The light between the trees glowed with a faint, soft green color, and the sunlight illuminated the Taoist view clearly. From the far wall, the sound of crickets could be heard from time to time, and the fine dandelion seeds were blown by the breeze. Skimming through their hair.
The boy in green clothes and the girl in white skirt were leaning against each other, hiding in the shade of a tree and reading.
The sky seemed to have been washed by showers, with flocculent clouds scattered here and there. The eaves of the Taoist temple had a gentle arc in the distance, and the green tiles were neatly laid out.
Ning felt such beauty for a long time. He occasionally raised his head from the sea of books and looked at the sunshine outside the shade of the tree.
The sun shines brighter than ever.
Zhao Xianger also raised her head slightly. The girl's ancient and quiet face looked at the sun, her delicate face softened.
The continuous rain in the imperial city still happened yesterday, and the flickering light in the Taoist temple felt unreal.
Under the big tree, the flow of time also slowed down.
The dappled light slowly moved to the leaves and swirled on their clothes. The dream is not over yet.
Ning Jiujiu said softly: "Junior sister Xiang'er."
"Huh?" Zhao Xiang'er raised his chin slightly.
Ning Jiujiu turned around and saw a face reflected in the mottled spring light.
"Would it be boring to read here all the time?" Ning Jiujiu suddenly asked.
Zhao Xiang'er shook his head, hit him on the head with his ponytail as punishment, and said seriously: "This kind of classics will only make people unable to put down the scrolls. If you just want to read with me and deal with it perfunctorily, then your days will indeed be like years, and you don't have to so."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "How can it be boring? I also like this book very much, and I also like people who like this book."
Zhao Xiang'er was already immune to his tricks. She closed the book gently and said, "You and I are not the same book."
Ning Jiujiu thought to himself, of course not, mine is a heavenly book, and yours is a wordless heavenly book... Hey, even though it is a dream, if you have red sleeves to read with you, you shouldn't expect anything else.
I just hope that this kind of dream can last longer.
Ning Jiujiu asked curiously: "Junior sister Xiang'er, do you like it here?"
Zhao Xiang'er looked at it leisurely and said: "Here you can see the clouds and moon above, and the mountains below. The scenery is pleasant, and it is a place where you can feel at ease."
Ning Changjiu asked: "Compared to your Zhao country?"
"My country of Zhao?" Zhao Xianger was displeased.
Ning Changjiu was stunned for a moment, then immediately changed his words: "I'm asking my natal family."
Zhao Xiang'er shook his head gently and realized that he still overestimated Ning Changjiu's character - it turned out that he had been immoral since he was a child!
"Of course the Zhao Kingdom is also very good. I grew up there, and the sisters in the palace are very good to me. By the way, there is also a big banyan tree in the palace, which is about the same size as this tree. I used to like to climb trees. ." Zhao Xiang'er recalled.
Ning Jiujiu was moved in his heart and said, "I don't quite believe it."
Zhao Xiang'er asked: "What don't you believe?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "I don't believe that a little girl with thin arms and legs like you can climb a tree."
"Slim arms and legs?" Zhao Xiang'er raised the corners of her lips and narrowed her eyes with a cunning look, like a crescent moon. She smiled and said, "You haven't been beaten before."
Ning Jiujiu said: "There is a tree next to us, would you like to try?"
How could Zhao Xiang'er admit defeat? She threw the book in her hand into Ning Changchun's arms and said, "Help me read the book and I will open your eyes."
"Junior sister, don't worry." Ning Jiujiu took the book and said with a smile.
Zhao Xiang'er rolled up the sleeves of her Taoist robe, revealing her fair and tender lotus-rooted arms. Without using any of her spiritual power, she jumped lightly and hugged the tree trunk familiarly. Her figure on the tree trunk was not climbing, but It was running around like a nimble kitten.
Zhao Xiang'er reached the first branch that he could stand on in a few leaps.
She half-crouched on a branch, holding on to the trunk, looking down, looking at Ning Changjiu provocatively, and said, "How is it? What do you have to say?"
Ning stared at her for a long time with an expression of admiration: "Xiang'er... really opened my eyes."
"Eye-opening?" Zhao Xiang'er's expression changed slightly. She realized something was wrong, and immediately reached out to hold down her white skirt. The girl suddenly raised her head, with a glow on her snow-white cheeks, and she was more angry, "Ning !long!"
