Seeing Chu Wanning turning his head, Hua Binan seemed to have a smile in his eyes. He stretched out a white and delicate hand from under the sleeve of the wide cyan silk robe, and spread it forward softly, indicating to Chu Wanning. Brocade box in front of hand.
Chu nightning nodded and said to the dumb servant: "Thank you."
When the dumb servant saw that he had put away the box, he bowed lowly and returned to his master.
Xue Zhengyi was surprised: "Yuheng, do you know the hand of the cold scale?"
"I don't know." Chu nightning looked at the box in front of him. "If you know me, you don't need to spend 2.5 million gold in Xuanyuanhui to buy his tapir dew."
"Then what did he give you this for?"
"I don't know." Chu nightning said, "Open it and see."
When the brocade box was opened, it was actually neatly packed inside. There were also five bottles of tapir scented dew with a warm color and a letter.
Chu nightning opened it and read it. The content of the letter was also simple. He said that he knew that Chu Zongshi spent a high price on the dew in Xuanyuan Pavilion. He felt that the tapir fragrance was not worth the price. I met the master, and now Lingshan has a good relationship for a while, and I hope you will accept it.
Xue Zhengyi immediately said: "I think he wants to befriend you."
"… "
If you don't accept this kind of gift, you will brush the face of the other party. Chu night Ning Yaoyao thanked Hua Binan, but handed over the brocade box to Xue Zhengyi.
Xue Zhengyi said happily: "Give it to me?"
"... To the greedy wolf elder." Chu nightning said, "I always think this Hua Binan is a bit strange. Xuanyuan Pavilion shoots so many high-priced medicines for him every year. "
Xue Zhengyi murmured: "I don't think it's strange. After all, there are high prices, and the high ones are as outrageous as you. It's the first time I heard of it."
Chu nightning has a thin face and said: "But there is a need, what is outrageous. In short, you give these five bottles to the greedy wolf, I think there is something poisonous here, there should be no, but let the greedy wolf learn The preparation method of some tapir fragrance dew is not a waste."
"You don't need it anymore?"
"I… "
It is strange to say that those absurd and incomparably real dreams have become less and less recently. Except for the few days when I just came out of the Confucianism Gate, I occasionally dreamed of some fragmented scenes, and the rest of the nights were good dreams.
Drinking tapir dew again is also a waste of life. Chu nightning felt that there was no need to keep such a good potion.
Lingshan stayed for two or three days, and when he returned to the top of life and death, the ink burned was gone.
Xue Meng said: "The demon is gone."
There was a thin mark on Chu Ning's eyebrows: "There is another monster? The nineteenth this month."
"They all came out of the Golden Drum Tower of the Confucianism Gate." Xue Meng sighed, "I caught a lot, and they were all locked in our Tongtian Tower, but the Tongtian Tower is no smaller than the Golden Drum Tower. It's not as powerful as the Confucianism, and if it goes on like this, I'm afraid the tower can't stand it."
Xue Zhengyi said: "Next time, Li Wuxin will come back and ask him to bring a little to Bitan Villa, and live in his Holy Spirit Tower."
Xue Meng smiled: "This is also a good idea."
Xue Zhengyi said: "Guyueye can also be divided. I heard that their star picking tower is a circle larger than the golden drum tower of Confucianism..."
This time Xue Meng was reluctant, raised his dark eyebrows, and said angrily: "Don't!"
"What's wrong?"
"I don't like that ginger dog, he hates it very much. I don't even want to give him the monsters that my sect has caught!"
Chu nightning shook his head and didn't want to listen to their father and son, so he left first.
He went back to Shuixie and slept, and it was a good night's sleep again, no longer disturbed by old dreams. When he woke up, the setting sun was like blood, the night was filled with most of the sky, and only a trace of sunset blood was left on the horizon.
At this time, Meng Potang had run out of food, but he was a little hungry, so he packed his clothes, pushed the door open, and went out, preparing to go around Wuchang Town and eat some snacks.
As a result, I happened to see Mo Ran returning from the demon and walking on the long bluestone steps leading to the red lotus water pavilion.
When I saw him, the ink burned and smiled: "Master, I heard that your uncle said that you were sleeping, and I was trying to wake you up."
"Is something wrong?"
"It's alright," he said. "I just wanted to come find you and walk with us."
It is really a coincidence that Chu nightning felt a little joy because of the coincidence between them.
"Where?"
But they were asked together.
Chu nightning was stunned, and the ink burned.
Immediately said: "Listen to you."
They said it together again.
Chu nightning's ten fingers were pinched tightly in his sleeves, there was sweat in his fingers, his eyes were black and hot, but he looked at the ink so calmly and steadily.
The ink burned and couldn't help grinning.
"Anywhere is fine."
Chu nightning is actually very happy, but he is still used to being light, even if his happiness is not light, it is very strong, like the light-colored Xifu Begonia flowers on the branches.
