(I’m not in a good state today, I don’t have enough time, so I’ll correct typos and grammatical errors first and then later)
The clear autumn wind swept through the eternal world, and the ancient mirror hung high like the moon, shedding a piece of silver. In the dream-like scene, Ning Changjiu stood side by side with Ye Chan Palace, admiring the autumn moon together.
It is also the Mid-Autumn Festival in the world.
Ning Jiujiu could imagine that Marry and Xiang'er and the others must also be looking up at the moon. They are not looking at the moon, but they are looking at the same heart. Sooner or later, these hearts will transcend the barriers in the eternal world and be connected together.
Ye Changong looked in the mirror.
The mirror is hung very high, and the figures reflected are somewhat blurry.
"It turns out so many years have passed."
Ye Changong looked at the moon and whispered to himself. It was still yesterday when he swallowed the fire and soared, but when he suddenly looked back, it was already a thousand years ago.
It's just that the moonlight fell from a height of millions of feet and passed through layers of barriers, still retaining its clarity. However, the world has been dusty for thousands of years, and suddenly when I turned around and looked back, I saw that the road from where it came was filled with smoke and clouds.
What passes by is smoke and cloud, and what passes by is also smoke and cloud.
She is Chang Xi, Chang'e, Ye Chan Palace, the spiritual manifestation of Laurel, and the true goddess of the moon. But she also knows very well that she relies on the moon to exist, but the moon does not need to rely on her to exist. No matter how powerful she is, she is just a life born on the star. The moon has been like this since ancient times, and it will be like this in the future.
The two of them admired the moon together for a long time without speaking.
A large golden butterfly flew across the sight, like dark clouds covering the moon, covering the scattered moonlight. Ning Jiujiu finally came back to his senses.
"The stars we are living in now are no longer the same stars as those 1.5 billion years ago." Ye Changong said: "The moon is also not the same moon."
Ning Changjiu said: "But we still use the words written 1.5 billion years ago, and still inherit the code names of the gods of that era. This is an endless fire. Even if one day, the sun goes out, we can still burst out with fire that is stronger than the sun." A greater light is coming.”
Ye Changong looked at him and said, "If one day the sun goes out, the moon will be cold forever."
Ning Jiujiu also looked at her.
Butterflies are flying around the moon, and light is falling from the gaps in their wings. Ye Changong's face is like a piece of drawing paper. Under the mottled flowing light, her carefully carved eyebrows seem to be transparent at this moment.
"Is Master cold?" Ning Changjiu asked.
Ye Changong lowered her head. She knew that as long as she answered coldly, they would hug each other. This was what they agreed to do three thousand years ago.
Ye Changong gently caressed her chest, which was where the marriage certificate was affixed.
She wanted to answer, but after opening her mouth slightly, she couldn't answer the question, "When we got married, we seemed to be admiring the moon like this."
The butterfly flew over the moon, and the moonlight fell again. It separated the two people like a thin veil.
Ning Chang'e's eyebrows moved slightly, and he also remembered that at the wedding, he secretly ran out to see Luo Shen. Chang'e also came not long after, and brought two quilts. The three of them were cooking spells under the bridge and wrapping them Quilt, look at the bright moon together.
Going to see another woman on your wedding day... Is this what people do? It’s so heartless...
Ning Jiujiu silently criticized himself.
Ning Jiujiu recalled the incident shamelessly. He just said: "Next time we get married, I hope we can still enjoy the moon like this."
The moonlight between them began to flow, and if the scenery had a spirit, they seemed to want to express feelings to people.
Ye Changong lowered his head, turned away after a moment, looked at him indifferently, and said: "I treat you as a master and disciple, what about you? What are you thinking about all day long, and how do you plan to repay me?"
Before Ning Jiujiu could recall the meaning of her words, Ye Changong walked away.
Ning Jiujiu wanted to chase, but the ancient mirror in the sky lost its restraints and fell straight down, hitting Ning Jiujiu's head. He groaned in pain and fell to the ground dizzily.
…
When Ning Jiujiu woke up, the Mid-Autumn Festival had passed. He was lying on the bed, touching his still aching head, struggling to get up, and found Ye Changong sitting by the bed.
