This is a simple wooden house with four pillars embedded in the wall. The windows are square and there are no carvings on the window lattice. It is just a simple "tian" character. The light shines straight in. The cupboard is half open and there are several items piled inside. Folded green and white clothes, the bed he slept on was placed in the corner, without a bed frame or curtains to cover it.
This was also the scene he saw every day when he woke up in his previous life.
The time of the two lives seemed to have remained unchanged, and his consciousness revived in a hazy state. In the first trance after waking up, he even had an illusion: he had always been an insignificant little Taoist priest, and all the ups and downs he had experienced before were all the same. Dreamland.
But this thought gave him a greater sense of illusion—he always felt that he was missing something, pursuing something, and worrying about something.
This brief absence slowly dissipated after he met Siming's eyes.
The feeling of emptiness in his heart disappeared, and he looked at Si Ming quietly. The memories before coma appeared in his mind, causing a slight tingling sensation.
Siming also looked back at him.
Neither of them spoke, neither of them seemed to want to break the silence.
Si Ming's eyes trembled slightly. She subconsciously raised her hand and rolled a piece of silver wire hanging by her cheek behind her ear. She lowered her head slightly and moved away. The firelight of the medicine stove reflected on her side face, touching her beautiful nose. The curve from the red lips to the jade neck of the chin reflects a soft and slightly crimson color.
Ning Jiujiu looked at her side cheeks and her silver hair hanging straight down.
Si Ming's jet-black divine robe remained the same, but was tied with a jade-white jade belt, which made his waist as slender as a bundle and outlined the curve between the robe and skirt more beautifully.
Ning Jiujiu miraculously saw 'gentleness' in her, which was not her temperament.
His lips moved slightly, and he wanted to speak, but Siming spoke first, his voice cold and still: "Lie down well now, don't move around, the bones in your body are broken into pieces, and the internal organs are all misplaced. If you continue You broke the wound, but I don't have Master's skills to help you sew it up again."
Ning lay on his back for a long time and smiled weakly, the pain and numbness in his limbs still tearing apart.
"When did you wake up?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Siming said softly: "I woke up two days earlier than you. I didn't suffer much trauma, but the moondial was broken, which seriously hurt me."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Master, has it been repaired for you?"
Siming pursed his lips and was silent for a long time before saying, "No Xiu...she gave me the other half of the sundial."
"That's it." Ning Jiujiu had expected it and said, "Let's go to thank Master together later."
Siming bit his lip and wondered to himself, "Why would she give such a precious thing to me... Am I worthy of her doing this?"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Didn't you say that my master must be a person with extremely poor vision and a lack of heart, so it is not surprising to save you."
Si Ming's ice eyes suddenly condensed and he said coldly: "Isn't it all your fault! You already knew it, right? You didn't tell me on purpose, just waiting for me to see her and laugh at me!"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "How can I have so many bad intentions?"
Siming snorted coldly and said, "You did it on purpose! You just wanted to embarrass me..."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why is the priest so embarrassed?"
Si Ming's delicate body trembled slightly, his eyes averted, and he said calmly: "I have let you down, but I have never been ashamed. When I woke up, I saw her back through the white gauze, and I recognized her at a glance. Neither humble nor arrogant, but very dignified."
Ning Jiujiu smiled playfully: "Really? The priest is really powerful."
Siming took a deep breath and said, "Aren't you seriously injured? Why are you still talking too little!"
Ning Jiujiu smiled, and his voice sounded like a sigh: "I originally thought that I would never be able to talk to you again. Now that we are both still alive, of course we must cherish every inch of time."
Siming's slender body trembled slightly, and she turned her back, gently picked up the fan, and fanned the fire. The frost that had finally gathered in her eyes dissipated in an instant and was covered with blurred moisture.
Siming said: "Actually... I have seen it all."
"Huh?" Ning asked for a long time, "What did you see?"
Siming said: "You carried me on your back, climbed up Kunlun, and came here. I... saw it all."
Ning Changjiu smiled and asked, "Master showed it to you?"
Siming shook his head slightly and said: "She is a woman in a green skirt, with a good level of cultivation."
"Senior sister..." Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "My senior sister is very powerful. The word 'quiet' that you admire so much was written by her."
