The blood mist has dissipated.
The streets of Jiangcheng were crowded with people, and the people lined the road to welcome them. A little girl ran over, holding flowers in both hands, and gave them to Huai Bai.
This is a bouquet of camellias just picked.
Pink petals, white stamens, crystal dew rolling on the petals.
Huai Bai took the flowers with a smile.
Ming Luan was standing beside her, the girl looked at the man in black timidly, and was frightened by her evil spirit, she turned her head and left quickly.
Huai Bo tilted his head and raised his lips slightly, "Close your eyes."
Ming Luan closed his eyes blankly.
Huai Bo leaned over and put a pink flower on her temple. The woman covered in jet black had a pink flower pinned in her hair. Huai Bo couldn't help covering her lips and giggling. Looking at her, his black eyes were moist and innocent.
"It's so pretty," Huibo pressed her hand, "don't take it off."
When Zhuzhu saw Mingluan when she arrived at the city lord's mansion, she pointed at her and burst into tears. Huai Bo didn't take it seriously, he just thought that Ming Luan's attire was too scary. Dressed in black, he looks like a mesmerizing impermanence, no wonder children are not afraid.
She was originally bringing the younger generation to practice, but when she returned to Gushan, she happened to pass by Jiangcheng. Once the matter was resolved, she would continue to bring people back to the sect.
After bidding farewell to the orchid bream, Huai Bai invited Ming Luan back to Gushan. They only met for the first time, but it was like a reunion. When seeing Ming Luan, Huai Bai felt very familiar and wanted to get close. In the past hundred years of memory, I really can't find any details about this person, so I attribute this strange sense of familiarity to the word "fate".
It's not that she is defenseless against Mingluan, the blood mist appeared, and this mysterious person also appeared inexplicably, it's hard not to arouse suspicion, the second purpose of the invitation is to go back to Gushan to let the Taoist priest see Mingluan of origin.
When they arrived at the foot of Gushan Mountain, Huai Bai asked those disciples to return to the mountain by themselves, and he did his best to invite Mingluan to go to the small building in the city to rest first.
The two sat in a secluded place in the tea house.
At this time, there are still several months before the trial of the sect, and many people who seek immortality have come to the city.
Ming Luan looked down at the passers-by downstairs, holding a cup in his hand, wondering what he was thinking.
Huai Bo was not good at dancing, and they always started the conversation when he was with his friends, but after drinking three cups of tea in a row, sitting upstairs until sunset, and being relatively speechless, he finally couldn't help but say: "You... What are you thinking?"
Ming Luan raised his eyes, glanced at her, and said, "Is it true that that person sells the unique materials of the Gushan Trial?"
In her previous life, when she came to participate in the Gushan Trial, she was deceived by an old man, saying that she had read the unique information from Feiyu Peak, a century-old store, and had read it. She was so moved by what she said, if she didn't have no money, she might have bought it.
Huai Bo was slightly taken aback, thinking that she would be thinking about this question in a daze for a long time. She couldn't help laughing, her whole body was soaked in the warm yellow sunset, her brows were gentle, without a trace of water chestnut on her face, Ming Luan just raised her eyes inadvertently at the beginning, but her eyes seemed to be stuck on Huai Bai, and she couldn't move them away no matter what.
The master in my memory is also like this, soft and clean, like the clouds in the sky and the snow on the mountains, people can't help but touch, but I'm afraid that a slight touch will stain her. Ming Luan is still in a daze, but Huai Bai has gone from "the nectar does not moisten the grass without roots, the avenue does not cross the unfavorable people" to the fact that everything in the world has a fate, the encounter between people is fate, and those who seek the way come Gushan is also fate, Taoist trials do not look at background, information, only fate.
With a thought in his mind, Ming Luan suddenly asked: "Then you and I are sitting here today talking, is it also a kind of fate?"
Huai Bai nodded, "Naturally."
Ming Luan asked: "What fate?"
Huai Bai was stunned, Taoism is not as good as the Buddha's land, Buddhism has classifications such as karmic fate, second-order fate, predestined relationship, increasing upper fate, etc. However, in Taoism, the concept of fate is a bit general, and it is called fate to be in line with the way of heaven, and it is connected with thousands of people. Meeting among people is also called fate, if it is necessary to be separated, it can be said to be fate.
Ming Luan stood up, put his hands on the table, leaned over half of his body, and asked, "What fate?"
The black shadow was pressing on Huai Bai, she suddenly had the illusion of being contained, her head couldn't help but tilted back, and it happened to meet Ming Luan's eyes.
Ming Luan looked at her without saying a word, the face that she had thought about for many years was green and immature, like a green fruit on a tree, with thin skin, it would turn red when teased a little , but the juice is sweet and extremely soft to the bite.
Mo never suppressed his desires, and Huai Bai's eyes were too gentle, and Ming Luan lowered his head and kissed him lightly. Rubbing on the cypress surface.
She pried open her extremely soft lips and teeth, thinking, Master is indeed sweet, making her want to swallow it alive.
Waibai opened his eyes blankly and let her kiss him.
Gu Shan Daozi was not familiar with lust, he was dizzy from being kissed, his face was blushing, but unexpectedly he didn't feel any resistance.
Ming Luan whispered in her ear: "What fate?"
Huai Bai's heart was beating like a beating, his eyes were hazy as if covered with a layer of mist, the blood flowed backwards, and the sweet smell of blood spread in his mouth. She said in a daze, "Fate?"
Huai Bai smiled, "Well, it's marriage."