He felt the dull pain in his head and wanted to question his master, but Ye Changong had already spoken first: "Why are you so careless?"
"?" Ning Jiujiu said: "Master, didn't you deliberately plot to kill me! How could you be so evil first..."
"Huh?" Ye Changong looked at him and asked, "What's evil?"
Ning Jiujiu looked at the slender girl with a gauze skirt as white as snow. The master's calm temperament had its own intimidating power.
Ning Jiujiu rubbed his head and threatened weakly: "Evil people... will have their own troubles..."
"Evil people have their own grinders?" Ye Changong raised her eyelashes slightly, as if thinking about the meaning of this sentence, she asked softly: "How to grind it? Is it like a jade rabbit pounding medicine?"
Ning Jiujiu was shocked, "Master...how do you know everything?"
Ye Changong looked as usual and said softly: "You know what I know."
The master acted indifferently, which made him even more ashamed.
Ye Changong comforted and said: "Everything in the world of mortals is ordinary. These things may have meaning, but they have no meaning to me. You don't have to worry about it."
It makes no sense for you to read it!
Ning Jiujiu refuted silently in his heart. Seeing his master's unfailing appearance, his heart beat faster. Pretending to be calm, he started another fallacy:
"When we look at a flower in a painting, we can't smell its fragrance. We can't say that the flower itself has no fragrance. It's just because you look at it through the flower and think you understand its whole picture, but in fact you know nothing about its beauty. Viewing The flowers in the painting are like this, and so is life. How can we tell whether we like the flowers before we actually smell the fragrance?"
"Well, what you said makes sense, so what you mean is..." Of course Ye Changong could understand what he said. She nodded lightly and repeated Ning Changjiu's words straightforwardly: "You want to bully the master and destroy the ancestor again. Already?"
"..." Ning Jiujiu was choked to the point of being speechless after being struck by a blow. He looked at the moonlight bowl in Master's hand and asked, "Master, what are you here for?"
Ye Changong said: "You are a patient, so naturally I am here to visit you."
Ning Jiujiu said: "I thought it was because Master thought my injury was too shallow, so he came here to make up for it with two more cuts."
Ye Changong said: "My teacher is kind enough to prepare medicine for you, so you think so?"
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Boiling medicine... what is Master boiling? Is there medicine in the eternal world?"
Ye Changong said: "This is the leaf of the Forest of Eternal Life."
The Forest of Eternal Life...are those giant trees that look like towering towers.
"It sounds like a rare medicine in the world." Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand to take the medicine and said, "Thank you, Master."
Ye Changong shook his head, put the bowl aside and said, "This medicine has no effect at all."
"...Then what is Master doing?"
"It's just that I often see you doing this. I want to give it a try, boil the medicine, and wait for someone to wake up by the bedside." Ye Changong said: "As you just said, it's not always possible to see flowers in a painting. If you were there.”
"That's it..." Ning Jiujiu understood that she was acting again. He looked at her lips and said, "Master, you don't have to be like this, just keep your heart in mind."
Ye Changong hummed softly.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Back then... why did Master decide to accept me as his disciple?"
Ye Changong said: "Because I didn't expect that it would be such a misfortune for our school when you entered my school."
Ning Jiujiu pursed his lips, thinking why Master could speak so harshly. He smiled with relief and said, "Master is indeed becoming more and more humane, and now he is so good at telling jokes."
Ye Changong looked at him quietly.
Ning Jiujiu looked at Ye Changong's eyes, his heart trembled, and he realized that the master was probably telling the truth...
Ning Jiuchuan was very frustrated and silently looked away.
Ye Changong suddenly asked: "If the roles of you and me were reversed at that time, would you accept me as your disciple?"
Ning Jiujiu thought for a while and said righteously: "How dare I have such delusional thoughts?"
Ye Changong said softly: "But it doesn't matter, even if you want to take her as a child bride, it doesn't matter."
Ning Jiujiu was amazed at the master's understanding of himself.
He said: "In short, no matter what it is, I will not stab Master with a sword."
Ye Changong said: "You don't know how to stab with a sword... Are you talking about such ambiguous words again?"
"Uh..." Ning sighed for a long time and said, "Master really thought too much this time!"
