In the unsightly courtyard, the bright and scorching sun began to fall rapidly to the west, and the blazing white light gradually turned red. Soon, the last ray of rose-red light was swallowed up by the clouds in the sky. Everything was quiet, and the bright moon did not rise from the east. Instead of rising, it hangs directly above the head and hangs on the center line of the Taoist temple.
It seems that the moon and the Taoist temple are opposite light and shadow.
The moon is as smooth as a mirror, without any bumps or bumps, and has a quiet beauty.
Then, the moon gradually faded, and the sun rose in the east. Its light came like waves, swallowing up the sea of clouds, mountain peaks, and Taoist temples.
The sun rises and the moon sets, again and again.
Then, the flowers on the big tree in the view began to wither. After the hot and dry air climbed to the peak, they gradually turned yellow, withered, and piled up on the ground.
In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.
Ning Jiujiu and others walked in and out of the temple, and they lived as usual. The passage of time and change of things in the world seems to have nothing to do with them.
"Time flies so fast." Zhao Xianger sighed as she looked at the trees that were gradually becoming bare.
Ning Changjiu nodded in agreement, and in the blink of an eye it was autumn. Unknowingly, when he recalled it, time seemed to have passed in an instant, or as if he had really experienced half a year. He couldn't tell.
Siming glanced at Zhao Xiang'er and said sarcastically: "A girl who cherishes spring only knows how to mourn spring and mourn autumn. What does she know about the passage of time?"
Zhao Xiang'er said quietly: "Do you understand?"
Siming said proudly: "Do you know what my authority is?"
Zhao Xiang'er smiled and said: "The power of time is really suitable for you. After all, you are always..."
Si Ming looked at the girl's thin, moon-like raised lips and said coldly: "You speak without restraint. Didn't your mother teach you to respect your seniors?"
Zhao Xiang'er sat on the wooden chair, gently swaying her calves, and said leisurely: "In terms of seniority, I am the third senior sister, you are the fourth junior sister, and I am your senior. Come on, little junior sister, give me a cup of tea. .”
"You..." Siming clenched his fists, looked at her coldly, and said, "Don't be complacent!"
Zhao Xiang'er said disapprovingly: "You, the priest, are really weird. After being taught so many times by me, you still don't know how to restrain yourself. You still dare to be tough with me. Do you really like to be bullied?"
Siming became even more angry. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth and said, "It's obviously you who is cheating! You are just like Ning Changchun. You work in collusion and are not good people!"
At first, the scuffle between Zhao Xiang'er and Siming was indeed comparable, but soon, Zhao Xiang'er discovered Siming's most fatal weakness - the slave pattern, so Zhao Xiang'er targeted where to attack, and in a few rounds, he Si Ming was beaten until he was completely defeated. He only dared to protect his weak points with his hands, not daring to get up, or bit his lip, and reluctantly called Sister Xiang'er, begging her to let her go, or silently hid behind Senior Sister to seek shelter. .
Siming secretly swore in his heart that when he woke up from the dream in the future, he would capture Zhao Xiang'er and take revenge.
Zhao Xiang'er also asked Ning Jiujiu excitedly about how to make slave patterns. Ning Jiujiu thought about it for a long time and said, "I won't know until I'm eighteen."
Siming made the tea, and the faint fragrance wafted out of the teapot, appearing fragrant in the bleak autumn wind.
Ning Jiujiu swept the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom. He glanced at the girl and woman sitting opposite him drinking tea, and then at Lu Jianwen sitting by the pond. The lotus flowers in the pond were withered, and the lotus leaves were like canopies holding up the rain. , only rows of dry and slanted shelves were left, twisting in the dark water.
The gate was never opened.
Ning Jiujiu swept the fallen leaves aside, wiped away the sweat, walked to Lu Marian's side, sat down gently, and said, "What is Senior Sister thinking about?"
