Night, Shuiwu Peak
Yang Zhen stepped out of the cave and looked at the night sky with her hands behind her hands.
After returning to Shuiwu Peak in the evening, they saw Tiezhu Caisi who had stayed behind, and the few people were excited again. At night, they each took their attendants back to their own caves to rest. It was very different from that day when Caiyun was around, when the three of them shared a bed and slept together telling stories.
And he couldn't enter the bluestone space, so he had some insomnia for a while.
I was too lazy to force myself to sleep through meditation, so I simply went out for a walk.
At this time, a crescent moon was hanging high in the sky, and occasionally a few cotton-like white clouds passed by on the dark blue sky. The flowers blooming in the field sway gently under the caress of the gentle night wind, and the slender tree shadows are reflected on the calm lake in the distance, like a fresh and elegant ink painting.
Yang Zhen stood on the big stone in front of the cave, her mood seemed to blend into the night, indifferent and peaceful.
Every detail of these ten days in the secret realm of Langshan passed by in a flash.
At this moment, as if he had a telepathic connection, he turned to look at Yuezhen Pavilion in the distance, and saw a slender figure walking out.
It was Zhao Yueer.
The girl is dressed in pure white clothes, with long black and thick hair, which is tied up casually with a blue ribbon and hangs down at the back of her waist, with a somewhat calm and unruly look.
The clothes are fluttering, and the skin is better than snow. She is like a fairy in the moon, which makes people forget to leave.
Yang Zhen greeted him with a smile.
"You're not sleeping either?"
"Come out for a walk." The girl whispered.
Yang Zhen held her hand, came to the pavilion in front and sat down, holding her gently in her arms.
The girl's face was a little red with embarrassment, and she let Yang Zhen hold her obediently without struggling.
"Is it going well for you to go to Dai's house today? Why do you think that when I saw my ancestor and grandma in the afternoon, they seemed to have something on their minds?" Yang Zhen asked softly.
The little girl moved slightly, buried her head in the boy's chest, and said nothing.
Yang Zhen stopped asking questions and just hugged her quietly, feeling the silence and tranquility of this moment.
I don't know how long it took, but Zhao Yue'er suddenly raised her head and glanced at the young man.
"I'll take you somewhere." She smiled sweetly.
After saying that, without waiting for Yang Zhen to respond, he took out the flying sword and suspended it in front of the two of them.
She stood up, put her feet on it, and turned to look at the boy.
Yang Zhen stood up with a smile and stepped forward, hugging the girl's slender waist tightly.
The flying sword slowly rose into the sky in the night, flying towards the mountains in the distance.
The Yunxiao Mountains at night look like a sleeping ancient dragon. It is majestic and stretches for a long time, as if a dragon is hiding in it.
The flying swords under their feet were no more than ten feet above the ground, flying almost close to the ground. As the mountain climbed, turned, and swooped from time to time, it gradually moved further and further away.
Zhao Yue'er remained silent, and Yang Zhen remained silent, but the girl's elegant fragrance kept coming from the tip of her nose. For a moment, she just felt that there was nothing more beautiful than this in life.
About half an hour later, during which the little girl took two Qi-Reviving Pills and rested for a short while on the edge of a cliff, the two finally arrived at a valley.
"This is the Xingcai Canyon." The little girl put away her flying sword and pointed forward.
Yang Zhen looked around and saw darkness ahead, with a faint forest.
"Come with me!" the little girl said mysteriously, jumping forward.
Yang Zhen followed behind with some confusion.
The two of them quickly entered the dense forest. The little girl didn't explain, but just walked forward with her head buried, shuttling between ancient trees one after another, like a spirit leaping in the forest.
Going deeper and deeper in this way, after about a quarter of an hour or two, the sound of trickling water came from ahead.
But he saw the little girl smiling happily, cheering and running towards the sound of water. Yang Zhen couldn't help but speed up her pace and follow closely.
Suddenly, his eyes widened and his expression became almost dull.
The scenery ahead is like a fairyland!
I saw a clear stream flowing slowly through the dense layers of ancient trees. On the other side of the stream, there are countless white light spots shining, like stars in the sky, dazzling.
