In the ethereal and clear Taoist palace, Ning Changjiu and Ye Changong looked at each other across the veil.
Ye Changong looked at the marriage certificate, her eyebrows moving slightly, like the gentle breeze blown by the wings of a butterfly.
"Shall I write it?"
Ye Chan Palace returns to tranquility.
She is still a fairy as cold as an iceberg. The fireworks in the world will float across her brows, but they cannot stick to her.
Ning waited for a long time. Previously, his idea was confirmed, and he couldn't help but touch the top of his head... and felt nothing.
In the eternal world, he has no Taoism and is just an ordinary person. Therefore, he cannot see his own lifeline, just like a person cannot raise his eyes to see the top of his head and heart.
The white gauze gradually became still.
Ye Changong put down her pen and wrote down a name in a hurry. After writing, she folded the marriage certificate.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand, thinking she would hand it out.
Ye Changong put the marriage certificate away.
"Huh?" Ning Changjiu wondered, "Does Master have any other tests?"
Ye Changong spoke softly: "When you are sixteen years old, I will give you the marriage certificate. This is the tradition of our master."
Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment. He looked at the dancing shadow on the gauze and lost his words for a moment. I thought to myself that Master looks just like the little sheep on the moon, but he has more tricks than me...
After calming down, Ning Jiujiu sighed: "Master's method is really... ingenious."
Ye Changong asked: "Are you mocking me?"
Ning Changjiu said: "This disciple is already twenty this year."
Ye Changong said: "There is no need to worry, in the eternal world, people can be young no matter how young they are."
Ning stood silently for a long time.
Ye Changong looked at him and said coldly: "Family has family laws, and every family has rules. The marriage certificate should be discussed at the age of sixteen."
Ning Jiujiu sighed and had no other choice but to say: "Disciple, please obey the master's orders."
Ye Chan Palace stood up, stepped through the empty lotus pond, and came out through the curtain.
The girl has long hair, and a snow-white gauze belt is wrapped around her arms. The paper wedding letter is slanted into the skirt of her clothes. The paper and the soft paper are close to each other, and they fit tightly. The slightly dark-colored belt ties her waist, and the curve between her waist and back is also like a slender moon. .
She walked past Ning Changjiu.
The power of dreams disappears.
Ning Jiujiu fell from the top of the dream.
In front of his eyes, scenes such as Three Thousand Worlds, Yujian Tianzong, the Cross, the Bottom of the Luo River, and the Wooden Hall flashed one by one.
It turned out that he was not just falling into a dream, but falling into multiple dreams. Every time he wrote his name on the marriage letter, he was equivalent to entering a deeper dream.
Master arranged this marriage contract, perhaps because he was sure that he would not fill in her name obediently, and let him get lost in the dream and spend eight years with her carefree, while he in the real eternal world would It turns into a butterfly and flies in the sky like other butterflies.
His happiness in the dream will also be the dream that Master worked hard to create with the power of the dream.
Butterfly dream.
Zhao Xianger, Lu Marian, Xue Ci, Shao Xiaoli, Ning Xiaoling...their faces flashed in front of them one by one.
The dream was completely shattered, and he returned to the real world. Ye Chan Palace had passed by him, and all he could see was his back.
Ning Jiujiu walked towards her.
He suddenly exclaimed and fell forward.
Ye Changong supported him.
Ning Changjiu apologized slightly and said, "I didn't mean to do it, the clothes are a bit big."
Ye Changong said: "It doesn't matter, I will cut it for you."
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In the courtyard, Ning Chang was sitting aside, watching the golden storm formed by butterflies. Ye Changong was sitting next to him, condensing a pair of scissors in the moonlight, and cutting clothes for him.
"Master, how come you know everything?" Ning Changjiu asked with a smile.
Ye Changong's scissors slipped through the clothes.
"When I was still a laurel, I looked at the world from the moon. From the time of slash-and-burn cultivation, to the time they used linen and cotton to make clothes, their weaving skills became increasingly sophisticated, and then they were dyed with colors, and the patterns became more and more exquisite... I was watching them I grew up little by little." Ye Changong's words were full of nostalgia, "So I can do most of the things that people do, but some are a bit unfamiliar."
Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but recall the past. At that time, he was far less peaceful than Chang Xi. He always liked to leave the Kingdom of the Sun God and go to the human world. At that time, Xihe had great opinions on this and often talked with him loose the temper.
"For thousands of years, people have chanted countless poems about the moon, but they didn't know that there really are temple fairies on the moon." Ning Changjiu sighed with a smile.
"There are not many poems praising the sun." Ye Changong said.
"But it's far from comparable to the moon." Ning Changjiu looked like he was in harmony with his master and disciple.
"Hmm..." Ye Changong thought for a moment and said, "That shows that poets and poets in the world can indeed distinguish between good and bad."
"..." Ning Jiujiu choked on his words. It was like two people were rejecting each other in a polite exchange. In the end, after only one round of pushing, the other party accepted the gift.
Ye Changong looked at his troubled expression and seemed to be asking him what he thought.
Ning Jiujiu cupped his hands and said helplessly: "Master, please give me a clear lesson."
Ye Changong turned around, his eyes continued to fall lightly on the clothes, and suddenly said: "Would you like to try other clothes styles?"
Ning Jiujiu had a premonition that something was not going to happen and thought carefully: "Master... what do you want?"
Ye Changong pointed at the clothes and said, "How about cutting the edges of the clothes into petals-like outlines..."
Ning Jiujiu quickly stopped her idea: "Disciple thinks it's inappropriate!"
Ye Changong said: "There are only two of us here, what do you have to worry about?"
Ning Jiujiu retorted: "Since there are only two of us here, why doesn't Master take the knife on his own clothes first?"
"My clothes?" Ye Changong lowered his head, looked at his regular moonlight gauze skirt, and humbly asked for advice: "Then, what do you think, how should this clothes be cut to be more beautiful?"
Ning looked into Ye Changong's clear and innocent eyes for a long time, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He was about to make a serious proposal, but he saw Ye Changong pointed the tip of the scissors at him unnoticeably.
Ning Jiujiu sighed and said: "Master, this is fine, there is no need to change."
"Really?"
"real."
"If you have other ideas, you can always speak up." Ye Changong spoke softly.
"No." Ning looked at the scissors in her hand for a long time, thinking that our school's tradition of persuading others with virtue is really consistent.
Ye Changong was cutting clothes with light movements, like pruning flower branches, and the scraps of clothes fell like white snow.
After the clothes were cut, Ning Jiujiu couldn't help but say, "Master is getting more and more..."
"Um?"
"Hmm... It's becoming more and more humane."
"Are you praising me?" Ye Changong looked at him indifferently.
Ning Jiujiu took the clothes and said, "Master, why do you need to ask even though you already know?"
Ye Changong's eyes were cold, and the scissors in his hand turned into a ruler.
Ning Jiujiu immediately kept silent.
The master held the ruler, stood with his hands behind his back, and led Ning Changjiu towards the outside of the temple. The two of them went to watch deers and butterflies together.
If other iceberg beauties look like this, they will give people the feeling of pretending to be adults and pretending to be mature. However, Ye Chan Palace has been silent in Guanghan Palace for thousands of years. Even if it looks like a young girl, when it is quiet, it feels so lonely, desolate, and solitary. Bai Jiaojie means it from the bottom of his heart. She is the most beautiful fairy, but she only makes people feel infinitely beautiful.
Butterflies are flying in the sky, and their wings are connected to form a sea.
The deer hurried past.
Ning Changchun and Ye Changong walked through the jade-colored forest, with golden branches and jade leaves rustling in the sky.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "When will my lifeline be reduced?"
Ye Changong said: "Every three months is a season."
Ning Changjiu said: "I remember that there was a saying in an ancient book, 'One foot of a stick, half of it is taken every day, and it will last for eternity.' Why can't the world of immortality, which is based on this rule, achieve true immortality?"
Ye Changong said: "Because the soul is not infinitely divisible. When it is as small as a real particle, we who regard ourselves as the spiritual beings of all things are no different from other lives."
Ye Changong didn't seem to want to continue this topic. She walked into the sea of flowers, with butterflies surrounding her shadow.
Ning Jiujiu also walked carefully through the flower field.
Ning looked at the butterfly in the sky for a long time and asked: "If one day I turn into a butterfly, how will Master find me?"
