In a palace carved out of crystal, the marriage certificate between Ye Changong's fingers looks like a maple leaf.
Ning looked at the marriage letter for a long time, and the fingers in his sleeves suddenly trembled. At this moment, he felt that the world was clear.
The wind of butterflies blew through the window, scattering golden light in the courtyard. The light fell through the window onto Ning Changjiu's cheek. The light and shadow flowed past like water. Silent time flowed in this same silent image.
Ye Changong stared at him, not knowing whether she was looking at him or the beautiful golden shadow floating on his cheek.
After a moment, Ye Changong narrowed her fingers, as if she was about to take back the marriage document, but Ning Jiujiu's hand blocked everything. His hand fell on the marriage document at some point and pinched a corner of the marriage document.
Ye Changong looked at him again, but did not let go immediately.
Ning Jiujiu lowered his head slightly and said, "Thank you, Master."
Only then did Ye Changong loosen his fingers.
Ning Jiujiu took the marriage certificate and gently put it on his lap without opening it. He seemed a little hesitant. Ning Jiujiu had a feeling that the Empress summoned him to face the Holy Spirit. He went to the palace but was given the marriage certificate without getting the imperial edict. He knew that the person receiving the marriage certificate was probably the Empress herself. Although he was secretly happy in his heart, his own moral standards And he was not allowed to have the embarrassing feeling of delusion.
Ye Changong was the first to speak: "Don't you care who the marriage certificate is for?"
Ning Jiujiu wondered whether there was a third person in this eternal world...
Of course, he knew that although his master looked gentle and innocent, she was actually a girl with great calculations who planned the war of hunting for thousands of years and personally led history to this point. After all, even if you are as gentle and kind as a married woman, there will be times when the oriole comes after you, let alone Master... Therefore, Ning Jiujiu did not dare to answer this question rashly.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Since it is the marriage contract promised by Master, of course I care about it."
Ye Changong said: "Don't be cautious. If you want to see it, just open it and take a look."
The plainer Ye Changong's words became, the more uneasy Ning Changjiu became. Similarly, he was also curious about what the content of the marriage certificate was.
Now that the master had spoken, Ning Jiujiu opened the marriage letter with a calm expression, looking unfazed.
In the Taoist Hall, the two of them sat quietly facing each other.
Ning Chang's eyes fell on the marriage certificate.
The content of the marriage letter is very simple. It usually contains words such as good times and good times, marriage, like-minded couples, keeping the white-headed promise, and the red-leaf alliance. However, the writing style is elegant and tender as tea stamens.
Ning Jiujiu watched the ending slightly nervously.
No names were written at the end.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head and said, "Master, what does this mean?"
Ye Changong took out a pen, handed it to his hand, and said calmly: "You can write down any name."
Ning Jiujiu was slightly startled and said, "Any name?"
Ye Changong nodded: "Yes."
Ning Changjiu said: "The people who are in love with me are all lovers..."
Ye Changong said softly: "If you miss them, you can also write down their names."
Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment and said, "Master, can you connect to their dreams?"
"No." Ye Changong said: "This is the eternal world, not the human world. My dream power cannot cross the boundary."
Ning Jiujiu became even more curious: "Then what will happen if I write down their names?"
Ye Changong said: "Don't forget that this is a dream. Since it is a dream, everything can happen. As for whether they can really happen, it just depends on whether you dare to think about it."
"It just depends on whether I dare to think about it or not?" Ning stared at the marriage letter for a long time, and his peaceful mind stirred up waves.
Ye Changong said softly: "Well, this is a dream, a dream that belongs to you. You can write your name in the marriage book at any time."
Ning Changjiu shook his head gently and said, "But the dream is fake after all."
Ye Changong said: "It is precisely because people live soberly too often that they need the falseness of dreams to comfort their souls."
Ning Jiujiu felt that it made sense, nodded, accepted the marriage letter and pen, and thanked the master again.
"If I fill in my wife's name, then...where will the master be?" Ning Jiujiu asked in a low voice.
"I will be in the invisible place." Ye Changong said.
"Master, will you look at us?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
"Aren't you used to my gaze?" Ye Changong asked.
Ning Jiujiu suddenly remembered that in the invisible world, the master could clearly see his daily life, just like... Xiang'er.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Master, have you been watching? What is your understanding...?"
Ye Changong nodded calmly and said: "It's commonplace, that's all."
Ning Jiujiu felt hot at the base of his ears.
