Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 177

On the second day, Fang Ling felt a little groggy, and when he touched his forehead, he seemed to feel a little hot.

Fang Ling's body has always been very strong, and he seldom gets wind and cold on weekdays. Perhaps it was because he was outside for a long time in the cold yesterday.

Once this person in good health gets sick, it becomes extremely serious. He feels groggy all day long and just sleeps.

Seeing this situation, He Lianfeng and Fu Sheng were also worried.Fortunately, there is nothing else in Lanqingjing, but there are many thousand-year-old ginseng and ten-thousand-year Ganoderma lucidum.

So she and Fusheng had a hard time with Tiaoba Tiaoba, and fed her two large bowls a day. Sure enough, a few days later, Fang Ling's eyes were red, and her nosebleeds were spurting out, which was really shocking.

Fortunately, after Elder Chang Yu made some suggestions, Fu Sheng finally realized that Fang Ling was worthless at this time, so he took a big stick and chased He Lianfeng out for three or four miles.

Fang Ling managed to save his life under the hands of Fu Sheng and He Lianfeng, when the real Changji came to visit him in person.Seeing that Fang Ling, who has always been articulate and assertive, seemed to have lost half his life in just a cold, he opened his mouth and said:

"It is inevitable for young people to suffer some setbacks. But they must not be depressed and helpless. I believe that those who can calmly deal with the front line of life and death and fight hard in the hall should not let me down at this time." .

For things like face, you should always keep it thick when your abilities are low, just in case you lose it from time to time, it won't be a big deal.Just remember to pick it up one day. "

Ever since Fang Ling heard Master Changji's down-to-earth remarks, after introspection, Fang Ling felt that he was still too young.

As the saying goes, the older is the smarter. Thinking about it this way, even his father, who has not yet learned how to practice, can't compare to him in terms of appearance.

This time, Fang Ling lay down in a groggy state for quite a while when he fell ill this time, and he simply took advantage of his free time to sort out his thoughts.

First of all, there is no doubt that Changting must be Yue Xun.Even if people are similar, they cannot have exactly the same demeanor and tone.

As for why he didn't recognize himself, there were only two reasons. One was that he didn't want to, and the other was that he didn't remember.

Looking back on the past, although we couldn't say we got along well with each other, we didn't offend him at all, and we definitely wouldn't be disgusted by each other or hold a grudge.If we say we don't recognize each other, is there some reason behind it?
Back then, since he used a pseudonym, he probably didn't want to be recognized.He doesn't recognize himself now, is he afraid that he will accidentally say something wrong?
The sages have said: When it is dense, it is like simplicity; when it is spacious, it is like a valley.

Grandpa also taught himself since childhood that he should be broad-minded, generous and open-minded.If this is really the case, wouldn't it seem too unreasonable and too petty to be angry with him?

As for the second point, Fang Ling never thought about it.

Even if he takes [-] steps back, and as time goes by, he really forgets about himself, he must be remembered.

In the blink of an eye, it is the Lantern Festival. This day is not only of great significance to Taoists, but also a very important festival for ordinary people.

Therefore, the disciples of Guiyun Mountain opened the altar to offer sacrifices early in the morning, went to the Yuan Dynasty to perform rituals, and offered sacrifices to the souls of their ancestors. They were busy for half a day.In the afternoon, preparations for the Lantern Festival in the evening began non-stop.

In fact, the Lantern Festival in Guiyun Mountain is mostly conservative, and due to the famous family in the fairy mountain, the rules are very serious, and it is not very interesting to talk about it.

So the ladies in the inner court dressed up and competed in beauty, all focusing on Shangyong County at the foot of the mountain.

There has always been a custom in Shangyong County that lanterns coincide with marriage.Married women will make a sachet and put a strand of their hair in it.

On the night of the Lantern Festival, the sachet is worn around the waist in a special way. If a young man knocks off a girl's sachet in the bustling crowd.He would pick it up, and while apologizing, he would report his name, and they would strike up a conversation after coming and going, and a marriage would be made.

Come to think of it, the bright moon is high in the sky and the lanterns are on. If you are destined to meet that wishful man in the vast sea of ​​people, wouldn't it be a perfect match for the scene of a full moon and beautiful flowers?
Taking ten thousand steps back, even if you accidentally bump into a crooked melon and cracked date, you can still take advantage of the dark night and wind to escape.

Fang Ling had already made plans.It's rare that everyone is busy celebrating the festival today. No one, no matter the disciples of Guiyun Mountain or the ladies in the inner court, has the mind to care about themselves.

I just don't know whether Mr. Chang Ting's master and his apprentice will celebrate the festival?But I heard from Xian Yue that today all the elders have to bring their relatives to pass on the disciples to discuss matters in the hall.

Fang Ling took Little Furball through the dense forest through the snow, and followed the clear stream to a cliff.

With the rumbling sound of water, the gentle stream gradually became wild and poured down the cliff.

This seemingly ordinary cliff and waterfall exudes a completely different atmosphere from the surroundings.

Fang Ling swam through the shallow water on the shore, carefully climbed up the boulder on the edge of the cliff, and looked into the abyss.

I saw that the flowers around this deep pool hidden in the snow of the mountain stream did not wither and the trees did not break down, making it look lush and full of vitality.It seems that it belongs to two different worlds from the ice and snow on the top of the cliff.

And above the pool of water, there is even more mist and smoke. At a glance, it looks like a fairyland.

I don’t know what kind of good fortune this pond has received, so that it produces such a wonder in spring and summer in the middle of winter.

"Dahuangxijing" once said: "Li went to the ground because he was choking, and he was in the west pole, and he traveled the sun, the moon and the stars."

That is, this choking sound covers the god of time.The only thing that can cut off time, block years, and make it impervious to changes in seasons, scorching heat and cold winter is nothing more than choking and ringing in the ears.

I think I have some fate with this place.If you are unfortunate enough to lose in the future, the Dragon's Mouth of Soul Severance can be regarded as a treasure trove of geomantic omen.It's just a pity that I don't have any descendants to bless me.

While lamenting the infinite good fortune, Fang Ling climbed down the rocks, found a safe place, took out a piece of green sparrow hair, and carefully traced what he saw on the paper.

Fang Ling knew that his cultivation was shallow, and if he didn't get a good grasp of the terrain and environment of Yemingtan in advance, he would definitely not be able to complete the task, and this was a last resort.

Just when she was concentrating on drawing the drawing, she suddenly heard the sound of a little furball jumping and climbing on the branches on the way.

The little furball has been with him since he was a child, and he is quite spiritual. Since he is guarded by him, he has no reason to come to him without any warning.

Thinking of this, Fang Ling, who was full of doubts, hurriedly hid under a rock and watched the path quietly through the thick vegetation.

Sure enough, within a moment, a man in white was seen slowly turning around a bush and appearing by the stream.

And the little furball who should have been guarding outside has already become a traitor, jumping up and down around the people who come, as if meeting relatives who haven't seen for many years, how can they warn the police?

(End of this chapter)