After Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao left the Tiangong, they wandered aimlessly and chose a random direction. The two stopped and walked, and they came across a small town with beautiful scenery on the way, and temporarily stayed here.
This small town is not big, but the water is misty, the misty rain is picturesque, and it has a sense of escape from the world. Seeing that Luo Han liked it, Ling Qingxiao went to find a place to stay.
Luo Han secretly struggled to find the hotel for a while, whether they lived in one room or two, and if the other party's hotel only had one room left, who would sleep in the bed and so on. Later, Luo Han discovered that rich people don't need to choose.
Ling Qingxiao directly bought a new courtyard. Said to be a garden, in fact, it is almost a garden. The door is deep, the courtyard is wide, and the rooms can be slept with one another. There is no need to consider one room or two rooms. There is also a vast lake in the yard, which is connected to the river outside and has an excellent view.
The courtyard buildings are built around the water and are connected by a corridor. Walking on the corridor, you can hear the gurgling sound of water below.
Luo Han fell asleep with the sound of water all night, but he also slept very deeply. When she woke up early in the morning, she found that it was still cloudy outside.
Luo Han changed into light clothes and went for a walk in the garden. As soon as she came out, she saw Ling Qingxiao sitting on the water pavilion, it seemed like it had been a long time.
He frowned slightly, his eyes were extremely serious, and he was looking at what he was writing on the paper. Luo Han's footsteps slowly stopped, she deliberately let go lightly, but Ling Qingxiao still heard it.
Ling Qingxiao raised her head and saw that it was her, so she naturally vacated half of the table case: "You're awake."
Luo Han sat across from Ling Qingxiao. She looked at the maps, rosters, and atlases neatly stacked on the desk, and sighed, "It's only early in the morning, and you've read so much. Did you sleep yesterday?"
"It's not too much, it's just some scattered materials." Ling Qingxiao said, "Sleep at night is a waste of time, in fact, cultivation is enough to replace sleep."
Luo Han was speechless. Sure enough, the academic bully in his student days will become a workaholic when he grows up.
Everyone went out to play in the mountains and waters together, but she was the only one who really played. Ling Qingxiao did not miss her practice, reading, or official duties.
After being beaten for too long, Luo Han can now easily accept the fact that he is a salted fish. As soon as she sat down, she wanted to be paralyzed, and finally reclined on the desk, yawned and said, "Fortunately, I have nothing urgent recently, so I can take a good rest for a while."
"Why not." Ling Qingxiao reminded her kindly, "You haven't read your prayers yesterday, and if you don't deal with today's prayers, you'll be procrastinating. When you were cultivating a few days ago, you said that there was a spell that was unclear and that you needed to consult an ancient book. It's all right today, let's check it out together, don't delay any longer. In addition, you also said that you want to practice calligraphy, painting, and exercise... "
Luo Han's expression gradually became dull, and she quickly stopped: "Okay, okay, I know, don't say it anymore."
A few days ago, she casually said that she wanted to cultivate her sentiments and exercise her body. After she finished speaking, she forgot about it. Who knew that Ling Qingxiao had memorized it all and made arrangements for her clearly.
Luo Han blamed herself, why couldn't she keep her mouth shut!
Ling Qingxiao picked up the next letter and dealt with other affairs. Seeing that Luo Han didn't move, he reminded: "Why didn't you start? Did you encounter any problems?"
Luo Han shook his head, biting his head and starting to make progress today.
Luo Han watched patiently for about half an hour, and his attention gradually dissipated. She changed her posture and leaned on the desk, unable to help her distraction.
Today is cloudy and snow is falling slowly. This small town does not freeze all year round, and the broken snow falls on the lake and soon disappears. Only the lakeshore, eaves and treetops hang white. The pale white silhouetted against the vast fog, as if someone had made a swipe with ink, stretching and leisurely.
The fence of the water pavilion has been covered with snow, reflecting the cold light in the water pavilion. Ling Qingxiao sat in this cold whiteness, with black hair and white clothes, and bright eyes, making it more and more unreal.
He is still very focused, writing letters, reading books, looking up watches in good order, and the number of letters at hand is decreasing at a steady rate. Perhaps he encountered a thorny problem, Ling Qingxiao paused, held the pen and pondered, and after a while, he continued to write.
His handwriting is clear and handsome, and his handwriting is like the character of the master. One of his letters can be taken out, and it can be used as a copybook for children to practice calligraphy.