The hoarse laughter sounded like thunder, instantly awakening Huai Bo, she pushed Ming Luan away abruptly, blushing and said: "You, you..."
The water in his eyes faded, and the blood on his face disappeared in an instant.
The veil that covered her face had fallen to the ground long ago, and the black gauze had faded away like ink. The face of the woman sitting opposite her was mottled and covered with blood-red scars, and no one spot was intact. In the world, there is a faint light floating.
Huai Bo suddenly shed a tear.
Ming Luan raised her lips mockingly, and the light in her eyes gradually dissipated, "It scares you." She bent down and was about to pick up the veiled hat, but someone grabbed her hand, and Huaibai's trembling voice sounded in her ear : "Who hurt you like this? Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"
The fir floor was dotted with wet spots, like a drizzle of rain.
Ming Luan's eye sockets also gradually became moist. She sighed silently, picked up the veiled hat, put it on her face, to cover up the traces of her gaffe, "I'm laughing."
Huai Bo wiped away the tears on his face, the corners of his lips curled up, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, he wanted to ask her about the scars on her face, but was afraid of stirring up her sad past, his heart was so torn Terrible, the nose bursts sour.
It was not early at this time, Huai Bai took her to Shouxian Peak to rest, at that time there were only five peaks in the lonely mountain, and Shouxian Peak was used to entertain outsiders.
The moonlight is cold.
Huaibai stood on the edge of Yanhui Cliff, and the mountain wind blew her blue long skirt. She looked at a lonely moon and tried hard to think where she had seen Mingluan before. They should have met before, otherwise why did they feel familiar as soon as they met, and when they saw her scarred face, they felt very distressed, and they didn't feel offended by a sudden kiss.
Huai Bo touched his hot face, unable to believe that he was moved. How is that person good? Disfigured, disfigured, and weird personality, they have only known each other for a day, and Mingluan is still the person in the book, cannon fodder without even a name.
Footsteps sounded behind him, and someone approached slowly, Huai Bai suddenly turned around, saw the person, and smiled slightly, "Why didn't you sleep?"
She didn't find herself smiling more and more.
Ming Luan approached her, "Aren't you too?"
Huai Bo said: "I will use it to practice at night, so that it will be better than time."
The monks can not eat or sleep when they reach the foundation building, but Gushan advocates Taoism and nature, and many people still maintain their previous habits, Huaibai is an exception. Facing this strange world, she was always a little apprehensive. Only by holding the long sword in her hand tightly was she able to feel at ease as if she was holding her own destiny.
Ming Luan smiled softly, "You and I think a little differently."
"What's different?"
Ming Luan didn't speak, just like her, looking up at the bright moon, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
Huai Bai blushed a little, and felt that he was too self-indulgent, so he turned his head, "Mmm."
Mingluan seemed to be keenly aware of her emotional changes, and asked, "Are you upset? Are you shy? Why?"
Waib refused to admit it, "No..."
Ming Luan looked at Huai Bai with the eyes of "do you think I can't see it?"
Huai Bo shook hands, "Don't say that to people casually... The sentence just now has another meaning, which is that I like you."
Mingluan wandered around the world, had never heard of this saying, was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly, the laughter was hoarse, like gravel grinding gently on Huaibai's heart.
Huai Bo was a little ashamed, "Let me tell you the truth, what are you laughing at?"
"That's not bad," Ming Luan took a step closer, looking into her soft almond eyes, "Aren't we destined for marriage?"
Huaibai fled in despair.
Yu Jian jumped out several miles at once, his back was in a panic.
Ming Luan looked at her with a smile. Master is not the same as the person she remembers, but she just finds it interesting. Standing on Yanhuiya, Mingluan walked slowly back to the wing room until the bright moon was sinking in the west and a ray of light was shining in the sky.
Someone was already there waiting for her.
Kapok was about to sit and wait for the rabbit, but she didn't expect that the woman would not show up for a long time. She stayed in the empty room, and before the rabbit came, she was sleepy first, with her head on her hands, like a chicken pecking at rice, little by little.
Ming Luan laughed silently.
Mu Mian opened his eyes and saw a ghostly woman in black standing in front of him. After staring for some time, fear suddenly surged in his heart, his legs became weak, "You, what are you looking at?"
Ming Luan did not speak.
Mu Mian clenched her hands tightly, emboldened herself, and said loudly, "I know how much you feel about my junior uncle, give up, my junior uncle won't like you!"
She didn't want Huai Bo to be entangled by this mysterious and dangerous woman, who made her feel a little scary.
"Junior Martial Uncle doesn't understand the world, you can fool her but you can't fool me, you made the blood mist, right? Did you come to get close to Junior Martial Uncle on purpose? Did you have some plot against Gushan?" She panicked. Zeyan pushed everything to Mingluan, so as to irritate her and make her leave voluntarily. Unexpectedly, just after she finished speaking, Mingluan responded softly, "Yes".
Kapok's eyes widened, but he didn't react, "Huh?"
Ming Luan bent down, endless blood seemed to roll in his eyes, extremely cold and evil.
Kapok opened her mouth, and made a "cluck" sound from her throat. In those eyes, she seemed to see the abyss.
"I did all of this, so what are you going to do?"
Ming Luan put his pale hand on the girl's head, the blood mist flowed into the girl's seven orifices along her palm, and her clear eyes soon became confused.
Fascinated.
"You like her too?" Ming Luan smiled softly, rubbing the top of Kapok's head with his hand, "After this thing is done, die, okay?"
Kapok looked confused and nodded.