He didn't know what to say for a moment, and couldn't help but recall the master in his memory... Throughout history, even when they were husband and wife, Ye Changong seemed to have always been like this, pure and indifferent, always wanting to express something, but always missing the words. The feeling of expressing one's intention.
Of course, he did the same when facing her.
Is this an inherent barrier between the sun and the moon
Ning Changjiu was speechless for a moment, and just said: "Thank you Master for the marriage certificate. Disciple... accepted it boldly."
Ye Changong shook his head slightly and moved his thin lips, "You are my disciple, I will take care of all the important things for you throughout my life."
Ning Changjiu said: "I have a Taoist lover who I love so much, I have no regrets in this life, and I have my master by my side here, so I have no extravagant thoughts."
But Ye Changong said: "That's you outside the dream, but you are still alone in the dream."
After Ye Changong said this, he stood up and walked into the thousands of white gauze in the center of the Taoist palace. The white gauze was hanging down, and the girl's figure moved gracefully, like the lonely wind staying in the white gauze.
Ning Jiujiu wanted to get up and say that he was not alone, but he held the marriage certificate in his hands. The marriage certificate was like fire and made his fingertips ache. He opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing, but quietly watched Ye Chan Palace walk in. White gauze.
Like lotus flowers hidden deep in the mist.
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By the pond in the courtyard, fish are floating, their fins are like thin wings, and the invisible wind is supporting them.
Ning sat on the table for a long time, looking at the chessboard with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines, and randomly placed the black and white stones on it.
He reviewed yesterday's match between himself and his master.
These days, they occasionally play games. Ning Jiujiu refuses to admit defeat and continues to increase his chess skills. However, there is still a visible gap between them and Ye Chan Palace.
He reviewed the game again and found that no matter how he played, he seemed to be unable to beat her. This was a purely computational gap, a gap that could not be bridged in a short period of time.
Ning Jiujiu smiled slightly. At the end of the chess game, he began to collect the chess pieces for himself, gathering black and white into their respective places.
In the eternal world, he does not have vast magical powers. As the Master said, he is just a patient who is recovering. His current schedule and habits are like that of an old man with nothing to do.
After cleaning up the mess, Ning sat aside for a long time, looking at the floating fish, and unconsciously took out the marriage certificate.
He tried to write a word on the marriage certificate, and then he pressed his finger on the word and found that the word could be erased...
Can I still change my name at will? Master is so considerate.
After learning that his name could be changed at will, Ning Changjiu's psychological burden became much lighter. He became bolder, picked up his pen, and after some deliberation, decided to try the power of dreams first.
Ning Jiujiu picked up his pen, and after hesitation, he wrote the words "Zhao Xiang'er" on the marriage certificate.
As soon as the words Zhao Xianger finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside the yard.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head in surprise, and after saying "please come in," the door was pushed open.
Zhao Xiang'er pushed open the courtyard door and walked into the house.
I saw Xiang'er casually wearing a phoenix skirt, with a belt that was half tied and half hanging. The hem of the skirt was meandering to the floor, and the inner clothes were soft and loose, revealing her delicate shoulders and collarbones. Holding the book in her arms, with the book pressed against the soft part, she walked in with her hair in black, and casually sat down beside Ning Changjiu. The book was spread out on the table, lying weakly between the crook of her elbows.
"Xiang... Xiang'er?"
Ning Jiujiu blinked and looked at the lifelike girl in front of him. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.
When Zhao Xianger heard his shout, she raised her head and asked, "Huh? What's wrong?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Xiang'er... why are you here?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "This is the Three Thousand Worlds. If I don't go back here, where will I go?"
Ning Jiujiu was stunned. Only then did he realize that he was no longer in the invisibility, but in the Three Thousand Worlds... The dream world changed so fast.
Zhao Xiang'er stared at Ning for a long time and said, "Why do you look guilty?"
"Huh?" Ning Jiujiu asked slightly, "Why am I guilty?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Did you hook up with some girl outside without telling me again?"
Ning Jiujiu said calmly: "I don't have it."
Zhao Xiang'er snorted coldly, "Where is it? Does it mean that you haven't hooked up with the little girl, or that you don't have to hide it from me anymore?"
Ning Changjiu's ambiguous words were exposed by one sentence, and he couldn't help but sigh at Xiang'er's intelligence.
Ning Jiujiu laughed at himself: "It's already hard for me to deal with Xiang'er, how can I have any spare time?"
