
Hongying was whipped several times with a whip. When her skin and flesh were torn apart, she suddenly felt a lightness on her body. When she turned her head, she found that Feng Zhushi next door broke open the cage desperately. Dragging his seriously injured body to protect her.
Feng Zhisuo's body was already broken, and when he was seriously injured, he was whipped so many times. It healed this time, but Feng Zhisuo's whole body was no longer well.
Feng Zhilai pressed on Hongying's body, and Hongying didn't dare to move. The thick blood on his body flowed directly to her body along her clothes. Hongying stiffened her body, for fear that she would move. , the rag doll on his body was completely shattered.
Having been together for ten years, they knew that each other was not a pure good person, but at that moment, Hongying suddenly felt that Feng Zhisao's body temperature was warm, and Hongying finally pushed forward. Push, there is no pushing the wind's laziness.
Hongying couldn't remember how many more times the person covering her body was slapped. At that time, she only felt that a long, long time had passed. Feng Zhisao's body was shaking, but he didn't say a word.
In the end, the person who was going to make the two of them to make alchemy looked at the two of them looking like dead people, and lost interest, so they left in despair.
Feng Zhisuo was seriously injured at that time, and all the elixirs and antidotes on their bodies had been taken away. Feng Zhisuo woke up in pain in the middle of the night, but he gritted his teeth and said nothing, with dark eyes in his usually peach blossom eyes. Emotions, looking at Hongying like falling into the abyss.
After enduring day after day in the black cave, it was really that the sky and the earth were not working. Hongying and Feng Zhisao turned their backs to each other to keep warm. They didn’t know how long it had been, but they When the two were about to be thrown into the furnace to refine elixirs, suddenly the black cave became chaotic.
They took advantage of the chaos to escape, and Feng Zhilai was seriously injured. He wanted to scold Hongying away and let her live, but he couldn't drive Hongying away.
Hongying stumbled and ran with Feng Zhishao on her back. In the end, Hongying was caught by someone, but Feng Zhishao was hidden by someone.
Hongying endured a lot of torture in the black cave. After all, she had rough skin and thick flesh. Although the root of the disease was found here, it did not damage the root. When Hongying woke up, she looked up and saw the mountain temple where the moonlight passed through. The statue of the god was compassionate and illuminated the suffering.
She knew that Feng Zhisao had been looking for her for a long, long time.
When Hongying saw Feng Zhiluo, his hands were covered in blood, and he looked like a bloody man. She could not imagine how he managed to get herself out of those places with serious injuries. came out.
Hongying felt that she had no heart and no tears, but that day, she suddenly cried for a long time, as if she had shed all her tears in her life.
Feng Zhisao looked at Hongying's tears and suddenly tugged at her clothes angrily. But when he reached out to Hongying's eyes to wipe her tears, he suddenly stopped. His hands were dirty, and he didn't know if the blood on his hands was his own or someone else's. At that time, he didn't even dare to touch Hongying.
When Feng Zhidao regained his silence, he finally said softly, "It's okay, it will pass."
Hongying looked at Feng Zhisao's gentle profile, never knowing whether he was really romantic or fake, or that it was hard for anyone to resist his gentle offensive. She suddenly realized that she had never understood him.
Tell me, he is such a cool person, why can't he be more cool to her?
Hongying thought about it for a long time that day. Finally, she looked at Feng Zhisao with tears in her eyes and said, "If you like that woman and you are so good-looking, just go and please her. Why bother?" Forsaking the near and seeking the far away has made me look like this.”
Feng Zhisao stared at Hongying, murmuring something, and finally answered the question, "I don't know why..."
Feng Zhisao looked at the dark sky outside the house and sighed, "What if It would be great if I could become stronger.”
Hongying knew the fate of Feng Zhizai, so she cried harder, "No, don't become stronger."
Feng Zhizai's life was favored by heaven, and his fate was destined to be immortal. Unobstructed, this is also the gentlest and cruelest trap.
