The sky is like a thin layer of bubbles covering the Taoist temple, blocking all the clouds. From a distance, the sea of clouds on the peaks here is like a tiny scene in a glass ball, but when you are in it, you only feel that the Cangshan Mountain is like The sea is high, the sky is high and the clouds are wide.
Ning looked at the scenery that was consistent with his memory for a long time, and from time to time he felt as if he was in another world.
If everything has been overturned and started all over again, then are the experiences in the previous life still considered real
Under the trees in the courtyard full of snow-white flowers, Si Ming pushed his wheelchair and stood with Ning Changjiu in the mottled light, looking at the small stone table.
It was obviously a dream from dozens of days ago, but when I think about it now, I always feel that many years have passed.
"Do you think... can we be considered Master's second-generation disciples?" Siming asked.
Ning Changjiu said: "No matter how many generations it is, you are behind me anyway."
Siming sneered and said: "You have been demoted from the first generation to the second generation. Do you still feel proud?"
Ning Jiujiu also muttered, "I didn't expect that you would become so rebellious against the demons in your heart that you have never forgotten."
Siming sighed softly, suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said: "Then what do you think I should do with my inner demons?"
Ning Jiujiu encouraged: "We should break into the palace and truly face the master, instead of looking at the flowers through the fog."
Siming Qianqian's jade fingers gently rested on Ning Changjiu's shoulders, and her voice was gentle, hiding murderous intent: "I think... you want to see your master's true face, right?"
Ning Jiujiu asked back: "Don't you want to?"
When Siming thought that she had glanced at her master and created a demon that would last seven hundred years, she could not help but feel resentment and shame in her heart. She immediately transferred her anger to Ning Changjiu, saying: "Mr. When you talk about other women in front of me, you think I am a clay Bodhisattva without fire. Hum, I must kill the inner demons, but don’t forget, I have two inner demons. I will deal with you first. Head surgery!"
As he spoke, Siming pursed his red lips tightly, and gently raised his slender fingers, making a chestnut-like gesture.
Ning Jiujiu said quickly: "Don't disturb the master's rest."
After Siming glanced at the lotus pond and the temple covered with fragrant grass, he temporarily suppressed his anger and suddenly smiled and said: "Huh, you'll see something nice when I get back."
At dusk, the crimson sunset enveloped the mountains. Si Ming accompanied Ning to watch the fish in the pond for a long time, and then pushed him back to the room.
Siming took a small scale and weighed the medicinal materials to ensure they were accurate. Then he took out the prescription given by the master and read it carefully twice before starting to cook the medicine.
In the meantime, senior sister and second senior brother came to visit Ning Changjiu.
The second brother came first.
The second senior brother was carrying an ancient sword with a red lacquered wooden scabbard and was dressed in white green clothes. He looked very easy-going and relaxed.
Siming had heard the legend about the second senior brother. It was said that when Zhao Xiang'er was in danger at Jiulingtai, it was this second senior brother who was the last to save him. So... Siming didn't have a good impression of him.
The second senior brother came to visit the younger junior brother, so he brought enough things.
"Junior brother, we have been separated from the Imperial City for many years. It is our senior brother's fault that we failed to take care of the road construction." The second senior brother said with a smile.
Ning Changjiu was very polite and said: "Senior brother was very kind to me and Xiang'er in saving our lives. At that time, senior brother left in a hurry and didn't have time to thank him. Today, I will thank him on my behalf along with Xiang'er."
The second senior brother nodded and said: "Yes, you and that girl Zhao Xiang'er on the Jiuling Platform were really touching. As soon as I saw you, I felt that you were a match made in heaven. I didn't expect that you would actually achieve perfection now." Yes, but that girl is very surly, junior brother was bullied a lot when she was there, right?"
Siming tilted his head half-way, holding his left cheek with one hand, and silently fanning the fire with the other hand. The fire shone on his cold and cold cheeks.
Ning Jiujiu looked at Xue Ci quietly and said without changing his expression: "No, my disciple's Taoist companions are all gentle and kind-hearted people. Besides, my disciple is true to his word, so Xiang'er doesn't dare to be presumptuous..."
Siming slapped him causing sparks to fly.
The second senior brother nodded happily and said, "That's good. The battle between you and Zhao Xiang'er can be regarded as the battle between Master and Suzaku. You can't lose."
Ning Changjiu said shamelessly: "Junior brother has always been invincible."
The second senior brother nodded and brought all the condolences he brought to Ning Changjiu.