Zhao Xiang'er looked at him doubtfully, her eyes moved slightly and said, "Why do you look so weak?"
Ning Changjiu said: "I have been ill recently, so I am a little weak."
Zhao Xiang'er narrowed her eyes, moved closer, and asked, "What disease is it? Do you need your Highness's help in treating it?"
Ning looked at Xiang'er's disheveled appearance for a long time. She was usually majestic and dignified, but now she was extremely cute and attractive.
He felt more relaxed and said, "It's Si Xiang'er's lovesickness."
Zhao Xiang'er's eyes sharpened: "That's not right!"
"Huh? What's wrong?" Ning Jiujiu felt a little confused.
Zhao Xiang'er said: "You said you are lovesick, but if it is caused by missing me, now that I am back, your illness should be cured, but why don't you show any signs of improvement? Tell me! You are so sure of your words. I’m lovesick, who am I thinking about?!”
Ning Jiujiu was shocked. He never expected that Xiang'er in the dream would be so sharp. He argued eloquently: "This is... well, the inertia of the disease."
Zhao Xiang'er couldn't listen at all. The laziness on her face disappeared, and in a moment she was majestic. She rubbed her little fists and walked towards Ning Changjiu, "You don't want to say that? Do you still want to quibble?"
Ning Jiujiu explained: "I am really sick, Xiang'er is worse..."
"Shut up." Zhao Xiang'er had already arrived in front of him. She had a sullen face and pressed her body against him, but a cold smile broke out on her face: "I can cure your disease, as long as It won't hurt if you die, right? In this way... you can stay by my side forever... "
Ning Jiujiu's heart trembled, wondering what was going on in this dream. Did Xiang'er in his dream turn so dark
He realized that something was wrong, Xiang'er's little fist had already hit him, and he was instantly thrown into the sea of clouds. The smoke and dust were noisy. He was hoarse in pain and grinned. Seeing that Xiang'er was about to pounce again, he quickly took out the marriage certificate and erased it. Named.
The dream collapsed.
Ning Jiujiu wakes up from nowhere.
The butterfly that landed on his arm flew away in fright.
Ning Jiujiu rubbed his eyes and found that he was sleeping on the chessboard, with fish flying around beside him, enjoying himself.
Is this... a dream within a dream
Ning Jiujiu unfolded the marriage certificate, and the name on it was blank.
Xiang'er in the dream was too fierce. If I didn't move in time, it would be a question of whether I could wake up alive...
Ning stared at the marriage certificate for a long time. After hesitating for a moment, he did not believe it and wrote Lu Marian's name.
He entered dreamland again.
When he woke up, he found himself in a familiar wooden hall.
Hmm... This is the wooden hall of Yujian Tianzong.
He raised his head and found that many people were looking at him, including many familiar faces. He couldn't even remember the names of the teenagers. The girl who stared at him fiercely, well... I think her name was Lerou, and Ning Xiaoling was also sitting there. Not far away, looking at himself with sympathy.
Ning Jiujiu raised his head and found Lu Marry standing in the lecture hall, holding a ruler in his hand and looking at him with dagger-like eyes.
Ning Jiujiu realized something was wrong.
Soon, Lu Marry's scolding voice sounded coldly.
"Although you have become an inner disciple, you cannot be so arrogant and complacent. You sleep in the wooden hall all day long. How can you behave like this? Even if I can tolerate you, the ancestral rules cannot tolerate you! If you don't care about it as a teacher, this sword hall will The sect’s rules are nothing more than a piece of paper.”
Lu Marian walked up to him, her clothes as white as snow, her brows proud, and her eyes filled with deep reproach.
"Stretch out your hands!" When Lu Marion was a teacher, she was very majestic.
Ning Chang long looked at Lu Marian's fierce look and was filled with nostalgia, but he missed her and couldn't just be beaten like this.
"Where's the other hand?" Lu Marian saw that he only stretched out his left hand, and the ruler had already fallen.
Ning felt pain for a long time, put his other hand in his sleeve, and quickly and quietly erased the name.
The dream collapsed.
He woke up again in disbelief.
I'd rather sigh for a long time, rub my hand and still feel a little pain... If Fang is not really weak, she will take her wedding guard and beat her back to forge her sword.
Ning looked at the marriage certificate for a long time and tentatively wrote the word "si Ming".
This time, when he woke up, he found that he could not move. After struggling, he realized that he seemed to be tied somewhere.