Luo Han watched Ling Qingxiao write and sighed sincerely, how did he manage to work continuously for two or three hours without getting tired? His official business, reading, and cultivation are seamlessly connected, and the time for doing everything is accurate to the minute and second, and there is hardly a moment of free time in a day.
... It's not that there is no free time at all, for example, Luo Han will run to disturb him from time to time.
Luo Han felt a little guilty, she was the stumbling block that wasted Ling Qingxiao's precious working time. For example, now, Luo Han can't sit still by himself, and secretly disturbs Ling Qingxiao: "Ling Qingxiao, are you tired?"
Ling Qingxiao looked up at her and said, "If you're tired, take a break. Are you going for a walk by the lake?"
Ling Qingxiao was about to write, Luo Han was embarrassed to interrupt him, shook his head and said, "No, it's still snowing outside, it's fine for us to sit here. What are you writing?"
"The geography of Moshan." Ling Qingxiao said, "The internal affairs of Moshan are in a mess, and a new set of unified standards needs to be established. I'm checking their files from previous years."
Luo Han nodded slowly, she knew that Moshan was, in short, a rich and messy place. The Emperor of Heaven gave this place to Ling Qingxiao, which shows that he has high hopes for him.
If the Heavenly Emperor sent Ling Qingxiao to Daming City, Huaiyin Island, Demon Realm and other places to test Ling Qingxiao's fighting ability and adaptability, then let Ling Qingxiao in charge of Heshan will begin to test Ling Qingxiao's ability in government affairs.
The former is to select courtiers, and the latter is to select heirs.
Luo Han knew that, despite Ling Qingxiao's appearance of being rich and free, he was wandering aimlessly with her, but he was actually very busy during this time.
There was no successor in Linshan, and the old father ceded a lot of land and property to Zhongshan for his own benefit. The old father finally realized that his daughter had been raised as a crippled person. With Su Yinyue's current reputation, let alone marriage, it would be difficult to recruit a son-in-law in the fairyland. The long-term father didn't want to work hard all his life, but in the end he made wedding clothes for others.
Ling Qingxiao carries the blood of the Canglong and Yinglong clans on his shoulders, and he can be regarded as the descendant of the Yinglong clan. Seeing that there is no hope for her daughter, Ling Qingxiao is the most recent choice for her hostess. If you hand it over to Ling Qingxiao, the Sufu will still be able to enjoy the blessings of the "Tai Shang Huang" in Linshan. If you hand it over to other side branches...
I'm afraid the night scene of the host father and mother will not be good.
Ling Qingxiao was equivalent to inheriting the two mountains from Zhonglin at the same time. He was already busy for a while by integrating resources and convincing people, but now there is a hot potato like Moshan. Now I don't know how many people are staring at Moshan, Ling Qingxiao must make some achievements.
After Luo Han sighed, he still made a salted fish with peace of mind. She watched Ling Qingxiao write, and suddenly thought: "Didn't you let me practice calligraphy, I don't like other people's calligraphy, how about my calligraphy?"
Ling Qingxiao raised her eyes in surprise, and smiled lightly: "Okay, it's my honor."
He laid out a new piece of paper and asked, "What do you want to write?"
Luo Han thought to himself, isn't this a couple's love, what is really important to write? She said casually, "It's all right."
"Okay." Ling Qingxiao moistened the pen and moved it like a fly on the paper, "Then let's write the Jiuhuajing. You still have a paragraph to memorize, so just review it."
Luo Han: "..."
Is he for real? Does he realize that this is a couple's love
Luo Han watched Ling Qingxiao eloquently write a long page, and finally handed it to her solemnly, saying, "The space is limited, so I only wrote part of it. Write these first today, and I will give you the next few chapters tomorrow."
Luo Han couldn't answer for a long time. She looked down at a whole page of beautiful words, and wanted to scold herself again.
Why can't she keep her mouth shut? All right, why bring this up? Find something for yourself.
Luo Han had a lot of homework inexplicably, and it would last for several days. She picked up the pen with a heavy heart, used new paper to line Ling Qingxiao's handwriting, and traced one stroke at a time.
His handwriting looks smooth and beautiful as a whole, and it is still very beautiful after taking it apart and looking closely.
Luo Han wrote for a while, and his patience gradually disappeared. She didn't want to copy the boring Taoist scriptures, she simply held the pen and drew on the paper.
It happened to snow today, and the scenery is very beautiful. Luo Han originally wanted to sketch a freehand and freehand picture of the snow scene in the heart of the lake, but as a result, the ink became heavy after a stroke. Luo Han quickly became dizzy to remedy it, but the result became bigger and darker.