Lu Marian said coldly: "You have been too close to your two junior sisters recently. This is not allowed in the temple. Please be careful in the future."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What about getting close to senior sister?"
Lu Marian glanced at him and said, "If you are not afraid of being beaten, you can get closer."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Sister, is she usually so fierce?"
Lu Marion casually took out the ruler, and Ning Jiujiu shut up immediately.
He turned his head slightly, grabbed a handful of gravel and sprinkled it into the lotus pond. It seemed like it was raining on the pond, with ripples rippling and colliding with each other.
Ning Jiujiu pointed to the pond and said, "Look, we are together."
Lu Marian looked at the pond. In the chaotic shadows, the white clothes and the green clothes were intertwined. She looked at it for a while, then came back to her senses, gently flicked her sleeves, and the water surface was calm for an instant.
"Stop thinking wrongly and study hard." Lu Marian got up and left.
In the past few days, Lu Jiao grafted a few not difficult command talismans, and barely saved the number of swords that were approaching negative, but there were only more than 20. She regretted the game that lasted for several days. If she didn't Having that absurd idea, there should be more than fifty swords at this moment.
Ning Jiujiu returned to the stone table, where Zhao Xiang'er and Siming were talking.
They were discussing what was in the book.
The later the scriptures went, the more ancient inheritance matters were involved. Zhao Xiang'er knew little about this, so she turned to Si Ming for help. Si Ming was good at being a teacher. After all, as a teacher, she could briefly experience the feeling of being superior to others. Feel.
When Si Ming was imparting knowledge, Zhao Xiang'er was still very polite, but he still opened his mouth and kept silent about his sister, which made Si Ming very angry.
Unknowingly, snow started to fall in the sky.
Lu Marian raised her head, she stretched out her hand gently, and just caught the first flake of winter. The snow was falling heavily. She watched the snowflakes melting in her palms, her eyes were lonely. When she looked back slightly, she found that the three of them were staring at each other. Watching yourself is like admiring the peerless beauty.
"I really want to climb the snow-capped mountains..." Zhao Xianger held her face in her hands, tilted her head, and said softly.
"Humph, what, are you envious?" Siming narrowed his eyes and smiled.
Zhao Xianger asked back: "Aren't you envious?"
Si Ming said proudly: "I am perfect. I can't increase or decrease it by one point. Besides, it takes less than a day to freeze three feet. You little girl, just dream."
Ning Changjiu even recited a poem: "The Wanren Snow Peak is unrivaled in the world, and there are thousands of piles of jade..."*
"What are you talking about?" Lu Married asked coldly.
The three of them shook their heads.
In early winter, the four of them took advantage of their spare time to set up a stove in the small pavilion and cooked wine. The aroma of the wine was like cinnamon, gently floating out and scattered in the snow. Several people hugged the stove and drank, boasting about the past. Only Lu Married woman was taciturn, just holding a glass of wine to warm her hands, listening to their words, and sometimes she smiled slightly.
The story goes with wine. As a senior sister, Lu Marian got drunk the fastest. Her soft cheeks were flushed. She leaned lightly against the red pillar of the pavilion, and the snow cloak she wore added to her elegance and nobility.
Zhao Xiang'er was also too drunk, and her cheeks started to get hot after just a few drinks. She used to have the spiritual power to eliminate alcohol, but she didn't have it now. She had no choice but to hold on, untied the rope from her ponytail, and draped her long black hair over her head. The cheeks cover a delicate and beautiful face.
Si Ming and Ning Chang are much more comfortable. Siming narrowed his eyes and kept toasting to Zhao Xiang'er. Zhao Xiang'er always competed with her and couldn't lose his momentum, so he had no choice but to challenge her.
Finally, under her repeated attacks, Zhao Xiang'er swayed drunkenly and lay down by the warm fire, her face flushed red by the light.
In the scattered snow, Siming gently turned his head, his beautiful face facing a red plum beside the pavilion.