It turns out that the reason for tricking myself into climbing a tree is to take a peek below... to seek death!
Zhao Xianger twisted her wrist and narrowed her eyes like a rapier.
Ning Jiujiu secretly thought that something was wrong. He had seen this look often when he was in Linhe City. At that time, he had been beaten into submission by Xiang'er and was frightened by the majesty of the empress for a long time.
Ning Jiujiu wanted to escape, but it was too late.
Zhao Xiang'er nimbly jumped down from the tree, rushed behind him in one swift step, and threw him onto the soft grass.
In the dream, Ning Jiujiu could not feel the flow of spiritual power. His fight with Zhao Xiang'er was no different from a village boy's duel in a wheat field. The two hugged each other on the lawn and fought, punching each other to the flesh, which was quite entertaining to watch.
In the end, the little lion-like Xiang'er came out on top.
After a skilful struggle with Ning Jiujiu, she gained the upper hand. She clamped her legs around his waist and pressed him hard under her. She clamped down on his arms and stared coldly. Looking at him, he said: "What are you looking at down there? Do you want to dig out your eyeballs?"
Ning Jiujiu argued sophistry: "You climbed up on your own, you wanted to show off your power, I didn't force you...ah!"
Zhao Xiang'er pinched his ears and said, "What did you say?"
"No... nothing!" Ning Changjiu's skills were inferior to others, so he had to beg for mercy: "Miss Xiang'er, spare your life."
"Do you deserve to be spared?" Zhao Xianger refused to let go.
Ning Jiujiu said: "If you hurt me, it will be hard to explain to Master when he is out of sight."
Zhao Xiang'er thought of how merciless he was in the real world, gritted his teeth, grabbed the books scattered beside him, rolled them up, and hit him hard on the head, saying: "You are a stubborn person, I will beat you to death today." You can be considered as sharing Master's worries."
Ning Jiujiu looked at the young face in front of him with an annoyed face, and felt that he should cheer up his husband. He said: "I only let you because of your little girl's family. Don't force me to take action without knowing what is good or bad!"
Zhao Xiang'er was not afraid at all. She didn't know how much he weighed at the age of sixteen. Huh, even if he came to a hundred, it wouldn't be enough for her to fight with one hand!
"I think you're tired of living!" Zhao Xianger rolled up his sleeves.
The spring breeze suddenly picked up, and dandelions were blowing delicately in the wind. On the meadow, the grass and flowers were bent. Under the bright light, their clothes were stained with many scattered flowers and grass, still carrying residual fragrance.
The two people who had originally agreed to study hard were rolling around on the blanket-like grass.
After a chaotic melee, Ning Jiujiu was completely defeated and surrendered to Zhao Xiang'er.
Zhao Xiang'er's ponytail also fell apart in the entanglement, and her dark and delicate hair fell down and stuck to her tender cheeks. The girl finally regained her place and let out a bad breath. She discovered that she had been talking to Ning for a long time. As expected, you can't argue with reason, you still have to use force!
Ning lay on the grass for a long time, feeling the lethality of the girl's tight legs. After being resigned to being defeated, he had no choice but to comfort himself that it was not shameful to lose to his wife.
Hmm... What's more, it's because of the dream. Maybe he subconsciously thinks that Xiang'er is better than him, but if there is another three-year appointment, he has great confidence that he can beat Xiang'er into a good boy and call her husband to beg for mercy. .
Zhao Xiang'er was victorious and in a good mood. She looked at Ning Changjiu's delicate face and resisted the desire to pinch it. She crossed her hands across her chest and between her tender lips, she taught her in an old-fashioned way: "Don't ever do it again in the future." Why don’t you use crooked thoughts and bad brains? Study hard and listen to my senior sister’s words. Do you understand?”
Ning endured it for a long time and agreed.
The two fought fiercely and reconciled quickly.
Zhao Xiang'er is holding the scroll and sitting by the lotus pond, reading the book. Her bare feet are swaying her slender white calves, washing the pond where the duckweeds are reflected. Under her soft skirt, ripples are flowing freely. The toes that were not stained by dust were spread out, and the sunlight reflected on the small toes, giving the thin jade armor a mother-of-pearl sheen.