Luo Han looked at the black dots on the paper with despair. She sighed, lifted the paperweight, and wanted to throw away the failure. When Ling Qingxiao heard her voice, she raised her head and asked, "What's wrong?"
Luo Han was very aggrieved and said, "I wanted to paint a pavilion, but the painting was ruined."
Ling Qingxiao put down her pen, got up and walked to her side, and after looking at it, she said, "It's not ruined, the painting is very good."
"..." Luo Han said, "Be yourself, don't say anything against your heart."
Ling Qingxiao chuckled and sat down with Luo Han. There were two people sitting in one seat, and the space instantly became narrow. Luo Han could only move to the side, but even so, the distance between the two was still extremely close.
Ling Qingxiao took a new pen from the pen grid, and after adjusting the ink in the inkstone, he put the pen on the black mark. His nib is dexterous, and with just a few strokes, the black ink ball has been transformed into the appearance of a swallowing beast.
Luo Han was surprised, and after a long time, he sighed: "... It's still possible."
Why didn't she think of it.
Spiritual beasts need to make the best use of them. After Ling Qingxiao placed the Yuan-Swallowing Beast in the painting, he sketched a few more strokes. The Yuan-Swallowing Beast appeared on the paper, and the whole snow scene became vivid. After Ling Qingxiao finished painting, he put down his pen and said, "Okay, you can continue now. The frame is well drawn, it would be a pity to throw it away."
Luo Han held the pen in his hand and felt that Ling Qingxiao was completely talking nonsense. The frame of the snow scene was not drawn by Luo Han, but by Ling Qingxiao.
It turned out that it was not a pity to throw it away, but now Luo Han is really reluctant to throw it away. She watched it for a long time, but didn't dare to write for a long time: "The swallowing beast is very good, if I ruin the painting, wouldn't it be a sin?"
"It doesn't matter." Ling Qingxiao stretched out her arms, went around Luo Han's shoulders, held her hand and slowly moved the brush, "You can paint with peace of mind. It's just a painting, it's not important that you are happy."
This place was originally a seat for one person, and the space behind two people was cramped. Luo Han's skirt and Ling Qingxiao's clothes overlapped each other, wavy and layered, and looked like snow from a distance. Ling Qingxiao held Luo Han's hand and sketched the sky, snow grains, lakeshore, and waterside on the paper. A quiet snow scene slowly appeared under the two of them.
Ling Qingxiao's fingers covered the back of Luo Han's hand, cool and silky, and felt like jade. His arms were wrapped around Luo Han's back, as if he was holding Luo Han in his arms, Luo Han could smell the cold breath on his body. This fragrance blended with the snowy air, refreshing the heart, as if the heart was suddenly quiet.
Luo Han couldn't help but think, it seems that no matter what time, Ling Qingxiao is always cold. His hands were cold, his voice was cold, and even the scent on his body was cold. Luo Han had never encountered a time when his body was warm.
It is very comfortable to be by his side in summer.
After Ling Qingxiao finished painting the pavilion, the ink just ran out, so he put down his pen. Luo Han looked at it and said, "There are still us in the pavilion. You have painted Yuan-Swallowing Beast, why didn't you paint me?"
Ling Qingxiao couldn't help laughing, he smiled and glanced at Luo Han, and said, "Okay."
He re-ground, lightly sketched on the paper, and soon two human figures appeared in the pavilion. Although she can't see her face clearly, her lines are elegant and her body is beautiful. You can tell she is a beauty from a distance, but it is more artistic than meticulous brushwork.
Luo Han was very satisfied, she raised it and blew the ink, and immediately said, "This painting belongs to me, you are not allowed to rob it from me."
Ling Qingxiao of course let her: "Okay."
Luo Han looked at the ink painting carefully. Hearing the words, he turned back and glanced at Ling Qingxiao: "It seems that no matter what I say, you can say it. Are you sincere or perfunctory?"
"Of course it's true." Ling Qingxiao said, "I will never deceive you. As long as you propose it, no matter what it is."
"Anything is fine?" Luo Han thought about it and asked deliberately, "Then what if I want to build the largest deer tower in the world, enough to pick up the stars and hold the moon, and then have a banquet every day in the house, dreaming of life and death?"
Ling Qingxiao didn't even think about it, she said, "Yes."
"What if I want to activate Zhongshan's alarm and light the beacon just to watch the fun?"
"Can."