Feng Zhidao still didn’t understand the unreasonable talk in her mouth sometimes, so he comforted her: “Don’t cry. If you get beaten again in the future, I’ll just stop you and hurry up. If you get caught in the future, I’ll do it quickly.” Just click on it.”
The few sincere tenderness in Feng Zhiluo’s life was left here in Hongying. In the end, Feng Zhiluo fainted because his body could not bear it, and many gentle unsaid words were left behind. In the unattended wind.
Hongying saw that Feng Zhisao didn't have a good piece of skin on his body, and she was determined not to let him get involved. She put him into the formation and went to the secret realm alone to find the medicine.
Hongying spent all her family property and put seventy-seven forty-nine talismans on Feng Zhichao's body. With the help of the system, she formed a friendship with a famous doctor from Medicine God Valley and asked him to heal Feng Zhichao's injuries. The secret realm narrowly escaped death and finally returned.
However, after Feng Zhiluo woke up, the miracle doctor from Yaowang Valley had left. His body had almost recovered, but Feng Zhiluo's personality had changed drastically.
Seeing that there was no trace of warmth in Hongying's eyes, he spoke harshly to Hongying, and even added an unprovoked sense of teasing to Hongying, which became more and more serious day by day.
Hongying doesn’t know what mistake caused the two of them to suddenly become incompatible. Under Feng Zhisao’s bad attitude towards her day after day, the temperature in Hongying’s eyes slowly cooled down. , Hongying herself had auxiliary tasks, and she simply continued to treat Feng Zhiluo as the task target.
When Feng Zhiluo left without saying goodbye, a flower suddenly appeared on Hongying's window sill, which was the "reincarnation lotus" that blooms only once in a century.
At that moment, Hongying really thought that Feng Zhishao knew something. Hongying stared blankly at the rare treasure that was hard to find, and he just casually placed the "Reincarnated Lotus" on his window sill.
The wind blows through the delicate petals of the swaying lotus, like ripples blowing across the ground.
It turned out that he had always had a premonition that she would die. That year, she saw the young man with delicate features and charming smile for the first time in the imperial capital. She jumped down from the tree, quietly landed on his window sill, and quietly placed a flower on his window sill. A rose covered with dew.
Many years later, the boy gave her a belated return gift.
Hongying wanted to turn around and look for Feng Zhuluo, but the night slowly invaded the time. The sound of the mountains and the water was the sound of the old place after all.
The young man in the book made a bet with the swordsman, betting on a reincarnated lotus flower in the hands of the immortal swordsman.
The story passed down in later generations is about his romantic past with a gentle woman. She is not in the story.
Hongying came back from the surging thoughts, stared blankly at the lights of Wanjia, and closed the book of memories. She still remembered a romantic prodigal who accompanied her through a long alley. , at first he laughed at her, saying that she was infatuated that she shouldn't have, but contradictoryly allowed her to follow.
After leaving the imperial capital, he did the opposite, always following Hongying unhurriedly, as if she could see him as soon as she turned around.
Hongying watched the lights of Wan's family go out. She remembered that Feng Zhiluo had given her a glass lamp that would never go out.
At that time, he had become the youngest Golden elixir cultivator. He was young and promising, and was considered a genius by everyone, but he had no smell of an immortal cultivator at all. At that time, Hongying's infatuation with Feng Zhisao was also famous in Kyushu.
Hongying followed Feng Zhizuo and soon became an accessory on his body. She followed him through the mountains of swords and fire. Feng Zhizuo didn't know whether it was because of helplessness or because she was disturbed by her infatuation. The two finally reconciled. .
I heard that the Lantern Festival in the human world was very lively. When Feng Zhilai came down the mountain, she accompanied him to put out the lanterns with a dead expression.
The lanterns in the whole street are as bright as stars in the day, and the crowds are surging. Hongying is finally infected and integrated into the liveliness. Looking up, the ancient and inherited blacksmith flowers bloom in the night sky, and the bright ephemeral flowers appear in the night sky. Amidst the exclamations of the crowd, she turned around with emotion, only to see in the dimly lit place, a romantic young man and a beautiful girl standing in front of him. The two were talking and laughing, and the girl walked towards him holding the light. crowd.