Opening her eyes, Ning Changjiu looked at Si Ming sitting in front, still wearing a black robe and silver hair. She sat with her legs folded, looking extremely beautiful and charming. She saw Xue Ci looking at her, her cold eyes filled with love, but she was holding a slender whip in her hand.
And he... was tied to the cross? !
What kind of upside-down dream is this
Ning Jiujiu quickly tried to find the marriage document to reset his dream, but he couldn't find it.
"Husband, what is this?" Si Mingyu held the marriage certificate between his fingers and shook it in his hand, "I found this on you."
Ning Jiujiu pretended to be crazy, "Huh? I don't know, Xue'er, can you get it closer and let me take a look."
"Xue'er?" Siming's eyes were slightly sharp.
Ning Jiujiu realized that he had called the wrong one. Taking into account his situation, he tentatively said: "Xue Ci? Si Ming? Fourth Junior Sister?"
Si Ming's eyes were even sharper, as if there was a wind and snow blowing.
"Master Priest, Your Highness the Queen?" Ning Jiujiu gritted his teeth and said reluctantly.
Si Ming's expression softened a little. She unfolded the paper and said, "Read the contents above to me."
Si Ming in the dream was very promising, and his words had the coolness unique to the queen.
"Priest, can you move closer?" Ning Jiujiu whispered.
Siming nodded lightly and moved closer.
Ning Jiujiu immediately hit the marriage certificate with his head, wiped his name on his forehead.
When Yu Bukan woke up, Ning Changjiang looked at his hands and feet that could move freely, and breathed a sigh of relief. He patted his heart, but he still had lingering fears.
Ning Jiujiu looked at the Taoist Hall, thinking that life seemed to have become more interesting. His master really cared about him meticulously.
Ning had three nightmares in a row for a long time. Some of them were afraid to write their names, but he also had some disbelief in evil.
"Shao Xiaoli."
Ning Jiujiu wrote down Xiao Li's name, thinking that Xiao Li must be a good boy...
Falling into a dream, his eyes were dim and there was a slightly cold mist. Ning Jiujiu saw a sad red dress floating in front of him. The girl in red turned her head, and her pale and beautiful cheek showed a sick smile: "Yi, you are finally back. This time... you can't escape."
Ning Jiujiu felt cold all over and quickly left the dreamland.
"Xiao Ling, you are senior brother's last hope!"
Ning sat in silence for a long time, reading the marriage certificate, looking up at the butterflies in the sky. He couldn't imagine what scary tricks a simple and lovely girl like Xiaoling could do to him.
Ning Jiujiu wrote the three characters Ning Xiaoling in an upright manner.
Sure enough, the dream with Xiaoling was much warmer.
They returned to the days of the Yujian Tianzong again. Ning Xiaoling was sitting in her room, looking at the thick fog outside the window, shaking her legs, her pear white Taoist skirt fluttering, and the lines on her profile were also It is delicate and soft.
Although the current Xiaoling is not as beautiful as Xiang'er and others, she is still cute and beautiful, at least it will not pose a risk to her life.
She seemed to have noticed something, turned her head away, and said innocently: "Are you awake?"
Ning Jiujiu realized something was wrong, but couldn't figure out what was wrong.
"Well, I'm awake." He replied. He found that his throat was a little uncomfortable and his voice was weird. He didn't pay attention to it. He smiled and said, "Why is Xiaoling here? If Master sees this, we can't I'm going to get slapped with a brick."
Obviously, Ning Jiujiu was resentful about the previous dream.
Ning Xiaoling showed a slightly surprised look: "Hey, haven't I been here the past few days?"
"These past few days? All the time?" Ning Jiujiu's pupils shrank, thinking to himself, was he so unconscionable
Ning Xiaoling walked in quietly, reached out and touched his forehead, and said, "What's wrong? Is it a fever? Or are you pretending to be stupid on purpose to drive Xiaoling away."
"Uh, how could it be? Xiao Ling is the cutest." Ning looked at her for a long time. Although he felt that Xiao Ling was a little strange, compared to the previous wives, the junior sister was the most harmless.
Ning Xiaoling smiled sweetly and said, "Senior Sister Ning is also the best!"
Ning's long-lasting smile froze on his face.
Ning...Sister? !
His body froze slightly, and he tentatively touched his throat and found that something seemed to be missing! He sat up in shock when he was ill, lifted the quilt, and saw a Taoist skirt that looked like flying pear blossoms. He ran to the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and was lost in thought for a long time.