Si Ming, who had been swallowing his anger, was completely annoyed when he saw those things.
"This is Nanming's cold-tailed fish..." the second senior brother introduced.
"No!" Siming said flatly: "The wound has not healed for a long time, and I can't eat fish and meat, let alone things in the sea."
The second senior brother took out another jar of wine and said: "This is Xianteng Flower Brewing. I originally planned to brew it for twenty years, but your senior sister forgot about it and accidentally brewed it for two hundred years. It is very precious..."
"No!" Si Ming said very forcefully: "I have long-term injuries to my internal organs and cannot drink alcohol. If Second Senior Brother insists on giving them away, I will dump them all into the pond."
"This is the Black Mountain Demon Sheep..."
"You can't eat beef or mutton either."
"This is the blind fish pickled by myself."
"Not even spicy!"
“…”
Si Ming put his hands on his hips, stopped in front of the second senior brother, and coaxed back all the things he gave.
The second senior brother was also very annoyed. He looked at Ning Changjiu and asked, "Why do ascetics have to worry about this? Who among you is in charge?"
Ning Jiujiu said firmly: "I have always respected our Xueer's opinion."
Siming nodded with satisfaction. Now that he was unanimous in speaking to others, she would not pursue the title for the time being.
The second senior brother always felt that he had become a victim of their love, sighed sadly, shook his head and left.
Not long after seeing off the second senior brother, the senior sister came again.
It has been a year since we last saw each other outside the abyss. This is the second time Ning Jiujiu has seen his senior sister.
The eldest sister is still wearing a blue dress, with a dark blue ribbon tied around her waist, and beautiful jade hanging on it. Her black hair hangs down naturally, and she has a bun on her head. The bun is shaped like a jade wat, slightly curved backwards, with a lotus flower. The crown is upright.
When she came, the wind and clouds had stopped, and the light and shadow were silent.
Si Ming was sitting by the fire cooking medicine when she stopped and looked at her with a hint of hostility.
"I've met Senior Sister." Ning Jiujiu was the first to nod in greeting.
The senior sister looked at Ning Changjiu and said with a smile: "Every time I see my junior brother, there is always a stunning woman beside him, and it is different every time. She is indeed my disciple in Guanzhong."
The atmosphere became awkward again.
Siming always felt that all the senior brothers and sisters in the temple were here to cause trouble.
But she could feel that the woman in green skirt in front of her was in a higher realm than her, so she could only grit her teeth, stare at Ning for a long time, and fan the fire harder with her hands, as if he was the one stewed in the medicine furnace.
Ning would rather keep his eyes and nose in mind for a long time and resolutely not quarrel with the senior sister.
From this point of view, if you offend the Fourth Senior Sister, you may only be a target for a few days and still have a way to survive, but if you offend the Senior Sister, there will be no way back.
The senior sister always had a kind smile on her face. She moved lightly and walked in front of Siming. Siming also stood up, saluted, and called senior sister.
The eldest sister smiled elegantly. She put two fingers into her sleeves, took out a stone box like a dressing box, handed it to Siming, and said: "Remember to put this on your husband at night, it will help the injury heal." It’s faster, but it’s more expensive than gold and silver. If you have any leftovers, remember to return them to me.”
Si Ming removed the stone box and corrected it weakly, "I will put it on for senior brother."
However, the senior sister refused to give in. She reached out and smoothed her silver hair and said, "My sister-in-law is so good."
When Si Ming was strong or weak, he was touched by the senior sister on the head and said softly.
The senior sister walked a few steps in the room and said, "I never thought that my junior brother would come here, and this room has not been well decorated. It is rather simple."
Ning Changjiu thought to himself, senior sister, what are you pretending to be? I lived in this house for twenty-four years in my previous life, and this house has always been like this. It leaked rain in summer and snow in winter. I cut down the trees planted by my fifth senior brother to build it. I was so angry. Senior brother wrote an article to denounce himself...
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Senior sister is kind-hearted, you really took the trouble."
The senior sister reached into her sleeves, groped for a while, and said, "It just so happens that I wrote a few words specially, which can be hung in this room to add some literary refinement to you."
Ning kept smiling for a long time: "Thank you for your hard work, senior sister. It just so happens that Xue Ci also loves senior sister's words."
"Really?" Senior Sister was a little surprised, and she felt a little happier. She gave a few volumes of calligraphy to Si Ming and said: "The other disciples are short-sighted and do not understand the essence of my calligraphy. They never thought that Junior Brother would marry me for Senior Sister." I found a close friend."