On the ground, there are large areas of white, red, purple, yellow and other colors of flowers blooming.
"This is……"
"The ones in the water are colorful stones, the ones flying in the air are fireflies, and the ones blooming on the ground are -"
The little girl said happily: "Colorful night-blooming cereus!"
"Cai Epiphyllum!" Yang Zhen also looked surprised.
Epiphyllum is a kind of flower that only blooms at night in early spring and is very rare. He had always admired the name, but had never seen it.
"I discovered this accidentally when I was collecting Luoyun Stone Essence in Luoyun Canyon last year." The little girl continued to introduce:
"I thought at that time, when the flowers bloom next year, I must bring my little stone here to see it."
"It's so beautiful!" Yang Zhen praised repeatedly, took the girl's hand, and took her to wade through the water to see those beautiful flowers up close.
"Wait a minute." The little girl suddenly grabbed him and pointed to the stream at her feet: "Little Shitou, I want a stone chain made of colorful gangsters, and I want it now!"
Yang Zhen turned her head strangely, and saw the girl looking at him boldly, with strange colors seeming to shine in her beautiful eyes.
"Okay!" He nodded solemnly.
The little girl suddenly beamed and her eyes turned into crescent moons.
Yang Zhen squatted down and began to look for stones in the water. The little girl also squatted down and picked them up with him.
It didn't take long for the colorful stones collected by the two people to pile up into a hill.
Zhao Yue'er selected a dozen stones of almost the same size and spread them out in the palm of her hand.
Yang Zhen grabbed one of them, took out a long needle made of hematite and fine gold from the storage bag, aimed it at the center of the stone, penetrated it with magic power, and started to pierce it.
The colorful gang stone is a very hard stone, but it is just a mortal object after all. In front of Yang Zhen's power, which is comparable to that of a foundation-building monk, a straight round hole was drilled out in a short time.
The little girl tilted her head to one side and stared intently at the meticulous and busy young man.
There was a shallow, happy smile on the corner of his mouth.
Yang Zhen kept up her efforts, and after a quarter of an hour, all the dozen or so stones were drilled.
He counted silently and found exactly seventeen, and suddenly he felt enlightened.
Then, he took out a long thread made of Geng gold and connected the stones one by one.
Soon, a colorful and dazzling colored stone bracelet was completed.
He grabbed the girl's right hand and gently put the stone chain around her wrist.
Under the five-color light, the girl's hands looked even more frosty and snowy, as if they were carved from jade.
Zhao Yuer'er smiled brightly, raised her right hand high, tilted her head to admire it for a while, then stood up and said: "Let's go."
The two held hands and came to the sea of flowers.
Look at these graceful and beautiful flowers that are shaped like lotus, touch the petals that are as smooth as jade, light as clouds, and as thin as paper, and smell the rich and refreshing fragrance.
Above the head, little stars are dancing; not far away, colorful stars are winding.
The boys and girls were in high spirits, bathing in a dreamlike fairyland.
Yang Zhen was completely drunk. She had never seen such a beautiful scene in her past life.
At this moment, a soft body came over.
A girl's soft voice came to my ears:
"Little Stone, [Five Elements Mending Heaven Sutra], second stage -"
"Yue'er is ready!"
Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then realized what she was doing, and looked at Zhao Yue'er in surprise and joy.
The girl lowered her eyelids, looking very shy. Her fair cheeks reflected her pink face, just like the peaches and plums in March, she was so beautiful and incomparable.
"good!"
He replied loudly, not noticing that his voice was dry and hoarse.
Zhao Yueer smiled and waved her jade hand, and more than a dozen pieces of formation materials were scattered everywhere, in an orderly manner.
A simple illusion formation suddenly took shape.
There were clouds and mist forming in the forest, and in the shadows, two figures criss-crossed up and down, and gradually merged together.
Colorful stone chains appear and disappear in the white mist.
The epiphyllums are gradually closing, and these beautiful flowers will not bloom again until tomorrow night.
However, no one cares about this.
As the saying goes:
I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