He said, "Let's go then, go see the town and have something to eat."
He didn't even ask Mo Ran how to get rid of the demon, whether it went well or not. They are now destined and intentional, and they have a tacit understanding. When he stood outside the bamboo gate, watching Mo Ran in black clothes hunting, the edge of the dark golden curly grass pattern was in the night. With a glimmer of light, he knew that everything was fine, and he didn't need to say more.
Together they came to the town of impermanence.
Impermanence Town has been getting better and better over the years. From the original Sanheng Street and Sanshu Street, it has expanded to the current Liuheng Street and Wushu Street, which is almost a full circle.
"When I first came to the top of life and death, the firewood doors of every household were closed before nightfall, the incense burner ash was sprinkled outside the courtyard, the gossip mirror was hung on the door, and the soul-suppressing bell was tied under the eaves." Chu nightning looked at the people coming and going. , the scene at the beginning of Hua Deng, said, "Now, except for the name of this town, the rest are almost unrecognizable."
The ink burned and smiled: "There is a life and death, and it will only be better in the future."
The two walked along the re-paved bluestone main street in the town. Along the way, there were people blowing sugar, playing shadow puppets, spending stalls selling snacks and barbecues, and eating gudong pots. Rows of lanterns, according to the lively night market, the world's fireworks.
Mo Ran saw the stall of the gudong pot, and remembered that he, Xue Meng, and Xia Si Ni had eaten here together, and smiled and pulled Chu Wanning: "Master, eat this, this one has your best My favorite soy milk.”
They sat down on the creaky bamboo chairs. It was cold, but the chef who cooked the side dishes was very hot. He was shirtless, wiped his sweat, and moved over to ask, "What do you want, two immortals? ?"
Chu night Ning said: "Yuanyang pot."
The ink burned and said: "Mushroom clear soup pot."
"...Aren't you going to eat spicy food?"
The ink burned down and smiled, and the voice was gentle and slow: "I want to quit."
Chu nightning was stunned for a moment, and vaguely understood why Mo Ran suddenly didn't want to eat spicy anymore. It seemed that there were fish swimming in the lake, and there was a bubble in the heart pool, and the water waves swayed.
"You don't have to quit..."
The ink burned: "No, I just like it."
"… "
"I like to quit, I want to quit." He looked at Chu nightning, the thick eyelashes curtain moved, fell on the other side's reddish ears, and smiled.
The second half of the sentence was never spoken again-
I want to be like you, when eating hot pot, two pairs of chopsticks can stick into a lively pot, no longer one red and one white, and the difference is clear.
The ink burned and ordered some stir-fried vegetables, but unfortunately the small stall did not make exquisite desserts. He asked for three cans of soy milk in a fat porcelain pot, and then sat and waited for the dishes to come up.
Surrounded by people eating, men and women, young and old, with black hair and white frost, the steam of the soup pot is rolling up, the fire of the pot is soaring, shouting and punching, laughing and selfish desires, all in this boiling firework heat, vegetables and wine. The warmth gathers into the tenderness of a lake and a sea.
The world is so ordinary, the world is so lively.
Before the ink burned fifteen years old, the hunger was unbearable, and these good wines and dishes could not be eaten.
After becoming the Emperor Stepping Immortal, even above ten thousand people, they still could not get such real peace.
There are now.
Suddenly, the tongue of fire rose, and it turned out that the man in charge was holding the pot and laying the vegetables. The fire rolled up from the big pot, reflecting the delicate copper-colored oil on the shirtless man's body. The muscles trembled, and a plate of stir fry was out of the pot in an instant.
Just when it's hot, it comes to the table immediately.
"The oil is bursting with brittleness!" The younger brother who started the attack shouted.
In the previous life, Ta Xianjun couldn't please him with all kinds of delicacies, but he didn't know why, but he was made to laugh out loud by this "oil bursting and double crisp". His eyelashes moved slightly, and the brilliance from all corners of the world gathered on the two curtains of ink at this moment, dyeing the darkness very bright.
Chu nightning asked: "What are you laughing at?"
"I don't know, I'm just happy."
Chu nightning stopped talking, but the smile of the handsome man on the opposite side was so charming and inexplicable, it made his heart brighter.
After eating, I looked up at the sky and felt like it was going to rain, but the people below didn't seem to care, and were still spending this splendid night in an orderly manner.
They walked past a lantern shop, and the ink burned suddenly stopped and stood there to watch.
Chu nightning followed his gaze and looked over. It turned out that the old craftsman was carefully pasting a pagoda lantern, and there was another very similar one, which was already done, and there was a support underneath, which was a river lantern.
"Old man, please, please bring me this pagoda lamp."
I didn't ask the price, and I didn't ask whether the ink burned like it or not.