Siming blinked his beautiful eyes and said innocently: "Senior Sister, I'm very grateful. Xue Ci only understands it a little bit."
As she spoke, she casually unfolded the first picture, and her beautiful face hidden by silver hair turned red instantly.
She looked at those four words, her jade fingers froze slightly, and her toes under the skirt couldn't help but tighten a little. She couldn't help but think of the scene yesterday when she gave Ning Changjiu medicine, and said shyly: "Senior sister...it turns out...you... Did you see it?"
The senior sister was stunned, "What did you see?"
Siming spread out the calligraphy and said, "If senior sister didn't see it, why would she write these four words '**bad intention'?"
The room was extremely quiet.
The eldest sister narrowed her eyes and was not even sure whether this 'bosom friend' sister-in-law was joking.
Ning stretched his neck for a long time to take a look, and said weakly: "You saw it wrong... This is the word 'open-minded**'..."
"..." Si Ming felt as if he was struck by lightning and was speechless.
The eldest sister sighed quietly, stretched out her hand, and tapped Siming's forehead, hiding a knife in her smile: "What have you been doing in the house these days?"
Ning Jiujiu quickly defended: "Senior sister, Xue'er is joking with you. Look at me looking like this now, what have I done?"
The eldest sister snorted coldly. Fortunately, she was quite friendly to the younger girls. She just threw down her calligraphy works and let them educate them.
Then, the senior sister took out her own book, handed it to Siming, and said: "If you are bored in the room, you can read. This is the history of mythology compiled by me. Although I have only written one chapter so far, it is still good. It’s enough to relieve fatigue.”
Siming lowered his head, blushed, and thanked the senior sister repeatedly.
After the senior sister left, Siming covered his hot cheeks with his cold hands and breathed a long sigh of relief. Her cute appearance at this moment was a bit like a little daughter, which made Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but laugh.
After the nemesis of the senior sister left, Siming became the boss in the house again. She immediately looked stern and said, "Why are you laughing? Don't you have some normal senior brothers and sisters in your eyes?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "My senior sister is not only extraordinary in realm, but also a very good person."
Siming snorted coldly and said with lingering fear: "I also know that the realm is extraordinary! Although I haven't fought with her, I have a feeling... Even at the peak of her power, I'm afraid I won't be able to defeat her."
This feeling was very absurd, which made Siming even more curious about the identity of the senior sister.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "What is in the stone box that senior sister gave you?"
Siming remembered this matter, opened the stone box, frowned and said: "Hey, why is it all soil... Huh, this thing should be given to Zhao Xiang'er."
Siming twisted the strange-feeling soil and felt a lot of life in it. This was the same soil they found in the Lotus Pavilion in the dream that day.
"Xi soil?" Siming felt the breath of soil between his fingers and was slightly surprised.
Ning Jiujiu said: "By the way, senior sister also gave us a book on mythology. I think it has a profound meaning. Many ancient secrets should be hidden in it. Why don't we take a look at it together."
"Well, Senior Sister probably wants to convey something to us." Siming nodded solemnly, feeling that the classics in his arms seemed a little heavier.
Holding the book, she came to Ning Changjiu's side and opened the title page. The five words on the title page were quite neatly written - "The Story of Nuwa".
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Ning Changjiu and Siming read for a while.
"I think it's a bit fake..." Siming judged.
Ning Changjiu said: "Senior sister has lived for I don't know how many years and has witnessed countless histories. There should be no lies."
Siming pursed his lips and said, "If what is said in this book is true, then Empress Nuwa alone can probably bring peace to the twelve kingdoms of gods."
Ning Jiujiu nodded in agreement, "If so... then there is only one answer."
Siming hummed, and she, who boasted that Bingxue was smart, concluded: "Maybe the master is the Empress Nuwa!"
Ning Jiujiu nodded in agreement and said, "This is the only explanation. Senior sister wrote this book just to please Master."
In view of the previous dream, he originally thought that the master was Chang Xi, but now it seems that he may have to reconsider.
The two nodded together.
Siming put the book on the bedside and hung up the painting. She looked at the four words "with an open mind". Once she accepted her own setting in her heart, what did she think of these words? Why did I feel uncomfortable? After a while, my pretty face turned slightly red.
Ning Jiujiu looked at her rare cuteness and couldn't help but teased: "What is Miss Xue Ci thinking about?"
Siming snorted coldly, turned his eyes, and immediately opened up the old score, saying: "Before, outside the temple, you made me angry. I said I wanted you to look good, but I almost forgot."