"What if I don't want to get married, and want to be unruly and free for a lifetime?"
Ling Qingxiao paused for a moment this time, then nodded and said, "Alright."
Actually this can be done, Luo Han is a little surprised. Ling Qingxiao likes stable people so much, how can she endure even if she doesn't want to get married? Ling Qingxiao had no bottom line for her, Luo Han became more and more daring and said, "Then I want to leave Tian Qiji and go to another time and space..."
"No." Ling Qingxiao didn't wait for Luo Han to finish, and then vetoed, "You can do whatever you want, but you can't leave."
Luo Han looked at him and couldn't help laughing. Now that the ink is dry, Luo Han put away the drawing paper, put his hand around Ling Qingxiao's neck, and said, "I lied to you. I don't want to repair the deer tower or light the beacon, you don't have to worry."
Luo Han took the initiative to ring up, and Ling Qingxiao also naturally stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Luo Han's waist. Luo Han remembered that when she hugged Ling Qingxiao for the first time in the Demon Realm, he was completely stiff and didn't know what to do. Now Ling Qingxiao is obviously used to the same posture.
It can be seen that his learning ability is really strong.
Luo Han said this, Ling Qingxiao felt a little better. He can accept the other three items, but the last one has touched Ling Qingxiao's bottom line.
Although Luo Han was by his side now, Ling Qingxiao always felt that his arms were empty, as if he would disappear as soon as he tightened it. Frightened by his own thoughts, he reflexively tightened his arms.
Luo Han felt the strength behind his waist increase, and said strangely: "What's wrong?"
Ling Qingxiao suddenly leaned over and hugged her hard. Luo Han didn't realize what happened, and was hugged tightly.
Although Ling Qingxiao is thin, he is not weak. His shoulders and limbs have obvious bones. When he hugs Luo Han, Luo Han can clearly feel Ling Qingxiao's strong arms and slender muscles.
She seems to be completely locked in Ling Qingxiao's space. What she sees with her eyes and what she feels with her body is all another person. The forearm around her waist is tight and slender, and looks very thin, but Luo Han has seen this hand holding a sword to slay demons, sweeping away thousands of troops.
He is beautiful, powerful, indifferent, and in a way, sensitive, vulnerable, and precarious.
His childhood experiences made him reject being close to people, but his heart has been longing for love and warmth. He is afraid of losing, so he deliberately alienates himself from everyone, but once someone actually enters his field, he will be very afraid of losing each other.
Luo Han knew that he probably said something wrong. She disappeared once, and she knew that she was looking for a way back every moment, but for Ling Qingxiao, it was five hundred years of life and death, and five hundred years of no news. He was afraid that Luo Han would disappear at any time, but Luo Han just said casually, but to Ling Qingxiao it was like a shock.
Luo Han sighed deeply, she didn't struggle, she was held by Ling Qingxiao quietly. In this position, Luo Han couldn't exert any strength on his waist, so he could only focus on Ling Qingxiao. She leaned for a while, then relaxed slowly, resting her head on Ling Qingxiao's neck, and said softly, "I just didn't intend to mention it, I won't leave."
Ling Qingxiao touched the real person with both hands, and felt Luo Han's breath on her neck, as if she had a sense of reality. After a while, he said, "Okay. No matter what you say, I'll believe you. You said it, and you won't leave."
This sentence always sounded inexplicably ominous. Luo Han was frightened by her own thoughts, and she said: "Okay, let's not talk about such inauspicious topics. The most important thing about traveling is to be happy. What did not happen at all, we are here to worry about coming and going, aren't we asking ourselves to be unhappy."
Ling Qingxiao didn't speak, Luo Han took it as if he agreed. Luo Han wanted to sit down, but Ling Qingxiao's hand didn't let go. Luo Han struggled for a while, and had to remind, "You still have a lot of letters to write, it's time for you to work."
Ling Qingxiao was silent and let her go after a while. It was rare for Ling Qingxiao to reflect on his own behavior. When he persuaded people to study before, was it so unpleasant
Although Ling Qingxiao let Luo Han sit down, he refused to move back to his seat and still occupied Luo Han's seat. Anyway, immortals don't need to do things by themselves. Ling Qingxiao floats the official documents to himself. After the approval is completed, he puts them in the completed pile, which does not affect the speed of reviewing at all.
Luo Han clicked on the panel for a while, his eyes were tired, he closed his eyes and leaned on Ling Qingxiao's shoulder: "I'm so tired, I don't want to work hard. Why do people work? It would be great if someone could do things for me."