The plum petals are as beautiful as blood, the same color as her jade lips, and those icy eyes look clear and clear in the ice and snow weather.
She looked at Ning Changjiu and smiled softly: "We are the only ones left now."
Ning looked at her for a long time, infinite tension welling up in his heart, "Junior...Junior sister, what are you going to do?"
Siming approached him gently, stared at him, and whispered: "Let's do something interesting together, shall we?"
"Is there... something interesting?" Ning Jiujiu looked at Si Ming's drunken eyes, his beautiful face and perfect figure so close at hand. Ning Jiujiu looked at Xiang'er and Marry who were sleeping, and said firmly: "I, I am as guarded as jade..."
Siming smiled and said, "What are you thinking about?"
Ning was stunned for a long time: "What is that?"
Si Ming asked Ning Jiujiu to help Lu Jiumei up, stood up and walked behind her, stole the ruler, and while Lu Jiumei was still drunk, she slapped her soft parts hard a few times, and then removed the ruler. He stuffed it into Zhao Xianger's hand and closed her fingers.
Si Ming and Ning Changjiu pretended to sleep together.
After Lu Marian woke up, she felt the pain and immediately aimed her finger at Zhao Xiang'er who was holding a ruler. As soon as Zhao Xianger woke up, she suffered a terrible disaster. Lu Marian grabbed her by the waist and punished her severely. After a beating, his calves kicked wildly and he kept moaning.
Si Ming, who was pretending to be asleep, couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter, and then his branches trembled with laughter.
Lu Marian and Zhao Xianger discovered the truth and immediately brought her to justice. Ning Jiujiu also failed to escape punishment and was found to be an accessory. Zhao Xiang'er interrogated Lu Jiaojiu on behalf of Lu. Ning Jiujiu made a confession. This confession aroused the common anger of the three stunning women, especially Zhao Xiang'er who was the most ruthless. , beating Ning Jiujiu until he called her sister.
After Zhao Xiang'er finished beating him, she rubbed his hand gently and asked, "Senior brother... did I hurt you by beating him?"
Ning Jiujiu was moved in his heart, wondering why Xiang'er was as gentle as Marry. He smiled and said, "No, Xiang'er doesn't need to take it to heart."
Zhao Xiang'er's gentle expression turned cold instantly, "No? Then beat him again!"
Lu Marian looked at the chasing young girl and rubbed her forehead with a headache. This sleep delayed a lot of things. When she woke up, the sword was missing ten pieces... It was another heart-wrenching day.
In the heavy snow, it is no longer suitable to read outside.
The four of them moved to Lotus Book Pavilion.
Zhao Xiang'er liked this place very much. She could admire it for a long time just by staring at the rotating lotus flowers blooming in the center of the academy.
Si Ming came here for the first time and lingered for a long time. Finally, he looked at the characters with dancing dragons and phoenixes, and said with admiration: "This character is written in a flamboyant and majestic way. It's really good. It should be a masterpiece by a famous artist."
Ning Jiujiu asked curiously: "Do you still know magic?"
Siming said calmly: "Of course I understand. The priests sit and watch the world. Not only are they proficient in everything in the world, they also know a little bit about it."
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently, but listened to Si Ming put his hands behind his back and continued: "For example, the word "Zheng" is so powerful that it penetrates the back of the paper. The famous sword is unsheathed and the sound of the sword is clanging. Even across the paper, it still makes people palpitate."
"..." Ning remained silent for a moment, then whispered: "Junior Sister Si..."
"Um?"
"This word actually means quiet..."
“…”
Siming stared for a while, then turned around silently with a straight face.
On the other side, Lu Marian opened a wooden cabinet and asked curiously: "What is this?"
The three of them hurriedly got together.
"Isn't this just ordinary soil? Is it necessary to hide it so well?" Zhao Xianger said.
Si Ming showed his timidity just now and didn't dare to say anything. He just said: "I think there is a mystery in this soil."