Ning Jiujiu was slightly startled. He turned the wheelchair and pushed it for a while, then said, "What do you want to do?"
Then, Ning Jiujiu saw Si Ming approaching him with the hem of his skirt in hand.
Her eyebrows were lightly drooped, and she did not apply any makeup. The subtle beauty of her holy brows blurred out, and she seemed to be like a flower in the mirror or the moon in the water, beautiful and unpredictable.
The candlelight spread a faint crimson color on her snowy texture. She rolled up her sleeves like a flowing cloud, gently pulled her hands behind her head, and took off the only jade hairpin that fixed her hair. Her silver hair was like a waterfall, and it suddenly danced with her. The figure turns gracefully.
She actually held up the hem of her skirt, stood on her porcelain white jade feet, and started dancing by herself in front of Ning Changchun.
As the name suggests, the snow porcelain figure touches the ground with her delicate toes, as if the tips of a lotus are touching the water, not trembling at all. The calves under the skirt are whiter than ivory, with graceful and perfect lines. As Si Ming turns the hem of the skirt up, it is revealed, and then Coupled with her proud figure and perfect smile, it makes people fascinated.
Ning looked at her fluttering skirts and turning shadows for a long time, never expecting that the words "I want you to look good" in her mouth actually meant it literally.
Si Ming danced more and more happily. She unbuttoned her coat, revealing her ice-cliff-like shoulders, and her hair fell into it along the skirt, which aroused people's imagination. Her red lips were raised, and her smile was even more touching. Ning Jiujiu was still like this Watching the most beautiful flower in the world slowly blooming in front of him... However, this flower stopped blooming halfway through.
Si Ming kept his seductive look, and dangled his body in front of Ning Jiujiu. When he got close several times, Ning Jiujiu reached out to catch him, but he was dexterously dodged and returned without success.
"Does it look good?" Siming stretched out a finger, gently lifted his chin, and smiled sweetly.
Although Ning Changjiu felt humiliated, he still replied: "It looks good."
Si Ming said like coaxing a child: "Do you want my sister to hold me?"
Ning took a deep breath and said, "I want to."
Siming leaned close to his ear, breathing like orchid. The jade shoulder and clavicle were as close as Chi Chi, but only as close as Chi Chi.
"Then keep thinking... This is what will happen if you mess with your sister!" A calm voice floated from Siming's seductive lips.
Ning Jiujiu felt sad and angry.
Si Ming has already turned around in a curling way, with staggered steps, elegant skirts and satin, but always straight shoulders, showing dignity from the beauty. Under the rippling robe, there are bunches of silver hair, half-exposed jade back, and butterfly bones. Lingding.
Si Ming happily filled the medicine and fed it to Ning Changjiu one spoonful at a time.
Ning Changjiu closed his eyes many times to signal her to give the medicine in other ways. Siming blinked his watery eyes and pretended to be stupid, turning a blind eye.
Even to carry him to bed, he used spiritual power.
Ning Jiujiu had no choice but to apologize to Siming Zhenzhong, establishing her lofty status in the family. Then Siming snorted coldly, reconciled with him, removed the divine robe and put on a white, loose one. Undressed, he got under the quilt, bent his legs and slept on his side, lying next to Ning Changjiu.
Neither could sleep.
Si Ming looked at the story about Nuwa beside his pillow and asked curiously: "Sister, what is the purpose of giving us this book?"
"The book mainly records two major events." Ning Jiujiu analyzed: "The first is to patch the sky, and the second is to create humans. First of all, we exclude patching the sky, so..."
Ning Jiujiu solemnly concluded: "Senior Sister is probably encouraging us to create humans!"
Siming pinched his ears and said, "You need to be beaten again?"
Ning Changjiu said: "If the master is Nuwa, then the master is also a saint. We are the master's disciples and should inherit the unique knowledge of the saint!"
Siming sighed, wondering why these sentences changed in his mouth
Siming said: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'm going to file a complaint."
Ning Jiujiu pondered: "It was indeed a joke before, but... the Yin Yang Towering Ceremony really has the effect of healing, but it's just difficult for one person to do it..."
"Do you think I'm a fool?" Siming grabbed the book and knocked on his forehead, smiling and saying, "Aren't you going back to 'creating people'? If you like me, just tell me directly and stop beating around the bush."
"Well, then I'll be blunt." Ning looked at her for a long time, with bright eyes, and said seriously: "Xue Ci, I like you."
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