"Have a baby, and you can leave everything to him."
Luo Han was silent, unable to believe what Ling Qingxiao said for a while. After a while, she said faintly, "In this case, shouldn't you say that everything is yours?"
"This is not realistic." Ling Qingxiao said, "There are many things that only you can do, and I can't share it for you. For example, there is no one who can share your tasks today, unless there is a second god in the world, he and you are capable Together, we can share your responsibilities.”
It sounds like it makes sense, but I always feel that something is not quite right. Luo Han changed the subject and said, "If only I had a higher cultivation base, it would be faster to handle things this way."
"Cultivation is gradual, and it is impossible to advance by leaps and bounds." Ling Qingxiao said with a calm tone and a solemn face, "Unless you have double cultivation."
"..." Luo Han opened his eyes unbearably and glared at him angrily, "Enough is enough, it's too obvious that you are carrying illicit goods."
"I'm just stating the facts."
Ling Qingxiao's expression was innocent, and her language was confident. Luo Han stared for a while, speechless.
Luo Han thought for a while, how pure and upright Ling Qingxiao used to be, looking at it now, she can even say such things.
Men become bad when they have money, honestly don't deceive me.
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Isolated from the world in the courtyard, Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao spent a winter here, and they continued their journey after the weather warmed up.
They went around and unknowingly entered the field of the bird race. Although the Celestial Realm does not interfere with the internal affairs of various clans, when various clans are located, they will still exclude aliens and group together. In particular, the gregarious, family-loving, and sensitive races such as the bird race will be deliberately separated from the continental race. Over time, the bird race will form a special settlement.
There is a sea of clouds in the southwest of the heaven. The climate is warm and the vegetation is lush, which is very suitable for the survival of birds. Suzaku, Phoenix, Crane, Chongming Bird, etc., all settled in this area.
After entering the bird family area, it is obvious that the surrounding fog has become larger and the temperature has become humid. Luo Han asked: "Is Yunzhou in this area?"
"This is Wuzhou, the territory of the Phoenix Clan, and the Suzaku Clan is not here. But it's not far away, and Yunzhou is in the southwest of Wuzhou. If you want to go to Yunzhou, we can change the route nearby."
Luo Han thought for a while, then shook his head: "Forget it, I just saw Ye Zinan not long ago, so there's no need to go looking for it. Just follow the fate, it's best to meet him, forget it if you don't."
Ling Qingxiao didn't want to add a third person to the team at all, so he didn't say much. If possible, Ling Qingxiao wanted to throw the Yuan-Swallowing Beast out.
It's so annoying.
One side of the water and soil raises the other side, the customs of Wuzhou are completely different from those of Zhongshan. Compared with the cold competitive atmosphere of Zhongshan, Wuzhou is obviously more humane.
After hearing for a long time that Wuzhou Liquan wine is delicious, Luo Han came here because of his name, and took Ling Qingxiao to the restaurant for dinner. Luo Han ordered Wuzhou specialties and two cups of Liquan wine, and happily handed it to Ling Qingxiao: "It is said that this wine is the secret recipe of the Phoenix Clan, and it can't be made anywhere else. Try it!"
Ling Qingxiao didn't like drinking, so he picked it up and smelled it, but didn't continue drinking. Luo Han took a few sips, noticed that Ling Qingxiao's wine glass had not moved, and asked, "What's the matter, don't you like it?"
If she remembered correctly, she remembered that the dragons are naturally good at drinking
"I don't drink." Ling Qingxiao said lightly, "Drinking can neither improve your cultivation, nor satisfy your hunger. It is useless on the whole, and it also reduces your ability to respond. Why do things that are unprofitable and harmful?"
His voice was calm and indifferent, showing that he did not intend to be unique, he really thought so. Luo Han took another sip of the glass of wine and said slowly, "You care so much about efficiency, then our chatting is useless, it's a waste of time and energy, isn't it more useless?"
Ling Qingxiao immediately said, "This is different."
"What's the difference?" Luo Han asked, and before Ling Qingxiao could answer, there was a sudden violent vibration from the outside world. Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao stopped talking and looked out together.
The range of this shock was huge, and the aftermath continued. Everyone was frightened by this change. There were panicked people everywhere on the street. After a while, the news slowly spread among the crowd.
An earthquake occurred outside Yunzhong City. After the shock subsided, a mirage appeared in the center of the epicenter.
Looking at the scene inside, it seems to be an ancient ruins.