Ning Jiujiu was also curious, thinking how could ordinary soil be hidden in the Lotus Pavilion
Out of curiosity, Lu Jiaoyou gently grabbed some. The soil was obviously soft, but extremely sticky. It felt comfortable and strange. Not only did it have no odor, but it also had an aroma full of spiritual energy, as if the true spirit of plants and trees had been nurtured in it.
"Isn't this the legendary Xi Land?" Siming whispered.
"Xi soil?" Ning Jiujiu was slightly shocked and said, "Isn't that the soil that Nuwa used when she created humans? Does this soil really exist?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Fourth Junior Sister can't pretend to understand for a day or two even if she doesn't understand. I don't believe what she says!"
Ning Jiujiu suggested: "How about we give it a try?"
"What are you trying?" Zhao Xianger and Siming asked in unison.
Ning Changjiu looked serious and said: "Let's create humans!"
A moment of silence.
"Is your brain running out of other things?" Zhao Xianger scolded angrily.
Si Ming also said, "It's really vulgar."
"Ah?" Ning Jiujiu didn't even react.
Only Lu Marian said softly: "What he said is that he imitated Nuwa and made a human out of clay. Isn't it difficult to understand?"
"..." Zhao Xiang'er and Siming looked at each other, snorted coldly, and turned away.
They all blamed each other in their hearts, thinking that they must have been quarreling and arguing with each other for a long time, and their IQs had reached a level. In the past, they were extremely smart!
Zhao Xiang'er said: "It's childish to believe in such a legend."
Siming also said: "It's just a lie to children."
With that said, the two of them were united in a rare moment and walked to the table to read together.
The books of the three of them have been halfway through.
Outside the Taoist temple, in the Law Order Hall, a nine-tailed fox curled up in its fleece and entered hibernation.
Before you know it, it’s spring again.
The heavy cotton-padded cloak faded away, and the cool spring clothes became close to the body. The spring light was bright and infinitely beautiful.
After a year of intrigue, the relationship between Si Ming and Zhao Xianger gradually melted away like snow in winter, but Lu Jiaojiao knew that they were far from the point where they had settled their differences.
In spring, the flowers in the temple gradually bloomed.
Under the leadership of Lu Marian, the four of them went to the mountains to enjoy flowers. After passing the stele pavilion inscribed with "Zi Wang Zhai Xin", the gorgeous sea of flowers comes into view.
Whenever Si Ming saw the mountains full of blooming mountain flowers, he would sigh that this place was indeed a dreamland, and he really dared to think of anything.
Many of the sacred flowers and trees among them are extinct long ago, and there are even remaining sacred species from the Immortal Palace. They grow according to their own abilities in the mountains and fields, and each one brought to the human world is enough to cause a sensation.
"This is the Immortal Climbing Vine, which should have become extinct in the world two thousand years ago." Siming's hand gently touched a vine with small white flowers wrapped around the tree, and said: "The famous divine weapon, the Divine Whip, will It’s made of it.”
"Hitting the magic whip?" Zhao Xiang'er smiled and said, "Why are you so interested in these? Could it be that you want to..."
Siming immediately interrupted: "I'm just well-informed!"
The other three people all shook their heads, and based on their knowledge of Si Ming, they all cast strange looks. Siming snorted coldly and walked forward alone.
Ahead is Dahe Town.
Lu Marian said: "Okay, let's go back to study first."
Zhao Xiang'er said displeased: "None of us have ever gone out to play!"
Lu Marry said: "When you finish reading the book, pass the test, and are selected as the top three disciples, I will take you all to go on an outing together."
Zhao Xiang'er thought for a while, stretched out his palm and said, "It's a deal!"
Lu Marry smiled and stretched out her palm to meet hers.
Flowers bloom and fall, spring passes and autumn comes, and another year comes in the blink of an eye.
We only have the last half of our books left.
While they were studying, Lu Mariani watched them while meditating and practicing swordplay. Her sword skills gradually became more and more perfect.