Ning Jiujiu tiptoed behind her.
Zhao Xiang'er paused while reading, raised her head slightly, and said, "What do you want to do? Don't you remember the beating?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she felt something fall on her head. Zhao Xiang'er was slightly startled, touched it with her hand, then leaned forward and looked at herself reflected in the pond. All she could see was that there was more on her head. A beautifully woven, tightly woven wreath.
Zhao Xiang'er said quietly: "Humph, give me a wreath? Are you wishing that I would die early?"
Ning Changjiu said: "This is a grass circle, flowers are not easy to make."
"My little flowers and grass were growing so well, but you, the villain, tore them down without any hesitation!" Zhao Xiang'er condemned.
Ning Jiujiu said sincerely: "It is a waste of money to wear it on my head, but on Dai Xiang'er's head is the crown of Her Highness the Empress."
Zhao Xiang'er's expression moved slightly. She bit her lip and kept telling herself not to be deceived by sweet words.
She looked cold and said: "I don't have a minister who doesn't like studying like you. You are dismissed!"
Ning Jiujiu said innocently: "Your Highness is so cruel."
Zhao Xiang'er said proudly: "I am Qingjun!"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "Xiang'er, you are here for the first time in Guanzhong. Let me take you for a walk."
"Are you deliberately trying to disturb my study?" Zhao Xianger said angrily.
Ning Jiujiu said: "It's just a change of place to study."
As he spoke, he grabbed Zhao Xiang'er's wrist. Zhao Xiang'er struggled slightly and was pulled up by him.
"Wait a minute, I haven't put on my shoes yet." Zhao Xianger, wearing a flower crown and long hair, half pushed and half went with him to visit this Taoist temple that she hadn't had time to take a closer look at.
It was exactly noon, and the sun was shining down along the central axis of the Taoist temple.
Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er set out from the temple where their master retreated and walked outside.
"This is the Divine Calendar Hall. Three Taoist masters and a god who controls the divine calendar are enshrined in the temple. There is a magic tool for calculating time on the wall. It is said to be accurate." Ning Jiujiu took her to the first building. temple.
There were only two of them in the Taoist temple at the moment. There was no incense in the temple, so it was very quiet.
Zhao Xiang'er looked around, nodded slightly, and said, "Well... these gods are very unfamiliar."
Ning Changjiu pointed to the sophisticated instruments on the wall and said, "When was Xiang'er born? It is said that this time-telling device can arrange the birth date and predict destiny."
Zhao Xianger asked in confusion: "Birth? How could I remember this when I was born?"
"..." Ning Jiujiu didn't know how to refute.
"This is the Ling Ling Pavilion, where the master... is the place where a master is in charge."
Ning Jiujiu almost let it slip that there was no senior sister in the Taoist temple at the moment. If he spoke, it would probably cause confusion between dreams and reality and wake him up directly.
They came to the next room.
"The style here is too serious, I don't like it." Zhao Xianger said straightforwardly.
Ning Jiujiu took her around the Lingling Pavilion. The things placed there look valuable, but they don't have much appreciation value.
Ning Changjiu brought Zhao Xiang'er to the cloud platform and looked down with her from above.
"Where is..." Zhao Xianger asked, covering the light with one hand and pointing to the small town under the Taoist temple with the other.
Ning Jiujiu explained: "That's Dahe Town. There are many craftsmen living there, all with superb skills and ingenious craftsmanship. When we have free time, we can go and see it together."
"Dahe Town?" Zhao Xianger asked, "Where is the river?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Dahe Town may not necessarily have a river."
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Yes, it would be better to live forever than to live forever."
Ning Jiujiu frowned slightly and said, "Zhao Xiang'er may not..."
Zhao Xiang'er laughed childishly: "Not necessarily what?"
Ning Jiujiu also smiled: "It's nothing, Xiang'er is as fragrant as the name suggests."
"A prodigal son!" Zhao Xiang'er reached out and grabbed his ears.
Ning Jiujiu deftly avoided and grabbed her hand.
"Uh huh... let go!" Zhao Xiang'er struggled with her wrist.
Ning Changjiu said: "I will take Xiang'er to find a good place to study."
"No need to search! Any place without you is a good place!" Zhao Xiang'er always felt that he was delaying her study.