Ye Changong said calmly: "Don't you tell me today that even if you become a butterfly, a deer, or a fish, you will still be by my side. Will it remain unchanged forever? Since you will accompany me If you follow me, why should I look for you?"
Ning Jiujiu said helplessly: "But I also thought, all the butterflies in the world forget about life and death, so why should I think that I am the special one? I... have no confidence in myself."
Ye Changong lowered her head slightly, looked at the corner of the marriage certificate slightly exposed on the lapel of her clothes, and said, "Thousands of years ago, you thought the same way."
"What?" Ning Changjiu asked doubtfully, "Isn't Master still sleeping on the moon at that time?"
Ye Changong looked at the butterflies flying in the sky and said, "These butterflies, deer, and fish were your original answer."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand, and a butterfly landed on the back of her hand, fluttering its wings.
Ning looked at the butterfly for a long time.
Butterflies have an asymmetrical pattern on their backs.
Ning Jiujiu noticed this when he first entered the eternal world. All life here has patterns.
Ning Jiujiu didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but now he suddenly realized: "These patterns...were all painted by me back then?"
Ye Changong nodded: "Yes, you were afraid that I would not be able to find you when I returned, so you marked yourself, but you were still worried, so you marked all the other souls exactly the same. This differentiates you. So, in the eternal world, you are the most special butterfly."
The butterfly flew away from the back of the hand and merged into the sky, like water dripping back into the sea. It drifted away along the ocean current and was never seen again.
Ning Jiujiu looked at the shadows of butterflies in the sky and said, "I worked really hard back then..."
Ye Changong looked up at the sky until the butterfly wind dispersed. Silent.
Ning closed his eyes for a long time and asked: "If I didn't make any marks and my soul was lost in them, Master... can you still find me?"
Ye Changong did not answer directly, "Guess what?"
Ning Jiujiu was stunned.
Ye Changong pursed her lips, with a faint smile in her eyes, "The eternal world is bigger than you think. Please accompany me for more walks over the years. In a few years, we should be able to enjoy everything here. "
Ning Jiujiang raised his head and looked at the spectacle above.
It is like a following cloud, or like a kite they fly.
"Okay." Ning Jiujiu said, "We are at home all over the world."
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The seasons in the eternal world are slow, but the years in the human world are long.
At dusk, the last flower in the courtyard has withered from the tree, the cicadas have stopped chirping, summer has passed, and in the blink of an eye, the autumn rain has cooled down, casting a misty cold mist, and the whole world, in such a slightly cold weather, The first round of real vigorous growth began.
The world has been restored, and ordinary people's perception is not strong, but for ascetics with higher realms, the realization is more obvious.
In the past, they were struggling to move forward in the mud of a swamp. Now, the mud has turned into a clear river. They swam among them, quickly adapted to the new environment, gave birth to "gills" and "fins", and made rapid progress in building roads.
After this autumn wind, it seems that the world will really become a new look.
Liu Xiwan sat in front of the court and witnessed the last petal withering.
Liu Junzhuo, who was wearing a white dress and a black skirt, walked quietly behind her, sat down with the Kunlun Sword in his arms, and suddenly patted Liu Xiwan on the head.
Liu Xiwan was startled, her body trembled, and she immediately turned her head away.
She looked at Liu Junzhuo with slight resentment and said: "Second Senior Sister, our Jiange is the most prestigious and upright sect in the world. Why are you floating around like a ghost? You don't have the style that our famous and upright sect should have at all!"
"What should be the style of an upright family?" Liu Junzhuo smiled and said, "Is it like the style of our Pavilion Master?"
Liu Xiwan bit her lip, "Humph, senior sister, you dare to speak ill of the Pavilion Master, you are dead!"
Liu Junzhuo pinched her face and said, "Then junior sister, go and file a complaint and ask your master to come out quickly. I will go to the law hall and wait obediently?"
Liu Xiwan was a little discouraged and glared at her, "Why is the master not the master? What is senior sister talking about?"
"Are you still pretending?" Liu Junzhuo looked at her and said, "Xiao Xiwan, you look like a puppy with a collar and chain in its mouth, walking around looking for people with its tail between its legs. I feel pity for him."
