"Is there any cold fragrance in your sleeves?"

Sitting alone in the stone house, Li Xiuyuan withdrew his consciousness from Tantai Mingyue's small courtyard and murmured softly.

He didn't expect that the woman from the Wuji Holy Land would have such extraordinary talent, even if he had been familiar with poetry and books since he was a child, he would be ashamed of herself.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but move outside the door, walked into the few peach trees in the courtyard that had not been swallowed by the volcano, stood under the trees and closed my eyes quietly.

My heart seems to have returned to Fengyun City that year and the spring banquet that night.

The young man didn't know what it was like to be sad, so he wrote poems lightly. In order to make Mr. Bo and everyone else smile, he wrote that classic line that was circulated in Fengyun City.

The turbulent wind blows away the apricots, and the returning birds are frightened and fly away with red sleeves and rouge.

The young man of that year was so crazy that he will never come back.

Thinking of the two girls standing under the eaves, sniffing the cold fragrance from the garden, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but bend down to pick up a handful of petals that had fallen in the wind, and returned to the table in the room to sit down.

He took a bowl and gently pounded the petals into mud, and then squeezed out the juice... took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, dripped some warm tea on the table, and mixed it with the peach blossom juice.

Carefully pour it into the inkstone, hold a tube of pine ink, and grind it gently.

In my heart I was thinking of the spring breeze that year, but in my eyes I saw a spring garden under the snow-capped mountains and above the ruins.

The mountain breeze in the night blew into the living room, with a chill from the top of the snow-capped mountains. There was also a faint fragrance of flowers that blended into the night wind, just like the plum tree he had in front of the Tianyun Mountain hall.

In the harsh cold wind, it quietly exudes its own unique cold fragrance.

The sword intention in the pen has been hidden in his chest, and what he holds in his hand at the moment is just a wolf hair.

With this ink ground with peach blossom juice and spiritual tea, a faint cold fragrance arose as soon as I started writing.

The mist is thick, the clouds are dark, and the day is long, and the auspicious brain sells the golden beast.

It’s the Double Ninth Festival and it’s the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night.

After dusk when I drink wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling my sleeves.

There is no way that I am not in ecstasy, the spring breeze blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

...

Before the ink was dry, he took out his own seal and lightly stamped it with cinnabar on the inscription. It was still from the Shura Heaven: Luoxia Immortal.

Looking at my unique font on the paper, there was no trace of anger at all, it was just a pair of neat and elegant words and paintings, and I couldn't help but laugh quietly.

I don’t know how many years have passed in heaven and earth, but I finally hid the sword energy in my pen.

If the teacher from the library were here, he would like to ask: "I wonder if the teacher can see a sword spirit from between the lines of these words?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to see his two masters.

At this moment, he felt as if he was walking at night in brocade clothes.

When the ink was dry, he quietly put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, reached out and lit a small red clay stove on the table.

Along the way, he used the tea sets brought by Tantai Mingyue.

The tea set given to him by the female saint of Meishan had not yet been properly used. At that moment, he remembered the scene of meeting the saint in his dream that night.

All people below the Dao of Heaven are ants, but those above the Dao of Heaven are saints.

Unexpectedly, there is a saint hiding deep in this snow-capped mountain.

And because of his relationship with Monk Buli and Yun Ziyi, he was able to meet the legendary saint, even though he was only half-drunk and half-awake in his dream.

But in his opinion, how can an ordinary person like him figure out the methods of a saint?

On this windy and rainy night in Lengxiang, Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting alone in the stone house, couldn't help but take a piece of the Hanmei Lingcha given to him by the female saint and drop it into the purple clay pot, along with the spring water from the snow-capped mountains.

There was an aroma in the room that was more intoxicating than the dark fragrance that filled my sleeves that night, lingering in the air along with the dense scent of tea.

Holding a cup of spiritual tea that is unique in the world, I took a sip.

Then he laughed and murmured to himself: "You are so wasteful..."

After saying goodbye to the female saint, it would be a waste for him to drink this spiritual tea again. However, the cold fragrance guarding the garden made him unable to help but relive the scene of meeting the saint that night.

Holding the tea cup in his hand, he said to the void: "Senior, you won't blame me, will you?"

Quietly, guarding a lonely lamp, he drank two cups of spiritual tea, waved his hand to extinguish the oil lamp on the table, Li Xiuyuan took out his oil-paper umbrella, went out and got into the continuous spring rain.

...

On the Xuanwu Continent, in the Meishan Mountains, the female saint sitting quietly in the palace murmured: "You are such a person with a faint fragrance on your sleeves, little guy, where do you come from?"

Unlike Li Xiuyuan at night, the female saint at the moment was holding a cup of spiritual wine brought back by monk Buli, brewed by Li Xiuyuan on the bamboo peak of Tianyun Mountain.

Smelling the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves, the female saint couldn't help but murmured: "On this beautiful day, isn't this glass of wine a faint cold fragrance?"