Hongying had complicated feelings for Feng Zhishao. Looking at the pairs of figures, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. But when she turned around, she saw Feng Zhishao taking the girl's lantern and walking towards her alone.
Feng Zhisao pretended to be casual and handed the lamp handle to Hongying's hand, and said softly, "The eldest lady of Jiange from a century-old family has melted the heart of a sword to make a lamp, which can illuminate ghosts and monsters. I heard that this The lamp of fireflies will never go out.”
“What are you trying to do by deceiving others?” Hongying smiled angrily.
“I’m not lying to you, why are you anxious?” Feng Zhisao chuckled. "Besides, I bartered with her of equal value, so I didn't get it for free."
Hongying refused to accept it.
"Don't you like this style? I've learned how to practice it, and I'm pretty good at it. I can try other tricks for you." The summer wind blew a few strands of hair around Feng Zhixiao's eyes, and he ignored the red Ying, thinking about herself, smiled tremblingly.
Seeing that she was refusing to pick her up, he just said lightly, "If you don't want it, don't follow me in the future."
Hongying took it from Feng Zhisao's cold hand. After passing the lantern, he turned his head and pursed his lips quietly. Before his hands were warm, the lantern was snatched away by him again.
Hongying was at a loss, thinking she was teasing her again, so she walked very fast, her clothes fluttering.
Feng Zhinuo moved slowly and did not pursue him. He chuckled softly.
"Let's see what kind of style it is changed into. Hmm, do you like it?"
A few days later, as the stars in the sky fell, Hongying returned to the yard and accidentally saw the handsome young man under the tree. He seriously gesticulating with lamps.
At that time, she took over the exquisite and unique lamp. She didn’t know that the person in front of her was taking the sword on her body and melting the sword core into the flames, and giving it to the glazed lamp in her hand. wick.
He said that the glazed lamp can illuminate evil spirits and monsters, and the lamp of firefly will never go out.
A hundred years passed in an instant, and she seemed to see that person again in the lights of thousands of houses.
It was summer all over the sky. Hongying suddenly discovered that summer had arrived, but the romantic people who had been waiting for summer never appeared again.
Chaimen enters a deep dream, and the sunset is chaotic with cicadas.
Wanbi Liusi, the sound of the song is "婘咘咒".
The cicada chirping that year was short-lived after all.
He has a cold temperament, but when he smiles, he is like a romantic young man with flowers blooming on the street. She thought she had forgotten it, but it turned out it was still so clear.
For hundreds of years, she looked at him like the rising sun, but on the other side, he was like the setting sun. He was the perfect sacrifice chosen by Heaven, she thought, it would be best if she died before him.
Feng Zhisao had always known that Hongying was approaching him with a purpose, and had always wanted to drive her away. However, until Hongying died, and after pondering over it, he still failed to guess that she had something. What purpose.
Maybe Feng Zhiluo wanted to have a happy ending, because Hongying liked him, but he never dared to think about it.
When Hongying died, Feng Zhisao protected her under the thunder. When he held her, his arms trembled slightly, and the tears in his romantic eyes fell on her face drop by drop. , he said, he will find her forever and ever, he will come to her.
"Meow~" The noble and lazy puppet stretched out its paws and patted Hongying's hand, as if to comfort its heavy-hearted owner.
Hongying lowered her head and smiled slowly, covering up the flash of sadness in her heart. Once upon a time, it was difficult to make water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was nothing but clouds. The young man she had been with for a long time was gone after all...
There are dandies in this world, and it is hard to buy them with a lot of money, so the prodigal son will turn back.
Hongying lowered his head and asked, "Meow meow, can you find another person like him?"
"Meow~"
Qingshan is on the house, The green water is under the house, but it changes every season. Time goes around.
Having a lover is the most pitiable and hateful thing. It is better to be a heartless lover. Another year when the flowers bloom, she should also come out.
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(End of this chapter)