Siming agreed: "Senior Sister is indeed extraordinary."
"Sister, I actually showed you this." Ning Changjiu smiled casually and said, "Hey, it's just a climb up to the moon one night. It's just a trivial matter. It's nothing."
Si Ming leaned on the back of his chair and said with faint eyes, "You don't have to belittle yourself, in fact... it's quite powerful."
Ning looked at her beautiful shoulders and back for a long time and asked tentatively: "What about you after reading it? Do you have any thoughts?"
Siming immediately said: "Don't think too much, I didn't cry!"
"..." Ning Jiujiu said: "Master Priest is as strong as ever."
Siming snorted coldly: "Don't think I can't hear you being sarcastic... Isn't this just to save you?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Xue Ci's kindness and kindness will certainly be unforgettable forever."
Siming smiled quietly, fanned herself, and said, "I didn't expect that Master has been watching us."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Yes, everything in the dream at that time turned out to be true. I still remember many of the words you said."
If there was an electric current passing through her body, Siming froze. She tightened the handle of the fan and whispered: "What people say when they are dreaming is like drunken words, but they cannot be taken as true. Just forget it."
Ning Changjiu said: "But as the saying goes, you should speak the truth only after drinking."
Siming said: "You don't speak the truth after drinking."
Ning Jiujiu let out a sigh and asked, "What do you do after drinking?"
Siming's thoughts came into contact with his, and his face turned red, thinking that he was still as hateful as ever...
Siming said: "It doesn't matter if this dream is true. When I return to Gu Ling Sect, I will take revenge on Marry. Humph, I have gained Master's favor and become the senior sister. I will always scare people with a ring ruler, and also... If you dare to punish me in front of Zhao Xiang'er, see if I don't teach her a lesson when I get back."
Ning Jiujiu reminded carefully: "You still have the slave mark of marriage on your body."
Siming said calmly: "What are you afraid of? In the dream, she has bullied the three of us for three years. Is it possible that you still want to help her? If you stand with me, you can't marry in the Ziting realm, and you don't even have the chance to control the slave pattern. There won’t be any.”
Although Ning Changjiu didn't know what happened to Marry, but after hearing what Si Ming said, he relied on his own experience and intuition to feel that Marry should have entered the Five Paths...
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What are you cooking?"
Siming said: "The boiled medicines are all ancient treasures and will be of great benefit to your injury."
Ning Jiujiu asked again: "Why are there so many sawdust piled over there?"
Si Ming glanced at it and explained: "Master said that your injury is difficult to recover from, and you can't walk on the ground these days. But I was afraid that you would be bored, so I wanted to make a wheelchair for you."
Ning Jiujiu said: "It won't be boring if I'm with you."
Si Ming's eyelashes trembled slightly, but his words remained cold and cold: "If you say such things again, I will make the wheels of the chair square!"
"You're so fierce as soon as you wake up." Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but laugh. He said: "You were more cute when you were injured, lying on my back motionless, but now you are docile. When you fainted, you were still cute. Tell me, you secretly peeled a fruit in front of the mirror and saw... "
"Shut up!" Siming immediately turned around and scolded: "You still have the nerve to say it? Didn't you tell the master that the disciple is stubborn and will express his feelings after waking up? You have been awake for so long, except for talking to me. What did I express by bickering?"
Ning Jiujiu's smile disappeared, and he was slightly startled: "Master, did you tell you this?"
Si Ming's lips curled up and he said: "Of course I did. Oh, by the way, I heard all the words you said to me when you climbed Kunlun. I couldn't answer you at that time. Now... I can answer them one by one. I told you."
Ning Jiujiu's head buzzed as he thought of those words lingering between life and death. The more he thought about it, the more ashamed he felt. Looking at the moving smile on Siming's lips, he felt even more embarrassed and said: "Don't be too arrogant! "
Si Ming's eyes were curved, as bright as the crescent moon, and the smile on his lips was full of pure and charming charm, and he said: "How can you be arrogant? Aren't you waiting for Mr. Ning to express his feelings? You tell me, I'm listening. "
Ning Changjiu frowned and stared at her silently.
