Chapter 122: Floating Cloud Branch and Jun Jun

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Fuyunzhi patrolled the second floor of the Zhenmo Pagoda carrying a long light, and slowly descended the stairs when a cold west wind suddenly poured in from the wall window on the tower wall, blowing a copper-colored bell hanging under the window edge.
The vermillion's tassels swayed in the wind, hitting the bell body to make a clear ringtone, the ringtone sounded beautifully, echoed in people's ears, at first thought it thought someone came to break into the tower.
Fuyunzhi stopped and walked forward to take a look at the string of bells for a while. When he was about to take it off, he heard the voice of a naughty girl like a bell: "Dad, don't pick it!"
Luo Xiye and he usually carried a long light, and the warm yellow light fell on the corner of her pale pink skirt, like the warm red at the horizon of the setting sun, and a small white hand like a tender jade clutched the layer of red from the spiral ladder. Jumping up and down, I saw that the youth still kept picking up the bells, and his face was full of burnt colors: "Daddy was hanging from Yeye, don't pick it--"
Fuyunzhi glanced at the new skirt on her body, heard her deliberately teasing her, took off the brass bell and pretended not to hear her, and squeezed the red tassel a few times to intentionally ring the bell.
The little girl plucked the lips of two flesh and tried to push the youth away: "Dad is good or bad, this is how Xiye finally hangs up..."
"Is it true that Yeye is hanging up?" Fuyunzhi raised his eyebrows and patted the child's hair with the buns in her bun. "Yuye is not half as tall as her father. It's really not a kid in the tower." Hang it for you?"
Luo Xiye hid the copper bell behind her, and ran away quickly, her voice dragging her elder: "I don't tell dad--"
Fuyunzhi smiled and shook his head, turned to close the wooden window, but glanced at the moon outside the tower.
The night was clear, the stars were slightly dark, and there was no cloud in the sky, but it was a pity that the cold moon was half missing. Even if the moonlight was clear and frost-like, it still indicated that it was a sleepless night.
Fuyunzhi didn't care, and heard that it was raining a few days ago.
But he was trapped in the square with the ghosts and ghosts, and the remaining sword in the sword mound accompanied by loneliness and coldness. The peach blossoms outside the tower, the sky and the earth, the rivers and seas and the lone star of the moon He didn't matter. Even if the west wind blew through the mountains and mountains of Jiuzhou and accidentally entered his tower, he couldn't bring a hint of flowers and a grain of dust.
The people who live in this tower cannot sleep peacefully even if the moon is shining.
Fuyun branch closed the window to cover the remnant moon, reached into the long light to extinguish the candle heart, and the negative hand continued to move slowly in the dark-this tower he lived for tens of thousands of years, even if there is no light, he knows How to get there, this long beacon is not for him, but for the ghosts who have lost their way in the tower and can’t leave the tower.
Thinking of this, Fuyunzhi suddenly felt that he was still lucky, at least he really saw the world outside the tower.
Although it was only once, it was just a glimpse.
When he returned to the Book Collection Pavilion, Luo Xiye was holding a picture book intently and watching it. He didn't find him even when he came. The string of brass bells he had removed earlier was now tied around her waist, shaking slightly .
"Cough."
Fuyunzhi coughed with his hands against the corners of his lips, Luo Xiye recovered, throwing the book and running towards the youth: "Father!"
Fuyunzhi squatted down and hugged the flicking ball, picked up the album but suddenly found that the album was painted by him, with the ability to introduce people into the illusion, no wonder Luo Xiye looked so enchanted.
"Is it fun in the illusion?"
Luo Xiye shook her head: "Only the scenery is beautiful, and the food there can't fill your stomach!"
Fuyunzhi laughed and touched her head: "silly boy."
"And dad, where is this place? It's so beautiful inside!" Luo Xiye pointed her finger at the picture book, a palace outlined with vermilion, lead, yellow and black ink.
Fuyunzhi froze, took off the book in her hand and said, "I've been there, that's a good place."
Luo Xiye took a breath and widened her big round eyes, which seemed to make her cute, "Daddy, have you been here?"
"Of course, how can I draw without going?" Fu Yunzhi got up and inserted the book into the bookshelf.
Luo Xiye was even more shocked, and revolved around the youth group: "Then, Dad, have you ever been to the place you painted in your book?"
Fuyunzhi said with a smile: "Neither."
"Dad you lied to me, you said you couldn't draw without going."
"When did I say that?"
"Just now!"
Fuyunzhi leaned back and squeezed her small face: "You can paint without going, but it is not good, otherwise why do you think only the most beautiful one here?"
Luo Xiye nodded thoughtfully.
Fuyunzhi touched her head again, gathered her thin gauze and turned to the side pavilion, said softly: "Xi Ye, dad went to sleep for a while, you play it yourself."
"Daddy sleeps again?" Luo Xiye frowned, her mouth grinning, "Daddy doesn't play with me, so can I go to the tower to find my brothers and sisters to play?"
"Ok."
With the approval of the youth, Luo Xiye was very excited: "That father Xiye is gone!"
Fuyunzhi said with his eyes closed: "Uh."
In my heart, I was thinking that a child is more interested. She played in this tower for 40,000 years, but she was still not bored. He had only been in the tower for three thousand years, and then he was going crazy and had to learn how to sleep. .
