In Bianliang, most ladies will get married at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and they can get married at the age of fifteen. A ten-year-old girl is already quite young.
Zhao Die'er is already ten years old. A ten-year-old girl's body has not yet fully grown, but she has already begun to show off her beauty.
Today, Zhao Dieer is wearing a small satin coat, her petite body is wrapped in furry fox fur, and her face is bright and clean.
There was no snow in Bianliang this year, and it was the first time that Ning Fan met Zhao Dieer when there was no snow.
Ten years have passed, and Ning Fan's appearance has become that of a thirty-year-old man, and his eyes have become deeper. The moment he saw Zhao Die'er, his eyes softened and he smiled,
"Oh? Isn't this Die'er?"
"Die'er has seen Uncle Ning Shi. Has Uncle Ning Shi gone to Bianhe River to enjoy the scenery again? Unfortunately, there is no snow in Bianliang this year, and the plum blossoms have not bloomed. Without the company of plum blossoms, I think I will feel a little lonely after drinking Uncle Shi's wine. ..."
Zhao Dieer smiled shyly, lowered her head, her hair hanging down like a waterfall, and her voice was soft and sweet.
Ten-year-old Zhao Dieer is more aware of etiquette. Now she will no longer pester Ning Fan to build a snowman.
Ten-year-old Zhao Die'er already has some girlish thoughts... Ning Fan has a handsome appearance, and because of his many years of practicing Taoism, he has an aloof aura.
Even though she deliberately made her appearance look older, it still made Zhao Dieer blush a little and feel her heart beat...
Behind Zhao Die'er, there were two maids from the Zhao Mansion, both of whom were eighteen or nineteen years old and pretty in appearance.
Having served in the Zhao Mansion for many years, the Second Maid has seen many Bianliang heroes, with outstanding appearance and talent. They have also seen some, but it is rare to see someone with Ning Fan's extraordinary temperament...
Therefore, not only Zhao Dieer blushed, but also the two maids blushed, and they would steal glances at Ning Fan from time to time...
"Yes, there is no snow in Bianliang this year, and the plum blossoms have not bloomed. This wine makes me really lonely...Brother Boyang's illness. Is he feeling better?"
Ning Fan changed the topic and asked.
He has been in Bianliang for ten years and has known Zhao Boyang for ten years. He is considered an old friend.
Give it a month. Zhao Boyang did not come to Yunzhong Academy to teach. It is said that his old illness relapsed and was quite serious...
"Dad's leg disease attacks every year, but this year it's more serious and he can no longer get out of bed. Someone needs to come to the bed to attend to him. We have invited some famous doctors, but there is no improvement. Even the barbaric medicine given by Master Manchi has no effect. Effect..."
When Zhao Dieer thought of her father's illness, her nose became sore and her eyes immediately turned red.
"What's wrong with your legs? Don't cry. Just follow me."
Ning Fan stroked Zhao Dieer's black hair, then opened the door and returned home, unconsciously moving. Zhao Dieer forgot to cry and looked ashamed.
She is already ten years old, already a big girl, and many Bianliang nobles have proposed to marry her... But Ning Fan still treats her as a child and touches her head at will...
It's a very rude move, but Zhao Die'er doesn't seem to reject this feeling...
Leaving the second maid outside the house, Zhao Dieer entered the courtyard of Ning Mansion alone. All the plum blossoms in Bianliang were not in bloom, but there was a plum tree in the courtyard. Red plums are in full bloom...
"Eh? The plum trees in Uncle Shi's house are so strange. They are different from those in Bianliang City..." Zhao Die'er said in surprise.
"Nature is different, it is not an ordinary plum tree..."
Ning Fan smiled and picked two plum blossoms from the plum tree. One of the weak ones was put on Zhao Die'er's hair, and the other one was magically put into a brocade box and handed to Zhao Die'er.
"There are plum blossoms in the box, take them to your father and drink them. The leg disease will be cured by itself... Don't make any announcement about this in Bianliang, and don't tell your father, the plum blossoms are from me."
Zhao Dieer was confused and didn't hear clearly what Ning Fan said. She just instinctively took the jade box and lowered her head like an ostrich.