"It's hard not to be ecstatic, the spring breeze blows behind the curtains, and people are thinner than yellow flowers..." It seems that when you return from the snow mountain ruins, I have to let you see the beautiful scenery of Meishan.

While carefully tasting the artistic conception written by the young man, the female saint was thinking about how to invite this interesting guy to live in Meishan for a few years.

Nothing else but this poem, a glass of wine, and a pot of tea.

She was afraid that the young man in front of her could not satisfy her curiosity even if she stayed on Meishan Mountain for several years.

"I didn't expect that stupid monk Buli to have an epiphany because of your unintentional words. Why don't you come and help these stupid disciples like me?"

Thinking of her dead female disciple, the female saint couldn't help but sigh quietly and drank up the spiritual wine in the cup.

...

The morning below the snow-capped mountains seems to come later than above the grassland.

Baili Yunyan rubbed her eyes and pushed open the door. After washing herself, she lit a fire to cook porridge and boiled water. She prepared to cook some spiritual tea before calling her senior sister to get up.

When I came to the living room, I held the rag in my hand and was about to wipe the wooden table, but I was stunned for a moment.

He picked up the note on the table in a daze and shouted loudly: "Senior Sister, Junior Sister, come out quickly... something big has happened."

Tantai Mingyue, who was about to open the door, heard her junior sister's call and couldn't help shouting, like a bolt of lightning, she went to the living room.

Even Feng Yun and Murong Zhilan also pushed open the door and rushed towards the living room amidst Baili Yunyan's screams.

Entering the living room, Tantai Mingyue looked at Baili Yunyan who was in a daze and asked: "What happened? Junior sister is so panicked?"

Baili Yunyan shook his head, handed her the note in his hand, and said in a daze, "That guy has been here before."

Tantai Mingyue was startled. She lowered her head to look at the note in her hand and saw that it read:

Even when they come to Lantian, they still have to take turns to keep vigil.

Just two of the most ordinary words made Tantai Mingyue startled, and then a feeling of warmth arose in her heart.

He sighed, handed the note to Fengyun in front of him, and smiled to himself: "Look, if we killed a killer last night, what would have happened to us!"

Murong Zhilan was stunned, took the note from Fengyun's hand, glanced at it, and then shouted: "What a little Shura, he turned bad and tried to scare my sister and me in the middle of the night!"

Tantai Mingyue looked at her and shook her head, saying softly: "Junior sister, he is here to remind us."

He sat down softly leaning against the table, and what caught his eye was a piece of Hu Xuan folded into three folds.

"Which one of you is writing here?" He muttered softly and unfolded the Hu Xuan on the table.

As she unfolded Hu Xuan, a vague floral fragrance rose in front of her. Tantai Mingyue frowned slightly, wondering where this floral fragrance came from.

Just for a moment, not to mention Tantai Mingyue, even Baili Yunyan standing behind her exclaimed: "What a beautiful font, I have never seen it before."

Murong Zhilan leaned over and recited the verses on the paper softly, and finally exclaimed again: "Sister, you said that guy is not bad, but he actually eavesdropped on our conversation last night!"

Tantai Mingyue ignored her shouts, but whispered softly: "... After dusk when drinking wine in Dongli, there is a faint fragrance filling the sleeves.

There is no way that I am not in ecstasy, the spring breeze blows behind the curtain, and people are thinner than yellow flowers."

"What a subtle fragrance, is this a coincidence, or are you really eavesdropping on our conversation?"

This time it was Tantai Mingyue's turn to be in a daze. The neat and beautiful fonts were something she had never seen before.

Not only was she amazed by the poetry between the lines, but the words "Luoxia Immortal" at the end of the inscription also deeply moved her.

When Feng Yun and others saw that the senior sister was fine, they went to fetch water, wash up, and prepare to have breakfast and go out for a walk. After all, this was a rare event and they wanted to communicate with monks from other holy places.

Baili Yunyan sighed and said with an angry smile: "I didn't expect that this guy would act like a bandit when he came to Lantian Town, doing sneaky things."

Tantai Mingyue ignored it and said softly: "Junior sister, where is the Luoxia Mountain in Xuanwu Land? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Baili Yunyan smiled and said: "This is either the name that guy gave himself, or the mountain is too small to attract the monks' attention."

"Junior sister, you didn't expect that a guy who didn't even have his spiritual veins condensed actually called himself Immortal Luoxia."

Sighing, Tantai Mingyue looked at the poetry between the lines and became stunned.

Baili Yunyan shook her head, turned around and walked out of the living room. The porridge was still cooking in the kitchen, so she had to watch it.

Tantai Mingyue, who was sitting blankly in front of the table, murmured: "You are so ecstatic, the spring breeze blows behind the curtain, and you are thinner than a yellow flower... I wonder where you are hiding now?"

My fingers were on the table, following the strokes on the paper, and I couldn't help but imitate them.

...

At this time, Li Xiuyuan was staring at a bowl of mushroom porridge in a daze. He had picked and dried the mushrooms on Tianyun Mountain. He had forgotten to use them to cook porridge along the way. He had nothing to do today, so he had time to taste them slowly.

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To be continued...