Si Ming's mother-in-law suddenly tensed up, fell from the chair to her knees, hunched her shoulders, and her delicate body trembled.
Ning Jiujiu breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Even if I can't move my whole body and only have my mind left, you are no match for me."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Siming raise his head slightly, his brows stretched, and the pain on his face was replaced by a smile. She lifted up her graceful figure, bare her delicate jade feet, slowly walked towards Ning Changjiu, and said with a smile : "You continue?"
Ning Jiujiu was shocked and continued to think, but saw that Si Ming showed no reaction.
Siming explained: "Master took advantage of your unconsciousness and took your essence and blood to heal me. How about it? What other methods does Mr. Ning have?"
Ning lied on his bed without love for a long time and said: "I have no other means and I am at your mercy."
Siming had won the victory and was in a great mood. She packed up the decoction, carefully scooped it up, came to the bedside, and said, "Jiujiu, it's time to drink the medicine."
Ning looked at her gentle smile for a long time, but felt a thrilling feeling. He watched Siming hand over the spoon, slowly raised his head, and wanted to pick it up, but saw Siming stretching out a jade-like finger. , pushed his head back, and said, "Close your eyes and I'll feed you."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why do you have to close your eyes when taking medicine?"
Siming said: "Stop talking nonsense!"
Ning Jiujiu closed his eyes in fear.
After a moment, something soft and smooth was touched on his lips, just like the magnolia petals accidentally falling on his lips when taking a nap in the flower tree. Then, his lips were captured by the petals. The pink and crisp petals slowly bloomed, and something came in. It was slightly cool and had a refreshing medicinal smell, and something like a live fish was mixed in it. As one came in, the tip of his tongue seemed to be touched, and he stirred it over, intertwining and playing with the tiny fish.
The medicinal fragrance penetrates down the throat and slowly flows through the internal organs, bringing warmth to the body.
When Ning Jiujiu slowly opened his eyes again, he saw Siming sitting on the side with his head bowed and chest raised, mixing the concoction with his slightly wet jade lips blowing gently to brush away the white mist on the surface of the concoction.
Her expression was as usual, except that there seemed to be tears in her eyes.
Ning Jiujiu couldn't help laughing. He wanted to touch Siming's hair, but couldn't raise his hand.
Neither of them spoke, there was a tacit understanding.
After Si Ming finished feeding him the medicine, he went to clean up the stove and the medicine residue, with his back busy.
Ning enjoyed the tranquility of the moment for a long time.
On the window lattice, the light turned from white to dim yellow.
Siming said patiently: "It's night, please sleep a little longer. You are so weak. If you feel uncomfortable in any way, remember to tell me."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What about you?"
Siming said calmly: "You saved me, I will take care of you."
With that said, Siming slowly opened his quilt, curled up, and got in little by little.
Ning looked at her face so close for a long time and still felt a little unreal.
Siming explained: "I don't trust you when we are far away, so I humbly deign to sleep with you for two days. You don't have any wrong ideas, well... anyway, even if you do, you can't do anything now."
Siming smiled provocatively, looking at his delicate face and feeling very happy.
Ning Jiujiu also laughed. They were so close that Ning Jiujiu could count the slender and curved eyelashes clearly. He said, "I still want to drink medicine."
Si Ming was slightly startled and said, "I have already poured out the medicine. The medicine is so bitter. Are you still addicted to it?"
"It's not bitter at all." Ning Changjiu said, moving slightly, and pecked it gently.
Siming was startled. He tilted his cheek slightly and dodged left and right. His delicate jade cheek was lightly touched by the other party. Her body trembled slightly and she stopped dodging. Yanran's lips quickly fell. Siming trembled and closed her eyes, relaxing a little bit. In her mind, she couldn't help but recall the scene that the senior sister in the green skirt made her see. The tenderness at this moment became hot, her mood was aroused, and two lines of clear tears could no longer be held back, and they slipped down suddenly and soaked into the pillow.
"Don't open your eyes." Siming said vaguely.
Ning Jiujiu narrowed his eyes when he heard the words, but saw that her stubborn and proud face was already full of tears.
It's been a long night.
None of them fell asleep.