There was only one thing on her mind, and that was that she had been molested by Uncle Ning!
In Bianliang, men and women were not close to each other, but Ning Fan stroked her hair and gave her a flower...
Her face seemed to be half burned, scalding hot, and there was only the thumping of her heartbeat in her ears...
"Do you know how to be shy? Die'er has really grown up, but my uncle's behavior has become frivolous..."
Ning Fan laughed and shook his head. His bones were already thousands of years old, and Zhao Dieer would always be a child in front of him. He had never thought about the defense between men and women before, but now he knew he should pay attention to it.
Ning Fan repeated what he said before and warned Zhao Die'er carefully before Ning Fan let Zhao Die'er leave.
Until she walked out of the gate of Ning Mansion, Zhao Dieer was still blushing. She finally calmed down and looked at the brocade box in her hand with a look of disbelief.
"Why did uncle give me a plum blossom? He also said that this plum blossom can cure dad's leg disease... Die'er has read a lot of medical skills, but she has never heard that plum blossoms can cure leg disease..."
Although she didn't believe that plum blossoms could cure leg diseases, Zhao Dieer still decided to give it a try, so she returned home with plum blossoms and gave them to her father to take.
Miraculously, Zhao Boyang's leg disease was obviously incurable, but after taking the plum blossoms, the leg disease actually improved day by day.
Zhao Boyang asked in every possible way where the plum blossoms came from. Zhao Dieer remembered Ning Fan's instructions and did not say anything nonsense, but the matter still spread in Bianliang City.
No one knows what kind of plum blossom can cure Zhao Daru's old leg disease.
The only one who knows the truth is Zhao Dieer. At the age of ten, she saw Ning Fan's incredible abilities for the first time.
When she came to Ning's house again, ready to thank Ning Fan for his kindness, she found that Ning Fan was not at home, only his wife and daughter were at home...
After asking Liu Yan's 'aunt' and Xian Loli's 'sister', Zhao Die'er found out that Ning Fan was painting on the banks of the Bianhe River.
"Uncle Ning Shi is painting in Bianhe River?" Zhao Dieer was very surprised. In her impression, Ning Fan seemed to only know how to drink and admire plum blossoms.
When she came to the bank of Bianhe River and found Ning Fan, she saw Ning Fan looking at an ancient painting next to a flat bluestone half a man tall.
After ten years of becoming a mortal, just to seek the truth, Ning Fan finally began to realize the truth. Tao Zhen cannot be passed down orally. Ning Fan comprehends Tao Zhen, integrates it into paintings, and draws it into a picture scroll to understand the truth.
The ancient painting Ning Fan was looking at was a painting he obtained from Luo Yun's Demon-Feng Lu Daochen when he was in the Nine Tribes of the Lu Clan.
The content of the painting is a scene of Lu Wu, the demon commander of the ancient heaven, driving on a battle.
This painting was painted by a certain painting immortal in the ancient heaven. It can turn reality into reality. Just activate the magic power to make the characters in the painting appear.
This painting incorporates the Taoist insights of the painting immortal...
Ning Fan looked at the ancient paintings for a long time. Then he put it away, took out the paper, ink, pen and inkstone, placed it on the bluestone, and started painting.
He knew that Zhao Dieer was already here. He was standing next to him, but at the moment he was concentrating on painting and didn't pay attention to it, and Zhao Die'er didn't bother him either.
Ning Fan's painting skills can only be regarded as average, and his technique is far from reaching the highest level. But his paintings contain profound artistic conception, which is close to Taoism. In ink painting, the most important thing is artistic conception.
What he painted was the landscape of Bianliang City, every plant and tree, which had been integrated into his heart in the past ten years.
But he painted the shops on Bianliang City Long Street, but he couldn't paint the hustle and bustle.
He painted the water of the Bianhe River, but could not make the water flow.
He painted the bald plum blossoms on both sides of the bank, but could not make the plum blossoms on the plum trees bloom...
"Isn't it enough..."
Ning Fan sighed slightly. Put down the lake pen and look at the river in silence.
He was still dissatisfied with the painting. The reason for his dissatisfaction was that he could not integrate reality into the painting.