Ye Changong pursed his lips and looked at the golden leaves that he had cooked.
"Have a rest and stop talking." Ye Changong said: "You were injured by the ancient mirror. Although it was not my teacher's intention, there is no one to take care of you except me. In the next few days, my teacher will I will take good care of you."
Ning Jiujiu wanted to say that he was fine, but when he looked at Ye Changong's face, he suddenly understood that the master seemed to want to play the role of a patient and a relative. She had been looking at the mortal world on the moon for thousands of years, as if in a painting. Flower, I have never really felt its fragrance.
This is something she's been trying to do.
She didn't want to be like the moon, which came quietly in the night and left quietly at dawn. What she wanted to accompany was not just the dream of the human world from dusk to sunrise.
"Well, Master, thank you for taking care of me." Ning Changjiu said with a smile.
…
In the next few days, Ye Changong came to see him every day and chatted by the bedside.
They had a tacit understanding, one pretended to be sick, the other pretended to take care of her, and they cooperated with this house party.
Ye Changong is beautiful and powerful. She is a fairy who holds the thread of destiny for thousands of years in the palm of her hand. However, in many trivial matters, she is as clumsy as a little girl who cannot leave the boudoir.
Recently, when they were together, they mostly talked about stories from their previous lives.
In the early morning, in the Taoist palace, Ye Changong sat in front of the mirror, and Ning Changjiu combed her hair.
After a long period of training, Ning Changjiu's skills in combing rabbit-eared buns became more and more perfect. Ye Changong's hair was carefully coiled up and wound up in circles, looking extremely cute.
"Master... doesn't seem to be a truly taciturn person." Ning Jiujiu said.
On the contrary, he felt that the master sometimes even had some interesting bad thoughts, and those little thoughts were revealed in his words, which often left Ning speechless for a long time.
Ye Changong said: "People don't need to deliberately be reticent, nor do they need to deliberately be warm and talkative."
Ning Jiujiu said: "Then Master was in seclusion for twenty-four years in his previous life and could not speak a word to his disciples. What's the reason?"
"Are you asking for help?" Ye Changong asked.
"How dare, disciple?" Ning Jiujiu said, "I'm just curious."
Ye Changong thought quietly and said slowly: "In my previous life, I probably wanted to cut off the worldly bond."
Ning didn't ask about this matter in detail for a long time. He thought about it for a moment and asked about another matter that he was very concerned about, "Master, what is the purpose of gathering many Shura into Dahe Town?"
Ye Changong said: "You once told me that when you were in Duanjie City, you met the Heavenly Lord named Ye Di from the Kingdom of the God of War. He once spent hundreds of years building a tower. The tower was nominally It was used for astrology, but it was actually a tool for ascension, and even severely damaged the sinful king at that time."
"Well, Ye Zhi is a god with ideals." Ning Jiujiu said.
Ye Changong said: "My construction is not impressive, but what he did is similar in approach and results."
Ning Jiujiu was slightly shocked: "Isn't it a tool for ascension even though it's not impressive?"
Ye Changong shook his head slightly and said: "Unobservable is a murder weapon. In the original plan, the watch will ascend. That ascension will be accompanied by the watch itself."
Speaking of this, Ye Changong didn't know what he thought of, and his expression turned gloomy.
She stood up slowly, left the dressing mirror, crossed the white gauze, and walked towards the outside of the Taoist temple.
Ning stayed with her for a long time.
The breeze blew across her face, and Ye Changong stretched out her hand. The wind did not escape, but lingered on her fingertips.
"I see..." Ye Changong said, "I seem to understand a little bit about what I was thinking in my previous life seven years later."
"What do you think?" Ning asked for a long time.
Ye Changong hadn't fully thought about it yet, so she didn't answer. She looked at Ning Changjiu and asked, "How is your illness?"
Ning long thought about how his master had taken care of him in the past few days...
When Ning Jiujiu was sleeping, Master liked to sit by the window and look at the world outside. The cold wind blew from the window. Ning Jiujiu had no energy to keep out the cold and was shivering. He didn't want to disturb Master's enjoyment of the scenery, so he never spoke.