Ning Jiujiu was weighed down by injuries all over his body and could do nothing. He could only lie quietly, cuddling with Si Ming, looking at the moonlight coming through the window and talking quietly.
"You said at the beginning that after we became husband and wife, you would tell me a secret. I have been waiting for a long time." Ning Jiujiu suddenly said.
Siming was stunned and said: "The main reason I lied to you at that time was because I coveted your Golden Crow."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Yes, you were very fierce at that time. You thought about killing me and seizing the bird all day long."
Si Ming pointed to their current appearance and said, "So, haven't I been punished?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What exactly do you want to tell me?"
"Actually, it's nothing." Siming said, "I just watched you die once in a certain life."
"Me?" Ning Jiujiu already knew about his and Xiang'er's life experience. He recalled leisurely and said, "Was there anyone else around me at that time?"
Siming said: "No one is there."
"That's it..." Ning Chang responded, feeling a little sad.
Siming said softly: "You are not alone now, we will all be with you."
Ning Changshang was a little uncomfortable with her gentle look and said, "I will always be with you."
Siming snorted coldly: "You still have the nerve to say it? How many girls have you seduced along the way? Is there any bottom line?"
Ning Jiujiu hesitated and said: "Great love is infinite..."
In the room, Ning Jiujiu's screams rang out.
Ning never fell asleep for a long time. In the early morning, Si Ming squinted her eyes and fell asleep for a while. She leaned gently on his shoulder, touching her body vaguely, for fear that he would suddenly disappear.
When Siming woke up, she immediately collapsed and continued tinkering with the wheelchair.
Sawdust was flying outside the door.
Si Ming pushed the wooden wheelchair in. Ning Jiujiu was held in her arms and slowly put into the wheelchair.
"Where do you want to see? I'll take you there." Si Ming stood behind him, pushing the wheelchair and said seriously.
Ning Chang held the handle of the chair and said with a smile, "What's there to see?"
Si Ming'e frowned and said: "Ning Changjiu, I spent three days making this chair. Don't be ungrateful!"
Ning Jiujiu smiled and explained: "When you stand behind me, I can't see the best scenery. Where can the other flowers and plants come into my eyes?"
When Si Ming heard this, he couldn't help but smile, but his voice remained cold and cold, "If you keep talking glibly, I will push you up the steps, then let go and let you slide down by yourself!"
Ning Jiujiu immediately begged for mercy.
The view is cold and silent.
The third senior brother Ji Xuan has returned to the Shenhua Building, the fourth senior sister continues to slay demons, the sixth senior brother is still traveling around the world, the fifth senior brother is writing a heavenly monument in the pavilion, the eldest sister and the second senior brother did not come out to watch the fun, the whole audience seems to be just The two of them were left.
Si Ming pushed Ning Changjiu and walked forward slowly.
"This place is exactly the same as in the dream." Siming looked around and sighed.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Yes, we were reading all the time in the dream and never had time to take a good look at it. It's a pity."
Siming said softly: "What's the regret? Aren't Marry and Xiang'er here too? We'll all get together again then."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "It's not too late to deal with Xiao Ling."
Siming pushed him until they reached the release pond. The two of them looked at the fish in the pond, thinking long and hard.
Siming suddenly asked: "Zhao Xianger and I... who is more beautiful?"
Ning Jiujiu came to his senses immediately, straightened his back and sat upright.
Siming smiled and said, "I'm just asking casually, it doesn't matter if you just say it."
Ning Jiujiu followed the principle of talking to people and talking to ghosts, and said: "Of course you are prettier. There is no one as good-looking as you in the world."
"That's it..." Siming nodded lightly, took out a stone from his arms, shook it in front of him, and said, "This is the tone stone. I will take out your words from time to time and share them with me." Third Senior Sister, let’s listen together.”
Ning Jiujiu's blood surged up and he said: "Xue Ci! I have no enmity or enmity with you, you..."
As he spoke, he raised his hand with difficulty to grab the stone.
Si Ming held the jade in his hand and said with a gentle smile: "Behave well these days. If I am happy, I will give it to you. Do you understand?"
Ning Changjiu imagined Xiang'er's expression when he heard these words, and nodded with humiliation.
Siming smiled and pushed him to the outside.