Zhao Dieer's beautiful eyes were shining again and again, and she looked at Ning Fan's paintings in surprise.
Naturally, she doesn't know what is true or not. In her opinion, Ning Fan's attainments in landscape painting have undoubtedly reached a very high level. Every plant and tree has its own meaning...
She didn't understand that Ning Fan clearly painted a masterpiece. Why sigh...
"Uncle, are you dissatisfied with this painting?" Zhao Die'er did not call Ning Fan Shishu, her tone seemed to be as close as when she was young.
"Did you see it again?" Ning Fan smiled.
"Hehe. My uncle's brows are almost knitted together. Can't Die'er see it?"
Zhao Dieer smiled sweetly, and suddenly an idea came to her mind. She blushed, lowered her head, and begged Ning Fan.
"Uncle, can you teach Die'er how to paint? Die'er wants to learn..."
"Isn't your ambition to be a barbarian monk? Why don't you study barbarian scriptures? Instead, you came to learn painting from me. Don't you want to be a barbarian monk?" Ning Fan said with a smile.
"No, Die'er's ambition is still to be a barbarian monk, and Die'er has already agreed to Master Manchi..."
Zhao Dieer sighed faintly mid-sentence and did not continue.
Ning Fan did not ask further questions, but looked at Zhao Dieer with interest, took off the wine gourd from his waist, and took a sip.
"Uncle, would you like to teach Die'er how to paint? Die'er will only bother uncle for five years. After five years, Die'er will leave..."
Zhao Dieer's dark eyes stared at Ning Fan with a hint of pleading. There was a hint of confusion in his expression.
"good."
Ning Fan nodded, glanced at the plum blossoms on Zhao Dieer's temples, and sighed.
After a few days, the plum blossoms had dried up, but Zhao Dieer still wore them on her head.
Have you grown up...
From this day on, whenever Zhao Dieer had free time, she would come to Ning Fan to learn painting.
Beside the bluestone of the Bianhe River, Ning Fan will definitely be there, sometimes splashing ink and swiping a brush, sometimes silently silent.
In the eleventh year, Ning Fan finally drew a flowing river.
In the twelfth year, among the bare plum branches described by Ning Fan, there were actually a few red plum blossoms in full bloom.
In the thirteenth year, there was a faint noise from the market in Ning Fan's painting.
In the fourteenth year, Ning Fan began to paint flying dragons, strange beasts, and some creatures in the mountains and seas.
In the fifteenth year, Ning Fan started painting people.
There are many characters in his works, including beauties, close relatives, and enemies.
All the memories were integrated into Taoism by Ning Fan and painted on paper. He did not deliberately seek truth, but gradually, the true charm of Taoism appeared in the painting.
It has been fifteen years since I arrived in Bianliang, and Ning Fan has refined two of the colorful arrow spirits.
The mist of the real bridge gradually could no longer cover Ning Fan's eyes. For the first time in fifteen years, Ning Fan felt the call of the True Fantasy River.
It was night, Ning Fan stayed in his room, sitting cross-legged and meditating.
His physical body was clearly still at home, but his soul suddenly rolled up his storage bag and flew into the night sky of Bianliang.
But with a flicker of his body, Yuan Shen tore a gap in the night sky, stepped in, and disappeared into the Bianliang night.
Any monk who wants to break through the bottleneck of transcending reality needs to leave his body and enter the heavenly realm.
At this moment, Ning Fan's soul was inside the Heavenly Dao, and what came into view was a long river that seemed both real and illusory.
Ning Fan stood on the south bank of the long river, which was deserted. The grass on the north bank is luxuriant. If you go to the north bank, you can successfully break through to the realm of transcendence.
The long river is called the True Illusion River, and the river is filled with mist that seems both real and illusory. Now Ning Fan's eyes can see through part of the fog.
There is more than one real bridge on the Zhenhuan River. But there are countless seats. With his current ability, he can see three thousand real bridges from the mist of the real river.
Of these 3,000 real bridges, there is no real bridge suitable for crossing...