Chu nightning walked over and handed the golden leaf to the old age, the old man who was squatting and doing the lamp seriously, and then casually handed the river lamp to the apprentice standing behind him.
"Take it."
The ink burned with surprise and joy, and even a little dazed: "For me?"
Chu nightning didn't speak, he took the half-jug of wine that was not finished during the meal, looked left and right, his eyes fell on the gurgling river in the distance, and he walked there.
The lights flickered on and off, and then lit up again and again, and the lights were bright, winning the solemnity of the Buddha.
The ink burned holding the river lantern and muttered: "I wanted to put it once since I was a child, and I have no money every year."
"Yeah." Chu nightning glanced at him lightly, "You are the poorest."
The ink burned.
The river is flowing quietly and gently. Chu nightning is reluctant to go down the stone steps. He is lazy, so he leans his arms under the covered bridge so leisurely. The jug with bright red tassels raised his head and took a sip, then turned his face slightly, the dim light of the red lantern at the corner of the eaves shone on his delicate face like porcelain jade, his expression was indifferent, but his eyes had a temperature that could not be hidden, just Looking at the happy man on the river bank, holding a river lantern, with slightly clumsy hands and feet.
Stupid, what's the fun in this.
But without blinking, I watched the ink burn and walked to the river, chatted a lot with the pagoda lamp, and finally leaned over and put it gently on the river, a golden red brilliance reflected in the sparkling river. In the middle, the ink burned the water twice and sent the Buddha to travel.
That day, the ink burned for a long time by the dark river.
It wasn't a festival, and no one else put lights on the river except him.
Only that small pagoda lantern, exuding a faint and stubborn brilliance, traveled far and wide in the endless cold water of the long night, and then turned into a little trembling and desolate spark, and finally was swallowed by the darkness and disappeared.
The ink burned and stood there silently, no one knew what he was thinking.
He saw the end.
Until the surface of the Yangyang River, there is no more light.
It's raining, thunderstorms.
The raindrops hit the duckweed, knock on the powder wall and black tiles.
The crowd laughed and exclaimed. It is rare to see such a sudden downpour in winter. The stall vendors scrambled to cover the pots, pans, tools and utensils used to make a living with brown tarpaulins, and hurried around with small carts. Run away and hide from this torrential rain.
Chu nightning was also a little dumb for a while. Although Jingzhe was not far away, it was not winter yet, and the rain was too anxious.
He stood under the covered bridge, the rain was blowing and the wind was blowing, and only a little corner of his clothes was wet, but the ink burned hurriedly ran up from the river beach below, his clothes were wet, his face was wet, his eyes were also wet, very black.
Looking at him, he smiled softly and embarrassedly.
"Open a spell and dry it yourself."
"Um."
Such heavy rain does not prevent the immortals from traveling, especially the masters such as Mo Ran and Chu Wanning, a small enchantment can return to the top of life and death cleanly.
But none of them opened the barrier, but stood side by side under the colonnade, waiting for the rain to stop.
After waiting for a long time, the rain has no sign of fading away. The sky and the earth are foggy and turbulent, and the night market, which was still lively just now, dissipated in an instant, like watercolors and wet ink paintings diluted by the cold rain.
The ink burned and said: "The rain doesn't seem to stop."
Chu nightning said lightly: "It's raining, it seems to be sick."
The ink burned and laughed out loud. After laughing for a while, he turned his head and said to Chu nightning: "What should I do, I can't go back."
"… "
Chu nightning knew that he should answer him, "Don't you practice Taoism?" "Can't you open an enchantment?" "Why can't you go back."
But he was silent for a while, and for some reason he didn't say a word, but he didn't respond either. He just raised his head like this and looked at the vast night rain.
His palms were slightly warm, and there was some fine sweat between his curled fingers.
He was thinking about how to answer, but his hand was shackled by the ink. His slight trembling, slight heat, and slight sweat stains were all exposed and fell into the ink. hands.
The ink burned and looked at him, for a long time, the throat was moving: "Master, I, I want to be with you..."
When the words reached his mouth, he couldn't say it again, but his heart was numb and throbbing, and he couldn't swallow.
At the end, his dark eyes were wet and hot, and he said a word, fervently and reservedly, obscurely and affectionately, he whispered: "I mean... It's raining too much, don't go back to the sect tonight, Lu is so away, you will catch a cold."
Chu nightning didn't react, and said, "I'm not cold."
"Then are you hot?"
"I'm not hot either..."
The ink burned and the breath was hot, the chest was ups and downs, and before Chu Wanning answered, he held his hand, stuck it to the pounding heart, and whispered: "I'm hot."
The rain hits duckweed.
But Chu nightning saw the fire in his eyes, and saw the melt flow and Midsummer.
The young man was so restless that he was almost pitiful, and he was cute.
His voice was a little hoarse: "Let's go to the nearest inn, okay? Go now."
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