Liu Xiwan subconsciously touched her neck. She suddenly realized that the senior sister was just a metaphor, and she became even more angry and said: "Senior sister! You are going too far. I... I will teach you the rules on behalf of the teacher today!"
Liu Xiwan punched up.
There was chaos in front of the court.
This little fight between the sisters started with Liu Xiwan's declaration of war and ended quickly with Liu Xiwan's surrender.
Liu Xiwan sat aggrievedly, holding her face in her hands, "Senior sister is bullying..."
Liu Junzhuo rubbed her hair and said, "Okay, senior sister just doesn't want to see you depressed all the time."
Liu Xiwan said: "Autumn flowers have fallen, I'm just...sad for autumn!"
Liu Junzhuo smiled and said, "Can't you see how poetic and picturesque my junior sister is?"
Liu Xiwan snorted and said, "I have read a lot of books since I was a child. If you hadn't deceived me, I would be a handsome and well-educated young man now! Now... I am barely a talented girl."
Liu Junzhuo looked at his junior sister and smiled without saying a word.
Liu Xiwan puffed up her cheeks and became even more angry. She only regretted that she couldn't defeat her senior sister. "Humph, although the master is not here, my master's wife is still here. If senior sister dares to bully me again, I will go to my master's wife to complain!"
Liu Junzhuo said: "Are you really stupid or pretending to be stupid?"
"What's the meaning?"
"For a little lover like you who is kept outside, when the wife of the royal family sees you, they will want to tear you apart."
"It's true... I think the ladies are very good to me."
"Senior sister, will she still lie to you?"
"Well..." Liu Xiwan looked at her suspiciously, and said plausibly: "Xiwan will take revenge, it's not too late in seven years! Senior sister, just wait for me!"
The autumn wind sweeps the courtyard.
Lu Marry stood in another pavilion, smiling lightly as she looked at the pair of women chatting on the steps in front of the court.
Shao Xiaoli sat next to her, looking at the autumn scenery that had arrived unknowingly.
"Xiao Li, how are you doing with your cultivation recently? Next time Fourth Senior Sister comes to check it out, don't try to fool her," Lu Marian said.
"Xiao Li has practiced well." Shao Xiaoli affirmed.
Lu Marian said earnestly: "In today's world, all Taoist practitioners are making rapid progress, and the fortunes of heaven and earth are at their peak. You must not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to cultivate Taoism."
"Yeah!" Shao Xiaoli nodded vigorously, and then she thought of another question: "By the way, the monks have become more powerful now, and everyone is generally impassioned. But in a few years, the monks will cherish their lives and be unwilling to participate in the final battle. What should we do if there is a big war?”
Lu Jiejiu said: "I just said 'luck'. The reason why the sect has luck is because the entire sect practices the same inner sect mind method. This inner sect mind method is like an invisible bloodline. It connects all the monks together, so all the disciples in the sect are prosperous and naturally have a sense of belonging."
Shao Xiaoli suddenly realized, remembering the scene last winter: "Now all the Taoist secrets in the world were written by Master!"
Lu Marian nodded and said, "Well, in a few years, all the Taoists in the world will be in the same sect if they trace their origins."
Shao Xiaoli sighed with emotion: "Master is so foresight... He must have anticipated that meteorite a long time ago."
Lu Marry's eyes were leisurely and she nodded slightly.
Shao Xiaoli said: "Master... He has always been so lonely. Now he should be even more lonely, right?"
"Yes, wandering in a foreign land is inherently cold and miserable. Although the eternal world is eternal life, according to senior sister, there are all things without wisdom in it, and they are accompanied by things without wisdom..." Lu Jiewei stopped talking.
Shao Xiaoli took over what she said: "Accompanying her, how the days feel like years."
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"time flies."
Ning stood in front of the unsightly Taoist temple for a long time, wearing a thin shirt and looking into the distance, sighing softly.
Another season has passed, and Ye Changong is tailoring clothes.
There are no four seasons in the eternal world, and it is as gentle as ever.
"Yes, if you are outside, it is already halfway through September... Life is short, even if you are a god, it is just a moment of youth compared to the real eternity." Ye Changong held the knife in his hand. Unspeakable loneliness.
She cut her clothes, raised her head, looked at Ning Changjiu, and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"
Ning Jiujiu had lingering fears about the last tailoring, fearing that Ye Changong would have free rein, so he watched silently as a supervisor.