"The real bridge on the Zhenhuan River. It has existed since the beginning of the formation of Heavenly Dao... The Zhenhuan River is not floating, so it cannot fly over, swim across, or row a boat. You can only cross the river by stepping on the bridge... If you reach the north bank, then. The crossing is really successful. The bridge you need to cross depends on the avenue you are building..."
"Now, I can see three thousand real bridges from the Zhenhuan River. These three thousand real bridges cover almost most of the avenues in the four days. Unfortunately, there are no real bridges that enforce the Dao..."
"Any cultivator who enters the inner realm of Heavenly Way will not be disturbed by the outside world, but it is extremely difficult to enter the innermost part of Heavenly Way. I have only entered once in the fifteen years since I became a mortal..."
"Any monk only has nine opportunities to cross the bridge... I can't see the existence of the True Bridge now, and I'm afraid I won't be able to cross the bridge..."
"Pity..."
One night passed, Ning Fan's soul withdrew from the inside of Heavenly Dao and returned to the body. If you want to enter the interior of Heavenly Dao, you can't do it at all.
The next morning, Zhao Dieer came to her door to learn painting from Ning Fan. Now she is fifteen years old. The haircut ceremony will be three days later.
She came today not only to study painting, but also to inform Ning Fan. I'm about to get haircut myself.
For ordinary girls, haircut means growing up and getting married soon.
But for Zhao Dieer, getting haircut means staying with Qingdeng forever, and leaving Bianliang City forever.
She doesn't want to get married, and her dream is to be a barbarian monk. Protect the weak barbarians who are hurt by wild beasts.
In Bianliang City, many nobles proposed marriage to her, but they were all rejected by Zhao Boyang.
Zhao Boyang is not a common person. Knowing that his daughter has great ambitions, he naturally fully supports her.
The only trouble is that if you want to become a barbarian monk, you must go to some big cities where barbarian temples flourish to learn barbarian skills. There is only one barbarian monk in Bianliang City, and this barbarian monk has very weak barbaric skills and is unable to help his disciples sense the incense of barbarian skills...
"Uncle, Die'er is about to grow up and leave Bianliang...will you miss Die'er..."
Zhao Dieer stood beside Ning Fan, looking at the snowy scene in front of her, and asked quietly.
In the fifteenth year, it snowed lightly in Bianliang, and red plum blossoms bloomed in the snow.
Ning Fan was drinking and painting in the snow. Due to his deliberate change of appearance, his temples were already a bit weathered.
Zhao Dieer looked at the familiar figure from behind and the familiar scenery of the Bianhe River, feeling a little sour and reluctant in her heart.
She has grown up, but her uncle is getting older...
She finally got her haircut, and finally left her hometown to work hard to become a monk, but why was she still reluctant to give up...
"No. Just leave with peace of mind. Uncle will not miss you." Ning Fan said with a smile.
"Liar! I don't believe it!"
Zhao Dieer stuck out her tongue. She didn't believe that Ning Fan wouldn't miss her.
"...Uncle, if Die'er becomes a barbarian monk, he will never be able to marry in this life. Uncle, can you help Die'er fulfill a little wish..." Zhao Die'er asked cautiously.
"What wish?"
"Uncle, can you accompany Die'er to wear wedding clothes once, eat wedding cakes once, ride on the wedding boat once, and set off wedding lanterns once... This can be considered as fulfilling Die'er's little wish before Die'er leaves..."
"no."
"Why... uncle never refuses Die'er's request, why should he refuse this time..." Zhao Die'er sighed in frustration.
Ning Fan didn't answer, he just took a sip of the spirit wine, put down his pen, and stared at a tree of red plums.
"Stingy guy..." Zhao Die'er muttered softly, and suddenly Xiafei's cheeks turned red.
But Ning Fan picked off a red plum, inserted it gently on her temples, and said with a smile, "This plum blossom is your gift. I have something to do these days, so I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with you." Haircut ceremony..."
"Uncle, won't you come to attend Die'er's haircut ceremony..." Upon hearing Ning Fan's words, Zhao Die'er, who was originally a little shy, immediately became disappointed.
"Maybe it will come, maybe it won't. After all, the remains of the Broken Thought Beast are not so easy to find..." Ning Fan smiled helplessly.