Many times, when Lu Marian looked at the flowers in the garden, the sun, or the flowing water in the spring stream, she would have a fleeting thought, feeling that she was about to break through. However, her sword heart was still empty. I can't really capture that wonderful thought.
Beside the autumn stream, Zhao Xiang'er, who was wearing thin clothes, sat by the stream, shaking her white calves as usual. Siming knelt behind her, took a homemade wooden comb, and combed the girl's hair.
"Sister, how do you feel about this?" Si Ming divided her long hair into two locks, held it in his hand, and asked with a smile.
Zhao Xiang'er protested: "No! One ponytail is enough!"
Siming said: "If you weren't born pretty, you wouldn't look like your lady at all."
Zhao Xiang'er crossed her arms across her chest and said proudly: "I am gentle and kind, well-educated and well-educated in martial arts. How can I not be noble?"
Si Ming smiled happily and tied up her hair.
Then, Siming sat down by the stream, with his legs full, gently washed the stream water, and said: "I really envy my little senior sister."
"What's wrong?" Zhao Xiang'er took the wooden comb, knelt down behind her, and combed her hair.
Siming said: "The Qiu Xi is dry and cold. It makes my toes feel cold. It's really uncomfortable. Senior Sister Xiang'er is fine. Since the Qiu Xi dried up, there has been no water for washing."
"..." Zhao Xiang'er puffed up her cheeks and silently comforted herself, thinking that her legs were not as long as hers, just because she was young.
She combed Siming's hair, and then put two bulging buns on both sides of his head in retaliation.
Siming looked at the water and asked doubtfully: "Is this really good-looking?"
Zhao Xianger patted her chest and promised, "It must look good. This is the hair accessory my mother taught me!"
Siming thought that since it was given by the Suzaku God himself, it should be fine.
So she faced the merciless ridicule from Lu Marion and Ning Jiujiu, especially Ning Jiujiu, who laughed very wildly.
She angrily chased Zhao Xiang'er, wanting to seek justice, but because of her fatal weakness, she couldn't defeat Xiang'er, and was bullied in the end.
Si Ming returned to the table alone, untying Zhao Xiang'er's combed hair, looking aggrieved.
Ning couldn't see it for a long time, walked gently behind her, comforted her with a few words, took the wooden comb, and took the initiative to comb her hair. This scene was very unpleasant in Zhao Xiang'er's eyes, but after all, it was she who took the initiative to tease Si Ming, and she always felt like she was doing something wrong on her own, so she just puffed her cheeks and sulked, without saying anything, and instead took the initiative to come closer. He poured tea for Siming and apologized.
Lu Marian looked at them tenderly. Although her sword was about to bottom out again, she always felt that a day of harmony was coming, and then the sword heart would be perfected along with everyone's harmony.
In the evening, the three of them moved the books, revealing the chessboard painted on the stone table.
The chess pieces were collected from pebbles and polished and carved by Lu Jiaojian, the only person with spiritual power in the world.
The three began to play chess.
At this moment, they have no spiritual power, and their computing power is naturally much lower. Zhao Xiang'er and Siming are equally matched opponents, with each winning or losing, while Ning Jiujiu's chess ability is much higher.
But when they were playing chess, Ning Jiujiu never dared to speak. After all, no matter which side he helped, he would suffer the anger of the other side.
He also often loses chess games to make them happy.
Most of the time, he accompanied Lu Marian in the name of practicing sword moves. Lu Marian acquiesced and broke off a plum branch to practice with him. Both of them were familiar with each other's moves and had a tacit understanding during the sparring. Both Zhao Xiang'er and Si Ming had a sense of the beauty of watching a couple of gods and gods fly together, and they also felt slightly jealous.
Zhao Xiang'er and Siming would occasionally sparring, and their sparring was very brutal. Many times they could break the plum branches, and then they would lie down obediently, with their shoulders and back exposed, allowing Lu Marian and Ning to stay with them for a long time. Apply medicine.