Ning Xiaoling walked up behind him cautiously, hugged him from behind, and said: "What's wrong, senior sister? Are you sleepy? Oh, by the way, senior sister has been very close to the master recently, can you think of it?" Find a way to trick Master into joining us, and together we... um."
Ning looked at the stunningly beautiful girl in the mirror for a long time, with a somewhat familiar face in a Taoist skirt. Well... she's quite pretty... No! What am I thinking! Ning Jiujiu punched out angrily, smashing the mirror with his fist.
Ning Xiaoling was startled and was hesitating whether to step forward. Ning Jiujiu had already taken out the marriage certificate and erased her name.
Unexpectedly, he woke up for the fifth time.
Ning touched his throat for a long time and felt something hard, and then he calmed down.
He sighed and lay down on the chessboard, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally.
Why are my dreams becoming more and more distorted and outrageous...
Ning Jiujiu originally wanted to try Liu Xiwan, but the successive shocks made him hesitate. After writing the crooked word "Liu", he really didn't dare to write the word "Xiwan" anymore.
Ning looked at the red marriage letter for a long time, then glanced at the closed palace door, and suddenly understood something.
The master seemed to let him fill in his name at will, but he had already seen the consequences of filling in other names.
So... In fact, this marriage certificate can only have one name.
And that name needs to be written by him personally.
"Master..."
Ning thought about the girl disappearing between the white gauze for a long time, and was in a daze.
He sat on the table for a long time, his eyes falling on the marriage document. The marriage document was like fire, burning his eyes.
The two most recent lives were the two that had the greatest impact on him, and the earlier life was like an illusory hallucination to him.
Therefore, the fact that Ye Chan Palace is his master has been deeply ingrained in his knowledge for decades, and the past of slaying demons and slaying demons for each other as a Taoist couple three to four thousand years ago is more like listening to a cordial conversation. History, so even if the two of them were alone at the moment, Ning Jiujiu would still call her master, instead of any frivolous and wanton words.
This is his heartfelt respect for Ye Chan Palace, and it is also the inertia of his thinking that he has always formed.
Ning Jiujiu would occasionally want to break the status quo and renew their relationship, but when he actually stood in front of his master, he looked at his cold and elegant appearance and felt that any thoughts were blasphemous.
But... it turns out that Master is also actively seeking change
Ning Jiujiu opened his eyes, and his tense heartstrings finally relaxed slowly.
He picked up the pen, and after a slight pause, he wrote down the name 'Ye Chan Palace' in a smooth and flowing manner.
As he wrote the name, he suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.
Ning closed his eyes for a long time and calmed down, then folded the marriage certificate, walked across the pond, and knocked on the palace door.
In the palace door, white gauze shakes the shadow.
"Has the marriage book been written?" Ye Changong's pleasant voice came.
"Well, it's done." Ning Jiujiu spoke calmly.
Ye Changong asked: "Whose name was written?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Disciple is brave enough to write the name of Master."
There was silence in the hall for a moment, and then the breeze came again and blew the curtains open.
In the white gauze, Ye Changong's expression is indistinguishable.
"So, is this marriage letter for my teacher?" Ye Changong asked again.
"Yes." Ning Jiujiu replied concisely and forcefully.
"Well, you are indeed... so bold." Ye Changong nodded lightly and stepped out through the curtain.
Ning looked at his master for a long time and presented the marriage certificate.
Ye Changong took the marriage certificate, glanced at it, and closed it.
Ning waited for her reply for a long time.
"Very good, then I'm a teacher..." Ye Changong suddenly said coldly: "As a teacher, I want to break off the engagement."
"What?" Ning Jiujiu felt caught off guard.
In a slight shock, Ning Jiujiu suddenly woke up.
He found that he was still sleeping on the chessboard on the stone table, with golden butterflies flying back and forth in the sky, and fish swimming around.
Ning looked at the marriage certificate for a long time. It was still blank with no name.
Everything just now... was still a dream!
She looked up.
The unsightly Taoist temple fell quietly in front of him. The door of the temple was closed tightly, as if waiting for him to open it.
He suddenly understood that he was trapped in the master's dream. Only by truly handing the marriage document to the master and being accepted by her could he get out of this recurring dream!
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(Thanks to the book friend Tauren Thousand Captain for the reward! Thank you very much to the book friend for your strong support! Mmm~)