"The Brutal Beast of Broken Thoughts... What kind of beast is that..." Zhao Dieer's beautiful eyes were full of confusion.
"I'll tell you later..."
For three days, Ning Fan was not at home but out of the city. Zhao Dieer came to look for Ning Fan but could not find her. When she heard that Ning Fan had left the city, she couldn't help but feel worried.
The barbarian monks in Bianliang know how to make the jade pendant of the barbarian god. Those who go out of the city can reduce the chance of being attacked by barbaric beasts by wearing the jade pendant of the barbarian god. However, they will definitely be safe if they don't sleep.
Zhao Die'er didn't know what Ning Fan was doing out of the city. She didn't know if Ning Fan had brought the Barbarian God Jade Pendant with him. She was very worried...
Three days have passed and Ning Fan has not returned yet. Today is Zhao Dieer's hairpin ceremony.
As the daughter of Zhao Daru, Zhao Dieer's hairpin ceremony was naturally very grand. Countless Bianliang famous families came here to attend the ceremony.
Not only that, even the only barbarian monk in Bianliang, Master Manchi, made an exception and came to attend Zhao Dieer's haircut ceremony.
Man Chi would naturally not come to ordinary people's daughters with hairpins, but Zhao Die'er was different. She had looked for Man Chi. According to Man Chi's evaluation, this girl was extremely talented in practicing Man Chi. If a famous monk guided her, she would definitely become a famous monk in this life. , benefiting the wilderness.
Man Chi knew that he was not good enough to become Zhao Die'er's teacher, so he recommended Zhao Die'er to go to Tianman City to practice barbarian skills.
Tianman City, looking at the entire Ancient Wilderness Territory, is considered to be one of the top ten Great Man cities!
There are many barbarian monks there, and the barbarian statues are strong enough to withstand the attacks of any barbaric beasts.
"Lao Na has used his barbaric skills to inform several friends in Tianman City that the Man Temple there is also very interested in Zhao Die'er, a genius... It is said that this time, Tianman Man Temple will send people to Bianliang , to take this girl to Tianman City, it is enough to show that Tianman Temple attaches great importance to this girl..." Man Chi thought to himself.
Ji Hairi should have been happy, but Zhao Dieer couldn't be happy, and was still worried about Ning Fan's safety.
She looked at the guests who came to congratulate her with longing eyes. Although there were many people, there was no one she wanted to see the most...
"Uncle, where have you been... Is what you have to do more important than Die'er's hairpin ceremony... In your eyes, Die'er is not important..."
Zhao Dieer sighed quietly, and suddenly, she raised her head in disbelief, as if she sensed something.
After her, Man Chi also raised his head, and after sensing the situation, he looked outside the Zhao Mansion with a hint of panic in his expression.
But outside Zhao Mansion, in the wind and snow, twelve black horses came through the snow, and on each horse sat a black-robed monk.
"Hand over Zhao Die'er, otherwise, no one in this house will survive!"
The guests who came to congratulate him all sent their servants to find out who was so bold as to make a noise outside the Zhao Mansion.
But without exception, all the servants sent to investigate were killed by the twelve black monks, and their blood splattered on the snow!
"It's the Black Barbarian Monk! The Black Barbarian Monk who kills without blinking an eye! Why are they here!"
Some knowledgeable guests immediately showed signs of panic.
Among the barbarians, there is a special type of barbarians who can use the power of incense to protect all living beings, called barbarians.
The vast majority of barbarian monks take it as their duty to protect the common people, but there are also a few barbarian monks who commit murder and oppose all living beings!
They are black monks!
They didn't know where they heard the news about Zhao Die'er's extraordinary talent. They came here today to rob Zhao Die'er and force him to join the Black Barbarians!
"I count to ten. If the Zhao Mansion doesn't hand over Zhao Die'er, I will lead people into the Zhao Mansion!"
Among the twelve black monks, the leader, an old man named Qi Xie, said with a smile.
But he didn't see that there was a little silver-haired lolita in the dark, also smiling darkly.
Xian Loli was very happy, and it seemed like there was another fight! (To be continued.)