Of course, such a reason cannot be given.
Ning Jiujiu said: "I was just wondering, can I do something for Master?"
Ye Changong asked: "What do you know?"
Ning thought for a long time and said, "comb your hair."
Ye Changong was silent for a moment and said, "Well... OK."
In the slightly dark hall, Ye Changong sat in front of a hand-painted ancient mirror. The reflection in the mirror looked like a classical painting.
Ning Changjiu lifted up her hair like a waterfall.
The teeth of the comb sank into it with familiarity and flowed down along the path of the hair.
"Back in the City of Ten Thousand Demons, you often combed Xue Ci's hair like this." Ye Changong recalled.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Well, the disciples are not very talented and have little knowledge. They don't know much about anything else."
Ye Changong's hair was too silky, and combing it with wooden teeth felt like combing the wind.
Ning looked at Master's hair for a long time, felt itchy for a moment, and said, "I'll tie Master's hair."
"Tie my hair?" Ye Changong's eyes moved slightly, "Do you want to tie my hair into a braid or a ponytail?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "You look down on your disciples too much."
"No." Ye Changong said, "It's because I know you too well."
“…”
Ning, who has always been sharp-tongued, never thought that he would be humbled in front of his gentle and simple master.
He looked at his master's face in the mirror and said, "This disciple is no longer the disciple he once was."
Ye Changong looked at him and indicated that he had no objection.
Ning Jiujiu also recalled some of the techniques taught by Xiao Li when he was in Duanjie City, and began to braid his master's hair.
"how about this?"
"too childish."
"what about this?"
"Too old-fashioned."
"Then...how about this?"
"Hmm... Let's just keep our hair down. It looks good too."
The conversation between Ning Jiujiu and Ye Changong continued intermittently.
Ning Jiujiu questioned: "Is Master targeting me deliberately? I obviously think it looks good."
Ye Changong spoke calmly: "That's because being a teacher is good-looking."
Ning Jiujiu was stunned for a moment. He had never thought that such words would come out of his master's mouth. After being stunned, he realized that this must be something the master was trying to change.
"Hmm... aren't these words appropriate?" Ye Changong blinked and asked.
Ning Jiujiu shook his head quickly and said, "No, Master... she's even cuter."
"Cute?" Ye Changong didn't know what to think. He slowly lowered his eyelids and said, "You can braid your hair as you like. I won't say anything this time."
Ning looked at her peaceful face for a long time, hesitated for a while, and said softly: "Well... Master is beautiful no matter what."
When leaving the dressing mirror, Ye Changong's black hair was spiked up, like two rabbit ears.
This is one of the most common appearances of Chang'e in myths and legends.
Ye Changong's appearance is enough for her to control any hairstyle. After a brief period of discomfort, Ning looked at her for a long time and felt that she was getting more and more cute, like a little girl who had just gone through the coming-of-age ceremony but was still childish.
The longer you look at it, the fairy-like charm will overwhelm the cuteness, as if the girl is about to fly away to Guanghan Palace at any moment.
"Master."
Ning Jiujiu suddenly called her.
"Um?"
Ye Changong raised his eyes slightly, not knowing what he meant.
"Master, happy Mid-Autumn Festival." Ning Jiujiu suddenly said.
Mid-Autumn Festival…
Ye Changong suddenly remembered that it was on this day that he swallowed the fire and left.
Everyone in the world remembers it, but she is about to forget it.
Ye Changong's hand unconsciously made a gesture of holding her heart, and also said: "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
Ning Changjiu said: "Let's go and enjoy the moon."
"Appreciating the moon?" Ye Changong was puzzled: "Where does the moon come from?"
Ning Changjiu said: "The ancients said that the moon is as bright as a flying mirror."
He picked up the ancient mirror and handed it to Ye Chan Palace.
Ye Changong took the mirror, looked at the dimples in the mirror, and gently threw the mirror up.
The mirror slowly flew into the sky.
They stood there and looked at the moon together.
This moon is like a mirror, there is no bright light, but it illuminates a pair of people quietly.
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(Thanks to book friend Wang Xuanzi for the tip! Thank you to book friend for your continued support~Thank you!)