When drinking the useless medicine in the morning, Master would occasionally bring boiling water directly by mistake, which made Ning Jiujiu speechless. Ning Jiujiu knew that she did not mean it, but she was not used to the triviality of this kind of life, so she also Can't bear to be harshly criticized.
When the two were chatting, the master relied on his understanding of himself and often used some seemingly light words to make him angry.
Ning Jiujiu sighed and said with emotion: "Thanks to Master's meticulous care of my condition, this disciple can be so strong."
Ye Changong is very smart, how can such puns be hidden from her, "You mean... taking care of you, or taking care of your illness?"
Ning Changjiu said: "Master, why do you ask questions when you know clearly? The answer lies in words and deeds."
"We are a Taoist temple, not a monk's temple. We don't want to fight with our master." Ye Changong said, "I want to hear your answer."
Ning Jiujiu could not bear the gaze of Ye Changong's eyes and said: "Of course it is for taking care of me. I am only grateful in my heart."
Ye Changong nodded, satisfied with the answer.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "When did Master get sick?"
"What?" Ye Changong really didn't understand this time: "How could I... get sick?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "People will always get sick."
Ye Changong said: "I still don't understand."
Ning Jiujiu said: "After I get sick, I can take care of Master."
…
How does one get sick
Ye Changong didn't understand.
In short, Ye Changong tried to get sick.
Wearing a thin shirt, she stood in front of the Taoist temple, letting the cool breeze blow for half a day without thinking or thinking. In the end, she only gained the tranquility of her mind and no other realizations.
She simulated water again and bathed in cold water between the white gauze. She only felt that her jade body was pure and clean, without any distracting thoughts or any feeling of 'sickness'.
So she started looking for signs of illness again.
When people are sick, they will have fever, cough, and dizziness.
So she began to use Taoism to simulate such a state, trying to find a sense of illness.
But Ye Changong also discovered that when sick, some people will have fever and others will have chills. So which one, heat or cold, is the real sign of illness? Or do they coexist
Ice and fire have a way of coexisting in the human world, but how can they coexist in the body
Ye Changong didn't understand its meaning.
She discovered that even though she had been watching the human world for thousands of years, she still only had a partial understanding of the disease. It was like looking at a flower within a painting, only knowing its form but not understanding its meaning... Perhaps this was also why she needed to write a heavenly monument for ascension. reason.
However, the ascended person has understood the knowledge, but has to leave this world.
These truths are grasped by one individual after another, and then carried away by them.
Why is this so
Could it be said that ascension requires a heavenly monument, which on the surface encourages people to pursue the truth, but in fact, it wants to expel those who possess the truth from this world
Will knowledge destroy the world? Isn't it supposed to be like this
Ye Changong was wrapped in a quilt, thinking about this quietly, and was absent-minded for a long time. It was not until Ning Changjiu walked in that Ye Changong came back to his senses and realized that he was trying to get sick.
Ning Changjiu looked at her with pity and said: "Master, I just said something casually a few days ago, don't take it to heart."
Ye Changong shook his head and said: "I just think you are right. Everyone will get sick. How can an illness truly understand the world?"
Ning Jiujiu sat down beside the bed, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "If this is the case, I can only stay sick with Master."
"Getting sick together?" Ye Changong was puzzled.
"Yes." Ning Changjiu said: "Whatever Master will do in the future, I will do it with you. I will accompany you when the cool breeze blows. When Master takes a bath with cold water... Well... In short, Master, please stop doing this. Relieving the poor requires a kind heart, not having to become poor yourself."
Ye Changong sat quietly wrapped in a thin quilt, thinking about Ning Changjiu's words.
Ning Jiujiu gently took away the towel she put on his forehead.
Ye Changong was slightly disappointed and said: "Is this the separation between heaven and man?"
Ning looked at her for a long time, but also shook his head and said, "I suddenly discovered that Master is actually sick?"
"Already sick?" Ye Changong was confused. She wiped her forehead and neck with her hands and shook her head gently: "I'm not sick."
"No, you are sick." Ning Jiujiu said resolutely: "How can an ordinary person be like you, thinking about being sick all day long? What Master has done these days is a sign of illness. Master... you are sick. .”
Ye Changong's hands tightened the hem of her skirt little by little, and she said to herself: "Am I sick?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded.