The two of them joked all the way, and Ning Jiujiu took her to the Lotus Book Garden.
As soon as they entered the book pavilion, the two of them saw the word "quiet" in the pavilion with dragons and phoenixes dancing in it.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at the word 'quiet' and appreciated it for a while. Generally speaking, there will be such words in the bookstore to remind everyone to study quietly, but this is the first time I have seen such words.
However, the books in the pavilion are so dazzling that it is difficult to read them all at a glance.
Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xiang'er wandered around, walking around in the bookshelf. Zhao Xiang'er grabbed a book and turned it over in his hands. He saw that the writing in the book was clear and well-organized. Although he couldn't understand it, it should be. It's a serious book.
Well, this dream is very thoughtful, even the details of the book are so well done.
Zhao Xiang'er couldn't help but sigh.
"I like here."
The two lingered in the sea of books for a while, their eyes passing over the name on the spine of the book, and finally returned to the word "quiet" that was not quiet. Zhao Xianger expressed his love for this book pavilion.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Then we can come here often to study."
Zhao Xiang'er looked at the bookshelves and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to finish reading the books here in a lifetime."
Ning Jiujiu thought of his fifth senior brother and chuckled, "That's not necessarily the case."
Zhao Xiang'er said: "This Taoist temple is huge, but it is quite cold."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Perhaps this is created by heaven and earth for us."
Zhao Xiang'er was thoughtful.
The two came to the center of the book pavilion. There was a pool in the center of the book pavilion. There were countless golden lotuses in the pool. The spring water from the top slowly gushes out, watering each golden lotus and making it shine.
"Every lotus here is a book." Ning Jiujiu said.
"What's written on it?" Zhao Xiang'er touched it lightly with her fingers. The lotus seemed slightly shy and its petals were slightly closed.
Ning Jiujiu said: "I'm afraid I have to ask Master about this."
Zhao Xiang'er didn't ask further questions. They walked out of the bookstore together and returned to the bright sunshine.
The two of them walked down the steps.
Below is the release pool.
"This is my favorite place." Ning Jiujiu pointed to the release pond and said.
Zhao Xiang'er leaned against the railing, her eyes following the small fish in the pond, and said, "Just looking at the fish?"
Ning Changjiu smiled and said: "We can go to Dahe Town to catch some fish in the field river and release them here. We can accumulate a lot of merit."
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Then where does the water in this release pool go?"
Ning Changjiu said: "It flows into the river in the fields of Dahe Town."
"..." Zhao Xianger was silent for a moment and said, "Can a Bodhisattva recognize the merits you have accumulated?"
"The Bodhisattva has recognized it." Ning Jiujiu said.
"Why did you admit it?" Zhao Xianger asked.
Ning looked at him for a long time and smiled softly: "Without these merits, how could I have met Xiang'er? Could it be that I saved the world in previous lives?"
When Zhao Xiang'er heard this, her watery eyes blinked. She leaned against the railing, looking nowhere.
"Stop being so sentimental." Zhao Xianger said weakly, crossed the bridge, and walked forward alone.
Ning Jiujiu followed gently.
The front door is not impressive.
Zhao Xiang'er stopped.
Ning looked at her snow-white back for a long time and asked, "What's wrong?"
"We won't go further." Zhao Xiang'er said.
"Why?" Ning Jiujiu asked. He raised his head and saw a gravel road between this place and the steps.
Zhao Xiang'er's delicate and tender feet were still wet, and her white ankles were translucent and dazzling in the sun.
"It's not convenient for Xiang'er to leave, I'll just carry you there." Ning Jiujiu said.
Zhao Xiang'er's eyes trembled slightly.
In that autumn rain when they made the three-year appointment, she was held by Ning Changjiu and ran wildly in the rain for a long time. This was a memory she would never forget.
But now that she has a clear mind, she is still very shy.
"I'll give you a hug and I won't beat you!" Zhao Xiang'er pushed him away and said, "It's getting late, go back to study, don't delay."
Ning Jiujiu also nodded gently.
There are countless mysteries in this scripture, and it is better to understand it as soon as possible. Now he is in the City of Ten Thousand Demons. Although he is protected by Si Ming, women are not as powerful as him.
Ningjiu touched her sleeves for a long time and walked gently back to the grass outside the Immortal Temple.