Tari didn't know the spring and autumn, so he had to sleep through the four seasons; Tari didn't see the spring and autumn, so he needed him to seal the beauty of the Six Realms with a pen, a quick glance in thousands of years, and keep it as evidence for future memories.
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Luo Xiye squeezed the door and looked towards the partial pavilion where Fuyunzhi was sleeping. After discovering that her father had actually entered, she returned to the place where the young man had just placed the book, and took out the book she had just read and another new book. , Carrying a long lantern around the bookcase, ran towards the top of the tower with short legs.
When I ran to the four-story tower, suddenly another pale hand came out of the door, blocking the way of falling leaves. A female ghost dressed in white, looking at the young girl timidly, said: "Miss Xiye... "
Luo Xiye stopped, took out the new book she took and put it in the hands of the female ghost, and said with a smile: "The new skirt is very beautiful, thank you sister Bai! This is my father's new painting "Wan Chuan", I go in and play After that, there are a lot of beautiful brothers in it!"
"Thank you Miss Xiye, thank you Miss Yeye..." The female ghost held the picture book with both hands, and kept apologizing. The white clothes gradually disappeared into the dark, but the voice continued, "If you can get a peach blossom for hairpin, it will look better..." "
Luo Xiye frowned and thought about the ghost, and ran her lips to the top of the tower, and then stopped until the door of the ninth floor. She whispered inwardly, "Nine Brother... Are you there..."
There was a sound of chain dragging while walking in the door. Luo Xiye heard this sound and knew that the handsome brother inside was not ill today and could play with her. Sure enough, she heard the gentle and nice voice of Nine Brother: "Yu Ye, come in."
Luo Xiye heard the words and lifted the skirt into the door without any worries. She looked up and saw that Nine Brother was sitting on the big stone chair and looking at her with a smile.
"Nine Brother!" Luo Xiye pinched the book and ran to the man's knee, hugging his thigh.
The man smiled and picked her up, dismissed the two buns on her head and braided her braids: "Your father sleeps again?"
"Huh." Luo Xiye leaned back in his arms with peace of mind, flipping the picture book at random, "Daddy didn't play with me anymore."
"That's because your father is tired. When Xiye was alone, she came to play with me." The man smiled and glanced at the new skirt on the childish girl. "Changed to a new skirt?"
Luo Xiye smiled, "Yeah! This is what I used my dad's new painting and the skirt that Sister Bai changed, but it's pretty! Sister Bai likes to play in the illusion. Nine brother, let's go here to play today? "
"Where—"
The man was about to respond, and after seeing the palace surrounded by peach blossoms in the picture album, he suddenly sagged the smile on his face, and his voice stopped abruptly.
However, Luo Xiye, who kept her head down and said nothing, continued: "Dad said that this is the place he has been to. The painting inside is beautiful, which is more beautiful than the fantasy in other books."
"……it is good."
The man was silent for a while before making a noise. The voice was a little dumb. After taking the book, he looked at the cover. On the left side there were three words written by Jun Xiu: Feng Chunxue
After entering the illusion, the first thing to look at was not the magnificent palace set in glory like a sun, but the flamboyant red, ten miles of peach blossoms.
He stood under the peach blossom tree holding the hand of the naughty girl, looking at the ten miles of flower road in front of him, he dared not take a step, fearing that he would trample on this dreamlike illusion. Yu Xiang, who was wrapped in some peach blossoms, flew into the collar, and Luo Xiye broke away with his hand and ran to the front with a smile, the bell hanging around her waist was crisp, and the coat of clothing was flying in the broken steps. Bring a few petals of peach blossoms and slowly fall to the white clothes that he dropped to the ground, and lie gently on it, as if the white clothes were bloody.
There are more and more glowing red flapping on thousands of branches, and it is almost going to melt the spring. The quiet floral fragrance is scattered in the wind. The man takes a deep breath and puts the fragrance of the wind into the heart and lungs, soothing the acacia lingering in the flesh. , Want to remember this rare sight.
The man looked down at the little bright red, but suddenly a snow-colored dress embroidered with a few dry branches appeared in front of him, shaking in the wind, biting the hearts of others. , Opening eyes repeatedly did not disappear.
Silently, Peach Blossom fell on his shoulder quietly. The man clenched his fists tightly on his side, but he dared not raise his head, for fear that the blossoming peach blossom would wither away by accident, and it would be a farewell at a glance.
"Hang Jun..."
He didn't want to look up, but someone just wanted him to look up.
The man heard this familiar voice, his eyes widened suddenly, and immediately looked up, but there was no more than ten miles of peach blossoms in front of him, and there was no young man among the flowers. There was only a flying snow in his eyes, like a lonely mountain. The snow was so cold that it could not help shaking.
He shook back a few steps tremblingly, but stepped on a dead branch under his feet. When he lowered his head and turned to squat down to pick up the dead branch, the snow-colored clothing pendulum stepped into his eyes again, and it was blurry for a moment. His sight.
His eyes were slightly sore. He raised his eyes again and looked towards the front. This time the young man did not disappear. He stood not far away with a smile, and the peach blossoms were extremely bright behind.
He stared blankly at the young man, his lips curled up slowly, but his face was full of tears. The uninterrupted breeze took away the fragrance of peach blossoms and dissipated his whisper:
"teacher……"