Ye Changong asked: "Diseases always have names and pathologies. What kind of disease do I have?"
Ning Jiujiu replied: "Heart disease."
"Heart disease?" Ye Changong's cold eyebrows trembled slightly, "How to treat heart disease?"
Ning Changjiu said: "There has been an old saying since ancient times, heart disease requires heart medicine."
Of course Ye Changong has heard of this sentence, but in the past, she always felt that it was just a comforting word.
"Heart Medicine... What is the Heart Medicine?" Ye Changong asked.
Ning looked at her for a long time, suddenly laughed, and said: "The medicine for your heart is of course in your heart."
heart...
Ye Changong lowered his eyebrows, and his soft eyes fell on his heart. The girl was beautiful, and the curves wrapped in moon gauze were convex and beautiful. When people looked at it, they could only think of the flower-filled mountains in spring or the edge of the moon. The vague outline, her existence, is the collection of all the beautiful images in human poetry.
Ye Changong stroked his heart, and his heart beat like hers, neither fast nor slow.
She burst out from her body bit by bit, reaching her fingertips, and her heart seemed to be beating in the palm of her hand.
Soon, Ye Changong understood what Ning Changjiu really meant.
Heart medicine…
Ye Changong slightly opened the skirt of her clothes with her slender fingers, reached inside, and pinched a corner of the marriage document.
The marriage document has always been stored here by her, tightly clinging to the curves of her jade flesh, like paper attached to her heart.
Ye Changong picked up the edge of the marriage document with her thin nails, lifted it up a little, then tore off the marriage document, pulled it out from the lapel, and flattened it. Her movements were too gentle, so the fiery red wedding letter actually had an unexpected softness to it.
Ye Changong took out the marriage certificate and said, "Is this the prescription?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Only Master himself knows."
Ye Changong lowered his head and frowned.
After a long time, she finally said quietly:
"Well, you're right, all of this... is something only I know."
Ye Changong pinched the corner of the marriage letter tightly and said: "I have never been able to distinguish between affection and love, and I don't know what emotion is. Up to this point in my life, I have spent most of my time alone, but... since the beginning of time During the Six Gods' siege, you fought your way out of the sea of blood and carried me back to the Kingdom of the Sun God for healing. I have been by your side. If someone kills you, I kill it. You are in the eternal world, so I will try my best to save you. Come out, even in the previous life, I knew that I would not have a word with you for twenty-four years, so I brought you back to the Taoist Temple to see you grow up."
Ning listened to her words quietly for a long time. He sat down next to her and for the first time caught a fleeting look of confusion on Ye Changong's face.
Ye Changong said: "Like the moon revolving around the mother star, just like the mother star revolving around the sun... human emotions are even more traceless than this."
Ning Jiujiu asked: "So, Master, have you been trying to understand what this emotion is over the years?"
Ye Changong nodded slightly.
Ning Jiujiu said: "So Master has been working very hard to express himself?"
Ye Changong nodded again.
Ning Jiujiu spread his hands and said: "Then give me the prescription, and I will treat the master's illness."
Ye Changong shook her head. She picked up the marriage certificate and said, "This is not a prescription."
"Um?"
"This is the medical fee." She said.
Ning Jiujiu laughed.
Ye Changong slowly handed the marriage certificate to him and said: "Back then, when I came to the mother planet, I understood one thing."
"What's up?"
"I found that no matter where you stand on this star, you can only see the same side of the moon, and you cannot see its full picture." Ye Changong said softly: "The same is true for me, no matter how I To express oneself, what people can see is only ten-and-sixths of the moon. This is the tenth-and-sixths of what the moon shows to the world. It seems thin and incomplete, but it is all I have."
"This is...all I have."
Ye Changong let go of the hand holding the marriage certificate and murmured.
Ning looked at her for a long time and said uncertainly: "Master... you smiled."
Ye Changong was also slightly stunned. She touched the corners of her lips with her fingers and found that the corners of her lips had slightly curved at some point.
She seemed to be smiling.
It was her first real smile.
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(Thank you to the book friend who rewarded the hero with the Sword of Strange Thoughts when He Hangs Upside Down the Mountain! Thank you to the book friend for your support~)