Ning Jiujiu looked at the rolling fields of wheat and the lush trees on both sides of the fields, and couldn't help but sigh: "I really want to stay here all my life."
Siming also said: "There are many ancient trees, immortal grasses, birds and animals here that have been extinct for thousands of years. They originally lived in the north and south of the world, and their living conditions were very harsh. We will never see them again in this paradise."
Ning Changjiu said: "Maybe this is also a kingdom of gods."
Siming also sighed with emotion: "It really is beyond the sky."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Have you seen Master's appearance?"
"Not really." Siming said regretfully, "I only saw her shadow through the white gauze."
Ning didn't ask for a long time. He knew that every word he said would be heard by his master.
Siming carefully pushed him down the steps.
Ning Changjiu felt the wind blowing from the wheat field and said, "It's good to be alive."
Siming hummed and said softly: "Yes, I thought I would never see you again."
Ning Jiujiu smiled lightly and asked: "So... how were you feeling at that time?"
Seeing that he was pushing further, Siming said calmly: "I'm relieved!"
“…”
Ning Jiujiu felt helpless. He always thought that after they had experienced such life and death, Si Ming's temperament might change drastically. But at this moment, he realized that she had always been so inconsistent, and maybe the one he liked was also like this. …
The two walked onto the narrow path.
Along the road, they saw the five trees again.
"They grow up so fast." Ning Jiujiu said.
In the dream, they just planted a seed.
Siming looked at the fourth tree, which he had planted at that time. It was growing the least favorably.
Siming quickly used his spiritual power to divert water to irrigate.
She watered all the trees of herself, Marry, Xiaoling and Ning Changjiu, except Zhao Xianger's, as if she regarded her as her biggest opponent.
After watering, Siming was in a good mood, as if he had seen his sapling grow into a towering tree.
"I'll take you to a place." Siming said, pushing the wheelchair briskly and making a thrilling turn at the corner, which scared Ning Jiujiu and held on to the armrest tightly.
Siming pushed him with one hand and covered his eyes with the other. When she reached the destination, she slowly let go.
Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes, and saw thousands of cliffs at his feet. The sea of clouds in front of him was undulating with pine waves, and the sky was extremely open. There were no other mountains in sight beyond the sea of clouds. At a glance, it was like seeing the vast ocean. The clouds steaming between the waves were as bright as the clouds, which seemed to be hidden. The cave tower where immortals come and go.
This is a scene that Ning is familiar with for a long time.
"Master told me that this should be your favorite place to come." Si Ming put his hands on his wooden chair and watched with him.
Ning Jiujiu smiled lightly and said: "Yes, it is very beautiful here. The wind, clouds, flowers and snow here are all beautiful."
Siming wondered: "It's already the beginning of summer, where did Xue'er come from?"
Ning Jiujiu turned his head and looked at her quietly.
Siming's doubtful eyes gradually became clear, and her fair and snowy neck was covered with light pink color.
Her name is Xue Ci, her silver threads are like snow, and her eyebrows also contain the snow of a thousand years.
"Don't call me that in the future!" Si Ming composed himself and bit his lips red.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Why not?"
Siming snorted coldly: "Don't think that you can be arrogant in front of me just because you have entered the Five Paths. Now that my inner demon has been eliminated, my strength is extraordinary. You two are no match for me."
Ning Jiujiu asked curiously: "Has your inner demon been eliminated?"
Si Ming said proudly: "That's natural. Master is my inner demon. When I saw her the day before yesterday, I was relieved and my mind was clear. From now on, there is nothing in the world that can scare me."
Just when Ning Jiujiu was doubtful, he heard Ye Changong's voice sounding out of thin air, blowing clouds and rolling snow, as soft as spring rain.
"Xue Ci." She called softly.
Siming's body trembled, he immediately turned around, bowed his body respectfully in the direction of the Taoist temple, and said: "Disciple Xue Ci pays homage to Master."
Ye Changong Qingqing said coldly: "Bring your senior brother back to the temple. I have something to ask him."
"Yes, Master." Si Ming said respectfully.
Ning Jiujiu understood immediately.
He still has a story that he has not told his master.
That was the story that 'Evil' asked him to convey.
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