Mid-Autumn Festival.
The moon was bigger than ever, as if you could reach out and touch its outline.
In Dahe Town, lanterns floated up and skyrocketed.
At night, the four of them stood under the eaves and admired the lanterns.
Zhao Xiang'er was not tall enough, so Ning Changjiu carried him on his back.
At first she was not used to this feeling of skin-to-skin contact and always felt shy, but soon, the thousands of rising lanterns drowned her emotions with the gorgeous crimson beauty.
They all raised their heads, their gazes slowly rising up to the sky along the lanterns, their dark pupils filled with sparks like rain.
The moon is such a full background.
In the field, the nine-tailed fox stood by the recently extinguished bonfire, gnawing on the grilled blind fish on a wooden skewer, and looking at the lanterns. He was lost in thought for a long time, thinking about what would happen if Sister Siming and Sister Xianger married their master and senior brother. It'll be fine if they're all here...
The lanterns gradually dissipated, leaving only the full moon in the sky, overflowing with silver light.
The beauties stand under the moon, shining brightly.
Everyone was very happy and met for a drink, but Lu Marian was not happy.
Ning Jiujiu asked her if she had something on her mind.
Lu Marian looked at them and said seriously: "Zhao Xiang'er! Si Ming!"
The two beauties turned their faces slightly, looked at her, and asked, "What's wrong, senior sister?"
Lu Married gave the death order and said, "I'll give you three months to get rid of your grudges and live in harmony. Do you understand?"
After listening to her incomprehensible words, the two looked at each other and smiled: "We are now good sisters who share the same brotherhood!"
Lu Marion snorted coldly: "You can't deceive Senior Sister!"
If they were really at peace, his hundred swords would be here! This is her last hope...
The three of them were confused, so they went to drink together.
After drinking heavily, they felt sleepy. The four of them pulled on a big cloak and hugged each other to sleep.
Time seems to be moving in people's hands, passing by non-stop. In the blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is already a few months ago.
The day when the breath turned into frost came again. Without the support of spiritual power, Zhao Xiang'er and Siming were both wrapped in cotton clothes, looking cute and bloated.
The three of them were studying in the Lotus Book Pavilion. They were very close to each other, like little squirrels keeping each other warm. Only Lu Marianqiang had good spiritual power. Even though she was wearing a thin white dress, her figure was graceful, like an ice and snow fairy. Outstanding beauty. Zhao Xiang'er and Siming helplessly rubbed their cold hands together and cast envious glances at Lu Marry.
Winter is getting deeper.
One early morning, in the cold mist, Lu Marian, who was wearing black hair and white clothes, came to watch them reading as usual, holding a ruler in her hand.
It seems that the word "quiet" on the Lotus Book Pavilion has taken effect. The three people today are very worry-free. They are all studying hard and keeping silent.
Lu Marian did not practice her sword, but looked at them calmly.
After a long time, Ning Changjiu closed the book, closed his eyes, and spoke softly, with a sad voice, "I've finished reading."
The silence was broken.
Lu Marian lowered her eyelashes and hummed.
After a while, Siming also closed the sword book. She closed her icy eyes and said, "I've finished reading it too."
Zhao Xiang'er sat quietly, curled up in her snow-white cotton clothes, like a snowman. Her eyes stopped on the last page, and there was no movement after a long time.
Lu Marian stood up, walked behind her, put his hand gently on her shoulder, bent slightly, and got close to the girl's face, and said softly: "Xiao Xiang'er, what's wrong?"
Zhao Xiang'er pursed her lips and looked at the last page. She clenched her fingers and her voice sounded like she was sobbing: "I... I can't bear to finish reading it."
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(*Adapted from "Snow Mountain Song" by Li Jing)
(Thanks to the book friend Junxi yA for the reward! Thank you to the book friend for your support~)