Lian Youyou picked up the teacup and stared at Lin Tingjun coldly. From the first day they met, she followed him to the battlefield, and after that, it was an endless battle.
Every time they came back, they were all dragging their tired bodies. She could take a rest, but he had to deal with the official business of the Divine Realm.
They became the most familiar strangers.
On the battlefield, they are the most tacit comrades.
In the temple, they took care of and protected each other.
They lived like a couple, but they were not husband and wife.
As he said, they...really look a bit like brother and sister...
“Life down here… is so exciting…” He sighed, holding a teacup in his hand, his handsome face becoming even more lazy.
Lian Youyou no longer looked at him coldly, and took out the melon seeds she carried with her from her sleeve again: "Yeah... I can... eat melon seeds when I have free time..."
Lin Tingjun watched her eat some melon seeds for a while, then he also grabbed a handful of melon seeds and started eating them. In the quiet secret place, there was the crisp sound of the two people eating melon seeds.
The sunset glow is hazy and the blue clouds are moving.
Before they knew it, a small mountain of melon seed shells had piled up in front of the two of them.
A ray of morning light quietly falls on the sky above the secret realm. When entering the secret realm, it turns into wisps of golden sand, like an hourglass, slowly pouring into the lotus pond from high above. The clear pond water instantly turns golden. The snow lotuses in the lotus pond bloom one after another, emitting bits of golden light.
"It's almost done." Lin Tingjun clapped his hands and sorted out the melon seed shells.
Lian glanced at it leisurely: "I'm too lazy to use it. I slapped it to death in one go. What's the fun in it? It's like a mosquito. I didn't even feel it and it died. Of course I'll keep it for fun."
Lin Tingjun glanced, picked up a melon seed, and put it in his lips: "I didn't expect you to have such a bad taste."
"Hey..." Lian Youyou grinned and rolled her eyes, "I didn't realize you were such a funny guy."
"Hmph..." Lin Tingjun raised his lips and smiled, then turned to look at Lian Youyou, "Who are you going to take this time?"
Lian Youyou thought for a while: "Let's form a team and see everyone's overall strength. Someone wants to make trouble this time, so let's play with him." Lian Youyou supported her face with one hand and looked at the increasingly bright sunlight. "I don't know what will happen every day when I wake up. It's really exciting." Lian Youyou's mouth grinned again, and this time the smile was weird and sinister, making people feel cold all over, as if the future conspiracy was not set up by others, but by her, Lian Youyou.
Early in the morning, the craftsmen arrived at Yi Jixuan's new house and began the renovation work.
Yi Jixuan opened the door, and the wind blowing in his face carried the fragrance of weeds. This smell was the smell of his new home, and it made Yi Jixuan purse his lips and smile.
The craftsmen entered the mansion with their tools and began to work.
The masons were repairing here, the carpenters were checking the wood piles there, the painters were about to paint the door plaque, and the others were busy weeding, turning the mud, and planting new flowers, plants, and trees.
Room after room was opened, dispersing the long-trapped damp air and filling the room with the sweet fragrance of golden autumn osmanthus.
Pulling off the dust cover and tearing off the worn gauze curtains, the dilapidated old house gradually took off its mysterious veil in the sunlight, becoming brand new step by step.
Standing in the small attic, Yi Jixuan looked out the window. It really was the painter's old house, with the study room at the highest point of the house. He could lean on the railing to see the flowers in the courtyard and look up to see the moon in the water. Looking out from this small attic, walking around, there are different beautiful views.
What amazed Yi Jixuan was that the whole house was themed on spring, summer, autumn and winter. Sitting in this pavilion, the four seasons were like a painting.
Standing in the attic, you can see spring peach trees in the east, summer lotus in the south, red maple trees in the west, and plum trees in the north. Now is the time when the red maple trees are pleasing to the eye.
Yi Jixuan stood on the west side of the attic and looked at the Autumn Maple Pavilion in the west courtyard. The layout was as exquisite and beautiful as a painting.
"Wow." Yi Jixuan was already speechless with admiration and clapped his hands softly, "Wonderful." Only a painter could design such a picturesque house. A businessman like him might not have such an idea.
But the painter left him such an exquisite house, and he suddenly felt grateful to those "ghosts". If it weren't for them, he wouldn't have this picturesque house today.
Suddenly, a white shadow floated across the red maple leaves. The autumn maple leaves were as red as sunset clouds, and the white shadow floating among them was particularly obvious.
"Ah! Ghost! Ghost—" The craftsman who was painting in the attic also saw the ghostly white shadow and almost fell from the roof.
"real!"
The white shadow became more and more active amidst everyone's screams, fluttering rapidly among the red maples, jumping up and down, and its fast-moving figure did not look like a human at all.
"There's a ghost--" everyone screamed.
"It has been said for a long time that this house is haunted!"
"My wife told me not to come!"
Suddenly, the white shadow suddenly exploded in the red maple forest. Immediately afterwards, white mist suddenly appeared and spread in the red maple forest like a ghost fog.
"It's ghost fog! Ghost fog!"
"Sir! We can't do this job!"
"Sir! Sir! You, you should ask a wizard to exorcise the ghost, and then we will come back!" As he said that, the foreman led the craftsmen and fled down the attic in a hurry, calling on others to leave together.
Yi Jixuan looked towards the maple forest covered by smoke. It was haunted in broad daylight. The ghost was too fierce. He looked at the craftsmen who were fleeing in a hurry below and frowned. If no one dared to repair the house for him, how could he live there
He tapped his fingers with the gem ring on the railing, made up his mind, and turned to go downstairs. The smoke in the maple forest behind him gradually dissipated in the wind.
The sun has awakened the entire capital, with people coming and going, bustling about. Only the alley of Jiumen seems to be a unique place of tranquility in the midst of the hustle and bustle.
The door was wide open and Fat Buddha started sweeping the floor with a broom.
"Amitabha~~ Sweep away the dust of the world, remove the dirt in the heart~~~" The fat Buddha muttered to himself, just like chanting a sutra, but more casually and freely than chanting a sutra, as if he was humming a little song, "Keep a broom in your heart, and thousands of dusts cannot enter~~~En~~~Om Mani Padme Hum~~~~"
The broom swept away the fallen leaves and dust in front of the door, and a gorgeous hem of clothing also entered the Fat Buddha's field of vision.
Fat Buddha was startled, raised his head, and saw a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes and with an imposing manner. Ever since Lian Youyou came to the Nine Gates, the "worldview" of the people in the Nine Gates has changed.
In the past, when Fat Buddha saw a young man like this, he would not think anything, but now, Fat Buddha’s first thought is: Wow, a rich man.
The Fat Buddha smiled and said, "Excuse me, sir, are you lost?"
The rich young man in front of the Fat Buddha is none other than: Yi Jixuan!
Yi Jixuan bowed to the Fat Buddha and asked, "Excuse me, is this the Nine Gates?"
Wow! Open for business! Not bad! Fat Buddha smiled, his eyes squeezed into two thin lines by his fat face. He stood up with a broom in his hand, one hand erected in front of him: "Amitabha, this is indeed the Nine Gates, may I ask what can I do for you, young master?"
Yi Jixuan raised his lips and smiled, his eyes were bright and his teeth were white, his eyes were glittering with shrewdness. (To be continued)