Zhao Xianger was sitting on the lawn, wearing a wreath of grass and leaning against the tree, like an elf girl walking out of the forest.
Ning Changjiu sat down next to her and read a book together.
Time slowed down again.
The two looked at the book, raised their heads from time to time, and their eyebrows met. After being separated for more than half a year, the feelings in their hearts grew in their dreams. They looked at each other, tacitly understanding each other, and involuntarily started doing other things on the lawn.
"What about this? This is my first time..."
"Hmm... I don't feel very comfortable. Don't move for now and let me get used to it for a while."
"Maybe the posture is not good, let's change it."
"Change...to what position? No, it's so embarrassing."
"You'll be fine once you get used to it..."
On the lawn, the two of them were discussing how to read a book together.
I saw Ning Jiujiu stretched out his legs, and Zhao Xiang'er's head was gently pillowed on his lap. Zhao Xiang'er moved his neck, grabbed the book and tried it, and said: "This posture is good, you will be mine from now on." The pillow is gone, let’s read like this!”
Ning Changjiu said: "You always rest on me while reading. I suffer a lot. When will you let me rest on your pillow?"
"It's your honor! Not to mention that girls' legs can be rested on, don't even think about it." Zhao Xiang'er dismissed.
Ning Jiujiu said: "When I can beat you, I'll see if you still dare to be so arrogant."
Zhao Xianger said: "Then you will probably be bullied by me for the rest of your life."
"Okay, for a lifetime." Ning Changjiu said softly.
Zhao Xianger covered her reddish cheeks with a book. She pursed her thin lips and said dullly: "Shut up! Read the book!"
After wasting up their time, the two finally began to read the book seriously.
Unexpectedly, Ye Changong sighed softly, hesitating whether to separate them, otherwise it would be too late to read the book... How will they face the disaster that will follow
"Hey, it seems I have to find someone to take care of you." Ye Changong whispered to himself.
…
City of Ten Thousand Demons, Bhikkhu Peak.
Siming sat by the window, with drizzle falling outside. She sighed and finally stopped practicing.
"Why are you laughing?" Siming looked at the bed.
Teeth clenched, the corners of Ning Changjiu's mouth were slightly raised while still asleep, and he smiled from time to time, as if he was immersed in a sweet dream.
Siming walked to the bedside, knelt gently on the bed, and leaned close to Ning Changjiu.
In the dim room, Siming narrowed his eyes and stared at the sleeping boy.
Ning Jiujiu showed no signs of waking up.
Seeing him sleeping peacefully, Siming also felt tired.
"Huh, it's like you can dream." Siming was dissatisfied with Ning's sweet dream for a long time.
She lay down next to him, set up several high-level restrictions outside the wing, and then slowly fell asleep.
Soon after, Ningjiu woke up.
The last scene in the dream was that he and Xiang'er were reading together, until their spiritual sea was exhausted, and then fell asleep under a big tree full of snow-white flowers. They were lying on the grass, Zhao Xiang'er was holding the book, and Ning Chang was sleeping on it. Her soft legs, the scent of broken grass and flowers lingering on the tip of the nose.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw an ancient and beautiful sleeping face.
Ning Jiujiu did not wake up Si Ming who had just fallen asleep, but just pulled up the quilt further.
He recalled his previous dream and looked at the face in front of him quietly, feeling extremely peaceful.
At this moment, in the Three Thousand Worlds, Zhao Xiang'er slowly woke up. She stood up with her sword in hand, pursed her lips, and laughed softly for a while, then she picked up the sword and walked towards the depths of the flames. The air condenses into walls.
…
Middle Earth.
Liu Junzhuo is still on his way to the Ancient Spirit Sect.
Lu Wenwen was in Jiuyou Palace. She fell asleep very late every night recently. She looked out the window at the falling flowers at night, slowly raised her head following the dim light, and saw the moon in the sky.
Seeing the moon and missing people.
Lu Jiaoyou's hair was disheveled in Xueshang, and her graceful figure was quiet and beautiful in the dark night.
She stared at the moon, growing tired.
Lu Jianjian should be considered to be the result of practicing during the day and thinking about it at night.
She walked back to the bed.
Xiao Ling was curled up on the pillow, her closed eyes looked like two lines, which looked really cute.
Lu Marry fell asleep gently.